Tamed (Dark Necessities, book 2) by Felicity Brandon

Tamed, book 2 in Felicity Brandon’s Dark Necessities trilogy, is a good read that ‘sends thrills down your spine and keeps you awake at night’ (Amazon reviewer, Donna L). After previewing book Taken, book 1 in the series last week, this is no surprise!

He took her, he caged her, but can he truly tame her?

Blurb:

Lost in the woods, author Molly Clary is running for her life. After being trapped in the torrid dark world of Connor Reilly, Molly has made a desperate escape from the tantalizing torment, but little does she know what fate awaits her.
Connor is both a man and a monster, and in the depths of his depravity, something scintillating will bloom between them. Molly finds that she is falling for the sadist, a dangerous attraction that will take her right to the brink.
So, now it's Molly's choice. Can she manage the monster in order to lure the love of the man? A man who has already demonstrated just how cruel his sadistic streak can be? And when the truth is finally revealed, Molly will need to decide. Where do her true loyalties lie?

Disclaimer: Tamed contains a kidnapping, confinement, spankings, bondage and discipline along with other sexual activities. These are fantasies only, intended for adults. Strong stuff but worth it. If such subjects offend you, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Strapped down to the spanking bench, Molly’s legs were splayed wider than she expected, and her hips were raised by a pile of strategically placed blankets against the leather. She didn’t counter or even try to resist him. What would be the point? She was chained and helpless. Connor was physically stronger than her, and now that he was back in his own domain, he seemed larger than life again. There was no hope of getting away, and that meant taking whatever punishment he was about to dish out.
“I spent the entire drive here contemplating how best to punish you, pet.”
Connor’s voice jarred her from her miserable musings, and she turned her head toward it. He was stood there, dressed only in black jogging pants. His lean, muscular torso was on display for her to see, concealed only by his strong arms which were folded in front of his chest.
“Of course, I can spank you,” he went on. “I can paddle that delicious backside of yours to within an inch of your life, but I want more than that. I need it. I need to make sure you know what will happen when you defy me.”
Molly panted around the gag. Somehow, the thing hadn’t seemed so bad on the way home, but then she had slept through the whole thing. Now though, her jaw was aching already, and it had only been back in place for a few minutes. Her eyes locked with Connor’s, his resolve evident from just the briefest of connections. He was clearly telling her the truth. Whatever penance was to come, he had obviously spent a lot of time considering it. The thought was not reassuring.
“As such,” Connor continued. “I have concluded that your punishment should not just be about pain. It should be about pleasure too, or in fact, your complete lack of it.”
He shifted from his place beside her, stalking to one of the walls in front of her face. Molly strained her head to see what he was doing, her neck screaming at the contorted angle. Ignoring its plea, she caught sight of him collecting a few items. One was an ominous-looking wooden paddle, and another looked like some type of large, industrial vibrator. There was something else, too, but she lost sight of it as he passed by the side of her head.
Her face fell back to the leather, confusion shrouding her mind. Why did he need a vibrator? Was he going to torture her with orgasms? The thought sounded tantalizing, although if she knew anything about Connor, then she knew it wouldn’t be that easy. He’d already implied there would be no pleasure, so…
Thwack!
She pulled hard against the straps at her ankles and wrists. He’d hit her! The son of a bitch had hit her while she’d been thinking. She twisted her face right to try and catch sight of him, but all she could make out was his silhouette in her peripheral vision.
“First, we warm up this sweet behind,” he declared.
Molly saw the paddle rise into the air, her body tensing as he sent it to crash back against her ass again. Shrieking through the gag, Molly struggled again, her breaths coming out in short pants.
“Suck it up, pet,” he sneered as he landed the third swat. “Or let me put this in a way an American will understand. Your ass is quite literally mine. Mine to strike, mine to taunt, mine to fuck, and now I have it right back here where it belongs.”

The Dark Necessities trilogy continues in the twisted pages of the heart-stopping finale, Entwined (due January 2019).

More about Felicity Brandon:

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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Taken by Felicity Brandon

How dark do you like a story to be? Felicity Brandon is here this week with her latest book, Taken, book 1 in the Dark Necessities trilogy. The verdict is unanimous: this story takes you to the thrilling far side of the moon.

One obsessed fan. One captive author.

Blurb:
Lost on the streets of a foreign city, author Molly Clary is attacked after a book signing. An unknown hero steps in to protect her, but her relief turns to terror when her savior’s true intentions are revealed. 
Connor Reilly doesn’t just want to save her. He wants to take her for himself.
Now Molly’s fighting, not just for her life, but for the essence of who she truly is. If she’s going to survive in Connor’s dark new world, she’ll have to learn to play his base games. But if Molly plays, what will it cost her? Can a monster ever really learn to love, or will his need to dominate destroy them both?
If you enjoyed the debauched desire of the Twist Me series, then you’ll devour Felicity Brandon’s edgy new trilogy.
Disclaimer: Taken contains spankings, kidnapping, bondage and discipline and other sexual activities. These are fantasies only, intended for adults. Strong stuff but worth it. If such subjects offend you, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:
“Are you going to run, Molly?” His voice was calm, and almost amused as it questioned her.
She shifted her gaze to follow the sound of his voice, her face no doubt portraying her anxiety on the subject. “No,” she lied, her tone breathless.
“No?” he repeated back to her as he stepped forward out of the black shadows of the furthest corner. His right brow arched in the tantalizing way it did when he knew he was onto a winner.
“No,” she confirmed, shaking her head for good measure.
He moved toward her laughing. “You could run, you know,” he went on, his gaze intense as his tall body loomed over her.
Molly blinked up at her captor. Free of her binds at last, she felt bolstered and no longer wanted to call him Master. She could never allow a monster like Connor to master her. “What?”
“You could run,” he affirmed. “If you wanted to? Your stories have always had an element of the cat and mouse about them, haven’t they, pet? I know you’d enjoy that, and if you didn’t already know, I love the thrill of the chase.”
Adrenaline spiked in her body as he spoke. Was he giving her permission to flee from him? Is that why he’d removed the chains? Was this just the latest game he wanted to play?
“Yes,” he answered her, although she was certain she hadn’t spoken the words out loud. “You can run, Molly, but you know if you run, I’m going to chase you, and you know I’m going to catch you.”
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she sat up straight beside him, pinning her wide-eyed gaze onto his. “Why are you saying this?” she mumbled. And how do you know all of this?
His smile widened, and he pulled up a box from nearby, seating himself beside her. “After all this time, pet,” he purred. “Don’t you think I know you by now? I knew you before we’d even met. I know what you’re thinking, Molly. You are quite literally an open book to me.”
She flushed, her head falling forward as though the admission was shameful. She was ashamed, because he was right. He did seem to know her. He knew what she was going to be thinking, what she wanted, and just how to control her. It was freaking infuriating.
“Look at me.” His voice was sterner, having taken on some of the quality which made the knot of anxious energy in her belly tighten. She complied, not wanting to rile the beast in him. Their eyes met, his mesmerizing green orbs utterly compelling. His hand came slowly to her face. Molly flinched out of instinct, but relaxed when he began to caress the side of her face with calm, gentle strokes. “This is your story, pet,” he mused. “Our story. If you want to run, then I am not going to stop you.”
“But you will chase me?” she whispered, her fear furling as simmering arousal at his touch began to flood her system. She knew she shouldn’t crave him, but she found herself leaning into the warmth of his hand. It was like a reflex. Despite the fact this was the same hand that had captured, and tormented her, it was also the hand that had rescued and comforted her – and pleasured her.
Connor’s chuckle resonated deeply inside of Molly’s body. “Of course,” he answered, his fingers tightening in her long dark hair. “I will chase you because you’re mine, pet. You belong to me now, we both know that, don’t we?” He hesitated as though he expected her to speak, but she merely blinked at him. Too terrified to respond. Too afraid of what her answer might be. “Molly?”
The sound of her name made her lips part. It was intimate, fanning the flames of her burgeoning need. “Yes, Master?” she said, her voice barely audible as she confessed the truth.
For a moment they just stared at one another, the admission lingering in the dank air around them.
“But that’s not the only reason I’d chase you,” he went on eventually. “I’d chase you because it’s what you want, Molly, isn’t it?”

The Dark Necessities trilogy continues in the twisted pages of Tamed, released December, 2018, and concludes in the heart-stopping finale, Entwined (due January 2019).

More about Felicity Brandon:

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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Merry Christmas from me to you!

I hope you’ve picked up your free copy of Festive Fire by now. It’s not too late - grab it here: https://claims.prolificworks.com/free/1v99PGtv

Are you looking for the answers to the questions on my latest newsletter?

Read on:

Before being tied up with Christmas, what was Yule?

A pagan midwinter festival

It was celebrated by Germanic peoples and was connected to Norse mythology. With Odin being the Yule Father who led the Wild Hunt across the sky. Yuletide is about two months long and falls roughly mid-November to early January. In the middle of Yuletide is Yule.

As a fun side note, jolly most likely has its origins in Yule.

The French word for Christmas is Noel. What was its original Latin meaning?

Birth.

What was the original title of The Night Before Christmas?

A Visit from St. Nicholas

It was anonymously published in 1823. It has been attributed to, and claimed by, Clement Clarke Moore but there is some controversy as to whether he actually wrote it.

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Caress of Fire by Mary Auclair

Right in time for Christmas! Mary Auclair’s latest book, Caress of Fire, (Dawn of Dragons, book 2) has just been released.

You are mine, Marielle Jansen. You don't know it yet, but you are mine.

Blurb: With her brother in debt to the biggest crime lord of the slums, Marielle does the only thing she can to save him. She takes the debt on herself. But the only way she can repay it is to be claimed as mate by a Draekon Lord and deliver him an heir.
She has no intention of following through with the deal and plans to escape as soon as she's received payment. But when Lord Aymond Haal is found dead, Marielle is accused of his murder. Salvation comes in the unlikely form of Fedryc, son of Lord Aymond and the new High Lord.
In the harsh desert landscape, Marielle becomes Lord Fedryc's mate and finds pleasures she never suspected could exist.  As Marielle navigates the dangerous world of the Draekons and tries to rescue her brother, an enemy lurks in the shadows; a dark force bent on the destruction of all that she holds dear.
But can a human woman trust an all-powerful Draekon Lord? And will Lord Fedryc's love be enough to protect her?

Publishers’ Note: Caress of Fire is a sci-fi alien romance that has it all: dragons, passion and tension. It also contains explicit themes and is intended for adults only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating non-consensual sexual activity.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

He looked at her with barely contained violence, with a hunger that could consume them both. Every line of his body was taut with muscles, from his long legs to his athletic shoulders and the powerful arms that were wrapped in heavy leather. His leather pants bulged at the middle from his very impressive erection, a clear sign of his arousal and intent.

He radiated virile strength, all the way up to the expression on his face.

Her dress suddenly felt too tight for her breasts and a fine layer of sweat covered her brow despite the cold of the early morning. Fear coursed through her veins like some frozen fire, arousing and terrifying her at the same time.

Because she had never had a man before, and Fedryc was so overwhelmingly male.

With clean, efficient movements, he took off his leather jacket and silk shirt, leaving his torso nude for her eyes. The man was built like a statue, all muscles and honey-colored skin, with dark nipples that were almost chocolate in color.

Arousal awakened in Marielle’s belly despite the fear, and she swallowed past a suddenly dry throat.

Fedryc moved closer and as he neared, she could feel the heat of his skin, so surreal, so inhuman. It both scared her and made her feel strangely reassured.

“Take off your dress, Marielle.” Fedryc spoke softly, much more softly than she thought he would. “I want to see my Draekarra.”

She couldn’t speak, so she simply nodded. Her hands were trembling, but she reached up to the laces at the front of her bodice and slowly loosened them until she was able to pull the panels of her dress loose.

Her hands froze as she opened the bodice of her dress. She was breathing hard, and her mind was a flutter of fear and confusion. Her fingers became useless as she fumbled with the lace without success. She couldn’t do this.

More about Mary Auclair

Mary grew up in the quiet peace of a small rural village in the heart of Quebec, Canada.

She spent her childhood chasing butterflies and catching frogs, playing in the mud and generally being as unladylike as she could. Her love of science led her to complete a mechanical engineering degree at the Ecole Polytechnique of Montreal, where she met the love of her life.

Years later, as she enjoyed the role of full-time mom to her two wonderful children, she decided to pursue her dream of becoming a writer.

She now writes as much as her busy schedule allows to bring to life her inner world, filled with exotic planets, mysterious creatures and off course, hot, alpha heroes and the women who melt their hearts.

When she's not writing, she can be found in the garden, walking her dogs or playing with fire in her kitchen as a part time hit-or-miss chef.

 

Her Celtic Masters by Ashe Barker

Merry Christmas! If anyone knows can deliver a rollicking romance well told, Ashe Barker is that person. She’s here today with another exciting novel you won’t want to miss: Her Celtic Masters.

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.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

“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.

In Pursuit Of Molly by Alyssa Bailey

Alyssa Bailey has started a new series In Pursuit of Molly is book 1, Cián O’Connor.

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.
Disclaimer: This sweet romance is tended for mature readers. 18 and over only! It depicts domestic discipline including the spanking of adult women. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book

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Excerpt:
“If Cheyenne were to break their agreement, then Quinn could respond in a number of ways.” She opened her mouth to speak again and Cián held his hand up. “Hold on I’m not skirting the issue I’m just laying the foundation.”
Cián knew he had to put this in a way that she would not be worried about it or him. It wasn’t something he had intended to tell her now. There were times that he had the urge to get her attention but so far, he was able to redirect or get his point across without smacking her butt. But his woman was spoiled enough to eventually cross the line he couldn’t ignore. He had hoped that would be after they were engaged.
“He’d probably smack her butt.”
“You mean, he’d spank her? He’d spank her like she was a little girl who was just being defiant or breaking the rules? He’d spank his wife?”
It was obvious that Molly couldn’t get her brain around that concept. She wasn’t the only one. His own sister, Kelli, had had a difficult time with the fact that she’d grown up with spanking as a viable solution to defiance. Ma said she was the one who stayed out of trouble because just the threat of a spanking put her in hiding. Kelli had sworn she’d never marry or have a relationship with a man who held the same values as the men in her family. Now, if what he heard was the truth, Kelli would soon be engaged to Parker Jamison who subscribed to the same general methods as the rest of them to keep their sweethearts safe.
“Yes, sometimes the men in this family spank their wives. They don’t spank their children, but it’s something we believe in doing to our spouses. We find it stops most arguments and can be a great foreplay tool.”
Molly didn’t straighten up in her seat, and she drew her hand out from between his to cross her arms in front of her again. She showed the best rendition of a petulant woman that he’d seen in a while. He knew if he were any of his brothers, or if their relationship were further along, he’d be giving her a warning.
Cián paused his thinking for a moment. He wasn’t doing Molly or their relationship any favors if he but didn’t explain this very vital part of who he was. If he had hopes that she would fall madly in love with him, and he did, he owed it to Molly to be honest now, no matter the fallout.

More about 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. 


Connect with Alyssa Bailey:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alyssabailey.romance

Twitter: @blushingalyssa

Blog/web page:  http://alyssabailey.com/

Email: alyssabaileyromance@gmail.com

Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/Alyssa_Bailey

Other books by Alyssa Bailey:

Cowboy Welcome
Taming Texanna

Lords and Little Ladies Series:
Lord Thayer’s Choice (Book 1)
Lord Ashton Decides (Book 2)
The Black Laird Demands (book 3)

Safe and Secure Series:
Saving Sharlee (Book 1)

Clearwater Ranch Series
Piper's Plan (Book 1)

Lone Wind Series:
Reclaiming Clover (Book 1)

Chase Abbey Series:
Lord Barrington's Minx (Book 1)
Becoming Lady Barrington (Book 2)
Lady Caroline's Defiance (Book 3)
His Improper Lady (Book 4)

The O'Connor Series:
Liam & Jocelyn's Story
Her Sweet Complication, Liam O'Connor Book 1
Liam's Lessons, Liam O'Connor Book 2
Loving Liam, Liam O'Connor Book 3

Ciaran and Katherine's Story
His Gentle Persuasion, Ciaran O'Connor Book 1
Rancher's Creed, Ciaran O'Connor Book 2
Katie Consents, Ciaran O'Connor Book 3

Quinlan and Cheyenne's Story
Quinlan's Quest, Quinlan O'Connor Book 1
Accepting His Ways, Quinlan O'Connor Book 2
Her Balancing Act, Quinlan O'Connor Book 3

Kelli and Parker’s Story

Meeting Her Needs, Kelli O’Connor Book 1
Kissing Kelli, Kelli O’Connor Book 2
Keeping Kelli, Kelli O’Connor Book 3

Anthologies
Sweet Town Love
Historical Heroes
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Touch of Ice by Mary Auclair

Amazon reviewers call Mary Auclair’s Touch of Ice “an intense, interesting book” and say it has “great depth in characters, world building, and story weaving.”

Blurb:

When Endora is faced with her daughter’s terminal illness, she takes the only chance she’s got. She braves the potential risks and signs a mating contract with the Delradon Draekon Lords, intent on using the payment to buy the aliens’ cure to save her daughter’s life.
Lord Aldric Darragon rules over his land with an iron fist until one day the only woman who is genetically compatible with him agrees to his offer of mating. As his all-consuming passion for Endora explodes, an ancient threat looms heavy over humans and Delradons alike. With the lives of everyone he cares about hanging in the balance, Aldric has to fight the demons of his past if he wants to defeat the enemies of the present.
Publisher’s Note: Touch of Ice, a gripping sci-fi alien romance has it all: dragons, passion and tension. It also contains sexually explicit themes, power exchanges, and is intended for adults only.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Endora moved and Aldric gave her just enough space to lift her head, but his arms were locked around her. She was instantly trapped in his gaze, like prey. Unable to move, unable to resist the magnetic pull of him, she lifted her chin. Aldric’s breath caressed her lips and she felt light-headed. Heat spread low in Endora’s belly, where her most intimate need roared to life.
“So, you think I won’t know how to touch you?” His eyes were heavy lidded, and his fingers dug into her lower back, splaying out on her skin to pull her into him. “How to kiss you?”
He bent, not giving her time to answer, or to protest. His lips found hers and her mind was wiped clean of thoughts. He kissed her like a drowning man—desperately. His touch was an all-consuming possession, his tongue hot and demanding, taking hers by assault. Passion filled her body and she answered the kiss, joining her tongue to his. He tasted like a winter storm, cold and pure. Endora reached behind Aldric’s neck, spreading her fingers in the silky mass of his hair.
Their kiss deepened, swallowing everything in its wake. There was nothing in the world but Aldric and her ever growing need for more of him, more of his body, more of his touch. She was a puddle of want, pure woman’s need.
“What are you doing to me, woman?” Aldric pulled back just enough to speak. His voice was a low growl, vibrating deep in his throat. “I have never felt this for any other before.”
“Kiss me again,” Endora answered, out of breath.
His mouth closed on hers with purpose, bending her will, making her blind with desire. Endora moaned softly, and Aldric growled in her mouth. The hands on her back moved; one hand grabbed her nape and tilted her head back to give him better access, and his lips closed on the fragile skin at the base of her neck. He kissed and nipped the taut skin, just where her jugular was beating a frenzied beat, while his other hand slid down and closed around her ass, pulling her into his hard erection.
“Oh, Gods,” Endora moaned.

More about Mary Auclair

Mary Auclair is a lover of romance novels of all genre. She likes to write everything from science fiction to fantasy, passing through paranormal and historical, but always with a dark, sexy twist. She spends too many hours to count daydreaming about adventures and hot, dominant alpha male heroes. When she’s not writing, she’s busy being a full-time mom, as well as caring for her many pets.

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Seduced Under The Mistletoe - various authors

It just wouldn’t be Christmas without some new romances to warm our dark winter nights. Seduced Under The Mistletoe brings sixteen hot stories to spread some cheer this holiday season.

Blurb:

From the snowbound Highlands to candlelit ballrooms, follow our feisty heroines as they unmask secret identities, scorn etiquette, and defy danger. See them submit to fierce warriors, sinful scoundrels, and masterful lords.
This boxed set will be available for just three months, so don’t miss out. Indulge in sixteen all-new novellas that will leave you longing for more than twelve nights of Christmas.

Disclaimer: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women and explicitly sexual situations. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

Buy link: Amazon

Featuring authors from around the globe:
Ashe Barke
Amy Rose Bennett
Vanessa Brooks
Em Brown
Ellie St. Clair
Nicola Davidson
Emmanuelle de Maupassant
Brandy Golden
Gracie Malling
Viola Morne
Carole Mortimer
Emily Murdoch
Jaye Peaches
Stacy Reid
Lauren Smith
Scarlett Scott

We hope you enjoy unwrapping these sixteen gorgeous novellas. Our authors, hailing from all over the world, are thrilled to have come together to create this sizzling set of historical romances. These stories appear chronologically, opening with a Viking tale, travelling through the centuries, and concluding in 1903.

Yuletide Yielding – by Ashe Barker
She shares his bed and he has her heart. Lynet is a powerless thrall in Stian’s household, property to be bought or sold on a whim. She adores her Viking master and knows he cares for her. But this Yuletide he is to wed and that changes everything…
Trusting Her Highland Laird – by Brandy Golden
Laird Gallagher loves his feisty Scottish beauty just as she is, but Eileen wishes to overcome her terror of the dark, and demonstrate her trust, by donning a blindfold. Will the experiment drive her fear deeper, or can he prove to her that love conquers all.
Duke of Christmas – by Ellie St. Clair
The Duke of Ware has avoided his betrothed for as long as possible in pursuit of pleasure -- until one fateful meeting. Christmastide takes on new meaning as the man who cares for nothing sets out to win his future wife.
A Christmas Masquerade – by Vanessa Brooks
The French revolution left behind a damaged angel. A bewildered child. A man in despair. Can the bitter Yuletide winds drive a Christmas miracle? Will there be enough seasonal magic to heal all three?
Peril with a Prince – by Emily Murdoch
Prince Éduard of Aviroux is hunting down the Great Whisperer – the spy helping the French nobility escape the guillotine – when thwarted by the delectable Giselle. He's never seen a woman like her: resourceful, cunning, and ready for a fight. What he doesn't realise is that she's just the spy he's looking for. Trapped on an island together, will Éduard discover Giselle's terrible secret - or will he reveal some of his own?
Her Mistletoe Promise – by Jaye Peaches
Sent home from the battlefields of the Napoleonic Wars, disgraced Lieutenant Elias Seton catches the attention of gregarious Jenny Templeton, who has fled London following a scandal. Determined to cheer him up, and with little thought for her reputation, Jenny seduces the officer and promises to keep him company every night between Christmas Day and Twelfth Night.
After their first night together, she discovers Elias is a demanding master of the bedroom. Will she be able to fulfill her promise, and what if her family discover them together?
Mistletoe Mistress – by Nicola Davidson
England, December 1813: Miss Rachel Lindsay is desperate. Abandoned at an isolated country inn on a snowy Christmas Eve, her only hope is a wealthy, stern, and sinfully handsome stranger—masquerading as her husband. Awaiting a carriage repair, Arran Elliott, Marquess of Kyle needs lodgings. And, it seems, a wife. But when their bargain turns into nights of scorching passion and sensual discipline, he can’t let the spirited and curvy beauty go. His—and her—secrets be damned…
The Gentleman’s Seduction – by Lauren Smith
Martin Banks wins a woman in a wager – the daughter of his most hated enemy, yet her spirit and passion remind him of how much he longs for love, in this Regency Christmas tale.Bastian’s Surrender – by Carole Mortimer
Abigail Brown's first meeting with Lord Bastian Forbes, the Earl of Shaftesbury, is to find him tied naked to a bed at the notorious Club Venus, where she now works. The following evening, she learns he is to be the gentleman who claims her virginity. But things are not always as they appear, and despite the unusual start to their acquaintance, Abigail quickly finds herself falling in love with the arrogant earl. However, once the earl learns of her true identity, she has every reason to believe he will never return her feelings.
My Lady of Misrule – by Amy Rose Bennett
When widowed countess Minerva, Lady Harlow, discovers a devastating secret about her late husband just before Christmas, she turns to trusted friend Sir Tristan King for support. However, when a long-denied desire flares to life—and Minerva and Tristan agree to a Twelfth Night tryst—Tristan worries a secret of his own will ruin a treasured friendship. But then again, perhaps this shared night of wicked, unbridled passion will spark an everlasting love...
A Wicked Christmas Wish – by Em Brown
In this wickedly hot Regency, a husband betrayed ventures into the realm of domination and submission to claim his estranged wife. But will his intentions to satiate his burning desires backfire and ruin Christmas?
A Bluestocking for Christmas – by Viola Morne
Addy Blye is pretty, clever, and poor. When her ailing father can’t undertake his newest contract, Addy decides to impersonate him. Arriving in Cornwall, she meets the Duke of Trelawney, who is furious at her deception. Handsome and powerful, he stirs Addy’s darkest desires, but can she trust the duke with her heart?
The Marriage Game – by Gracie Malling
In Victorian England, a Christmas parlour game goes awry when Anna, a virtuous young lady, finds herself upended over the lap of David, her best friend’s rakish older brother. Now, it’s Christmas two years later and David has returned home from the British Army determined to make Anna his bride. But can she trust that he’s serious, or is this just another of his games? Wicked Deeds on a Winter Night – by Stacy Reid
Primrose Markham and Captain Gabriel Northcote cannot deny the burning hunger between them. Will a wicked night of passion on a winter's night lead to the greatest love? Or only to betrayal?
The Night Before Scandal – by Scarlett Scott
When a handsome lord and an eccentric lady meet in the midst of a blizzard at a country house party, scandal is not far behind. What happens in a carriage does not always stay in a carriage, and Lord Harry and Lady Alexandra are forced to make a match to avoid ruination. Will they find true love together by Christmas day?
Master of the Moor – by Emmanuelle de Maupassant
After more than twenty years in exile, Lord Mallon returns to his native Dartmoor – a place vast and barren and mysterious – and there meets the charming Comtessa de Rosselline. Neither believe in love, but the attraction between them is immediate, and irresistible. Can they defy the ghosts of the past, allowing their tempestuous affair to become something more?

Excerpt from Yuletide Yielding by Ashe Barker
He paused, eyed her with a curious blend of exasperation and something else also. Something softer, warmer, more compassionate. “You did not hope to wed me yourself, did you? You must realise that is impossible.”
“I know that. I have never said—”
“But you have wanted it? Wished it could be so?”
“Perhaps,” she whispered. “But I am not a fool. I am a thrall. Vikings do not marry thralls.”
“They do, on occasion. But I am not merely a Viking. My brother is the jarl. I have responsibilities. Even so, I do not wish to hurt you, and I would prefer that you could be content with what we have.”
But even if you are not, it is happening anyway. The words lay unspoken between them.
His expression hardened. “I have said all I wish to on this matter. We will not speak of it further.”
“Very well.” Resigned to her situation since she could not alter it, and to her coming punishment, Lynet stared at her bare toes. “Do you want me to take off my clothes?” Apart from the blanket and Stian’s cloak, she wore only her thin, rough woollen night smock.
“I do. Then you may arrange yourself across my lap.” Stian started to unfasten the leather belt around his waist.
“You would beat me with your belt?” Lynet recoiled. “I had thought you meant just to spank me.”
“Disobedience alone would have merited a spanking. Your dishonesty requires something a little sterner by way of correction. So, you will undress then come here, Lynet, and accept your punishment.”
More about Ashe Barker
Ashe Barker wiles away her time in the wilds of Yorkshire, England, writing smutty books and drinking Earl Grey tea. She loves writing historical stories and has a particular passion for hot, sexy Vikings.
When not writing Ashe enjoys digital photography, reading erotic stories, pole dancing (though not especially well), and listening to Bon Jovi. Loud.

Claiming Mia by BJ Wane

BJ Wane is here today with her latest book, Claiming Mia. Reviewers are calling this “a great smoking hot story” and “interesting and fast moving, […] a good balance of a mystery and an enjoyable love affair.

She gave him her body and submission, but he wanted more.

Blurb: Newly divorced Mia Reynolds doesn’t like Chief Nolan MacGregor. His arrogance gets under her skin, but it’s her body’s instant reaction every time he levels that cobalt gaze upon her or hints at giving her what he keeps insisting she wants that really gets to her. After her husband’s betrayal, she’s sworn off getting involved with anyone, and certainly isn’t going to trust her fragile heart with the town’s reformed bad boy.
Nolan wants Mia and refuses to let her prickly stubbornness stand in his way. Once he entices her into an affair and shows her the benefits of submitting to him, her off-the-charts responses prove he was right all along – she is the one for him. When his investigation into an illegal drug ring implicates Mia’s business, he never stops believing in her innocence.
When the Feds go around him, Mia refuses to believe he hadn’t been with her just to keep an eye on her and her nursery for proof the drugs were coming in on the trucks carrying her landscaping orders.
Mia’s reluctance to trust Nolan completely lands her in trouble with a drug trafficker and it isn’t until she is kidnapped that she realizes what her insecurities and refusal to let go of the past might have cost her…
Publisher’s note: Claiming Mia, a steamy contemporary romance, contains elements of power exchange. Only suitable for ages 18+.

Buy links: Blushing BooksAmazon

Excerpt

“You want to spank me instead of giving me a ticket?” Mia didn’t know if her stunned disbelief stemmed from outrage at his audacity or the instant pickup of her heart rate which caused her blood to heat in a volcanic rush through her veins at the thought of his large hand connecting with her butt.
“In the worst way,” he admitted with candor, not bothering to hide the truth. Then again, when had he ever held back from letting her know where his interests laid, she bemoaned.
They both heard Mia’s convulsive swallow as she contemplated her choices. It came down to she couldn’t afford an increase in her premiums. A shiver rippled down her spine as he pressed closer and his warm breath tickled her neck when he nipped the tender skin. Okay, maybe the strain on her finances wasn’t the only reason she was giving his suggestion serious consideration. If she could sate her curiosity about the way her body was always so quick to react to his sexual innuendos about putting her over his knee, remarks she never imagined would titillate her before the divorce, maybe she could get him out of her mind once and for all.
Taking a deep, nerve-bracing breath, she muttered in a whisper, “Fine,” as if there might be someone around who could hear her. “I’ll meet you…what?” she gasped, incredulous as he spun her to face the truck and hiked up her skirt. “Here?”
“No time like the present. Don’t worry, Mia, my body is blocking yours, but even if I wasn’t, no one driving by can see back in this far.” With a hard yank, he drew another outraged gasp from her when he tore off her panties.
Warm summer air wafted over her exposed buttocks for the first time in her life, shocking her when the sudden outdoor exposure elicited a thrill of excitement. Before she could grasp the significance of that, he palmed her right cheek and squeezed, the instant pleasure from his touch taking her breath away.
“Just as I thought,” Nolan rasped, bending his head to nip her earlobe. “Soft and malleable. And so very…spankable.” He drew back and slapped the same cheek, a light smack that tingled more than hurt.
Mia shut her eyes against the warm dampness filling her long-neglected pussy, mortified by her response to what should have been an abasing experience. The next swat covered her other cheek and was just as potent as the first. Her tense muscles relaxed, and she was thinking this wasn’t so bad when he delivered a harder smack that jiggled her flesh. A small cry slid past her compressed lips, but he didn’t give her time to balk or complain as he set about peppering her butt with a volley of spanks, alternating between light and hard enough to sting while moving back and forth between her buttocks. A slow warmth enveloped her entire backside, along with small prickles of pain as the slaps grew sharper. Unable to help herself, she lowered her head to rest on her hands braced on the truck and tried to ward off the escalating pulses spreading down to her sheath. A part of her couldn’t believe she was letting him do this and an even more insane part couldn’t fathom the escalating arousal the embarrassment and discomfort added to.
Nolan stopped and caressed her buttocks, the now soothing strokes calming her riotous senses. “I knew you had a submissive streak worth exploring,” he said in a rough tone.

BJ Wane in her own words:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the States, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.

A new release - His Land, His Law by me!

My latest book, His Land, His Law, is live today. I loved writing this time travel-paranormal romance so much, I keep wanting to call it, His Land, His Love because Luke is a very loving character.

Blurb:

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

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

Cara wants to save the forest. Luke wants to log it. He wins the first battle. Who will win the war?

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

We join Luke and Cara mid-spanking. She has accepted a spanking rather than face the police after she has gone into his house when he wasn’t there:

[Luke] sighed like a man doing a difficult but essential job. “But you’re not sorry enough for my purposes. I’m going to continue until I’m sure I’ve left a lasting reminder. I may even continue until you beg me to stop.” He rubbed one cheek then the other, an almost soothing gesture except for the fact that he was telling her the session wasn’t over. “I will stop when I think you have a lasting reminder of the consequences of your misbehavior. Some of the websites I’ve read say true contrition can only be reached if I bring you to tears. Do I need to make you cry, baby doll? Is that the only way you’ll believe I mean what I say?”
“No, you don’t need to make me cry. I’m upset enough as it is.” Cara’s voice wobbled although she was speaking the absolute truth. If she could rewind her actions from the morning, she’d undo what she’d done. No, she wouldn’t. She’d be more careful to leave no trace.
She wasn’t going to share that with Luke. She said, “I know I trespassed. I know I shouldn’t have. And I’m very very sorry.”
Luke murmured something she couldn’t quite hear.
“Pardon me?”
He spanked her right cheek, then her left. Both slaps were soft, closer to love taps than punishment. “Just a little more then…”
He continued to spank her softly for what seemed like an eternity but was really only another minute or so.
By the time Luke helped her to her feet, she was hiccupping tiny sobs. Her eyes were dry, but her bottom felt like it had been stung by a thousand bees. He patted the sofa next to him but Cara snatched up her panties and slid them on before sitting down.
“You okay?” he asked, stroking her back. “You did well. You were brave.”
“Yeah. Fine.” Her hiccupping eased. “Do you always do this when you don’t like what a woman has done?”
He laughed. “Yesterday was the first time I’ve spanked a woman as punishment. What about you? Any Fifty Shades of Grey games with your boyfriend?”
“What boyfriend? No, none of that.” In spite of her stinging bottom, she gave a short bark of laughter.
Luke put an arm around her, drawing her close. He smelled like lime and wood smoke. She melted against him, trying not to accept his gesture of comfort too easily. At the same time, she wanted him to hold her, tell her everything was okay between them. But worse, she wanted way more than that. She wanted to take his handsome head in her hands and run her fingers through his hair while she planted kisses all over his face and neck.