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December 10, 2017

Olivia Starke joins me this week with her hot release, TAMING HIS VIRGIN WIFE.  Book one of Olivia's Devil's Creek Ranch series is a sweet, erotic romance with elements of power exchange that is sure to please readers as much as this tantalizing excerpt.




Can Lucas’ discipline and love heal the wounds of Melody’s past?

#TamingHisVirginWife, #DD, #spanking, #OliviaStarke, #ContemporaryRomance, #WesternRomance, #DevilCreekRanch, #BlushingBooks



Sales Blurb:

Melody:
I never expected forever when I married Lucas all those years ago. It was a dare, encouraged by one too many vodka shots. It’s surprising neither of us annulled the marriage. But the truth is, I can’t be a wife, not to any man, not even to sweet, wonderful Lucas, thanks to the monsters of my past that still haunt me to this day.

By some miracle, when I was desperate to save my brother, Lucas reappeared in my life. Lucas, who’d helped me so many times in the six months I’d shared his home as a sixteen-year-old foster kid. I had little choice but to take his offer—move with him to his Wyoming ranch and be his wife, for real this time. Lucas doesn’t know the reason I need the money, and it’s a secret I can’t tell.

Lucas:
Running into Melody in an Iowa bar seemed like fate. And when I heard she’s in trouble, I have to help her, because I’ve always felt protective over Melody. In my heart, she’s always been mine.

Now, that she’s with me at Devil Creek Ranch, I find it impossible to ignore the feelings I’ve carried for her since I was a seventeen-year-old kid. I want a wife, a partner in life as well as in my bed, but I know Melody is hiding something from me. Something I fear may drive us apart in the end.



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



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Excerpt  (Adult)

When he reached for her, she sucked in a quick breath expecting to feel his fingertips on her heated flesh. Instead he gripped the waistband of her pajamas bottoms, dragging them down, first over her hips, then he dropped to his knees before her as he pushed them down her legs and to the floor. She stared at the top of his head, his dark hair glistened in the lamplight. The tickling brush of his fingertips grazed the sides of her calf muscles before he started a slow trail back up. Pausing midway, his fingers traced tiny circles on the sides of her knees while his hot, damp breath warmed her stomach.



It was the sweetest agony she had ever known. Her pussy tightened, aching to be touched. She dug her fingers into his hair and pleaded with him in moans. His lips brushed her stomach, his hands closed around her thighs, and just when she thought the torture couldn’t be more exquisite his mouth found her nipple. She gasped as he gently pinched the sensitive nub with his teeth, before he lapped at it with his tongue. She couldn’t take this. Her legs were ready to give out, and as her knees buckled, in one swift move he had her on the bed.



This time his kiss had none of the finesse from before. No longer a seduction, it was hungry, urgent, demanding. She raked her nails down his back, and he grunted, thrusting his hips against her. She was coming undone. This was nothing like she had imagined. She recalled explicit tales girlfriends had told her about sex. But it seemed none of them had experienced the madness that had overtaken her. She broke from Lucas’ kiss and nipped his neck and then his shoulder. He growled, and his hand slipped between them to roughly massage her breast. She arched, pressing into the touch.



She had wanted to make love to him. She imagined long, slow kisses, and tentative caresses. She had never imagined this dark, aggressive craving that overtook her. She didn’t want tender touches and gentle caresses. She wanted to know his strength and feel the power within those muscles. An animalistic urge to be dominated by him overtook her and she closed her teeth over the skin of his shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. 



Author Bio: Olivia is an editor, book hoarder, cat wrangler, horse whisperer, and professional storyteller. She lives in the beautiful Missouri Ozarks and can often be found outside, enjoying the country life.

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December 4, 2017

I'm thrilled to welcome Kathryn Blake this week who is giving us a hint at her upcoming release, A NAUGHTY NEW YEAR, which is part of the MISCHIEF AND MISTLETOE anthology.  This domestic discipline romance is sure to put you in a holiday mood when you read about the consequences pregnant Kelly faces after disobeying her husband, Jim's order not to drink alcohol to celebrate the new year!   




New Year's Eve was meant for celebrating, wasn't it?




BDSM, Ds, Spanking Romance, novella, anthology, New Year, Holiday, consequences, discipline,



Blurb:

Kelly Evans is nearly six months pregnant when her Dom husband, Jim, suggests they invite their closest friends over for a private New Year's Eve party. Just a friendly get together, nothing kinky, and no champagne for either of the girls, since Kelly's friend, Tiffany, was a month along further than she was. Given it's New Year's Eve, Kelly feels Jim's no-champagne edict isn't fair, but Jim warns her if she goes against his wishes, she will be punished. Though Kelly understands Jim's reasoning, she still feels he's merely being over-protective, and as much as she loves him a sip of champagne never hurt anyone. That is until now.

Excerpt  – Prepare for the cane (D/s PG13)



When the other couple had left, Kelly regarded Jim with an uncertain look. "Would you have really punished Tiffany if she'd stayed?"

"You ever hear me make an idle threat?"

"No, Sir."

"I'd say you got your answer, then. Why don't we go to bed? We can clean up in the morning."

"Bed?"

"Bedroom," he corrected. "You and I have some unfinished business to see to before we go to sleep. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Are you angry?" she asked softly.

Jim understood Kelly sought some reassurance from him, but he'd already buffered his response quite a bit in the kitchen and wasn't sure further comforting would be in her best interest. So, he folded his arms across his chest and stared down at her. "No. Not angry. Did you drink champagne tonight?"

"Yes, Sir." She bent her head as her voice emerged with the tentativeness of a frightened child. "Then, I suggest you go ready yourself while I fetch the cane."

Her head snapped up. "Cane? But you said you'd use your hand."

"No. I only stated the number you'd be receivin', not how I intended to deliver 'em."





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BIO

Although Kathryn is relatively new to the spanking romance market, she is not new to stories where the hero spanks the heroine.  In fact, most of her novels have some sort of spanking in them.  However, even in Kathryn's novels where the hero firmly believes in using spanking as a deterrent, he has no desire to cause the heroine injury and takes no delight in hurting the woman of his heart.  In fact, sometimes he finds it extremely difficult to follow through on his threats or promises.

To date, all of her heroes are dominant, alpha males who are extremely protective of the women they love.  However, part of that protectiveness includes the need for a certain amount of control.  They do not suffer defiance or disobedience lightly. Even so, these men aren't infallible, and they do make mistakes, but love and respect will always triumph in the end.

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November 27, 2017

Anita Philmar joins me this week with a tantalizing look at book 1 in her new shapeshifter, syfy romance series, BANISHED.  BANISHED HERO is sure to please readers of both genres - enjoy!



                Can a lost princess find her way home?


Blurb:

With no memory of her past, Faye Lynn Berton clings to a father who curses her ability to shape-shift, then uses her special skill to scam local villagers. The only freedom she knows comes as she soars through the sky in falcon form. A chance meeting with another changling turns her world upside down. Beyond satisfying the powerful sexual cravings that follow transformation, he reveals a surprising dimension of sex between their kind…one to unlock the secrets of her soul.

Havyn Westmore has questions…Faye Lynn holds the answers. Determined to unravel her secrets, he must strives to gain her freedom and trust. Teaching her the finer techniques of transformation keeps her close while sex strengthens their bond. But on the trail of discovery, Havyn must confront his own past. Accused of a heinous crime, he was banned from his homeland. Now, he must choose between returning to face certain execution—or robbing Faye Lynn of her birthright and a life in Paradise.

Read a  Long Excerpt

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Excerpt

“Why don’t you tell me your name?” He shifted his weight to one elbow, and his other hand eased over her stomach. His fingers combed the crisp, dark curls of her sex.
Her breath caught on a small gasp. “Faye Lynn.”
“Tell me, where do you come from?” He toyed with her brown bush, stroking, combing, and taking slow steps to the wet lips of her heat.
“I, uh...” Her hand gripped his bicep, while the other one clutched his shoulder. Short little pants escaped her lips, showing her eagerness for his touch. “We, uh, moved around a lot.”
“And what shape-shifter forms can you take?” His index finger traced the seam of her pussy.
“Oh, I...” She arched her hips, begging him to ease the fire burning within her. “I would really love for you to shut up and make my senses soar.”
He slid his body along hers until the rough texture of his chin massaged the soft white swell of her breasts. “But where should I touch you first? Here?” He licked her nipple. “Or much lower?” He nuzzled his finger between her slick folds and into her tight wet cunt. Greedy muscles tightened.
His loins swelled. He edged his legs farther apart to gain more room for his growing cock.
“Either. Both.” She lifted her breast to his lips. “I want it all.”
A throaty laugh bubbled up from his chest. Over a decade had passed since he’d shared his body with a shape-shifter, especially one who matched his animal lust. He closed his mouth around her nipple, teasing the stiff berry with his teeth and sucking on the tip, and then he released her. His taste buds wept with the desire to taste the rich cream of her pussy.
“Like that?”
“Yes, but more,” she panted.
“More.” Havyn nodded and returned to his task. Licking her nipples first, he fanned his breath against her sensitive skin then wrapped his lips around the swell of her breast.
He stroked and teased her needy flesh. His fingers glided in and out, but he ignored the hard nub begging for his attention and the hard throbbing of his cock.
“Oh...please,” she whispered on a rushed breath.
The fragrant scent of her sex fed his desire, drew him like a beacon to her heat. One hand took the place of his lips, and he kneaded her breast with his fingers. He placed tiny kisses on her stomach and circled her navel with his tongue. Her small hands dug through his hair, exciting the nerve endings. He worked his way over her belly until his chin nudged her inner thighs.
He speared the tiny bud of her desire with his tongue. She screamed. The animal cry echoed through the trees and spiked his untamed lust. A second finger slid easily into her vagina, causing her to writhe.
Her back arched. She lifted her hips in the air.
He marveled at her response, brushed his hands over her firm buttock, and squeezed. Like the doe that died a short time earlier to feed his hunger for food, this woman called another primitive passion from him, one of lust.
Other Books in the Banished Series
Banished Scoundrel
Banished Witch
Banished – 3 books in one

Some of Anita’s other Titles
Black Dragon’s Blood
In Deep Water
In Too Deep
Duty's Bride
More Than Ready
A Cowboy's Pleasure
The Country Doctor's Bride



Bio for Anita Philmar

Anita Philmar 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 old movies, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where special moments come to life in a great read.

Naughty or Nice?

Read her books and decide.




Email: anitaphilmar@yahoo.com







November 19, 2017







Title – Between Despair and Ecstasy


Book 3 of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy


Release Date – October, 20, 2017


Publisher – eXtasy Books

Author – Daryl Devoré 

Genre – hot rock star romance

#Daryl Devore, #Between Despair and Ecstasy, #hotread, #rockstar #romance

Blurb

Concerned for his fiancée’s safety, rock star Darien Scott races to Bangkok to protect Erika Bailey, only to discover his brother is missing. Fearing the worst, he contacts his nemesis, Gan, and makes a repulsive deal that will free his brother and protect Erika’s club, The Pink Flamingo. Or so he thinks. When a python and Gan are involved, things go sour, and Darien sinks into a deep depression.

Erika is disheartened by the betrayal of her parents. Her father's destruction of her club and the humiliation of her mother’s drunken behavior have her feeling down, but those are the least of her worries. She has a wedding to plan, but won’t. Having been betrayed too often, she’s scared to trust Darien.

How can Erika prove to herself and Darien that she loves and trusts him? Simple. All she has to do is jump out of a plane.


Excerpt

“Yeah, I was a bit tired.” Darien waggled his eyebrows. “But now I’ve had a power nap, and my batteries are all charged up.” He lowered his mouth and pressed a soft kiss against her lips.

A small groan rumbled in her throat.

He pulled back, stroking his hand across her cheek. “What I love about you is how hot you make me and how wired you can get. Your eyes. There’s still a burning hunger in there. Your nipples are still swollen, and if I touch you…” He skimmed a finger across her bush. Her hips jerked. “See. You’re still on fire.”

“Yes!” Ericka dropped her head back onto the pillow. “I’ve had two of the most mind-blowing orgasms, but my body is craving you. Your touch. You deep inside me.”

He kissed her throat and down to her chest. He reached for both breasts, tweaking and pulling her nipples.

“Oh. Every time you touch me. I just…more.”

“More what? What do you need?”

She pushed his shoulders down. “Touch me. Lick. Suck. I need you.”

He moved down her body and settled between her legs.

Erika closed her eyes and waited, her body charged, ready to respond. She held her breath waiting for that first touch. Would he lick her? Suck her? Nip her clit?

Her hands roamed over her body, down her sides, across her stomach, and up over her breasts. That didn’t fill the need to feel his touch on her. She squirmed against the bed, pulling her legs up and opening her knees wider, giving him access to her.

Still he didn’t touch her. Heat built inside. She pulled long deep breaths. She lifted her head and glared down at him. He met her gaze and grinned, but didn’t touch her. How dare he refuse? Her hunger needed to be fed. She raised her legs and hips and dropped them over his shoulders, positioning her pussy next to his mouth. “Please, Darien. Please. One touch and I’ll scream.”

Darien lapped his tongue along her clit in a single stroke. She grabbed the pillow and released a loud hiss. “Again.”

He repeated his move. She repeated her reaction.

She placed her feet on his shoulders and pushed away. “On your back.”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”



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October 19, 2017

                           A Time For Will

                                        by

                              Libby Campbell







Release date:  October 19th, 2017 by Blushing Books


Genre / keywords: Time travel romance. Erotic romance.


Total length: 48,000


Buy links – Amazon – available on KU


 #timetravel #romance #western #erotica #HEA #alphahero #KindleUnlimited  #OTK #HEA



Blurb:

 Identical twins, Verity and Felicity (Lissie) Pettigrew inherit an abandoned farm in the remote hills of the Methow Valley. Little do the twins know, but their windfall harbors a secret. While exploring the old barn, Verity stumbles into a hidden portal and is instantly transported more than one hundred years into the past.

In 1885, on the same farm, Will Dawson is saddling his horse when a disturbance in a corner of the barn catches his attention. In his haste to rescue the gorgeous woman in the center of the disturbance, Will is flung far into the future.

Meanwhile, Lissie arrives on the farm looking for Verity, but finds the handsome, slightly suspicious cowboy instead. From their first words to one another, sparks fly.

 Lissie’s modern manners and profane language offend Will. His solution? Some old-fashioned discipline delivered on the spot. 

Affronted by Will’s distinctly un-twenty-first century approach to male/female relationships, Lissie challenges his authority at every turn in spite of nearly always ending up over his knee.

 Meanwhile, Verity must deal with life in 1885. Although accepted into Will’s family, she longs to get back to the 21st century and the man she loves.


Can Will live in a future in which progress comes at the price of everything he holds dear? Can Lissie win him over, and teach him that women can be independent and willful but still soft and sexy? Will Verity find her way back to the man she loves?

 Publishers note: This stand alone love story includes scenes of domestic discipline and spicy romance.


 
Excerpt
The man was tall, over six feet, with broad shoulders and a slim waist. Clean-shaven with intense silver-grey eyes, he didn’t look happy to see them. This had to be another one of Verity’s practical jokes. His denim jeans, leather vest with deep pockets, and old-fashioned Stetson were straight from a costume store. His thin cotton shirt hugged him like a second skin, emphasizing his buff body. The only worrying detail was the gun and holster set.
Lissie pointed her chin at the revolver in his hand. “That’s not a very nice way to greet your hosts,” she said, trying to ignore the blood pounding in her ears. Verity had pulled some major pranks in her time but this was the first time she’d hired an actor to point a gun at her sisters. At least Verity had hired a hottie for this job.
“Who are you? Why are the two of you wearing men’s clothes?” The man frowned as he spoke, his slow drawl sounding out of place in the 21st century, even in this small country town.
“Who are you and what are you doing lighting fires on our land?” Lissie smiled sweetly, waiting for Verity to spring out of the bushes, yelling gotcha.
“I’m the one with the gun. Maybe you’d better start talking. My name is William Dawson. Mr. Dawson to you.”
“We’re innocent cowgirls, looking for our sister, Mr. Dawson, sir.” Even as she heaped on the sarcasm, it started to occur to Lissie this might not be a joke. His tone had been disapproving. Impatience still clouded his eyes. That made her bolder, if only to draw his attention away from Hope. “I’m Felicity and this is my sister, Hope. That’s Felicity and Hope to you.” Now might be a time not to give him too much information, she decided.
“I’ve been here a couple of hours now and you’re the first people I’ve seen.” He kept eyeing the truck nervously.
Lissie watched him. “What’s wrong with you? Never seen an F350 before?”
“No.” He looked at the girls one more time before slipping his gun back into its holster. “I don’t even know what an F350 is.”
“C’mon,” Lissie chided. “Have you been living under a rock? An F350 is a truck. They’re everywhere. This is mine.” She pointed to the blue one she’d just hopped out of. “And this one here belongs,” she pointed to Verity’s silver pick up, “to my sister. Verity came out here earlier today. She was going to organize the kitchen and bedrooms. Tomorrow the electricians are going to turn on the electricity to the house.”
“Electricity,” Will sounded out the word, as if it was Latin or Greek. “I’ve heard of that.”
Hope burst out laughing. “Okay, Verity,” she said to the bushes, “good joke. You can come out now.”
“I told you,” he said fiercely, “I’m the only one here.”
Lissie grinned. “I believe you, cowboy.” To keep his eyes off Hope, she moved closer, swinging her hips. In case he was some sort of psycho, she needed to do everything she could to save her little sister. She moved with far more confidence than she felt. As she approached him, she caught his grass, leather, and onions scent. It was a primal smell that spoke of hard work and honest labor. It was far more appealing than she wanted it to be.
If he was part of a practical joke, she’d make Verity pay. If he was something more dangerous than that, she wanted all his attention focused on her.  “What do you do when you’re not pranking innocent girls? Are you a movie extra or something?”
He narrowed his eyes at her as she sidled her body next to his.
She brushed some dust from his shoulder. “I’ve been asking Santa for someone like you my entire life. I guess the wait was worth it.” She ran her hand over the front of his leather vest. “This is nice and soft, just like your lips, I bet.” She made a kissy face at him.
He caught her wrist. “What sort of a girl are you, talking to a man like that?” His grey eyes glinted with outrage.
“I’m a modern sort of a girl,” she said. “I take what I like.” She reached with her other hand and stroked the dark hair that curled around his ears and under his hat. “Nice.”
Before she could register what he was doing, he grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back. His long, muscular fingers held her two wrists together effortlessly.


        “I said this last night but obviously you weren’t minding me. As long as I’m here, I’m the boss.”



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)

Simon in Charge – 3 book boxset

Libby Campbell, spanking writer and mischief maker

Libby Campbell writes in the bay window of her mock-Tudor home, fueled by coffee, chocolate, and many cups of fragrant tea. Sharing a love of hiking, road trips, and an occasional night of dancing, Libby and her husband live on a rocky island in the Pacific Northwest.

Libby savors her evening bubble baths where she sings along to her favorite music, safe in the knowledge that no one can hear her. She loves all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big ones who think they are lap dogs. A woman for all seasons, Libby is happy cuddling in front of a winter fire, watching a summer sunset, listening to birds in the spring, and walking in the autumn rain.

Optimistic by nature, Libby wants a solid HEA in her reading and her writing. She writes the stories she wants to read. To see what she’s working on now, or how she formed her earlier novels, visit her Pinterest boards where she pins pictures that inspire her characters and their worlds.

Connect with Libby Campbell on social media:

Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell
Follow her on Twitter: @LibbyC26





                          Taming Lady Lydia

                                         by

                              Felicity Brandon






Category: Regency spanking romance


Publisher: Stormy Night Publications


Release date: September 8, 2017


 #EroticRomance #RegencyRomance #SpankingRomance #BDSMRomance


163,000 words HEA/Suspenseful ending


Buy Links:


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36181611-taming-lady-lydia



Author comments on book: Taming Lady Lydia is the most sensual and potent romance I have ever penned. Lord Markham is the Regency hero I always fantasised about... He’s a strict authoritarian with a loving, tender heart.

Publisher synopsis:

When eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia Franklin becomes the ward of Lord Thomas Markham after her father’s death, she quickly discovers that the wealthy, handsome gentleman believes in strict discipline for wayward young women. Her penchant for naughtiness soon earns her a sound spanking, but despite his willingness to punish her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Thomas’ firm-handed correction leaves Lydia helplessly aroused.



Though he is charged with ensuring that Lydia’s innocence is preserved, Thomas cannot help but notice her body’s response to his stern chastisement. It isn’t long before she is lying naked across his lap as she is spanked thoroughly and then brought to a blushing climax, and over the coming days he sets about teaching her what it means to surrender herself completely to a dominant man.
Excerpt:


The threat of a spanking

His voice is low and steely, making me uneasy. “I thought I had only recently delivered a lesson in respect, and yet now I find it may need teaching again.”

The knot of excited anxiety in me twists, knowing full well what he means, and yet refusing to acknowledge it. “There is nothing further to learn, My Lord,” I say hopefully. “I meant no offence by it!”

“And yet offence was taken?” he replies, staring at me severely.

“For that I am sorry,” I reply, in a little more than a whimper.

He nods, a small smile forming on those lips. “I suspect you will be,” he answers. “Once you have been taken over my knee again.”

My heart is raging inside of me, and threatens to push up into my throat. “My Lord!” I gasp, “you cannot mean to do so here, in the carriage? What if we are seen? What if the driver, or the footman hears us?”

The smile on his face grows. “Then I daresay that you, My Lady, will be rather embarrassed?”

My breath is coming in short bursts now, and I am close to panting again. “But, Thomas – what will people think?” I look to the carriage door anxiously, as

though escape is even an option available to me.

“Most likely my dear, they will think you are a naughty young woman in need of correction from her guardian, and they would be right, wouldn’t they?”



Being taken in Thomas’ arms proves more pleasurable than Lydia ever dreamed, and she finds herself imagining a future as his wife rather than his ward, but the dark rumors about his past are hard to ignore. When he asks for her hand she agrees to be his bride, but once the wedding is over will the bond between them hold firm or will it all end in scandal and heartbreak?



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



Author synopsis:

When her father, Earl Franklin dies unexpectedly, eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia is sent to live with her guardian, the unknown and enigmatic Lord Thomas Markham. Initially eager to leave her new home, Lydia is indignant at her guardian’s firm and protective behaviour, but everything changes that first night when she accidentally discovers something shocking about life at Markham Hall…

Now, in spite of his rules and expectations, the young and indulged Lydia finds herself inexplicably drawn to her guardian. Lord Markham it seems, is a gentleman who will finally provide the firm hand she has always needed, and Lydia begins to crave his discipline, desiring him to take her over his knee and deliver a sound spanking.

With their affections for one another growing, Thomas and Lydia seem set for a bright future if only events would stop conspiring to tarnish their happiness. Can their burgeoning romance survive the scrutiny of Thomas’ mother, the Countess, and the interference of their peers? And can Lydia learn to live by Her Lordship’s governance, and find the happily ever after they so desire?





                   Taken by the Barbarian
                                     by
                              April Vine



A virgin princess meets a fierce barbarian warlord



Publisher: Stormy Night Publications


Genre: Science Fiction, Fantasy Erotic Romance


Length: 75 900 words


BLURB


Having spent her life confined behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could be kept safe and pure, twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent, naïve, and utterly unprepared for what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the barbarian ruler of the planet Sentara.





To her surprise, Saraska quickly discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall, handsome king is far from the ruthless savage she expected. His stern discipline and his bold, intimate exploration of her virgin body leave her quivering with need, and when at last he claims her completely his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure more intense than she could have ever imagined.



Though Saraska grew up believing her people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she has been lied to her entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her against Roark, will Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she has grown to love?



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



EXCERPT

If he thought she would obediently stay for her punishment, he didn’t know her at all and this time nothing he said would stop her from leaving. His commands to stay, to come back at once and she’d be sorry if she didn’t, trailed behind her. All she needed was her bed.

“Saraska.” The magnificent power and overwhelming dictatorial strength in his tone as he bellowed her name finally stopped her dead in the path.

He had never uttered her name before and saying it that way instilled a unique quality in her to obey him. She feared him because he was an unknown and yet in that same instance, some other force compelled her to submit to him, if only to see what her name falling from his lips did to his face if he said it gently and with kindness.

Slowly she turned around and found herself staring at his wide hard chest. How had he closed the distance between them so silently?

“You have not been eating.” He didn’t ask the question; he stated it as a fact.

She said nothing, crossing her arms over her chest again as a meager attempt to protect herself from him. He raised her chin with his finger and her spine threatened to fold with a thousand tingles.

“Look at me when I talk to you,” he said. Why couldn’t she stop her eyelids from flickering open and staring into his dark green gaze, like an abyss of the forbidden?

“You can’t make me eat, Alien,” she said, defiance making her braver.

“I can make you do anything I want you to do, slave.”

She swallowed but maintained her brave face. So far he done exactly as he chose when it came to her, never asking her feeling or opinion. He dictated and expected his demands to be executed. Well, she was not one of his subjects. She would never be, no matter how much he tried to break her. She was an Actual born princess. And he was a barbaric Alien Warlord.

“Then I object,” she said. “Since you’ve so generously given me to Jacob, he should be the one to discipline me and not you. I am his slave after all.”

“You would rather let someone else touch you?” The ripple in his hard square and inexorable jaw frightened her as did the low threatening husk in his voice, but only for a moment.

“I would have anyone who is not you, touch me.” She jerked away from him but didn’t flee to safety even though her mind begged her to do so.

“Will you clean the sus-sty, water the crops, bake the bread, wash the clothes, and feed the galluses?”

“No,” she said and raised her head.

He gripped the back of the chair Gertrude sat in sometimes as she fed those feathered things that looked like birds of a very strange variety but couldn’t fly. They called them galluses. She knew all this because Gertrude would tell her things about her bizarre planet every night. She fell asleep for those short bouts of sleep to the sound of the kind lady’s voice.

He dropped his body into the seat, his long legs spread wide.

“On Sentara, disobedience will earn you a spanking. As a resident you are required to follow the rules. Now lift your nightdress and lie over my lap,” he instructed.


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BIO
APRIL VINE is a night-time romance writer and a daytime professional dreamer. She adores books, chocolates and shoes, and is happiest doing all three at the same time.
She lives in a house with boys and a few four-legged furry things and has come to accept both species for the strange creatures they are.
Email her at april.vine@yahoo.com


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October 2, 2017
Her Celtic Captor              


by Ashe Barker


·        Stormy Night, 2017

·        Released 12 August 2017

·        Historical erotic romance, Viking romance

·        HEA ending






Blurb:


As the sister of a powerful Viking chief, Brynhild Freysson is used to giving orders and having them obeyed, which makes it all the more difficult to accept when she suddenly finds herself at the mercy of a Celtic warrior intent on bringing her back to his village whether she likes it or not.





Taranc was a leader of his people before he was taken captive by Viking raiders, and now that he is a free man once more he has no intention of allowing a headstrong Norse woman to slow down his journey home with her stubborn disobedience. When Brynhild refuses to do as she is told, he wastes no time in baring her bottom for a thorough switching, and he makes it quite clear that she can expect even more painful and humiliating punishments if she continues to defy him.





Though her hatred of the Celts runs deep, Taranc’s stern dominance awakens desires in Brynhild that she thought she would never feel again, and when he takes her in his arms and claims her properly it is more pleasurable than she would have thought possible. But though her passion for him grows by the day, can she ever truly love a man whose people are enemies of her own?





Publisher’s Note: Her Celtic Captor is a stand-alone sequel to Her Rogue Viking and Her Dark Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book




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Excerpt



Taranc bowed politely to Brynhild. "Lady, " he murmured as be bent to wind Njal's line around his pole.

He expected Brynhild to stalk off after her nephew, but she did not. Instead, she remained where she stood, her eyes narrowed in a malevolent glare which remained fixed upon him as he busied himself clearing up his own fishing rod. That task accomplished he attached each of the three landed fish to hooks from Njal's bag in readiness to hang them from his own belt for the journey back to the slave barn. All set to leave himself, he made to pass the still fuming Norsewoman.

"You will excuse me," he murmured.

"Why?"

He glanced at her, surprised. "Because I am leaving."

"I mean, why are you spending time with my nephew. What do you plan to do?"

"Plan? Nothing." Well, nothing that concerns the boy, at least. "He is lonely, and curious. There is no harm in him. And I mean him no ill."

"I do not believe you."

Taranc's slender patience frayed. "And I do not care what you believe. Good night."

She moved fast, he would allow her that much. He barely even saw the slender hand which snaked from within the confines of her cloak to land a resounding slap across his cheek, and certainly he had no opportunity to dodge that first blow. Not so the second. As she drew back her hand to strike him again he grabbed her wrist and squeezed, only relaxing his grip marginally when she let out a startled squeal.

"I shall let the first slap go, since you are a woman and no doubt consider yourself provoked. But you shall not raise your hand to me again, lady, lest you wish to find yourself upended across my lap and spanked. Do I make myself clear on this?"

"How dare you? Let go of me! I shall—"

"Do I make myself clear?" His grip remained firm despite her frantic tugging to be free.

At last, with no other choice if she was to be released, Brynhild gave a sharp nod. "Very well, I shall not slap you."

"Excellent decision. And I shall not spank you. This time. Instead…"

He bent his head, lowered his face to hers. Taranc took in the startled expression, the widening of her kingfisher-blue eyes as his mouth descended to brush across hers. Despite his words of just moments ago he was without doubt inviting another slap and the Viking woman could hardly be blamed for delivering it.

Her mouth was soft under his, her breath warm in the cool evening. She parted her lips as though unable to prevent her artless response and his tongue found the seam of her mouth. She opened fractionally more, and it was enough. He slipped his tongue between her lips and caressed the inner surface of her teeth with the tip.

Her hands were on his shoulders, and she clung to him, her fingers curling into his rough tunic. The sane part of his mind expected a protest, expected her to shive him away, to screech her outrage, to summon her guards but the madness which drove him now ignored all of that.

What am I doing? I don’t even like this haughty, cruel woman.

His cock disagreed. His rampant erection liked her perfectly well and tented his pants in instant recognition of the Norsewoman’s ample charms. He deepened the kiss, tunnelling his fingers through her blonde locks to hold her head still. Brynhild let out a soft moan, followed by a gasp. Now, at last and somewhat belatedly, she stiffened in his arms and sought to be free.

Fuck!

Taranc broke the kiss and released her, his own breath less than steady. Brynhild backed away, her stunned expression one he found he did not entirely care for.

“You… you should not have done that.”

Probably not.

“Why…? I do not understand…”

Neither did he.

“Go! Go Back to the slave barn. Now!”

A decent plan, at last.

Taranc stepped back to execute an exaggerated bow. "Sleep well, Lady Brynhild."



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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Or you can email her direct on ashe.barker1@gmail.com



September 22, 2017


  A haunted woman. A protective cowboy lawman. A damning secret.



SYNOPSIS



When a horrific accident awakens Sienna Duncan in the middle of the night, the wretched event drags personal nightmares into the light. Then she’s in the wrong place at the right time, and saves an innocent puppy from a gunshot wound while the perpetrators race away. But she was seen…


Deputy Kane Logan, a transplant from Wyoming, is hopeful of finding salvation in a small town in Virginia. He’s running from tragedies he can no longer tolerate while working on a horrific crime involving the local teenagers. A chance meeting with the stunning beauty awakens his soul and they begin a new and guarded relationship. But someone wants her dead…




As threats continue and Kane fights to save innocent lives from a powerful drug, Sienna is pulled into a game of cat and mouse. Until they’re both forced to face their personal demons. The truth will be told, but at what cost? Is someone from her past threatening her new life? Can she find safety in the arms of the man she loves? Will Kane find the strength to become her protector?


This is book two in the, Rescue Me, series but can be read as a standalone.

EXCERPT

Mystery Man turned his head away from the window, his expression blank. As he rose to his feet, towering over her, he gazed down at her chest before holding out his hand. “I’ll always wait for a beautiful woman, especially one who must have a second career as a bull wrangler or perhaps a cop?”

He had a slight accent, one she was unable to discern, yet the tone was soft, almost seductive, his smile enigmatic. “Just a woman who refuses to see an animal in pain. And you are?” The moment she touched his hand, she held back a moan. The connection was electric, intense. He kept his hand wrapped tightly around hers and she was almost certain he’d pulled her closer. When she inhaled, the scent of him, so masculine yet tinged with a hint of an exotic spice, was enough to create a flush moving up from her neck.
“I’m sorry. How impolite of me. Sebastian Peterson. Please sit down. Are you certain you’re okay?” He stared at the blood, his brow furrowing.
“Honestly, I’m fine.” Swallowing hard, she almost floated into the seat. “Mr. Peterson…”
“Sebastian, please. Given we may be spending a good amount of time together, I believe we should be close. Don’t you?”
“Sebastian, yes.” Why was she having difficulty putting two coherent words together?
“And may I call you Sienna?”
“Of course.” She held her breath, fearful another dose of his cologne would create puddles on the seat. This was ridiculous. He was a client. Get a grip. Calm down. Breathe. She smiled and eased her iPad onto the table. “Mr. Grady took the liberty of mentioning the type of home you’re looking for so I’ve already done some limited research. I believe I have two houses that will be to your liking, although I admit, my boss told me little about your desires.”
“Desires. Yes. I do desire many beautiful things.”
Were the words meant as a flirtatious moment? She yanked on her professional mask and smiled. “I understand you want to stay in Goochland?”
“Yes, I do so love horses and the countryside. I believe I can find solace in clean living,” Sebastian said as he took a sip of coffee, his eyes never leaving her.
His words seemed off to her, as if he was playing more of a game. She awakened her iPad and flipped to pictures of the first house. She remained uncomfortable, a single line of goose bumps popping on top of her arms. He was crowding her space and she gripped the tablet, determined to ignore his attractive qualities. “Here is one I believe you might like. The estate was only recently placed on the market. The family has lived there for years. As you can see, they did quite a bit of renovation over the years. The house is also priced to sell.”
“Quaint.”
The word was usually synonymous with cozy or small. She wrinkled her brow and eased back against the seat. “Okay. I can see this isn’t to your liking. Why don’t you tell me what you do like and the kind of home you’re looking for?”
He hesitated and leaned over the table until he was only a few inches from her face. “I enjoy time alone, but I also engage in hosting several very important events through the year. I do very much enjoy a modern home, but with a vibrant and alluring feel. I need to be able to provide seduction, an aura of true decadence whenever anyone steps inside my domain. I want them to experience a fantasy, a mere moment in time where they can let go of their inhibitions, becoming free as they embrace their hungers.”
A trickle of desire eased into her pussy, creating an erotic sensation. She’d never been so turned on by words before and the way in which they were said. Unable to breathe, she was forced to look outside to break his hypnotizing stare. “All right. Good to know.”
“I’m certain that you can find me exactly what I need. Can’t you, Sienna?”
Either he was issuing a full court press or he was merely an arrogant prick. Either way, she was determined to sell him a house. “What is your price range?’
“Price is no object. When I see what I like, I’ll sign the contract and have cash in hand within twenty-four hours.” He sat back, his expression now one of amusement.
“Fair enough. I don’t believe that this house will suit you at all, but perhaps you’ll like the other.” She looked down, her heart racing, concentrating on breaking whatever spell he seemed to have over her.
Sebastian eased his hand onto the screen. “Pictures never do a home justice, capturing their very soul. One must see and experience to truly understand?”
“Yes, I agree.”
“Then please show me this other house, Sienna.”
“Okay.” Even the way he said her name was alluring. She slipped the iPad back into her bag and eased to her feet. She’d never been attracted to a client before; however, this man was different, confident if not arrogant. Sebastian was very good looking with chiseled features and dazzling ice blue eyes. Tall and toned, he wore clothes that were considered relaxed, but she could tell cost more than she made in two weeks. The aura about him was indeed something special. When he stood, she couldn’t help but notice that every woman in the room turned in their direction, lust evident on their enamored faces. “I have my car.”
He closed the distance. “Please, allow me to take mine.”
The words didn’t seem to be a request but more of a command. This man was used to getting what he wanted. The realization dragged the once heated attraction to another big, black box. No way was this man going to entice her into anything but selling him a home. “Why don’t I follow you?”
Sebastian said nothing as he flipped a twenty-dollar bill on the table. When he finally lifted his head, his expression had changed, becoming darker. “Very well, Sienna. Have it your way.”
They walked outside together and the entire time, her skin was covered in goose bumps. She hated the fact her body was overtly attracted to him, her nipples hard and pushing against her bra, her panties damp. Dominating men had a way of pissing her off as well as drawing them into their web. How well she knew this fact.
She hadn’t realized she’d parked next to a sleek and very expensive Viper until her hand touched the handle of her run-down Miata. “We’re not going far. You can follow me.”
“I’ll just do that, Sienna Duncan.”
She turned away, hearing the sound of his key fob, and breathed a sigh of relief. Being in a car with this kind of man would have been claustrophobic.
“Sienna.”
“Yes?” She now wanted nothing more than to require him to call her Miss Duncan, but she held off, turning instead to give him a sweet smile. He was close, too close.
“I won’t bite, at least for now, but there will come a day.”
“A day?” she asked through clenched teeth.
“Yes, lovely Sienna.” He brushed a strand of hair from her face using just the tip of his index finger. “That you will belong to me.”



PIPER’S BIO AND CONTACT INFO

Piper Stone writes in several genres including thrillers, erotic romance, dark erotic, Domestic Discipline, spanking, Domination and submission and traditional romance. She has a love of the non-traditional, preferring to create worlds that defy the imagination. Wine and sous vide cooking are only second to her love of golden retrievers and you might find all three nestled in the pages of a book or two.



She has several releases from Blushing Books including Truth or Dare, His Demands – Dirty Little Secrets, Submissive For Hire, His Hidden Girl – Dirty Little Secrets, Becoming – Power Exchange and upcoming books Rescue Me – Maverick and the series Fire Devil.



She will also have several releases with Bethany’s Woodshed in the upcoming months.



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September 18, 2017


                       DARIEN'S DESIRE

                                      BY

                         DARYL DEVORE

A CONTEMPORARY ROCK STAR ROMANCE


                                          
                           





Blurb







You loved What Happens in Bangkok and want to know what happens next….





It's complicated is not only her relationship status, but the definition of Erika Bailey's life. She loves managing her drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand, but her rock star boyfriend resides in North Carolina. And to top it off, her father threatens she must stay away from Darien or lose the Pink Flamingo. Does she protect her club or her love?





Darien Scott, Grammy award winning international superstar, wants nothing more than to wake up in the arms of Erika, the woman he loves, but contractual obligations force him to exotic video shoots and an isolated movie set with one of Hollywood's sexiest stars.





With the feeding frenzy of social media trending every aspect of Darien's life—real or not—it's hard for Erika to know the truth. Will she be able to see through the lies and trust Darien? Or will evidence from damaging Internet rumors condemn their relationship? 





Excerpt

Rain pattered on the thatched roof of the pavilion. She pulled back with a gasp, lowered her head and worked tiny kisses down his throat, his chest and along his stomach. As she backed up, the tip of his swollen cock bumped her bottom. She wiggled it. A groan erupted from his throat.

She lifted her hips and pressed her groin against his shaft. Flexing and tilting her hips, she positioned herself so her clit slid along his hot flesh. He bucked and moaned. A sweet internal tingle turned to an intense burn. Her body tensed as her focus centered on her need.

As quick as she could, she shifted and settled herself over his erection and eased down. He arched his hips. His chest rose and fell in rapid shallow breaths. She massaged her breasts as she rocked her hips.

"Pretend these are your hands. Feel what they're feeling." She teased and pulled at her nipples, making them swollen and pink. "Imagine your lips sucking on these. When I think about you doing that to me, it makes me so hot." She kept her rocking motion steady. "Like this?"

"Oh gawd, babe. Yes. You're so incredible."

She slid one hand down her belly to her clit and the other around, reaching for his balls. With gentle movements, she rubbed.

The rain increased. The wind howled through the trees.

He raised and dropped his hips, moans matching his movements. She dragged her fingers around his balls. His hips jerked as he deepened his thrust.

The sensation grew and spread through her.

"Come on, babe. I'm gonna come. Come on." She focused her hand, circling and stroking her clit as she pumped up and down. Her breasts bounced. Her heart pounded.



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Other Books by Daryl Devore

What Happens in Bangkok – Book 1 of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy

To save Darien's life his brother asks, "Can you walk in high heels?"

Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo.

Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now   he's running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.

Disguised as a drag queen, he's hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.

Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?



September 12, 2017


                  A STRICT GENTLEMAN


                                     BY



                           JAYE PEACHE





       A Victorian Romance, Historical, Time Travel







“You are bound by the rules of this century, not yours. I shall hold you accountable in whatever way I wish.”



Blurb:


Twenty-three-year-old Kelly Regan didn’t expect much excitement when she took a job as a curator at a historic estate, but upon encountering a beautiful, mysteriously powerful mirror she suddenly finds herself transported back to the Victorian era.


Kelly is intrigued by the estate’s owner, the handsome bachelor Sir Henry Yarlswood, and in order to learn more about life in his household she impersonates another woman and obtains a position as his maid. But Henry is not a man who tolerates dishonestly from his staff, and after her deception is discovered Kelly’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing spanking.


The stern punishment only increases Kelly’s desire to know more about her handsome employer, but after she is caught snooping through his personal effects she soon finds herself stripped naked for an even more shameful chastisement. Despite her sore bottom, however, she is deeply aroused by Henry’s firm-handed dominance, and when he claims her properly his masterful lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But will their blossoming romance be enough to keep her by his side, even if it means leaving her old life behind forever?

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

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Excerpt  (18+)



Henry paused and flexed the rod before swishing it through the air a few time. It was a horrible sound, unmistakable. Her fantasy scenario of moaning girls and probing dominants with frisky fingers was nothing like the strict application of Henry’s cane.

“I wish to know, young lady,” Henry said as he continued to swish the cane through the air, “have you taken anything from this room?”

Taken? She’d looked in his journal, but not taken it. “No, sir,” she gasped.

The cane struck with a resounding thud and she drummed the palms of her hand on the seat of the chair. “No, I haven’t,” she repeated.

“Please keep your head up, Kelly. The mirror is there for both our benefits.”

He noticed she liked to look at him and he was using it to observe her too. It was an odd moment of reassurance. If he could see her face, the tears, the pained expression, he must be judging whether she was coping or on the verge of collapse. Was Henry so cruel as to want her to faint? She doubted it. Nothing she’d read in his journal, assuming he accurately portrayed his activities, implied he sought a woman’s injury or committed harmful acts. The cane stung like crazy, but it wasn’t being wielded with force, only accuracy.

She raised her head and stared at him. He nodded, then to her amazement, he stepped toward her behind and with his forefinger traced the line of the cane.

Kelly gasped, not because it hurt or made the mark throb any harder, but because it was tender and curative. For a few seconds she was thrilled, excited, and perversely aroused by that delicate touch. Now she throbbed in a new spot; her little nub was aching to be noticed.

“Because I know,” he said, stepping back, “that taken objects can be returned to their correct location without being missed.” He cracked the cane swiftly against her bottom.

Author Bio:
I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

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