December 23, 2019
A delightful, sexy holiday treat from Sierra Brave!
Two
husbands, four kids, a gaggle of nosy neighbors, a
car accident, the best present ever, a naughty party, and a mother-in-law
expected for Christmas. How will Trisha ever pull it off?
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Blurb
Navigating the Yuletide season can be a challenge for anyone but after hosting their family Christmas celebration for more than fifteen years, forty-something mom, Trisha Marks-Davidson, believes she’s conquered Santa and tamed all of his reindeer. Anything but ordinary, Trisha’s family of seven consists of herself, her two husbands, Tommy and Ken, and their four kids. Despite their unusual situation, she’s cultivated a system for a fun-filled holiday packed with their own special traditions.
Trisha, Tommy,
and Ken are pleased with the quiet, comfortable life they’ve built together but
are disturbed to learn the novelty of their three-way union still hasn’t worn
off for some members of their community even after nearly two decades. A last-minute
decision to attend a neighborhood Christmas party could be the trio’s undoing.
The opportunity to set the record straight is there for the taking but actions
speak louder than words and temptation is all around them.
Excerpt:
Glancing
at the mirror, Ken caught the reflection of a slight movement in the shadows
just outside the door and sighed. "Just how long have you been skulking in
the darkness?"
"Long
enough." Trisha stepped into the room with them. Bathed in the bathroom’s
bright lights, her platinum highlights shimmered within her long, sandy-colored
locks. Ken glanced at Thomas, noting the way he eyed Trisha’s tanned, toned and
completely nude form. Ken couldn’t blame him. Even after all these years, she
was an impressive beauty and Thomas hadn’t seen her for a few days. A primal
yearning stirred within Ken as he watched his husband’s gaze eyes linger over
Trisha’s breasts and taut nipples before breezing over her tummy to her bikini
area’s neatly trimmed triangle of curls. Ken stepped closer to her, slipping
his arms around her waist and pressing a smooch against her soft, warm lips.
She smelled of sex and cinnamon-scented body lotion. "Why didn't you join
us?"
"You
two seemed to be doing just fine on your own, and I didn't want to interrupt
your anniversary sex." Ken ran his hands over the small of Trisha's back before
cupping her naked ass. She was in pretty good shape by any standards, but for a
forty-four-year-old, mother of four, she was a goddess.
"I
can't believe you were hiding in the shadows like a stalker." Thomas
wagged his head at her.
"Well...I
was awoken by the unmistakable sound of my husband receiving a blow job, and by
the time I was able to force myself out of bed to check things out, you two
were intensely focused on each other. Honestly, I couldn’t pry my eyes away. It
was so hot!"
Ken
smacked her butt playfully, eliciting a tiny squeal, "Naughty peeper.
Maybe I should grab the hairbrush and punish you." Trisha's face lit up.
She enjoyed playing the naughty college co-ed to his strict professor, and Ken
loved the way her ass jiggled when he spanked her. Sadly, Thomas was never
interested in playing those games with them. Ken’s cock twitched a hair at the
mere thought of putting the big, sexy blond man over his knee.
"I
already came, but if we have any more of those little, blue pills, I'll be glad
to give you equal time, Trish." Thomas smiled at her from his partially
slumped-over position on the side of the tub. Ken smirked, secretly proud to
have drained the poor guy dry.
Leaning
against the counter with her legs crossed at the ankles, Trisha shook her head,
a smirk playing on her pouty lips. "I'm good. Why do you think Ken and I
were naked when you got home?"
Rock You Like a Hurricane
Baby Makes Four
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Jerrik: A Viking Warrior Romance
(Viking Surrender Book 8)
Viking
romance, Dark romance, BDSM, Spanking romance, Erotic RomanceBlurbs:
Viking
Surrender
A horde of battle-hardened, ferocious Nordic warriors
A Pictish village at the mercy of its enemies.
A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant
brides.
Delivered into Viking hands, claimed and conquered, each
bride must accept that she belongs to her new master. But, as wedding nights
bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?
The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and
the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no
lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.
Nine provocatively
sensual tales of suspense, seduction and adventure told against the forbidding backdrop of medieval
Scotland.
Journey together with indomitable heroes and intrepid
heroines, as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can
transform into enduring devotion.
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happens next' for all nine couples.
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Jerrik
Brigid: The
last thing I need is a husband, especially some Viking brute commanding my
surrender.
Jerrik:
Fight all you want, little Pict. You will yield to my desire...
Forced into
a union she didn't seek, Brigid is terrified and aroused by Jerrik's masterful
behaviour and carnal demands.
But, when he
saves her son from the ferocious ocean, Brigid realises he may be the hero she
needs, as well as the man she craves.
Excerpt
“You can
make it up to me later,” he demanded as he sauntered towards the place where she was still kneeling. “After I
have punished you for defying me.”
Brigid
panted at Jerrik’s assertions, and she drew in a deep breath, as if to compose
herself. “I know I am your wife now,” she murmured in response. “But I am also a grown woman, Jerrik, and a mother. I
cannot have you punishing me, especially in front of Bram.”
Her tone was
laced with just a hint of insolence, and it was enough to stir his already
unsatisfied cock.
“You no
longer have the choice,” he reminded her flatly. “You’re my responsibility now,
Brigid, and our children will be of my heritage. Your defiance will be
punished. It is how us Vikings deal with such
things.”
She dropped
the vegetables and rose unsteadily to her feet. Brigid was trembling, and Jerrik
wondered if it was fear that inspired the gesture, or something else. It had
been some time since Brigid had been mastered, and he was starting to wonder if
her first husband had ever truly done the job. He sensed there was a part of
her that wanted to yield to someone stronger than herself, but the woman had
spent so long being responsible for herself and Bram, she seemed to be
struggling with the new power dynamic. Jerrik could understand that. He needed to guide
her.
“What will
you do?” she whispered, gazing up at him with anxious eyes.
Jerrik
smiled, moving towards her and taking one of those small, cold palms in his
hands. “Nothing severe,” he promised. “Just enough to remind you of your
place.”
“The
b-birch?” she stammered, barely able to articulate the final word.
Evidently,
his little wife had quite the fear of the birch, and he mused that it would be
worth remembering that for future misdemeanours, of which he was sure they
would be a great many.
“No,” he
assured her. “Not this time.”
Brigit
exhaled in apparent relief. “Then what?”
Jerrik shook
his head with a grin. “I had intended to surprise you with the penance later,”
he said, dropping his tone as he inched towards her body.
“Please,”
she replied, craning her neck to look up into his eyes. “I’ve never done this
before, Jerrik. Bram’s father never…”
She paused,
lowering her gaze.
“He never
punished you?” Jerrik offered.
He wasn’t
well versed in Pict traditions, but it seemed ludicrous that the man had done
nothing to love or guide his spouse at all.
“He never
really did anything to me,” she replied with a sigh. “Apart from the
obvious—usually when he had consumed too much mead. So long as I fed him on
time, he generally left me be.”
“I see.”
Jerrik’s tone had lowered in response to Brigid’s description. He was pleased
he would never have to meet this man and make him atone for his incompetence.
It seemed as though there was already enough to be done.
“You’ll find
I am quite a different proposition,” he told her. “I have high expectations of
you, Brigid, but I will repay your effort with my sword and dagger which will
protect and provide for you, and with my body, which will honour you. I’m sure
you know to what I speak, but if there was any doubt, then I hope the last evenings have reassured you?”
Brigid
sucked her lower lip between her teeth at Jerrik’s words. It was clear she did
remember their unions of consummation. “Yes,” she replied in a breathy tone. “I
should like more of that.”
Her face
flamed at the admission, and he chuckled at her embarrassment. “And you shall
have it,” he told her. “Just as you shall bear my punishment.”
She
swallowed, but in those hazel eyes there was a flicker of acknowledgement.
“Aye, well,” she murmured. “I will try and
yield, Jerrik, yet I think I am out of practise.”
Jerrik
grinned at the concession. “A good, hard, bare-bottomed spanking over my knee
should help you to remember,” he drawled. “Do you not think?”
Her breaths
were coming out in short, fast pants. “A spanking?”
He nodded.
“Yes.”
Brigid closed
her eyes at his edict. “Then please, Jerrik, do not make me endure it in front
of my son. This is new to him also.”
Jerrik
appraised her pained expression with interest. He’d never even contemplated the
child witnessing her penance until now; in fact, until this morning, he’d never
even contemplated having a child before.
“We shall
find something to amuse him this afternoon,” he decided, raising his hand to
gently tilt her chin in his direction.
The touch of his hand at her face drew Brigid’s eyes open in
an instant, and for a long moment, their eyes locked.
“And once we
are alone, you will learn how to submit, wife.”
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December 9, 2019
She’s a princess and
he’s an admiral. Can he tame her mutinous behavior?
Kai and Gael are water and oil. They
can never be blended.
Bound to the Admiral
The Lighthouses of Devmaer, book 1
by
Libby Campbell
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Blurb:
When her parents choose a gruff, battle-hardened admiral as her mate and give her no say at all in the matter, twenty-one-year-old Princess Gael does not hesitate to make her displeasure known. Despite her protests, however, her old-fashioned yet undeniably sexy husband-to-be wastes no time in taking her over his knee and baring her bottom for a painful, embarrassing spanking when she defies him during an ancient ceremony intended to celebrate their union.
Fleet Admiral Kai Grenville has no doubt that taming his beautiful, feisty new mate will be a battle, but it is a battle he intends to win. If that means paddling Gael’s beautiful backside bright red with her panties stuffed in her mouth to teach her what happens to sassy mates, then so be it.
Though she does her best to remain indignant about her situation and Kai’s willingness to chastise her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Gael cannot deny her body’s response to his dominance, and when he claims her the pleasure is more intense than she would have thought possible. But with a plague ravaging their world and Gael’s reckless behavior putting her in danger, can Kai find a way to conquer her heart while also keeping her safe?
This standalone novel has a satisfying ending and can be read as a standalone or as part of the series.
Publisher’s Note: Bound to the Admiral includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Excerpt:
On the writing desk in Kai’s chamber lay a gift package. Wrapped in pale blue silk and tied with a midnight blue ribbon, it was clearly paddle-shaped. Paddles were a common joining gift in Senne. They were sold in shops along with binding ribbons and other ceremonial keepsakes. Gael knew that some couples treated them as a joke, leaving them in a drawer with pretty garters and other souvenirs. She’d seen some proudly displayed on mantelpieces beside family photos. But she never thought anyone would have the audacity to give her one. She didn’t often use her title and position to avoid unpleasantness, but she would have now if she could.
Kai handed it to her and the weight of it made her catch her breath. It was exactly what she feared. She read the small tag that hung from the midnight blue ribbon. To Princess Gael and Admiral Kai with every good wish for a happy union.
“You may open it,” he said, watching her intensely.
With an enormous effort she forced her demeanor to remain neutral, not wanting the dread surging through her to register on her face. “Who is it from?” she asked, grateful that her hands weren’t shaking as she undid the bow.
“You’ve seen the tag. You know as much as I do. My guess is that it must be from someone close to you, someone who knows how difficult it’s going to be for you to settle into a joined life for four years.” The corners of his mouth lifted in a knowing smile.
Gael stared at his resolute, unreadable face, wondering how she would manage for the duration of their mateship. Four years. That’s how long the vows would bind them. It might as well be forever.
When the silk fell away, she held a long-handled ochre-colored paddle. One side of the round head was decorated with Celtic knots. The other side had the words naughty girl carved into it backwards. She puzzled over it, tracing the letters with her index finger.
“It’s written in reverse so that when it’s properly used, at length and on the same spot, those words will be paddled into your backside.” Kai said coolly.
Gael shoved the package at him, trying to step away.
He caught her by the wrist and his huge hand engulfed hers. Once again, his muscular fingers imprisoned her wrist as effectively as an iron manacle. She was helpless against his superior strength. Worse still, the memory of how those powerful hands had lit her backside on fire and drenched her pussy weakened her at the knees.
“Don’t make your fate any worse that it is already,” he said, his voice soft.
Gael looked around the room, wide-eyed, as if an escape portal might magically appear.
Kai
nodded at the paddle. “This is a fine gift. We must use it immediately for good
luck.” He sat on the end of the bed, drawing her close to him.
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December 3, 2019
Exciting
news!
Love
hard-muscled, dominant heroes? Love Viking romance?
The
steamily seductive Viking Surrender series (first released as the 'Vikings'
boxed set) has hit Amazon with brand-new epilogues... so you can find out 'what
happens next' for all nine couples.
If
you're yet to explore this gorgeous set of shared-world romances, filled with
scorching scenes of sexy sizzle and supreme alpha hotness, you've a real treat
in store.
For a limited time, all the titles are on sale, and you can devour them in Kindle Unlimited.
Find the whole series on Amazon US here - https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07ZSZV1JV
Happy
Reading... your Viking warrior book
boyfriends await
Vikings : The Prologue by Ashe Barker (Viking Surrender #1) Essential reading to find out how it all began … and you can grab this 12000 word appetiser absolutely free from wherever you like to buy your ebooks.
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A horde of battle-hardened, ferocious Nordic warriors.
A Pictish village at the mercy of its enemies.
A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides
Delivered into Viking hands, claimed and conquered, each bride must accept that she belongs to her new master. But, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?
The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.
Begin the journey here...
Enter a world of suspense, seduction and adventure, told against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland.
Journey together with indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines, as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.
Brandr : A Viking Warrior Romance (Viking Surender #2) by Ashe Barker
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Forced to wed the fierce Viking warlord in
order to save her people, Eithne has no choice but to surrender to her powerful
and terrifying husband. She submits to his stern discipline, but his tenderness
takes her breath away. A man of his word, Brandr means to keep his side of
their bargain and will see her village safe and protected from their enemies.
But what of Eithne? Who will protect her as she learns to care for this
ferocious man who now leads her people and holds her heart in his mighty hands?
1.
Excerpt from The
Prologue
“We shall not surrender, nor shall we flee…. this
is an unequal contest, and we cannot win. To take up arms against men such as
them would lead to certain death.”
“Better to die with honour—”
“Better still not to die at all. I have another idea.
We shall negotiate.”
Rhiannon gaped at her. “Are you quite mad? You
would have more success seeking to bargain with a wildcat, or that wolf which
Ailsa insists upon keeping.”
“They are men, not animals. They will listen to
reason.”
“That is a matter of opinion. I still say—”
“For once, Rhiannon, please, just do as you are
told. Put down that weapon and go hide with the others. I shall go and speak
with these…these…Norsemen.”
“You are bent on this madness?”
“It is the only way…”
“Then, if you insist upon facing them, I shall be
at your side. I consider this a foolhardy notion, but I will not let you go
alone.”
Despite Rhiannon’s belligerent tone, Eithne had
never been more pleased to have her at her side. Theirs was not an easy relationship,
it never had been, but Eithne loved her sister by marriage and was proud of her
courage. “Ah, my sister. I see your father in you, and your brother. I shall be
glad to have you with me, but by all that is holy, you must keep quiet and let
me do the talking.” Eithne turned and dashed towards the path leading down into
the narrow cove where the Vikings’ ships already swooped in towards the beach.
“And put that damned sword away before someone gets hurt.”
“You are muttering to yourself. What are you
saying?” Rhiannon scrambled behind Eithne down the cliff path.
“I am trying to recall a few words of Norse. There
were Nordic settlers close to my childhood home on Orkney, and I picked up a
few phrases. I thought if I were to greet them cordially…”
“You imagine you might resolve this situation by
wishing them a pleasant morning and discussing the weather?”
Eithne did not blame Rhiannon for being
incredulous. She could barely believe it herself. But if words were to be her
weapons, she would do her best to assemble the best ones.
They emerged from the path onto the sand and
shingle, at the same instant that the leading dragon ship swept onto the beach.
Already the first of the warriors were leaping over the sides into the surf,
wading ashore.
“Wait here,” Eithne commanded. “And say nothing.”
She stepped forward. Alone.
2.
Excerpt from Brandr
“Lady, what are you doing out here?”
She did not see him but heard his low growl from
deep within the forested area to the south of their settlement. Eithne stood a
moment, and Brandr appeared from among the trees.
She gasped, stepped back. She had momentarily
forgotten just how large he was, how menacing. Brandr’s hand shot out to catch
her just in time or she would have tumbled backwards into the undergrowth.
“Steady. I do not wish your bottom to be already
covered in bruises before I have an opportunity to take a switch to your tender
flesh.”
“A…a switch?” Sweet Jesu, she had not bargained on
that. A hand-spanking, perhaps…
“Aye. And you may consider yourself fortunate it is
not to be worse.”
“Worse? In what way might it be worse?” she
wondered aloud.
“You will be punished within the confines of our
home. The rest of your people will no doubt hear your cries, but they will not
witness your punishment with their own eyes.”
Eithne stared at him, his hard features illuminated
by the lamp she still held, though her hand shook. She supposed she should
thank him but could not bring herself to do so. His next words rendered such a
response unnecessary.
“I see no cause to bare my wife’s body for all to
enjoy. Your nudity will be for my eyes alone.”
“You are a savage, Jarl. A barbarian,” she blurted
before she could think better of it. “You say these things to frighten me.”
“I say these things because they are true. And were
I truly a savage, you would not be standing in front of me pointing the matter
out. You would have already tasted the Norse justice you seem so certain of.”
“I do not understand…”
He sighed and released his grip on her arm. “And I
do not understand what brings you out so late. Is there a problem, lady?”
“No. I just… I
wondered where you were and…and if you needed me to tell you which cottage is
mine. Ours.”
“I think you may rely upon me not to become lost. I
know which dwelling is yours, Eithne.”
“You mean to share it with me?”
“Of course.”
“This night?”
His lip quirked, the expression caught in the
lamplight. “You seem eager, little Pict. Can it be that you imagine you might
distract me from administering your punishment by offering me the delights of
your body?”
November 25, 2019
Alyssa Bailey returns with the 4th installment in her Lords and Little Ladies series!
He needed a lady of quality on his arm, a mistress in his bed, and a princess to pamper.
Blurb
He wants a lady of quality
on his arm, a mistress in his bed, and a princess to pamper.
When the time’s right. When he’s ready. When he finds
her. But not yet. Lord Anthony Kendrick has obligations he fulfills daily but
there is one he has yet to address; finding a wife and begetting heirs. All in
due time. Without warning, he discovers the very woman he has been waiting for
in his drawing-room, and she needs what he can offer. If he were ready and if
she were to agree.
Lady Genevieve Jacobson does not want to marry now, if
ever. Her relatives disagree and pressure her to accept the offer of a man
thirty years her senior. As the eldest, she is obligated to marry before her
sister. Ginny refuses to comply. Suddenly her freedom and her very life is at
stake. She must make some dangerous choices if she is to have any say in her
future happiness.
When Kendrick finds Ginny has taken matters in her own
hands and put herself in mortal danger, he decides the time is right to claim
her. Even if she doesn’t agree.
This is book four in the Lords and Little Ladies
series but reads as a standalone.
Publisher’s Note: This historical romance contains
elements of mystery, suspense, action, adventure, power exchange, and sensual
scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase
Excerpt
Her voice grew
husky as he began to pull the skirt of the gown up her legs, caressing the skin
it uncovered.
Her intake of
breath told him he was affecting her and her nipples were hard points beneath
the thin cloth of her bridal nightwear. His finger traced a line up her smooth
inner thighs, and he found her cunny bush, wet with her essence. His cock
jumped in response. As it thickened and grew, Ginny wiggled. Now it was his
turn to suck air.
“Did I hurt
you?” her voice was thick and husky with passion.
“No, sweetheart.
Keep reading.” She whimpered. He tickled the slender column of her neck with
his tongue. He felt her shiver as she turned to look at him.
“Kendrick,” she
said with a taste of desperation in her voice.
His lips took
hers in a deep kiss which she turned her body into. Her hands slid into his
hair. His tongue traced the entrance of her mouth, battling with her resistance
when she unsealed her lips and her teeth parted. His tongue plunged in her
mouth, as his hand massaged her soft, perfect breast. He tweaked the nipple,
pinching it just enough to add a zing of pain.
He moved to the
other breast as he came up for air. Heavy breaths and more whining from his
girl. He needed to claim her and the only way to do that was to take her to his
bed. He swooped her up in his arms as he ravaged her lips again. Laying her
gently on the bed, she looked dazed. He needed to give her an orgasm before
taking their clothes off.
Cunnilingus was
off the table this first time and maybe for the first few times because he
didn’t want her to be embarrassed in any way but he did enjoy oral loving. She
would eventually taste him as well but not tonight. Tonight, he would use his
fingers to tease her clit and help her love the experience. He kissed her cheek
and down her belly, stopping at her breasts for some extended play.
As he found her
belly button, he moved his fingers into position. “Ginny, don’t move. You will
enjoy this more if you try to make yourself remain still.”
“Kendrick, I
don’t know about this.”
“I do. Now
listen to me. I’m taking you to paradise, but you cannot move. I’ll spank you
if you do.”
She nodded and
her lip was between her teeth again. He reached up and removed it. “No biting
your lip because you could bite down on it when I make you come.”
She shivered and
nodded. He grinned. He felt like an eagle swooping down on his prey. He put his
fingers near her slit and found it well lubricated with her desire. He kissed
her belly and teased her clit. She raised up, and he swatted her thigh.
“No moving,
woman.”
She answered
with a groan.
BIO
USA Today and
#1 International best-selling author of historic and contemporary romances,
Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of
Southeast Alaska. Along with her husband, she lives where the sky meets the
rainforest; the forest meets the mountains that touch the ocean, and the
wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are
wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.
Alyssa loves
writing realistic romance for the naughty in all of us. She takes from her own
experiences, often scrambling events from her life with her imagination,
ensuring the fictitious worlds she creates seem real and draw you in.
She loves writing power exchanges between
strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and loving
men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe
despite her choices is a common theme and of course, there’s always a happily
ever after.
If she can
throw a little humor, or suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her
characters live amongst historical lords and ladies, in the contemporary realm
amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working cowboys and
fiercely romantic Indians.
Alyssa online:
Twitter: @blushingalyssa
Also by Alyssa Bailey and
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Lords
and Little Ladies Series:
Lord
Thayer’s Choice (Book 1)
The
Black Laird Demands (Book3)
Lord Kendrick’s Obligation
Safe
and Secure Series:
Saving Jessie (TBA)
Clearwater
Ranch Series
Lone
Wind Series:
Chase
Abbey Series:
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O'Connor Series:
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Ciaran and Katherine's Story
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Kelli and Parker’s Story
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WOLFLORD
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She fought him. He claimed her anyway.
Ruari of Clan Dundalk knew Arielle was his mate as soon as he set eyes on her, but he had planned to court her properly. When she arrives in his lands as an uninvited stowaway, however, he decides it is time for this beautiful, headstrong female to be taught her place over his knee.
As she is led to her new mate’s castle naked, blushing, and sore, with only a sheet to hide her helpless arousal, Arielle’s fury at being bared and spanked is exceeded only by her desperate need to be thrown to the ground and ravaged by the brute who just punished her so shamefully.
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She fought him. He claimed her anyway.
Ruari of Clan Dundalk knew Arielle was his mate as soon as he set eyes on her, but he had planned to court her properly. When she arrives in his lands as an uninvited stowaway, however, he decides it is time for this beautiful, headstrong female to be taught her place over his knee.
As she is led to her new mate’s castle naked, blushing, and sore, with only a sheet to hide her helpless arousal, Arielle’s fury at being bared and spanked is exceeded only by her desperate need to be thrown to the ground and ravaged by the brute who just punished her so shamefully.
She won’t have to wait long…
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Blurb
When her brother
tries to force her into a marriage with a detestable baron, Julianna Halstead
flees the family estate she has helped manage since the death of her parents.
But as she makes her escape late at night, Juliana’s carelessness nearly
results in her being trampled by a galloping horse, and the steed’s handsome
rider takes it upon himself to correct her right then and there.
Though having her
bottom bared and soundly spanked on the side of the road leaves Juliana
blushing crimson, the punishment arouses her intensely and her body’s helpless
response cannot be hidden. To make matters worse, the gentleman over whose lap
she was so firmly chastised turns out to be none other than Viscount
Stonehurst, someone she has known since childhood.
When Stonehurst
learns of Juliana’s predicament, he decides to make her his bride. She will be
no ordinary wife, however. She will be something much more shameful. But even
as she is leashed, collared, and put on display in a cage wearing only a tail,
then brought out to be used in ways no proper lady should enjoy, will Juliana
come to love her new life as the viscount’s pet?
Publisher’s Note: The Viscount’s Pet is a stand-alone
novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used and His Innocent Bride. It includes spankings
and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Excerpt
Letting him plug her
darkest entrance still felt scandalous and taboo. Her submissive side found it
raw and erotic, so primal it was intoxicating. Wearing her tail helped her sink
into pet space and freed her from any concerns and inhibitions.
Stonehurst stood with
his back to the window, silhouetted by the light. He turned stern and
commanding—her master in every sense. “Do you trust me never to hurt you or
push you too far?”
“Of course,” she
answered instantly.
He passed her a small
wooden box. “Take a look at this, puss.”
Puzzled, she lifted the
lid and pulled out a bundle of leather straps with buckle fastenings at each
end. A ball with fine whiskers attached hung in the middle. Uncertain, she ran
her fingers over it.
She hardly spoke when
in feline mode, just mewled or purred as she wound between her beloved master’s
ankles. She wasn’t sure about wearing a gag, but her cunny tingled at the
thought. “You want to silence me?”
Part of her wanted to
back off in horror, but if she was honest, she loved it.
Stonehurst kissed the
tip of her nose. “Think about it for as long as you like, sweetheart. The
decision is always yours.”
Reassured, she dropped
to her knees and crawled to her cage. Pausing in the doorway, she gave her
derriere a sassy wiggle. His hungry groan made her feel feminine and flirty.
Their evenings were
unusual and naughty, but she thought them perfect. She held the ball to her
lips and licked it. It didn’t taste of sour glue or even of chemicals, so she
slipped it into her mouth to test it.
She felt more
vulnerable than ever, but Stonehurst would never hurt her. Her jaw might ache
if they used it too long, though. Next, she pulled the straps around her head.
It wouldn’t be too tight, and her feline side loved her spider-thin whiskers.
Taking it from her
lips, she emerged from her refuge and rubbed against Stonehurst’s calves. He
stroked her hair. “Has my sweet little kitten decided? No pressure, puss, do
what seems right.”
She blinked as she
looked up at him then nodded.
“Good girl,” he
approved, “but if you hate it, remove it. Although, in here, I like my kitty
having whiskers.”
With a swish of her
hips that waggled her tail, she sat on her haunches and sucked the ball back
into her mouth. She sank to all fours, her head lowered for him to fasten the
buckle. Pawing at her face, she gave a contented purr. She’d never been more
cat.
He hooked a leash into
a metal loop stitched into her collar. “Cats use their whiskers to sense their
surroundings. I can help with that.”
He pulled off his
cravat and folded it into a makeshift blindfold, and fastened it around her
eyes. The darkness disoriented her.
He tickled behind her
ear. “Show me what a well-behaved kitty you are. Let’s take a stroll. Try to
stay close to my legs, but I’ll spank you if you trip me.”
Rubbing against him,
she trailed her whiskers against his breeches. She concentrated on every sound,
determined to please him. He must have brought the riding crop from Grace
Street over with their sex toys. He guided her around the room by planting a
series of light slaps to her thigh.
After a couple of
circuits, he removed the blindfold. “Well done, puss.”
His praise delighted
her. As a reward, he teased her by dangling a long piece of fur over her head.
She liked that when she batted it, the bell on her collar rang.
After a while, he
changed tactics, dragging it along the carpet. She pounced like a lioness. Her
new bell tinkled as she caught it with her first leap.
He rubbed her cheek. “I
think your reactions have got faster. Give it back and I’ll beat you next
time.”
Her inner animal
snarled, and she hugged the trophy two-handed to her chest. She’d won it, and
her wildcat side intended to keep it, even if he spanked her for it. Maybe she
wanted his palm beating on her posterior and the intense orgasms that followed.
When he tried to take
it, she growled, wiggled her hips in mock attack mode, and slapped his arm.
He gave her behind a
sharp smack. “Bad kitten. Behave or your master will spank you in earnest.”
After a moment’s
hesitation, she twined about his legs like a she-cat in heat, but she refused
to relinquish her prize.
He swooped without
warning, grabbed her by the waist, and hauled her across to the sofa. When he
sat, he draped her over her knee. She jiggled her hips, all sass and sensual
invitation.
“Twenty hard spanks,
but if you drop the fur I’ll stop. You got that, kitten?”
Gagged, she couldn’t
answer, so she clutched her trophy tighter. His dominance thrilled her, and she
submitted completely. Reality faded. All that mattered was pleasing her master.
Fucking him afterward, too.
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The Lighthouses of Devmaer, prequel
by
Libby Campbell
Buy link: Amazon
Available free for a limited time here.
Blurb:
Freja, rescued from the flesh markets of Silvelea at a young age, has learned firsthand how difficult life is for orphan girls on the planet of Devmaer. Her “rescue” landed her in the harsh world of Matron Cass Warren’s Girls Crib, where young girls are groomed to be sold off as mates to the highest bidder as soon as they reach maturity.
At eighteen Freja was drawn to Déak Ryba, the first man to ever show her kindness. But he didn’t stand a chance against Iwon Sándor’s money and power. Iwon claimed Freja’s hand, condemning her to a miserable life of abuse and neglect.
After three long-suffering years, Freja’s matehood was cut short by his untimely death.
For the first time in her life Freja finds herself free - free to work like a slave to repay the staggering debts Iwon left her. During her final ritual as his widow, a freak accident sweeps her out to sea and remarkably, right back into Déak’s arms.
Can the love that Déak and Freja once shared possibly have survived long years of separation? Will they finally claim the shared life that was denied them? Or will their happiness be stolen again by the sinister forces circling at the edge of their lives?
This novella is a prequel to Bound To The Admiral, book 1 in The Lighthouses of Devmaer series. It introduces the alien world of the planet Devmaer as well as some of the minor characters.
While it is a part of a series, it has a satisfying ending and can be read as a standalone.
Disclaimer: Bound to the Past is a second chance, fantasy-world romance. Along with a happily-ever after ending, it has some very steamy scenes, including elements of power exchange and discipline.
#romance #fantasy #scifi #naughty #erotica #HEA #alphahero #feisty #spanking #DD #powerexchange #BoundToThePast #lighthouses #submission #suspense
Excerpt:
“I’ll take the rest of your clothes now.” [Déak said]
Freja hesitated and he delivered a sharp smack to her bottom through her wet panties. “When I tell you to do something, My Innocent, I do it for your own good and I expect you to obey. Immediately.” His tone was imperious, but his eyes glowed with tender humor. “We’ve wasted too much time for you to play coy now.”
He hadn’t forgotten her. He’d measured their separation like she had, aware of lost time. And he’d remembered how she responded to a loving whack.
Hastily she stripped off her wet t-shirt, unsure of why she’d been even slightly reluctant to do as he said. Hadn’t she dreamt of this reunion for years? She needed to lay herself open to him, body and soul. When she peeled off her bra, her nipples stood erect, as hard as stones. Déak looked at them and the color of his hair darkened from blue to blue-black immediately. He walked back to the rickleberry bush and hung her t-shirt and bra next to her jeans. She followed him a few paces, determined not to let him out of her sight.
Her breath quickened at the signs of his arousal. She longed to rake her fingers through his gorgeous mane, to press her curves against his sculpted body again but this time with no flimsy cloth separating them.
Don’t miss any of Libby Campbell’s great books:
The Lighthouses of Devmaer
Bound to the Admiral
Time Travel:
His Land, His Law
A Time For Will
Contemporary Romance:
Festive Fire – a Christmas romance
Romancing the Coast – a 3 book box set. Individual titles available separately.
Simon in Charge – a 3 book box-set. Individual titles available separately.
Libby Campbell in her own words:
My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.
Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club.
Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.
My passions are reading and writing. I adore all animals and love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing.
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PK Corey returns with the fourth installment in her popular Cal's Law series, SEARCHING FOR HOME. Enjoy this teasing excerpt and grab your copy today!
Blurb:
Jenny is happily married to her strong,
gorgeous sheriff. She has great friends and a good job. But life is never
perfect is it? Within a short time, she and Cal have to move from the home they
rent, need to move in with his parents and receive life-changing news from her
mother’s lawyer. Jenny’s friend and boss, Allie, has her share of problems too
– money woes, grabby clients and burglaries near her work.
When they try to keep their worries from their
protective husbands, they find out what it means to have an alpha man to deal
with. After the girls are attacked at work, things seem to go from bad to
worse. Taking on adult responsibilities is never easy as they’re finding out
the hard way. Good thing they have their older friends, Cassie, Sue, Annie and
Lily to fall back on.
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EXCERPT:
"All right, fine. You're not hormonal. But
you won't tell me what's bothering you. All you're willing to do is yell at me
and tell me to go to hell. So, I say there's a serious attitude adjustment
needed."
Allie glared at him defiantly, but her inner
thoughts didn't match her outward appearance. Finally, she thought to herself. She didn't feel she could ask for
a spanking, but she needed one so badly. Allie had never been a fan of
discipline or punishment spankings. The vast majority of the spankings Ryan
gave her were simply for fun, maybe a little sexy foreplay, but very rarely for
serious reasons.
Over time, however, she realized that a serious
spanking was sometimes needed. They were rare, but they were also, strangely
enough, comforting. She needed to
know that Ryan was there for her, as steady as a rock. She needed to struggle
against him, she needed Ryan to win the struggle and spank her hard. She even
craved the pain. The pain would push everything else aside, at least for a
short time. She needed the ultimate surrender, the release, the tears, the
aftercare, the reconnection—she needed it all. And from the look in Ryan's
eyes, she was definitely about to get it.
When he pulled her firmly by the hand into the
bedroom, Allie felt obliged to protest, muttering that she'd done nothing wrong
and that Ryan had no reason to spank her. Ignoring her, he reached into the
drawer of the nightstand and pulled out the antique black hairbrush that was
only used for serious spankings and tossed it onto the bed. Allie stared at it
with a mixture of dread and relief. This wasn't going to be a 'play' spanking.
Meet PK Corey
After spending thirty-six years in two
careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve
been happily married for thirty-six-years and my sweet husband has gotten used
to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an
excellent editor when he’s pressed into service.
I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories
since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to
come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on
discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and
enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although
the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and
their men takes top priority.
My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in
love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her
safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her
side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My Cal’s Law series, is about a younger
couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline
draw them together.
I love my husband, my kids, my cats,
reading, writing and hearing from my readers. You can contact me at pk.corey@yahoo.com
PK Corey’s Reading Room blog
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October 21, 2019
Brandi Evans is sharing a peek at her BDSM contemporary romance, HIS FOR THE TAKING. Add in a touch of mystery and you have a great read sure to keep you engaged until the end.
Not all love stories play by society’s rules.
Purchase Link: https://www.amazon.com/Brandi-Evans/e/B004D05W56/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
Blurb:
I love managing Red Light Lingerie, a sexy boutique in Dallas. I get to
spend my days talking to people about bedroom wear, sex toys, and enhancement
lotions for all occasions. But by far, my favorite erotic job perk is my sexy
British boss, Maxwell Penn.
Max is a Matthew McConaughey look-alike who’s equal parts dreamboat and
domineering pain in the neck, and I regularly fluctuate between “I want to bed
him” and “I want to strangle him.” But still, yum.
The paradigm of our relationship, however, changes irrevocably when a
lingerie designer, a friend of Max’s from Britain, comes to town, and I have to
stand in for a no-show lingerie model. Before I can say G-string, I find myself
sandwiched between Max and his dark-n-sexy friend.
I’d be in total heaven if it weren’t for the guilt swirling in Max’s blue
eyes. I have no idea why it’s there, but I’m bound and determined to find out.
Publisher’s Note: This
book contains descriptions of consensual activities, including eroticism and
discipline. If you object to these elements, please do not read this book.
Excerpt
I yanked against my restraints. The material stretched with my movements,
but my hands stayed firmly bound at the small of my back.
“See, Max? This is one sturdy piece of lingerie.”
My mind exploded with images of what they could do to me, completely
helpless and practically naked. Should I worry? A smart woman probably
would—but the look in Max’s eyes—
I’d never wanted him more than I did at that moment.
Garrett’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Also, I designed the top so the
two front halves can be pushed together to allow quick and easy access to the tits
without having to untie any restraints already put in place. Would you like a
demonstration of that, too?”
Max’s gaze stayed locked with mine, never veering, never faltering. “I’m
thinking.”
I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. But who was I fooling? I’d wanted
Max to touch me for a long time. I’d dreamed about it and gotten off while
imagining him fucking me. But what about Garrett? I’d fantasized about being
with multiple men, too, so I’d consider his presence icing on the beefcake.
Part of me wished Max and I were alone, but it was probably better we
weren’t. Less intimate, which I needed. As it was, the intensity of his stare
threatened to melt me into a puddle.
“Please touch me, Max,” I whispered, unable to stop myself. At least, I
think I verbalized the words, but I may have simply mouthed them. “Please.”
Max’s eyes widened. His nostrils flared. And he hesitated a long,
tortuous moment before stepping into me and yanking the garment’s outer edges
into the valley between my breasts, completely exposing me—and then cupping the
undersides of my breasts.
October 15, 2019
Daryl Devore returns with a rewritten re-release of her sweet romance novella, THE GIFT. This short story with a hint of mystery would be a great way to introduce yourselves to a new author if you haven't read her before.
Blurb and Buy Links
Daryl Devore’s latest is a sweet whimsical romance with a touch of mystery
Darcy O'Calahann, a junior gardener from a small mid-western town, is trying to make her way in the big city. After a stranger asks a mysterious question, Darcy finds a red tulip inside her locked gardening shed.
Shamus McTavis is a wealthy bachelor with a mysterious family past. But more surprising is his resemblance to the stranger who offered her the red tulip.
Are Darcy's eyes playing tricks on her? Is she losing her mind? Or is there really a red tulip trying to link Shamus and her together?
Note- This book was previously published under the author’s pen name – Victoria Adams
Buy Links
Amazon – Australia – Paperback – later date
Excerpt
Do you believe in magic? I am beginning to think I do. It can be the only possible explanation for my story?
~***~
"When was the last time you were offered the gift of a red tulip?"
I turned to see who spoke while I wondered if he was addressing me. A man sat on a park bench, dressed in a dark suit, with a bowler hat, holding a cane and his head bowed. I shifted to continue along the path, and when his face lifted I found myself gaping at two glowing green eyes.
"When was the last time you were offered the gift of a red tulip?"
I blinked, trying to look away from those mesmerizing orbs. A mixture of fear and intrigue fluttered in my belly. "Uh, never. I mean, no one has ever offered me a tulip."
"A red tulip."
"Okay, no one has ever offered me a red tulip." Uneasiness slithered through me. "Nice chatting with you."
Smiling, I scurried down the path leading away from the park bench and towards the gardener's shed. With Jacobs being sick today, I had to hurry to get the last of the flower beds cleaned and prepared for spring plantings. The past winter had been bitter. It seemed tree branches and mouse damage wreaked havoc on every one of the one hundred and sixteen different flowerbeds.
I slipped my key into the lock, opened the shed door, stepped inside and shut it behind me. The fragrance of old wood, potting soil and gas fumes brought a tickle to the back of my throat. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself a moment to indulge in the beauty of his eyes. Emerald green. As brilliant as the gems locked among the diamonds at Tiffany's. Not that I shop there. Couldn't possibly afford anything on a junior gardener's salary, but I do fantasize when wandering the aisles.
What would it be like to be with a man like that? For those few moments in his presence, I was unable to think. My breath caught in my lungs. My palms were slick with beads of sweat. I shook my head, opened my eyes, and tugged the ever-present hair tie off my wrist. "Get over yourself, Darcy. A man like that wants a supermodel who can slink around on eight-inch heels. Not someone who digs in the dirt all day."
Felicity Brandon returns with a A Dark Necessities prequel - TEMPTED. This is Dalton's story and fans of this dark romance series will jump at the chance to delve into this new read that's as hot as the previous trilogy!
Buy links:
US:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Y2YTQSY
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07Y2YTQSY
Australia: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B07Y2YTQSY
Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07Y2YTQSY
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07Y2YTQSY
Australia: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B07Y2YTQSY
Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07Y2YTQSY
Goodreads
TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/47959332-tempted
Blurb:
I’m
obsessed with a woman who’s nothing but trouble.
She’s
feisty and tempting.
And
she doesn’t let anything come in the way of her mission.
I’ve
dealt with my fair share of rule-breakers.
So,
Delilah isn’t what I need.
But
I can’t stop dreaming about having her in my arms.
She
might be hiding a secret.
A
secret that could destroy me and burn the city to the ground.
There’s
only one question that remains.
Is
she worth the destruction that she’s about to cause?
Excerpt:
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she
quipped once more. “Are you threatening me… again?”
He smiled at her, hoping she could
sense how hazardous her situation was at this moment. Dalton wasn’t usually the
kind of man who would force himself on anyone. He loved his kink, but he only
practiced it in consensual unions. Dalton wasn’t his brother— he had never
taken anyone without consent, and he never would. Connor and he shared many
proclivities, but his little brother had always had a darker edge than he. Delilah
however, was pushing all of his buttons; one after the other, as though she
were waiting for him—begging him—to respond with a show of dominance.
“I’m not threatening you,” Dalton
assured her. “I’m promising you. If you don’t curb your tone, and apologize to
me right away, I’m not only going to give you a lesson in bondage, but also one
in respect.”
Delilah’s nostrils flared at the
sound of his words. “You wouldn’t fucking dare,” she replied in almost a snarl.
“I don’t know who you are, Dalton Reilly, but you can’t do a damn thing to me.”
Dalton took a deep breath,
steadying himself. “You’re wrong, Delilah,” he told her softly. “You came to
me, looking for answers, and then—in the sanctuary of my own office—you try and
charge me. That is not acceptable defences.”
“Says you,” she countered, dryly.
“Right.” Dalton confirmed. “It’s my
rules, in my office in the building I help run, but you knew all of that before
you brought your pretty little arse over here. Didn’t you, Delilah?”
She bit her lip, the color in her
cheeks growing stronger. “You think it’s pretty?”
Her tone was laced with sarcasm,
and the sound furled the tension in Dalton’s groin. He couldn’t wait to haul
the aforementioned arse straight over his lap and tan it with his palm.
“You know I do,” he murmured.
“You’re a smart girl, Delle. I know you can sense what’s happening between us.”
Delilah’s eyes sparkled as Dalton
confirmed the compliment. “Yet you’re still going to give me that lesson?”
What
was that?
She almost sounded more hopeful than defiant.
“You’re damn right I am,” he
replied, tugging her body forward with the ropes at her wrists. “It’s about
time you learned what happens when you defy me.”
Dalton pulled harder, sending
Delilah’s body lurching toward him. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she
stumbled, her concern obvious, yet still there was only a barrage of abuse form
her mouth.
“Get off me!” she barked. “You have
no right to manhandle me this way. I didn’t consent to this.”
He sighed. Technically, Delilah was
correct—she hadn’t signed up for a spanking, but that was just tough, because a
spanking was exactly what she was going to get. Dalton intended to leave her
backside stinging, so that every time she sat down for the rest of the day,
Delilah would think of him.
“You wanted to know more about
BDSM, Delle.” She landed against his lap, her bound hands grasping at his knees
as her shocked face rose to meet his statement. Dalton smiled. “And you asked
for a practical demonstration of my bondage skills. Now, you’re just going to get
a little bit more than you bargained for, that’s all.”
Dalton lifted her arms, taking
Delilah’s weight as he raised her back to her feet. The expression on her face
was absolutely priceless, and now both her mind and her lips were stunned into
silence.
“Get over here,” he instructed,
drawing the bewildered redhead around to his right side by her bound wrists.
Delilah gasped, but her feet were
moving, and a moment later she stood trembling beside him.
“Can I assume you’ve never been
spanked before?” Dalton knew his tone was mocking, but somehow, he couldn’t
help himself.
Exerting himself over Delilah like
this was absolutely exhilarating. Yes, he’d dominated plenty of women before
and he’d enjoyed virtually every encounter, but not like this. This was something
else—the energy in the room was palpable—and so far, he’d only bound Delilah
and threatened her with a spanking. Dalton’s mind was filled with
possibilities, his imagination considering each one as he tugged at the black
ropes again.
“Delilah?”
“No,” she rasped. “No, I haven’t.”
Her body was still, and dare he
say, compliant, but those sky-blue eyes were ablaze with indignation.
“Since you’re being punished for
the way you behaved, Delilah, I’d like you to call me sir, or Mr. Reilly, if
you prefer.”
Fury sparkled in Delilah’s eyes.
“Sir?” She practically choked on the word. “No fucking way, Dalton.”
Dalton jerked her wrists forward.
Not enough for Delilah to lose balance, but enough to make her yelp in panic as
she struggled to stay on her feet. “Will you just do as you’re told?”
She turned to him, and now the
venom in her gaze was obvious. “Yes, Mr. Reilly,” she hissed.
Dalton sighed again. It seemed
everything was going to be a battle with Delilah, but that was okay. He was too
damn excited at the prospect of spanking her to much care, and anyway, hadn’t
she ceded in the end, giving him what he sought once he had pressed the point?
Their gazes locked, the intensity
blazing between them almost as powerfully as the blush burgeoning at her face.
“I’d love to say I’ll go easy on you, Delilah,” he told her. “But I’m not a
liar.”
Delilah sucked the air in between
her teeth. “Wait!” she almost screeched. “You can’t do this. You can’t—”
He’d heard enough, and yanking
hard, he sent Delilah crashing down over his thighs. She crumpled over him
unceremoniously, seemingly temporarily stunned that he’d had the audacity to
haul her down across his lap.
How the
fuck?
Her startled thoughts curled Dalton’s lips, though of course, now Delilah
couldn’t see the gesture. How dare he?
How dare he do this?
Her feet kicked out against the
plush carpet of his office, her stiletto heels lost as she still screamed in
protest. Dalton steadied her, ensuring her bound arms were okay before his
attention turned back to her fabulous arse. He ran one palm down over the back
of her pencil skirt.
Delilah panted, twisting her head
to look at him. “You can’t do this!”
Her cheeks were flustered now, her
eyes watery as though she was on the brink of tears. Evidently, Delilah had not
found herself in this position before, and it was clear that was the one point
she had told the truth about.
“I am doing this, Delle,” he said
soothingly. “And things will go a lot smoother if you’d stop fighting.”
The tension in her muscles seemed
to peak at his request, and her legs came crashing back against the carpet
again. “Fuck that!” The fury was back in her voice as well. “I am not going to
let you do this.”
Dalton shook his head. He didn’t
know much about the little firecracker across his lap, but he’d already
garnered enough to acknowledge nothing could ever be easy with her.
“Have it your way then.”
Kryssie Fortune has penned another delightful Regency spanking romance sure to please fans of the historical genre. Add in a touch of suspense and you have a winner!
Does her husband want Alethea
dead?
Publisher’s Blurb
Going about her mundane life in a small fishing village,
Alethea never dreamed she would end up with a man like the Earl of Deanswood,
yet when she caught the handsome gentleman's eye he wasted no time in making
her his wife. Unbeknownst to Alethea, however, her conniving mother has convinced
Deanswood that she has no interest in the marital bed. Devastated by his
seeming disinterest, Alethea searches for someone to instruct her in the ways
of enticing a man.
When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea's plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea's life is threatened by her mother's vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?
Publisher's Note: His Innocent Bride is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea's plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea's life is threatened by her mother's vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?
Publisher's Note: His Innocent Bride is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
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Excerpt
The way he ran
his hand up and down her spine made her thighs turn weak, but she’d promised to
obey him. Unfair as that seemed, she would do as he asked. He’d already told
her to strip, so rising to her feet, she let the blanket fall to the floor and
untied the belt of her borrowed dressing gown. The silk slid from her shoulders
and slithered down her arms. It pooled on the floor at her feet.
She covered her
nipples with her right arm and used her left hand to shield her pussy.
He sucked in a
breath. Voice stern, he commanded, “Arms at your sides. That’s it. God, woman,
you’re temptation personified. I’ve pictured you naked since I brought you off
that first time, but I never imagined you as beautiful as this. Turn around,
let me see every inch of you.”
All her life, her
mother had insisted vanity was a sin. When her husband called her beautiful,
Alethea’s smile shone brighter than the summer sun. As she pirouetted before
him, her nipples hardened, and damp heat flooded her pussy. In a perfect world,
she’d study his bare chest and delicious-tasting cock too, but she was too shy
to ask.
Holding her gaze,
he beckoned her closer. “Come here, chick. Because you’ve accepted that I’m in
charge in our marriage, I’ll forgo the punishment spanking you deserve.
Instead, I’ll spank you for our mutual pleasure. Put yourself in danger again,
and I’ll blister your beautiful bottom with my belt. Do you understand?”
She nodded and
took a nervous step toward him. How any spanking could be for pleasure was
beyond her, but she’d trust her husband and obey his commands. Another two
steps and she stood with her knees at right angles to his lap.
A nervous glance
showed her his cock had grown to humongous proportions. When she’d worn her
blindfold, she’d never seen his arousal. Now it fascinated and delighted her.
When he pulled
her over his knee, his cock dug into her hip. Positioned like this, she felt
like a naughty child. She tensed when he stroked her bare bottom.
Deanswood patted
it gently. “Relax, or this will hurt more than it should.”
Those were easy
words for him to say, but hung over his lap with her bottom in the air, she
felt vulnerable and scared. Taking a deep breath, she untensed the muscles in
her bottom.
He brought his
hand down in a sharp smack that made her yelp. Heat exploded through her,
warming her bottom. Another two blows followed in quick succession, one on each
cheek. The way he spread the pain made her wail. Tears misted her eyes, but she
clasped his ankles and tried to stay still. Another slap, harder than before,
made her sob in earnest. Her bottom blazed. Pain crescendoed through her like
thunderbolts that jarred her bones.
Her mind fogged
and her vision blurred. She forgot the terrors of her day. Forgot where she
was. She couldn’t even remember her name. Her world narrowed until only she and
Deanswood existed. His next two strikes made her howl.
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September 23, 2019
Felicity Brandon has returned with another installment in her A DARK NECESSITIES PREQUEL. FORBIDDEN is another titillating dark romance sure to please fans of this series.
#DarkRomance #Paranormal #Psychological #BDSM #Thriller #GothicRomance
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Blurb:
Once upon a time, I was a monster.
A predator who seized women just to get my kicks.
And then along came Lily. Lily—the light that chased my demons away.
Consumed with love for her, I finally put the sins of those torrid times behind me, until one dark day, everything changes.
I’m lured back into the shadows, the monster awoken again and now it will take every ounce of Lily’s submission to pull me back from the brink.
My betrayal sends our lives into a spiral of despair, and with justice looming on the horizon, it’s time we faced The End.
Forbidden is a gripping, powerful, and emotional page turner with a breathtaking climax for fans of dark romance with a twist of true crime. It is the third in The Dark Necessities Prequels trilogy.
A predator who seized women just to get my kicks.
And then along came Lily. Lily—the light that chased my demons away.
Consumed with love for her, I finally put the sins of those torrid times behind me, until one dark day, everything changes.
I’m lured back into the shadows, the monster awoken again and now it will take every ounce of Lily’s submission to pull me back from the brink.
My betrayal sends our lives into a spiral of despair, and with justice looming on the horizon, it’s time we faced The End.
Forbidden is a gripping, powerful, and emotional page turner with a breathtaking climax for fans of dark romance with a twist of true crime. It is the third in The Dark Necessities Prequels trilogy.
Excerpt:
The
rhythmic patting at her clit which could so easily lull Lily into somewhere
heavenly if only Ethan would allow it to continue for long enough vanished
again, replaced by a hard strike to her pussy instead. She screamed this time,
permitting the pent-up energy coursing around her body to be liberated as the
pain spiked, but as soon as the sound was out, the gentle crop was back.
Teasing her, luring her and forcing Lily back into the realms of pleasure
again.
Oh, sir. She tried to gather her scattering thoughts.
Only
Ethan could do this. Only he could make her feel this way. One moment he makes
an admission that should shock her to the core, and the next he has her back
against the ropes again, hurting her and pleasing her—all at the same time.
“Is
that good?” he asked with a laugh, but all Lily could do was blink in response.
He
had a fistful of her hair and she could barely move her head, and all she could
think about was that relentless little tapping at her clit.
Tap,
tap, tap.
Each
soft lick goading her, and drawing her body closer and closer to ecstasy.
And
then the burgeoning pleasure was gone, and he brought he crop back down hard
against her wetness instead, eliciting an even louder, guttural cry from her
stretched lips.
“I
said, is that good?”
Ethan’s
voice was demanding.
Yes, sir.
She
forced her reeling thoughts to answer him. Yes,
sir. More. Please.
The
sound of his dark laughter enveloped her as the tapping resumed, his hand
tightening against her scalp.
“You’re
going to come for me like this, pet,” he snarled from somewhere over her head.
Oh
God. He was right, and Lily’s eyes squeezed shut in response. Much more of this
and she was going to come. It was so good. It was all so good. All the pain and
intensity of it. The way he was immobilizing her, the collar at her neck and
the fucking horrible gag in her mouth. It was maddening, but it was working, pulling
her rebellious body toward the highs that only Ethan had access to. The crop
continued its magic, making her gasp and clench around the plastic in her mouth
and the long plastic shaft still shoved into her arse. The aching fullness
taunted her, reminding her who owned her body as Ethan’s crop tormented her
clit through the hair of the tail he forced her to wear.
“That’s
right.”
She
blinked her eyes open at the sound of his growl, but Lily could barely take in
anything. She didn’t see the garden furniture stacked neatly in front of her,
or the numerous potted plants she’d been growing out here for years.
All
there was now was Ethan and his wonderful darkness, and the knowledge that he
was going to make her succumb.
It
was only a matter of time.
“That’s
right,” he told her again. “You’re mine, little pet. Mine to leash, mine to
plug and mine to torture.”
Yes, sir.
“Tell
me!”
I’m yours.
“Louder!”
Oh fuck, Ethan. I’m yours, sir. She screeched the words as
powerfully as she could from her head into his.
“And
who owns this arse?” he demanded, tapping the crop against the base of the plug
wedged into her behind.
Lily
moaned at the change of tact. Her body missing the clitoral stimulation, yet
the tremors he sent through the plug nearly made her come anyway.
You own it, Ethan.
She
wanted to turn her head and see him, but the fist in her hair was having none
of it. There was no moving. There was no independent thought.
There
was only Ethan.
Ethan’s
will and Ethan’s way.
“And
this cunt?” he mused out loud, dragging the crop south from the butt plug to
her dripping wet pussy. “Who owns this, Lily?”
Her
breaths were coming out in short, sharp bursts by now, her mind struggling to
keep up with the multitude of sensations he was creating throughout her body.
You! she yelled as she blinked at the hand-crafted pots. You own it, sir.
Ethan
lifted the crop and Lily just had time to gasp before it came crashing down
against her pussy again, the pain now morphing straight into heat as her body
sought out the pleasure it knew it deserved.
He
chuckled ominously at that thought.
“Oh,
you deserve it baby,” he agreed as he spanked her pussy with the crop again.
“And don’t you worry, I’m going to give it to you.”
September 9, 2019
Cameron & Rylan (A Chance Meeting
Novel Book One)
Valerie Ullmer
Genre:
New Adult M/M Romance
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Cameron Hayes believed himself to be a
dedicated friend and a good son but destined to be alone. Because in his twenty-one years, he’d never
fallen for anyone. Dating never appealed
to him when he would rather spend a night at home. Despite his friend’s best intentions for
Cameron to find a hookup for the night, he stayed at the bar as he nursed a
beer. And that’s when Cameron spotted him
and everything he knew evaporated with one look.
Rylan Ellis wanted one night out without
complications. To forget about his overwhelming
responsibilities and stress at home. He
loved to lose himself in the music and ignore everyone around him. But when he happened a glance at the bar and
spotted the tall, broad, and sexy-as-sin man, he felt drawn to him.
Soon, Cameron and Rylan learn
about each other and establish their lives together. They also have to deal with a group of
well-meaning friends, loving parents, and unexpected friendships. But most of all, a dangerous threat that
could tear their lives apart.
Will a chance meeting turn into
something more?
This novel contains heavy
attraction at first sight and first-time gay sex between two men. There is no cheating or cliffhangers and ends
with a happily ever after.
EXCERPT
“Are you okay?”
Rylan swallowed at Cameron’s concern and nodded. “Are you sure you still want me to move
in?” The look of concern on Cameron’s
face made his throat feel tight.
“I want you safe but more than that, I want you in my life. I still want you very much to move in with
me.”
“Yes to both. I… I want
that.”
Cameron’s gaze dropped to his mouth and paused for a long minute
before he met Rylan’s gaze. “Can I kiss
you?”
Oh, yes, please.
Unable to force the words past his throat, he nodded instead.
Rylan not knowing what to expect, couldn’t prevent the shiver when
Cameron cupped his face. He moaned aloud
when Cameron’s lips grazed over his lower one.
Cameron took his time exploring, searching and yet not deepening the
kiss as he passed over Rylan’s lips with his own.
“Rylan,” Cameron breathed.
“Please.”
That one word was all it took.
“I’ve wanted nothing more.”
Cameron tilted his mouth as he pressed their lips together, causing
Rylan’s entire world to tilt on its axis.
Rylan gripped Cameron’s hips tighter in his hold, pulling him closer,
as Cameron slid his tongue over the seam of his lips, asking for permission to
enter. Rylan eagerly opened, savoring
the taste of peppermint and black coffee as Cameron deepened the kiss and stole
Rylan’s breath in the same moment.
When they broke off and dragged in deep breaths, Cameron moved his
lips behind his ear before he explored Rylan’s neck. Rylan tilted his head back, giving him access
and drawing sensations from his untried body that left him throbbing.
Rylan never knew his neck and the area behind his ear would turn
him into mush. He bit his lip to prevent
a moan from escaping his throat, but Cameron bit his earlobe and spoke.
“Let me hear you.”
“You’re driving me crazy.”
“Now you know how I felt the moment I spotted you on the dance
floor. For me, that’s saying something.”
Before Rylan could form a thought to reply, Cameron moved his
mouth over Rylan’s and he lost himself to the sensations that shivered
throughout his body. Cameron’s growl
absorbed his moan as he deepened the kiss, pulling him closer to his hard body.
Rylan’s eyes fluttered closed, unable to keep his eyes on the
sexy-as-sin sight of Cameron’s flushed face.
The kiss turned into an inferno and Rylan could feel his cock swelling
in his sweats and he knew if Cameron stepped closer, he would experience
Rylan’s excitement first hand.
He opened for Cameron’s exploration and instead of the intense
sensations of an aggressive kiss, Cameron’s slowed his movements as his tongue
explored him until he was panting and all thoughts disappeared. There were only the sensations Cameron drew
from him.
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romances with strong alpha males and brilliant, beautiful heroines. She lives
in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and
wise black lab. She's addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing
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Filled with action and suspense, this
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Teaser snippets
from the Prologue
The Vikings
were merciless, murdering barbarians. And they were here.
With a
despairing sob, Eithne turned from the sight below. She could still run, might
be able to make it into the depths of the forest before the first of the
raiders reached the village. She had perhaps a few minutes…
“To take up
arms against men such as them would lead to certain death.”
“Better to die
with honour—”
“Better still
not to die at all. I have another idea. We shall negotiate.”
“By your
presence here, I surmise you wish to speak with me.” He leaned down to murmur
in her ear. “Or, if you prefer, there is still time to run for your life.”
“You would
catch me,” she countered.
“Aye,
probably.”
“And kill me.”
“It may not
come to that."
Intrigued,
amused, and not a little astonished, Brandr folded his arms to regard her. “A
bargain? You seek to bargain with me?”
“I do.”
The female
held his gaze, an accomplishment which eluded many of his most hardened
warriors. His respect for her audacity and fortitude nudged upwards. “Go on.”
Happy Reading
Talented author, Alyssa Bailey has a new release! Readers are loving CAMILLE'S SECOND CHANCE - "This was a great read. The element of mystery and threat kept you guessing and once you start the book it's impossible to put down." Amazon reviewer
This captivating, sexy romance is guaranteed to please fans of the 'Daddy' genre. Book two in Alyssa's Clearwater Ranch series can be read as a stand alone.
Blurb
“We’re going to the ranch. This Daddy is taking care
of all his little ones.”
Before
she was twenty-one, Camille Hendrix had been lied to, cheated on, assaulted
twice, forced into a loveless marriage, divorced, and left to fend for herself
with one baby and another on the way. She had also been loved by a man she left
without a word of explanation and missed every day of her life. Now, with a
nursing degree and two preschoolers she was determined to return to her
hometown and make a life, if possible, with the only man she ever loved. But
was it too much to ask? Someone in town thought so.
Sawyer
Knight was the most sought-after playboy in three counties and probably more.
Everyone knew the woman he loved had suddenly left town without a word. Since
then, Sawyer could be seen most weekends at the Whet Whistle, kicking up dust,
getting toasted, and going home with a different woman. No woman was permanent
in his life and Sawyer made that known loud and clear, until Cami came back to
town. She was divorced, a mother, and life weary but when he laid eyes on her
in his brother’s house, she was still the most beautiful, feisty woman he’d
ever seen. Maybe more than ever because her strength of character shone through
the battle scars and his heart immediately yearned for her. If he claimed her
this time, he wouldn’t let her go without a fight. It seemed the first opponent
had already entered the ring.
This is book two in
the Clearwater Ranch series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.
Publisher’s Note:
This contemporary western romance is intended for adults only. It contains
elements of mystery, suspense, sensual scenes and power exchange. If any of
these offend you, please do not purchase.
Excerpt (PG-17 spanking)
“What have I always said about keeping the truth from me?”
“I’m not. Honest.” She leaned into his t-shirt covered
chest. He couldn’t really know.
“Is that your last answer, baby girl?”
“Yes, because it’s the truth.”
Her heart was beating
faster, she knew it, and her head was beginning to pound as it always did when
she lied to him. She wasn’t lying, she told herself, it really wasn’t anything.
Normal stuff. Nothing out of the ordinary.
“I’m glad you have decided to be naughty, baby, because I’ve
wanted to heat this bottom up for several weeks. From the first night you
appeared at Piper and Jackson’s house, actually.” Camille attempted to step
back but only her feet moved. Sawyer had her held tight to him. “Let’s get you
into position.”
“No, you can’t possibly believe that I’ll allow you to spank
me like you used to, Sawyer. I’m an adult. I have children.”
“No? Are you telling your daddy, no?”
Camille heard the demanding words and her core clenched, her
belly flexed, her mouth went dry. “Yes. I am telling you no way.” Her voice
sounded like sandpaper.
“I’ve missed your sass, honey.”
Picking her up and sitting on the edge of the bed, he had
her over his knee way too fast. He took some time to brush her hair out of the
way and rub circles on her back before he moved down to pat her bare bottom.
Camille could feel the chill raise bumps on her skin and the shiver that came
with it uncontrolled.
“We have some things to discuss, sweetheart. This is as good
a place to do as any.”
“Sawyer,” she rasped, “the children.”
“Are asleep, did I not tell you that? The walls and doors
are heavy. And before you bring up Walker or Belinda, they won’t be back for a
while. And even if they were, Belinda’s bedroom is off the kitchen and Walker
has moved downstairs so he doesn’t wake the kids up when he gets in the shower
at five in the morning.”
“Sawyer, please,” Camille begged him to change his mind
although her contrary body was aching for him to continue.
“As I was saying, we’re going to talk about a few things.
The first is when you found out you were pregnant why didn’t you call me?”
“I told you I didn’t think he was yours. I thought since we
hadn’t had sex in two months, it was likely to be Aiden’s. Besides, my parents
wanted me to leave town before anyone could figure it out. And I thought you
wouldn’t want me.” His hand landed on her bottom, sizzling it good. “Please,
Sawyer, that hurts.”
“Then I haven’t lost my touch.”
Author Bio
Alyssa Bailey is a USA Today and
International best-selling author. She loves writing realistic romance for the
naughty in all of us. Power exchange adventures between strong, intelligent, sassy women who aren’t afraid to make a stand
and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her
safe despite her choices is a common theme.
Family and community is important to
Alyssa and it’s one reason she loves series. She is expanding her horizons and
comfort zone with every new book; that’s exciting. Sometimes, suspense and
mystery stirs the plot, other times, it’s crazy day to day angst and danger.
Whatever goes on before, there’s always a happily ever after ending.
You can find Alyssa online:
Twitter: @blushingalyssa
Blog/web
page: http://alyssabailey.com/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/Alyssa_Bailey
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Also by Alyssa Bailey and Blushing Books:
Liam & Jocelyn's Story
Ciaran and Katherine's Story
Quinlan and Cheyenne's Story
Kelli and Parker’s Story
Cián and Molly’s
Story
Freeing Molly, Cián
O’Connor Book 2
Forever Molly, Cián
O’Connor Book3
Lords and Little Ladies Series:
Lord Kendrick Commands (Book 4)
TBA
Safe and Secure Series:
Clearwater Ranch Series
Lone Wind Series:
Anthologies
Heroes
Undercover
July 15, 2019
If you're a fan of Libby Campbell's ROMANCING THE COAST SERIES, check out this complete set of all three titles for one low price! Features Seeing Ronnie, Holding Cynthia & Trusting Ingrid.
Three wilful, sassy women meet their
matches when sexy alpha men decide it’s time someone taught them a little
respect.
Blurb:
In
the beautiful Pacific Northwest, three feisty women are living happy lives of
financial independence and social autonomy.
None
of them are aware of the storms gathering on the edges of their orderly worlds,
about to challenge everything they thought they wanted from life.
The
winds of change arrive in the shape of three sexy alpha men.
These
men shun political correctness as they seek to challenge, conquer, protect, and
possess the strong gorgeous women who intimidate mere mortals.
Blurb by book:
Seeing
Ronnie:
Aloof
and beautiful, society blogger Ronnie Flynn only agrees to go out with Del
Franklin because he has an invitation to the biggest social event of the year.
But it means spending a weekend with him on gorgeous Seguro Island. Before that
weekend is over, Ronnie is in deeper than she ever imagined possible. Enthralled
by her beauty and intelligence but less impressed with her snark, Del decides
the only thing she needs to make her a good partner is a lesson in manners.
That’s a lesson he’s happy to deliver, as often as she needs it.
Holding
Cynthia:
Cynthia is about to move to the West Coast to be closer
her daughter. As her plane touches down in her new city, she steels herself for
the new life ahead. When she finds Antony, someone she thinks of as a dear
friend, waiting at the arrivals gate, a wave of gratitude and desire floods
through her.
She is tired and aching beyond all memory, so Antony
takes charge. Very quickly, he realizes there is something wrong, very wrong,
with Cynthia’s health. He insists that she see a doctor.
She says he is overprotective. He agrees. He is also
determined to look after her if she won’t look after herself. A trip over his
knee shakes Cynthia to the core. In spite of herself she likes – she wants –
this loving correction.
Is Antony too much, too soon, or is he just what the
doctor ordered?
Trusting Ingrid:
Ingrid Nickel doesn’t want to go into
rehab. Again. She tried it once but it didn’t work.
When she meets Lachlan Morrison, the
connection is electric. She sees a handsome man, directing and challenging, who
won’t be intimidated by a powerful woman like her. He sees a woman whose
bluster and sarcasm is a cover for something deep inside her that is badly
broken.
The daughter of a grifter, Ingrid has
grown up street-wise and lawless. Lachlan has rescued more than one creature
whose bark was worse than its bite.
Will his stern, loving magic work on
Ingrid?
Disclaimer: The Romancing the Coast boxset contains
fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in collection
should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any
non-consensual sexual activity.
Excerpts (ages 18+):
Seeing Ronnie:
[Del
catches Ronnie snooping at the house where they are attending the engagement
party]
“Let’s put it this way, you can
take a spanking and we’ll draw a line under this incident.” Del stepped closer
to her. “Or I can march you downstairs, past all the guests, and we’ll show
Simon how I just found you and what you had in your hand.”
Ronnie pictured all the gathered
dignitaries: people of wealth and influence from all walks of life. Politicians,
business people, artists, dancers, writers, musicians, all milling around
downstairs. Everyone who was anyone for a hundred miles was at this party.
Her face burned at the thought
of the public humiliation. She’d be ridiculed for months to come.
“Okay I’ll take the stupid
spanking—on one condition.”
“Which is?”
“You can’t tell a soul.” Her
voice came out wheedling, but his expression didn’t change. In the midst of her
anger and bluster, another sensation simmered, a strange, tangled response to
his threat, to the way he stood in front of her, his face stony and resolute.
Moistness dampened her panties
and her nipples tightened.
Del seated himself at the end of
the bed. “That’s fair enough. For now. If you behave for the rest of the day,
you have my word that this will stay between the two of us. Now take off your
hat, lift your skirt, and lie across my knees. You may leave your panties on.
This time.”
“This time?” she snorted. “Like
you really think this is ever going to happen again?” Ronnie’s face was so hot
she was sure it would combust.
“The longer it takes you to
present yourself, the worse this is going to be.” Del’s voice dropped to an
ominous level.
She glanced around the room to
make sure no one could see or hear what was about to take place. Without asking
Del, she darted over to the French doors leading to the upstairs balcony and
closed them, shutting out the murmur of laughter and conversation drifting up
from the lawn below. She hoped fervently that she had also cut off any noise from
the bedroom travelling the other way.
When she got back to where Del
sat, her mouth dry and palms sweating, she fumbled her hat off and placed it on
the chair by the fireplace. Her long red hair fell across her face, partly
shielding the embarrassed blush coloring her cheeks.
“I’ve never been spanked
before,” she said in a mouse-like voice and hated herself for her timidity. She
stood before him, staring at her feet.
“Then you’re overdue, aren’t
you?” Del took her hands in his. He brought one then the other to his lips
before looking up at her and speaking again. “This will hurt but it won’t be
anything you can’t bear. If it really gets to be too much, simply say safeword
and I will stop. Then we will have to find another way for you to pay for
your misbehavior. I think you’ll find that a spanking is the fastest and easiest
way to atone. Do you agree?”
Ronnie nodded, biting her lip.
Holding
Cynthia
[Antony is about to give Cynthia a massage after her
bath. He knows she is unwell and wants her to take better care of herself.]
“Not yet,” he said. “Lie down on
your stomach. I told you I’m a bit of a masseuse.” He threw back the covers.
“You’re about to get the full Antony Jacobson treatment.”
She didn’t argue even though her
sulky face said she wasn’t happy about being nude. Too bad, he liked her that
way. She had a beautiful body. Not perfect like a younger woman’s, but one that
satisfied the Japanese definition of beauty called wabi-sabi, an appreciation
of life’s imperfections and impermanence. Cynthia was one of the most beautiful
women he’d ever seen.
Pouring oil onto his palm, he
rubbed his hands together to heat it. He started at the base of her spine,
gently moving up toward her shoulders. “I’m just doing a bit of effleurage to
warm and ease your muscles. I’m not going to do anything too dramatic today.
I’m not skillful enough to give you what you really need. That’s okay because
you’ll get more appointments with Tiffany [the massage therapist] and give me
the dates and times so I can make sure I get you there.”
Cynthia’s face was turned
sideways on the pillow. Her garbled reply was something like, “I don’t know if
I have time for more appointments.”
He stopped massaging and with an
oily hand smacked her right butt cheek. Hard.
“If you don’t have time for
Tiffany, you’re going to collect a whole more of those from me, understood?”
Silence.
Slap.
“I said, understood?”
“Yes! I understand. You’re
ruining a perfectly good massage.”
“No, you are by not answering me
appropriately. Remember rule number one: look after yourself?” His hands
trailed from her shoulders down to her waist. She said nothing. Antony stopped
massaging
Cynthia said quickly, “Yes, I
remember.”
“After watching you today, I’ve
decided rule number one is look after yourself and engage in a program
of aggressive self-care.”
“Aggressive self-care?” she said
it like a question.
“By that I mean you should carve
out at least one to two hours a day when you do nothing but look after
yourself. That might be napping or going for a walk. It might just be reading a
book. Find the things that you want to do, that keep you centered. Be sure to include
exercise, massages when you need them and preparing proper meals, to make sure
you’re getting a decent diet. Tu me comprends?”
She smiled at his use of the
familiar noun-verb combination.
“Yes, I understand. I understand
that your accent isn’t improving.”
Antony smiled too, before
smacking each buttock cheek half a dozen times. She tried to put her hands back
to stop him but he was too fast.
“This is just the beginning of
some changes in your life that you may not like. But you will adapt to them or
risk a lot more time over my knee. Laugh all you like but my rules are only
going to get firmer.” He started massaging the tops of her thighs. “You up to
the challenge?”
“Ha. I know I am, but what about
you?” she teased.
“There’s nothing I’d rather do
with my time.”
Trusting Ingrid
“So you can trust me, we should
have a safe word.”
“Safe word?” her voice was
almost inaudible.
“Yes, a word you can say to tell
me that you’ve had enough. When you simply cannot stand another second of what
I’m doing to you.”
“So I can stop the spanking
whenever I want?”
“That’s not the intention, but
of course you could. Just as you could stop the intimacy between us whenever
you want. One won’t necessarily lead to the other, but any overuse of the safe
word would undermine what the spankings are all about. If you use the safe word
more than once, that would very likely end our relationship.” He hugged her a
little tighter. “The safe word is only meant to be used in extreme
circumstances. It’s an escape hatch. You wouldn’t use it any more than you’d
call 911 because you couldn’t get a taxi on a wet day. The word will be there
to help you, not carry you past some minor level of discomfort. I have years of
spanking experience. Believe me, I have a fair idea of how much you’ll be able
to bear.”
Ingrid digested what he was
saying, wishing to hell that he’d just get on with it and stop making her think
so much. She was thrumming from the mere idea of being over his knee. Didn’t he
warn her that cock teasing would get her spanked? How was it fair that he could
make her so horny and do nothing about it without consequences?
“What do you want to use as your
safe word?”
“I have to choose one?” This was
too damned hard already. She had to consent to the spanking. On top of that,
she had to choose her own freaking safe word? Then she had to not use it
in case that convinced him that she was trying to stop more than the spanking?
She wasn’t prepared for any of
this, no more than she was prepared for the way he seemed to be taking over her
life. “I don’t know. I can’t think of one just like that, like pulling ideas
out of the
air.”
Lachlan chuckled. “You’re pretty
defenseless already, aren’t you? Okay I’ll choose one for you. How about rescue.”
“Yes, that’s just fine. Thank
you very much.”
Lachlan unwrapped his arms from
around her, and taking her wrist, spun her to face him.
After what they’d just talked
about, she couldn’t look him in the eye.
“You’re all shy now are you,
lass?” For a second his voice took on the strong Scottish accent that
frequently crept into Glyn’s speech.
Ingrid’s body vibrated in
response. Let’s get the spanking over with, she thought. I can’t wait
for the main feature.
Lachlan reached for her
cardigan, pushing it off her shoulder. “It’s time for you to strip so we can
start today’s session.”
“Strip?” She tried to wriggle
away, but Lachlan caught her wrist in a tight grip. “Yes, strip. For one thing
I want to feast my eyes on your gorgeous body. For another, being naked is a
deeper form of submission. Laying yourself bare is an important ritual that
says you accept what is coming.” Ingrid bristled, successfully wrenching away
from him this time.
“All my clothes?”
She liked the word relationship.
She wasn’t so fond of the word strip.
Lachlan stepped past her, closer
to the fire. “Okay. It’s your first time. I think naked from the waist down
will be enough. Then you will come over here.”
He pushed an ottoman in front of
the hearth. “You will kneel in front of this, your bottom facing the fire, your
upper body pressed into the top of it. Now you know the reason for the raised
hearth; it delivers heat to upraised buttocks without scorching the lower legs
or feet.”
“It was designed with that
thought in mind?”
“Absolutely. Glyn and I
discussed it at length.”
The image of Glyn and Lachlan
analyzing the correct height to set a hearth, so a fire could pre-heat a
woman’s bottom for a spanking, left Ingrid speechless. A faint mewing sound
escaped her.
Lachlan smiled slightly. “Are
you ready?”
Ingrid nodded, afraid to attempt
words.
“Sit down, I’ll help you take
off your boots.” His voice sounded kind, like a gentleman casually offering to
help a lady remove her coat.
Ingrid slumped as Lachlan knelt
at her feet. He unzipped the boots, loosened her boot stays, and with more
tenderness than she’d have guessed possible, slid first one boot off and then
the other. He laid them on the ground beside her.
Time slowed to a crawl for
Ingrid. Shocked by how direct he was, how clearly his plans were laid out, she
sat dumbfounded for a minute. Start with the easy things, she told herself and
began to peel off a sock.
“Leave your socks on,” Lachlan
said.
She looked at him quizzically.
“You don’t know? I’ll explain
later.” Lachlan stood, moving away from her again. “Take off your jeans and
panties. Now. Then assume the position. Don’t make me ask you twice.”
***
Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell and Blushing
Books:
The Simon in Charge series:
Simon Says (book 1)
Winning Sadie (book
2)
Sadie Says I Do (book
3)
Three-book box set – Simon in Charge
A Time For Will
Novellas in Christmas anthologies:
Prairie Promise – A
Spanking Good New Year anthology
Love at Last Flight – 12
Naughty Days of Christmas anthology
Libby Campbell in her own words:
I’m in love with love. My romance
stories feature strong, self-reliant women who challenge the powerful men who
love them.
My books are set in the Pacific
Northwest, a part of the world I know well and love deeply.
I’ve lived all over Canada, but the
best decision of my life was when I moved to Australia to marry my leading man.
After many years there, we moved back to the Pacific Northwest. We now live in
a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.
My passions are reading and writing.
I also love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing.
Connect with Libby Campbell:
Visit her website and blog
here: Libby
Campbell
Find her on Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/Libby-Campbell-849543415164235/
Visit her Amazon author
page: https://amazon.com/author/libbycampbell
July 8, 2019
Sierra Brave is giving us a look at her book, CRYSTAL COAST LOVE CONNECTION from her CRYSTAL COAST ROMANCES series. With touches of comedy, this contemporary erotic romance is sure to keep you entertained for a few hours.
Blurb
After leaving a bad
relationship, marine biologist, Jessica Butler has sworn off love and
relationships but can’t resist a night of no-strings passion with hunky
soldier, Captain Chase Culpepper. Their evening sizzles, leaving Jessica
satisfied, but when Chase wakes up alone the next morning, he’s determined to
make her his own.
The faster Jessica runs away, the more Chase finds to love about her. What will it take for him to win her trust and her love?
The faster Jessica runs away, the more Chase finds to love about her. What will it take for him to win her trust and her love?
Buy Links
Link
to Series Video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXdVRBsSCKA
EXCERPT
She fell, her gaze locking with his as her body
bounced against his mattress. She watched with anticipation as he stripped off
his sweater and undershirt, allowing her to drink in his sculpted pectorals and
rock-hard abs. She bucked her hips as her pussy demanded to be sated.
Using one foot, he pushed off his shoe, repeating the
process with the other and kicking his footwear out of his way. Jessica sat up,
reaching out and grasping his belt buckle. She unfastened it, yanking the
accessory through the loops.
Chase tugged at the bow holding her top closed,
untying it and exposing her naked breasts. “Nice,” he said, leering while
licking his lips.
Jessica inhaled rapidly, pressing her hand against the
bulge straining beneath Chase’s slacks. He moaned, and she unbuttoned and
unzipped his pants, yanking them down over his firm ass. As his pants fell,
bunching around his ankles, she grasped his behind, caressing it over his white
cotton boxer briefs.
Before she could strip off his underwear, Chase knelt
and started taking off her pants. He leaned in and nuzzled her breasts, his
lips teasing the protruding nubs. “Mmm,” Jessica moaned. As he sucked, his
black spiky hair tickled her skin. She sighed wistfully as she reclined.
Chase striped off her jeans, leaving her wearing only
a thin damp purple thong. Her chest heaved as her gaze focused on the swell
beneath his undergarment. He was so hard and large the head of his cock was
peeking over the top of the waistband. He parted her legs, moving between as he
rested on top of her.
AUTHOR BIO
Sierra
Brave is a multi-published author of smoking hot romance. She writes across
genres, dabbling in a little bit of everything, including ménage and
BDSM. Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school
when she first read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so
naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her
work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.
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Fans of the paranormal genre will definitely want to check out Daryl Devore's new release, LOVE MY FATE. This quirky urban fantasy is sure to win you over.
Blurb
What's a
woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to
her?
Daryl
Devoré’s latest is a quirky paranormal urban fantasy – Love My Fate.
Corporate
businesswoman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best
friend. After a mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her
purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn
between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her
life.
Thall,
son of one of the Fates, harbours the irrepressible need to be with the woman
he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all,
he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents
- a fantasy.
Can fantasy
become a reality for these two lovers?
Note:
This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Capri’s Fate. The edition has a new
title, new cover and has restored previously deleted scenes.
Amazon - ebook
Amazon - print book
Excerpt
My bustier had wrapped itself around me, forcing my
nipples to burst from the peek-a-boo holes. The bottle of warming lubricant
landed beside me, top popped off. And amazed that I wasn't the least bit
shocked, alarmed or confused, I watched as my glass dildo floated above me.
"Play with your nipples. Show me what you do to make
them firm."
"Excuse me?" My eyebrows rose up to my
hairline. "You want me to play with myself? In front of you?"
"Yes."
One simple, yet mortifying, word.
"I'm not a porn star."
"Just touch yourself. I will not judge you."
I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously
responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter
than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there
position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew
firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and
pinky-proud.
"They're beautiful. Continue," the voice urged.
To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice
cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to
sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold,
rough, soft—each new sensation was a surprise.
Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside.
My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.
I took a moment to figure out what to do. Thall didn't
think to include the instructions, and I hadn't had a chance to read them yet.
My bad.
Unclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny
switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused
dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left
nipple and held my breath.
Snap. Snap.
A surge of lust rushed through my body then centred in my
crotch.
Snap.
Snap. Snap.
The electric pulses were titillating—pun intended—and
random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn't fire together. Nor
did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the random sensations
they delighted in me. I wanted this to last for hours. A small thought nudged
me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?
The arousal gel poured itself over my upper thighs as
strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart.
Arousing was so the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire
would be a more apt description. I've been cooler after a tough hour of hot
yoga class.
Sweat rolled in streams from me, yet all I did was rest
on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and
let them fall. I was fully exposed and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked.
Needed to be fucked.
The bottle of warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat
down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs.
"Do you want it?"
I groaned.
"Do you want it inside you—mercilessly driving you
to a screaming orgasm?"
Do the Fates
understand the term—duh!
A hand separated my vulva and began long glides up the
insides of my labia. I sighed and sunk to the edge of bliss.
Snap.
Snap. Snap.
Damn! Forgot about the nipple clamps.
The long fondles turned to tiny flicks tickling my labia
and inner thighs.
I squirmed and wiggled. Fire danced over my body.
"Touch me!"
"Where?" His voice brushed past my ear.
"My clit."
Every sensation stopped. I think my heart did too. I
didn't breathe.
Time-stopping, scorching strokes on the smallest part of
my body. My fingers dug into the pillows as I experienced the most mind-fucking
sensation ever and released an intense scream of joy.
"Ohhhh!"
"Again?" His voice was soft and tinted with
humour.
"Yes!" It was more of a snarl than a polite
response.
I waited. The nipple clamp zapped me. I squealed. His
petting dragged across my clitoris with molasses speed. My heart raced, my
breaths were shallow pants as I arched my hips up and spread my legs as wide as
I could. "Touch me again. Please."
Total bitch in heat
and I didn't give a damn.
Bio
and Social Media Links
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong
heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl's
alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.
Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in
Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two black cats - Licorice and Ginny-Furr
Purrkins - and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest.
Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the
back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has
touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean
in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the
ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun
living it.
Pinterest Page for Love My Fate - https://www.pinterest.ca/daryldevore2013/love-my-fate/
Felicity Brandon has returned with FLAWED, A Dark Necessities Prequel-Book One. While you're waiting for the release of FALLEN, you'll definitely want to delve into the start of Ethan and Lily's trying journey.
Universal Buy link: http://mybook.to/Flawed
Goodreads
TBR:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44552489-flawed
Blurb:
One powerful serial killer. One visceral connection.
One deadly secret that should have stayed buried.
Men like Ethan Reilly should never fall in love. Dark, enigmatic and dangerous, Ethan is the perfect predator until he meets Lily Simpson, a woman passionate enough to placate him and strong enough to surrender to him.
For a while Lily’s love is enough.
But the darkness inside Ethan is too powerful to contain, and soon it spills into their burgeoning love affair. As he wrestles with his demons, Ethan must come to terms with who he really is, but if he does, what happens to Lily? Can any love be strong enough to survive a past as terrible as Ethan’s? And what kind of future can they forge from the ashes of his awful admission?
Read Flawed, a Dark Necessities prequel, and discover the making of not one, but two monsters.
One deadly secret that should have stayed buried.
Men like Ethan Reilly should never fall in love. Dark, enigmatic and dangerous, Ethan is the perfect predator until he meets Lily Simpson, a woman passionate enough to placate him and strong enough to surrender to him.
For a while Lily’s love is enough.
But the darkness inside Ethan is too powerful to contain, and soon it spills into their burgeoning love affair. As he wrestles with his demons, Ethan must come to terms with who he really is, but if he does, what happens to Lily? Can any love be strong enough to survive a past as terrible as Ethan’s? And what kind of future can they forge from the ashes of his awful admission?
Read Flawed, a Dark Necessities prequel, and discover the making of not one, but two monsters.
Excerpt:
He lifted his
hand, bringing it crashing back down over her covered behind, and he watched
with satisfaction as her lips parted.
Holy fuck.
“Why are you being
spanked, Lily?” he asked her as he delivered another three swats in fast
succession.
She gasped, her
eyes blinking wildly as she replied. “You… you want me to answer?”
Ethan chuckled
lightly. She was so fucking adorable.
“Yes, beautiful Lily,” he told her. “I want you to bloom for me, to come alive
under the weight of my palm. And for that, you must answer.”
He heard the gasp
of air Lily pulled in between her teeth. “I wanted it,” she responded, and
Ethan could hear the trace of irony and disbelief in her tone at the admission.
“I wanted you to spank me.”
Lily was right.
She had wanted this, and as he
spanked her over and over, he wondered whether or not she was regretting that
choice now. He hoped not, and as he glanced down at her face he couldn’t see
any fear in her eyes. There was some shock, and perhaps even concern, but not
fear.
And Ethan knew
what fear looked like better than most.
There was
definitely no terror in his little flower, but there was the genesis of
something else—the dark promise of her dilating pupils and her splaying knees
beneath her virginal gown. There was the tantalizing prospect of her arousal.
“That’s right,” he
crooned from over her bent body. “You did want it, little Lily, and I believe
you need it, too. I think you’re the kind of woman who would benefit from a spanking
most days.”
His right palm
connected with the sitting spot of one and then the other pert cheek of Lily’s
behind. “What do you think, young lady?”
Her lips parted
again at his query, and he could see just by looking on her face how much she
both loved and hated being labelled that way. No doubt she found the name
denigrating in some way, but that was alright. Ethan could tell how much her
body wanted to be treated that way—her desire to yield and her fast, panting
breaths were evidence enough of that—but he also knew something else, something
Lily didn’t know yet. Ethan wanted to denigrate her. He wanted to push her
right down into the depths, if for no other reason, so that he could be the one
to make her soar again.
“Yes,” she rasped,
gyrating her body over his lap although he had never commanded her hips to
move. It was hypnotizing to witness. “Yes, I do.”
“I know you do,
beautiful,” he confirmed as he rained down a fresh torrent of smacks on her
upturned bottom. “But you don’t have to worry. I’m here now, and I can help you
scratch that little itch.”
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Talented author Felicity Brandon is back with another installment in her epic series, A DARK NECESSITY! FALLEN, the prequel to FLAWED is now available for pre-order and will captivate fans of the dark romance genre as much as book one.
Release
date:
26th, June, 2019
Universal Buy link: http://mybook.to/Fallen
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Blurb:
She should have run while she had the chance…
Lily Simpson escapes, leaving
her brooding captor to rot, but she’s still not free. Unable to resist the
forbidden temptation Ethan Reilly offers, Lily is once again drawn back into
his dangerous web of power and submission.
When they travel north, their
desire blooms into something even darker—something Lily both detests and adores
in equal measure. But when she learns of the fate of her best friend,
everything changes. The question is, will there be a second opportunity to
escape Ethan’s clutches?
Suspenseful,
thought-provoking, and peppered with breathtaking scenes, this fast-paced
psychological, dark romance will haunt you.
Giveaway:
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Excerpt:
“Ethan!”
His name escaped her
lips in a panic as she felt the final tug of the binds against the wood above
her head, and a moment later his face came into view.
“Lily?”
His face was so calm
and his expression so in control. It was as infuriating as it was sexy as hell.
“Please, sir, don’t
leave me here!” she whimpered as he settled against the side of her body. “I’m
sorry I abandoned you yesterday, but please don’t.”
A part of Lily hated
how pathetic she sounded at that moment, but there was no choice—she had no
choice—and if this was the only chance she had to plead, then plead she would.
“Little one,” he
crooned, and he actually smiled as he gazed down at her, waves of his sumptuous
dark hair falling between their faces. “I am not going to leave you. I am never going to leave you. Didn’t I tell
you to stop worrying?”
She gasped at his
words, her mind still racing despite his assurances.
“Now,” he purred,
tracing a finger along her exposed midriff as he continued. “All you need to do
is lie back and listen. Can you do that?”
Lily nodded, though
if truth be told, she was more than a little distracted by the path of his
finger, which was right at that moment circling one, and then the next breast
with soft caresses that made her want to pant.
“Yes,” she whispered
in reply. “Yes, I can, sir.”
“Good.”
He was gone then,
rising to stand beside the bed before he strode to the end climbing back onto
the covers between her naturally splayed legs.
“The rules for today
are really simple, Lily,” he told her in a tone that made her hips roll
forward. It was as though he had hypnotized her body somehow, and now it was
obeying his orders, and not her own. “Your job is two-fold.”
Their gazes locked as
he edged closer toward her sex, his knees nudging her legs even wider as he
went.
“You will endure for
me whatever I choose to bestow upon you.”
Ethan’s words echoed
around the small master bedroom as though they were an edict from the gods, and
in a way, they were. Ethan was the closest thing Lily was ever likely to get to
a god, especially now that she was effectively harboring him from the law, and
as she eyed him between her thighs, she was struck by just how powerful the man
seemed. All of a sudden, it was far too easy to imagine him extinguishing the lives
of all those women. The potent combination of his charm, looks, strong muscular
body, and his ability to know what others were thinking would have meant that
none of them even had a chance.
Ethan was a predator.
She could see that now. Maybe he was even the perfect predator…
“And the second part
of your job.”
The steel in his
voice shattered Lily’s thought process, and she locked eyes with him again as
he delivered his final verdict.
“Do you want to know
what it is, little Lily?” he goaded, pressing his palms down at either side of
her chest, and lowering his sculpted body over her soft skin.
She gasped as their
flesh made contact, arching her back and squeezing her eyes closed as a spike
of pleasure whipped through her. “Yes,” she panted with obvious need. “Yes,
sir.”
“The second part is
that you do not, under any circumstances, have my permission to come.”
Lily blinked her eyes
open at him, certain that she must have misheard the man.
“No,” he told her
with a soft, taunting laugh. “You didn’t mishear, beautiful. That is your
punishment. I am going to keep you on the edge all fucking day, and you’re not
going to be allowed even an ounce of pleasure.”
Valerie Ullmer starts out the summer guests posts with her new release, HUNTER, A DARK ASSASSINS novel. Book 5 in her paranormal erotic romance series features a half-vampire, half-shifter who is sure to grab fans from the very beginning.
[ Blurb ]
Half-vampire
and half-shifter.
The one
definitive belief panther-shifter Hunter and the other immortals understood
about shifters and vampires; vampire venom is deadly to shifters and vice
versa. But Hunter never worried about
testing the theory because he never wondered if he had a mate, even after a few
of his family had found their own. As he
and two others stumble upon and eliminate several rogue shifters, part of a
larger group determined to kill each of the assassins, Hunter also stumbles
upon the one woman destined to be his.
There’s only one problem. She’s
part vampire.
All
alone in the world.
Despite
everything, Neri made a life for herself after she escaped from a facility
using her as a test subject. She has no
past, no family, and no connections to the world as far as she can
remember. She stays to herself and finds
a routine, telling herself she isn’t lonely.
But everything changes when she spots Hunter and her first true memory
revealed. He was there the day someone
injected her with an experimental drug and changed into this cold being.
As Neri
and Hunter navigate their newfound relationship, their journey becomes even
more complicated when they learn Neri’s venom is deadly to shifters. But with help from the other immortals,
Hunter and Neri reveal her past and realize the extent of the threat Dark
Company has been dealing with for years.
But can their relationship
survive with so much stacked against them?
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[ Excerpt ]
“You don’t have to fear me. You’re safe.”
Hunter reiterated his promise and cupped her face.
Hunter’s vision blackened around the edges and
a second later, he plunged into a darkness.
He didn’t understand when he heard her quiet voice.
“I’m not so sure about that.”
The next minute, Hunter sensed his
surroundings changed. He blinked his
eyes, getting used to the darkness after the bright, blinding light of the
snow. He still found himself on his
knees and as he moved his fingers searching for the woman who had been right in
front of him, he found she wasn’t there any longer.
Hunter closed his eyes and listened to his
surroundings.
There was a low hum from a computer fan
somewhere in the room and there was breathing, deep, as if the person was
asleep. Before he could investigate
further, a desk lamp clicked on and his eyes moved toward the arrogant looking
man seated, cross-legged, on an uncomfortable metal chair. He had a smug look on his face and Hunter
wanted to break his face.
Hunter pulled his gaze from the man and took a
quick glance around and to him, something about it seemed familiar. The sterile coldness, the clear glass that
looked out into the hall, the white formica tiles on the floor. Sterile and clean. The place gave him the creeps.
When he turned his gaze to the man in the lab
coat, his gaze wasn’t on Hunter but on a woman laying on the exam table he
hadn’t seen until that moment.
Hunter took a deep breath, trying to examine
the scents in the room and looking for a familiar one, but there was
nothing. He should have scented the
sterile environment, the blue liquid on the counter along with wooden sticks
and cotton balls, but there was nothing.
He growled in frustration but neither the
older gray-haired doctor, nor the woman strapped down with her mouth covered to
muffle sound, reacted to the sound escaping from his throat.
Without another thought, he lunged for the
doctor but he passed through the figure.
Okay, I’m not here. Can’t scent, can’t touch.
Hunter turned toward the table and sucked in a
deep breath as the familiar features of the woman in the mountains came into
focus. Her face looked gaunt, but it was
the dark brown hair and matching eyes that took him by surprise because she
looked familiar. Her body looked starved
and despite the bruising on her limbs and the dark circles under her eyes; she
looked back at the doctor in defiance.
Hunter jolted when the man spoke.
“So, Nerissa… it appears you’re an utter
failure as a shifter.” His eyes glanced
down as if he were ashamed by her lack of abilities. “But you are a prime candidate for an experimental
drug my colleagues and I have been working on.”
Her gaze narrowed as he continued to speak and
he noted her body shook with the continuous growl that emitted from her throat.
“You had such promise. Oh, well.”
As if waiting for that statement, a
nurse walked in and handed a syringe to the man. “Here you go, Dr. Stevens.”
[About Author ]
Valerie writes romances.
Contemporary, Paranormal, Erotic, and Gay.
She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab, Maddie. Valerie is addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character-driven romances.
As a voracious reader, she’s believes that all writers are rock stars, and she hopes that people enjoy her stories as much as she loves the romance novels she’s devoured over the years!
Contemporary, Paranormal, Erotic, and Gay.
She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab, Maddie. Valerie is addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character-driven romances.
As a voracious reader, she’s believes that all writers are rock stars, and she hopes that people enjoy her stories as much as she loves the romance novels she’s devoured over the years!
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May 6, 2019
Alyssa Bailey has a new installment in her popular Cian O'Connor series! FREEING MOLLY will once again have fans rooting for this couple as Cian sets out to show his girl running away from problems is not an option in his household.
When things fall apart...it takes the firm hand of love to set things right.
Blurb:
When tragedy
hits engaged couple, Molly Rasher and Cián O’Connor, things turn upside down.
Molly decides to spend time alone telling neither her family nor Cián where she
is or how she is fairing. When the police call for someone to retrieve Molly,
she is in desperate need of loving care both tender and strict.
Cián is
devastated and irritated with his girl. She is running from her life instead of
asking for his help. Finding her is not as difficult as freeing her from the
demons in her head, but he is determined nothing will get in his way, not even
his girl. He will convince Molly she needs him as much as he needs her and that
he will take all comers to keep her safe as they rebuild their life and try to
move forward.
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Links
Excerpt:
Molly lay naked, her
breasts heaving from anticipation as she waited for her lover. Cián emptied his
pockets in the bowl on the built-in shelving unit and with great intent,
removed his computerized wrist watch, and then his belt. The swishing as the
wide leather slid free of its binding loops, called to her unvoiced craving for
his dominance. Molly studied his every move, her belly a riot of activity in
response to his slow, meticulous movements.
She reached to touch her
clit and Cián, without so much as a change of inflection, said, “If you touch
your kitty, I will have to punish you and it will be a long time before I let
you come, a peata. Don’t be naughty.”
“You called me pet? Does
that mean you’re going to play with me? Then please hurry. I’m dying here. I’m
going to expire from want.”
“Expire from want?” Cián
chuckled. “My, your turn of phrase has gotten exotic in the last two months.”
“Please, Cián, don’t
torture me.”
“Patience. Something you
have never been good at practicing. We’re going to work on that, aren’t we?”
“I promise, but just not
this time. It’s been so long.”
Cián said nothing but
continued to remove his shirt, one button at a time while Molly wiggled and
squeezed her legs together to find some relief.
“Molly Susanne, if you
don’t stop, you’ll earn a spanking before I play and refuse your orgasm. I’m
asserting my dominance here, but I want to do it while firing all your rockets,
so this is your last warning to practice patience and obedience. Because of
that, we are using some protocol today, a ghrá.”
“Sir… okay, sir but if
you genuinely love me you will hurry. Sir.”
Cián continued to undress
by pulling his tee shirt off and bending down to remove his shoes. Molly was
almost coming from the anticipation. She knew that’s what he wanted, for her to
sweat. He loved to make her so antsy and needy that all he had to do was touch
her and her fireworks began. Finally, his shoes and jeans were off, but he left
his briefs on. The swelled package was easy to see, and she felt her mouth
salivate at the thought of taking him, inhaling his muskiness, rolling her
tongue around his manhood but that didn’t seem to be what Cián wanted right
now. No, he wanted to kill her with that stupid patience he said she didn’t
display often enough.
The mattress dipped and
Cián was beside her. “All the toys are packed but I think I have plenty with what
mother nature provided. Do I need to use my belt to tie your hands?”
“No. I can deal with it.”
“That’s my girl.” He
dropped a light kiss on her waiting lips.
“Well, maybe you don’t
need toys anyway.
“Or maybe we need them
more.” She couldn’t control her wiggle as his gaze slid lazily over her face,
her breasts, her nipples, causing heat to race up her back.
“I need to reacquaint
myself with your beautiful body. It has changed in the last two months. I’m not
happy I don’t have a plump bottom to spank but we will remedy that in time.”
“You don’t have to spank
me, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Somehow, I doubt that, peata.
Now no more talking.”
About Alyssa
USA Today and #1 International best-selling author, Alyssa
Bailey, lives amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky
meets the rainforest on the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans,
the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.
Alyssa loves writing realistic romance for the naughty in
all of us. Writing power exchanges between strong,
intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident
enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her
choices is a common theme.
If she can throw a little humor, or suspense in her stories,
it’s even better. Her characters predominately live in Regency England,
Ireland, and Scotland amongst lords and ladies, in the Contemporary Realm
amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working Cowboys and
fiercely romantic Indians.
Author Links:
You can find Alyssa online:
Twitter: @blushingalyssa
Blog/web page: http://alyssabailey.com/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/Alyssa_Bailey
Also by Alyssa Bailey:
Lords and Little Ladies Series:
Lord
Thayer’s Choice
(Book 1)
Safe and Secure Series:
Clearwater Ranch Series
Lone Wind Series:
Chase Abbey Series:
The O'Connor Series:
Liam & Jocelyn's Story
Ciaran and Katherine's Story
Quinlan and Cheyenne's Story
Kelli and Parker’s Story
Cián and Molly’s Story
Freeing Molly -Dec 2018
Forever Molly- TBA
Anthologies
Hero to Obey
April 8, 2019
Valerie Ulmer's newest title, JADE is another exciting installment in her Dark Assassins series. A paranormal, erotic romance, it fulfills the reading preferences of several genres all in one.
[ Blurb ]
Jade never wanted a mate.
She loved being an assassin and she had a family in her fellow
assassins, their mates, and little Silas.
She truly had everything she needed.
But when Ghost assigned her to track the same immortals who tried to
kill Xander’s family, she couldn’t refuse.
But the complication arises when Ghost requests she partner
with Noah, a human and ex-special forces soldier. Jade has never worked with a human before,
much less one that hated her from the moment he laid eyes on her. But she was a professional and if she could
play a part in destroying the immortals who threatened her family, she could
accept the human. If only she knew how
to fight her attraction to him.
All Noah Hale wanted was to kill the immortals who lured his
best friend and fellow ex-Navy SEAL to his death. He had no desire to be teamed with a
beautiful tracker who mesmerized him the moment she turned her emerald eyes his
way. But in order to stop other soldiers
from pursuing the same fate, he needed to swallow his pride and work with a
group of immortals he didn’t trust.
As Jade and Noah track the group of shifters through the
mountains of Colorado, the danger lurking around every corner threatens
everything they both hold close. Will
they be able to find a way through, together?
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[ Excerpt ]
Jade
caught a scent of a human as she entered the fourteen-story building in
downtown Snowfall. It wasn’t just any
human scent, but something that made all of her instincts flare. She knew that she’d never caught this
particular scent before, but something told her that this human might be
important to her. She tried to brush it
off as quickly as the thought came, but she couldn’t find it coincidental she
smelled it in the same steel building owned by Ghost and housed the headquarters
of Dark Company.
As
she dismissed the fleeting thought of searching for the scent, her heart
thumped once, hard, in her chest at the thought of not finding its owner. She forced herself to walk toward the
elevator bank, ignoring the unwanted perusals she received from the men in the
lobby. Even in an unassuming hoodie and
black yoga pants, she drew unwanted attention.
A side effect of being an immortal.
The
elevator opened as soon as she pressed the up-button and she kept her gaze down
as she walked into the elevator. She
entered the code to get to Ghost’s private floor, her movements too quick to be
caught by the human eye, before she squeezed into the corner. Jade used her other senses as three men in
suits and two women entered the enclosed space with her. There was no need to glance at the glass
interior that covered the back wall to see what she looked like.
She
sensed eyes on her. Instead of searching
out the gaze, she whipped her long, straight dyed black hair into a bun on the
back of her head with quick movements before sneaking her hands into the front
pockets of her hoodie.
Jade
waited patiently as the car traveled toward the penthouse, her ultimate
destination, but she couldn’t help but try to find the intriguing scent from
earlier.
After
my meeting.
All
she knew was he hadn’t used the particular elevator she was in and the higher
the lift took her in the building, the more his scent dissipated.
In
her entire existence, or what she remembered of it, she’d never been attracted
to…anyone. She’d never felt the pull to
find someone either. But lately, she’d
felt increasingly restless whenever she had any downtime and her skin tingled
in a way that had nothing to do with signaling immediate danger. It was as though her body tried to convey
something she didn’t understand.
Her
thoughts were interrupted when a man who had gotten into the elevator with her
on the first floor stepped into her personal space.
“Hey,
beautiful?”
Jade
rolled her eyes and raised her head to glare at the man. Of course, he wouldn’t take the hint that she
wanted to be left alone. To emphasize
the point, she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, moving away from
his intrusion.
The
man decided to take this as an invitation and moved to wrap his arm around her
waist. The move gave her a clear shot to
his ribs and she took it, gently moving her elbow back and making contact. She flinched when she heard a distinctive
crack, realizing she hadn’t been careful enough. Before she could apologize, the elevator door
opened and he ran off without looking back, holding onto his side.
She sighed.
[About Author ]
Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary M/F and M/M erotic
romances. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband
and their funny and wise black lab. She's addicted to coffee, crime shows, and
reading and writing character-driven romances.
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March 27, 2019
A new medieval romance from Daryl Devore! BRONWYN'S LOVE is an erotic romance fans of historical reads will fall in love with.
Blurb
Daryl Devoré pens another hot read – the medieval romance -Branwyn’s Love.
The tale of a young woman sold as a courtesan in training. Branwyn
arrives in a new land to begin daily lessons in the bewildering art of bedding
a man.
The noblewoman chosen to be Prince Malacke’s bride rejects him by
bedding his hated rival. Malacke turns his anger towards increasing the power
and wealth of Black Dorn castle. And he succeeds until his attention is
captured by the face of the woman who will be his queen.
Note: This book contains elements of domination, submission, and
fetishes. If these concepts disturb you, please do not purchase or read this
book. Branwyn’s Love was formerly known as Black Dorn and published by New
Dawning.
Excerpt
Note – Gon-dra – means Prince
As Branwyn walked down the passageway, no sounds echoed. Guards
snapped to attention as she passed. Someone cried out. Not a cry of grief, but
one of bliss. She hurried in the direction she believed it came from. Standing
next to a broad door, what she heard caused her to pause. “Gon-Dra. Release
into me. More. More! More!”
Branwyn opened the door enough to slip inside. It was a large room,
one she had never been in. At the far end, Malacke pounded himself into a
screaming dune. She sat in a chair, with her raised legs suspended by straps.
He held her roughly by her hair and possessed her with a furious energy. From
the doorway, Branwyn could see the sweat rolling off his back.
“No wait, I am not ready to surrender,” the dune called.
“…care not!” he gasped slamming himself into her with such force
that the chair moved. “Aaaah!” When his breath returned, he slipped his manhood
out of her. As he dressed he said, “Release yourself. It is not the concern of
the gon-dra if a dune is pleasured.” He exited by a side door.
The dune struggled to free her legs from their straps. Seed from
Malacke dripped from her pleasure hole. Branwyn crossed the room. “You are
Sasha?”
The dune nodded.
“Let me finish you. You need releasing.”
Sweat dripped from Sasha’s face. “There.” She pointed to a
manhood-shaped object on the floor. “Use it inside me.”
“It is shaped like a swollen man.”
“Yes, it is used when no man is around and you wish to pleasure
yourself. Have you not learned?”
Branwyn shook her head.
“Place it in me. Yes, slide it back and forth like a man, were he to
be bedding me.” The dune rubbed her clit while she squeezed her nipple.
“Harder.”
Fascinated at the motion of the manhood sliding in and out of the
dune, Branwyn tried to give her the satisfaction she’d been denied by Malacke.
Her groans and the slurping sounds from where her pleasure came from filling
the room. The dune demanded more, harder and faster. Branwyn’s arm ached. The dune’s body gave a short convulse.
“Oh. Oh. I surrender. I surrender!” Branwyn continued her movements for a
moment then slowed. When the dune relaxed, she pulled out the artificial
manhood.
Branwyn lowered the dune’s legs and helped her out of the chair.
“I will sleep here.” Sasha dropped to a pillow on the floor.
“No, you need your bed. Can you walk?”
“I do not think so. I feel like I have been torn into two. The
gon-dra’s powerful in his thrusts, but he seemed possessed by something this
evening. A demon he could not expel.”
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March 22, 2019
Poppy Flynn rounds out this week's wonderful guest posts with her new release, TIES THAT BIND, book 3 in her Club Risqué series. Each title is a standalone read, but if you haven't given this tantalizing a series a peek yet, now's the time to get book 1, FOOL'S DESIRE for just $.99!
Blurb
Luanna Morgan has worked hard to brush off
the stigma and scandal of being a single teenage mother. These days, she is
better known for her calm composure and serene disposition, but despite that,
things start to sizzle between Luanna and her company's legal director, Logan
Thornton.
Logan might seem like a mild-mannered
corporate lawyer, but in BDSM circles, he is better known as Master Baku, the
Shibari expert. His dream is to publish a series of artistic poses which
incorporate his three loves—Shibari, suspension, and photography, and he has
his sights set on Luanna as the model.
But Luanna has led a deliberately quiet and
modest life. She knows nothing about bondage or the intricacies of D/s
relationships. She's always had to rely on herself, and her current reputation
has been hard won. Even if she decides to throw caution to the wind and finally
live a little, is there really any room left in Logan's life for yet another
love, especially if she can't find it in herself to share the ones he already
has?
Logan has Luanna tied up in knots, both
literally and figuratively. Is it possible to find a compromise or will
circumstances conspire to pull them apart?
Publisher's Note: This steamy romance
contains graphic scenes and themes of power exchange. If this is offensive to
you, please do not read it.
Excerpt
"I'm going to make love to you, with
or without," he told her in a low voice. "But if you really don't
like this, I'll free you right now. Just nod to continue, or shake your head,
and it's gone."
It was Luanna's turn to take a leap of
faith. He'd taken her by surprise, but she didn't hate the sensations already
coursing through her heated blood.
Finally, she nodded her head. She saw the
lust and also the relief that fired in Logan's eyes, but still, he gave her
another out. "Are you certain?"
Luanna nodded again.
Logan closed his eyes and tucked his head
into the crook of her neck. Then he sucked at the delicate skin on her
collarbone and lifted his head once more. "I won't do anything
unexpected," he promised her. "I just want to make love to you like
this, give you a little taste of being bound. I want to fasten your wrists to
the headboard, too; you okay with that?"
Luanna's breath caught at the thought. It
was strangely erotic, and she nodded once again in consent.
Logan was surprised at the slight tremor in
his hands as he secured Luanna's bound wrists to the convenient wooden crossbar
at the head of the bed. He'd bound a woman hundreds of times in complex and
contorted poses, for his sexual and aesthetic enjoyment. But never before had
it ever meant as much to him as this simple, improvised act of bondage.
Logan sat back on his haunches and admired
his handiwork, makeshift as it was. Luanna looked beautiful, restrained. She
would look even more magnificent in his ropes. Just the thought had his cock
throbbing. She would suit a colour that was strong, like her. Not red, that
would clash with her hair and overpower her pale skin. But still something
bold, brighter than black. Purple, perhaps, or yellow. God, he hoped she would
allow him to tie and bind her. He could start with something unrestricting and
erotic like the karada, or rope dress, to introduce her to the art of Kinbaku. And from
there, once she was comfortable, maybe she would permit something more
intricate and confining—something that would allow the rope to pose her body,
and finally, perhaps she would agree to be suspended, modelled like a
ballerina, frozen mid-jump. Eventually, she might even allow him to record
those moments for posterity.
The thought had him sucking in a harsh
breath, and suddenly, he couldn't keep his hands off her for a moment longer.
Author Bio
Poppy Flynn
was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with
parents who wanted to live the 'self-sufficiency' lifestyle.
Today she
still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.
Poppy's
love of reading and writing stemmed from her parent’s encouragement and the
fact that they didn't have a television in the house.
"When
you're surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the
closest tiny village is four miles away, there's a certain limit to your
options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless."
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website here:
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March 18, 2019
Book three in Felicity Brandon's The Dark Necessities Trilogy is out! ENTWINED brings Molly and Connor back together in this satisfying end to their tortured saga.
Title: Entwined
by Felicity Brandon
Series: The
Dark Necessities – Book Three
#DarkRomance #KidnapThriller #Alphamale
#Redemption
Buy link: Universal link: viewbook.at/Entwined
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TBR:
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Blurb:
Can a monster ever find redemption?
Free from her captor, author Molly Clary finds herself back at home, but she’s just as lost as ever. In the isolation of her new-found freedom, Molly makes a startling revelation; she can no longer function without Connor Reilly. She can’t write without him; she can’t live without him.
The admission leads Molly into the most intense and dangerous chapter of her twisted love affair yet, and by reaching out to Connor again, she must decide if she can really leave her old life behind to venture into the dark and mysterious confines of the organization known only as The Syndicate.
For a couple whose love is built on lust, and fear and submission, there should be no happy ending. But as Molly helps her kidnapper lay his ghosts to rest, the question beckons, can they forge their own brand of happiness regardless? Can Connor finally be delivered into a consensual union with his kitten, and will it be enough to satisfy both of their dark needs?
Buy the captivating conclusion to The Dark Necessities trilogy, and devour this tantalizing finale.
Free from her captor, author Molly Clary finds herself back at home, but she’s just as lost as ever. In the isolation of her new-found freedom, Molly makes a startling revelation; she can no longer function without Connor Reilly. She can’t write without him; she can’t live without him.
The admission leads Molly into the most intense and dangerous chapter of her twisted love affair yet, and by reaching out to Connor again, she must decide if she can really leave her old life behind to venture into the dark and mysterious confines of the organization known only as The Syndicate.
For a couple whose love is built on lust, and fear and submission, there should be no happy ending. But as Molly helps her kidnapper lay his ghosts to rest, the question beckons, can they forge their own brand of happiness regardless? Can Connor finally be delivered into a consensual union with his kitten, and will it be enough to satisfy both of their dark needs?
Buy the captivating conclusion to The Dark Necessities trilogy, and devour this tantalizing finale.
Excerpt:
“Don’t look at me like that,” he told her without
looking up from the buttons.
Molly screwed the bedding up in her fists.
“Don’t do this!” she implored him for what must be the twentieth time that day.
“Please, Master. I don’t like it. I don’t like this, at all.”
“Kitten,” he cooed, pacing toward the bed
and falling to his knees beside her. “You’re the reason I’m doing this. You’re
the reason I need to do it.”
Molly blinked away the tears which were
threatening to fall. “No,” she gasped, as she reached for his shoulder. “If
that’s true, then I’m sorry, but I’ve changed my mind. Don’t go…”
She hated how desperate she sounded, but
there it was; every word was true. All of her emotions were laid out there. Her
heart exposed and vulnerable, just as it had been since the day she’d started
to fall for the man who’d captured her.
Connor’s expression melted a little at her
display of emotion, but his determined eyes told her the real story. He was
going to do it. He was going, and he
was going to do whatever this thing was he’d arranged with Malone, and as per
fucking usual, there wasn’t a thing Molly could do to change it. Inside her,
her heart began to break.
“Don’t upset yourself, pet,” he purred as
he stroked the side of her face lovingly. “I want you to stay here and rest,
because when this is over, I’m going to need you like I’ve never needed anyone
before.”
The knot of tension in her belly tightened
at his words. If Connor was going to need her so badly, then her intuition must
be spot on, and whatever this was must be absolutely freaking awful.
“I’m worried,” she conceded in a flurry.
“I have a bad feeling about this, Master.”
He offered her a small smile. “Honestly,”
he admitted, “I have a pretty bad feeling, too, but it will be okay. I have
Dalton with me. He’ll look after me.”
She was sobbing as he pulled her in for
one last embrace, apparently trying to soothe her with hot, torrid kisses.
“Promise me you’ll stay here like a good,
little kitten,” he whispered. “I don’t want to have to lock you in anymore. I
think we’ve moved past that point now, don’t you?”
Molly nodded. She didn’t want to be locked
in either, but she’d accept those terms from now on if it meant he was going to
stay.
“Lock the door behind me,” he warned her.
“And stay put!”
Connor’s hand reached for her chin,
forcing it up to meet the intensity of his gaze. “Promise me, kitten. Promise
me you’ll stay put.”
“Let’s go, Connor!” Dalton’s voice yelled
from just beyond the door, making Molly jump instinctively.
“Promise me,” Connor demanded, resting his
forehead against her face.
Molly raised her head to meet the strength
of his gaze, and she knew he meant it. She was going to have to promise him.
That compelling look in his eyes was never going to have it any other way.
“Okay,” she sobbed quietly. “I promise, Master.”
But even as the words slipped from her
lips, Molly knew she didn’t mean them. Whatever was going to happen to him,
there was no way she was just going to lie here and wait.
No fucking way.
***
Author
Bio and social links:
Felicity Brandon is a top
100 Amazon bestselling author.
She loves the darker side
of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage
and submission.
You’ll find her either at
her laptop, at the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music.
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Felicity here:
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Sophia is rich and wants
more, and she gets it in the form of control and training at the hands of her
boyfriend Brody and his brother. They tame her, teach her and in time she
becomes Brody’s little pony girl, and learns to embrace her new life.
AMAZON BLUSHING BOOKS
EXCERPT:
Pulling her to him, he sat on a
large round boulder protruding from the ground; she went across his lap, and – Smack! His strong hand connected with
her supple bottom. She gasped, her eyes flying open. Never in her life had
anyone done such a thing to her. Half a dozen more landed before she found her
voice.
“You fucked with the wrong lady!
Brody, you stop this at once or you’re fired, and I’ll never speak to you
again.”
“Well, that’s your right, missy,
but that’s not going to stop me giving you the spanking you deserve,” he said
calmly. “I have put up with your attitude, your demands, and you looking down
your nose at anyone you deemed beneath you, but I’ve now had enough.”
“Ouch! Brody, you stop, do you hear
me? You can’t do this to me! I’ll… I’ll have you arrested, I’ll see you in
jail, you’ll never work for me again, and we’re through,” she screamed.
“I don’t think you want to file
charges, sweetie,” he said smugly. “To prove your case, you’d have to testify
in court as to what I did. You really want the world to know that Sophia Grant,
heiress to the Grant Plastics Empire got an old fashioned spanking across the
lap of her boyfriend?”
She seethed, as she knew the answer
to that question as well as he did. Wiggling and squirming on his lap, she
found escape impossible. Brody was far too strong. Her yelps and wails grew
louder by the minute, and then she truly died of embarrassment when she heard
voices ringing them in. The rest of the staff had emerged from their tents and
stood around watching the whole sorry scene.
“Help me! Someone, get this mother
fucker off of me, right now or you’re all fired,” she shouted.
Looking
around, she saw no one making a move. Most were smiling, a couple gave Brody a
thumbs up, and the chef pulled out her phone to take a video! If that turned up
online, Sophia would totally die.
Author Bio
Born in Rhode Island,
she has a great love for the Cape Cod area. Her second love is writing, which
she's been doing since her youth, and her spanking erotica run the gamut from age
play to pony play, and from novels to comic books, one of which will be released
soon. Her books are available from Stormy Night, LSF, and Blushing Books.
Anita Philmar is starting off March's guest posts with a peek at her new erotic fantasy romance, FAIRY FUN. This delightful tale is sure to warm you as we wait for spring to makes its debut!
How
do you find your prince charming?
#eroticromance , #hotfairytale
@anitaphilmar , #fantasy , #99cents , #shortstory
Blurb:
Dedrick Forester,
Prince of Endole, is fast approaching the end of his fairy cycle, which means
losing his ability to fly, transforming into a wood gnome, and having to choose
a mate. Until then he just wants to have fun...and lots of sex.
King Rosewood of Evermore is determined to see his daughter wed, but Chloe loves the freedom of fairy flight too much to settle down as a frumpy old wood gnome. She escapes and spreads her wings to reach new heights...like air sex with a stranger.
Combine her passion with Dedrick's and sparks light up the sky. Both discover pleasure beyond their wildest fantasies. But neither is prepared for the emotional connection. Now Dedrick must convince Chloe that losing her wings doesn't mean there aren't other ways to fly?
King Rosewood of Evermore is determined to see his daughter wed, but Chloe loves the freedom of fairy flight too much to settle down as a frumpy old wood gnome. She escapes and spreads her wings to reach new heights...like air sex with a stranger.
Combine her passion with Dedrick's and sparks light up the sky. Both discover pleasure beyond their wildest fantasies. But neither is prepared for the emotional connection. Now Dedrick must convince Chloe that losing her wings doesn't mean there aren't other ways to fly?
Author Synopsis:
A fairy tale that teaches that even though it is fun to taste the sweet
nectar of different mates. There is a major difference when you find true love.
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Excerpt
“Have you ever done it while flying?”
A soft female voice whispered near Dedrick’s right shoulder.
Perfect. He turned, and a zing of
lust shot through his balls.
A fairy with dark auburn hair stood
behind him. Her sea-green eyes held a teasing glint, and a come-hither smile
welcomed him closer. He dropped his gaze and scanned her lush body. The small
swell of her breasts barely rose above the thin gossamer fabric of her top,
teasing him with glimpses of her peaking nipples.
He lowered his eyes to keep her from
noticing the hunger pulsing through his blood. The curvy dip of her waist led
to the wide flare of her skirt, which fell smoothly over her hips and ended at
the top of her creamy thighs. Long silky legs robbed his brain of coherent
thought—other than having them wrapped around his waist. His cock twitched.
“Always wondered if it could be
done.” The lady glided to the counter, and Mel handed her the same chocolate
concoction.
“Some say there’s no better sex.” Mel
picked up his rag and walked down the length of the bar to another customer.
Dedrick wrapped his hands around his
drink to keep from grabbing the sexy fairy and pulling her into his arms.
Pictures flashed in his head—his hands around her waist, her nipples in his
mouth, his cock deep inside her pussy. He groaned. “Sounds like an adventure we
should try.”
He lifted his shell and gulped down a
swallow. The warm, rich ambrosia caressed his taste buds and ignited images of
sipping a woman’s pussy. The heady kick intensified the nervous excitement over
the possibility of finally relieving the ache in his cock.
“My name is Chloe.” The lady lifted
her drink as if in toast. “Let’s drink to us both enjoying the experience.”
More about Anita Philmar
Anita likes to
create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she
wants her readers to see the world in a new way.
Influenced by
sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and
where erotic moments come to life in a great read.
Naughty or Nice?
Read her books and
decide.
Website: http://www.anitaphilmar.com/
Email:
anitaphilmar@yahoo.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/anitaphilmar
Other Books by Anita
Amazon Page: https://www.amazon.com/Anita-Philmar/e/B002BMBE8C
Black
Dragon’s Blood – a super human race/ off-world suspense
Black
Dragon’s Moon – a super human race/ off-world suspense
Black
Dragon’s Heart– a super human race/ off-world suspense
Other Stories
Hog-Tied
and Branded – contemporary western
Naked
Rebel – off-world adventure
Hot
Wired – futuristic erotic suspense
Banished – Three Erotic Stories(shapeshifters) boxset
Banished Hero
Banished Scoundrel
Banished Witch
Historical Western series – Naked Bluff, Texas
In Deep Water – Skinny-dipping to cool off in the
Trinity River couldn’t cause any problem...could it?
In
Too Deep – The peace of the day is shattered when her best friend steps too far
into the Trinity River.
Deputy’s Bride - Can Sadie have a new life or will her old one rear its
ugly head? http://www.amazon.com/Deputys-Bride-Threesome-Historical-Western-ebook/dp/B00NUTJ5N6
More Than Ready – Can a
determined woman win her heart’s desire?
A Cowboy’s Pleasure – The kind of job every
cowboy would like to have.
A Cowboy’s Passion – Can two men not only find
her decease husband killer and satisfy all her needs?
McKee’s Ghost – Two sweet stories about a
protective ghost.
Other Historical Western – Texas Passion – A girl determine to get her man no matter the cost.
http://www.amazon.com/Texas-Passion-ebook/dp/B0056B5STQ
Novels –
Hot Wired – futurist sexual adventure with a new
devotion operation
A Warrior in Me – how DNA might give away more
about our future than we realize.
February 26, 2019
Kryssie Fortune returns with a sizzling erotic paranormal read! TAKEN AS THEIRS is an MFM romance sure to please fans of the werewolf genre.
They’d buy her, free her, and
persuade her to have werewolf babies.
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Publishers Blurb
As a breeder--one of the few
fertile women left in a ruined, plague-ravaged world--Cassie would fetch a
handsome price at auction, and selling her to the highest bidder was exactly
what her captors had in mind... until two fearsome beasts decided to take her
for themselves.
Eli and Dane have chosen Cassie for their mate, and when she makes a foolish attempt at escape she quickly ends up tearfully promising obedience as her bare bottom is soundly and shamefully punished. Her body's response to their stern dominance cannot be denied, however, and it isn't long before she is screaming out her intense, helpless pleasure as she is roughly and thoroughly claimed. But will Eli and Dane's pack accept a human girl or will Cassie be an outsider forever?
Publisher's Note: Taken as Theirs includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Eli and Dane have chosen Cassie for their mate, and when she makes a foolish attempt at escape she quickly ends up tearfully promising obedience as her bare bottom is soundly and shamefully punished. Her body's response to their stern dominance cannot be denied, however, and it isn't long before she is screaming out her intense, helpless pleasure as she is roughly and thoroughly claimed. But will Eli and Dane's pack accept a human girl or will Cassie be an outsider forever?
Publisher's Note: Taken as Theirs includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Excerpt
Goosebumps covered
Cassie’s flesh. Tingles raced between her legs, tiny electric sparks that
warmed her blood. One kind word and her good intentions would crumble—just like
her sisters’ chance of freedom if she told this drop-dead gorgeous pair about
them.
What with the vampire
auction and that nightmare descent of the cliff, she couldn’t take much more.
Cassie had been a fool to think she could escape. Completely drained, she was
at the werewolves’ mercy
Her imagination worked
overtime. Wolves were pack animals. Suppose they decided to share her around
the crew? The vampires certainly would have, and she didn’t expect werewolves
to behave any better.
She cowered when Eli
pulled a knife, but he sawed through the wet rope binding her to his brother.
Her legs folded, and only Dane’s strong grip kept her upright. Sheaving his
knife, Eli swept her into his arms.
He gave her his best
Pepsodent-white smile. “Foolish little princess, so eager to return to the
vampires who will abuse you. You’re safe here, despite the unconventional start
to our friendship.”
Like a half-drowned
kitten, she dripped water onto his trousers. He smelled of summer breezes and
crops ripening in the fields. So cold her teeth had stopped chattering, she let
go of her fears and let Eli take charge. Heat flowed from his chest to hers,
but it wasn’t enough. She felt like an ice cube lost at the back of a freezer.
He carried her through
a narrow galley, and into the captain’s cabin. She’d expected twin bunks and a
tiny space. Instead, this room reminded her of Nelson’s cabin on the HMS
Victory. The back wall consisted of window panes, giving her a view of the
distant cliffs. The view fascinated and delighted her but the cabin’s
four-poster bed terrified her. It covered more than half the room and had
enough room for three if not four.
Dane pulled towels from
a trunk then tossed her one of his brother’s jumpers. “Get dry, princess then
get into bed and warm up. We’re going to lock you in while we get underway in
earnest, but we’ll be back with hot stew and a hot coffee soon.”
After living on half
rations for a week, her mouth watered at the thought of a decent meal. That
these dominant werewolves cared for her welfare stunned her. Then they offered
her a coffee. Utter luxury.
Emotions set in, and
tears filled her eyes. She broke into a cold sweat that turned her forehead
clammy. She’d never felt so weary in her life—not even when she’d swum marathons.
Dane lifted her chin
and gazed into her eyes. “Don’t cry, little human. You’re safe now.”
The intensity in his
gaze felt like a shot of energy for her soul. It made her feel hot and tingly
inside. She craved his touch, and maybe his kiss. A fresh set of shivers beset
her. This time, they were more about her forbidden attraction for the
werewolves than the cold.
About Kryssie Fortune
Kryssie lives by the
beach and loses track of time when she writes. Her days are full of dashing
regency rakes, former soldiers so handsome they make her drool, and the sexiest
werewolves ever. The odd vampire makes it in there too, but when he does, he’s
drop dead gorgeous.
Her pet hates are
unhappy endings and cliff hangers. She guarantees you won’t find either in her
books. Her books sizzle with sensual heat, but story always comes before sex. Even
when part of a series, her books can be read as stand-alone romance.
Kryssie Fortune Social Media
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Goodreads http://bit.ly/2kxqabJ
Amazon Author Page http://amzn.to/2hA0ZVO
February 18, 2019
It's always a pleasure to feature a new-to-me author and Sierra Brave's newest title, Bridling Lucy is sure to draw fans of both domestic discipline and shifter romances!
A Spirited Girl. A
Reluctant Dom. Fated Mates.
Bridling Lucy by Sierra Brave
Published
by Passion’s Paramour Press
Horse Mountain Shifters Book #3
Release
Date: January 11, 2019
Genre:
Adult, Romance, Paranormal, Spanking
BLURB
Stubborn, prideful and
self-disciplined, Chance Locklear believes his way is always right, and he
doesn’t like hiccups is in his strict routine so when the matriarch of his
equine-shifter clan saddles him with a spoiled, twenty-one-year-old brat from
out-of-town, he’s none too pleased.
While growing up as a member of a
rogue-shifter clan, Lucy Tate didn't have the luxury of an easy or predictable
life, but she's learned to live with her parent’s self-centered behavior causing
problems for her or leaving her in the lurch. When her step-father’s latest
hijinks force her to abandon her job as a blackjack dealer and skip town, she
resents having to live with a stranger and work as a maid while hiding out. To
make matters worse, she’s been placed in the care of an arrogant but sexy game
warden/werehorse who demands her respect.
The first time Chance pulled her
over his lap for a spanking, she was shocked and angry, but her body reacted to
his touch in a completely different way. Just as the two begin to give into
their shared attraction and admit they are fated mates, outside forces show up
to pull them apart. Will destiny, love, and amazing sex be enough to save their
relationship?
Warning: Bridling Lucy is a smoking
hot, stand-alone romance with graphic sexual language. If you are offended by
corporal punishment/adult discipline or sizzling, put-you-in-the-moment love
scenes, you might want to look for another book. (BBW +Sexy Shifter)
EXCERPT:
Lucy sat with her arms folded across her
chest and her bottom lip poking out as she stared out the passenger-side
window. Despite her sour mood, Horse Mountain’s rustic scenery enchanted
her—beautiful cabins, both big and small, grassy pastures, and lush evergreens
abounded for as far as the eye could see. This
would be a nice place for a vacation if I wasn’t practically being kidnapped.
She shook her head as she tried to fathom how she’d been uprooted from her
comfortable life by no fault of her own. Mama
might as well be carting me off to prison. She licked her bottom lip as she
pressed her forehead against the cool glass.
“Oh, come on now. It’s not as bad as all
that?” Dory Crane continued driving.
“As all what?” She kept her attention on
the greenery. If she saw her mother’s face, her anger might transform into
sadness and she didn’t want to cry.
Her mom huffed. “You with the silent treatment
up here and the refusal to so much as meet my gaze.”
Lucy’s nostrils flared. “You’re lucky I’m
too old for an Amber Alert. How am I supposed to react when you’re sending me
off to the middle of nowhere to stay with some strange old woman I’ve never
even met?”
“She’s a family friend. Her daughter and I
attended finishing school together.”
Lucy snorted. “I still can’t believe you
went.”
“In my day, all of the girls of our clan
were expected to go. It was a very big deal amongst the equine shifters.”
“And look how much it taught you. Did you
even graduate?” She practically spat her words.
“Your mama knows how to behave like a lady
when she needs to.”
“So this woman isn’t even kin?”
“No, but she is an equine shifter. One of
her sons was good friends with your birth father.”
She gasped, finally turning to look at her
mom. Her mother’s husband had raised her, and most of the time, Lucy claimed
him as her daddy, but she longed to know more about her biological father.
Trouble was her mama was always tight-lipped when it came to the subject. “My
dad? Does he live around here? Can I meet him?”
Dory shrugged. “Can we not talk about him?
Nothing you learn will make you happy.”
She locked her index fingers together
while pulling her hands close to her chest.
“I wonder if he looked for me.”
“He might have if he’d known about you,
but I was only three months along and not showing yet. Telling him would have
just complicated our separation and eventual divorce.”
Lucy’s jaw dropped and she fought not to
shed the tears welling up in her eyes. She pursed her lips and stared straight
ahead, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know how you could do such a horrible
thing.”
Dory frowned, knitting her eyebrows. “So
self-righteous! One of these days you’ll realize when it comes to our kind, the
head can’t always control the heart. Getting involved before finding your one
true mate is dangerous.”
Lucy opened her mouth as if she were
gagging and made a retching sound while pointing her finger toward the back of
her throat. “Please stop talking.”
“Excuse me? At least I’m not pushing you
into an arranged marriage the way my father did to me.”
“Sorry, but I don’t want to hear your
selfish reasons for running off with a gambling-addicted coyote shifter.”
“Hush your flapping lips. You know Craw
didn’t start playing the slots until after we left Mississippi.”
Lucy huffed. “You mean after we got run out of Biloxi because of your
low-rent fortune teller con jobs?” Her mom shot her a nasty look but didn’t
deny the accusation. Lucy held her left wrist with her right hand while shaking
her head. “Either way, I’m being forced to pay for someone else’s mistake. To
think your husband used to actually be a pretty good dad. Now, not so much.”
Her mama’s head jerked to the side as she
threw a furious look Lucy’s way, complete with narrowed eyes. “Stop testing my
patience, Lucy Abigail Tate.”
I
hit a nerve. Lucy
tried not to smirk. Her mama couldn’t tolerate any bad-mouthing of the love of
her life, regardless of how true the words rang. Crawford “Craw” Crane
continually proved himself to be a turd in the punch bowl, but her mama always
defended him and probably would continue to until her dying breath. “Why’d you
give me his name instead of Craw’s?”
Her mother pressed her lips together.
“Legally, I was still married to him when you were born so Tate was my last
name, but can we please drop the subject? Your daddy, Craw, the man who looked
after you like his own blood from the minute you were born—He loves you. He
thinks he’s doing right by you.” She shook her finger at Lucy. “I just don’t
agree. A girl needs to wait for the one.”
“The one,” Lucy mimicked while rolling her
eyes. “I still think this is crazy. It’s not like I couldn’t just flat out
refuse Grayson.”
“Hmm, I wonder if you’d be able to stand
strong if the patriarch got involved. Would you tell him no?” Without waiting
for Lucy to answer, Dory reached toward her. She flinched but relaxed as her
mother fingered a strand of her hair. “I like the color.”
She gritted her teeth, fresh anger filling
her gut as she recalled her mom forcing a bleach job on her in a crappy hotel
room about midway through the trip. “I miss my red.” She jerked her head away
from her mother’s touch.
“If Craw or any of the Vegas-clan tries to
find you, they’ll be looking for a ginger,
not a towhead.”
Vegas-clan…Lucy let the words scratch at
her brain. When she was younger, she hadn’t realized a bunch of different types
of weres joining a clan under a “Boss” patriarch was weird. Now she understood
most clans were matriarchal, and Mr. Black’s operation was similar to organized
crime groups with their Godfathers.
Her mom pulled up in the driveway of a
lovely one-story cabin surrounded by tall trees before turning off the engine.
“Now you mind Ms. Banks. Do whatever chores you’re assigned.”
“I’m not afraid of hard work though I
guess my real job will be filled by
the time I return home…that is if I don’t die out here in Hickville, USA.”
“You shouldn’t say such things, sweetie.
Mama’s going to get everything fixed up.” Her mother patted her arm, but Lucy
yanked away from her. “I’ll get your daddy straight and find another way to
settle his debt, but you better not go talking any trash about him.” All the
tenderness of her touch seemed to have faded as she wagged her finger again. “I
can’t have any of my old clan, particularly my kin or some of the nosey
strumpets I graduated high school with, getting any word of Craw’s misstep.
Stick to the story. You hear me?”
Lucy’s blood boiled. “So it’s alright for
a bunch of people you haven’t said a single word to in years to think your
daughter’s some kind of out-of-control hoodlum as long as they don’t find out
the truth about your crappy husband?”
Dory pointed her boney finger at her
again, shaking it about an inch from Lucy’s face. “I asked if you heard me,
girl.”
“I got it.” The corners of Lucy’s mouth
turned down and her shoulders drooped as she huffed.
“Good.”
“With any luck, I’ll get the money from my
daddy, and you’ll be home in no time.”
Lucy’s eyes widened and she nearly snapped
her neck while jerking her head around to look at her mother’s face. “My
granddaddy? Can I meet him?”
Her mom’s eyes rounded and she smirked.
“Depends on if he’ll give me the money.”
She tightened her closed lips, squinting
slightly. “So you’ll ransom a visit from me?”
Her mom smiled. “Whatever it takes.”
AUTHOR BIO
Sierra Brave is a multi-published
author of smoking hot romance. She writes across genres, dabbling in a little
bit of everything, including ménage and BDSM. Her love of erotic fiction
started in her last year of high school when she first read the sensual
classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her
copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same
delicious effect on her readers.
AUTHOR’S LINKS
Website: http://sierrabrave.rocks/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/BraveSierra
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sierrabraveauthor/
January 28, 2019
Alyssa Bailey has a new domestic discipline erotic romance-a definite pleaser for fans of erotic spanking discipline! IN PURSUIT OF MOLLY begins the series and Molly and Cian's love story.
“I spank for naughty.”
Blurb:
Molly Rasher
had been obsessed with Cián O’Connor from the day she met the preoccupied
veterinarian student. She was still dreaming of his toned body and serious
demeanor when she finished college but he had only nodded and smiled in
passing. With no further contact, it seemed her sexy dreams would have to find
another star, until he walked into the clinic’s front door, reigniting her
passions.
Cián was
more than half-way through his training to be a veterinarian. Finally, he could
afford to pursue his angel. Molly’s endearing, shy smile had tantalized him for
almost two years and now the opportunity to be with her fell into his lap, he
was going to grab it with both hands. He prayed she was ready for him because
he’d learned if you wanted something bad enough, you held on tight until you
got it. No matter the cost.
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Excerpt
His friend
nodded in the direction of the door. “That one is pretty and looks like she’s
over her head. I should go help her get comfortable.”
“Nope.
Sorry, but that naughty woman is mine. She knows not to come here alone. She’s
innocent in the ways of this type of club.”
“Ah, so
that’s who you were waiting for. I wondered if you were going to hold up the
bar all night. Well, Ken’s moving in over there, you’d better snag her fast.”
Cián
finished his sparkling water and got up. Striding towards Molly, he saw one of
her girlfriends trying to entice her to enter further. He’d made it to within
an arm’s length of Molly when her friend, Karen, spied him. His look of
disapproval stopped all words flowing from her mouth. She stared like a deer in
headlights for a split second before turning on her heels and walking back to
the others.
“You’ve been
naughty all week, leanbh. You know how I deal with naughty.”
Cián grinned
at the shiver that ran through her body and then the shocked look Molly gave
him. She opened her mouth several times to speak but closed it each time.
“What is the
rule about clubs like this one?” Molly dropped her head but Cián wouldn’t allow
it to stay there. “You know it and I know it. You should not be here alone.”
“I’m not…
well, you weren’t around, and I was asked to go.”
“Molly, you
chose not to call me and ask for an escort. You’ve been out of control all week
trying to get my attention because you’re irritated over the spanking. Now you
have my attention and have earned another one.” His words came from deep in his
chest causing it to rumble. “And if you’re honest, you’d admit at least to
yourself, that you were trying to earn another one. You wanted to see if I was
for real, if this was something I played at or followed through on.”
“That’s
ridiculous and pretty self-centered if you ask me.”
“We’ll see.
Now that you’re here, if you want me to show you around and help you get an
understanding of what playing here is like, I will. If you prefer to go back to
my place, we can get the matter of your spanking out of the way.”
“I’m not
going to your apartment and you aren’t spanking me.” Her indignant words ended
in a whisper and ever pinkening cheeks.
“You want it
here? I can promise you, no one will care.”
“Oh God
Cián, please, not here.” Her face and neck were now red.
Author Bio-Alyssa Bailey
USA Today best-selling author, Alyssa
Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast
Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the rainforest on the mountains; the
mountains touch the ocean, and the
wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are
wedged in where allowed and are properly
thankful for the privilege.
Alyssa loves writing romance for the
naughty in all of us. She writes power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not
afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but
Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices.
If she can throw a little mystery,
humor, and suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters
predominately live in Regency England, Ireland, and Scotland amongst lords and
ladies, in the Contemporary Realm amongst men and women of the world, and of
course, hard-working Cowboys and fiercely romantic Native Americans.
Author Links
You can find Alyssa online:
Twitter: @blushingalyssa
Blog/web page: http://alyssabailey.com/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/Alyssa_Bailey
Author’s
Other Works
Lords and Little Ladies Series:
Lord
Thayer’s Choice (Book 1)
The Black Laird Demands (book 3)
Safe and Secure Series:
Clearwater Ranch Series
Lone Wind Series:
Chase Abbey Series:
The O'Connor Series:
Liam & Jocelyn's Story
Ciaran and Katherine's Story
Quinlan and Cheyenne's Story
Kelli and
Parker’s Story
Anthologies
Misc.
January 21, 2019
PK Corey returns with a peek into her new release, RETURNING TO US. Enjoy this domestic discipline romance!
The
pain of a spanking is nothing compared to the feeling that no one cares enough
to take you in hand.
Blurb
After thirty-five years, Susan thought her marriage was
over the morning after their last child's wedding. Hal, her husband, said he
needed to talk about something important. She knew it couldn’t be good. They
rarely even spoke anymore. In the beginning they’d been so close, so
passionate. Practicing domestic discipline had been a wonderful part of their
lives—sometimes.
But over the years it had all drifted away, even when Susan
asked for what she needed. He would occasionally give her a mild, sexy
spanking, but the real discipline she craved was a thing of the past. Now, Hal
suddenly wanted to talk about moving to Colorado to live in Corbin's Bend, a
community where spanking was not only accepted, but encouraged. Could this
bring back the closeness and passion they’d once had? Could Susan trust that
this time Hal would truly step up?
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Hal guided her over his knees and began spanking. It felt
delicious! His spanks weren’t so very hard, but they fully reignited the burn
left by the paddle. Susan was squirming. When Hal dipped his finger into her
moist center, she nearly came off his lap.
“That’s what I suspected,” he said sternly. “You are in trouble for
blatant disrespect and you’re acting like you’re planning on some sexual
adventure. You’d better plan on holding back and behaving yourself. If you
come, I’m going to have to take my belt to you.”
This was pure playacting and
Susan knew it. Hal used this tactic on rare occasions and only while
roleplaying. Susan had no idea why this was such a hot button for her. It
didn’t matter. These words, these threats released powerful emotions in her
like nothing else. And Hal well knew it.
Standing her up, he removed
the rest of her clothes. Hal laid her on the bed. “Just because you’re being
punished, there is no reason I can’t have my fun.”
Susan watched as Hal removed
his clothes. Her body felt like a taut violin string. She was ready to come at
his first touch. But again, in a deep voice Hal warned her, “You’d better keep
tight control, or I’ll make that belt sing.”
Susan was panting. If he said
one more word, she was going to come without so much as a touch. She was
fighting to hold off as long as she could. She arched up to capture him as he
hovered over her. He half turned her over and delivered several sharp spanks.
“Now, now, none of that,” he
told her.
Susan thought she’d lost her
fight for control as he gently sucked on one nipple and then the other. Sitting
up, he caressed her body, her belly and her hips and thighs, never touching
where she needed him the most.
Hal lowered his head and
kissed her mons. He slid his tongue down and flicked it rapidly on her hardened
bud. Giving in completely, Susan felt an orgasm like no other she’d ever
experienced surge through her. She gushed as Hal continued his ministering with
his tongue. She rode the wave higher and higher, beating her fists on the bed
and bucking with abandon.
As Susan slowly came back to
herself, the only thing she was aware of was her body. The time, the day, her
name... were all in a vague space of not caring. She was his, was the
only coherent thought floating through her mind.
Author Bio
After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just
fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married
for thirty-five-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique
experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent
editor when he’s pressed into service.
I’ve been
intrigued by
spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this
nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a
little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own
stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them
down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love
between them and their men takes top priority.
My Cassie’s
Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite
loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even
if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all
they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My new series, Cal’s
Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different
backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.
I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and
hearing from my readers. You can contact me at pk.corey@yahoo.com
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January 7, 2019
A new release from Ashe Barker to start my guest list for 2019! Check out her hot Viking romance, HER CELTIC MASTERS today!
Two fierce Celtic Warriors with a thirst for
vengeance, and the proud Viking lady with the strength to submit.
Blurb:
Left penniless and without a home by a sudden,
tragic turn of events, twenty-year-old Kristin Lofnsdottir plans to start a new
life as a seafaring trader. If she is going to have any chance at surviving,
however, let alone succeeding, she'll need money and capable men to protect
her. A partnership with a pair of Celts offers both, but Kristin quickly
realizes that the arrangement will mean sharing much more than just her
profits. The two stern, handsome brothers intend to make her theirs, demanding
obedience, punishing defiance, and mastering her beautiful body together.
Though Nyle and Bowdyn have been given plenty of reason to hate Vikings over the years, conquering the feisty, headstrong Kristin proves even more satisfying than they had anticipated. As they claim her ever more thoroughly and shamefully, her need for them only grows more intense, but can they be firm enough to tame her recklessness before it puts them all in danger?
Publisher's Note: Her Celtic Masters is a stand-alone sequel to Conquered by the Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Though Nyle and Bowdyn have been given plenty of reason to hate Vikings over the years, conquering the feisty, headstrong Kristin proves even more satisfying than they had anticipated. As they claim her ever more thoroughly and shamefully, her need for them only grows more intense, but can they be firm enough to tame her recklessness before it puts them all in danger?
Publisher's Note: Her Celtic Masters is a stand-alone sequel to Conquered by the Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Author Synopsis:
Ripped from their home in a brutal Viking raid,
their family murdered before their eyes, Nyle and Bowdyn, sons of Connell of
Cynwrig have every reason to loathe their cruel captors. Miraculously, they
both survive their ordeal at the hands of the vicious Norsemen who enslave
them, to be reunited as free men.
Recently widowed and fiercely independent,
Kristin Lofnsdottir is determined to forge her own path in a world ruled by
men. Confused and dismayed by her attraction to the handsome but enigmatic
Celtic warriors, when they make her an outrageous offer, she can’t refuse them.
Nyle and Bowdyn swear to protect their Viking
lady and she adores her Celtic masters. Together they prosper and start to
rebuild their shattered lives. But the wrongs of the past must be avenged. Will
the burning need for vengeance destroy their fragile happiness and that of
those around them?
Fast-Paced and with compelling characters, set
in the turbulent and sensual world of the Vikings, if you loved Conquered by
the Viking by Ashe Barker, you won’t want to miss this thrilling sequel. Her
Celtic Masters, the second book in Ashe Barkers Viking Duet, continues the
erotic saga, bringing this haunting and dramatic Viking romance to an
unexpected climax.
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Excerpt – X-rated!
“Open your legs, little Viking.” The command was softly spoken, yet
firm. Nyle expected her to obey.
So, she did. She planted her feet on the mattress between Nyle’s long
legs and parted her knees.
Bowdyn chuckled. “A tolerable effort, but we can do better.” He took her
left ankle and lifted it over Nyle’s leg then set it down on the outside of his
brother’s thigh. He repeated the action with her other ankle, then set his
hands at her waist to ease her further up Nyle’s body. Thus positioned, Nyle
had ample access to her breasts. He could toy with her, torture her nipples as
he pleased, whilst at the same time her thighs were spread wide for his
brother. “Ah, yes,” Bowdyn confirmed, “much better.”
“Is she wet?” enquired Nyle pleasantly enough.
Bowdyn drew the flat of his palm between her legs, pausing to part the
lips of her pussy as though to particularly examine that spot, then rubbed the
heel of his hand on the sensitive nubbin at the front.
Kristin stifled a squeal. She knew of that place, had discovered it for
herself whilst bathing, but no hand apart from hers had ever ventured there.
Baldvin Ryggiason had shown not the slightest interest in exploring his bride’s
more sensual desires. Until these last few minutes she, herself, had been
largely unaware such urges existed. Certainly, the powerful nature of her own
arousal had been a mystery to her. These Celts were a revelation indeed.
“Yes, she is wet.” Bowdyn raised his hand to show his brother.
“Did I not tell you it would be so? It takes but a gentle tug on her
nipples,” Nyle paused to squeeze and twist again by way of demonstration, “and
she gushes like a waterfall. I believe the staid, proper, and very stern
Kristin Lofnsdottir is nothing more than a wanton at heart. Is this not so,
little Viking?”
Wanton? The
very word sent her senses reeling. Could he be right? Oh, she most sincerely
hoped so though the words became lodged in her throat. She could not answer.
She could only feel.
“Open the lips of her cunny and put your fingers inside her. I believe this
is what she would like. Am I right, my Viking?”
Freya, help me… The silent plea went unanswered. Kristin had to shift for herself in
this matter. So, she did. She nodded.
“There, it is as I thought. But be gentle, brother. I get the impression
our Viking is unaccustomed to such treatment.”
Kristin could have blessed Nyle for his perceptiveness. It was as though
he had somehow crawled into her mind and knew all her secrets, her desires as
well as her fears.
Her brief interlude of clarity and coherence shattered the moment Bowdyn
spread her nether lips with his fingers and inserted one long digit into her
tight channel. She expected to flinch, to hurt. Her previous experience of this
act, though infrequent, had been sufficient for her to know she found it
uncomfortable, painful even. And oddly disappointing.
All those doubts and uncertainties were swept aside in the surge of
pleasure that threatened to engulf her. Bowdyn withdrew his finger then drove
it deep again, harder this time, faster.
“If this hurts, you may tell us,” whispered Nyle.
“It… it does not hurt,” she managed. “Oh. Oh!”
Bowdyn increased the speed of his thrusts and added a second finger. The
friction was unbearably sweet yet still not enough. Kristin squeezed her inner
walls around his long digits and circled her hips.
“I believe our Viking is rather enjoying this. Is that not also correct,
Kristin?”
Must she answer? Could she? Was she truly enjoying what was happening to
her or was it some other compulsion that drove her to thrust her hips forward
and consider begging for more?
More about Ashe Barker
USA Today best-selling author Ashe
Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other
genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good
excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.
Ashe tends to draw on her own
experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An
incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any
of these can spark a story idea.
Ashe lives in the North of England,
on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole
dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often
these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her
teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.
At the last count Ashe had over forty
titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and
several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the
changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes
explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex.
Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling
plots, so that’s what she writes too.
Ashe has a pile of story ideas still
to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments,
so you can expect to see a lot more from her.
Ashe loves to hear from readers. Here are her social media links:
Or you can email her direct on ashe.barker1@gmail.com
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