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Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Tuesday's guest:  Ashe Barker is here sharing a look at her two newest releases, RESURRECTION & GIDEON.  Thanks for visiting Ashe!


Resurrection

By Ashe Barker

  

·        Baronet Press, 2016

·        Released 21 September 2016

·        Paranormal/Time Travel erotic romance

·        Approximately 80,000 words

·        HEA ending



#eroticromance #ashebarker #discipline #dominance #spanking #timetravel #bdsm #paranormal #vampire






Blurb

Right from the start she knew it wasn't about love.



As the youngest daughter of a wealthy family in medieval England, Lady Jane of Acton has been betrothed to Gerard Twyfford, the son of the Earl of Roseworth, since she was a baby. A dynastic marriage such as theirs is about power and property, not love but even so Jane desperately yearns for her husband's approval. But Gerard’s rare visits to her bed are for the sole purpose of producing an heir, and she’s even failed at that. How can Jane win Gerard over when she cannot even be the wife he needs her to be?



Would one last chance be enough? Could he make things right, even now?



Ged Twyfford doesn't know what he's missing in life. A powerful vampire, he’s lived for close to six hundred years and seen a lot during his time but his past still haunts him. On a whim, he purchases Roseworth castle, the keep he used to rule as lord. Mostly in ruins now, Roseworth is a shell of what it was when he was still a mortal but Ged is determined to make it his home again. Maybe this is what he's been missing, maybe he needs a place to belong at last.



When a woman emerges from the lake beside his castle, looking and sounding a lot like the wife he lost over five centuries ago, Ged assumes she's a witch out to dupe him. But what if she is who she claims to be? Ged finally realizes just what he had, and just how precious to him was the wife he betrayed all those hundreds of years ago.



Do they really have a second chance or is it just too late to start over?

 
           Sometimes fact is stranger than fiction. No spoilers, but Resurrection just screamed at me to be written and as the story unfolds in there are some amazing twists in the tale, extraordinary events which really did happen and will never be repeated. Add in the romance of time travel, not to mention an über-sexy vampire and five hundred years of English history and there is a fabulous story to be told. I loved writing it, I hope readers enjoy Resurrection as much as I have.


EXCERPT (18+)



"Over my knee, Janey."

His tone had softened, and the intimate use of her name gave her pause. Her husband rarely even spoke to her outside of formal settings, let alone would he utter any endearment. His expression did not suggest mockery, though she could not name the unfamiliar expression which lurked in his sapphire eyes. With a dejected sob Jane prostrated herself across his lap. Her waist-length plait trailed on the rug beside the bed and she grasped at her husband's leather boot for support, convinced she would overbalance and tumble to the flagged floor.

"Your shift, Jane."

"I, I cannot reach. Could you not just—"

"Spanking requires a bare bottom, Janey. You can reach, and I wish you to bare your buttocks for me now."

There was no alternative, no avoiding this. Jane stretched her hand behind her to grab the hem of her garment and pulled it up. She was oddly grateful that her husband steadied her with his arm to prevent any danger of her falling as she did the same with the other side.

"Is that high enough, my lord?"

"Almost. Pull it right above your waist. I wish to see all of your sweet derrière for this as I intend to turn the whole of it a glorious shade of crimson."

Jane sobbed as she complied, uncertain whether her tears were due to fear of what was about to happen to her or humiliation at this treatment. Her husband might be cold and neglectful, but he had always treated her with the utmost courtesy. Until now.

At this moment she longed for him to neglect her.

"Good. You may scream and shriek all you like, but you will not kick or struggle or otherwise seek to avoid your punishment. I will tell you when we are finished here and you may get up, but until then you will remain exactly where you are with your bottom nice and high. Do you understand?"

"I cannot. You will hurt me..."

"I will. I intend to hurt you because I am about to teach you a lesson you will not easily forget. I hope such occurrences will be rare between us, my lady, but be under no illusion. I will make my point and disobedience will earn you a bared and spanked bottom. So, you will be still, yes?"

"I will try, my lord." Jane did not think for one moment she would succeed.

"You will do as I say, or we will continue here until you do. You have a gorgeous arse, my sweet little wife, and I already intend you not to wish to sit on it for several days. I recommend you make every effort not to provoke me further."



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Gideon – Order of the Black Knights, Book 1

By Ashe Barker


·        Dreamspinner Press, 2016

·        Released 5 October 2016

·        MM erotic romance, suspense, paranormal

·        Approximately 65,500 words

·        HEA ending



#eroticromance #ashebarker #MM #lbgt #OBK #suspense



Series Blurb



Order of the Black Knights

Every century has its knights, but they are not always seen. Some of them do what must be done—getting their hands dirty when no one else is willing. Assassins and antiheroes who work from the shadows, they are called the Black Knights. From the time of the society’s creation in the 1100s, these men are cursed to repeat their lives of bloodshed. But for each knight, there is one who can bring out the man that waits inside and break the cycle. The question is whether or not the knight will kill his true love before he figures it out.





Blurb



Gideon Maybury enjoys a life of wealth and privilege, not to mention the advantages his position offers him in his career as a merchant banker and in his less public life as a high-class, skilled, and very well-paid assassin for Her Majesty's government. When his brother dies unexpectedly, he becomes the Duke of Westmoreland.



Michael Mathison has hated Gideon since they were at university together. He’s convinced Gideon had a hand in the death of Michael’s college lover, Christopher, and that he had something to do with the death of his own brother. So he gets a job as Gideon’s driver, enabling him to investigate the circumstances surrounding the death of the elder Maybury sibling. At first his suspicions seem to be confirmed, but clues come to light that suggest all is not as it appears at Maybury Hall.



As the mystery deepens, so does the attraction between the two implacable enemies. Each has reasons not to trust the other, but neither is averse to a bit of kinky play. Gideon and Michael end up owing each other their lives, and it results in consequences neither could have imagined.







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EXCERPT  (18+)
He had to be rid of the sexy driver. That much was clear, sadly. But he saw no reason to let him go without sampling the goods first. That would be just wasteful.
Gideon thrust his hips up and sought to force more and more of his throbbing cock between Michael’s teeth. Michael was on top and could control the depth, but he allowed Gideon to have his way. He angled his face, which directed the head of Gideon’s cock into the pocket of his cheek. At the same time, he increased the suction, and Gideon’s head spun.
“Christ. Fuck….” he muttered and jerked his hips sharply. “Take me in your throat, you bastard.”
Michael grunted his agreement, but didn’t immediately comply. Gideon made a mental note to make him fucking wait when the time came, and tightened his fingers around Michael’s nuts. At last he got the message and shifted position to accept more of Gideon’s cock. Michael lowered his face and took Gideon inch by slow, agonizing inch. It was clear he’d had practice—there was no gagging or backing off—but neither did Michael allow Gideon to force the pace. Oddly, having made his point and gotten things moving, Gideon was content to let Michael take charge. He lay still, and his breathing labored as his balls clenched in readiness. It wouldn’t be a long job.
The surge of pure pleasure was so intense, Gideon could almost ignore the tingling, crackling sensation that seemed to hover in the air whenever his driver was near, and the sizzle of electricity that arced whenever he actually touched him. Gideon and one of his many partners had played with a violet wand on one occasion. He hadn’t liked it that much, in truth, and the buzz that passed between them put him mind of that. Getting up close and personal with Michael was good—better than good—but disconcerting at the same time. Gideon wasn’t averse to a little sexual experimentation, but generally he knew what he liked, and it didn’t involve being plugged into the mains.
Gideon groaned and reached for Michael’s head. He tangled his fingers in Michael’s blond locks and pushed his face lower. Michael didn’t resist. He allowed Gideon’s cock to drive deeper into his throat. Gideon arched his back, closed his eyes, and gave himself over to the intense pleasure of shooting his load into the back of a handsome man’s throat.
Jesus, but my man is skilled at this. Such a pity he has to die.
About Ashe Barker
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Thank you for stopping by to visit my two guests this week, Libby Campbell and Adrienne Blake.  Libby's offering a glimpse at her domestic discipline title, WINNING SADIE and Adrienne has a hot snippet from CARDINAL'S WHORES.

First up is Libby...




By Libby Campbell
 Release Date July 26th, 2016 by Blushing Books
Genre: Erotic DD romance.
Blurb

Sadie Donohue – gorgeous, sexy, smart and totally smitten with Simon Jacobson.
Simon Jacobson – gorgeous, sexy, smart, uber-rich and utterly smitten with Sadie Donohue. This sounds like a perfect match, so what's the problem?
Sadie is from the wrong side of the tracks: working class neighborhood, public schools, sausages on the backyard bar-b-que. She was raised to fend for herself and bow down to no one, especially a man. Since meeting Simon, everything her liberated, independent mother taught her has flown out the window. Now Sadie is regularly over Simon’s knee for being her sassy, strong-willed self. And she loves it!
Simon hails from a world of wealth and privilege: gated communities, private schools, servants turning steaks on the bar-b-que. As the owner of a multinational corporation he is used to giving orders and getting what he wants. His life revolves around making millions and socializing with people whose flamboyant wealth intimidates Sadie. Still, she’s thrown into the deep end and told not to do anything to embarrass Simon. Or else!
At their lavish engagement party, Sadie’s hears her mother’s voice echoing in her head, reminding her that she will never fit in. Best intentions aside, Sadie will always be an embarrassment to Simon. That's it. Engagement off!
Simon is in charge and he has other ideas. But will Sadie's mother be their undoing? Can Sadie reconcile her past with her future?
This love story includes spanking an adult woman, explicit sex scenes and more. If such material offends you, please do not read this book.

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Excerpt

Simon stood and put his champagne flute on the table. His lips twitched, as if he was fighting a smile. “Let me guess when you started having these doubts. I’d pin them as starting about a week ago, maybe the day you drove out to the airport and picked up your mother?”
Without meeting his eyes, I took his outstretched hand let him help me to my feet. He’d pegged the moment precisely. I was lifting Mom’s suitcase off the carousel when she made the first jibe. She looked over my shoulder as if searching for someone.
With a lift of her chin she taunted, “Where is the legendary Simon Jacobson? Is he too busy to welcome me himself?”
To the outside world, Mom acted as though she admired Simon. She complimented how well he treated me, how lovely his house was, how generously he treated his guests. When it was just the two of us she cracked critical, undermining comments that bit like a thousand beestings.
She said things like, “Simon’s friends live in a different world. You can’t have him without them and they speak a foreign tongue.”
With a skill perfected over my lifetime, Mom eroded my confidence that someone like him could love someone like me, and that the rest of world would accept us. Her week-long campaign to make me question my future with Simon was a resounding success. The more time I spent in the company of his friends that weekend, the less I believed that I would ever belong there.
Now it was just Simon and me, a lazy Sunday afternoon, and an engagement to cancel.
I breathed in the soft savory smell of him standing in front of me. His hand was warm and strong as he held mine. He lifted my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “I asked you a question: did you start having second thoughts as a result of your mother’s visit?”
I turned away.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He kissed me on the cheek. “I think we need to discuss this. With you over my knee.”
Thank you Libby.  Now for Adrienne......




 
The Cardinal’s Whores
Adrienne Blake
8/12/16
Blurb:

Blackmail, betrayal, and bedroom lust are standard fare in the court of Henry the Eighth. Joan Larke has heard all her young life that this is so, but she is completely unprepared to be dragged into the midst of it. Dragged she is, though, when the beautiful girl falls into the hands of the powerful and power hungry Thomas Wolsey, cardinal, confidant, and finally lord chamberlain to the king.

Wolsey knows how many secrets are passed in the bedchamber, and shamelessly enlists any woman who comes within his influence as his spy. He turns her, under duress, into a whore who brings him information from her pillow talk with the movers and shakers of the early 16th century. But he needs love, too, and he keeps Joan to himself—for a time.

When Joan finds herself no longer wanted and in peril of spending the rest of her life in a nunnery, she turns to Lady Anne Boleyn, who is rapidly supplanting Queen Catherine in Henry’s affections. But treachery is a two-edged sword, and the betrayer often becomes the betrayed in the shadowy world of Tudor court intrigue.

Although Joan has secrets of her own she can trade, in the end, she can do nothing but watch and tremble as the cardinal and the would-be queen battle behind the scenes for the love of their king, and to keep from winding up under the axe, as so many did in those dark days.

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His touch was electric, but the thrill was tinged with fear. She was not as comely as once she was and she was afraid to undress fully in front of such a beautiful man. What would he think of her? But those kisses were so sweet, his attentions so tender. The bloom of passion kindled within her mind smothered her fear, and as his hand rose higher along her leg, she chose not to restrain him, preferring to live in the moment and leave tomorrow to look after itself.

His hand soon reached the top of her thighs, and as he caressed her there, she was pressed gently down onto the couch. She did not resist him, though she trembled every inch of the way. Yet it was a sweet fear, and her greatest fear of all was that he would stop and think better of what he was doing. But he did not stop. She sensed his need was as great as her own, and his adept fingers teased and played with her, turning her desert into a honeyed oasis, while his mouth kissed the orbs of her bosom, releasing her nipples from her corset, and sucking her so hard she thought she would cry out.

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Wednesday, October 12, 2016

#WIPITUPWEDNESDAY    #SPANKING     #BDSM      #MENAGE  #VIRGINIABLUEBLODDS



I've returned to WIP It Up Wednesday for the last installment on my scene from BOUND BY TWO.  Release date for this Virginia Bluebloods Christmas novella is December 7th!



Now, where were we?  Yes, I believe we left off here:


He returned to his treasure, liking her taste, her lust and her.  Using two fingers, he probed deep into her damp pussy, the tight clutch of her slick walls making it difficult to pull back.  And just how fucking awesome was that?  He caught the next spate of moisture on his tongue when he found that special spot each woman had.  Her startled cry, as if she’d never experienced such pleasure, added to his curiosity about her.  She was old enough to have had several lovers.  Why did he get the sense these sensations were new to her?
Shoving that curious thought aside for now, he worked his fingers in and out as he licked her core and, every once in a while, gifted her with a slow glide over her taut, swollen bundle of nerves.  She tightened her soft thighs around his head, increased her hip thrusts against his mouth and kept up a litany of soft, frustrated groans, but she didn’t beg him to stop or hurry.  He doubted she knew that was what he was waiting for, so he kept at her, stroking, licking, sucking.
The exalted pleasure sweeping her from head to toe was already more than she had felt before, yet Dani continued to teeter on the cusp of something bigger, something Dale refused to give her.  She struggled again to release her hands, wanting to clasp his head and hold him in place, but her top kept her trapped as securely as Eli’s hand.  A sob escaped when he lashed her clit once, twice, three times, then retreated right before those tiny pulses could erupt into something…..more.
Eli released her breasts to take her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and twist, giving her a hint what to do to get what she wanted.  “Tell him, Dani.  You want it, tell him.”
“What?  Doesn’t he know?”  She found that hard to believe and his amused chuckle confirmed that wasn’t the case.
“Oh, he knows, but he wants to hear it from you.”
Oh, God, could she?   Then again, what choice did she have if she not only wanted to end this tortuously slow build-up, but to discover where it could lead? 
“Remember to address him properly,” Eli reminded her.  “You don’t want him to stop as a reprimand, do you?”
“No!”  Her exclamation was met with more chuckles from both of them and, if she wasn’t mistaken, a few others.  Ignoring everything but that pinnacle hovering just out of her reach, she sucked in a deep breath and managed to say, “Sir, please,” before she faltered.
Since Dale was close to his breaking point, he’d take what he could get, for now.  Pulling his slick coated fingers from the hot furnace of her pussy, he reached behind her and clasped her buttocks, holding her still for his onslaught.  Wrapping his lips around her swollen tissue, he suckled with strong pulls followed by tongue lashing followed by a sharp nip that set her off like a firecracker. 
Dani screamed as she burst apart from the mind boggling, intense pleasure he unleashed on her unsuspecting body and mind.  Colored lights exploded behind her closed lids as the ecstasy fragmented her into a million pieces.  How long he kept at her, how many times he drove her up she had no idea.  She only knew if this was an example of what she’d been missing out on, no matter the outcome of her marriage, she wouldn’t be returning to her old ways.


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Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Tuesday Guest Blog:  Summer Graystone is visiting today, sharing a glimpse at her title, BAILEY'S LITTLE ADVENTURE.  Thanks for stopping by, Summer!



Blurb:

Even though she is an adult with a full-time job, Bailey loves role-playing as daddy’s naughty little girl. Nothing is more fun than dressing like a teen and teasing her husband, who is always ready to punish her properly before pleasuring her more than she would have thought possible. When she discovers that he would like to tie her up so that she is completely vulnerable and at his mercy, she trusts him to keep her safe, even when he pushes her past her comfort zone.



But Bailey’s perfectionism makes her insecure about their relationship, and when she makes a mistake that disappoints her daddy she panics and wonders if she could lose him forever. Can he prove to Bailey that even when things get really hard, he will always be there for his little girl with the love, guidance, and discipline she needs?



Publisher’s Note: Bailey’s Little Adventure contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. This book is also available as part of a five-book collection entitled Little Haven.



Excerpt

“Take off your bra, Bailey.” His voice had gone soft and hypnotic. My hands trembled as I reached behind me and undid the clasp on my bra. The straps slipped off my shoulders, and I let it fall to the floor.

“You’re so beautiful…” Ian knelt in front of me, his eyes roaming over my exposed breasts. I was pretty sure we were out of my role-playing and into his thing now, and I sat still, waiting for whatever he wanted… or needed… to do.

He held the ice cube out, water dripping on his knee. With infinite slowness he touched the ice cube to my nipple. I jerked away, and Ian looked up at me.

“Sit still, Bailey. I don’t want to have to tie you up.” His voice dropped even lower. “Unless you want me to?”

I shook my head. I knew I was in trouble and deserved to be punished. I know when we do the bondage sessions, it is always amazing; I just wasn’t sure I wanted to be restrained when he was using all the ice on me.

“Then sit still. And don’t talk, unless I ask you a question. You’re under obedience.”

He brought the ice cube back against my breast, circling my nipple, but not quite touching it. For a second I couldn’t tell what it felt like. It was painful, and I thought I wanted him to stop, but I knew I couldn’t ask for that.

I gritted my teeth as he ran the ice cube in smaller and smaller circles, teasing, flirting, grazing my hardened nipple. I knew it would be intense and I was right.

When he touched the ice to my puckered nipple, I cried out, grabbing his wrist. He looked up at me, one eyebrow raised.

“Let go, Bailey.” He held my eyes, waiting patiently until I reluctantly let go of his wrist. “Hang on to the edge of the chair. Don’t let go. If you do, I’ll find something else to do with you.”

I was breathing hard, but I did as he asked, grabbing the edge of the kitchen chair. Ian smiled, then went back to his patient task, making slow circles again, starting the whole thing over. My only hope was the ice cube would melt.

He ran the ice cube across my nipple again, and I bit my lip. It was intense, but almost instantly he pulled the ice away. Before I could even process what I felt, he leaned forward, licking my nipple. My body reacted to the familiar, arching against him, but before I could even enjoy the feeling, he pulled away. The ice cube came back, rubbing against my now-softened nipple.

He kept switching, rubbing the ice cube over my nipple, pulling it away, then sucking my nipple into his mouth. He moved between my breasts, kissing and sucking me, then rubbing my nipples with the ice.

I’d spread my legs, an open invitation, aching for his touch somewhere besides my breasts. I knew he was aroused. There was no way I could miss his erection tenting the front of his sweats.

I was gripping the chair so hard my knuckles were white. As much as I wanted to be touched, I wanted to touch Ian.

But I knew he had the patience and self-control to keep this up far longer than I could stand. He knew this, and it was something he exploited.

By the time the cube melted, I was gasping, shaking, and so totally aroused I could barely hold still.

Finally he sat back on his heels, hands resting on my knees, looking up at me. “Did you like that, Bailey?”

“Yes.” My voice was a breathless whisper.

“Do you want me to do that again?”

I shook my head. “No. I want…” I bit back what I was going to say. Part of obeying him during times like these meant that I could only say yes or no. It was hard for me, and no matter how hard I tried, I usually broke obedience.

He raised an eyebrow. “What do you want?”



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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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