A time for transitions – #WIPItUp

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It’s the middle of the week again, and I am knee-deep in my Vikings!  I have Vikings on my mind, they’re on my screen, and at my finger-tips. Hell, I’m even dreaming about Vikings right now! 😉 Anders and Aurelie will return again in 2018, but this time there are a host of new obstacles for them to overcome. This snippet sees a fresh dynamic in their relationship, but only time will tell if their love is strong enough to overcome the hurdles fate has thrown in their way…

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“Aurelie.” The King’s voice is serious, and his hand moves to my wrist, pulling me closer. “Take care of my boy.” He squeezes my flesh as best he can, his muscles weakening as his fingers fall to my digits.

“I will, My Lofðungr,” I reply, my own eyes pricking with tears. After everything, I have come to love him in my own way. He has been nothing but kind and supportive since I arrived in Lundborg – a friend to me, and an advocate. “I vow I will always take care of him.”

The King pulls his lips into a painful smile. “I know you will, my dear,” he murmurs, the weight of whatever ails him clearly growing. “And you Anders,” he twists his head as best he can towards his son. “Remember what I have told you. Be a wise and fair ruler, and a considerate husband. She is a beautiful lady. Discipline her when you must, but Anders, promise me you will always love her.”

I glance to my husband, watching his handsome face conflicted with the turmoil. A part of him inside is dying along with his father, yet he knows what responsibility lies ahead, and that he must face it like a Viking. And that means head on, and without fear.

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Meet the intruder… #WIPItUp

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It’s hump day, and it’s time for a new excerpt from my forthcoming erotic fairy tale based on the new adventures of Miss Goldie Locks… In this scene, Goldie lays eyes on two of her three handsome bear-men for the very first time!

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“Settle down, girl!” he says, his tone unwavering as he holds me in place.

“I am no girl!” I screech, bringing my right fist smashing down against his torso. I had meant to target his chest, and yet he’s so tall that I barely even reach it.

He grabs the offending wrist in a heartbeat, looking down at me with a smile. “My, my, you are quite the unruly imp, aren’t you?”

I shriek in defiance, stamping my foot down on the floorboards below me.

“Settle down, or I will be forced to make you settle…” His warning is soft, but I recognise the threat nonetheless.

“Y- you… You can’t!” I stammer.

“I can,” comes the reply. “This is my house, and my rules are the law here. You came without permission, and took what you wanted without consideration. Now, tell me, who are you?” His tone is so low, that it’s almost a growl and for one long moment, I look up into his face. I am utterly terrified, but refuse to let this brute see it.

“I will not!” I snap, ceasing to struggle in his large hands, but turning my face away from his insistent gaze.

“Good grief, Logan!” A voice from the doorway sends my heart spiralling back into a frenzy once more. “It seems our little burglar is quite the petulant one!”

I twist to my right, seeing yet another giant looming over me. This one doesn’t seem quite as tall as the one who still holds me steadfast in his hands, and his blond locks are quite in contrast to the first.

“She is indeed!” comes the hearty response of the dark-haired one. What had he called him? Logan? “Quite the high-spirited, girl!”

“I am not a girl,” I cry again. “I’m a rich, smart woman, and I will be missed!”

I blink at them both for a second, cursing the note I’d left for Harry. He’ll think I’m sunning myself in California by now. He won’t even be worrying about my absence.

The blond one moves in behind me, and although he stops just short of touching me, I can’t help but gasp at the sudden and close proximity. Now they both tower over me. I am completely helpless, and although I know it, the thought makes me wild with resentment.

“You are an intruder in this cottage.” It’s the blond one talking again, yet I cannot bring myself to turn and look upon him. “Nothing more, and nothing less. Whoever you are, you should be thoroughly punished for your deeds.”

Punished? PUNISHED? The rage in me contracts, tightening until I can barely take a breath. “You shall do no such thing!” I spit at the dark-haired one. “No one has ever punished me!”

“Then,” says Logan, his tone quiet and contemplative. “Perhaps someone should have…”

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A regal snippet… #WIPItUp

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It’s hump day, and for me this week is all about editing. One short story for a secret project is complete, and I’m now ploughing into my final Goldie edits. For my #WIPItUp post, I’m excited to bring you a snippet from my secret short, and this one has a truly regal feel…

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He has a classically handsome look about him, his large dancing eyes, and strong jaw accentuated by the dark curls which frame his face. His gaze is hot and compelling, and right now all of its intensity is directed right at me.

“You are most welcome here in my court, Lady Jane,” he purrs, his eyes devouring the cut of my bodice, and rising north over my throat and mouth.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” I whisper, my words barely audible over the sound of my racing heart.

He smiles, the sort of expression which could melt through the bitter English snow. “I hope I’ll be seeing a lot more of you in the coming weeks.”

I risk a glance at him, and for just the briefest moment our eyes lock. He smoulders at me, those large brown eyes conveying the message he wants to deliver. And I hear it.

Every. Single. Word.

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In the thick of it – #WIPItUp

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Yay, it’s the first #WIPItUp blog hop of 2018! My new book is hopefully only a few weeks away, so today I am bringing you a sexy snippet from one of its hot spanking scenes. You join it in the thick of things…

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Landing another strike on her rosy flesh, I begin to alternate cheeks, snapping my wrist against each in turn, and watching as her body responds to both the pain and the pleasure. After another five spanks, I land a particularly hard strike against her right cheek, and the sting draws her hands, which had been resting by the sides of her head, to her backside.

I capture her wrists again, holding them away from her body with my right hand as she struggles beneath. “Did I tell you that you could move your arms or interfere with your spanking?” My voice is stern, and she eyes me with an anxious expression.

“No, Logan, sir,” she admits quickly. “I’m sorry.”

For the first time I suspect that she might actually be contrite, and the thought makes my cock even harder. “Do I have to bind you?” I ask her.

She shakes her head at me wildly. “Please no!”

“I could you know ,” I go on. “I could bind you and keep you here in my cottage for my pleasure, and for the pleasure of my brothers? ”

Her body stills, the tension seeping back into it. “You wouldn’t?” She says in that way which always sounds merely like a challenge.

“You know I would,” I answer, twisting my body to look upon her directly. “It is little more than you deserve after coming in here uninvited, taking what you want and expecting to walk away scot-free?”

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Logan’s punishments increase in both frequency and intensity throughout the book, but for good reason.

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A little Viking love… #WIPItUp

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I hope you’ve all had an amazing Christmas? We’re in that limbo between the big day, and new year, so to break the monotony of indulgence, here’s a snippet from my forthcoming sequel to The Viking’s Conquest.

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I scurry back towards him, pressing myself into his huge frame. “Please, Anders,” I whisper. “Promise me something.”

He reaches for me, cradling my head as he answers me. “What is it, my sweeting?”

“Don’t leave me again, My Lofðungr,” I implore him, wretched at how weak I sound, but meaning every word. “Please – I need you.”

I do need him. I need him to rule over me. It is what he has always desired, and I feel no shame in asking for it.

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When darkness falls… #WIPItUp

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It’s Wednesday, and despite the fact that it’s nearly Christmas, my writing is getting darker. Hot from my keyboard this week,  I am sharing a snippet from the tale I’m currently working on… I’d love to hear your thoughts about this one! 😉

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“Are you going to run, Molly?” His voice was calm, and almost amused as it questioned her.

She shifted her gaze to him at once, her face portraying her anxiety on the subject. “No,” she lied, her tone breathless.

“No?” He repeated back to her, that right brow arching in the tantalising way it did when he knew he was onto a winner.

“No,” she confirmed, shaking her head for good measure.

He put down the duffle bag, and moved towards her laughing. “You could run, you know,” he went on, his gaze intense as his tall body loomed over her.

Molly blinked up at her captor. “What?”

“You could run,” he affirmed. “If you wanted to? Your stories have always had an element of the cat and mouse about them, haven’t they, little one? I know you’d enjoy that, and you know I love the thrill of the chase.”

Adrenaline spiked in her body as he spoke. Was he giving her permission to flee from him?

“Yes,” he answered her, although she was certain she hadn’t spoken the words out loud. “You can run, Molly, but you know I’m going to chase you, and you know I’m going to catch you.”

Her heart was hammering in her chest as she arched her back, pinning her wide-eyed gaze onto him. “Why are you saying this?” she mumbled. And how do you know all of this?

His smile widened, and he pulled up a box from nearby, seating himself beside her. “After all this time, little one,” he purred. “Don’t you think I know you by now? I know what you’re thinking, Molly. You are quite literally an open book to me.”

She flushed, her head falling forward as though the admission was shameful. She was ashamed, because he was right. He did know her. He knew what she was going to be thinking, what she wanted, and just how to control her. It was bloody infuriating.

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A test of mettle – #WIPitup

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We’re half way through the week already, and it’s time for the awesome #WIPItUp blog hop! My snippet this week comes from one of my secret projects. I hope to be able to reveal some more details in the new year, but in the meantime, enjoy this intense little excerpt…

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He raises his head, gazing up at me, standing by his side.

“Thank you all for attending.” He says the words to everyone, to both of the gentlemen, as well as the four other kneeling ladies, yet it’s my gaze that he never breaks whilst he speaks. “I have a new guest with me, and will be tending to her desires this evening. She is mine, and mine alone. The rest of you are free to play as you choose.”

I swallow at his words, my wrist falling into his lap as he releases me from his strong grasp. Turning, I bite my lip at the look of the gentleman. This man is my Lord and definitely my master, yet the thought of what he has in mind for me at this moment is nothing short of terrifying. I tremble as he appraises me, those deep soulful eyes assessing me carefully. Slowly, and without explanation, his right hand reaches for me, capturing my neck and drawing me down towards his face.

“So, here we are, My Lady,” he murmurs, bringing my mouth towards his own. “You have accepted my challenge so far. You have come to my chambers when I requested, accepted a drink and a meal, yielded to my kiss, and then, when I tempted you with more, you were hungry for what I offered.” He smiles, our faces just inches apart. “How exquisite you are,” he whispers. “How utterly beguiling… Yet now we come to the truly tantalising part. Now we reveal just how much mettle the lady has. Will you yield to me further this night, or will you refuse me?”

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Return of the Viking… #WIPitup

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We’re galloping through the week, and it’s time for the #WIPitup blog hop again. 🙂 I am currently penning the sequel to my #1 bestselling Viking romance, The Viking’s Conquest, and I’m racing towards the end! As per usual, Princess Aurelie’s fate seems  dark, and intrinsically linked to the destiny of her Viking masters. In this snippet, things are about to get even more grave…

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Standing before the horse, he pauses, whispering to me in a gravelly voice. “We need to mount now, and quietly. Either you can be a good girl and cooperate, or I can flip you over her back and ride with you bound like a sack of herring.” He pauses, the weight of his stare evident to me even in the darkness. “Which would you prefer?”

Blinking at him wildly, I complain through the material shoved into my mouth. I have no intention of getting on his horse, and going anywhere with him. The idea of being Magnus’ prisoner makes me sick to my stomach. I know precisely what he will have in mind. He will want to master me in all the ways which Anders has done. I draw in a breath, recalling the way his eyes had lit up when I’d been Anders’ captive before. He had wanted to use and abuse me then, and he’ll see that he does so now. Without Anders here to tame his proclivities, I am done for…
“Too late,” he sneers, his tone gleeful. “Looks as though I get to decide, and I am in no mood to accommodate you.”
I flinch at his words, and a split second later he grabs me, picking me up around the middle and throwing me over the mare’s back. I screech into the gag, the shock of the movement, coupled with the pain in the wrist, and my undignified position making the guttural noise come from me. Magnus mounts the horse a moment later, his movement evident even from my place. He wastes no time, and pulls the back of my gown north over my back, the fabric covering my bound wrists.
“I told you to be quiet!” He hisses, as he smacks my exposed behind three times. The swats are hard, and I yelp again, producing a fourth strike from the Viking next to me. “I will tan this pretty backside every time you make a sound,” he growls from over me. “So, if you want to be able to sit down again, I’d suggest silence.”

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Something completely different… #WIPitup

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It’s hump day, and I’m super excited to share a little something from my writing desk which has never been seen by anyone – until now…

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“Tell me about your spanking yesterday.” I keep my tone calm and even, although my cock twitches as the memory of her bound and splayed body flashes in front of my mind’s eye.

Her gaze falls from me as she considers my question. I permit it, knowing that she needs to think about what she is about to say. “What do you want to know?” she asks as her eyes settle over me again.

There’s a small flush of embarrassment as she speaks about the event, and her heated expression makes me smile.

“I want to know your perspective on it,” I answer her, my eyes drilling into her reddening face. “What do you remember? What did you enjoy? What was not so good, and why?”

She swallows as she digests my words. “That’s a lot of questions,” she scowls.

“Yes,” I agree. “We have as much time as you need, so take a deep breath and tell me.”

Her brow furrows at that, and as usual I wonder what is going on in that beautiful head of hers. “Why do you want to know?” she replies, pouting at me.

Naughty girl, Madelaine. You have had your question…

“Tell me about the spanking, Madelaine,” my voice is insistent. I know I will break her down. I know the memory of each swat is burning in her mind, the evidence of her burgeoning arousal at the thought is clear to read on her face.

“But, why?” She mumbles, her hands wringing against one another on her lap.

“The spanking, Madelaine?” I throw her one of my glances, the one which reminds her who is in charge in this room – in all the rooms.

She sighs. It’s theatrical, but clearly expressing her exasperation helps her to begin. “It was overwhelming,” she responds eventually.

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Are we clear? #WIPitup

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It’s hump day, we’re half way through the week, and it’s time for another sneak peek into my WIP’s!

I’m half way through the final re-read of this particular book, and then it will be winging its way to my publisher. Before it does, take a look at this sexy little (18+ only) snippet…

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“Put those wrists back where I put them,” I snap at her, and her eyes fly open at the instruction.
“Y-yes, sir,” she murmurs, her voice genuinely concerned as she obeys.
I press myself over my mons, forcing her thighs to spread even further for me. “If I have to remind you again then I will bind those wrists to the bed, pleasure you, fuck you, and then, when you think you can no longer take any more, I will flip you over and tan that hide of yours.”
Her body stills at my warning, and I glance up to her see her large eyes watching me.
“Are we clear, little fawn?” My voice is low as I chastise her.
“Yes, Logan… sir,” she replies.
I wait just a moment, holding her gaze, before I return my attention to her hot little snatch, lapping between her legs with new fervour. She gasps, writhing and twisting beneath me, even though she must know by now that her resistance is futile. I suck and lick her delicate skin as though my very essence depends upon it, and in some obscure way I feel like it does. I have never wanted anyone like this – never wanted to consume them – but then, there has never been anyone like her before.

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