Monday, May 29, 2017

Libby Campbell returns with a new release you won't want to miss checking out.  SEEING RONNIE is sure to please fans of spanking romances and the paranormal touch adds a different twist to this domestic discipline novel.

      Ronnie’s an ice maiden but Del knows how to defrost her.

 #BDSM #erotic #OTK #HEA #ASMSG #SeeingRonnie #romance #spanking #paranormal #DD #psychic #HEA #dominance #contemporary @LibbyC26

As a social blogger, Ronnie Flynn—aloof, beautiful, cool as a cucumber—is desperate to get to the society event of the year: Simon and Sadie’s engagement party on Seguro Island. No surprise that her name isn’t on the guest list, but as always, Ronnie has a backup plan. A plan that involves the handsome Del Franklin.
Del agrees to a swap: Ronnie gives him the scoop on his estranged wife’s dirty secrets and he takes her as his date to his boss’s party. The handsome, buff man of Italian descent makes only one condition: Ronnie better be good. No snooping. No manipulating. No digging for dirt. Or else.
With crossed fingers, and in spite of Del’s threat of putting her over his knee for disobeying, Ronnie ‘promises’ to be a good girl. Right. She’s not worried about Del. Her code of Keeping a Healthy Distance will protect her heart, and her backside. She’s too wily to get caught, anyway.
Ronnie sees. Literally. She can channel people’s feelings and see into their hearts. All her life, she has been hiding this secret weapon—her psychic ability—because what she sees is often too hard understand and impossible to share. If she can handle that secret, surely she can handle Del. Or can she? He’s not like anyone else. Nothing has prepared her for him. She shouldn’t react like this to his dominance. She’s an independent, wealthy woman in her own right. No man will tell her what to do. Yet, there is something about this sexy dominant Latin lover that makes her pulse race.
Will Ronnie allow Del to break her Code of Keeping a Healthy Distance? Will seeing Ronnie open Del’s eyes to a new world? Will the two of them ever see life the same way?
Publishers’ note: Seeing Ronnie is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or spanking of minors.

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When you’re with me you will be polite and well mannered. Agreed?”
“Agreed.” Ronnie nodded soberly to show her good intentions, but under the table she crossed her fingers.
“You better mean that.” Del drained his coffee cup and levelled his eyes at her. “Because if I catch you prying or snooping—doing anything outside the bounds of good manners—there will be consequences.”
“Consequences?” Ronnie licked a drop of tea off her lips.
“Serious consequences.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a crooked smile. “I will turn you over my knee and paddle your bottom until you beg me to stop. And then I will spank you some more. Do I make myself clear?”
“You do,” Ronnie whispered. A damp flutter clenched between her legs and she pressed her knees together as if she could lock out the desire that suddenly sent her blood boiling. No one had ever threatened her like that before. Worse still, it was as though he was the one with the gift of second sight, as if he’d read her secret intention to ignore everything he’d just said. She glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone might have heard his sultry caution. No one was paying them any attention.
The very worst part was that she had no idea how she was going to turn off the part of her personality that wanted to know everything about everybody. She’d been accused of living through the dramas of other people’s lives and there was more truth to that than she cared to admit. Her own life was dishwater dull and she kept it that way so she had energy for her work as gossip queen. More importantly she kept her life orderly so that there was no mud that could be slung her way. She twisted her tea cup to avoid looking at Del.
“One last problem.” Del spoke as calmly as if he hadn’t just suggested the most erotic thing anyone had put to Ronnie in ten years or so. “I haven’t made a booking and I’m sure every hotel and B&B on the island will be full by now.”
“I have a place we can stay.” Ronnie forced coolness into her voice. She didn’t say it’s a fabulous place and it’s for sale. She’d only seen it in pictures but if it was half as good in real life, she planned to buy it. That was her secret and she wasn’t sharing it with anyone. She held her expression impassive.
“You’ve got a place on Seguro?”
“I wish. This place belongs to friends, but we can use it this weekend. I also have ferry reservations to get us there.” Even if she didn’t get an invitation to the Jacobson bash, she’d planned a weekend on the island to test drive the lake house.
Del lifted an eyebrow. “Separate rooms?”
“Absolutely. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The memory of the warmth and strength of his hand in hers made her think that sharing a bed with Del Franklin might be pleasurable. The idea of being turned over his knee made her legs tremble. But none of that was going anywhere. She indulged herself in little fantasies from time to time, but she never acted on them.
Ronnie had sworn off men a long time ago.

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

The Simon in Charge series:

Simon Says (Simon in Charge, book 1)

Winning Sadie (Simon in Charge, book 2)

Sadie Says I Do (Simon in Charge, book 3)

Prairie Promise – short story, in A Spanking Good New Year anthology

Libby Campbell, mischief maker and dreamer - bio

Libby lives on the West Coast of Canada with her husband of over twenty-five years. An avid reader, she savors books that feature strong, independent women and the loving men who challenge them.

She loves mountain hikes, deep bubble baths, and all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big dogs 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 hopes you will enjoy escaping to the dream worlds where she spends far too much time.

Follow her on Pinterest to see the images that inspire her characters and the worlds they live in.

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Friday, May 26, 2017


It's time for Saturdayspanks again and I'm excited to share a snippet from my upcoming release of HUNTER, MURDER ON MAGNOLIA ISLAND, BOOK 2.  Two more days and you'll get more clues in Hunter and Chloe's story to this erotic, murder mystery trilogy!  Haven't started it yet?  Now's a great time - book 1, LOGAN, is on sale for $2.99.

#Satspanks   #BDSM   #Spanking   #BJWANE   #Suspense    #Eroticromance   #Blushingbooks

His strong dominance healed her painful past.  Her shy, caring demeanor cured his guilty conscience.  Together, they vowed to avenge a friend’s death.  
My eight sentence snippet...

Chloe’s toes curled against the marbled floor from that sharp nip, but that was nothing compared to the ripple that slithered down her body when he yanked at the drawstring keeping the loose shorts up and they fell to her feet.  “Please,” she whimpered, unable to voice what she pled for since she had no idea herself if she wanted to run from him or beg him to continue.
“Oh, I do love hearing a woman beg,” Hunter murmured in her ear.  “And I haven’t even begun yet.  Tell me something.”  He coasted his hand down her back then palmed her right buttock.  “Do you like a little pain along with bondage?”
“Who said I like bondage?” she asked as a way to avoid answering him.  The sharp smack he delivered to her butt pulled another whimper from her, the sting more pleasurable than painful.

Check back in a few days for a link to HUNTER, and don't forget to visit the other blogs on this week's hop.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

MATE WITH ME, my only paranormal, is now on Kindle Unlimited!  This is your chance to read this 120,000+ word novel for free.


"I thought this was an amazing read...I enjoyed it and listed it as a favorite!"  Long & Short Reviews

"It has been a very long time since I got so lost in a book that I literally forgot what time it was.  I couldn't put it down."  Tiffany, Amazon customer

I hope you enjoy this short excerpt...

Damien felt his incisors threaten to emerge when she caressed her mark, an action that did nothing to ease the demanding, erotic pulse in his palm or the erection he’s been sporting since he spotted her driving up.  “Stop that,” he ordered gruffly.  “It won’t do any good, so leave it be.”

“Why?  What will help this ache?  You’ve never told me what these signs mean, but I can guess.  We’re supposed to be together, Damien.  You know it, I know it.  Why are you fighting it?”

Damien had to steel himself against the tears threatening to spill down her flushed cheeks and the urge to throw her down on the two hundred-year- old area rug and fuck her senseless.  Turning away from her, he struggled to get himself under control.  Striding over to a small sidebar kept stocked for appearances, he poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it in one gulp, an action he would pay for later.  While he didn’t need food or beverages to live, he could swallow small amounts of both without any discomfiting side effects.   

“We can’t be together and that’s all I’m going to say on the matter, Abrielle.  Go home, forget last night ever happened and we’ll go back to being friends.”

“Friends,” she sneered at his back, her heart breaking.  He had given her everything she ever wanted, yet now he withheld the one thing she wanted more than anything else.  “Are you going to continue taking me to movies you don’t want to see, out for pizza and ice cream you don’t eat?  I’m not a child anymore.”

The vivid image of her sprawled naked, her fingers moving in and out of her pink, wet sheath, would be forever imprinted on his brain, a constant reminder she was a woman, his mate.  Unfortunately, that image would forever be paired with the image of another young, vibrant woman, a woman who hadn’t looked near as beautiful as Abby after she climaxed under him and then died in his arms.  Aside from Isabelle and Marie, she was the only woman he had taken blood from and to stick to that resolve, he had to deny himself the one thing he wanted above all others-his mate.  He knew from listening to and watching his brethren with their mates that along with the urge to fuck came an equally strong urge to taste the sweet elixir of their chosen one’s blood, an act that enhances the pleasure and bond.  Maybe combining the two, sex and taking her blood, was different with one’s mate.  His friends said it was so, but they were never driven to the depths of madness Isabelle had driven him, and didn’t have the consequences of those actions haunting them as he did.

“I know you’re not a child anymore.  As an adult, you should realize, and accept you can’t have everything you want.  Go home, Abby,” he told her, feeling old and tired.

He was shutting himself off from her, his back rigid, his shoulders stiff as he waited for her to obey.  But she wasn’t giving up yet.  She had seen enough of him last night to see how much he wanted her, how much he desired her.  She refused to admit defeat now without one last ditched effort to get him to change his mind.  Unbuttoning her white blouse, she shoved it open, unhooked the front clasp of her bra and let it hang open, revealing her breasts before saying, “Turn around and tell me to my face you don’t want me, that you want me to leave.”

Taking a deep breath to fortify himself one more time, he turned to face her, cursing a blue streak when he saw her cupping her full, naked breasts, her fingers toying with her pretty pink nipples.  “God damn it, you don’t know what you’re doing.  Get dressed,” he bit out as he used herculean effort to keep from shoving her hands aside and replacing them with his own. 

With a soft laugh she taunted, “I’ve been touching myself for several years now.  I assure you, I know what I’m doing.”  Her gaze shifted down to his crotch where his erection was blatant proof he wanted her.  “See, you do want me.”

Damien realized he would have to take harsh measures to deter her, measures she won’t like, but he sure as hell will.  He knew his anger over being driven to this was reflected in the reddish hue glowing in his brown eyes, but it was time she knew exactly who, or what, she was dealing with.  Lifting his lips just enough to have the pointed tips of his incisors visible, he stalked to her with slow menace.  “You should know better than to bait a monster.  You’ve claimed you know what I am, but you’ve never actually seen proof, have you?”

Abrielle’s first instinct was to flee, to run out of fear of the unknown, but something kept her rooted in place, some sixth sense that told her he would never harm her.  His eyes had an eerie reddish tint and the glimpse of sharp white fangs sent a tremor through her, but surprisingly not one of fear.  Her pussy, already damp from playing with her nipples, from having those glowing eyes on her nakedness, elicited a gush of moisture as she imagined those sharp teeth piercing her skin as she bucked under his hard body, pinned by both his cock and his teeth impaling her.

“You don’t scare me, Damien,” she said when he stopped right in front of her, forcing her to look up, way up, into his handsome, tortured face.  “You might be vampire, but you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“Ah, but there are all kinds of pain, aren’t there my little one?”  Grabbing her hand, he pulled her over to the small settee facing the black marble fireplace.  Without giving her a chance to back out, he sat down and hauled her unceremoniously over his thighs, flipping up her long skirt and shoving down her thong panties so fast all she could do was stutter in shock.

The first slap landed with a loud smack on her right buttock, the pain hot and sharp, surprise and humiliation making her squirm.  “Ow!  Damn it, that hurt.  Let me up.”  She struggled to rise with her breathless demanded.

“No,” he answered implacably, pinning her thrashing legs with his left leg and holding her shoulders down with his right hand while he delivered another solid blow on her left cheek.  “More than you need to learn to obey me, you need to learn there can be dire consequences if you don’t.”  Damien swatted her twice more, the sight of her bouncing, lily white ass turning pink with each one, making him wonder if it would be him who had to deal with these consequences more than her.  His hard cock pressed with insistent painfulness against his zipper, his palm ached with hard, erotic throbbing, and he wanted nothing more than to sink between those now damp folds.  Cursing at that telltale, unexpected response, he slapped her ass several more times, each one a little harder.

Abby cried out as he peppered her buttocks with fast, hard smacks, her inclination to shift away from his descending hand unconsciously switching to lifting her hips to meet each strike.  As the shock from her predicament waned, she realized the heat encompassing her buttocks had spread down to her pussy, the tingling, throbbing pain making her ache for more.  Grinding her pelvis against his hard thigh, she whimpered as that slight friction had her pussy throbbing in tune with her ass and the mark on her breast.

“Damien,” she moaned lowly, not understanding how this humiliating experience could turn her on.  Confused by her response to the pain and vulnerability, she only knew she didn’t want it to stop.

Damien couldn’t see her face through the mink curtain of her long hair, but he couldn’t resist the plea in her tone, the telltale sheen coating her labia or the way she lifted for his next smack then ground down on his leg after he delivered it.  “You weren’t supposed to like this, Abby,” he muttered with a self-deprecating laugh.  “You always were wild and unpredictable.”

Wednesday, May 24, 2017


His strong dominance healed her painful past.  Her shy, caring demeanor cured his guilty conscience.  Together, they vowed to avenge a friend’s death.  


After rescuing a woman from the storm-tossed waters surrounding his family island, Hunter Lemaster grows suspicious of Chloe Markham’s motive for being out in the inclement weather.  When his stranded guest exhibits signs of submissiveness and neglected need, her shy demeanor drew on the strict Dom side of him and he couldn’t resist giving her what she so desperately needed.  Taking advantage of her vulnerable state, he used his expertise to question her, but still was unable to get the full truth from her. 
After returning to Charleston from her ill-fated trip to Magnolia Island, Chloe resigns herself to returning to La Rouge, the club her best friend introduced her to, to seek answers to her death.  After getting herself in a bind of her own making, she’s shocked when Hunter Lemaster swoops in to rescue her.  The truth is out about why she had been so close to his island and Hunter agrees to let Chloe accompany him back to Magnolia when his friends return so she can assist in their continued search for a murder.  A threat against Chloe at the end of the weekend proved they were on to something and also convinced Hunter to keep Chloe close, for her safety and his pleasure.
DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

“Know what I think?”
“No, what?”
“I think you could benefit from getting back into the swing of things again, and since you’re on my island, uninvited, I’ve decided you need to obey my rules, and suffer the consequences if you don’t.”
Oh, God.  Why did that simple dictate send a shiver of excitement rolling through her?  Before her brain could click in and send the signal to her mouth to tell him no, he whipped the tee shirt over her head, grasped her hands and placed her palms flat on the glass, level with her shoulders.
“Do not move them from that spot.”
And just that quick, Hunter tossed her back into that place where Chloe could let go of all her cares and concerns.  That strong, commanding tone brooked no argument, the look he pinned on her in the glass demanded just as much compliance.  He brought his hard hands up, cupped the fullness of her breasts and kneaded the soft flesh that hadn’t felt a man’s touch in what seemed like forever, but in reality, had not been all that long.
“Look at you,” Hunter breathed, not surprised at her quick complaisance.  He nailed it on the head when he labeled her submissive.  He watched as she glanced at herself, winced then looked away.  Frowning, he asked, “What did you see you didn’t like?”
“The storm,” Chloe returned with a bite of defensiveness in her tone.
So, there was a little fire behind the meek exterior.  Good to know.  Grasping her right nipple, he pinched the tender bud, hard.  “Try again.”
Gasping from the searing pleasure of that sharp pain, she admitted with a scowl, “An overweight woman pushing thirty.”  She started to lower her hands to shield herself from his knowing look, but once again he stopped her with a succinct dictum.
“Don’t move.”  

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

I've had the pleasure of hosting some awesome author's this week and now I get to add Kelly Dawson to the list!  Enjoy this sexy excerpt from her new release, DADDIES TAKE CONTROL.

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Jen McLeod’s life is falling apart. Having been caught selling marijuana as a last resort to pay for her brother’s expensive, highly specialized medical care, she faces the loss of her job and the potential for jail time. Penniless, desperate, and unsure what to do, she foolishly tries to steal a wallet from Luke Lewis, an old boyfriend, only to be chased down by his brother Cody.

Luke still has a place in his heart for Jen, and after the two brothers listen to her story they promise not to report her theft to the police if she will accept a punishment from them instead. Seeing no other choice, Jen agrees, and a few moments later she is sobbing and promising to be good as her bare bottom is soundly spanked.

The humiliating punishment leaves her with blushing cheeks and a burning backside, but afterwards Luke holds her in his arms and comforts her, and then the brothers make her an incredible offer. If she will be their little girl, obeying their rules and submitting to their discipline, they will bring her to live with them and provide for all of her needs.

Though she is shocked by their generosity and wonders if all of this might be too good to be true, the brothers quickly prove they are serious about taking care of Jen. She soon finds herself being bathed, cuddled, and spanked when she is naughty, and when the two brothers claim her beautiful body completely their firm, dominant lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But can she learn to behave or will she spend most of her days with a bright red bottom?

Publisher’s Note: Daddies Take Control is a stand-alone sequel to Daddy Takes the Reins. It includes spankings, sexual scenes, and age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy Daddy Takes the Reins on Amazon or read for free in Kindle Unlimited!


“Cody’s going to put you across his knee and spank your bare bottom,” he informed her. “And I’m going to watch.”
He heard her sharp intake of breath, saw the colour drain from her face. He watched her stiffen when Cody first took her hand but she visibly relaxed when he stroked her knuckles with his thumb. And she didn’t appear to struggle as Cody tugged her gently down across his lap. She didn’t move when Cody eased her pants down her thighs, sliding both her jodhpurs and knickers down to her knees, and then locked her legs in place beneath one of his. Cody rested his palm on her naked bottom, waiting.
The whole time, Jen stayed frozen, her eyes wide in shock, her hands trembling. Luke could see her biting her lower lip; any harder and she’d put her teeth through it.
“Give me your hands.” Reaching forward, Luke picked up her fingers, entwining them in his, holding them gently, feeling her trembling hands still as he held them. “Look at me,” he commanded softly.
She looked at him through her lashes, her eyes showing just the hint of fear. He felt the tiniest thrill of satisfaction at her panic. It was nothing less than she deserved – she’d stolen from him, after all.
“You are to hold my gaze while Cody turns your bottom red. I want you to look into my eyes while you are being punished and remember why you are here – that you attempted to steal from me.”
Her eyes dropped to the floor as her face turned beet red.
“Jen,” he prompted, injecting just enough sternness into his tone to be taken seriously.
Cody’s hand landed sharply on her bare bottom, the crack of flesh upon flesh echoing loudly around the small room. Jen jumped, her mouth falling open in shock.
“Look at me,” Luke commanded.
She did.
Cody’s flattened palm fell again and again, peppering her bottom with swats in a fast, regular rhythm. Jen flinched with every smack, but now that she held Luke’s gaze, it didn’t waver. Her eyes filled with tears as the spanking continued, but still she kept looking at him.

Monday, May 22, 2017

Allison West returns this week with a look inside her age-play contemporary romance, A TASTE OF WONDERLAND. 

The erotic twist on this fairy tale is sure to please fans of age-play, spanking romances!

Alice Hall is a thirty-two-year-old writer at The Daily Chronicle. When Mr. White pays a visit to her boss and insists she visit Wonderland on assignment, Alice believes it to be a cruel joke. She soon discovers that Wonderland is nothing like what she read as a child. The owner of the Queen of Tarts invites Alice inside, feeding her delightful sweets in hopes that Alice’s article will focus on her pastry shop. It is not only dessert that the owner of the Queen of Tarts feeds her but also stories of Baylor, the owner of the local pastry competitor, The Mad Batter. He may be hot and single, but he also has a reputation for having a secret club catering to special “Littles” hidden within town.
Will Alice be able to get an invite to the secretive club and find the story that she desires to write? Despite the dangers, Alice is determined to satisfy her curiosity. Will her investigative skills be enough to keep her out of trouble or will she find her bottom bared?
DISCLAIMER: A Taste of Wonderland is a modern romantic contemporary adaptation of Alice in Wonderland, and is intended only for adults. This novel features the spanking of adult women, elements of age play, including anal play, and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.


Alice sat down, placing her purse on the floor. Her mouth watered as the aromas only seemed to further permeate the shop, making her stomach grumble. How could anyone step foot into such a store and not purchase a dessert? It was as though one could taste the sweetness in the air.
Tara approached the table with a hand-painted plate that held a small tart in the center and a shining silver fork to go along with it. Placing the plate onto the table, she sat down across from Alice. “Am I your first stop in Wonderland?” Tara asked.
Alice lifted the fork and took a bite of the tart, the taste savory and sweet as it tickled her tongue. What was in this dessert?
“Yes,” Alice mumbled between bites of tart. “Mr. White suggested that I visit with you first. Is there anyone else I should go visit next?”
“Mr. White owns an antique shop that specializes in pocket watches. You might find that entertaining. Though I must say that writing about my shop, Queen of Tarts, it would make a better story.”
Alice hungrily took another bite. She finished her tart and wiped her sticky fingers on a napkin, feeling quite thirsty. “Do you have something to drink?”
Tara headed to the refrigerator case and retrieved an antique bottle that required a bottle opener to pop the lid. She opened the drink, handing the blue fizzling liquid to Alice.
“What is this?” The outside of the bottle read “Drink Me.” She laughed, not waiting to hear Tara’s answer as she downed the sweet fruity liquid which eased the remainder of any fears she may have felt.
With a gulp, a warmth spread through Alice that made her tingle and giggle as though she were slightly tipsy. Her eyes were slanted with tiredness but she fought off the sensation to sleep. She had no bed and would require an hour’s drive home. Standing, Alice decided that it was time to go. Giggling, she could not contain her laughter as she found it hard to breathe.
“Here, I think the sugar in that tart went straight to your head. Did you not eat dinner?” Tara asked, shaking her head. “I would not have given you an entire tart had I known you were such a lush.” The smile never seemed to leave her lips. “Thank heavens you are with me here and not over at Mad Batter’s place. He would have you tied up in his underground BDSM club and spanked for such naughty behavior.”
“The Mad Batter?” Alice asked, trying to make sense of what Tara was telling her. Could she trust this woman? She had given her something that made her feel...unlike herself. Had she been drugged? The fear and confusion dissipated as she seemed to wake up further, giggling with happiness as her body relaxed and allowed her to let go.

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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Friday, May 19, 2017

Lee Savino joins me today with her new Berserkers title, CAPTURED BY THE BERSERKERS.  After reading this short excerpt, I can see why this book has received 48 five star reviews in just a few weeks!

She'll be ours forever... 

Long ago, a witch turned us into monsters. Our only hope is to wait for the woman who could lift the curse.

A century later, we find her. Willow. Our miracle. She's hidden away in an abbey full of orphans, while evil men plot to sell her as a bride.

We'll break her out. But she'll remain captive to her desires until we set her free...

*Author's Note: This is a standalone full-length MFM ménage romance. There are no M/M scenes, just TWO hot, dominant warriors who claim the same woman... 

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“Soon you’ll be filled by both of us. Would you like that? Look at Leif and tell him.”
“Yes,” I moaned. Leif had his cock out now, stroking it slowly as he watched Brokk restrain my writhing body.
“We will both claim you. I will take one end and Leif will take the other. We will fuck you between us and fill you with our seed. Then we’ll put you back in the belt, needy and wanting. You will clean our cocks with your mouth and savor our pleasure as your own.”
It was so dirty, so wrong, yet my orgasm rose faster than I could stop it. His fingers played in my throbbing folds.
“Would you like that, Willow? We’ll care for you, wash you and dress you and braid your hair. We’ll keep you safe, but every day you will ache, and every night you will open your body to us. You’ll remain forever a captive to our desires.”

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¨*.¸¸.*` For over a hundred years, the Berserker warriors have fought and killed for kings. There is but one enemy we cannot defeat: the beast within.

Read the complete Berserker Saga to see what fans are raving about...

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Taken by the Berserkers
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Claimed by the Berserkers
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Captured by the Berserkers
Kidnapped by the Berserkers...coming soon

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Allison West is my Tuesday guest and I love the snippet from her latest Victorian novel, THE LORDS OF DISCIPLINE!  Thanks for stopping by, Allison.

From a line of felons...Violet Kingsley’s parents, convicted of conspiring against the crown, were sent to the penal colony, leaving Violet with her abusive uncle. Escaping his home was easy, living on the streets was a matter of survival. At nineteen she wants nothing more than to see her parents again. With no other way to discover their whereabouts, she forces her way inside a restaurant and breaks into the kitchen, delivering herself one last hot meal before she too is sent to the penal colony, in hopes of finding them again.

Officer James Foster patrols the streets of London and is called into a different district to cover a shift. Catching Violet red-handed with stolen soup right out of the ladle, he has no choice but to arrest her, except his heart won’t let him send this poor woman to the magistrate for further proceedings. He’s seen her before, bought her a meal two years ago, and feels nothing but guilt for her still living the same life she had back then. He should have done more for her.

Knowing what will become of Violet as a convict on a ship set out for the penal colony, she would be one of only a few women against hundreds of men who wanted to take her virtue. Violet would not survive the transport, let alone the life of a convict in New South Wales.

Needing a caretaker for his fourteen-month old daughter, James offers her a chance to pay off her debt, with the same sentence term, seven years. Will she behave as a lady should, or find his expectations and her new life to be too difficult?

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the elements of domestic discipline and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.


“Stop!” the officer shouted at her. His icy blue eyes locked onto hers.

Violet dropped the ladle, the soup splashing about the pot. She swallowed the last bite of her bread, her eyes wide, surprised to recognize the officer standing in front of her. “James?” Was she wrong in remembering him? Perhaps he had a brother or there was a likeness between them. It had been years and Violet had spent less than an hour with him.

He sighed heavily, shaking his head, looking quite displeased. “I am going to have to arrest you, Violet.”

For the first time, she felt conflicted regarding the entire ordeal. For weeks, she had been talking herself up, deciding this was the only way to see her parents again. Not that she even knew with absolutely certainty where they were in New South Wales. It was quite a long shot, leaving London and hoping to stumble upon her parents. Laying eyes on James, it made her question all of it. Had she made a mistake?

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.

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