Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Thank you for joining me on WIP IT UP WEDNESDAY


I'll be working with Stormy Night Publications editing The Lakehouse Secrets this week and am sharing a scene from this upcoming erotic spanking/menage suspense romance-yes, this one has a little bit of everything! 




Alena Malloy is in the small town of Blue Springs, Maine to look for clues to her sister's disappearance.  After checking in at the sheriff's office, she refuses to heed Randy's warnings to not involve herself in his case.  In this scene, Randy has just chastised her with a few swats for spying on the lake house her sister was last seen at.  Her arousal from those swats took her by surprise and she jumps in the lake to cool off.  But not even the cold water worked to lessen the burning need the sheriff ignited then left her with, forcing her to take matters into her own hands.




Reaching into his back pocket, Randy withdrew a small pad, flipped it open, wrote something then ripped the top sheet off and handed it to her.  “Spanking you was fun, but this is my responsibility.  It’s just a written warning.  Next time there’ll be a fine.”  He turned and hopped down to the short slip before swiveling and tossing out one more warning.  “You also won’t get to keep the comfort of your shorts, Red.  We’ll really give the lakers something to gawk at.”  Giving her a mocking, two-finger salute, he sauntered back to his Explorer, leaving Alena gasping in utter discomposure at the sight of a boat idling about a quarter of a mile down the lake, the wide grins splitting two couples faces too easy to see. 
“Oh good Lord,” she muttered in exasperation as she worked through the completely irrational, annoying thrill his parting words and their unknown audience gave her.  Her body had no business tingling in response to that humiliating, painful spanking or her exhibitionism.  She would just ignore it, she vowed, reaching down into her small ice-chest next to her chair and plucking out a cold wine cooler.  Popping the cap, she took a long pull, determined to disregard the ache between her legs as well as the lingering, warm throb of her buttocks that seemed to egg that ache on.  She refused to be a slave to her body’s demands even if she wondered what her response would be to a bare, harder spanking.
By the time she finished her cooler, her chaotic thoughts had settled down but not her body.  Determined to get the upper hand, at least with her hormones, she made a quick decision and dove off the side of the boat into the frigid lake.  An accomplished swimmer, she swam with swift strokes in a back and forth pattern for ten minutes before giving in to the inevitable.  Setting her feet down on the sandy bottom, she shivered as the chest deep water lapped around her but did nothing to ease the heated, pulsing need still clamoring for relief. 
With one hand snaking up under her shirt to flip open the front catch on her bra and knead the soft fullness of her breast and one sliding down her loose shorts to palm the denuded, sensitive flesh of her pussy, she caved to her body’s demands.  Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and let the sun’s warm rays heat her face and shoulders as her fingers worked to heat the rest of her body. 
She loved to touch herself, so this was no hardship.  What galled her was giving in when she swore she didn’t want to, just needed to for comfort’s sake.  Yeah, that really went against the grain, but it didn’t keep her from rolling her nipple into an even tighter nub or from delving inside her sheath with two fingers to root out her clit.  The slickness of her channel had nothing to do with the water she soaked in and everything to do with an arousal that wouldn’t be denied.
Her soft cry as she thrust her fingers over and over her clit echoed in the small cove.  With her back to the rest of the lake, she didn’t hear any boats zipping by or know if there was anyone else idling or sitting on the opposite shore, but her need had risen to such a state, she flat out didn’t care at this point.  Switching to torment her other nipple, she put more pressure on her thrusts, slowed as she rasped back and forth over her swollen bundle of nerves until she shook more from the building pressure of release than from the cold.
Succumbing to the spiraling fall her fingers led her to, she pinched her nipple and clit at the same time, milking the two pleasure points until the blinding pleasure of her climax exploded throughout her jerking body.
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Tuesday, November 8, 2016

TUESDAY'S GUEST:  Welcome Kelly Dawson with an excerpt from her book, THE GUNSLINGER'S WOMAN.  Thanks for sharing Kelly!

THE GUNSLINGER’S WOMAN   BY KELLY DAWSON

A hardened gunslinger, a sassy woman. Is his quick draw enough to keep her safe?

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Blurb:
The last thing nineteen-year-old Jeannie Cooper wants is to be a prim and proper lady, so when her older brothers try to send her off to finishing school she runs away from the family ranch to keep them from putting her on the train to Boston. She plans to hide out on the prairie and return in a few days, but things go horribly wrong when she stumbles upon the infamous Mullins gang.

Danny Coulter is a hardened gunslinger with more than enough enemies already, but when he sees a beautiful young woman held captive by outlaws his conscience forces him into action. Rescuing Jeannie turns out to be only the beginning of his troubles, however. Her sass and defiance quickly test the limits of his patience as he endeavors to get her home safely, and before long he is left with little choice but to take her over his knee for a sound spanking.

Though Danny's firm-handed discipline leaves her bottom sore and her cheeks blushing, Jeannie is nonetheless excited when her brothers offer him a job at the ranch. Soon he is courting her in earnest, and after a local busybody witnesses him giving Jeannie the first bare-bottom spanking of her life, Danny proposes marriage to avoid a scandal. But with the Mullins gang out for revenge, will his quick draw be enough to protect his woman?

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

Excerpt

She reached for his gun, to remove it from the holster, so she could wipe it clean, then she froze as she remembered exactly what Danny was. He was a gunfighter. A killer. Entirely the wrong type of man to be lusting after. Danny didn’t wear a gun just for protection, as she and her brothers sometimes did; his guns were a part of him. They defined him. Without his guns, Danny Coulter, the fastest gun in the west, would be nothing.

          “Leave it.” His command was hoarse, there was pain in his voice, but there was no denying the dominant manner in which it was said. “You bandage me up, I’ll clean my gun. Nobody touches my guns.”

          “It won’t take long to clean it.”

          “I said leave it.” His fingers took hold of her chin then, and he tilted her face up to look at him. “You know what will happen if you disobey me.” His threat rumbled in her ear, sending waves of electricity through her. Yes, she knew exactly what would happen. Her buttocks clenched again, involuntarily, at the thought, and she held her breath. The air was too thick to breathe again. She could feel her face flushing as the waves of electricity surging through her reached that aching juncture between her thighs.

          “You’re hurt,” she pointed out.

          He smiled in spite of the pain, his eyes crinkling up at the corners as he looked down at her. “Not too hurt to spank a naughty girl who disobeys.” As if to prove his point, he drew back his hand and smacked her bottom, reigniting the burn        Her eyes widened in shock as she reached back to rub out the sting. Hurt or not, his hard hand was still strong. She felt a spasm right in her very core at his touch. His dominance turned her insides to mush.

          The hand that had smacked her returned to her chin and he tilted her face sideways slightly so he could whisper huskily in her ear. “So leave my guns alone.”

          “Yes sir,” she breathed.



Author Bio:

Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book - preferably one containing spanking!

A life-long closet-spanko, Kelly started writing spanking stories on every spare scrap of paper in the house as a child. So when she discovered the internet and spanking romance along with it, she was most excited. But it took her a good decade of devouring these stories before she got up the courage to submit her own. And now, here she is, 7 books later, with a plethora of ideas still to write!

She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat.



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Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Tuesday's Guest Post:  REAPER'S KISS by Allison West.  Thanks for stopping in Allison!



Reaper's Kiss by Allison West

Published: August 30, 2016

Publisher:  Blushing Books

Genre: Paranormal, Romantic Erotica, BDSM


















Blurb:

Heir to the throne of Casmerelda, Princess Ophelia has a knack for disobeying the rules. When she sneaks out in secret to visit her boyfriend, her life takes an unexpected twist. She is murdered by an unknown assailant outside the Blue Moon Tavern and is tasked with being a grim reaper. Is it punishment for her naughty night outings or the Dacre curse?

Wynter Gael has no choice but to reap the soul of Ophelia Dacre and bring her into the world of the undead. Responsible for reaping souls and fixing her mistakes, he must decide if putting her over his knee is worth it or if she should be sent to the royal council for further disciplinary action.

Reaper’s Kiss is a paranormal erotic novel with elements of spankings, anal play, graphic sex, and mild violence.




Excerpt

“I don’t like it.” What was there to like? Larkin, the gentleman she’d been sneaking out to visit had an appointment with death. He felt bad for the guy, especially given the fact the girl he liked was recently murdered, but what could he do?

“You’re not supposed to,” Wynter said and sighed. “Maybe you should stay here for today.”

“The hell I am!” Leila stood up. Her hands in fists. “I’m not going to sit by and idly watch as you reap the man I love! Not a chance in hell!”





About the Author


Allison West is a #1 International Best-Selling Author in Erotica, BDSM, Romantic Erotica, Sci-Fi, Victorian, and Historical Erotica. She also writes young adult novels under the name Ruth Silver.



Allison West has been inventing worlds and writing stories for years. Her favorite novels are those that leave a lasting impression, long after the final page is read. You can find more about Allison on Facebook and Twitter.



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Tuesday, October 25, 2016

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


Resurrection

By Ashe Barker

  

·        Baronet Press, 2016

·        Released 21 September 2016

·        Paranormal/Time Travel erotic romance

·        Approximately 80,000 words

·        HEA ending



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






Blurb

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



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



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



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



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



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

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


EXCERPT (18+)



"Over my knee, Janey."

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

"Your shift, Jane."

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

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

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

"Is that high enough, my lord?"

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

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

At this moment she longed for him to neglect her.

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

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

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

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

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



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Gideon – Order of the Black Knights, Book 1

By Ashe Barker


·        Dreamspinner Press, 2016

·        Released 5 October 2016

·        MM erotic romance, suspense, paranormal

·        Approximately 65,500 words

·        HEA ending



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



Series Blurb



Order of the Black Knights

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





Blurb



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



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



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







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

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Tuesday, October 18, 2016

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

First up is Libby...




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

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

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Simon Says, book one in the Simon in Charge series, is
now free on Kindle Unlimited or only 99c in the Amazon Store!


Excerpt

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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