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Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Kryssie Fortune is back with Book 2 of her HEROES OF WESTHORPE RIDGE series, SEX, SCANDAL AND THE SHERIFF.

Starting over in Westhorpe Ridge wouldn’t be easy, especially since she’d already enjoyed a spanking and a one-night stand with the sheriff.
Jasmine Stewart (Jazz to her friends) falls for the blond stranger who spanks and seduces her at a Washington soiree. Later, when she discovers her flatmate is trying to draw her into a spy ring, she goes to the authorities. The ensuing publicity costs her her job, her security, and her future. Starting over in Westhorpe Ridge is her only option.

Sean Mathews, former SEAL and Westhorpe Ridge’s sheriff, can’t forget the woman he spanked when he visited Washington, but he thinks she’s a spy. When she turns up in Westhorpe Ridge, he tries everything to make her leave town. Despite their misunderstandings, though, they can’t keep their hands off each other.

As New Year’s Eve looms, the spy ring resurfaces. Jazz will need all of Sean’s SEAL prowess to survive. But because his wounded leg cost him his speed in the water, will it be enough?

About Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Series
Westhopre Ridge is a small, North Carolina Town with a big heart. Each story is a stand-alone romance but there are recurring themes and characters. The series features former military men come home to build a new career and the women strong enough to love them.
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Excerpt 1
“New start. New life. New ambitions,” she told herself as she drove away from her dream of being a teacher. 

By the time the winter sun crept over the horizon, she’d passed the halfway point between Washington and Westhorpe Ridge. She made good time, but fifteen minutes from her destination, the car handling changed. Praying nothing expensive had happened to her trusty vehicle, she pulled over to take a look. She got out the car, walked around to the rear passenger side, and sighed when she realized the tire had blown out. Damn, my spare’s in the trunk, beneath my suitcases and bedding. Shaking her head, she heaved her first suitcase onto the grass verge. It hadn’t felt so heavy when she’d packed it. 

A police car pulled up. “Sheriff Mathews, ma’am. Can I be of assistance?” 

His voice flowed over her like molasses, rich, thick, and so sweet she wanted to taste its owner. Instead, she panted slightly but kept moving. “I’ve had a blowout, but my spare tire’s under all my stuff. Don’t worry. I can manage, thank you.” 

When she turned back to the car, Jazz’s eyes widened. The man in the uniform looked enormous, blond, and way too familiar. Handsome didn’t come close. In his long-sleeved fawn shirt and standard-issue brown trousers, he looked like a sex god come to earth. And are those handcuffs dangling from his belt? I can find a way to put them to good use. 

Given their history, drooling over him felt wrong. Despite what the doctors had told her, traces of the spies’ lust drug must still linger in her system. Her heart beat faster and her pussy grew damp. Even breathing seemed hard around him. “Ethan Mathews? I thought you were a scientist involved in some hush-hush stuff, not a sheriff. Why are you in Westhorpe Ridge? I thought you were some high-flying scientist. And isn’t impersonating a police officer a criminal offense? Shit, you’re driving a real police car. Are you really a sheriff?” 

He did a double take, glowered right back at her. “Jazz Stewart? What the hell are you doing here? Have you jumped bail? Keep your hands where I can see them while I radio in and run a check on you.” 

Jazz shivered despite the winter sunshine. Everyone except the CIA had made her out to be the bad guy, her former employer included. The damn sheriff was treating her like a criminal, but he’d been at that damn party too. Judging by the way he’d climbing on his high horse, he probably believed everything he’d read about her in the papers. Out of everyone she knew, she’d wanted the man she’d been dreaming about since the soiree to be on her side. He’s even sexier than I remembered, but what’s with this running a check on me? Surely he knows the truth by now. She hated the way he smirked at her, but she couldn’t resist taunting him. “So, Sheriff, spanked any other females lately?” 

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

It's WIPITUP Wednesday where author's post snippets from current works in progress.  Please feel free to leave feedback, as I love hearing comments and suggestions from both readers and other authors. 

Today, I'm sharing a tantalizing scene from book two of my erotic mystery trilogy, MAGNOLIA ISLAND.  In Hunter's story, he has pulled a woman from the storm tossed waters near his island, not happy with being stuck with an uninvited guest for the duration of the storms, especially one so evasive about herself. 


“Do not move them from that spot.”
And just that quick, he tossed Chloe back into that place where she could let go of all her cares and concerns.  That strong, commanding tone brooked no argument, the look he pinned on her in the glass demanded just as much compliance.  He brought his hard hands up, cupped the fullness of her breasts and kneaded the soft flesh that hadn’t felt a man’s touch in what seemed like forever, but in reality, had not been all that long.
“Look at you,” Hunter breathed, not surprised at her quick complaisance.  He nailed it on the head when he labeled her submissive.  He watched as Chloe glanced at herself, winced then looked away.  Frowning, he asked, “What did you see you didn’t like?”
“The storm,” Chloe returned with a bite of defensiveness in her tone.
So, there was a little fire behind the meek exterior.  Good to know.  Grasping her right nipple, Hunter pinched the tender bud, hard.  “Try again.”
Gasping from the searing pleasure of that sharp pain, she admitted with a scowl, “An overweight woman pushing thirty.”  She started to lower her hands to shield herself from his knowing look, but once again he stopped her with a succinct dictum.
“Don’t move.”  
Before, it had been physical bondage that kept Chloe immobile when she wanted to squirm away from a painful truth, but now the only thing binding her was Hunter's command.  The voluntary bondage added an edge to her growing arousal, slowly taking her to that place she’d missed so much and thought never to be drawn again.
“Very good, pet,” he praised her, wondering where the endearment came from as he wasn’t prone to spouting them.  Then he shoved aside the unanswerable question in favor of filling his hands with more of her abundant flesh.  “So, you think you’re overweight?”  He resumed kneading her breasts, liking her extra softness.
“No, I know I am.  I didn’t use to….”  Chloe stopped short of mentioning her split with Jake.
“Ah, so the extra pounds have been recently put on.  Ever since you quit going to the clubs?” Hunter guessed.  “Want to tell me why?”
Chuckling, he bit her neck again.  “I’ve got to quit giving you a choice about answering.”
Chloe’s toes curled against the marbled floor from that sharp nip, but that was nothing compared to the ripple that slithered down her body when he yanked at the drawstring keeping the loose shorts up and they fell to her feet.  “Please,” she whimpered, unable to voice what she pled for since she had no idea herself if she wanted to run from him or beg him to continue.
“Oh, I do love hearing a woman beg,” Hunter murmured in her ear.  “And I haven’t even begun yet.  Tell me something.”  He coasted his hand down her back then palmed her right buttock.  “Do you like a little pain along with bondage?”
“Who said I like bondage?” she asked as a way to avoid answering him.  The sharp smack he delivered to her butt pulled another whimper from her, the sting more pleasurable than painful.
“Avoiding an answer is as punishable as lying.  But, I think I’ll forgive you that infraction this time.”  He delivered another slap to her opposite cheek.  “Because I have my answer in your response.  Your body can’t lie.”  He ran a finger over one puckered nipple as he smacked her ass again.
Lightning struck again.  Not in the storm raging outside, but the one whipping through Chloe's body as he belabored her buttocks with a litany of slow, steady smacks, each one a little harder than the previous.  Hunter continued to tease and torment her nipples with his other hand, alternating between pinching and caressing, her entire body heating from the blissful, pain-filled pleasure sweeping her starving senses.  God, what glorious euphoria it was to give herself over to someone else again, to shove aside all decisions and go with the encompassing pain and building pleasure.
“Tell me why you were out today, Chloe.” 

I hope you enjoyed this scene.  I should have book three completed in a few weeks.  Be sure to check out the other stops on this blog hop!

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Libby Campbell joins me today with a look at her newest title, SADIE SAYS I DO.  You won't want to miss checking out this newest installment in Libby's Simon In Charge series!

Release date December 2nd, 2016 by Blushing Books

Genre: Erotic contemporary DD romance.

 #eroticromance #spanking #spankingromance #dominance #HEA


Sadie and Simon are ready to exchange vows. Almost. All they need now is a place to call home. Once that detail is settled, Sadie promises she’ll start planning the wedding.

Money is no object and a realtor finds them a house they love immediately. Could it possibly be that easy?

Of course not! An outstanding claim means the title won’t be free for a few months yet. In the meantime, Sadie wants to carve out a life with a daily routine focused on volunteer work with homeless people. Haunted by a ghost from his past, Simon wants to resume his life of international travel at least until the house is theirs.

Can they find a happy medium?

This is book 3 in the Simon in Charge series. It can be enjoyed as a standalone novel and includes that all-important HEA.

Publishers’ note: Sadie Says I Do is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or spanking of minors.

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I tried to look away but he took my chin and made me meet his eyes. “Do you remember telling me once that it was okay for me to spank you as long as that fact remained private? Something that happened only between us?”
I nodded.
“For future reference, if you disobey or embarrass me in public like you did today, then I will feel free to warn you the consequences just as publicly.” He paused long enough to make me shiver. “If you don’t want the world to know that you are going to be spanked, don’t act like you need one. You are on notice.”
I knitted my fingers together to stop them from trembling.
“Now.” He sat back, his knees spread. “Assume the position.”
I shimmied across his left leg, brushing my breasts against his chest as I turned. When I bent at the waist, my hip rubbed him gently. He stroked the small of my back once I was settled bottom skyward, the top half of my body pushed into the bed. With his right leg he trapped my legs so they couldn’t move. My pulse raced and I wished I could fast forward the next few minutes. He traced small circles first on one cheek then on the other.
“You are both naughty and forgetful,” he said. “How many times have we talked lately about the problems that come when one of us acts unilaterally?”
“Less than a thousand?” I hoped humor might get me some clemency.
“Correct in a smartass way.” Smack. “But if numbers are so hard for you maybe you need to work on them. You can keep track of how many times I spank you. Ready?”
He didn’t give me time to answer. The slaps came hard and fast and I fought to keep breathing as I counted aloud.
“Ten,” I choked out as he paused for a minute.
“Correct. And with that, we can call the outstanding issue of the LEED certification settled. It was, after all, a good requirement but you did fail to follow partnership protocol. You’re not going to do that again, are you?”
“No. I won’t. I promise,” I said with a whimper, happy to draw a line under that part of my penalty.
He rubbed my stinging cheeks. “And now we come to your defiant attitude, to your cranky response to a polite request for drinks. It seems that defiance needs to be spanked out of you and obviously I’m not doing a good enough job.”

Monday, February 6, 2017



                      KRYSSIE FORTUNE

Abigail Montgomery, a small town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, dreams of the Dickensian Christmas her family never enjoyed. Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.

Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom needs to $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution—to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle.

Gradually, Abigail comes to dream of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared break her heart when he walks away?

Abigail straightened her blonde wig, put on her mask, and strutted into the Masked Night’s BDSM club like Catwoman. Of course, everyone went incognito here, their names assigned by the vetting committee. Tonight, she’d become Kitty Gail, a sassy sub on her way to a first-ever hookup with the mouthwatering Dom, Master Jay.
The low moans of a woman bent over a spanking bench sounded bittersweet to Abigail’s ears. Knowing she’d never visit the club again added an extra swagger to her step. Not coming back for her monthly spanking would be…difficult. In the real world, she exuded confidence, carefully hiding the scared little girl inside her that even her family had disapproved of.
Damn it, she needed that spanking. It reminded her of how much she’d moved on and let her cope with the doubts that always chipped away at her confidence. The mind-blowing orgasms that followed were an added bonus.
But after tonight, Kitty Gail, with her figure-hugging blue catsuit and mask, would morph back into boring schoolteacher, Abigail Montgomery. Permanently.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Thank you for joining me on WipitUp Wednesday.  I'm smack dab in the middle of writing an erotic spanking mystery trilogy where book one starts with a murder that will get solved at the end of book 3.  No fears-my publisher has promised to put out all three books no later than two weeks apart, so you won't be kept in suspense long.  I hope you enjoy this scene from MAGNOLIA ISLAND, BOOK ONE: LOGAN.

The last person Logan wanted to see right now was Melanie Barnes, especially dressed as she was in a short white tennis skirt that showed off her gorgeous legs and brought back memories of bouncing around the tennis courts with her, amused by her competitive streak and awed by her talent.  He had spent years running from the young woman gazing up at him with that mingled look of concern and love shining in her bright blue eyes, and with the memory of Lynn’s cruel death haunting him, his defenses were battered down.  The last twenty-four hours had been brutal, answering questions by the cops, their guests leaving the island and heading back to Charleston wondering which one had betrayed them in the vilest of ways.  With Hunter staying on the island and Ryder returning to his loft apartment downtown, he was the only one at the house today, his uncle having taken off on one of his private retreats.  They were close, the four of them, but led their own lives and each of them needed to deal with Lynn’s death in their own way.
With his emotions a hair’s breadth away from exploding in any of several directions, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep Melanie at the arm’s distance he needed her to be for long.  It had been eight years since he confronted her peeping Thomasina act that gave her a front row seat of a sampling of his sexual preferences and he saw her for the first time as a sexy woman instead of the cute, appealing girl next door who had a crush on him.  Refusing to give in to the unexpected surge of fiery lust that had flamed to life inside him that afternoon and had continued to simmer every time he saw her again, he’d worked hard to keep their special relationship in its proper place.  He had no business fantasizing about her, even though his thoughts were the one thing he hadn’t been able to control, and he wouldn’t risk losing what they had or diminishing that light shining in those exquisite eyes by introducing her to his dominate sexual preferences. 
If that made him a selfish bastard, so be it.  That’s the price he would have to pay for keeping her the innocent girl he’d grown to cherish and had taken as his responsibility to protect the moment he lifted her up off the street, gazed into those tear-filled eyes and brushed off her scraped knee.
“It doesn’t take news long to travel, does it?” he finally answered her, shrugging off her small hand that burned against his skin and ignoring the flash of hurt in her eyes.  “I’m not good company right now, Mel.  We’ll catch up later.  I’ll call you.”
“Nonsense,” she replied with prompt assurance, her eyes snapping, her hands going to her hips in a stubborn stance that didn’t bode well for the outcome of their reunion this time around.  “You’ve always been there for me, now let me return the favor.  Sit down and talk to me.  Please.”
Aggressive need crawled under his skin, the urge to lash out, drive away the image of Lynn’s lifeless body lying in the sand in any way he could wouldn’t be denied for long.  He needed her gone.
“You haven’t changed, have you?” he snapped, harsher than he meant to.  “I don’t want to talk.  I don’t want company.  Now, be a good girl and run along home.”
Shit.  He knew right away that was the wrong thing to say.  When she got her dander up she dug in her heels each and every time.  Those eyes snapped blue fire as she took one combative step forward, went on her toes and got in his face.  His dick went hard the moment she spoke in a furious, hurt whisper.
“I. Am. Not. A. Girl.  And I haven’t been for a very long time.”
“Be very careful, kitten, that you don’t tread where you won’t follow,” he tried warning her again.  “You saw firsthand what I like to do with women.  You’re way past due for a spanking.”
It wasn’t her low, taunting laugh that ended up fracturing his control, but the immediate flush of arousal that spread over her pale face and lit her eyes followed by a challenge he was in no mood to ignore.  “I think you’re afraid I will follow, afraid you’ll have to act on that threat at last.”
“Let’s see, shall we?”

I hope to have the trilogy out this spring!  Don't forget to check out the rest of the stops this week.

Monday, January 23, 2017


                      PERFECT NOTES
                       JAYE PEACHES

                 D/s Erotic Romance, Contemporary, New Adult

 Callie is all he desires—the tonic for his dominance. But to fulfill their dreams, she must succumb to his passions.


Amateur clarinetist Callie turns up for an orchestra rehearsal following a six-week absence to find a new conductor in residence—Stefan, a charismatic man with ambitions of being a composer. After he gives her a lift home, he invites her to his house for a practice session. What begins as a music lesson ends with a passionate display of dominance by Stefan.

As their sexual affair blossoms, Callie is increasingly drawn to find out more about her aspiring composer and why he is a potent lover in the bedroom. When she turns up unexpectedly at his house, she is shocked to find him in the company of a naked woman. Horrified to think that he might have betrayed her, she calls an end to their relationship, but persistent Stefan begs for a second chance.

Encouraged by her boss to resolve her feelings toward Stefan, Callie seeks out a friend of his, hoping to understand what drives him to dominate, but the given explanation creates more unresolved issues for Callie. Determined to seek out the truth, she plans to confront Stefan. But by then, he has gone abroad. Callie must make a decision—cash in her savings and follow Stefan, or banish him from her life. If she does the latter, she will never understand the nature of the intense emotions he has awakened within her. Does she dare to love him?

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Excerpt (18+)

I lost track of time, lying there. He pinched my bottom. “You came, Mausi.”

I opened my eyes, the lids flickering.

He tucked his hands behind his head. “Now, what would be a suitable punishment for you?” he mused, staring up at the ceiling.

“I… I…” I struggled to find the right words while he waited. “Anything, if it makes you happy,” I finally blurted.

He rose onto his elbows. “Such a delicious request, how can I refuse you?” He smiled.

I expected him to throw me on my back and plunder my pussy with one of his rampaging fucks. A rush of hot blood filled my cheeks and I waited breathlessly. Instead, he climbed off the bed and, while he fingered his erect penis, he hunted about in a chest of drawers. He held up a condom. “Here.”

“But I’m still, you know…”

“Not for this.” He tapped his cock. “Oh, no. Mausi needs a special chastisement for coming without me.”

“Chastisement,” I repeated, watching him tear the wrapper with his teeth. I expected him to roll it over his cock, but he didn’t. He pushed his forefinger into the condom and sheathed the digit. I stared at him as a gentle smirk formed on his face. “You’ve got to be kidding.” I shuffled backward. “I’ve not done anything like that before.”

“Trust me, Mausi, you’re going to love it. Just my finger. Nothing else. Sometimes, that is all that is needed. Don’t worry.”

“Needed?” Who did he think he was, coming up with these debauched ways to torment me sexually?

“Oh, you need it.” He stepped forward.

Author Bio:

I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

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Wednesday, January 18, 2017

                SUMMER GRAYSTONE



When Hayley’s father died when she was young, it left a void in her life – and in her heart – that she has been striving to fill ever since. When adulthood came upon her, that need and that desire transferred to older men, an ache to have a ‘Daddy’ in her life. When her close friend invites her to an age play night at a local BDSM club, she meets Hunter, a Dom on the prowl and a perfect Daddy in the making.

Hunter has issues of his own, a previous experience has left him scared and slightly sadistic… yet the facade is fake. His kind heart is not cruel, only damaged. Can Hayley, as the new little girl in his life, help heal the pain from his past? Can she transform him in to the loving Dom they both know he truly is?

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“Get up,” he commanded. I took my time, sighing as I did, never letting myself break eye contact. I stood in front of him, hands at my sides.

He sat down on the sofa. “Unbutton your jeans, then get over my knee,” he commanded. Again, moving slowly and never breaking eye contact, I did as I was told. I unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper, then stretched out over my Daddy’s lap with my knees and forearms resting on the sofa.

I felt his fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans and pull them down. Once again I was wearing a thong, and my entire ass was exposed to him. I felt his right hand gently caress the skin, moving back and forth from one cheek to the other. I felt goosebumps rise in the wake of his gentle touch.

“Such a nice, round ass, little girl,” he murmured admiringly.

Then smack! He caught me with the palm of his hand, once, briskly. I gasped; to go so quickly from pleasure to pain was a surprise. It also heightened the arousal I felt once the momentary pain subsided.

“See what being a bad girl gets you?” my Daddy asked. He slapped again, this time on the other cheek. The sound echoed off the walls and reverberated through me. My skin tingled.

“If there’s one thing I ask for – ” smack! “ – it’s respect.” Smack!

I could feel myself becoming more and more aroused with every stroke. My hips flexed and moved without my even intending them to. I couldn’t keep myself from responding to the feeling of his hand against me.

“Hmmm…” I heard. “It looks like somebody is enjoying this a little bit. Is that true? Do you like it when Daddy spanks you?”

I didn’t know how to best answer, and I must have hesitated too long, because I felt his hand grasp my ponytail and yank my head back. “I asked you a question. Answer me: do you like it when Daddy spanks you?”

“Yes!” I gasped, and I could hear the pain in my voice. It didn’t hurt so much as it was uncomfortable. I liked having my hair pulled – just not so hard. Not worth bringing out the safe word, but something worth discussing anyway.

“See? All you had to do was answer.” He roughly shoved my head back down, still holding onto my hair, and gave me two good whacks across my ass. I cried out in surprise at his sudden show of force.

“It looks like I have to spank you harder, then, since you’re enjoying yourself so much,” Daddy said sternly. I tried to stifle the moan of mixed pain and pleasure that escaped my lips after he struck harder than before.

I felt myself getting wet, as that familiar tingle between my legs got stronger. It was like his hand was connecting directly with my pussy instead of my ass. He found a rhythm, delivering brisk and forceful blows on one cheek, then the other.

I felt the heat building inside me, washing over me. I stopped feeling each blow, instead experiencing the sheer sensation. My breathing got louder, more ragged. I couldn’t contain the little moans and gasps that his hand brought out of me.

Author Bio:

Hi! So my name is Summer, and I’m a part time erotica author, who attends classes during the day, and writes dirty romantic erotica by night. When I’m not in school studying photography, I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the beaches of Florida.

Some fun facts about me are that I love apple martinis (I just turned 21, so I can’t get enough of them) and I love Star Wars, The Vampire Diaries, the Originals, The Walking Dead and Smallville. I’m a gamer girl too. Animals are close to my heart, and I have a 3-month-old bearded dragon named Yoda (he’s green and white) and a spaz of a dog named Nala who is a Terrier/Pomeranian mix, but I digress.

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.

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