MIAMI MASTERS

Monday, June 26, 2017

One of my favorite authors, PK Corey visits with a glance at her newest release, BECOMING FAMILY. 




Before they can become family, Jenny must learn what that word means.



Blurb:

Against overwhelming odds, Jenny and Cal are together and happy. Their love is strong, but before they can become family Jenny needs to learn what that word means. Jenny has no background in the real meaning of "family" but when Cal wants her to meet his and get to know hers, she knows the time has come. The difference in the two families is wide and jarring. Jenny has a lot to learn, but then so does Cal. When he meets her family, he discovers that the word family doesn't always mean the same thing to all people.

Jenny’s mother has planned a future for her daughter that does not include someone as ordinary as Cal Bennet. What could this small-town hick with no money and no connections do for her? How far will her mother go to see that Jenny accepts a life of high society and prestige? Will these two lovers come to an understanding of what their family will look like?



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Excerpt 1:



“How about a striptease?”

“A striptease!” Jenny laughed. But with a shrug, she dug out her phone and found appropriate music.

Cal’s eyes widened as she began – damn, had she been practicing or something? Discarding her clothes in a most elegant and sensuous way, Cal wouldn’t have looked away for a million dollars.

Stopping with only her thong on Jenny crawled up on the bed and gave Cal a kiss that made him feel like he was about to embarrass himself. He quickly undressed before sitting back on the bed and leaning back against the headboard once more. Taking a deep breath, he pulled her across his lap, shifting a little to accommodate his erection.

“Stop it, what’s going on?” Jenny asked trying to pull away.

“Nothing,” Cal told her beginning to rub her ass. “I did tell you that you had a spanking coming for trying to talk me out of going to see the folks and giving me a very uncomfortable ride over there.”

“Cal, don’t you dare! You know I was teasing. You can’t spank me for that. Let me go!” Jenny told him angrily.

“Jenny honey, you need to see that there is nothing bad about most spankings.” Cal spanked her ass gently. “Some spankings are just for fun, some are to reconnect, some to release stress. They’re tons of reasons for me to spank this beautiful ass. And I think you’ll like most of them.”

Jenny was still tense but stopped struggling. “I don’t like being in this position, it’s embarrassing.”

“It’s beautiful,” Cal countered.

Nice excerpt, Corey-thank you! 

Friday, June 23, 2017

#Satspanks    #Newrelease  #BDSM   #spanking    #eroticromance    #BJWane


Welcome to another week of sizzling Saturday Spankings.  Today I'm sharing a few lines from my new release, RYDER, MURDER ON MAGNOLIA ISLAND, BOOK 3.  If you've been waiting to start the trilogy until all three books were out, now's your chance to get LOGAN, book one for just $.99! 



She desired him for two years, but never imagined the depths he could take her to.  Was it just sex, or would a killer’s threat prove it was much more?

BLURB:
Jada Michaels had been lusting after Detective Ryder Lemaster for two years, but failed to get more than a passing nod from him at the police station. Then an opportunity arises to further her career by investigating the murder case of a friend of Ryder’s on the sly. After he tries to dissuade her by making a bet and losing, Jada agrees to let Ryder tutor her in sexual submissiveness in order to attend a private party with all the suspects invited as guests.
Ryder had struggled against his attraction to Jada because he could’ve sworn the IT technician didn’t possess a submissive bone in her sleek, well-toned body. To his astonishment, and hers, she responded without fail to every hard slap and every dominate sexual demand. But after losing his wife to cancer, he swore off relationships and refused to let his need for Jada go any further than their short foray into the investigation. It took seeing another man come on to her and a risk to her life to open his eyes to what had been right before him all along.
As the murderer is revealed and secrets on Magnolia Island unearthed, the Lemaster men and their women have come to grips with the betrayals surrounding them.
DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, and explicit sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
My eight sentence snippet:
“All you have to do is put your hands down and we’ll end this.”  He caressed her quivering buttocks. 
“You mean end my only chance to prove myself.  Forget it, do your worst.”
“Oh, it’s not smart to bait an enraged tiger, sweetheart.  Lucky for you, my worst can’t be performed out here.  But this can.” 

     Ryder cracked his palm against her right buttock then squeezed the offending mark before delivering a blistering slap on the left, her small cry echoing down the dark back street making Jada cringe.  The quick flare of heat encompassing her cheeks morphed into the sweetest pulse of pleasure she could ever recall feeling.

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Tuesday, June 20, 2017

                     LAURA'S LONGING

                     BY JESSICA BRAND

                                   
                                Where is the line between pain and pleasure?
Blurb:
A story of love and exploration. Laura is the quintessential all American small town girl, the vivacious cheerleader who is saving herself for the love of her life. Unfortunately the love of her life is the bad boy in town. Young love being what it is, she finally decides he’s the one to make her a woman and she develops a plan for her fairytale outcome. Unfortunately her fairytale turns into a horror story when she finds her beau, in flagrante delicto with another girl bent over the kitchen table.

In her anger and her grief she seeks solace from her closest girlfriend and after purging some of her pent up lust in the arms of her friend she decides the town is not big enough for all of them and moves to the city to make a new life. Accepting an offer of accommodation in Denver from a mysterious woman a few years older than herself, Laura soon discovers activities taking place in her host’s basement studio that defy Laura’s comprehension. Initially shocked at what she witnesses, her shock turns to arousal as she watches erotic games involving activities she had no idea were possible.

Determined to explore further, she convinces her host introduce her to this strange world of bondage and discipline where the lines between pain and pleasure are blurred, where being spanked could be erotic or agonizing, depending on one’s perspective. Her first experience convinces her she needs more and after unexpectedly meeting a new love, sets about introducing him to the BDSM netherworld. Ensuring he learns from experience, Laura is finally satisfied as their love is consummated in the erotic confines of her housemate’s dungeon.

Laura's Longing is not for the faint hearted as it takes the reader into the highly erotic world of consensual BDSM.



Excerpts:
One
Laura looked up, not moving. Frankie met her gaze and slipped around beside her, bending over and slipping her hand between Laura's unresisting thighs. She continued to look at Laura as her finger slipped deep inside her, causing Laura to gasp before moaning in pleasure.
"He has never been able to do that so easily," she said, the surprise obvious in her voice.
"I know," Frankie replied soothingly. "He would still be fumbling about at this point, wondering how he was going to slip his cock in there. Your feelings would not even be coming into it. Now, slide forward for me."
Laura complied before Frankie moved around in front of her, leaving her finger inside as she knelt between Laura's splayed legs. As Frankie moved, Laura felt the movement of her finger inside her slick sex and knew the sensations she felt were no accident. Her friend knew exactly what she was doing.
"Now close your eyes and enjoy the ride." As soon as she spoke she used her fingers to open Laura's labia. Her tongue then darted in and out of Laura's glistening sex, barely touching her but eliciting instant moans of pleasure.


Author Bio:

     Jessica Brand is a pseudonym for a writer based in Sydney, Australia. She has a number of books published under different pen names, all of them containing elements of BDSM, power and control. Much of what she writes about comes from her experience over many years both as a Dominant and as a submissive and as her stories unfold you will find yourself "living" the scene. 

If power and sexual control are not your thing, it might be better to seek your reading enjoyment elsewhere. 

How did you become a writer? I have harbored an urge to be a writer for many years, figuring I could write as well as many published authors but never having the wherewithal to actually see a story through to completion. When I finally did, I found that people actually liked it and I have continued ever since.



How many books have you written? Are they all spanking fiction? I now have six published books under two pseudonyms – Jessica Brand and R. R. Greaves. They all have elements of spanking in them but they tend to be more into BDSM, power and control and are quite explicit.



Are you okay in your kink? I embrace my kink. After keeping it repressed for many years, I realized that you only live once. Just about everyone has fantasies and many of them are about things we would not normally share with family and friends. What goes on between two consenting adults is nobody else’s business and hence the biggest decision should revolve around whether one wants to act out their fantasy or whether they want to keep it in their mind. Once that decision has been made, it’s easy.



Where do you find inspiration for your stories? When you write, do you ever model any characters after actual people? My inspiration comes from my own fantasies and experiences then I weave them into a story that, hopefully people can relate to. I want people to read my stories and be able to imagine themselves in the thick of the action – either as the dominant character or as the submissive. Some but not all of my characters are modelled on real people I’ve met and played with.

Monday, June 19, 2017

RYDER, MURDER ON MAGNOLIA ISLAND, BOOK 3 - COVER REVEAL & RELEASE DAY

For those of you anxiously awaiting book 3 and the conclusion of my murder mystery erotic trilogy - it'll be out this Friday, June 23rd!  Those of you who don't like cliff-hangar endings and were waiting to start the series until all three were available, be sure to get LOGAN, book 1now while the price is still $2.99.

  
She desired him for two years, but never imagined the depths he could take her to.  Was it just sex, or would a killer’s threat prove it was much more?

Here's a sneak peak to tide you over until Friday.

BLURB:
Jada Michaels had been lusting after Detective Ryder Lemaster for two years, but failed to get more than a passing nod from him at the police station. Then an opportunity arises to further her career by investigating the murder case of a friend of Ryder’s on the sly. After he tries to dissuade her by making a bet and losing, Jada agrees to let Ryder tutor her in sexual submissiveness in order to attend a private party with all the suspects invited as guests.
Ryder had struggled against his attraction to Jada because he could’ve sworn the IT technician didn’t possess a submissive bone in her sleek, well-toned body. To his astonishment, and hers, she responded without fail to every hard slap and every dominate sexual demand. But after losing his wife to cancer, he swore off relationships and refused to let his need for Jada go any further than their short foray into the investigation. It took seeing another man come on to her and a risk to her life to open his eyes to what had been right before him all along.
As the murderer is revealed and secrets on Magnolia Island unearthed, the Lemaster men and their women have come to grips with the betrayals surrounding them.
DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, and explicit sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
EXCERPT

Jada huffed out a breath as she tried to still her pounding heart and the sudden spike of her pulse.  Shaking off the stab of irritation at Ryder’s sudden appearance was easy compared to getting her body’s reaction to seeing him dressed in nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants under control.  Damn the man and her traitorous libido.  A prickle of awareness from eying that wide, sculpted chest, bulging arms and the sexy peek of underarm hair shivered through her despite the sweat rolling down her spine to pool at her lower back.  The light sprinkling of chest hair curling around flat, brown nipples made her mouth water and her nipples pucker as she imagined those springy curls tickling their sensitive peaks.
Cocking her head, Jada regarded Ryder, and his offer, for a full, silent minute, damned him for his patience, then caved to the aching desire to spend time with him.  “Okay, thanks.”  Giving free rein to the built-up frustrations of the past few weeks, she let go on the punching bag, whipping her arms back and forth in rapid succession, all the while, acutely aware of his unwavering, intent gaze. 
“I talked to the lab today.”
Her eyes flew to his, gauging his face as the implication of that simple statement sank in.  “That so?” she puffed, shifting her gaze back to the bag she was abusing. 
“Yep, that’s so.  I understand, Jada, I really do, but don’t get involved.”
Jada paused a moment, her breath coming in pants as she glared at him.  “Why?  It’s not like I have authority to do anything with evidence except follow through with a cursory check.”
“Even that could draw the attention of this perp, and whoever it is already has eyes on Chloe Markham, who’s hooked up with Hunter, and Melanie Barnes, my cousin, Logan’s, girl who overheard a damning conversation a few weeks ago.”
She let loose with another volley of punches, saying, “Did you report that conversation to Combs?”
“Yes.  Melanie wrote down every word and I turned it in.”  Ryder blew out an exaggerated breath.  “He didn’t share that with you, I take it.”
“No.”  Jada followed her short answer with a swift side kick to the bag that shoved Ryder back a step.  His low grunt would’ve amused her if she weren’t so pissed. 
“Hey, don’t take it out on me, I didn’t do it,” he complained with a mock glare.
“No, you just made sure you didn’t get saddled with me when I put in my request for Homicide.”  That still hurt, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that.  “I’m surprised you’d let a simple kiss dictate to you that way,” Jada taunted, some perverse part of her wanting to get under his skin the way he’d always gotten under hers.
Instead of rising to the bait, Ryder tightened his jaw and stepped to move around her, she presumed to walk away like always.  Her frustration bubbled over and, without thinking, she spun and tripped him to the mat by knocking one leg out from under him.  He may have a foot in height and a hundred pounds on her, but she had the agility of her small frame and surprise on her side.
Ryder flipped to his feet, the look in his glittering eyes forcing her to take a step back.  “Now look who’s retreating,” it was his turn to taunt.  “You want to take me on, sweetheart?”  With a curl of his fingers, he beckoned Jada back onto the mat.  “Come on.  Here’s your chance.”
“You want to spar with me, detective?”  Her pulse leaped with excitement at the prospect.  “You’re on.”  She wouldn’t pass up a chance to grapple with that body for anything in the world.
“And if I take you down, you’ll drop any plans of looking into the Baker case on your own.”
“Agreed.  But if I take you down, you agree not to interfere in my unauthorized snooping, and to keep it to yourself,” she countered. 
Oh, he really didn’t like that, Jada mused with inner glee as she approached him.  Then he came at her and it took all her concentration to remain on her two feet.  He was good, but she gave him a workout.  She sidestepped his first attempt to take her down with a lower leg kick, but he managed to get her in a chokehold.  With a twist and turn, she flipped him around, freeing herself but leaving him standing.  Panting, she smiled, enjoying the adrenaline rush of touching his bare skin, feeling those rippling muscles under her hands and his hot breath on her neck, hearing his low laugh then biting curses when she continued to maneuver out of his holds.
Ryder didn’t know when he’d enjoyed a match more, but when he realized he was holding back just to get the chance to feel those soft breasts pressing against him again, those long legs wrapping around his one more time and see that infectious grin that lit up her dark eyes, he cursed his idiocy.  He needed to get out of there, away from her before he did something really stupid, like kiss her again.  Taking a deep breath, he issued a fast spin, took her off balance then wrapped an arm around her waist to take her down.  Pinning her beneath him, he felt the impact of having that compact body bucking under him.  Heat suffused his body and sent blood flowing hotly through his veins.
“Give up.  I won,” he demanded before he lost his fucking mind.  Her sudden stillness should have warned him, as Jada never just gave in.  The grip of her slender hand around his cock sent a sizzling, electric jolt through his unsuspecting senses, turning his semi-erection into a full-blown hard on.  Without conscious thought, he thrust against her hand right before the room suddenly spun as she took advantage of that distracting maneuver and reversed their positions while maintaining her hold. 
Jada squeezed his thick, pulsing flesh through the thin sweats, her grin undoing Ryder almost as much as her touch.  “We’re tied, detective, so I’m trusting you to back off.”
She jumped to her feet, leaving Ryder lying there, bemused and horny as she sauntered out of the gym without looking back.  Damned if the little minx hadn’t just turned the tables on him.  “Fuck me for a frigging fool,” he muttered to the now empty room as he rolled to his feet.  Striding back over to the punching bag, he skipped donning gloves and let loose on the unsuspecting object.  By the time he finished, his knuckles throbbed right along with his cock.  He headed to the showers more worried about Jada’s determination to embroil herself further in this case than in relieving his aches and pains from his losing efforts to deter her from that path.



Wednesday, June 14, 2017

            SUBMISSION AT THE TOWER

                BY FELICITY BRANDON



Contemporary BDSM Romance, Spanking Romance. – c. 64, 000 words.

#BDSMRomance #SpankingRomance #EroticRomance



Blurb:

"This is not a love story. This is the story of the hunger inside of me which must be fed before it consumes me entirely…"

After a chance encounter with a handsome stranger introduces her to The Tower, an institution that trains women in submission, Janie McClusky is irresistibly drawn to the place. But admittance comes at a price, and soon enough Janie is utterly bare and fully on display, blushing crimson as the men at The Tower thoroughly explore her body, bringing her pain, pleasure, and shame as they see fit.

As Janie’s training begins, there is one man among the group who seems to know her own needs better than she does, and before long she finds herself yearning and even begging for his touch. But if she relinquishes control completely to this captivating stranger and allows him to break down her remaining defences, will there be any coming back at all?

Publisher’s Note: Submission at The Tower is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive BDSM content, exhibitionism, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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Author Bio:

Amazon #1 international best-seller of the salacious, erotic & romantic.
Golden Flogger Finalist 2016, Spanking Romance Reviews runner-up.
#BDSM, #spanking, #submission.
Wicked Pen Writer with Mr. Blackthorne.
18+ My books contain explicit material and scenes of intense D/s sex.



Excerpt:



A thunderous round of applause fills the air. The sound is so loud that it almost deafens me and a bizarre moment of panic collects in my throat. Now I want out - out of this wooden contraption and away from this public scene. I pull futilely on my trapped limbs and try to get Shaw’s attention over the growing din in the hall.

“Sir?”

I try to shout, but even to my own ears my voice doesn’t travel far enough for him to hear me. Being at this angle means that I am effectively shouting down to the floor. Fear and frustration fill me. Where is Shaw? What if he’s wandered off into the crowd and has left me here? Knowing I can’t shift my arms and head, I try my legs instead and begin stamping my feet as hard as I can. I am desperate for his attention and desperate to be out of here! In the midst of my perturbed anxiety, there is only one word left that I can think to shout:

“Avocado!”

Within an instant Shaw’s legs are there – right in front of me – and he is back crouching down at my face. I don’t wait for him to speak.

“Sir, please,” I beg him. “Please get me out of here now!”

“Of course, little one,” he soothes, “don’t panic, Janie. Breathe… I’ll have you out in just a moment.”

He rises again and those long legs disappear to my right. I soon feel the weight of the wood rising above my head. It’s literally like a substantial burden is lifted from me and yet for some reason I am reluctant to move. It seems ridiculous but it’s as though the stocks have become something of a safety net around me and now – without their support - I feel doubly exposed and humiliated.

Shaw’s body presses into my legs from behind me. His taut body leans in close and spoons me as he reaches up and slides an arm over each of my own. I wince audibly at the sudden hurt I feel as his body presses into my sore behind, but am so enriched by the close contact that I push the pain away. Then his hot breath is on the back of my neck and I hear him. This time his words are like nourishment to my starving body.

“It’s okay, Janie, I’m here… I’m right here.”

He kisses the back of my shoulder and my eyes close reflexively. Such a tender interlude is utterly unexpected at this moment.

“I need you to lift yourself out of the stocks now, little one. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, sir,” I murmur, although the words do not seem to come out.

I brace myself and using whatever will I have remaining, I raise my head from the wooden block. The movement is tentative at first and then surreal. My head feels so heavy and the ache in the neck is once again overwhelming. As I rise I feel Shaw removing my wrists from their prisons and drawing my arms gently back into my body. Then he wraps himself around me like a warm cocoon and holds me. For a long moment there is nothing further. I exist only in this instant, wrapped up in Shaw’s enticing scent and body heat.

“Well done, little one,” he whispers into my right ear as he caresses the length of my shin with his hand. “You were splendid in those stocks.”

I close my eyes and feel his soft kisses on my neck. I have become a bubble of contentment in his arms and genuinely nothing else matters to me at this moment. My life before this day feels like something I read once in a novel. I remember the plot, but the details are sketchy. I rest my aching neck back against him. Shaw shifts his weight backwards and manoeuvres my body so that his left arm slips underneath my knees and his right one supports my back.

I’m aware that he is lifting me from the floor. I know I am safe in his arms and on some level I couldn’t care less where he is taking me, so long as we’re together. Still the movement is unnerving, so I open my eyes a little to see what is happening. We are already down from the platform and Shaw is stalking across the hall. From this vantage I finally get to absorb the stunning d├ęcor of the place. So long the focus of the room, I am amazed to see the grandiose furnishings around us. Magnificent looking golden drapes hang from the floor length windows just ahead of us, framing a number of gold and burgundy chaise-lounges. Most are occupied with suited men and nude, kneeling women. The sumptuousness reminds me of something you might see in a palace. I try not to look around me, but instead keep my eyes in the direction Shaw is taking us. I snuggle into his heat and take deep breaths into his shirt, inhaling him as though Shaw himself has become the oxygen I need to live.


I love that scene!  Thanks for sharing today, Felicity.

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Jaye Peaches joins me today, and just reading through the excerpts of her book, CAPTIVATED, had me squirming in my seat.  I can't wait to read more, Jaye-thanks for sharing.




An ordinary woman wakes up in an extraordinary marriage.



Title:  Captivated

Author: Jaye Peaches

Genre:  Contemporary, D/s Erotic Romance, Paranormal

Release date: 18 March 2017


Blurb:

Waking up in an unfamiliar bed in a room she doesn’t recognize is disturbing enough, but Anna Hadley becomes truly alarmed when she looks into the mirror and sees the face of another woman staring back at her.



Her confusion intensifies when a man—who apparently believes she is his wife—suddenly knocks on the door and scolds her for spending so much time by herself in the bedroom. To top it all off, it quickly becomes clear that the man has some very specific, very old-fashioned ideas regarding the proper way a husband should deal with a disobedient bride.



In spite of everything, the threat of having her bottom bared for a sound spanking arouses Anna deeply, and even as she searches for clues that might explain what happened to her, she cannot help becoming more and more attracted to her supposed husband.



It isn’t long before she earns herself a punishment, and when he reddens her backside and then takes her hard and thoroughly she is left spent and satisfied. But knowing she could find herself back in her own body at any moment, can she dare to fall in love?



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



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Excerpt (18+)



“A month of getting to know you, Anna. Just you and me.”

“I’d like that,” she said softly and she traced the leather stitching with her trembling finger.

The engine purred and David settled into his seat. “Now, as I drive you home, why not relax. Lift up your skirt, take down your panties, and masturbate.”

Her head snapped around. “What?”

“You heard me.”

She stared out of the window at the traffic and pedestrians, battling the flurry of nerves his preposterous idea had concocted. “No,” she giggled half-heartedly. “This is a joke.”

“No joke.” He flicked on the radio to a jazz station. “Forget about your worries, Anna. Come for me. Go on.”

The music danced around the sports car and drowned out the noise of the street.

“Would you order Henrietta to do this?” she asked.

“No. I’m not ordering anyone. I’m asking you to do something that you need to do. Let out those frustrations.”

How the hell did he know what she wanted? Only yesterday, he thought she was somebody else. “You’re very sure of this need in me.”

“Would you like me to say it again?” The car pulled up at a junction and he turned to face her. His eyes were shining brightly and he gently drummed his fingers on the wheel.

She swallowed the lump in her throat. God, please ask me again. She wanted his dominating voice oozing into her ear and making her buzz all over.

“Anna. The skirt up, panties down, and part your legs. Fuck yourself until you come or do you want me to drive down some secluded road, drag you over my lap, and spank you?”





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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