Monday, July 24, 2017

                         HER ROGUE VIKING

                                       BY

                             ASHE BARKER


           Abducted. Humbled. Claimed.

Check out Ashe Barker's newest title-you won't be sorry!  Thanks for sharing, Ashe. 


·        Stormy Night, 2017

·        Released 2 April 2017

·        Historical erotic romance, Viking romance

·        Approximately 76,000 words

·        HEA ending



#eroticromance #ashebarker #discipline #dominance #spanking #Vikingromance #Vikings #historicalromance



Blurb



Though Fiona puts up a brave fight when her village is raided by Vikings, she ends up being carried off over the broad shoulders of Ulfric Freysson, the leader of the Norsemen. The stern, ruggedly handsome warrior quickly makes it clear that she belongs to him now, and her best efforts to escape merely earn Fiona a painful, humiliating switching on her bare bottom.



Her captor’s bold dominance sets Fiona’s passion ablaze, and when he brings her to his bed she cannot help begging for him to claim her completely. As Ulfric begins training her to please him in any way he demands, Fiona finds herself falling in love with her new master, but she soon realizes that there are those among his people who still see her as an enemy. When her life is threatened by a member of his own family, will he stand ready to protect her no matter the cost?



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





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Blog post Introduction



I have always been fascinated by Vikings. Strong, sexy warriors, ruthless, dominant and determined – what’s not to like? It was only a matter of time before I wove a story around these fierce raiders who rampaged through Scotland and England for over three centuries, eventually settling and leaving their indelible mark on our history.



A Viking raid was indeed a ferocious affair. They relied on what would nowadays probably be termed ‘shock and awe’ swooping in from the sea on their fast dragon ships to attack with vicious and deadly effect. The Nordic raiders would be gone almost as swiftly as they arrived, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The modern equivalent would be a helicopter attack on a sleepy rural village by SWAT teams armed with automatic weapons– the local people would hardly know what hit them.



I have employed a certain amount of poetic license, but I was determined to recreate the Viking era to the best of my ability – their homes, their clothing, what they ate, how they lived. I hope readers will be as entranced as I am by these creative and charismatic raiders, and perhaps forgive them their more outrageous little foibles.



Excerpt

Ulfric carried her to the fallen tree and set her down beside it, taking care to allow her to lower her good leg first. Then, still ensuring that her weight remained on her uninjured foot, Ulfric helped Fiona to turn and face the trunk, then eased her torso forward until she was balanced across it. The furs and blanket provided a soft cushion. Fiona could find no reason to complain that her comfort was not considered as Ulfric patted her soon-to-be-punished bottom.

“I will lift you a little higher, to ensure that your feet are off the ground and taking no weight, and to offer me a better target, naturally.” He did not wait for any further comment from Fiona. In moments she was dangling over the tree trunk, her feet inches from the bare earth and her head and shoulders balancing her weight on the other side. The grass and a light dusting of fallen leaves were just inches from her nose but she could just make out their shapes in the gathering gloom as she quivered in this unfamiliar and vulnerable position.

Her father had been no disciplinarian. In all her nineteen summers no one had ever so much as slapped her wrist, let alone bent her over a fallen tree for a public switching. Fiona wondered if it was possible to die of humiliation.

She managed not to whimper as her skirts were raised above her waist, then tucked under the woven braid that served as a belt. Fiona was acutely aware of the half dozen or so Viking warriors who had gathered to observe the proceedings. They were all now afforded a fine view of her upturned, naked buttocks. She was glad she could not decipher the exact meaning of their calls and remarks, though the general gist was plain enough.

The jocularity ceased abruptly at a word from Ulfric. The men remained in place, watching, but they no longer offered their lewd observations.

Fiona was accustomed to harsh winters, but the bitter chill of this Nordic early evening was equal to anything she could recall in her own country. She shivered as the icy breeze caressed her bare backside and could not help clenching as Ulfric bent to select the first switch.

“Fear not, little wench. You shall soon be feeling a good deal warmer.” He swung the switch in an experimental arc, slow at first, then fast enough to produce an ominous whistle. Fiona shrieked.

Ulfric chuckled and moved in close. He laid the palm of his free hand on her bottom, the caress almost affectionate. “Try not to clench, though I realise it is difficult. Are you ready?”

There was nothing to be gained by delaying matters. Fiona nodded, then clenched her bound hands into fists as she tensed for the first stroke.

“Aagh!” She let out a shrill scream as fire exploded across her right buttock. Her entire body jerked with the force of the blow, though she had been expecting it. This hurt though, more than she had ever imagined.

“One,” Ulfric intoned. “Be still, Celt. Settle down and we shall continue.”

Somehow, through the haze of pain, she heard his words and managed to obey. Moments later fire snaked across her left cheek.

“Ooh!” Sweet Jesus, can I bear this?

“Two. Now relax, you do not wish to drag this out, I am sure.”

He was right, she did not. Fiona willed her tense muscles to soften and drew in a shuddering breath.

“Three. Four.”

She was managing the pain just slightly better now, no longer so shocked by the intensity of sensation. She managed not to cry out, and needed no further reminders to keep her buttocks soft.

“That is good. Five. Six. Seven.”

Fiona writhed against the blanket. Despite her determination to bear this ordeal with fortitude she was unable to remain still, nor could she contain her tears that flowed unchecked across her face.

Ulfric paused to once again lay his palm over her throbbing backside. Her bottom was on fire and she flinched under his touch though he was not rough with her.

“You are doing well. Just three more to go. Shall I continue, Fiona?”

No! Enough! “Yes. Please, just finish this and let me get up.”

More about Ashe Barker



USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 

At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

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Thursday, July 20, 2017

Summer Graystone is honoring us with a snippet of her new release, GAINING DAISY.  This looks sooo good, Summer-thanks for sharing!

 
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Every thought left Maisy’s mind as Carter wrapped his hands around her waist to slip them into her gym shorts, cupping her ass around her panties. It seemed like he was massaging where he had just spanked and Maisy felt her bones turn to goo as his hands swept up and down her ass. Then his thumb brushed the bottom end of her pussy from the back, and Maisy moaned loudly as she clutched his chest and plastered her body against his. A move that allowed her to feel every inch of the erection resting between Carter’s legs. Maisy rubbed her thighs against it, hoping to punish him a little like he was doing to her. But apart from a slight increase in breath and a jerk of his engorged cock, Carter barely acknowledged the contact.

Then with his hand still in her ass crack, his thumb just barely edging her pussy from the back, he leaned in close to her. “If you can complete fifty sit-ups without stopping, I’ll put my tongue where my thumb is.”

Adrenaline spiked through Maisy, and at that moment she would have done a hundred sit-ups just so she could feel his tongue soothe the ache between her legs. Forgotten was the fact that, up to that point, the best she had ever been able to get to was about thirty. She quickly got on the floor, raising her knees up till she was in the position to start. Then just before she started, Carter dropped down to his knees and slid in between her legs. Normally, he would hold her by her ankles to keep her steady while her back went up and down. But today, his hands slid up her legs, caressed her thighs, then she felt the pad of his thumb circle around her aching pussy, the friction causing another wave of arousal to course through her whole body. “Remember, my tongue here if you get to fifty.”



 
About the Author:
Hey! So, my name is Summer, and I’m a contemporary romance author, who attends photography classes during the day, and writes naughty romance by night. When I’m not in school I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the beaches of California. My favorite thing to do is to write sexy stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end. 

I love to hear from my readers! Email me at summergraystone@outlook.com and let's chat!

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“Gaining Maisy by Summer Graystone was a sweet and sexy romance novel that pulled me in from the first page. I’m a sucker for stories where the heroine is starting over and happens to meet a loving dom (like Carter—yum!!), and I thought Maisy and Carter had great chemistry and were perfect for one another. This is a fantastic read that you won’t want to put down!” ~ USA Today Bestselling Author Sue Lyndon

Monday, July 17, 2017


Naked Rebel


by


Anita Philmar




Thank you for joining me today, Anita.  Here's a peek at her new release, NAKED REBEL.



·        Erotic romance, Spy Adventure thriller, Off-world romance

·        Approximately 27,500 words

·        HEA ending



#eroticromance #anitaphilmar #thriller #ActionRomance #dominance #eroticAdventure







Naked Rebel



A spy that prefers to work alone, Nick Royster’s assignment is turned upside down when his superiors sends him a personal companion. Not appreciating the need to watch someone else’s back, he attends a dinner of Salsar’s inner group. Only to learn, he has to sacrifice Rane to get the information he needs to end the war.



Rane knows the important of winning. Her family slaughtered by Salsar, this is her homeland and she plans to do whatever it takes to win her peoples’ freedom.
With everything on the line, can these two have any future together or does love and war equal heartache? 

Excerpt

Rane rocked her hips to draw his hand lower but he didn’t follow her lead. “I’m here to do whatever you want. My needs according to the companion’s creed are of little consideration.”
Nick shook his head. “So I’m the one in charge. You have to follow my lead.” The glare in his blue eyes marked his comment as more of a reference to the assignment than their sexual encounter.
Warned he wouldn’t like her on this mission, she stared back at him. Yes, he might like to work alone, but this was her homeland. He might even be close to discovering the location of the purification plant, but he didn’t have intel on Salzar as she did.
“Wherever you might go.” She dipped her head and whispered beside his ear. “All the way to hell and back if need be.”
He shifted his hands to her waist and rolled her onto her back. The weight of his chest pressed her into the mattress. “You are to follow every one of my directions precisely. I don’t have time to worry and fuss over you.”
She stiffened. The innocent statement packed a punch. He effectively tied her hands so she couldn’t do any investigation without his approval.
Unhappy about his high-handed attitude, she remembered her part in this farce and cupped her hands around his face. “And what exactly can I do for you at the moment?”
He frowned and brushed his lips lightly along her jaw. His whispered word registered seconds before his tongue traced the rim of her ear.
“Leave,” bounced around in her head.
His pleasure of making love to her body didn’t alter his desire to work this case alone.
Undeterred, she played her part and answered for the electronic devices listening to their conversation. “Oh, but I know lots of different positions. Which one would you like to try first?”
He lifted his head and stared down into her face. “You are without a doubt a challenge, but luckily I like challenges.”

 
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Anita’s free read-- Hot Prairie Nights. 


Bio for Anita Philmar
Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.
Influenced by sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where erotic moments come to life in a great read.
Naughty or Nice?
Read her books and decide.

Email: anitaphilmar@yahoo.com

Anita Philmar Other Books

Naked Bluff, Texas series

In Deep Water – Skinny-dipping to cool off in the Trinity River couldn’t cause any problem...could it? 
In Too Deep – The peace of the day is shattered when her best friend steps too far into the Trinity River.
Duty’s Bride  - Can Sadie have a new life or will her old one rear its ugly head?
More Than Ready – Can a determine woman win her heart’s desire?
Cowboy’s Passion
Cowboy’s Pleasure
The Country Doctor’s Bride

Black Dragon’s Series-

Black Dragon’s Blood
Black Dragon’s Moon
Black Dragon’s Heart

Other Stories

Fairy Fun
Texas Passion
Hog-Tied and Branded
Naked Rebel
Hot Wired

Banished – Three Erotic Stories(shapeshifters)

Banished Hero
Banished Scoundrel
Banished Witch

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Thursday, July 13, 2017



“Maybe we could start with something…tamer,” she ventured without backing down.
      “Tamer?  I don’t do tame, baby, which is why you need to stop the come-ons and teasing.  You don’t know what you’re asking for.”


In celebration of Blushing Books acceptance of my new submission, BOUND AND SAVED, I'm sharing a sneak peak at Sandie's discovery she stowed away on a yacht designed for BDSM play.




Sandie strolled around the deck circling the large room she’d hidden in and the enclosed navigation space.  Peeking through the windows, she noted Zachary spared no expense in there either as the two wide leather seats sitting in front of the steering panel looked like furniture you’d relax in while lounging in front of a large screen television.  She made her way to the back of the boat where she’d noticed a small, tucked away bar and lounges.  Her brows dipped in a puzzled frown as she spotted attached, leather cuffs on each of the four short legs on the padded deck furniture.
“Huh,” she mumbled, fingering the soft inside of one cuff.  “So the kink doesn’t stop with spanking.”  Even more curious now about what kind of boat, and man she found herself holed up with for a few days, she wound her way back to the door to the large room.  Casting a quick glance at Zachary’s safety line, she saw it remained lax and a quick peek over the rail proved she could still spot the shadowy shape of his body a few feet down and everything remained good.
Leaving the door open, she stepped inside the cavernous room that dominated the center of the boat’s middle tier.  The two side walls curved toward the top and three large skylights positioned in the arch brought in large swatches of sunlight.  Toeing off her sneakers, she dropped her backpack and sank her bare feet into plush teal carpet as she noticed things in the room she couldn’t see from her hidden position in the closet yesterday.  “Oh, my,” she whispered, walking around two, floor-to-ceiling poles in the center of the room spaced several feet apart.  Restraints at the top and bottom of the poles left little to wonder about their purpose.  A delicate shiver rippled down her spine as she imagined herself bound against one, her face growing warm when she pictured herself naked on it, Zachary standing in front of her with that enigmatic gaze trailing over her bare flesh.
   Sandie had never imagined she would be interested in alternative sexual practices, then again, she never thought she’d be on the run for her life after witnessing a brutal, cold-blooded murder either.  Life had a way of hitting you with the unexpected, and from the way her nipples and sheath were pulsing, there would be no running from this happenstance discovery.
Wondering what else she had missed while crouched in the closet, she took a moment to look out the window, ensuring Zachary’s line still laid relaxed before continuing with her slow tour of the room.  Above the curved sofa, along the back wall, a window afforded a view of the rear deck and lounges.  Anyone who thought they could slip outside for privacy would find out otherwise.  Along the same side wall as the small closet, she spotted three pull levers mounted far apart, about a spot just above her head.  Figuring they opened storage compartments, she moved on, the sight of a chair at the front of the space that resembled something out of a torture chamber had goosebumps popping up along her arms.  Refusing to get any closer to the medieval device, she pivoted and her eyes landed on a contraption in the far corner of the room that drew her over.  The odd arrangement of wide, flexible strips and dangling, cuffed lines was difficult to figure out.  She tried playing with them, holding out the narrow cords and picturing them attached to arms and legs.  The images popping into her head were lewd displays of naked, swinging bodies that once again warmed her from head to toe, her fun zones in between turning the hottest.
“Someone has a vivid imagination.”  Sandie wasn’t sure if her remark referred to her host or herself.  Peeking out the window again, she saw Zachary shrugging out of the air tank, the tight spandex swim top molding to the muscles in his back as he lowered the heavy equipment.  Since he knew she was on board, she didn’t feel any inclination to look away when he pulled the tightly stretched top over his head, revealing a light mat of hair curling over thick pectorals.  Her mouth watered as he slid his hands past ribbed abs to peel the almost knee-length trunks down his legs. 
The term, ‘buns of steel’ came to mind as he bent over to retrieve both swim suit parts before draping them on a deck chair.  She licked her lips as she imagined nipping those firm buttocks and feeling the muscles clenching under her mouth.  Unabashed in his nudity, he stretched his arms over his head then twisted at the waist, long, lean muscles bunching and rippling with his slow movements.
“You make a fucking, lousy tender.”
Zachary’s cool tone coming in through the open window startled Sandie before she smiled.  If he wasn’t as attuned to her as she was to him why the show?

Bound and Saved is the start of a new series featuring seven dominate men who bonded closely as teens at a camp for juvenile delinquents.  Coming from various, difficult childhoods, each will meet his match over the next year.  In book one, millionaire Zachary Allen-Vancuren outfits his new mega yacht with all the BDSM accoutrements he and his friends enjoy and is looking forward to taking the luxury vessel on a solo cruise when he discovers he has an unwanted stowaway.  Sparks fly when Sandie refuses to heed his warnings to stay clear of him and it's not long before she's getting a lesson she never imagined she'd enjoy!  I hope you'll look forward to reading this series as much as I am writing it.

Monday, July 10, 2017

                             LITTLE BRIDES

                                        BY

                             ALLISON WEST


I'm pleased to have Allison visiting today and hope you enjoy a look at her new book, LITTLE BRIDES, as much as I did.
Little Brides
Victorian Chronicles Book Two
By Allison West
Publisher: Blushing Books

Eager young Clara is looking forward to her arranged marriage. She has been waiting all her life for the day when she will meet her husband. Her father has spent many months searching for the man worthy of his daughter’s hand.
Clara learns that her future husband, Francis, requires the young woman to undergo a medical examination to ensure that she has remained pure and that she is as intact as her reputation. Clara has never felt more disgraced as she is forced to bare all of herself to the doctor, where she undergoes far more than she ever anticipated. Silently, she swears to herself that she will move past the humiliation and never speak of what happened with the physician.
When Francis pays a visit to Clara’s father to propose additional terms to the marriage, wanting to bring along one of her maids so he will have a nanny in the house for Clara, the young bride-to-be is shocked to realize that he was the man giving her an examination. Was he really a doctor, or was he playing the part to ruin her reputation?
Little Brides is the second book in the Victorian Chronicles. It can be read as a stand-alone story but it does follow the first book in the series: A Proper Punishment.



A Proper Punishment
Victorian Chronicles Book One
By Allison West

She’s stolen gold… will she steal his heart? Lena Mae has been turning down the advances of men and potential suitors for marriage. She has not met a man worthy of her attention or her hand. Looking for adventure and learning of the route between England and Paris where gold is hauled and transported, Lena is determined to steal enough gold bars to live alone and never need to consider the advances of another man.
William Mason is responsible for guarding the train and the gold bars buried inside the safes. He has always been a man of the law. When he discovers that the safe transporting the gold has been broken in to and there are thieves on the train, he enlists the help of the young Lena Mae, who has caught his attention. Traveling alone with a story to tell, she appears to be the most honest person and the one least likely to be involved, given her dainty size.
His assumptions are wrong. Learning of her betrayal, he must decide how to enforce his rule and whether she should be disciplined – or arrested and handed over to the authorities for her crimes.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains elements of age-play, power exchange, discipline, anal play, and graphic sexual content. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
Available for $2.99




Excerpt

Francis had paid an unexpected visit to Clara’s parents’ home, wishing to speak with them about hiring a nanny for Clara. Though, in truth, he did not desire to use such words around her family. He wanted the chance to marry the young lady and worried that if he confessed of his desires, that they might not offer the young lady to him. Instead he would refer to the position as a maid, because it was quite common for wealthy families to have maids to help the girls with their chores and getting ready for proper events. 

He had not intended on visiting with Clara after the examination. In fact, he had planned on her discovering that he was the physician when they were to wed. It would have been quite a surprise, even for him, a man who despised surprises, but he thought it was in Clara’s best interest.  

“What are you doing here?” Clara asked, staring at him harshly. She stepped closer, examining him from head to toe. “Are you really a physician or was what you did some sick joke?” Clara folded her arms across her chest. 

He was confident that she was angry with him and for valid reason, he hadn’t been forthcoming in who he was. Francis also hadn’t thought that if he was honest she would have been accepting of what he wanted to do, ensure that she was a virtuous bride. 

“I am a doctor,” Francis said. “You visited my home and the cottages for the sick and dying.” He quite often had at least one family hauled up in one of the buildings until they passed away. It made caring for them much easier when they were within a few days or weeks of their last dying breath. 

“You lied to me!” Clara shouted as she stomped across the floor, coming to approach him. 

He wasn’t sure whether she had it in her to hit him or only scream at him. Either way he was prepared for whatever anger she unleashed. Francis did not deny that it was probably warranted. It wasn’t that he intended to betray her, only keep her from second guessing the decision of their marriage. 

“I did what was in your best interest,” Francis said. “I intended to marry you and have no reason not to.” He hoped that she would not give him a reason to turn her away. She was beautiful, strikingly so with her honey blonde hair and hazel eyes that twinkled in the candelabra lighting. 

Clara huffed with anger, her teeth clenched tight and her hands balled into fists. “You violated me!” 

“Excuse me?” George asked, interrupting the tiff between his daughter and Francis. “Would someone please clarify what exactly is going on here?”