Logan, Murder on Magnolia Island.

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She’s the girl next door he’s always protected.  He’s the man she’s always wanted.  Will the threat of a killer finally get them on the same page?

This Tuesday, I am pleased to bring you BJ Wane’s fabulous new release, Logan, Murder on Magnolia Island.  In this hot spanking romance, Logan Lemaster drew Melanie Barnes under his protective wing the moment he rescued her from a fall off her bike. She had been six and he thirteen and his over protectiveness didn’t abate over the next twenty years. When a good friend ends up murdered on the family’s private island following one of his and his cousins BDSM weekend parties, Melanie insists on being there to comfort Logan. Only, he hadn’t counted on the grown woman’s tenacious determination to worm her way past his defenses and into his bed. Having spent the past eight years, since Melanie reached adulthood and made her interest in expanding on their friendship known, he’d refused to jeopardize their special bond by introducing her to his kinky preferences. But he was only human, and when her grief over an assault on a co-worker sends him to comfort her, his good intentions fall to the wayside under her responsive body. As he and his cousins plan to hold another BDSM party to feel out their friends for hints about which one had betrayed them in the worst way, he tutors Melanie in his sexual preferences so she can join him. But as they grow closer, so does the killer, and when her life is threatened, Logan knew he would stop at nothing to protect her and make her his in every way.

DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Are you ready for a sizzling spanking excerpt? Well, here you go…

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Melanie’s startled squeak reverberated around the yard when Logan snatched her arm, sat on the lounge and hauled her over his lap.  Before she had even grasped the fact he was actually going to spank her, he had her short skirt flipped up and the matching tights yanked down, baring her butt to his gaze and the warm afternoon sun.  Humiliation heated her face and tightened every muscle.  She’d come over to be supportive and this was how he treated her?  Then the first sharp slap resonated throughout her body, the slight sting more surprising than painful. Instant, searing arousal dampened her sheath, the warm waft of air sliding across her buttocks adding even more heat to the burn between her legs that was at odds with her mortification.  How could she be embarrassed and excited at the same time?

She didn’t have time to ponder her contradictory emotions further as he landed a stinging slap on her right cheek that sent her legs kicking up and her head swiveling around.  “Ow!” she exclaimed in automatic response to the much sharper pain.

“Be quiet, unless you want the neighbours to hear you.  You’ve been asking for this for a long time.  Deal with it.”

Logan pinned Melanie’s shoulders with his free hand and proceeded to pepper her buttocks with a quick volley of smacks, keeping them light, just hard enough to sting a little.  She gritted her teeth, needing to prove to him she could take whatever he dished out, could be whatever he needed her to be in order to get and keep his attention.  Her lip throbbed from biting it against the barrage of smacks he covered her entire backside with, some hard enough to urge the clenching of her buttocks in response, others just light taps that sent a zing of pleasure arrowing down between her legs.  The discomfort and embarrassment were more than she had expected when watching him all those years ago, but the budding arousal blossoming with each swat was everything Melanie knew she would feel from having his hands on her.  The combination of contrary sensations seemed to work together in building her response to a feverish pitch.

The unexpected smack aimed at the sensitive skin of the under curve of her buttock jolted her into pleading for something she couldn’t put a name to that lay just beyond her grasp.  “Logan, please.”  Shifting her hips against his rock-hard thighs elicited a gush of moisture from her core and an instant wave of tingling pleasure at odds with the pulsing heat encompassing her butt.

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Her Barbarian Master!

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This Sunday, I bring you Maggie Carpenter’s hot historical erotic romance, Her Barbarian Master!

Serenity has just crossed a line. In an attempt to defend her best friend, the free-spirited, flaxen-haired young woman has challenged the leader of the Bathus, a clan of barbarians that live in a castle ruin above her tiny village.

The leader’s son, Killian, decides to chastise her with a sound spanking, and throwing her over his shoulder he carries her away to be punished. Serenity, however, is made of tough stuff. Even with a stinging backside she is unafraid, and yelling her fury she storms off, leaving him stunned and in disbelief.

But when the anger fades, she can’t stop thinking about him.

A short time later a rival clan attacks and they are thrown together. Their smouldering chemistry flames, but in the heat of their blazing passion they uncover a diabolical plot that threatens their lives, and the future of the entire clan.

“Storytelling at its best!” The love story is amazing, dangerous, and full of ups and downs. The humour is laugh out loud funny.  A sizzling romance full of danger, sprinkled with humour, and an action-packed plot that will keep you guessing.

Check out this scintillating spanking excerpt:

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He stopped, and craning her neck she was able to see him pushing open a tall dark wooden door. He didn’t have to bend down to pass through it, and the room they entered was far grander than any she’d ever imagined. The furniture was made from rough wood, but the room was expansive and boasted a huge bed covered in fur, a wide table with several seats, and a fireplace with furry pelts covering the floor directly in front of it. She was expecting him to sit down and bend her over his lap, and she nervously waited, but he continued to move around the room carrying her over his shoulder, apparently searching for something.

“Can you please put me down?”

She had used her soft, pleading voice, the one that had worked surprisingly well with Bastian, and was always effective with her parents.

“I have yet to punish you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Hush, you will, ah, there it is.”

He leaned slightly forward, and though her vantage point didn’t allow her to see what he was picking up, a moment later a hard piece of wood was laying against the full width of her bottom.

“What you feel is my punishment paddle. It is what I use to discipline my women, and now it will discipline you. I would advise you not to put your hands behind you. Usually I tie the wrists before putting a woman over my shoulder, but perhaps it is good you’re not bound. You will learn to obey.”

“Obey?”

“If you do not do as I tell you, and try to use your hands to cover your backside, the paddle will hit your knuckles. Nothing stops me from swatting once I begin.”

“But, uh, how long will you—?”

“Three turns, beginning now.”

Serenity had no idea what he’d meant by three turns, and she didn’t have time to ask. The paddle abruptly landed with its hot sting, and letting out a loud yelp, it took all her fortitude not to throw her arms behind her and grab her seat. As he stepped forward he spanked her again, and she urgently clutched his shirt. The paddle struck once more, and this time she squirmed in his hold.

“OWWW, please, stop, it hurts.”

He didn’t respond, but continued his slow walk, swinging the paddle with each stride. The rhythm was steady, and though the predictability helped, it did nothing to mitigate the searing heat permeating her backside. Squeezing her eyes shut, she cried loudly with every swat, until at last he stopped.

“That was one turn,” he declared. “You’ll have a moment then I shall resume.”

Opening her eyes, she looked around and discovered he’d stopped where he’d started; a turn was a circle of his room.

“Two more? No, please, no. I can’t bear it.”

“You must. You have no choice, but the second turn I will be using my hand.”

He moved the few steps to the table and set down the paddle, and though she felt a shred of relief, it was short-lived. To her horror he began sliding up her dress.

“NO! Do not bare me, please, no, sir, no.”

“Sir? The wench is learning, but when I punish, you must call me Master.”

“Master, please don’t expose me.”

“Had you not been so rude and difficult, I wouldn’t. You deserve it.”

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Logan: Cowboy Bodyguard

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Shes been aching for a dominant, and now one is standing right in front of her in the form of a handsome cowboy. Dare she take the plunge?

This week the Never Ending Blog tour is excited to bring you Maggie Carpenter’s new release,  Logan: Cowboy Bodyguard.

Brandy Coleman’s face is flaming red. As the owner of a barn for retired horses she’s had her share of mishaps, but nothing can compare to this deeply embarrassing moment. She is looking up at a stranger who has the dreamiest hazel eyes she’s ever seen, and a six pack beneath his open shirt that is making her knees weak. The problem? Her hose burst and squirted water everywhere, leaving her hair a tangled mess and her clothes absolutely drenched.

Logan Scott has arrived at Rainbow’s End Ranch to apply for a job as a ranch hand. He is led into the barn by an exuberant Golden Retriever where he is met by a stunning sight. A gorgeous girl, dripping wet, is bent over wrapping a towel around her head. As she straightens up he can’t help but notice her thin pink T-shirt is clinging to her luscious curves.

The sparks fly, Brandy hires him, but as the days pass a threat looms over the ranch…and Brandy herself.

A known thug wants her property and won’t take no for an answer. Logan declares he’s changing his job description from ranch hand to bodyguard, and to keep her safe, Brandy will have to do as he says. Will she…?

LOGAN:Cowboy Bodyguard is a steamy love story laced with danger and suspense. Like all Maggie Carpenter books it is a riveting page-turner with unexpected twists. Pick up your copy today, and escape to the romance at Rainbow’s End Ranch.

Here’s a hot spanking taster from the book… (18+ content!)

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Feeling a hot rush ripple through her body, she rose to her feet and headed across to the stove. In a large copper pot she had a variety of utensils, and selecting three wooden spoons she quickly returned, placed them in front of him, then pulled down her jeans and underwear.

“This is the weakest,” he said picking up one that was relatively thin. “This is better,” he continued, slapping the second into the palm of his hand, “and this here would be the most painful,” he finished, selecting the last which was larger and heavier. “Got it?”

“Yes, Sir,” she nodded, gazing down at them and wondering where Logan was going with the conversation.

“You’re gonna get six swats on each cheek, one side for gallopin’ off, and the other for carryin’ on at Lyle. You decide which spoon you deserve.”

“Me?” she asked, her eyes wide. “What if I guess wrong?”

“This isn’t a test. You can’t guess wrong. Tell me which spoon you think you deserve.”

“Uh, well not the first, but the third would be too much. I know I have to learn to control my temper and not jump the gun, but it takes time to change, and it wasn’t purposely defiant. I didn’t sit there and say to myself, I know this is wrong but I’m going to do it anyway, so, uh, the middle one, that would be right.”

“I agree,” he said picking it up and rising to his feet. “Elbows on the table and arch your back. There are only two rules. Don’t put your hands behind you and don’t kick out. If you do either of those things I’ll start over. Any questions?”

“No, Sir,” she replied, her butterflies turning into a thousand tiny gymnasts as she assumed the position.

“This is for takin’ off down that hill without so much as a word to me. You didn’t ask what I thought, or even if I wanted to go with you. I’m your bodyguard. Get that through your head!”

“Yes, Sir, and I’m sorry. I’ll try to think twice next time.”

“If there is a next time, and you bolt like that again, it’ll be twelve hard swats with the heavy spoon,” he scolded. “Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Brandy stared out the window and clenched her teeth as she waited for the first smack. He was smoothing the back of the spoon across her skin, and when he tapped it lightly she assumed it meant he was about to start. She was right. The first swat landed with a keen sting, and squeezing her eyes shut she swallowed back her yelp. The second landed in a different spot but hurt just as bad and was followed quickly by the third.

“OWW! Sir, OWW, that hurts,” she exclaimed squirming her hips. “Ouch, ouch, ouch.”

“You do understand it’s supposed to hurt,” he declared pausing for a moment. “That’s why it’s called correction, or punishment if you prefer that word.”

“Yes, Sir. I do know it’s supposed to hurt, but damn.”

“Are you learning?”

“Most definitely, Sir.”

“Are you ready for the next three?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He had purposely delivered the swats with force. This was her first punishment spanking, and if they were going to move forward, and she really did want discipline and direction from him, she needed to understand that’s exactly what she would get. He landed the next three rapidly and just as hard, the last landing on her sit spot.

“OW, shit, shit shit!”

“I did say you’d be drivin’ to Brownsville on a hot seat, and I meant it, Brandy.”

 

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MASTER ZANE – The Rogue Aristocrat (A Victorian romance.)

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This Tuesday, I am pleased to be able to bring you the awesome, Maggie Carpenter, and her latest hot spanking novel, Master Zane – The Rogue Aristocrat!

It is Mayfair, in London, 1890, and  Zane De’Ville, a French aristocrat and infamous womanizer, finds himself taking care of a beautiful young lady who doesnt remember anything, but after a short time he starts to doubt the legitimacy of her amnesia.

 It is imperative he finds out who she is and where she lives. Staying alone in a gentlemans home is questionable at best, and given his scandalous reputation, if the news got out it could ruin her.

 Flora is going to marry the man of her choice! Thats what shes told her father, but he insists she marry a German prince fifteen years her senior. Totally frustrated she sneaks away to hide with a close friend until he sees sense.

 She believes shes safe, but he suddenly bursts into the house. Determined not to be found she runs off a second time, but straight into a storm. As she dashes through the driving rain she collides with a man and tumbles to the ground. Totally dazed she lifts her head, and finds herself gazing into the warmest brown eyes shes ever seenthen everything goes black.

 Master Zane: The French Aristocrat introduces a memorable Victorian gentleman and wilful young noblewoman in this sizzling love story. How does a French Casanova fall under Cupids spell? Click here and pick up your copy of this spellbinding romance today.

Maggie Carpenter won the Spanking Romance Reviews Award for Best Victorian Romance in 2015 (His Willful Bride) and 2016 (The Wanton Widow,) so she knows a thing or two about writing sexy Victorian spankings! 🙂 

Whet your appetite with this sexy little snippet…

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A scream suddenly pierced the quiet night. It was high-pitched and sounded like a woman on the street in front of the house. Dropping the newspaper he raced to the window, and to his horror he saw Flora dressed in one of his long coats fighting with a man wearing a cape. They were both slipping on the snowy pavement, and sprinting from the room he dashed out the front door, but as he hurried down the steps he was confronted with his third surprise of the night. The man was laying on the ground, curled up and groaning.

Perhaps now youll think twice about attacking ladies on the street, you cad! she barked. I hope my knee leaves you disabled.

FLORA!

Spinning around she stared up at Zane with wide shocked eyes, and as he moved quickly but carefully down the slippery steps, she tried frantically to think an excuse for being there.

Mon dieu! he exclaimed grabbing her elbow. Are you all right? What are you doing out here?

 I, uh…”

Get inside, get inside right now, he said sharply, his fingers gripping her arm as he helped her up the steps. You have a great deal of explaining to do, young lady.

That man, he tried to attack me, she said breathlessly as they made it inside.

I dont care about that man! he said sternly as he locked the door.

But I got the better of him. A friend showed me what to do, she continued as he quickly removed the coat and hustled her towards the hallway. I brought my knee up and—”

It is obvious what you did and Im sure hes very sorry he crossed your path, but as I said he is the last thing on my mind.

Though Flora could understand why he was being short with her, she had no idea why he was hurrying her through the house, and as they turned down a hallway with which she was unfamiliar she tried to wrestle her arm away from his grasp.

You are a very foolish young woman, he scolded, tightening his grip.

 I was justwhat is this?

He had come to a stop in front of an arched door. It looked solid and old, and didnt fit with the houses overall decor.

This is my special room, he declared, lifting an urn on a nearby pedestal and withdrawing a key. You have an overdue appointment.

Appointment? What are you talking about?

Ignoring her question he unlocked the door and bustled her into the room, hitting a switch on the wall as he did. Dim light flooded the space, and releasing her, he closed the door and locked it behind them.

Panting and bewildered Flora scanned her surroundings. The room had no windows, there was a four post bed in the corner, several chairs, a couch, and oddly, chains and ropes were hanging from the ceiling.

I dont understand. Where are we?

Its completely soundproof in here so youll be able to scream all you want.

Scream? she muttered, a sudden chill rippling through her. What do you mean? What are you going to do to me?

Im going to spank you!

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Becoming Family by PK Corey.

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This Tuesday, we are joined by the talented, PK Corey, and her latest spanking release in the Cal’s Law series, Becoming Family.

In the book, and against all odds, Jenny and Cal are together and happy. Their love is strong, but before they can become family Jenny needs to learn what that word means. Jenny has no background in the real meaning of “family” but when Cal wants her to meet his and get to know hers,  she knows the time has come. The difference in the two families is wide and jarring. Jenny has a lot to learn, but then so does cal. When he meets her family, he discovers that the word family doesn’t always mean the same thing to all people.

Jenny’s mother has planned a future for her daughter that does not include Cal Bennet. What could this small-town hick with no money and no connections do for her? How far will her mother go to see that Jenny accepts a life of high society and prestige? Will these two lovers come an understanding of what their family will look like?

If you love a good spanking, then check out this tempting little teaser.

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      Jenny felt tears come to her eyes and she wasn’t exactly sure why. Spankings hurt, but that wasn’t it entirely. She knew part of it was that she’d let Cal down and he was disappointed in her. This wasn’t going to be one of those fun playful spanking he liked so much. She hated this kind.

She didn’t say anymore as he led her to the sofa. He unsnapped her shorts and pulled them down with her panties, then he gently pulled Jenny across his lap. “I’m not going to use the paddle, just my hand. Mostly because you came right out and told me what you did and you didn’t try to hide anything. I appreciate that.”

Jenny was relieved to hear he wasn’t using the paddle. But thought he’d started fairly lightly he was increasing both the strength of his swing and the tempo. It was really starting to burn and she clenched her ass trying to get some relief.

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Get Captivated by Jaye Peaches!

This Tuesday, the Never Ending Blog Tour brings us the talented, Jaye Peaches, and her intriguing new release, Captivated!

Waking up in an unfamiliar bed in a room she doesn’t recognize is disturbing enough, but Anna Hadley becomes truly alarmed when she looks into the mirror and sees the face of another woman staring back at her.

Her confusion intensifies when a man—who apparently believes she is his wife—suddenly knocks on the door and scolds her for spending so much time by herself in the bedroom. To top it all off, it quickly becomes clear that the man has some very specific, very old-fashioned ideas regarding the proper way a husband should deal with a disobedient bride.

In spite of everything, the threat of having her bottom bared for a sound spanking arouses Anna deeply, and even as she searches for clues that might explain what happened to her, she cannot help becoming more and more attracted to her supposed husband.

It isn’t long before she earns herself a punishment, and when he reddens her backside and then takes her hard and thoroughly she is left spent and satisfied. But knowing she could find herself back in her own body at any moment, can she dare to fall in love?

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

Check out a sizzling hot excerpt from the book…

“If, if I submit to this punishment,” she stuttered, “do I get a say in what it is?”
He smiled. A subtle glint in his eyes. “No. You’ll get spanked, like last time.”
“Spanked?” Her voice trembled. She recalled the basement and the rows of implements. Each one etched onto her mind. Not quite viewing them like the kid in the sweet shop, she was tempted by some, repulsed by others. Years of wanting her bottom spanked by a strict man, the fantasies she’d constructed in her head, even the ones she’d written out on paper then destroyed, had come to this moment.
“Hen, you know I’m good for my word. Now please stand up. If my fingers find your pussy is soaking, your clit aroused, then your ass will have a meeting with my belt over this table.”
Not the basement. However, the relief was short-lived. The belt about his waist was a thick leather strap with a shiny buckle. Anna gripped the edge of the table with her fingers. Her clitoris, pussy, everything sexual shouted out for a fuck. She’d come the moment he laid his hands on her. All she had to do was submit and he’d take her anyway, without the spanking. Except, she so wanted the spanking, especially with a belt or strap. She’d lain many nights alone playing with her clit, wondering what it would feel like—the pain, the humiliation, the wantonness of yielding.
She cleared her throat. “Do what you want, I don’t care.” What the hell was she saying? Why play hard to get when he’d offered her the best fantasy of her life?
He strode around the table, dragged out her chair, and heaved her up with his hands hooked under her armpits. Too stunned to do anything but exclaim, she froze as he hitched up her skirt and rifled underneath for her panties.
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