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November 12, 2018

Libby Campbell is back with a new spanking erotic romance that has a paranormal twist sure to capture readers of both genres!




Luke is used to being the boss. Cara answers to no one. Can they reach a détente?


Buy link – Amazon


Blurb:

Since she inherited her parents’ home, Cara Eckford has used walks in the nearby woods as inspiration for her art, so she is shocked and upset upon finding that ‘No Trespassing’ signs have recently been put up on the property. But when she angrily confronts the land’s new owner, the infuriatingly sexy Luke McCrae, she merely earns herself a stern scolding and a sound spanking.
Despite her irritation, Luke’s bold dominance leaves Cara’s heart racing and her panties soaked. He soon proves more than ready to tame her fiery temper with his belt applied to her bare bottom, but even with tears in her eyes and her backside on fire Cara’s need for Luke cannot be denied, and when he takes her in his arms his masterful lovemaking satisfies her deeply.
Cara’s newfound romance with Luke grows stronger and more passionate with each passing day, but when conflict over his plans for her beloved forest threatens to tear them apart, can she make use of her powerful connection to both of their ancestors to convince him to change his mind?

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


Excerpt

Everything that was good and right in Cara’s world was because of the serenity on this small corner of Salt Spring Island. Land that should have been hers, lost through a tragedy one hundred years ago, was slipping through her family hands again.

“Don’t talk to me like that, please.” Luke’s voice low and authoritative.

“I’ll talk to you any way I fucking well please.”

He was six inches taller than her and at least forty pounds heavier. Cara didn’t care. She was angry at the No Trespassing signs. She was angry at the news that he wouldn’t sell to her. When he had the nerve to tell her not to swear, her temper detonated. Sparks of silvery hot rage popped in her peripheral vision.

She looked over his shoulder and gasped, as though something was behind him. When he turned to see what it was, she braced herself in horse stance, clenched her hand into a fist, and drove a hard punch into his gut. It was like pounding concrete.

“Ah, you’re a scrapper, are you?” He recoiled sharply before closing the gap between them and wrapping an arm around her waist. The cedar and smoke scent of him filled her head as he planted one foot on a large boulder and deftly flipped her over his knee. “You need to learn some manners,” he said, lifting the hem of her skirt.

Cool air breezed across the top of Cara’s thighs as the blood rushed to her head. Her long hair hung down, coiling in the dried arbutus leaves beneath her.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she shrieked with outrage, kicking her legs and flailing her arms. He pinned her to his left knee, trapping her kicking legs under his muscular right thigh.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” she said, trying to right herself.

“You mean like this?” He smacked her panty-clad bottom hard. “Or this?” His hand fell on the top of her thighs. His hands felt as big as dinner plates and hard as wood. One smack followed another. When she reached back and swatted against the blows, he caught her wrists together and pinned them in the small of her back.

Cara’s breath whooshed out of her lungs at the sensation of being bent to his will. She forced herself to start breathing again as he smacked her bottom rhythmically and unrelentingly.

“Stop it!” she demanded, between swats. Luke ignored her. She barely caught her breath after one slap, when another followed. Conflicting sensations of desire and resentment churned as her bottom started to sting.

She was strong, but he was much stronger. She twisted and writhed but never enough to break away. After what felt like an eternity of spanking, the only thing registering on her consciousness was his hard hand raining down on her buttocks and thighs. Time, as she knew it, stopped.



Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell:



The Romancing the Coast Series

Seeing Ronnie.(book 1)

Holding Cynthia (book 2)

Trusting Ingrid (book 3)






Simon in Charge – 3 book box-set



Libby Campbell in her own words:

I’m in love with love. My romance stories feature strong, self-reliant women who challenge the powerful men who love them.

My books are set in the Pacific Northwest, a part of the world I know well and love deeply.

I’ve lived all over Canada, but the best decision of my life was when I moved to Australia to marry my leading man. After many years there, we moved back to the Pacific Northwest. We now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.

My passions are reading and writing. I also love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing.



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October 21, 2018

Kryssie Fortune has a new regency spanking romance!  Enjoy this excerpt and grab a copy today.

  

 
#Regency #spanking #romance #murder #mystery #HEA #Dominance

Publisher’s Blurb
Going about her mundane life in a small fishing village, Alethea never dreamed she would end up with a man like the Earl of Deanswood, yet when she caught the handsome gentleman's eye he wasted no time in making her his wife. Unbeknownst to Alethea, however, her conniving mother has convinced Deanswood that she has no interest in the marital bed. Devastated by his seeming disinterest, Alethea searches for someone to instruct her in the ways of enticing a man.

When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea's plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea's life is threatened by her mother's vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?

Publisher's Note: His Innocent Bride is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.


                        Consummating her marriage shouldn’t be so hard.


Excerpt

Legs trembling, arms extended, she took a step forward. When she heard the door close behind her, she took off her blindfold. She stood in the room that had horrified her yesterday. She should hate this, but determined to please her tutor, she studied the two ways he could restrain her. The thought of a flogging terrified her, so she decided on the spanking bench.

Turning to the wall covered in floggers and paddles, she wondered which to choose. The smaller the better, she thought. Or maybe a large one would spread the pain. She tested a few against her thigh.

The small bendy one felt like a branding iron against her skin. The large one hit too many nerves. Finally, she decided on one about the size of her tutor’s hand. Polished smooth, she loved how it felt beneath her hand. Since it had small circles cut into it, it shouldn’t hurt so much. She hoped.

Paddle in hand, she opened the door and replaced her blindfold. “You can come in now.”

She’d hoped to catch a glimpse of her tutor, but she didn’t. Was he handsome? Dark-haired like Viscount Stonehurst? Or blond like her husband? Knowing she could walk past him in the street and not recognize him hurt.

She heard another door close then her tutor was at her side. “You decided on a spanking, then. Let’s get you into position.”

He seemed to enjoy carrying her since he picked her up again. When he set her down, he took her arm. “Kneel on here, chick.”

Nervous, she clambered onto the lower platform of the spanking bench. He pushed her torso forward, pressing it into the top platform. “Good girl. Now stretch your arms out.”

Once she’d found her balance, he moved around her and fastened her wrists into the restraints. Alethea whimpered and tested her bonds. There was no give in them.

Thoughts of what would come next made her heart pound. Even restrained, her hands shook. She could call a halt and walk away, but then he’d never give her another lesson. That was a price she wasn’t willing to pay.

Gritting her teeth, she sighed and rested her cheek against the cold leather. The position thrust her bottom in the air. She wriggled, trying to find a position that would lessen the pain of her spanking. There wasn’t one. When he bunched up her skirt, she froze.

Reaching between her legs, he caught her honey on his finger then slid it between her lips. “Taste yourself. Your juices are like sweet ambrosia.”

Obediently, she swirled her tongue around his finger. He hitched in a breath, and as if needed to show her who was in control, he brought his hand down on her bare bottom.

She yelped and tensed her arse cheeks. “That hurts.”

He slapped her again. “It’s meant to. This won’t be as easy a spanking as yesterday. I’ll start with my hand then when you’re ready, I’ll use the paddle.”



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October 16, 2018

DARK CHOCOLATE AND STRAWBERRIES - Just the title of Daryl Devore's new book has me salivating to dive into this one!





What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?



#daryldevore, Dark Chocolate and Strawberries, hot read, #hotread, twisted fairy tale, #twistedfairytale, cruise ship, wolf, emeralds, betrayal, love, lust

Heat rating – 4
Blurb
What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?

Esmerelda 'Red' Hood is summoned to her mother's executive suite only to learn her sweet granny is headed for a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it's too late.

On board, Red meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other a dark, sophisticated predator. Her grandmother's warning rings in Red's ear "Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing."

Even with the warning, Red has trouble choosing which man could be the big bad wolf and which could be her happily ever after.

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Sexy Red Hood.

Excerpt:
Every good fairy tale begins with once upon a time. This one begins with once upon a dream.
****
“Oh, that feels so good.” She ran her fingers through his hair.
He reached his hands up to her shoulders and trickled his fingertips to her hips. His strong fingers kneaded her breasts. Her erect, pink nipples rubbed against his rough hands each butt cheek and dug his fingers into her flesh.
She slid her fingers along his chest and flicked his nipples. “You make me feel so hot.”
Applying tender kisses on her stomach, he moved from her navel to her thigh. He pressed a hand on each inner thigh, urging her to spread her legs. A thrill tingled in her as he licked his lips.
“Like what you see?” She wiggled her bottom.
A smile crossed his face as he lowered his head between her legs. Using small nips and kisses, he traced a path along her thigh and stopped when his lips brushed the edge of her bush. Licking her slit, he caressed the inside of her thigh with the tips of his fingers. When his hand reached her pussy, his finger teased her wetness.
“Don't stop!” She entangled her fingers in his hair.
His finger slid deep into her as his tongue neared her clit. “Baby, I'm gonna fuck you until you beg for…”
…and oil prices soared as the cost of a barrel of crude rode to an all-time record…
****
“Oh gawd,” moaned Red, as she grabbed a pillow to cover her ears. “It can't be morning.”
…lost three to two. The Chicago Blackhawks traded right winger, Steve…
From under the pillow, she forced one eye to open. The digital alarm clock showed 6:07.
…snow and blowing snow and near record cold temperatures…
“I don't wanna get up.” Her left hand reached out from under the warm blankets and slapped at the snooze button. Closing her eyes, she sighed and settled back into sleep. “Can I just go back to my dream?”
…all roads leading into the downtown core are slow and there are two major accidents on Michigan Avenue. Delays and cancellations at O'Hare International….
Again, her left hand thrust out from under the blankets and pressed the snooze button. No sooner had she settled back under the covers, the annoying beep-beep-beep of the backup clock sounded.
Red sighed and threw back the covers. A blast of cool air chilled her arms. There was only one way to shut off this alarm – get out of bed, walk across the room and smack the damn button.

October 8, 2018
It's always a pleasure to host several authors at one time, and today Felicity Brandon is here with the new anthology, N.E.R.D.  Check out the excerpts from each short story - you're sure to find something to catch your interest!





Title: N.E.R.D.: Naughty Erotic Romance Doms


Authors: Felicity Brandon, Golden Angel, Morganna Williams, Sassa Daniels, Rue Raven, Jack Crosby, Katie Douglas


Release date: 10th August 2018 (preorder 3rd August)


Buy Link: AMAZON



Overall blurb:

Eight hot doms bring the action in this geeky extravaganza of intelligent, Machiavellian and highly-skilled men who aren't afraid to take control.

In this collection of short stories, we explore the N.E.R.D. in all the usual settings you'd find one. From comic-cons to classrooms, to even alien spaceships, we bring you the N.E.R.D. in his full glory. The action is hot, the situations charming, and the men -- they are total N.E.R.D.s.

Bring a sense of humor, a bacon sandwich and a fan because it's going to get hot in here!



Individual blurbs:



Golden Angel:



Cosplay Connection - when Diana’s bestie dragged her to speed dating at her local convention, she wasn’t expecting the Dark Knight to come sweep her off her feet.



Alien Online - nerdy and awkward, it’s easier for Kerry to talk to men online - but when she agrees to meet one in real life, he’s not at all what she’s expecting.



Zoe’s Impetus by Felicity Brandon

I love biology, but botany is fast turning out to be the bane of my life, and Professor Neil's the poster boy for it. The content of the module is so dull, I’m struggling to keep on target, but Professor Neil is offering me a unique olive branch. Can his unconventional techniques help me make the grade?



Elise in Wonderland by Sassa Daniels:

For intellectual snob Elise, signing up to speak at a video games convention was her first big mistake. Setting her sights on an arrogant wannabe dom was the second. Drawing the attention of her real-deal dominant colleague--well, that might just be the best mistake she’s ever made.



The Mugged and the Restless by Morganna Williams:

Lacey's nerdy boss Jasper barely seems to notice she exists. Then Lacey gets mugged and suddenly she has almost more of Jasper's attention than she can handle.



Walking Disaster by Rue Raven: Grace is brilliant at her job. Unfortunately she’s less than brilliant at life, which is why her new boss is lying on the floor moaning after meeting Grace and a door at the same time. Grace needs a firm hand to keep her focussed – but first Jake has to stay conscious long enough to deal with her!



Of Demons and Nerds by Jack Crosby:

Just when you thought it was safe to go to a comic con... Derrick Grimm (aka the horseman, Death) and his former Lust demon girlfriend, Roxanne, show up. In this wacky adventure, you'll meet all sorts of characters who tend to get themselves into some pretty sticky situations. With this many bad apples in one place, a good many someones are due to get spanked!



The Doctor’s Companion by Katie Douglas:

I was already having a bad day when my son got kidnapped by aliens. Then a man in a scarf stepped out of a red British phone box and everything changed. He calls himself The Surgeon, and he thinks I can save the world by knitting, but how can that be possible?





Excerpt from Cosplay Connection by Golden Angel



Deep down she knew meeting up with Paul meant more to her than any date she'd had before. Rejection from him, after all the time they'd spent talking and getting to know each other online... well, it would hurt a lot more. Which was why she'd let Lane dress her up like this was a real date.

She'd arranged code words with Lane. Looked up everything she could about Julianno's - the Italian restaurant she was meeting Paul at. It was only about an hour away from her. Kind of far for a date but... this isn't a date. Kerry had certainly driven longer distances to get together with friends. So it was totally okay. She was still kind of surprised that she and Paul did actually live close enough to meet.

When she pulled into the parking lot, it was all she could do to keep from hyperventilating.

Her phone pinged.

Stalker Lane had been following her progress to the restaurant using an app on Kerry's phone.

You've got this babe! And I've got you!

The text message made Kerry smile. Lane always knew how to help.

Thank you. I love you.

Love you too! Now get in there and go get him girl!

Taking a deep breath, Kerry gathered her courage and got out of the car. She hadn't taken more than two steps when a bright beam of light suddenly surrounded her from above. Startled, she stumbled - but she didn't fall... actually, it felt like her body was being jerked upwards into the light...

She did the only thing she could do.

She screamed bloody murder.



Excerpt from Alien Online by Golden Angel

Diana leaned a little closer, hoping…

That tiny movement was all he'd apparently been waiting for because he immediately moved to meet her, his lips coming down on hers with a kiss that took her breath away. It felt like she'd been waiting for hours for the kiss. It didn't hurt at all that he was a damn good kisser.

His lips were warm and soft, the kiss confident but not overpowering. When his tongue moved forward, she opened for him, the tingles in her body going full throttle now. They turned more towards each other, facing each other, the laptop shoved off of Matt's lap and onto the bed beside them.

A little thrill went through her as he slid her to the side, putting her on her back underneath him. He was hot and hard between her legs, fitting perfectly against her.

When he pulled away from the kiss, he was a little breathless as well, his gaze intense as he looked down at her, and when he spoke his voice was a little deeper than usual.

"I don't want to assume—you definitely want to have sex?"

Diana smiled up at him, feeling very much like the cat who was about to get the cream. Did he have any idea how fucking sexy he was right now? If she had had any doubts, they would have just been erased with that one question.

"Definitely.”

"If you want me to stop, at any point, just say 'Batman.'"

Her smile turned into a grin. Considering that more than half the cosplayers she knew were on Fetlife—or kinky with the partner they currently had—she wasn't entirely surprised to discover Matt was at least a little dominant. She was definitely pleased, though.

Hopefully, he liked brats.

"Is that my safeword, sir?" she asked sultrily and enjoyed watching the glint in his eyes flare. The way he was looking at her now was almost greedy.

"Yes, it is," he growled.

Then his mouth was back on hers, a little more forcefully now, as his hands found hers. His fingers circled her wrists, pushing them above her head and pinning them there. Heat and need ran through her, making her ache in response.

That was fucking hot.





Excerpt from Zoe’s Impetus by Felicity Brandon:

“Get the book please, Miss Kellam,” he commands.
I hesitate for a moment, amazed by how my body responds to the order. My nipples stiffen into small peaks beneath my sweater, and I’m more than aware of how wet my panties have become. What the hell has happened to my socially inept botany Professor? He’s usually so quiet, so reserved and so obsessed with his plants, he barely resembles the alpha-male now sitting waiting for me to answer him. I eye the man furtively, my gaze rising over his unblemished skin to his waves of dark hair.
Whatever it is that has happened to Professor Neil, I like it.
“Miss Kellam?”
I leap at the sound of his voice, my heart racing out of control at his impatient tone.
“The book?” he repeats in a curt tone.
I move, skipping back to my original place to collect the thick, hardback version I had attempted earlier. Grabbing it, I head back to where he waits, presenting it to him like a naughty school girl awaiting her headmaster’s verdict.
“Good,” he replies, smiling at my response.
I know he’s patronising me, and a part of me despises his tone, but the weight of my arousal is so great that I ignore it. The professor is toying with me, and for some reason I freaking love it.
“Well done, Miss Kellam,” he says. “You’re going to need the book, not me, so I suggest you keep it.”
“Okay,” I whisper, gripping the leather cover between my fingers. I shift my weight, watching him watching me, as my heart pounds inside my chest. “Where should I read, Professor?”
Neil’s eyes narrow, his gaze rising up the length of my body until it meets mine. “I have found that certain ladies increase their focus once they’re over my lap, Miss Kellam.”
And there it is. He says the words so casually, as though he’s reading a shopping list, and it takes me a few seconds to register their meaning.
Over his lap?
My eyes widen as the term resonates. I’m shocked, aghast at his suggestion. Why would I be over the lap of one of my lecturers? And yet, as the anger washes over me, there is something else. The simmering need his dominant display has brought out in me begins to burgeon, threatening to boil over, and something about the idea of being over his lap makes it peak.
“Your lap?” I say, my voice sounding distant to my own ears. “W-why would they be over your lap?”
I know the answer—of course, I do. There is only one logical reason that anyone would be draped over someone’s else’s body. But somehow, I have to hear the words out loud…
“Impetus,” he tells me with a smirk, his blue eyes penetrating me with relentless force.





Excerpt from Elise in Wonderland by Sassa Daniels:

Elise had barely made it twenty yards across the parking lot before Ian caught up with her. He took a firm grip of her arm and swung her around toward him. Her deliciously soft, pliable body collided with his hard, muscular frame. Only as she seemed to register how closely he held her did she tense up. Before she could react, to make whatever empty protest her rational mind had thought up, he lowered his mouth to hers. Signaling his intention to possess her, body and soul, he branded her with a scorching kiss. As he pressed his lips insistently against hers, she opened to him. She tasted like the sweetest, most succulent fruit and he knew he would never get enough of her. A groan escaped from somewhere deep inside him as her body melted against his.

This was everything he’d imagined it would be, but he had to put a stop to this before he lost all control and ended up fucking her in the middle of the parking lot. She deserved more respect than that. As he pulled back from her, he couldn’t resist a victorious grin as Elise whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Don’t worry, princess, I’m going to give you what you need,” he said as he cupped her cheek with his hand and ran his thumb over her soft, smooth skin.

“And what is that?” Her tone was challenging, and she seemed to doubt that he knew what she truly desired.

Ian leaned in close to whisper in her ear and could sense the shiver of delight that ran through her.

“I’m going to punish you,” he promised. “I’m going to spank your naughty little ass and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you will never forget you’re mine.”



Excerpt from The Mugged and the Restless by Morganna Williams:

When Lacey ground her slit against his face Jasper pulled away and looked up at her.

“Please…” she begged.

“Naughty girls don’t get to come.” He told her firmly. “Do you know what naughty girls get Lacey?”

She shuddered again as she stared into his eyes. “They get spanked.”

“That’s right, baby.” Jasper pulled her to him so he could whisper against her ear, “They get spanked on their bare bottoms.”



Excerpt from Walking Disaster by Rue Raven:

Grace had hurried home, miserable over her latest disaster.  There was only one thing that could make her feel better when she was in this state.  She stretched out on her bed and settled back to enjoy a good, hard session of ice-cream eating.  This was definitely a double choc moment, with the chocolate chips.  It was starting to work its magic when the phone rang.

She reached for the phone, upsetting the ice cream onto the bed.  As she grabbed to try to save it she knocked two books, a glass of water and a packet of biscuits off her bedside table.  Lunging to grab them, and missing entirely, she knocked the ice-cream onto the floor.

 As Grace miserably juggled the flying items, only spreading the disaster further, she heard her answering machine kick in, "Hi, this is Grace, I can't get to the phone right now so please leave a message...."

 "This is Jake Maslin.  We met today at work.  Twice.  I intended to discuss certain matters with you, but you left too early this afternoon for me to speak with you.  Please be in my office at nine am sharp on Monday morning, and we will settle a few things then."

 From the terse tone of his voice, it wasn't going to be a comfortable interview.

 Grace huddled on her bed as the double-chocolate slowly melted onto the carpet. Some things are beyond the power of ice-cream.





Excerpt from Of Demons and Nerds by Jack Crosby:

Oh my heavens. As we walked into the convention center, the amount of people dressed up in different costumes was absolutely absurd. Grown-ass people dressed up as cartoon characters and other pop culture figures.

And I was one of them.

Derrick was beside himself with happiness. “The creator of The Electric Mile video game will be hosting a Q and A soon. I totally want to check that out.”

I found the sign he was looking at. Video games weren't my thing so I had no clue who Jack Crosby was. Before I could ask any questions, Derrick's hand grabbed mine and we were off. He navigated the mass of people like a pro—like a celestial being who'd been around humans way too long.

There was a small line of people walking into the room designated for this little get together. We walked in with them, taking a seat in the back. At least the lights were out.

The guy presenting wasn't here yet. Seeing this as an opportunity, my hand snuck over into Derrick's lap. It didn't take much to rub his cock into an erection.

“Roxanne, what are you doing?” he asked in a hushed voice.

“Shhhh, just enjoy this while we wait.”

That got him quiet. My hand continued to work until the bulge wasn’t getting any harder. A quick snap of a button and flick of a zipper and Derrick’s cock was out. It was warm, firm, and ready for me to do my work. My slow strokes were just what the doctor ordered; the head of the hard on mushrooming in my hand. It would only be a matter of time until it exploded white, sticky seed on me.

“Oh momma,” he moaned quietly.

Faster and faster I stroked, my own excitement building, too. With nothing in my way, my eyes lit up in excitement as I intently watched it get closer and closer to blowing.

My mouth dove forward as the first drops of cum spurt out, slamming into the back of my throat. Over and over my mouth took in the entire length of his member. I couldn't get enough of it racing down my throat.

“I'm sorry, but it appears that this session is going to be cancelled.” Someone was talking but I didn't see or care who it was.

What I did hear was people leaving their seats, so I sat up quickly and tried to rearrange Derrick and I so it wasn't blatantly obvious that I'd just given him a blow job.




Excerpt from The Doctor’s Companion by Katie Douglas:

“The Prezondians are taking all the children of Earth. Look.”

Leanne looked. “Evan!” she shrieked. She tried to step out of the phone box, seemingly ignorant of the concept of gravity, and the Surgeon hauled her back in.

“No.”

“I have to get to him! He’s my son!

Then, to the Surgeon’s immense surprise, she kissed him on the lips. It felt good. Sparks of warmth filled his mouth as her firm lips pressed against his. She knew what she was doing. He’d never been with a human woman in her mid-thirties, before, and now he realized what he was missing. She was an incredible kisser.

As the moment spun out, his cock began to grow hard and he groaned. She was showing no signs of stopping. Eventually, but extremely reluctantly, he grasped her shoulders and pushed her away. She stared at him with her mouth open like a baby whose candy just got taken away.

“No. You don’t want this,” he told her.

“Yeah I do!” she replied.

“No, listen, it’s the gas. The Prezondians released gas into the air. Remember? They’re trying to keep everyone distracted. I’ll move Verity onto their ship so we can get to the bottom of all this.”

He went to the console and pressed some buttons. Leanne followed him, and put her hands in the back pockets of his pants. He inhaled sharply and tried to stay focused.

“Are you saying there’s some sort of dangerous, sexy, seductive gas in the air and you still don’t want me?” she asked in a husky but slightly disappointed voice.

“I’m immune. Must be my alien metabolism.” He almost barked his response because she’d moved her hands into his front pants pockets, and now it was difficult to breathe because she was stroking his cock through the thin lining of his pockets.

“Cock. Verity’s not working. The Prezondians must have done something that’s affected her, too. I need to use your wool to fix it.”

“Why do you need the yarn?” She continued stroking through his pockets.

“Are you serious? Some of the best technological developments in the galaxy are made from knitted yarn! There are entire spaceships made out of it with the ability to fold time and space around them.”

She leaned in and nuzzled his neck. “You know, a better answer would have been to tell me you wanted the yarn to tie me up with,” she pouted.

He raised a brow; she was so determined. He smartly grasped her wrists and pulled them out of his pockets. “Maybe I’ll tie you up and spank you when this is all over. Show you what happens to women who can’t take saving the planet seriously.”





September 24, 2018

Libby Campbell is visiting with her newest release, TRUSTING INGRID, book 3 in her Romancing The Coast series.  "Perfect summer read"  "So, so good" are just a few of the things readers have said about this emotional read!



Ingrid soon learns that big girls do cry, especially when they have very sore bottoms

AMAZON










Ingrid Nickel doesn’t want to go into rehab. Again. She tried it once but it didn’t work.


When she meets Lachlan Morrison, the connection is electric. She sees a handsome man, directing and challenging, who won’t be intimidated by a powerful woman like her. He sees a woman whose bluster and sarcasm is a cover for something deep inside her that is badly broken.


The daughter of a grifter, Ingrid has grown up street-wise and lawless. Lachlan has rescued more than one creature whose bark was worse than its bite.

Will his stern, loving magic work on Ingrid?



Publishers note: Although loosely part of a series, this spicy romance can be read as a stand alone story. It includes scenes of domestic discipline and power exchanges.



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Excerpt 

This simmering hot man needed a direct challenge.

“Who’s going to tan this backside?” Ingrid teased, punctuating her comment with a light slap to her own bottom.

Lachlan grabbed her right wrist, trapping her in front of him. His free hand rested on her left breast.

“I am,” he said. “In fact, when you bring me back from the airport, I’ll spank you as soon as you step out of line, just to let you know who’s boss.”

Desire exploded through Ingrid, but she didn’t want him to know it. Her libido had been dead for so long, she didn’t think anything could wake it up but here it was, in full force saying, shag this man.

She pulled away from him, rubbing her wrist as though he’d injured her somehow. He hadn’t. Not at all. She was rubbing her wrist, so she wouldn’t lose the feeling of his hand on it too quickly.

For weeks she’d been counting the dreary hours and minutes since her last drink.

Now she had something to look forward to. She’d be counting the hours until it was time to pick up the sexy man who kissed like a god.

Marine pilot.

Dangerous job. Brave man.

Surely she wouldn’t frighten him away.



Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books:



The Romancing the Coast Series

Seeing Ronnie.(Book 1)

Holding Cynthia (Book 2)



A Time For Will



Simon in Charge – 3 book boxset



More about Libby Campbell:



Libby Campbell’s stories celebrate romance with a spicy power exchange. Her women are strong and challenge the powerful men who love them.

Libby has lived all over Canada, but the best decision of her life was when she moved to Australia to marry her leading man. After many years there, they moved back to the Pacific Northwest. They now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.

Libby’s passions are reading and writing. She also loves hiking and an occasional night of dancing.



Connect with Libby Campbell on social media:



Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell


Follow her on Twitter: @LibbyC26




August 28, 2018

Ashe Barker has teamed up with Katy Swann to gift us with a new contemporary erotic suspense/sports/romance.  You won't want to miss checking out THE MASTER - hot new release!






  Olympic glory and her dream Dom … has she found the one man who can fulfil both roles?


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 (and it’s FREE to read on Kindle Unlimited)


Blurb


After her long-time taekwondo instructor passes away suddenly, Jodie Price is certain her dreams of Olympic glory have been dashed, and she is thrilled when bold, handsome coach Dylan Atkins offers his help. But Dylan’s training regimen will be more rigorous than anything Jodie has experienced before, and she quickly discovers that he is a firm believer in strict discipline.





When she is caught drinking in defiance of Dylan’s rules, Jodie soon finds herself sobbing and promising to do better as she is thoroughly paddled. Dylan’s stern correction arouses her deeply, however, and it isn’t long before he takes her in his arms and masters her completely. But though his skilled, dominant lovemaking leaves her utterly spent and satisfied, will Jodie trust him enough to tell him the truth when a powerful sponsor tries to use their romance to blackmail her?



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



Author Synopsis



Life can’t get any better, can it?



Jodie Price has landed a hot new taekwondo coach and the offer of sponsorship to get her to the Tokyo Olympics. She needs to be at peak physical fitness for the qualifying championships so she’s more than willing to promise there’ll be no more drinking or partying until after the selection is over. But she can’t resist one last fling before the work starts in earnest. After all, one night at her favourite BDSM club won’t do any harm…



But she hadn’t bargained on her sexy new coach being a dom, and when she literally bumps into Dylan Atkins at the club he’s determined to show her that he’s her master, in the dungeon as well as in the dojang. A hard spanking settles the matter.



Jodie and Dylan agree to put their relationship on hold and concentrate on their sport, but they can’t keep their hands off each other. It’s not long before Jodie ends up in his bed with her ass burning from another punishment. Their relationship deepens, and Jodie’s life seems perfect as she sets her sights firmly on making it to Tokyo with Team GB.



But when she discovers that the very person she thought of as her saviour is out to destroy her career with blackmail and threats she doesn’t know where to turn. Worse, the repercussions are affecting her relationship with Dylan. Suddenly, she has a lot more to lose than just her dreams of Olympic gold.


Excerpt
The deal settled, Dylan glanced about and spotted a vacant spanking bench a few yards away. He offered her his hand, and she took it.
“House safewords, okay?” He gestured to Jodie to assume the position on the bench.


“Red, yellow, green. Yes, that’s fine, Master Dylan. Do… do you want me to undress?”


Dylan seriously doubted that, once out of that dress, she’d be going back into it any time soon. “What do you have on under it?”
“Just a thong, Sir.”
“That’ll be fine.” He was already pushing the boundaries. He had no intention of touching her. A thong would preserve some sliver of modesty whilst offering no protection from his paddle.
He waited until she was draped across the top of the bench, then crouched to secure the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Given that she wanted this spanking, the restraints weren’t needed for practical purposes, but she’d mentioned she enjoyed being tied up, so why not?
“Comfortable?”
“Yes, Master Dylan. Thank you.”
He peeled back the scrap of red latex that purported to make up the skirt of her dress and rolled it up to her waist. The thong beneath was made of bright red satin and disappeared between the rounded cheeks of her delectable ass. He could just make out the darker patch between her thighs that betrayed her arousal.
Good. That makes two of us.
A selection of spanking implements was displayed on the wall behind the bench. Dylan already had a good idea what he intended to use but took his time over making his choice. His little newbie sub would benefit from the wait. Eventually, he lifted down a paddle made of polished wood. It was of medium weight and would deliver a resounding, heavy stroke, more of a thud than a slap really. It would make plenty of noise, and he knew that would add considerably to the experience for Jodie.
“This is going to smart, but you’ll be fine for practice on Monday. That’s almost three days away.”
“Th-thank you.” She clenched her buttocks in anticipation as he took up position behind her.
“Ten strokes. You can count them if you like.”
“Only ten?” She shifted on the bench. “I usually manage more than that.”
Was that a note of disappointment in her voice? Dylan grinned. She’ll learn.
“We’re dealing in quality here, not quantity. Ten will be ample, I assure you.”
“Oh, but—”
“Are you ready, Jodie?” He tapped her upturned buttock with the flat of the paddle.
“Yes, Sir. I’m ready. I… Oh!”
She let out a satisfying squeal when he dropped the first stroke across her right cheek. The outline of the paddle bloomed in bright red across her creamy skin.
Pretty as a picture, he thought.
“Are you counting, Jodie?”
“What? Oh, yes. One, Sir.” Her voice was considerably less even now, her breath coming in short, quick pants. Oh, yes, she would most certainly learn.
He shifted slightly and raised the paddle again.


Jodie yelped, shrieked, writhed in the restraints. This will be a memorable lesson, he reflected as she counted out the next three strokes, whimpering between each one.
He spread the spanks evenly across her buttocks. Each cheek now bloomed beautifully, her gorgeous globes clenching and quivering as he selected his spot for the next slap.
The sound made by the paddle was sublime. A swift whistle as it whooshed through the air, then a deep, resonating thud when it connected with her flesh. From her squeals and grunts it was obvious Jodie appreciated the finer qualities of the implement; in particular, its ability to deliver a serious and memorable lesson with little in the way of aftereffects.

 
About Ashe Barker
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

About Katy Swann

Katy lives in Kent, UK with her husband, three children and three cats. She writes erotic BDSM romance with a strong emphasis on Dominance and submission. Katy explores both the emotional and sexual elements of D/s, with Doms that are firm but caring and submissives that are strong and feisty. 

She loves the 4 C’s: cats, chocolate, champagne and coffee. When she’s not writing she spends her time as a glorified taxi driver for her children and even finds time now and then to indulge in her interests, which include Tai Chi, dance, music, aviation and reading. 

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August 15, 2018


Kryssie Fortune joins me today with a glimpse inside her new paranormal, TO WED A WEREWOLF.  Shapeshifter romances are hot, and so is Kryssie's tantalizing read!



 

Blurb


Sylvie's more human librarian than half-blood Fae princess and she definitely prefers books to men. Then, she learns her unwanted Lykae fiancée is marrying someone else. If she doesn't stop the wedding, the Fae will resume the border war with the Werewolf nation. A high-handed Lykae security guard blocks her every move, and when her plans go awry, she's kidnapped, stripped, and bound for his pleasure.

Caleb the Cold, King of the Lykae, will do anything to make his younger brother's wedding special--even pretend he's a security guard and kidnap his brother's former fiancée. Punishing her is pure pleasure, until he realizes she's his mate. Now he needs to woo the woman he's tormented to the edge of madness, but is it too late to claim her heart, and make her his?





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OR READ FOR FREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED.

Excerpt

“I need to speak with Prince Giles,” she begged, her voice a needy whimper.
He landed a light slap on her behind. “Now, sweetness, I don’t want to hear another man’s name on your lips. Still, give me your oath and accept me as your overlord, and I may permit it. Once they’re back from their honeymoon.”
“Flaming arrogant wolf.” She kicked out in fury. “Just cut me loose and go chew on a bone or something.”
“Perhaps you need more time to consider, or maybe I should continue our game. Maybe a little pain will heighten your pleasure.”
He pulled a knife from nowhere and cut the rope above her wrists. She’d hoped he meant to set her free, but he tossed her facedown on the bed. He lay atop her—a solid wall of muscle that pinned her to the mattress and made her feel like the filling in a bed-meets-Lykae sandwich. As she wriggled and squirmed beneath him, her nipples sank into the mattress; then he spread-eagled her arms and bound them to the bedposts.
“My brother will have your pelt for this,” Sylvie snarled, “and I’ll wear it like a goddamn cloak.”
His teeth snapped shut with an audible clatter. “I guarantee you’ll wear me, sweetness, but you’ll learn to mind me first.”
He sat on the bed and slid his legs beneath her slender body. With infinite patience, he positioned her across his lap, then ran a gentle hand over her panties. Okay, her wolf-man liked it kinky, but as long as he let her come, she could live with that. Nervous, eager, and helpless, she ground her hips against him.
“Tempting me, sweetness? Sorry, but your power games don’t work on me.”
A sudden slap on her ass sent pain shooting though her and heightened her need. She couldn’t enjoy this, could she? He hurt and humiliated her, but her body thrashed with desire, and her hips gyrated over his dick. Another sharp slap made her shudder, but her pride came to her rescue, and she never made a sound. A third made her bite her tongue until blood filled her mouth. She held her breath and waited, but how could she want this? Somehow she’d escape him; then her brother would kill him and serve up his entrails on a plate.
“Don’t be stubborn, sweetness. Just ask me to stop.”
She tensed and said nothing. Four, five, and six left her butt bruised and hurting, but seven started a tingling heat that spread over her ass and into her pussy. She wanted to hate him, but eight had her moaning. Nine made her hips rotate and hunt for his prick, and ten… Oh God, ten was an avalanche of pain that pushed her to the edge of something momentous and huge.
“Damn it, Sylvie.” He stopped abruptly; then he rubbed his hand over her butt, soothing where he’d just spanked, “You drive me insane.”
Insane? She felt the madness inside him, and while she knew he wanted her body, she didn’t understand why she wanted him just as badly—not after the way he insulted and humiliated her. Sex. It had to come down to sex.

Caleb ran the strawberry over her lips, and her hunger won out over her bravado. Just as she was about to sink her teeth into the sweet fruit, he pulled it away and took a bite. Her glare condemned him more than any words, but he just laughed and offered her another. When she ate from his hand, the delicate touch of her lips on his palm made him crave her mouth on his cock. He’d never thought feeding a woman could be such a sensual treat.
His inner wolf growled when she turned her head away, but he stood back and studied her boyish hips and firm, round breasts. “Now you’ve eaten my strawberry, I should feast on yours.”
He watched her eyes widen in mock innocence; then she shook her head and tried to back away—not that she could when the rope held her wrists firmly in place. Caleb dropped to his knees before her, ran his hands up her inner thighs, and nudged them apart. She tried to keep them closed, but he shook his head and pushed them back open before he buried his tongue in her cunt. His natural wolf settled immediately, concentrating on pleasing its mate, but its hackles rose when she played innocent and tried to step out of reach.
He punished her with a resounding slap on her ass, but his natural wolf growled and tried to break free. Even his primal wolf form wanted to protect her—from himself. She squealed in surprise and excitement, but her panties were already damp with desire—for him. He laved her sweet-tasting pussy until she thrashed and writhed in her bonds, then shoved her panties aside with his tongue and sucked on her clit.
He lifted his head and growled, “Mine.”
Her eyes glazed, and her body trembled, but he backed off before she could come. She shivered at his every touch or lick, and her nipples had pearled into sweet strawberries just like the one he’d fed her—and Gods, he needed a taste. He loved how her hips undulated against him and her breath caught in her throat.
“Please,” she begged, “I can’t take any more. Just let me come.”
She looked wicked, wanton, and desperate, so beautiful his resolve melted like ice cream on a sunny day. Surely his Fae princess would surrender soon. He was a warrior who understood the battle of the sexes—and he was an alpha wolf who never lost a fight.

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Author Bio

Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons. 
Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.

Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.

Titles by Kryssie Fortune


Scattered Siblings – a series of standalone paranormal romance

To Wed a Werewolf
To Break a Warrior King’s Curse
To Mate a Werewolf
To Seduce an Omega
Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf

Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge - a series of standalone romances featuring former soldiers

Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine
Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff
Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor
Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier

Standalone Romances

Dominated by the Dragon
Taken by Twin Doms
One Knight Stand
Giving it up for the Gods
Wickedly Used

July 22, 2018

Daryl Devore returns with another hot excerpt to share from her newest title, TWO O'CLOCK WITH THE BILLIONAIRE.  Readers can't seem to get enough of these delicious mega-rich guys!

 
Arianne’s just regular girl pushed into a corner and desperately looking for a way out.


Blurb and Buy Links

Two O’clock with the Billionaire is Daryl Devoré’s latest hot romance. A contemporary romance sweetened with a bit of vanilla sexcapades.

Where Derek Davenport is concerned, women only had one thing in mind: trap him into a marriage. The perfect way out? Hire a courtesan. While partying with his buddies he places an online ad that reads – Woman Wanted.

Unemployed and nearing financial desperation, Arianne is forced to step out of her comfort zone and answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With minimal hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to a handsome billionaire.

Their sexual antics cause emotions neither is willing to admit it. Will Arianne and Derek drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title A Kept Woman.







Excerpt:

Puzzled by, but acutely aware of, the obsession that had overtaken Arianne, Derek slid his tongue along the outer edges of her folds. Fluttering little licks, he teased her. He could taste and smell the mixture of his sperm, her juices, and seawater. When he touched her clitoris, her body tensed. It was as if she had never released herself in their lovemaking. He could sense she was as aroused now as when he had her in the water. With the tip his tongue he flicked at her. Each touch brought a hissing release as if a whip had caressed her skin.

The muscles in his jaw and neck began to scream, but he didn’t stop. Arianne’s hips rocked to and fro. Glancing up he could see her erect nipples, hardened from her inflamed passion. Her eyes were closed. Her face contorted with an emotion he couldn’t fathom. Her chest rose and fell with each pant. With an unexpected suddenness, she released his head, allowing it to fall back onto the wet sand.

She pulled away and rotated one-hundred and eighty degrees then slipped his semi-hard cock into her mouth. Gripping him like a vice, she slid her wet lips along his shaft, urging him, forcing him to become aroused. Her hands alternated between tenderly squeezing and rolling his testicles to dragging her nails along his inner thighs. At last she had achieved her goal. He was fully erect and fully aroused. He struggled to get up, but Arianne stopped him. She pressed his shoulders into the sand.”

She dropped onto him, banging her buttocks onto his stomach. Derek tried to thrust up into her, but Arianne grabbed a testicle and softly directed, “Don’t move.”

He froze in obedience.

With a controlled dominance in her tone, Arianne said, “Look at me. I want to watch your eyes as you come. I want to see the burning desire in your soul and I want to see the moment it’s released.”

She raised herself dragging her wet sex up and down his shaft. With her index and middle fingers, she held herself open so he could watch himself slide in and out of her. She used her other hand to fondle her clitoris, ever so gently so she would not climax until she’d tortured him.

Derek’s eyes closed. “Arianne,” he moaned.

“Beg, Derek. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.”



Bio and Social Media

Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.



Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

























June 29, 2018

Juliette Banks (aka Rachel de Vine) is celebrating a new release-REMEMBERING ROXY!  The hot cover alone makes this one worth checking out.  Thanks for sharing with us, Juliette.





He paused for a few seconds, bending over me and whispering into my ear. “It feels so much better after a thrashed behind, doesn’t it?




Blurb







Roxy is a modern, independent, kick-ass woman, who hides a secret desire—she likes a bit of spice in the bedroom. Will she ever meet a man who can satisfy her desires, without expecting her full submission?






Oliver is a man who loves some kink in his life, but doesn’t want to be tied down by a possessive woman. He also has a secret life that doesn’t bode well for a long-term relationship.



When they meet the attraction between them is immediate and electrifying. They are both amazed by their chemistry. But Oliver’s secret life takes an unexpected turn and threatens their relationship as well as his life. Can they find each other again? Or will their relationship be doomed to failure?



Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of danger, action, adventure, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.


Excerpt



Instinctively I walked over to the sliding glass doors to admire the view—the Thames sparkling with the reflections of thousands of lights from surrounding tall buildings. Oliver leaned over and opened the catch, sliding the door open so I could step outside. I leaned over the glass balcony wall, topped by a dull stainless steel railing along its length. It wasn’t just to admire the view though. I had a crazy feeling of utter abandonment—wanting the evening to jump to a new level, and to embrace whatever happened whole-heartedly. Maybe I was being foolish on this first date, but I was more than willing to take a gamble. Let the dice fall where they will.

Perhaps Oliver sensed this for he pressed his body against my back and I shivered with desire. I couldn’t help a light groan pass my lips in anticipation of what was to come. Oliver was silent. He clearly wasn’t going to waste time on sweet nothings—not when action was required—by both of us.

He backed off slightly and his hands went down my legs to the hem of my dress, which he pulled up smoothly. Oh, this guy’s no amateur. He slid it the length of my body and I obliged by raising my arms to allow it to pass over my head. Was there anyone watching nearby? I totally didn’t care by then.

Oliver stepped back for a few seconds, clearly enjoying the view. I, wanting to improve the view still further, bent a little more over the rail in my black thong, bra and stockings, so my well-toned bottom (thank God for those gym sessions) was pushed out towards him. Would he read the subliminal message and smack my arse? He did. We seemed to be communicating without words quite well.

His hand landed, without warning, on my right cheek. I sucked in air. Boy, was I ready for it. He didn’t pause for long. His hand struck my left cheek; the sound of the contact with my flesh was alone enough to send a current of electricity through my pussy. I gave a low groan.

“Does it excite you to be spanked out here, within sight and earshot of my neighbours?”

“Yes.” I didn’t want to waste time talking either. I wanted him to continue what he’d started.

He continued to spank me hard, pausing for just a second or two between each stroke. I pushed my bottom out still further, in an invitation for him to continue. He stopped for just a few seconds to rip off his jacket and let it fall to the floor.

“What a fabulous arse you have. You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” I couldn’t pretend, but I found it hard to speak right now. Instead I gave a light groan and he laughed. “Thought so.” I’d lost count of how many strokes I’d received, but my bottom was beginning to glow. I still wasn’t ready to stop, and I suspected that when I did, he might go on just a little longer, to show me he was in control and not me.

He stopped. “Spread your legs further. You’re too tall for me in those shoes. But don’t take them off. They’re sexy.”



About Me:



Juliette Banks is my other writing name. You may also know me as Rachel de Vine. I love writing erotic romance, where my characters have lots of exciting erotic moments, but still believe in love and romance—because I am a romantic myself.



When I’m not writing, I love to travel, read and enjoy my beautiful garden in my home in the heart of England. I love to hear from my readers, so feel free to contact me on my links below.





How to find Juliette Banks

Website: www.racheldevineauthor.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/juliettebanksauthor/

Amazon Author Page: 

https://www.amazon.com/Juliette-Banks/e/B01K0EIMNW


Twitter: www.twitter.com/juliettebanksuk






















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