I hope you’re all having a good week? I’m excited to bring you a tantalising teaser from my current WIP… This is a secret project, but I’ll have more news in the new year!
His lips capture me in a heartbeat, moving so fast that my mind has barely any time to register the act until my body has already done so. My nipples, imprisoned beneath the confines of my bodice, begin to tighten into small buds, and the desire between my legs bubbles into an unbearable need. As his tongue moves deftly into my mouth, exploring me at his leisure, I cannot help but envy the other ladies their nudity. For the first time in my life I want none of this modesty, rather I want to delve into these feelings which this man has awoken. I desire to swim in them, let them consume me, and be devoured. I want him to devour me.
It’s the weekend again, and it’s time for your weekly Saturday spanking! I’ve been working hard on the third round edits of my new spanking romance this week, and I’m excited to bring you a snippet from this book. I’ve been keeping the plot of this one pretty close to my chest, and will continue to do so for now, but in the meantime, I offer a short teaser from near the end of the tale…
“And if I stay?”
Her question hangs in the air, taunting me.
“If you stay then we will love, nurture and protect you,” I say without hesitation. “You’ll be welcome to share whatever we have, but we will not be able to provide you with the shiny things you probably usually like to play with.”
She sucks her lower lip into her mouth for a moment. “Will you discipline me as well?” Her tone is so soft, goading me.
I look into her eyes, making sure my tone is firm. “We sure will,” I tell her. “You’ll be spanked whenever you are wilfully disobedient, and especially when you put yourself in danger.”
She squirms in my arms, evidently affected by my declaration.
“How does that sound?” I ask her.
“It sounds hot,” she concedes, and I feel the heat of her blush against my chest. “But I’m not sure how I feel about having you all make decisions for me…”
“I understand that,” I answer her. “It will be different, but I’ll ensure all choices are fair, and you’ll always be safe and cherished.” I pause, glancing down into her hot face. “Forgive me for saying so, but it seems to me that you’ve been making a lot of bad choices in your life. The wrong men, the wrong friends – I don’t know…” She looks at me, but says nothing, waiting for me to continue. “Perhaps it is time to let us make some better ones for you, little fawn?”
She presses her mouth into my chest hair, kissing me. “Perhaps it is,” I hear her murmur.
I cannot wait to share more about this book! 🙂
Stay tuned for sexy snippets over the next few weeks.
Happy hump day! Third round edits of my latest book are in full flow, so I should have this one off to the publisher before Christmas (fingers and toes crossed!)
Here’s a little snippet for those who like their reading hot…
I’ll be on the look out for ARC readers soon, so if you’re interested, sign up to my fan page now!
She bites down on her lip as her eyes scan over my large frame. “I don’t want to be on my own,” she coos. “In the storm, I mean?”
I smile, gazing down at her, and for a moment we say nothing, permitting each other’s eyes to devour the other. Hell, I bet she’s imagining what I’ll feel like inside of her already…
“You don’t have to be alone,” I begin, raising my hand slowly to stroke the soft strands of fair hair from her face. I pause, absorbing its rich honey tones, and wondering at how beautiful she is.
“What will you do to me?” she asks, her eyes loaded with sin, as though she is at this moment considering all of the debauch options.
“What would you like me to do?” I reply, deliberately throwing her one of my most devastating glances.
Her lips part at my question, and I swear I can hear the pounding of her heart. “I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone so…” she pauses, eyeing me up and down again before she continues. “Big before?”
This time I have no choice, and I laugh gently at the thought. “Do you think you can handle me?” I say, deliberately wishing to provoke her.
Her right eye brow raises for the briefest second, and I know she has taken my bait. “Of course, I can handle you,” she says flatly.
“So then,” I answer her with a chuckle. “You have nothing to be worried about.”
“Hmmm,” she replies, “not unless you…” Her voice dries mid-sentence, and something about the resonance makes my cock throb painfully at my waistband.
“Not unless, what?” I murmur, pressing myself against her sweet body.
An unconscious groan leaves her lips as she feels, apparently for the first time, just how keen I am to keep her company on this stormy night. “Logan,” she breathes, her gaze coming to rest upon my own once again.
“Not unless, what?” I repeat, allowing my exasperation to show just a little in my voice.
She stills, acknowledging the tone. “Not unless you spank me again,” she whispers, her dilating pupils evident even in this light.
What an intriguing young thing you are, I think as I watch her. The one thing that you protested so vehemently, now appears to be the one thing on your mind…
“If you behave, then you won’t need to be spanked again,” I say, maintaining eye contact with her as I speak.
Her cheeks flush, although I can’t tell if that’s with arousal or an evocative blend of her excitement laced with the obvious fear she feels. She swallows, evidently trying to play it cool. “But what if I *want* to be spanked again?”
It’s hump day, it’s a new month, and it’s nearly my birthday! To makes things even better, my characters are talking loud and fast – their words coming at me almost as quickly as I can get them on screen…
For this week’s #WipItUp, I want to feature something from my newest WIP. This one came to my in the middle of the night last week, and wouldn’t let up until I’d plotted the first half of the novel. I mean, I never plot. I never have, but this one is different. The characters are screaming at me for time and attention. So, here’s just a tiny snippet – let’s call it an appetiser.
“Turn around, and bend over,” he orders me, and I find my body is scrambling to obey even before I register the command.
He moves wordlessly, securing each of my limbs to the bench with the leather straps I had noticed earlier. As all four of them are buckled into place, my breathing becomes faster and more erratic. This is really happening. I am actually here, strapped down face first over this strange contraption, and soon he’ll be doing goodness knows what to me. My chest heaves as I struggle to pull the necessary oxygen in from the air around us.
“Breathe, Madelaine,” he soothes, rising to stand as he steps away from my left wrist.
Breathe, I snort. Easy for you say, Mr Heilbronn, but my lips remain quiet, wordless, as I watch him wander to my behind.
He touches me, and I brace, expecting pain, yet his caress is gentle. One, maybe two fingers trace an invisible line over my body, beginning at my shoulder blades, and running down to my exposed bottom.
“You are quite exquisite, Madelaine,” he murmurs, his tone full of his own arousal. “Of all of my projects, you, Madelaine – you are the most beautiful.”
Enjoy your day, and here’s to a fabulous new month!
Join the rest of the blog hop this week, and enjoy more hot little teasers from the other fabulous authors.
It’s hump day, and it’s time for a sneak peek into one of my current WIP’s, this time from the follow up to my latest Regency spanking romance release, Taming Lady Lydia… In this sexy snippet, we get a feel for what married life is like for Lord Thomas and his new bride.
He is behind me. The heat of his breath makes it as evident as the sound of his movement. About time, I muse… The remorse I felt at my earlier confession having given way to indignation and resentment about the duration of time Thomas has made me wait. I know of course, that this is all part of the game. I am not in control – a point which my nudity and bondage reinforces with crystal clarity. Yet something about the sounds coming from my husband in the last few moments has made me wonder just how much he is enjoying this moment – watching me squirm in my shame and servitude, whilst he takes every ounce of pleasure from the sight of me.
“Lydia.” His tone is devilish, and garners my attention at once.
I turn my head to the right, searching the velvet blackness for his face.
“Are you ready to be punished for your dishonesty, my love?”
I sigh, allowing the weight of my head to fall forward with resignation. I have waited this long and yet my real punishment has not even begun… The thought is demoralising.
“Yes, My Lord,” I answer, trying to remain as deferential as I can be and not earn myself yet more torment.
“Good,” he purrs, his voice now behind me. “In light of your recent misdemeanours, I am going to introduce you to my strap, but never fear – I will begin leniently…”
I tense at once. His strap? Can he be serious? I had eyed the thing a few weeks ago when Thomas had been introducing me to the rooms he reserves for his sensual and filthy play, but never had he indicated a desire to use it on me. Until now.
“Thomas, please…” The words are past my lips before I can censor them, and I freeze instinctively at my mistake.
“Lydia…” His tone is playful, and yet I know I will have just played right into his hands by speaking without permission. “Did I ask you to speak?”
I squeeze my hands, still bound at the wrists, into small balls, feeling my nails cutting into my skin. How could I be so stupid? It is as though I actually want him to strap me! “No, My Lord,” I begin. “But please, I beseech you, spare me the strap? I swear I will never seek to gain new possessions without your approval first!”
My legs below me begin to tremble, as though the tension running through my body becomes too much for them to bear. His hand come to rest on my left shoulder, the palm warm against my cool skin. “Hush, Lydia,” he coos, and once again his breath tickles the back of my neck. “Be calm, my love. Remember what I have told you in the past. I will punish you, but never will I harm you. Your welfare is my paramount concern in all things.”
I nod my head at his words, but can already feel the emotion threatening to re-emerge from behind my blindfold. “Yes, Thomas, but…”
The weight of one of his digits’ lands gently against my mouth, halting my statement in an instant. “There are no buts, my love,” he says, softly into my hair. “There is just you, and me, and the trust that exists between us. When you deliberately set out to deceive me, that trust falters. Do you understand?”
It sounds like Lady Lydia is in trouble… again! 😉
Treat yourself to the first book, and discover just how this naughty sprite was first tamed by Lord Thomas:
It’s our favourite day of the week, right? With Saturday, comes the threat of yet another spanking… this time from my newly completed (unedited) WIP.
Logan smiles, nodding his head in that annoying, knowing way. “ It is our thinking that you should receive a sound spanking for your offenses, little Miss. Nothing too brutal of course, but…” He pauses for a moment, eyeing me with hunger. “We believe a tanned backside will help deliver the message to you.”
I take a step backwards, unable to hide the disgust his suggestion has awoken in me. “Y- you cannot be serious?” I stammer.
“We are deadly serious,” he replies, his tone serious and steadfast.
“I am a grown woman!” I cry out. “I should not be subject to such medieval treatment.”
The others in the room laugh, riling me up into a new state of fury. “Come now,” says Logan, taking a small step towards me. “We are not so medieval? If you yield to us on this matter, and accept your punishment, all things will be squared between us. I vow that we will help you to find your way home.”
I shift my weight, considering for the first time the action to which this giant alludes. Never before have I ever given thought to such a ridiculous idea. No man has ever threatened to punish me at all, let alone under such circumstances, and now, after such a hellish day, I find myself here, lectured to and threatened by these brutes of men.
“Well?” The blond one, Ethan, rises from his chair, and moves towards where his brother stands. “What do you say, Miss? Will you submit to us three, in our cottage in the woods?”
I swallow hard, throwing him one of my most withering looks. Beneath my t-shirt though, I feel my nipples hardening, and there’s no denying the throb I feel in the cleft between my legs. My eyes fall shut of their own accord, acknowledging my body’s strange reaction to what transpires around me. How can I find this situation a turn on? There is nothing even vaguely arousing about any of this! After all, I am held here against my will. There may be no chains or bondage, but I am a captive nonetheless. I can no more get past these massive men then I can teleport myself from the room.
“Well?” It is Logan’s voice which interrupts my thought process, and open my eyes to see him just a few inches from me. “Answer Ethan. Will you submit to our proposed punishment?”
I reel, jumping backwards at his sudden, close proximity. “What do you suggest?” I ask, standing up straight in the face of the anxiety which churns inside of me. “Tell me, please. No one has ever suggested such a penalty for me. I have never received so much as a slapped wrist before. What do you mean by a spanking?”
The atmosphere in the room shifts in an almost palpable way at my question, and I swear that all three of the men move closer as I speak. Logan swallows, the intensity in his eyes threatening to send sparks flying between us. “I intend to lay you face first over my lap, Goldi, but only once your shorts have first been removed.”
I gasp at his words, yet for some crazy reason I am unable to take my eyes from his face.
“Removed?” I say in little more than a gasp. “W-why should they be removed?”
He smiles. “Those shorts are designed for protection,” he replies. “I seek to offer you none during your penance.”
I shiver at the notion of it. “But, I shall be practically naked without them?” I murmur.
“We’re counting on it,” says Ethan, his tone menacing.
As you can tell, I have plenty of edits to get to, but if you need more delicious spankings, then don’t forget to drop into the other awesome blogs on the #SatSpanks hop this week!
This hump day, I’m excited to share a little snippet from one of the current three WIP’s – the forthcoming sequel to my #1 bestseller, The Viking’s Conquest.
In this unedited scene we find Aurelie and Anders getting down to it, but as usual the Viking Prince likes to be in control…
The familiar low chuckle resonates against my wet lips, and a moment later the sound is swallowed up by his mouth sculpting my pleasure. I gyrate as he has commanded, like an animal who has been trained to please her master. I squirm at the unwelcome imagery, realising that the analogy is all too fitting. That is precisely what I have become – the usual wet, needy mess which Anders’ discipline seems able to create. Lost in our combined, lush rhythm, I push back against his powerful tongue, allowing him to fill me over and over again. I am close, so close to the point of shattering hedonism. Arching my back, my head falls, whilst my mouth opens into a silent scream of carnality.
I do not know how he achieves it, but all at once I feel his digits at my cleft, mercilessly teasing my throbbing little nub. The shock of the sensation rouses me, but even before I can let out the burst of feeling, the peak of my gratification is upon me. It hits me hard, the brink a brutal and desolate place. For one moment I cannot take a breath, and then I unravel; all rasping breaths and moans. I plummet, falling consciously into the forbidden oblivion Anders has promised me. He stays with me the whole time, his mouth riding my convulsing waves of intensity, his tongue lapping me again and again.
There is black silence. It’s a place filled with warmth and serenity, but also one of depth and exposure. I am aware of Anders leaving my shuddering pelvis, and vaguely conscious of him splaying my parted knees further apart.
The sound of his voice comes from somewhere far away. “You are so delicious,” he soothes, the sound muting as yet another surge of orgasm rolls over me.
Want to read where Anders and Aurelie’s story began?