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May 6, 2019
Alyssa Bailey has a new installment in her popular Cian O'Connor series!  FREEING MOLLY will once again have fans rooting for this couple as Cian sets out to show his girl running away from problems is not an option in his household.

When things fall apart...it takes the firm hand of love to set things right.


Blurb:

When tragedy hits engaged couple, Molly Rasher and Cián O’Connor, things turn upside down. Molly decides to spend time alone telling neither her family nor Cián where she is or how she is fairing. When the police call for someone to retrieve Molly, she is in desperate need of loving care both tender and strict.

Cián is devastated and irritated with his girl. She is running from her life instead of asking for his help. Finding her is not as difficult as freeing her from the demons in her head, but he is determined nothing will get in his way, not even his girl. He will convince Molly she needs him as much as he needs her and that he will take all comers to keep her safe as they rebuild their life and try to move forward.


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Excerpt:  

Molly lay naked, her breasts heaving from anticipation as she waited for her lover. Cián emptied his pockets in the bowl on the built-in shelving unit and with great intent, removed his computerized wrist watch, and then his belt. The swishing as the wide leather slid free of its binding loops, called to her unvoiced craving for his dominance. Molly studied his every move, her belly a riot of activity in response to his slow, meticulous movements.

She reached to touch her clit and Cián, without so much as a change of inflection, said, “If you touch your kitty, I will have to punish you and it will be a long time before I let you come, a peata. Don’t be naughty.”

“You called me pet? Does that mean you’re going to play with me? Then please hurry. I’m dying here. I’m going to expire from want.”

“Expire from want?” Cián chuckled. “My, your turn of phrase has gotten exotic in the last two months.”

“Please, Cián, don’t torture me.”

“Patience. Something you have never been good at practicing. We’re going to work on that, aren’t we?”

“I promise, but just not this time. It’s been so long.”

Cián said nothing but continued to remove his shirt, one button at a time while Molly wiggled and squeezed her legs together to find some relief.

“Molly Susanne, if you don’t stop, you’ll earn a spanking before I play and refuse your orgasm. I’m asserting my dominance here, but I want to do it while firing all your rockets, so this is your last warning to practice patience and obedience. Because of that, we are using some protocol today, a ghrá.”

“Sir… okay, sir but if you genuinely love me you will hurry. Sir.”

Cián continued to undress by pulling his tee shirt off and bending down to remove his shoes. Molly was almost coming from the anticipation. She knew that’s what he wanted, for her to sweat. He loved to make her so antsy and needy that all he had to do was touch her and her fireworks began. Finally, his shoes and jeans were off, but he left his briefs on. The swelled package was easy to see, and she felt her mouth salivate at the thought of taking him, inhaling his muskiness, rolling her tongue around his manhood but that didn’t seem to be what Cián wanted right now. No, he wanted to kill her with that stupid patience he said she didn’t display often enough.

The mattress dipped and Cián was beside her. “All the toys are packed but I think I have plenty with what mother nature provided. Do I need to use my belt to tie your hands?”

“No. I can deal with it.”

“That’s my girl.” He dropped a light kiss on her waiting lips.

“Well, maybe you don’t need toys anyway.

“Or maybe we need them more.” She couldn’t control her wiggle as his gaze slid lazily over her face, her breasts, her nipples, causing heat to race up her back.

“I need to reacquaint myself with your beautiful body. It has changed in the last two months. I’m not happy I don’t have a plump bottom to spank but we will remedy that in time.”

“You don’t have to spank me, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Somehow, I doubt that, peata. Now no more talking.”



About Alyssa

USA Today and #1 International best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, lives amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the rainforest on the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.

Alyssa loves writing realistic romance for the naughty in all of us. Writing power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices is a common theme. 

If she can throw a little humor, or suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters predominately live in Regency England, Ireland, and Scotland amongst lords and ladies, in the Contemporary Realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working Cowboys and fiercely romantic Indians. 







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Twitter: @blushingalyssa

Blog/web page:  http://alyssabailey.com/









Also by Alyssa Bailey:







Lords and Little Ladies Series:






Safe and Secure Series:




Clearwater Ranch Series




Lone Wind Series:




Chase Abbey Series:







The O'Connor Series:



Liam & Jocelyn's Story






Ciaran and Katherine's Story






Quinlan and Cheyenne's Story






Kelli and Parker’s Story






Cián and Molly’s Story


Freeing Molly -Dec 2018

Forever Molly- TBA





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Hero to Obey







April 8, 2019

Valerie Ulmer's newest title, JADE is another exciting installment in her Dark Assassins series.  A paranormal, erotic romance, it fulfills the reading preferences of several genres all in one.




[ Blurb ]



Jade never wanted a mate.  She loved being an assassin and she had a family in her fellow assassins, their mates, and little Silas.  She truly had everything she needed.  But when Ghost assigned her to track the same immortals who tried to kill Xander’s family, she couldn’t refuse. 



But the complication arises when Ghost requests she partner with Noah, a human and ex-special forces soldier.  Jade has never worked with a human before, much less one that hated her from the moment he laid eyes on her.  But she was a professional and if she could play a part in destroying the immortals who threatened her family, she could accept the human.  If only she knew how to fight her attraction to him.





All Noah Hale wanted was to kill the immortals who lured his best friend and fellow ex-Navy SEAL to his death.  He had no desire to be teamed with a beautiful tracker who mesmerized him the moment she turned her emerald eyes his way.  But in order to stop other soldiers from pursuing the same fate, he needed to swallow his pride and work with a group of immortals he didn’t trust.



As Jade and Noah track the group of shifters through the mountains of Colorado, the danger lurking around every corner threatens everything they both hold close.  Will they be able to find a way through, together?



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[ Excerpt ]



Jade caught a scent of a human as she entered the fourteen-story building in downtown Snowfall.  It wasn’t just any human scent, but something that made all of her instincts flare.  She knew that she’d never caught this particular scent before, but something told her that this human might be important to her.  She tried to brush it off as quickly as the thought came, but she couldn’t find it coincidental she smelled it in the same steel building owned by Ghost and housed the headquarters of Dark Company.

As she dismissed the fleeting thought of searching for the scent, her heart thumped once, hard, in her chest at the thought of not finding its owner.  She forced herself to walk toward the elevator bank, ignoring the unwanted perusals she received from the men in the lobby.  Even in an unassuming hoodie and black yoga pants, she drew unwanted attention.  A side effect of being an immortal.

The elevator opened as soon as she pressed the up-button and she kept her gaze down as she walked into the elevator.  She entered the code to get to Ghost’s private floor, her movements too quick to be caught by the human eye, before she squeezed into the corner.  Jade used her other senses as three men in suits and two women entered the enclosed space with her.  There was no need to glance at the glass interior that covered the back wall to see what she looked like.

She sensed eyes on her.  Instead of searching out the gaze, she whipped her long, straight dyed black hair into a bun on the back of her head with quick movements before sneaking her hands into the front pockets of her hoodie.

Jade waited patiently as the car traveled toward the penthouse, her ultimate destination, but she couldn’t help but try to find the intriguing scent from earlier.

After my meeting.

All she knew was he hadn’t used the particular elevator she was in and the higher the lift took her in the building, the more his scent dissipated.

In her entire existence, or what she remembered of it, she’d never been attracted to…anyone.  She’d never felt the pull to find someone either.  But lately, she’d felt increasingly restless whenever she had any downtime and her skin tingled in a way that had nothing to do with signaling immediate danger.  It was as though her body tried to convey something she didn’t understand.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a man who had gotten into the elevator with her on the first floor stepped into her personal space.

“Hey, beautiful?”

Jade rolled her eyes and raised her head to glare at the man.  Of course, he wouldn’t take the hint that she wanted to be left alone.  To emphasize the point, she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, moving away from his intrusion.

The man decided to take this as an invitation and moved to wrap his arm around her waist.  The move gave her a clear shot to his ribs and she took it, gently moving her elbow back and making contact.  She flinched when she heard a distinctive crack, realizing she hadn’t been careful enough.  Before she could apologize, the elevator door opened and he ran off without looking back, holding onto his side.

She sighed.



[About Author ]



Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary M/F and M/M erotic romances. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She's addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character-driven romances.



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March 27, 2019
A new medieval romance from Daryl Devore!  BRONWYN'S LOVE is an erotic romance fans of historical reads will fall in love with.

 
Blurb

Daryl Devoré pens another hot read – the medieval romance -Branwyn’s Love.



The tale of a young woman sold as a courtesan in training. Branwyn arrives in a new land to begin daily lessons in the bewildering art of bedding a man.



The noblewoman chosen to be Prince Malacke’s bride rejects him by bedding his hated rival. Malacke turns his anger towards increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn castle. And he succeeds until his attention is captured by the face of the woman who will be his queen.



Note: This book contains elements of domination, submission, and fetishes. If these concepts disturb you, please do not purchase or read this book. Branwyn’s Love was formerly known as Black Dorn and published by New Dawning.


Excerpt

Note – Gon-dra – means Prince

As Branwyn walked down the passageway, no sounds echoed. Guards snapped to attention as she passed. Someone cried out. Not a cry of grief, but one of bliss. She hurried in the direction she believed it came from. Standing next to a broad door, what she heard caused her to pause. “Gon-Dra. Release into me. More. More! More!”

Branwyn opened the door enough to slip inside. It was a large room, one she had never been in. At the far end, Malacke pounded himself into a screaming dune. She sat in a chair, with her raised legs suspended by straps. He held her roughly by her hair and possessed her with a furious energy. From the doorway, Branwyn could see the sweat rolling off his back.

“No wait, I am not ready to surrender,” the dune called.

“…care not!” he gasped slamming himself into her with such force that the chair moved. “Aaaah!” When his breath returned, he slipped his manhood out of her. As he dressed he said, “Release yourself. It is not the concern of the gon-dra if a dune is pleasured.” He exited by a side door.

The dune struggled to free her legs from their straps. Seed from Malacke dripped from her pleasure hole. Branwyn crossed the room. “You are Sasha?”

The dune nodded.

“Let me finish you. You need releasing.”

Sweat dripped from Sasha’s face. “There.” She pointed to a manhood-shaped object on the floor. “Use it inside me.”

“It is shaped like a swollen man.”

“Yes, it is used when no man is around and you wish to pleasure yourself. Have you not learned?”

Branwyn shook her head.

“Place it in me. Yes, slide it back and forth like a man, were he to be bedding me.” The dune rubbed her clit while she squeezed her nipple. “Harder.”

Fascinated at the motion of the manhood sliding in and out of the dune, Branwyn tried to give her the satisfaction she’d been denied by Malacke. Her groans and the slurping sounds from where her pleasure came from filling the room. The dune demanded more, harder and faster. Branwyn’s arm ached. The dune’s body gave a short convulse. “Oh. Oh. I surrender. I surrender!” Branwyn continued her movements for a moment then slowed. When the dune relaxed, she pulled out the artificial manhood.

Branwyn lowered the dune’s legs and helped her out of the chair.

“I will sleep here.” Sasha dropped to a pillow on the floor.

“No, you need your bed. Can you walk?”

“I do not think so. I feel like I have been torn into two. The gon-dra’s powerful in his thrusts, but he seemed possessed by something this evening. A demon he could not expel.”



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March 22, 2019

Poppy Flynn rounds out this week's wonderful guest posts with her new release, TIES THAT BIND, book 3 in her Club Risqué series.  Each title is a standalone read, but if you haven't given this tantalizing a series a peek yet, now's the time to get book 1, FOOL'S DESIRE for just $.99!



 Blurb

Luanna Morgan has worked hard to brush off the stigma and scandal of being a single teenage mother. These days, she is better known for her calm composure and serene disposition, but despite that, things start to sizzle between Luanna and her company's legal director, Logan Thornton.


Logan might seem like a mild-mannered corporate lawyer, but in BDSM circles, he is better known as Master Baku, the Shibari expert. His dream is to publish a series of artistic poses which incorporate his three loves—Shibari, suspension, and photography, and he has his sights set on Luanna as the model.

But Luanna has led a deliberately quiet and modest life. She knows nothing about bondage or the intricacies of D/s relationships. She's always had to rely on herself, and her current reputation has been hard won. Even if she decides to throw caution to the wind and finally live a little, is there really any room left in Logan's life for yet another love, especially if she can't find it in herself to share the ones he already has?

Logan has Luanna tied up in knots, both literally and figuratively. Is it possible to find a compromise or will circumstances conspire to pull them apart?

Publisher's Note: This steamy romance contains graphic scenes and themes of power exchange. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it.


Excerpt
"I'm going to make love to you, with or without," he told her in a low voice. "But if you really don't like this, I'll free you right now. Just nod to continue, or shake your head, and it's gone."
It was Luanna's turn to take a leap of faith. He'd taken her by surprise, but she didn't hate the sensations already coursing through her heated blood.
Finally, she nodded her head. She saw the lust and also the relief that fired in Logan's eyes, but still, he gave her another out. "Are you certain?"
Luanna nodded again.
Logan closed his eyes and tucked his head into the crook of her neck. Then he sucked at the delicate skin on her collarbone and lifted his head once more. "I won't do anything unexpected," he promised her. "I just want to make love to you like this, give you a little taste of being bound. I want to fasten your wrists to the headboard, too; you okay with that?"
Luanna's breath caught at the thought. It was strangely erotic, and she nodded once again in consent.
Logan was surprised at the slight tremor in his hands as he secured Luanna's bound wrists to the convenient wooden crossbar at the head of the bed. He'd bound a woman hundreds of times in complex and contorted poses, for his sexual and aesthetic enjoyment. But never before had it ever meant as much to him as this simple, improvised act of bondage.
Logan sat back on his haunches and admired his handiwork, makeshift as it was. Luanna looked beautiful, restrained. She would look even more magnificent in his ropes. Just the thought had his cock throbbing. She would suit a colour that was strong, like her. Not red, that would clash with her hair and overpower her pale skin. But still something bold, brighter than black. Purple, perhaps, or yellow. God, he hoped she would allow him to tie and bind her. He could start with something unrestricting and erotic like the karada, or rope dress, to introduce her to the art of Kinbaku. And from there, once she was comfortable, maybe she would permit something more intricate and confining—something that would allow the rope to pose her body, and finally, perhaps she would agree to be suspended, modelled like a ballerina, frozen mid-jump. Eventually, she might even allow him to record those moments for posterity.
The thought had him sucking in a harsh breath, and suddenly, he couldn't keep his hands off her for a moment longer.

Author Bio
Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the 'self-sufficiency' lifestyle.
Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.
Poppy's love of reading and writing stemmed from her parent’s encouragement and the fact that they didn't have a television in the house.
"When you're surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there's a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless."
      
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March 18, 2019
Book three in Felicity Brandon's The Dark Necessities Trilogy is out!  ENTWINED brings Molly and Connor back together in this satisfying end to their tortured saga.


 


Title: Entwined by Felicity Brandon


Series: The Dark Necessities – Book Three
 #DarkRomance #KidnapThriller #Alphamale #Redemption

Buy link: Universal link: viewbook.at/Entwined
Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43518322-entwined


   
Blurb:



Can a monster ever find redemption?

Free from her captor, author Molly Clary finds herself back at home, but she’s just as lost as ever. In the isolation of her new-found freedom, Molly makes a startling revelation; she can no longer function without Connor Reilly. She can’t write without him; she can’t live without him.

The admission leads Molly into the most intense and dangerous chapter of her twisted love affair yet, and by reaching out to Connor again, she must decide if she can really leave her old life behind to venture into the dark and mysterious confines of the organization known only as The Syndicate.

For a couple whose love is built on lust, and fear and submission, there should be no happy ending. But as Molly helps her kidnapper lay his ghosts to rest, the question beckons, can they forge their own brand of happiness regardless? Can Connor finally be delivered into a consensual union with his kitten, and will it be enough to satisfy both of their dark needs?

Buy the captivating conclusion to The Dark Necessities trilogy, and devour this tantalizing finale.



Excerpt:



“Don’t look at me like that,” he told her without looking up from the buttons.

Molly screwed the bedding up in her fists. “Don’t do this!” she implored him for what must be the twentieth time that day. “Please, Master. I don’t like it. I don’t like this, at all.”

“Kitten,” he cooed, pacing toward the bed and falling to his knees beside her. “You’re the reason I’m doing this. You’re the reason I need to do it.”

Molly blinked away the tears which were threatening to fall. “No,” she gasped, as she reached for his shoulder. “If that’s true, then I’m sorry, but I’ve changed my mind. Don’t go…”

She hated how desperate she sounded, but there it was; every word was true. All of her emotions were laid out there. Her heart exposed and vulnerable, just as it had been since the day she’d started to fall for the man who’d captured her.

Connor’s expression melted a little at her display of emotion, but his determined eyes told her the real story. He was going to do it. He was going, and he was going to do whatever this thing was he’d arranged with Malone, and as per fucking usual, there wasn’t a thing Molly could do to change it. Inside her, her heart began to break.

“Don’t upset yourself, pet,” he purred as he stroked the side of her face lovingly. “I want you to stay here and rest, because when this is over, I’m going to need you like I’ve never needed anyone before.”

The knot of tension in her belly tightened at his words. If Connor was going to need her so badly, then her intuition must be spot on, and whatever this was must be absolutely freaking awful.

“I’m worried,” she conceded in a flurry. “I have a bad feeling about this, Master.”

He offered her a small smile. “Honestly,” he admitted, “I have a pretty bad feeling, too, but it will be okay. I have Dalton with me. He’ll look after me.”

She was sobbing as he pulled her in for one last embrace, apparently trying to soothe her with hot, torrid kisses.

“Promise me you’ll stay here like a good, little kitten,” he whispered. “I don’t want to have to lock you in anymore. I think we’ve moved past that point now, don’t you?”

Molly nodded. She didn’t want to be locked in either, but she’d accept those terms from now on if it meant he was going to stay.

“Lock the door behind me,” he warned her. “And stay put!”

Connor’s hand reached for her chin, forcing it up to meet the intensity of his gaze. “Promise me, kitten. Promise me you’ll stay put.”

“Let’s go, Connor!” Dalton’s voice yelled from just beyond the door, making Molly jump instinctively.

“Promise me,” Connor demanded, resting his forehead against her face.

Molly raised her head to meet the strength of his gaze, and she knew he meant it. She was going to have to promise him. That compelling look in his eyes was never going to have it any other way. “Okay,” she sobbed quietly. “I promise, Master.”

But even as the words slipped from her lips, Molly knew she didn’t mean them. Whatever was going to happen to him, there was no way she was just going to lie here and wait.

No fucking way.



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Author Bio and social links:



Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author.

She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission.

You’ll find her either at her laptop, at the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music.



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March 17, 2019
I'm always thrilled to host a new-to-me author and am excited to welcome Rose St. Andrews.  Her new release, TAMED BY HER MEN is an mfm erotic romance sure to titillate fans of the genre - and if you're a Kindle Unlimited subscriber it's free!




        Sophia is rich and wants more, and she gets it in the form of control and training at the hands of her boyfriend Brody and his brother. They tame her, teach her and in time she becomes Brody’s little pony girl, and learns to embrace her new life.

AMAZON       BLUSHING BOOKS

EXCERPT:



Pulling her to him, he sat on a large round boulder protruding from the ground; she went across his lap, and – Smack! His strong hand connected with her supple bottom. She gasped, her eyes flying open. Never in her life had anyone done such a thing to her. Half a dozen more landed before she found her voice.


“You fucked with the wrong lady! Brody, you stop this at once or you’re fired, and I’ll never speak to you again.”


“Well, that’s your right, missy, but that’s not going to stop me giving you the spanking you deserve,” he said calmly. “I have put up with your attitude, your demands, and you looking down your nose at anyone you deemed beneath you, but I’ve now had enough.”


“Ouch! Brody, you stop, do you hear me? You can’t do this to me! I’ll… I’ll have you arrested, I’ll see you in jail, you’ll never work for me again, and we’re through,” she screamed.


“I don’t think you want to file charges, sweetie,” he said smugly. “To prove your case, you’d have to testify in court as to what I did. You really want the world to know that Sophia Grant, heiress to the Grant Plastics Empire got an old fashioned spanking across the lap of her boyfriend?”

She seethed, as she knew the answer to that question as well as he did. Wiggling and squirming on his lap, she found escape impossible. Brody was far too strong. Her yelps and wails grew louder by the minute, and then she truly died of embarrassment when she heard voices ringing them in. The rest of the staff had emerged from their tents and stood around watching the whole sorry scene.

“Help me! Someone, get this mother fucker off of me, right now or you’re all fired,” she shouted.

Looking around, she saw no one making a move. Most were smiling, a couple gave Brody a thumbs up, and the chef pulled out her phone to take a video! If that turned up online, Sophia would totally die.



Author Bio 

Born in Rhode Island, she has a great love for the Cape Cod area. Her second love is writing, which she's been doing since her youth, and her spanking erotica run the gamut from age play to pony play, and from novels to comic books, one of which will be released soon. Her books are available from Stormy Night, LSF, and Blushing Books.


March 4, 2019
Anita Philmar is starting off March's guest posts with a peek at her new erotic fantasy romance, FAIRY FUN.  This delightful tale is sure to warm you as we wait for spring to makes its debut!





                                              How do you find your prince charming?


#eroticromance , #hotfairytale @anitaphilmar , #fantasy , #99cents , #shortstory



Blurb:





Dedrick Forester, Prince of Endole, is fast approaching the end of his fairy cycle, which means losing his ability to fly, transforming into a wood gnome, and having to choose a mate. Until then he just wants to have fun...and lots of sex.

King Rosewood of Evermore is determined to see his daughter wed, but Chloe loves the freedom of fairy flight too much to settle down as a frumpy old wood gnome. She escapes and spreads her wings to reach new heights...like air sex with a stranger.

Combine her passion with Dedrick's and sparks light up the sky. Both discover pleasure beyond their wildest fantasies. But neither is prepared for the emotional connection. Now Dedrick must convince Chloe that losing her wings doesn't mean there aren't other ways to fly? 







Author Synopsis:



A fairy tale that teaches that even though it is fun to taste the sweet nectar of different mates. There is a major difference when you find true love.

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Excerpt

“Have you ever done it while flying?” A soft female voice whispered near Dedrick’s right shoulder.
Perfect. He turned, and a zing of lust shot through his balls.
A fairy with dark auburn hair stood behind him. Her sea-green eyes held a teasing glint, and a come-hither smile welcomed him closer. He dropped his gaze and scanned her lush body. The small swell of her breasts barely rose above the thin gossamer fabric of her top, teasing him with glimpses of her peaking nipples.
He lowered his eyes to keep her from noticing the hunger pulsing through his blood. The curvy dip of her waist led to the wide flare of her skirt, which fell smoothly over her hips and ended at the top of her creamy thighs. Long silky legs robbed his brain of coherent thought—other than having them wrapped around his waist. His cock twitched.
“Always wondered if it could be done.” The lady glided to the counter, and Mel handed her the same chocolate concoction.
“Some say there’s no better sex.” Mel picked up his rag and walked down the length of the bar to another customer.
Dedrick wrapped his hands around his drink to keep from grabbing the sexy fairy and pulling her into his arms. Pictures flashed in his head—his hands around her waist, her nipples in his mouth, his cock deep inside her pussy. He groaned. “Sounds like an adventure we should try.”
He lifted his shell and gulped down a swallow. The warm, rich ambrosia caressed his taste buds and ignited images of sipping a woman’s pussy. The heady kick intensified the nervous excitement over the possibility of finally relieving the ache in his cock.
“My name is Chloe.” The lady lifted her drink as if in toast. “Let’s drink to us both enjoying the experience.”


 

More about Anita Philmar

Anita 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

Other Books by Anita

 

Black Dragon’s Blood – a super human race/ off-world suspense

Black Dragon’s Moon – a super human race/ off-world suspense

Black Dragon’s Heart– a super human race/ off-world suspense

Other Stories


Hog-Tied and Branded – contemporary western

Naked Rebel – off-world adventure

Hot Wired – futuristic erotic suspense

Banished – Three Erotic Stories(shapeshifters) boxset


Banished Hero

Banished Scoundrel

Banished Witch



Historical Western series – Naked Bluff, Texas

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.


Deputy’s Bride - Can Sadie have a new life or will her old one rear its ugly head? http://www.amazon.com/Deputys-Bride-Threesome-Historical-Western-ebook/dp/B00NUTJ5N6


More Than Ready – Can a determined woman win her heart’s desire?

A Cowboy’s Pleasure – The kind of job every cowboy would like to have.

A Cowboy’s Passion – Can two men not only find her decease husband killer and satisfy all her needs?

McKee’s Ghost – Two sweet stories about a protective ghost.


Other Historical Western – Texas Passion – A girl determine to get her man no matter the cost. http://www.amazon.com/Texas-Passion-ebook/dp/B0056B5STQ


Novels
Hot Wired – futurist sexual adventure with a new devotion operation

A Warrior in Me – how DNA might give away more about our future than we realize.




February 26, 2019

Kryssie Fortune returns with a sizzling erotic paranormal read!  TAKEN AS THEIRS is an MFM romance sure to please fans of the werewolf genre.







They’d buy her, free her, and persuade her to have werewolf babies.




Amazon USA                        https://amzn.to/2AB4Z3l


Amazon UK                           https://amzn.to/2s95Q6O


Amazon Canada                  https://amzn.to/2GZLI1f


Amazon Australia                https://amzn.to/2RvViwV







Publishers Blurb

As a breeder--one of the few fertile women left in a ruined, plague-ravaged world--Cassie would fetch a handsome price at auction, and selling her to the highest bidder was exactly what her captors had in mind... until two fearsome beasts decided to take her for themselves.

Eli and Dane have chosen Cassie for their mate, and when she makes a foolish attempt at escape she quickly ends up tearfully promising obedience as her bare bottom is soundly and shamefully punished. Her body's response to their stern dominance cannot be denied, however, and it isn't long before she is screaming out her intense, helpless pleasure as she is roughly and thoroughly claimed. But will Eli and Dane's pack accept a human girl or will Cassie be an outsider forever?

Publisher's Note: Taken as Theirs includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.



Excerpt

Goosebumps covered Cassie’s flesh. Tingles raced between her legs, tiny electric sparks that warmed her blood. One kind word and her good intentions would crumble—just like her sisters’ chance of freedom if she told this drop-dead gorgeous pair about them.

What with the vampire auction and that nightmare descent of the cliff, she couldn’t take much more. Cassie had been a fool to think she could escape. Completely drained, she was at the werewolves’ mercy

Her imagination worked overtime. Wolves were pack animals. Suppose they decided to share her around the crew? The vampires certainly would have, and she didn’t expect werewolves to behave any better.

She cowered when Eli pulled a knife, but he sawed through the wet rope binding her to his brother. Her legs folded, and only Dane’s strong grip kept her upright. Sheaving his knife, Eli swept her into his arms.

He gave her his best Pepsodent-white smile. “Foolish little princess, so eager to return to the vampires who will abuse you. You’re safe here, despite the unconventional start to our friendship.”

Like a half-drowned kitten, she dripped water onto his trousers. He smelled of summer breezes and crops ripening in the fields. So cold her teeth had stopped chattering, she let go of her fears and let Eli take charge. Heat flowed from his chest to hers, but it wasn’t enough. She felt like an ice cube lost at the back of a freezer.

He carried her through a narrow galley, and into the captain’s cabin. She’d expected twin bunks and a tiny space. Instead, this room reminded her of Nelson’s cabin on the HMS Victory. The back wall consisted of window panes, giving her a view of the distant cliffs. The view fascinated and delighted her but the cabin’s four-poster bed terrified her. It covered more than half the room and had enough room for three if not four.

Dane pulled towels from a trunk then tossed her one of his brother’s jumpers. “Get dry, princess then get into bed and warm up. We’re going to lock you in while we get underway in earnest, but we’ll be back with hot stew and a hot coffee soon.”

After living on half rations for a week, her mouth watered at the thought of a decent meal. That these dominant werewolves cared for her welfare stunned her. Then they offered her a coffee. Utter luxury.

Emotions set in, and tears filled her eyes. She broke into a cold sweat that turned her forehead clammy. She’d never felt so weary in her life—not even when she’d swum marathons.

Dane lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “Don’t cry, little human. You’re safe now.”

The intensity in his gaze felt like a shot of energy for her soul. It made her feel hot and tingly inside. She craved his touch, and maybe his kiss. A fresh set of shivers beset her. This time, they were more about her forbidden attraction for the werewolves than the cold.



About Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie lives by the beach and loses track of time when she writes. Her days are full of dashing regency rakes, former soldiers so handsome they make her drool, and the sexiest werewolves ever. The odd vampire makes it in there too, but when he does, he’s drop dead gorgeous.

Her pet hates are unhappy endings and cliff hangers. She guarantees you won’t find either in her books. Her books sizzle with sensual heat, but story always comes before sex. Even when part of a series, her books can be read as stand-alone romance.



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February 18, 2019
It's always a pleasure to feature a new-to-me author and Sierra Brave's newest title, Bridling Lucy is sure to draw fans of both domestic discipline and shifter romances!  


   



A Spirited Girl. A Reluctant Dom. Fated Mates.



Bridling Lucy by Sierra Brave


Published by Passion’s Paramour Press




Release Date: January 11, 2019


Genre: Adult, Romance, Paranormal, Spanking


BLURB


Stubborn, prideful and self-disciplined, Chance Locklear believes his way is always right, and he doesn’t like hiccups is in his strict routine so when the matriarch of his equine-shifter clan saddles him with a spoiled, twenty-one-year-old brat from out-of-town, he’s none too pleased.


While growing up as a member of a rogue-shifter clan, Lucy Tate didn't have the luxury of an easy or predictable life, but she's learned to live with her parent’s self-centered behavior causing problems for her or leaving her in the lurch. When her step-father’s latest hijinks force her to abandon her job as a blackjack dealer and skip town, she resents having to live with a stranger and work as a maid while hiding out. To make matters worse, she’s been placed in the care of an arrogant but sexy game warden/werehorse who demands her respect.


The first time Chance pulled her over his lap for a spanking, she was shocked and angry, but her body reacted to his touch in a completely different way. Just as the two begin to give into their shared attraction and admit they are fated mates, outside forces show up to pull them apart. Will destiny, love, and amazing sex be enough to save their relationship?

Warning: Bridling Lucy is a smoking hot, stand-alone romance with graphic sexual language. If you are offended by corporal punishment/adult discipline or sizzling, put-you-in-the-moment love scenes, you might want to look for another book. (BBW +Sexy Shifter)



EXCERPT:

Lucy sat with her arms folded across her chest and her bottom lip poking out as she stared out the passenger-side window. Despite her sour mood, Horse Mountain’s rustic scenery enchanted her—beautiful cabins, both big and small, grassy pastures, and lush evergreens abounded for as far as the eye could see. This would be a nice place for a vacation if I wasn’t practically being kidnapped. She shook her head as she tried to fathom how she’d been uprooted from her comfortable life by no fault of her own. Mama might as well be carting me off to prison. She licked her bottom lip as she pressed her forehead against the cool glass.

“Oh, come on now. It’s not as bad as all that?” Dory Crane continued driving.

“As all what?” She kept her attention on the greenery. If she saw her mother’s face, her anger might transform into sadness and she didn’t want to cry.

Her mom huffed. “You with the silent treatment up here and the refusal to so much as meet my gaze.”

Lucy’s nostrils flared. “You’re lucky I’m too old for an Amber Alert. How am I supposed to react when you’re sending me off to the middle of nowhere to stay with some strange old woman I’ve never even met?”

“She’s a family friend. Her daughter and I attended finishing school together.”

Lucy snorted. “I still can’t believe you went.”

“In my day, all of the girls of our clan were expected to go. It was a very big deal amongst the equine shifters.”

“And look how much it taught you. Did you even graduate?” She practically spat her words.

“Your mama knows how to behave like a lady when she needs to.”

“So this woman isn’t even kin?”

“No, but she is an equine shifter. One of her sons was good friends with your birth father.”

She gasped, finally turning to look at her mom. Her mother’s husband had raised her, and most of the time, Lucy claimed him as her daddy, but she longed to know more about her biological father. Trouble was her mama was always tight-lipped when it came to the subject. “My dad? Does he live around here? Can I meet him?”

Dory shrugged. “Can we not talk about him? Nothing you learn will make you happy.”

She locked her index fingers together while pulling her hands close to her chest.  “I wonder if he looked for me.”

“He might have if he’d known about you, but I was only three months along and not showing yet. Telling him would have just complicated our separation and eventual divorce.”

Lucy’s jaw dropped and she fought not to shed the tears welling up in her eyes. She pursed her lips and stared straight ahead, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know how you could do such a horrible thing.”

Dory frowned, knitting her eyebrows. “So self-righteous! One of these days you’ll realize when it comes to our kind, the head can’t always control the heart. Getting involved before finding your one true mate is dangerous.”

Lucy opened her mouth as if she were gagging and made a retching sound while pointing her finger toward the back of her throat. “Please stop talking.”

“Excuse me? At least I’m not pushing you into an arranged marriage the way my father did to me.”

“Sorry, but I don’t want to hear your selfish reasons for running off with a gambling-addicted coyote shifter.”

“Hush your flapping lips. You know Craw didn’t start playing the slots until after we left Mississippi.”

Lucy huffed. “You mean after we got run out of Biloxi because of your low-rent fortune teller con jobs?” Her mom shot her a nasty look but didn’t deny the accusation. Lucy held her left wrist with her right hand while shaking her head. “Either way, I’m being forced to pay for someone else’s mistake. To think your husband used to actually be a pretty good dad. Now, not so much.”

Her mama’s head jerked to the side as she threw a furious look Lucy’s way, complete with narrowed eyes. “Stop testing my patience, Lucy Abigail Tate.”

I hit a nerve. Lucy tried not to smirk. Her mama couldn’t tolerate any bad-mouthing of the love of her life, regardless of how true the words rang. Crawford “Craw” Crane continually proved himself to be a turd in the punch bowl, but her mama always defended him and probably would continue to until her dying breath. “Why’d you give me his name instead of Craw’s?”

Her mother pressed her lips together. “Legally, I was still married to him when you were born so Tate was my last name, but can we please drop the subject? Your daddy, Craw, the man who looked after you like his own blood from the minute you were born—He loves you. He thinks he’s doing right by you.” She shook her finger at Lucy. “I just don’t agree. A girl needs to wait for the one.”

“The one,” Lucy mimicked while rolling her eyes. “I still think this is crazy. It’s not like I couldn’t just flat out refuse Grayson.”

“Hmm, I wonder if you’d be able to stand strong if the patriarch got involved. Would you tell him no?” Without waiting for Lucy to answer, Dory reached toward her. She flinched but relaxed as her mother fingered a strand of her hair. “I like the color.”

She gritted her teeth, fresh anger filling her gut as she recalled her mom forcing a bleach job on her in a crappy hotel room about midway through the trip. “I miss my red.” She jerked her head away from her mother’s touch.

“If Craw or any of the Vegas-clan tries to find you, they’ll be looking for a ginger, not a towhead.”

Vegas-clan…Lucy let the words scratch at her brain. When she was younger, she hadn’t realized a bunch of different types of weres joining a clan under a “Boss” patriarch was weird. Now she understood most clans were matriarchal, and Mr. Black’s operation was similar to organized crime groups with their Godfathers.

Her mom pulled up in the driveway of a lovely one-story cabin surrounded by tall trees before turning off the engine. “Now you mind Ms. Banks. Do whatever chores you’re assigned.”

“I’m not afraid of hard work though I guess my real job will be filled by the time I return home…that is if I don’t die out here in Hickville, USA.”

“You shouldn’t say such things, sweetie. Mama’s going to get everything fixed up.” Her mother patted her arm, but Lucy yanked away from her. “I’ll get your daddy straight and find another way to settle his debt, but you better not go talking any trash about him.” All the tenderness of her touch seemed to have faded as she wagged her finger again. “I can’t have any of my old clan, particularly my kin or some of the nosey strumpets I graduated high school with, getting any word of Craw’s misstep. Stick to the story. You hear me?”

Lucy’s blood boiled. “So it’s alright for a bunch of people you haven’t said a single word to in years to think your daughter’s some kind of out-of-control hoodlum as long as they don’t find out the truth about your crappy husband?”

Dory pointed her boney finger at her again, shaking it about an inch from Lucy’s face. “I asked if you heard me, girl.”

“I got it.” The corners of Lucy’s mouth turned down and her shoulders drooped as she huffed.

“Good.”

“With any luck, I’ll get the money from my daddy, and you’ll be home in no time.”

Lucy’s eyes widened and she nearly snapped her neck while jerking her head around to look at her mother’s face. “My granddaddy? Can I meet him?”

Her mom’s eyes rounded and she smirked. “Depends on if he’ll give me the money.”

She tightened her closed lips, squinting slightly. “So you’ll ransom a visit from me?”

Her mom smiled. “Whatever it takes.”







AUTHOR BIO

Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of smoking hot romance. She writes across genres, dabbling in a little bit of everything, including ménage and BDSM.  Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school when she first read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.


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January 28, 2019

Alyssa Bailey has a new domestic discipline erotic romance-a definite pleaser for fans of erotic spanking discipline!  IN PURSUIT OF MOLLY  begins the series and Molly and Cian's love story.

                                          
 
 
     “I spank for naughty.”
 
Blurb:

Molly Rasher had been obsessed with Cián O’Connor from the day she met the preoccupied veterinarian student. She was still dreaming of his toned body and serious demeanor when she finished college but he had only nodded and smiled in passing. With no further contact, it seemed her sexy dreams would have to find another star, until he walked into the clinic’s front door, reigniting her passions.

Cián was more than half-way through his training to be a veterinarian. Finally, he could afford to pursue his angel. Molly’s endearing, shy smile had tantalized him for almost two years and now the opportunity to be with her fell into his lap, he was going to grab it with both hands. He prayed she was ready for him because he’d learned if you wanted something bad enough, you held on tight until you got it. No matter the cost.





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Excerpt
His friend nodded in the direction of the door. “That one is pretty and looks like she’s over her head. I should go help her get comfortable.”
“Nope. Sorry, but that naughty woman is mine. She knows not to come here alone. She’s innocent in the ways of this type of club.”
“Ah, so that’s who you were waiting for. I wondered if you were going to hold up the bar all night. Well, Ken’s moving in over there, you’d better snag her fast.”
Cián finished his sparkling water and got up. Striding towards Molly, he saw one of her girlfriends trying to entice her to enter further. He’d made it to within an arm’s length of Molly when her friend, Karen, spied him. His look of disapproval stopped all words flowing from her mouth. She stared like a deer in headlights for a split second before turning on her heels and walking back to the others.
“You’ve been naughty all week, leanbh. You know how I deal with naughty.”
Cián grinned at the shiver that ran through her body and then the shocked look Molly gave him. She opened her mouth several times to speak but closed it each time.
“What is the rule about clubs like this one?” Molly dropped her head but Cián wouldn’t allow it to stay there. “You know it and I know it. You should not be here alone.”
“I’m not… well, you weren’t around, and I was asked to go.”
“Molly, you chose not to call me and ask for an escort. You’ve been out of control all week trying to get my attention because you’re irritated over the spanking. Now you have my attention and have earned another one.” His words came from deep in his chest causing it to rumble. “And if you’re honest, you’d admit at least to yourself, that you were trying to earn another one. You wanted to see if I was for real, if this was something I played at or followed through on.”
“That’s ridiculous and pretty self-centered if you ask me.”
“We’ll see. Now that you’re here, if you want me to show you around and help you get an understanding of what playing here is like, I will. If you prefer to go back to my place, we can get the matter of your spanking out of the way.”
“I’m not going to your apartment and you aren’t spanking me.” Her indignant words ended in a whisper and ever pinkening cheeks.
“You want it here? I can promise you, no one will care.”
“Oh God Cián, please, not here.” Her face and neck were now red.



Author Bio-Alyssa Bailey
USA Today best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the rainforest on the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.
Alyssa loves writing romance for the naughty in all of us. She writes power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices. 
If she can throw a little mystery, humor, and suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters predominately live in Regency England, Ireland, and Scotland amongst lords and ladies, in the Contemporary Realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working Cowboys and fiercely romantic Native Americans. 


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Twitter: @blushingalyssa
Blog/web page:  http://alyssabailey.com/

Author’s Other Works


Lords and Little Ladies Series:
       The Black Laird Demands (book 3)

Safe and Secure Series:

Clearwater Ranch Series

Lone Wind Series:

Chase Abbey Series:

The O'Connor Series:

Liam & Jocelyn's Story


Ciaran and Katherine's Story

Quinlan and Cheyenne's Story

Kelli and Parker’s Story

Anthologies


Misc.




 January 21, 2019
PK Corey returns with a peek into her new release, RETURNING TO US.  Enjoy this domestic discipline romance!





         The pain of a spanking is nothing compared to the feeling that no one cares enough to take you in hand.



Blurb





After thirty-five years, Susan thought her marriage was over the morning after their last child's wedding. Hal, her husband, said he needed to talk about something important. She knew it couldn’t be good. They rarely even spoke anymore. In the beginning they’d been so close, so passionate. Practicing domestic discipline had been a wonderful part of their lives—sometimes.


But over the years it had all drifted away, even when Susan asked for what she needed. He would occasionally give her a mild, sexy spanking, but the real discipline she craved was a thing of the past. Now, Hal suddenly wanted to talk about moving to Colorado to live in Corbin's Bend, a community where spanking was not only accepted, but encouraged. Could this bring back the closeness and passion they’d once had? Could Susan trust that this time Hal would truly step up?


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Hal guided her over his knees and began spanking. It felt delicious! His spanks weren’t so very hard, but they fully reignited the burn left by the paddle. Susan was squirming. When Hal dipped his finger into her moist center, she nearly came off his lap.

“That’s what I suspected,” he said sternly. “You are in trouble for blatant disrespect and you’re acting like you’re planning on some sexual adventure. You’d better plan on holding back and behaving yourself. If you come, I’m going to have to take my belt to you.”

This was pure playacting and Susan knew it. Hal used this tactic on rare occasions and only while roleplaying. Susan had no idea why this was such a hot button for her. It didn’t matter. These words, these threats released powerful emotions in her like nothing else. And Hal well knew it.

Standing her up, he removed the rest of her clothes. Hal laid her on the bed. “Just because you’re being punished, there is no reason I can’t have my fun.”

Susan watched as Hal removed his clothes. Her body felt like a taut violin string. She was ready to come at his first touch. But again, in a deep voice Hal warned her, “You’d better keep tight control, or I’ll make that belt sing.”

Susan was panting. If he said one more word, she was going to come without so much as a touch. She was fighting to hold off as long as she could. She arched up to capture him as he hovered over her. He half turned her over and delivered several sharp spanks.

“Now, now, none of that,” he told her.

Susan thought she’d lost her fight for control as he gently sucked on one nipple and then the other. Sitting up, he caressed her body, her belly and her hips and thighs, never touching where she needed him the most.

Hal lowered his head and kissed her mons. He slid his tongue down and flicked it rapidly on her hardened bud. Giving in completely, Susan felt an orgasm like no other she’d ever experienced surge through her. She gushed as Hal continued his ministering with his tongue. She rode the wave higher and higher, beating her fists on the bed and bucking with abandon.

As Susan slowly came back to herself, the only thing she was aware of was her body. The time, the day, her name... were all in a vague space of not caring. She was his, was the only coherent thought floating through her mind.



Author Bio





After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-five-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service. 


I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.


My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My new series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.
I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers. You can contact me at pk.corey@yahoo.com


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January 7, 2019
A new release from Ashe Barker to start my guest list for 2019!  Check out her hot Viking romance, HER CELTIC MASTERS today!



Two fierce Celtic Warriors with a thirst for vengeance, and the proud Viking lady with the strength to submit.



Blurb:



Left penniless and without a home by a sudden, tragic turn of events, twenty-year-old Kristin Lofnsdottir plans to start a new life as a seafaring trader. If she is going to have any chance at surviving, however, let alone succeeding, she'll need money and capable men to protect her. A partnership with a pair of Celts offers both, but Kristin quickly realizes that the arrangement will mean sharing much more than just her profits. The two stern, handsome brothers intend to make her theirs, demanding obedience, punishing defiance, and mastering her beautiful body together.

Though Nyle and Bowdyn have been given plenty of reason to hate Vikings over the years, conquering the feisty, headstrong Kristin proves even more satisfying than they had anticipated. As they claim her ever more thoroughly and shamefully, her need for them only grows more intense, but can they be firm enough to tame her recklessness before it puts them all in danger?

Publisher's Note: Her Celtic Masters is a stand-alone sequel to Conquered by the Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.



Author Synopsis:



Ripped from their home in a brutal Viking raid, their family murdered before their eyes, Nyle and Bowdyn, sons of Connell of Cynwrig have every reason to loathe their cruel captors. Miraculously, they both survive their ordeal at the hands of the vicious Norsemen who enslave them, to be reunited as free men.



Recently widowed and fiercely independent, Kristin Lofnsdottir is determined to forge her own path in a world ruled by men. Confused and dismayed by her attraction to the handsome but enigmatic Celtic warriors, when they make her an outrageous offer, she can’t refuse them.



Nyle and Bowdyn swear to protect their Viking lady and she adores her Celtic masters. Together they prosper and start to rebuild their shattered lives. But the wrongs of the past must be avenged. Will the burning need for vengeance destroy their fragile happiness and that of those around them?



Fast-Paced and with compelling characters, set in the turbulent and sensual world of the Vikings, if you loved Conquered by the Viking by Ashe Barker, you won’t want to miss this thrilling sequel. Her Celtic Masters, the second book in Ashe Barkers Viking Duet, continues the erotic saga, bringing this haunting and dramatic Viking romance to an unexpected climax.



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“Open your legs, little Viking.” The command was softly spoken, yet firm. Nyle expected her to obey.

So, she did. She planted her feet on the mattress between Nyle’s long legs and parted her knees.

Bowdyn chuckled. “A tolerable effort, but we can do better.” He took her left ankle and lifted it over Nyle’s leg then set it down on the outside of his brother’s thigh. He repeated the action with her other ankle, then set his hands at her waist to ease her further up Nyle’s body. Thus positioned, Nyle had ample access to her breasts. He could toy with her, torture her nipples as he pleased, whilst at the same time her thighs were spread wide for his brother. “Ah, yes,” Bowdyn confirmed, “much better.”

“Is she wet?” enquired Nyle pleasantly enough.

Bowdyn drew the flat of his palm between her legs, pausing to part the lips of her pussy as though to particularly examine that spot, then rubbed the heel of his hand on the sensitive nubbin at the front.

Kristin stifled a squeal. She knew of that place, had discovered it for herself whilst bathing, but no hand apart from hers had ever ventured there. Baldvin Ryggiason had shown not the slightest interest in exploring his bride’s more sensual desires. Until these last few minutes she, herself, had been largely unaware such urges existed. Certainly, the powerful nature of her own arousal had been a mystery to her. These Celts were a revelation indeed.

“Yes, she is wet.” Bowdyn raised his hand to show his brother.

“Did I not tell you it would be so? It takes but a gentle tug on her nipples,” Nyle paused to squeeze and twist again by way of demonstration, “and she gushes like a waterfall. I believe the staid, proper, and very stern Kristin Lofnsdottir is nothing more than a wanton at heart. Is this not so, little Viking?”

Wanton? The very word sent her senses reeling. Could he be right? Oh, she most sincerely hoped so though the words became lodged in her throat. She could not answer. She could only feel.

“Open the lips of her cunny and put your fingers inside her. I believe this is what she would like. Am I right, my Viking?”

Freya, help me… The silent plea went unanswered. Kristin had to shift for herself in this matter. So, she did. She nodded.

“There, it is as I thought. But be gentle, brother. I get the impression our Viking is unaccustomed to such treatment.”

Kristin could have blessed Nyle for his perceptiveness. It was as though he had somehow crawled into her mind and knew all her secrets, her desires as well as her fears.

Her brief interlude of clarity and coherence shattered the moment Bowdyn spread her nether lips with his fingers and inserted one long digit into her tight channel. She expected to flinch, to hurt. Her previous experience of this act, though infrequent, had been sufficient for her to know she found it uncomfortable, painful even. And oddly disappointing.

All those doubts and uncertainties were swept aside in the surge of pleasure that threatened to engulf her. Bowdyn withdrew his finger then drove it deep again, harder this time, faster.

“If this hurts, you may tell us,” whispered Nyle.

“It… it does not hurt,” she managed. “Oh. Oh!”

Bowdyn increased the speed of his thrusts and added a second finger. The friction was unbearably sweet yet still not enough. Kristin squeezed her inner walls around his long digits and circled her hips.

“I believe our Viking is rather enjoying this. Is that not also correct, Kristin?”

Must she answer? Could she? Was she truly enjoying what was happening to her or was it some other compulsion that drove her to thrust her hips forward and consider begging for more?





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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