Erotic romance

Caroline's Gift by Louise Taylor

I love Louise Taylor’s books so it’s great to know she has a new one out. Caroline’s Gift is book one in a new Regency Magic series. It sounds like a perfect read for this spooky time of year!

When dark magic threatens Leo’s life, only Caroline’s power can save him.

Blurb: The young ladies who attend Miss Bertram’s Academy call themselves Practitioners, and use their skills to help, heal and defend those in need.
War hero Leo Sterne doesn’t know it yet, but he’s in need of all the help he can get. A centuries-old curse has caused the premature death of every Earl of Ravenshaw, and he has just inherited the title. The clock is ticking on his survival, and the most inexperienced young lady at Miss Bertram’s has been assigned to save his life.
Caroline Noone has only her wits, training and an unpredictable assistant to aid her, and she is shocked to discover that the mysterious stranger who has been haunting her dreams for months is the new earl. Passion flares between them, but what will happen when disaster strikes?
Can Caroline save Leo’s life? Read Caroline’s Gift to find out!

Publisher’s Note: Caroline’s Gift is a steamy paranormal romance and contains elements of power exchange. Ages 18+ only.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:
“I am the master here, and you will do as you are told!”
“You have no power over me!”
As soon as she said “power”, something changed. She would ruminate on it later, when they lay panting on the floor of the library, but at the time all she could do was watch, wide-eyed, as the handsome earl’s eyes flashed with heated emotion and he lifted her from her feet.
Before she knew what had happened, he had sat back in the armchair and bundled her over his knee. She flailed with her arms, but they were swiftly and firmly pinned to the small of her back by one of his large hands.
“Tell me what you know, or prepare to take your punishment,” he ordered.
“Let go of me!”
“Very well,” he said ominously. “You were warned.”
His hand landed on her backside, her thin silk evening gown giving her no protection from the force of the impact. She opened her mouth to shout, but the sound stuck in her throat; three more blows landed before she could let out anything more than a gasp.
The more he spanked her, the more that she refused to tell him what he demanded to know. Her pride, already damaged by her uselessness as a field operative, would not let her give in to the demands of the man burning her backside with his right hand!
“Tell me what I wish to know, or I will be forced to take further action,” he told her, a slight hitch in his authoritarian tone.
She knew what that meant; she had dreamed of it less than a week ago. At the time she had been convinced that she would never allow herself to be manhandled in such a way. Now, however, she was too far lost in the pleasurable haze of heat emanating from her backside to be able to stop what she knew would happen.
She remained silent long enough for him to get the message. He acted just as the dream-version had; he yanked at her dress, pulling it up over her hips before grabbing at the ribbons that fastened her drawers. He snapped them in his haste, pulling the fine material down over her hips and exposing her naked backside to his eye. Down came his hand on the reddened skin of her backside, not stopping until he had delivered ten sound smacks.
“You can stop this whenever you wish, Miss Noone,” he told her, although the tightened grip on her wrists and the passion evident in his voice told her that he did not desire to stop the spanking.
That was all well and good; the pain in her backside had the opposite effect from that which he intended. She would not beg for him to stop - how could she, when that was the very last thing that she desired? The memory of the overwhelming pleasure she found at his hands was too good to miss out on experiencing in the flesh.

Louise Taylor in her own words:

I'm Louise Taylor, and I love reading and writing historical romance novels! I’ve now written ten full length erotic historical romances, and all my novels are published by the lovely people at Blushing Books.
All my books have elements of power exchange, spanking and BDSM but none of my heroines are weak-willed or easily dominated - they make their men work for their love!
I live on the beautiful Welsh coast, and I love walking the cliff tops and visiting some of our wonderful historical ruins. I get my best ideas when I'm in the great outdoors and you can usually find me chasing after the piece of paper I've just scribbled my notes on!
I live in a late Victorian house with wonderfully high ceilings and no central heating - thank goodness for my fabulous fireplace! I'm owned by Alfred The Great, an enormous tom cat with very decided ideas about who gets to sit on the right side of the sofa and how long I am allowed to stay in bed in the morning.

Flame Daddies by Katie Douglas

Today I welcome a new visitor to my blog. Katie Douglas is here with her book, Flame Daddies.

They can make me come when they breathe.

Blurb: I used to be the galaxy’s first daughter—its princess. In a devastating attack on my homeworld, I am taken by the enemy, evaluated like common cattle, and prepared to be sold. Then four dragons burst in and burn the place down. They save me. But it isn’t safe for me to return to Nidia, so they take me to their planet, Telia II, instead.
Brynn, Argon, Sharpe and Canavan are outcasts; the other alien races fear their great power. They protect me, treasure me, test my limits and chastise me when I disobey their strict rules. But what future can we have, when I must return to my duties and piece together my shattered planet, while they will never be accepted by anyone?
Disclaimer: Flame Daddies a standalone reverse harem not a love triangle. It is intended for mature readers, 18 and over only! Scenes include power exchanges and explicitly sexual situations. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 
It features dragon shifters doing dragony things, including setting things on fire, BDSM and spanking. It’s set in the same universe as the Twenty-Fourth Century Daddies series, but this is a separate storyline featuring a completely new species.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:
“What’s that?” She eyed the bottle with easygoing curiosity.
“Lube. For your butt,” Sharpe replied.
“What’s it do?” She’d never come across anyone using such a thing before.
“You know how your pussy is gushing with liquid every time either one of us touches you?” Sharpe flicked his gaze down to her twitching hole. “It’s doing it now.”
“I know. What about it?”
“Even if you’re the most turned-on in the universe, your ass can’t make itself wet. It needs a little help, or my fingers will hurt you.”
“Neat.” Alora didn’t know what else to say. Getting hurt kinda sounded sexy right now, so it was a good thing the guys were in charge because if she was running things, she’d probably tear herself an actual new one from making the guys just stuff their cocks into her holes already.
She felt a sudden drizzle of cold liquid on her ass. The sensitive nerves in her ring of muscle seemed to make her tense from the unfamiliar coolness. A moment later, Sharpe’s finger pressed firmly against her hole.
It felt weird. Mostly, the only thing she noticed was the pressure. As her ass capitulated against the invasion, however, it began to stretch... and stretch... it was nothing like when Brynn’s fingers had stretched her pussy. This hole seemed so reluctant to let anything in, and just as she thought she was stretched enough, there was more resistance inside from her second sphincter. Alora wished she knew less about biology, as the process was repeated, but as Sharpe’s finger completely breached her back passage, the stretching sensation turned into a warm feeling, that was the touch-equivalent of hot chocolate. Taking a bath in warm caramel couldn’t feel more decadent than the sensation of Sharpe’s finger sliding deep into her ass and touching her from inside her own body.
The thousands of tiny nerve endings in such a small area all came alive, tingling with the delicious stimulation as Sharpe expertly and carefully made this experience mind-blowingly hot. When his hand touched her ass, she knew he was all the way in.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Soooo good,” she enthused. Was it the endorphins or something else? She wasn’t sure, but she almost felt drunk.
When Brynn moved his fingers in her pussy, swirling his other hand over her clit, she squeaked.
“I can feel... like you’re both pressing on the same place!” she exclaimed in amazement.
“Yep. It’s a thin separation between the two. That’s why we need to do this very carefully, to be sure you don’t get hurt,” Sharpe explained.
“So, this is dangerous?” she asked. For some reason, the idea turned her on even more.
“It can be. But don’t worry about that. Trust us; we’ll guide you through safely.” Sharpe’s words were reassuring. Alora did trust them. She trusted all the dragons. And she had no idea why, when they’d hardly known each other for very long at all. She just knew, somehow, Sharpe and Brynn wouldn’t rush things, they’d go at a pace her body could handle and they would check to be sure she could take whatever they gave her. They weren’t going to break her and throw her away, like some people might. She finally understood what they meant about nurturing her and being her daddies.

Theirs To Master by BJ Wane

Get ready to one-click. BJ Wane has released her sixth book in the Miami Masters series, Theirs to Master and the reviews are flooding in. Readers’ comments: “a top notch dark and sexy,” “a super hot book” and “hot chemistry and passion, danger, misunderstandings plus the need to protect makes a very good read.”

She took to their dual control like a fish to water, but had she gotten in too deep to survive without them?

Blurb:
Paige Wilcox has been lusting after the Carlson brothers since the first time she saw the two men enter the cops’ bar where she works.  Problem is, neither man shows her the slightest interest-not until her sister is attacked at a club and they discover Paige posing as a submissive to draw out the assailant.
Troy and Trevor Carlson always found the feisty redhead attractive, but steered clear of personal involvement since she showed no signs of being sexually submissive.  Fear for her safety and a determination to keep her out of their investigation into a serial attacker prods them to insist she complete the terms of an auction contract after they win the bid on her.  Neither Paige nor the brothers are prepared for the streak of submissiveness she exhibits under their dual control.
Paige doesn’t fight her growing need for the two men and the alternative sex they introduce her to, but when they give no hints the feeling is mutual, she despairs of anything coming of the short-term relationship. It takes the reappearance of the man they were after and another threat to Paige to get all three on board with giving a committed, three-way relationship a try.
Publisher’s Note: Theirs to Master is a steamy contemporary ménage romance contains elements of power exchange. While it is book six of the Miami Masters series, it can be read and enjoyed as a standalone.

Buy links: AmazonBlushing Books

Excerpt:

Only sheer stubbornness kept Paige from saying red when Trevor pulled her jeans down.  Her natural inclination to protest this indignity with ‘no way, no how’, fell to the wayside the minute her mons pressed against Troy’s muscled thigh and she looked up to see raw lust and rich approval etched on Trevor’s face.  Then Troy cupped her butt cheek, his calloused palm brushing against her bare skin setting off sparks of pleasure that commanded her attention.  She’d yearned for their attention for months, and now had it in spades.

Few of her lovers ever bothered with ass play, so she’d never imagined that part of her anatomy could be so erogenous.  But the more he explored her buttocks, squeezing then caressing, the hotter she became.  A curl of arousal took up residence between her legs, softening her pussy, dampening her slit until embarrassment forced her to tighten her thighs. 

Closing her eyes, Paige tuned out the voices from the ongoing auction and shoved aside fretting over whether anyone else’s eyes were on her.  The tantalizing caresses eased her into relaxing then prodded her to wiggle her butt and loosen her thighs in a teasing hint to do more, to touch her where she ached.

“I think she’s ready.”

The amused inflection in Trevor’s voice snagged her attention one second before his words sank in.  Before she could register the full meaning of that comment, Troy halted the soothing, arousing strokes of his hand and delivered a sharp swat to rival the one Damien issued on the stage.

Her head reared up in startled astonishment at the abrupt switch from coaxing pleasure to blistering pain.  Before she could say anything, he swatted her again, adding an identical throbbing burn on her other cheek.

“Take a deep breath, Paige, and lie still.  It’ll be over before you know it.”

Shaking her hair out of her eyes, she glared up at Trevor as Troy peppered her buttocks with an array of slaps that robbed her of breath.  “Easy…ow!…for you to say,” she gasped, her mind consumed with the fiery heat spreading across her entire backside and the deep throbbing encompassing her abused skin and spreading to her pussy.

“You should’ve heeded our warnings, and remembered I mentioned consequences if you continued with your harebrained scheme to interfere in my investigation,” Troy admonished without slowing the rapid volley of spanks.

It was hard to think straight, to pay attention to what either man said, but she managed to stick up for herself with a quick rebuttal.  “I don’t take orders from anyone…holy shit!”  Crap but those last two hurt!  “Damn it, I’m not one of your little groupies, willing to let you walk all over me.”  Desperate to deny her body’s heated response and the pleasure inching its way past her resistance to this degradation, she tried to wriggle away from his descending hand, but Trevor reached out and clamped his hands over the top of her thighs.  Between Troy’s imprisoning hand braced between her shoulders and Trevor’s tight told, they left her no choice but to endure and accept her surprising reaction or say red and pay the hefty price tag of ending this now.

MIAMI MASTERS SERIES:

Bound and Saved, book 1

Master Me, Please, book 2

Mastering Her Fear, book 3

Bound To Submit, book 4

His To Master And Own, book 5

BJ Wane in her own words:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs.  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 much prefer being 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.

The Master by Ashe Barker and Katy Swann

This is my week for author collaborations. Today Ashe Barker and Katy Swann are here with their book, The Master.

Blurb

After her long-time taekwondo instructor passes away suddenly, Jodie Price is certain her dreams of Olympic glory have been dashed, and she is thrilled when bold, handsome coach Dylan Atkins offers his help. But Dylan’s training regimen will be more rigorous than anything Jodie has experienced before, and she quickly discovers that he is a firm believer in strict discipline.
When she is caught drinking in defiance of Dylan’s rules, Jodie soon finds herself sobbing and promising to do better as she is thoroughly paddled. Dylan’s stern correction arouses her deeply, however, and it isn’t long before he takes her in his arms and masters her completely. But though his skilled, dominant lovemaking leaves her utterly spent and satisfied, will Jodie trust him enough to tell him the truth when a powerful sponsor tries to use their romance to blackmail her?
Publisher’s Note: The Master includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

“It’s just you and me. And the business end of a paddle, obviously.”

Buy link: Amazon – free on Kindle Unlimited

Excerpt (ages 18+)
The deal settled, Dylan glanced about and spotted a vacant spanking bench a few yards away. He offered her his hand, and she took it.
“House safewords, okay?” He gestured to Jodie to assume the position on the bench.
“Red, yellow, green. Yes, that’s fine, Master Dylan. Do… do you want me to undress?”
Dylan seriously doubted that, once out of that dress, she’d be going back into it any time soon. “What do you have on under it?”
“Just a thong, Sir.”
“That’ll be fine.” He was already pushing the boundaries. He had no intention of touching her. A thong would preserve some sliver of modesty whilst offering no protection from his paddle.
He waited until she was draped across the top of the bench, then crouched to secure the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Given that she wanted this spanking, the restraints weren’t needed for practical purposes, but she’d mentioned she enjoyed being tied up, so why not?
“Comfortable?”
“Yes, Master Dylan. Thank you.”
He peeled back the scrap of red latex that purported to make up the skirt of her dress and rolled it up to her waist. The thong beneath was made of bright red satin and disappeared between the rounded cheeks of her delectable ass. He could just make out the darker patch between her thighs that betrayed her arousal.
Good. That makes two of us.
A selection of spanking implements was displayed on the wall behind the bench. Dylan already had a good idea what he intended to use but took his time over making his choice. His little newbie sub would benefit from the wait. Eventually, he lifted down a paddle made of polished wood. It was of medium weight and would deliver a resounding, heavy stroke, more of a thud than a slap really. It would make plenty of noise, and he knew that would add considerably to the experience for Jodie.
“This is going to smart, but you’ll be fine for practice on Monday. That’s almost three days away.”
“Th-thank you.” She clenched her buttocks in anticipation as he took up position behind her.
“Ten strokes. You can count them if you like.”
“Only ten?” She shifted on the bench. “I usually manage more than that.”
Was that a note of disappointment in her voice? Dylan grinned. She’ll learn.
“We’re dealing in quality here, not quantity. Ten will be ample, I assure you.”
“Oh, but—”
“Are you ready, Jodie?” He tapped her upturned buttock with the flat of the paddle.
“Yes, Sir. I’m ready. I… Oh!”
She let out a satisfying squeal when he dropped the first stroke across her right cheek. The outline of the paddle bloomed in bright red across her creamy skin.
Pretty as a picture, he thought.
“Are you counting, Jodie?”
“What? Oh, yes. One, Sir.” Her voice was considerably less even now, her breath coming in short, quick pants. Oh, yes, she would most certainly learn.
He shifted slightly and raised the paddle again.
Jodie yelped, shrieked, writhed in the restraints. This will be a memorable lesson, he reflected as she counted out the next three strokes, whimpering between each one.
He spread the spanks evenly across her buttocks. Each cheek now bloomed beautifully, her gorgeous globes clenching and quivering as he selected his spot for the next slap.
The sound made by the paddle was sublime. A swift whistle as it whooshed through the air, then a deep, resonating thud when it connected with her flesh. From her squeals and grunts it was obvious Jodie appreciated the finer qualities of the implement; in particular, its ability to deliver a serious and memorable lesson with little in the way of aftereffects.

About Ashe Barker
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

About Katy Swann
Katy lives in Kent, UK with her husband, three children and three cats. She writes erotic BDSM romance with a strong emphasis on Dominance and submission. Katy explores both the emotional and sexual elements of D/s, with Doms that are firm but caring and submissives that are strong and feisty. 
She loves the 4 C’s: cats, chocolate, champagne and coffee. When she’s not writing she spends her time as a glorified taxi driver for her children and even finds time now and then to indulge in her interests, which include Tai Chi, dance, music, aviation and reading. 

N.E.R.D - Naughty Erotic Romance Doms

As soon as I saw this book – N.E.R.D. – Naughtly Erotic Romance Doms – I had to buy it. Look at the collection of writers who have contributed to it: Felicity Brandon, Golden Angel, Morganna Williams, Sassa Daniels, Rue Raven, Jack Crosby, Katie Douglas. 

General Blurb:

Eight hot doms bring the action in this geeky extravaganza of intelligent, Machiavellian and highly-skilled men who aren't afraid to take control.

In this collection of short stories, we explore the N.E.R.D. in all the usual settings you'd find one. From comic-cons to classrooms, to even alien spaceships, we bring you the N.E.R.D. in his full glory. The action is hot, the situations charming, and the men -- they are total N.E.R.D.s.

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. In other words: bring a sense of humor, a bacon sandwich and a fan because it's going to get hot in here!

Individual blurbs:

Cosplay Connection by Golden Angel

Cosplay Connection - when Diana’s bestie dragged her to speed dating at her local convention, she wasn’t expecting the Dark Knight to come sweep her off her feet.

Alien Online - nerdy and awkward, it’s easier for Kerry to talk to men online - but when she agrees to meet one in real life, he’s not at all what she’s expecting.

Zoe’s Impetus by Felicity Brandon

I love biology, but botany is fast turning out to be the bane of my life, and Professor Neil's the poster boy for it. The content of the module is so dull, I’m struggling to keep on target, but Professor Neil is offering me a unique olive branch. Can his unconventional techniques help me make the grade?

Elise in Wonderland by Sassa Daniels:

For intellectual snob Elise, signing up to speak at a video games convention was her first big mistake. Setting her sights on an arrogant wannabe dom was the second. Drawing the attention of her real-deal dominant colleague--well, that might just be the best mistake she’s ever made.

The Mugged and the Restless by Morganna Williams:

Lacey's nerdy boss Jasper barely seems to notice she exists. Then Lacey gets mugged and suddenly she has almost more of Jasper's attention than she can handle.

Walking Disaster by Rue Raven

Grace is brilliant at her job. Unfortunately she’s less than brilliant at life, which is why her new boss is lying on the floor moaning after meeting Grace and a door at the same time. Grace needs a firm hand to keep her focussed – but first Jake has to stay conscious long enough to deal with her!

Of Demons and Nerds by Jack Crosby:

Just when you thought it was safe to go to a comic con... Derrick Grimm (aka the horseman, Death) and his former Lust demon girlfriend, Roxanne, show up. In this wacky adventure, you'll meet all sorts of characters who tend to get themselves into some pretty sticky situations. With this many bad apples in one place, a good many someones are due to get spanked!

The Doctor’s Companion by Katie Douglas:

I was already having a bad day when my son got kidnapped by aliens. Then a man in a scarf stepped out of a red British phone box and everything changed. He calls himself The Surgeon, and he thinks I can save the world by knitting, but how can that be possible?

Buy link: Amazon

A few excerpts to whet your appetite:

Excerpt from Zoe’s Impetus by Felicity Brandon:

“Get the book please, Miss Kellam,” he commands.

I hesitate for a moment, amazed by how my body responds to the order. My nipples stiffen into small peaks beneath my sweater, and I’m more than aware of how wet my panties have become. What the hell has happened to my socially inept botany Professor? He’s usually so quiet, so reserved and so obsessed with his plants, he barely resembles the alpha-male now sitting waiting for me to answer him. I eye the man furtively, my gaze rising over his unblemished skin to his waves of dark hair.

Whatever it is that has happened to Professor Neil, I like it.

“Miss Kellam?”

I leap at the sound of his voice, my heart racing out of control at his impatient tone.

“The book?” he repeats in a curt tone.

I move, skipping back to my original place to collect the thick, hardback version I had attempted earlier. Grabbing it, I head back to where he waits, presenting it to him like a naughty school girl awaiting her headmaster’s verdict.

“Good,” he replies, smiling at my response.

I know he’s patronising me, and a part of me despises his tone, but the weight of my arousal is so great that I ignore it. The professor is toying with me, and for some reason I freaking love it.

“Well done, Miss Kellam,” he says. “You’re going to need the book, not me, so I suggest you keep it.”

“Okay,” I whisper, gripping the leather cover between my fingers. I shift my weight, watching him watching me, as my heart pounds inside my chest. “Where should I read, Professor?”

Neil’s eyes narrow, his gaze rising up the length of my body until it meets mine. “I have found that certain ladies increase their focus once they’re over my lap, Miss Kellam.”

And there it is. He says the words so casually, as though he’s reading a shopping list, and it takes me a few seconds to register their meaning.

Over his lap?

My eyes widen as the term resonates. I’m shocked, aghast at his suggestion. Why would I be over the lap of one of my lecturers? And yet, as the anger washes over me, there is something else. The simmering need his dominant display has brought out in me begins to burgeon, threatening to boil over, and something about the idea of being over his lap makes it peak.

“Your lap?” I say, my voice sounding distant to my own ears. “W-why would they be over your lap?”

I know the answer—of course, I do. There is only one logical reason that anyone would be draped over someone’s else’s body. But somehow, I have to hear the words out loud…

“Impetus,” he tells me with a smirk, his blue eyes penetrating me with relentless force.

Excerpt from Elise in Wonderland by Sassa Daniels:

Elise had barely made it twenty yards across the parking lot before Ian caught up with her. He took a firm grip of her arm and swung her around toward him. Her deliciously soft, pliable body collided with his hard, muscular frame. Only as she seemed to register how closely he held her did she tense up. Before she could react, to make whatever empty protest her rational mind had thought up, he lowered his mouth to hers. Signaling his intention to possess her, body and soul, he branded her with a scorching kiss. As he pressed his lips insistently against hers, she opened to him. She tasted like the sweetest, most succulent fruit and he knew he would never get enough of her. A groan escaped from somewhere deep inside him as her body melted against his.

This was everything he’d imagined it would be, but he had to put a stop to this before he lost all control and ended up fucking her in the middle of the parking lot. She deserved more respect than that. As he pulled back from her, he couldn’t resist a victorious grin as Elise whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Don’t worry, princess, I’m going to give you what you need,” he said as he cupped her cheek with his hand and ran his thumb over her soft, smooth skin.

“And what is that?” Her tone was challenging, and she seemed to doubt that he knew what she truly desired.

Ian leaned in close to whisper in her ear and could sense the shiver of delight that ran through her.

“I’m going to punish you,” he promised. “I’m going to spank your naughty little ass and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you will never forget you’re mine.”

Excerpt from Walking Disaster by Rue Raven:

Grace had hurried home, miserable over her latest disaster.  There was only one thing that could make her feel better when she was in this state.  She stretched out on her bed and settled back to enjoy a good, hard session of ice-cream eating.  This was definitely a double choc moment, with the chocolate chips.  It was starting to work its magic when the phone rang.

She reached for the phone, upsetting the ice cream onto the bed.  As she grabbed to try to save it she knocked two books, a glass of water and a packet of biscuits off her bedside table.  Lunging to grab them, and missing entirely, she knocked the ice-cream onto the floor.

 As Grace miserably juggled the flying items, only spreading the disaster further, she heard her answering machine kick in, "Hi, this is Grace, I can't get to the phone right now so please leave a message...."

 "This is Jake Maslin.  We met today at work.  Twice.  I intended to discuss certain matters with you, but you left too early this afternoon for me to speak with you.  Please be in my office at nine am sharp on Monday morning, and we will settle a few things then."

 From the terse tone of his voice, it wasn't going to be a comfortable interview.

 Grace huddled on her bed as the double-chocolate slowly melted onto the carpet. Some things are beyond the power of ice-cream.

Excerpt from The Doctor’s Companion by Katie Douglas:

“The Prezondians are taking all the children of Earth. Look.”

Leanne looked. “Evan!” she shrieked. She tried to step out of the phone box, seemingly ignorant of the concept of gravity, and the Surgeon hauled her back in.

“No.”

“I have to get to him! He’s my son!”

Then, to the Surgeon’s immense surprise, she kissed him on the lips. It felt good. Sparks of warmth filled his mouth as her firm lips pressed against his. She knew what she was doing. He’d never been with a human woman in her mid-thirties, before, and now he realized what he was missing. She was an incredible kisser.

As the moment spun out, his cock began to grow hard and he groaned. She was showing no signs of stopping. Eventually, but extremely reluctantly, he grasped her shoulders and pushed her away. She stared at him with her mouth open like a baby whose candy just got taken away.

“No. You don’t want this,” he told her.

“Yeah I do!” she replied.

“No, listen, it’s the gas. The Prezondians released gas into the air. Remember? They’re trying to keep everyone distracted. I’ll move Verity onto their ship so we can get to the bottom of all this.”

He went to the console and pressed some buttons. Leanne followed him, and put her hands in the back pockets of his pants. He inhaled sharply and tried to stay focused.

“Are you saying there’s some sort of dangerous, sexy, seductive gas in the air and you still don’t want me?” she asked in a husky but slightly disappointed voice.

“I’m immune. Must be my alien metabolism.” He almost barked his response because she’d moved her hands into his front pants pockets, and now it was difficult to breathe because she was stroking his cock through the thin lining of his pockets.

“Cock. Verity’s not working. The Prezondians must have done something that’s affected her, too. I need to use your wool to fix it.”

“Why do you need the yarn?” She continued stroking through his pockets.

“Are you serious? Some of the best technological developments in the galaxy are made from knitted yarn! There are entire spaceships made out of it with the ability to fold time and space around them.”

She leaned in and nuzzled his neck. “You know, a better answer would have been to tell me you wanted the yarn to tie me up with,” she pouted.

He raised a brow; she was so determined. He smartly grasped her wrists and pulled them out of his pockets. “Maybe I’ll tie you up and spank you when this is all over. Show you what happens to women who can’t take saving the planet seriously.”

Fool's Desire by Poppy Flynn

Today I’m pleased to welcome new Blushing Books author Poppy Flynn to my blog, with her new book, Fool’s Desire.

Meet the members of Club Risqué and follow their D/s exploits as love worms its way into even the kinkiest hearts.

Blurb:

As a bubbly art student, Daisy Kidde embarked on a BDSM relationship that ended in tears.

Eleven years later, she has reinvented herself as the aloof finance director, Desirae Harper, but the past threatens to catch up with her and turn her quiet, reserved world upside down when her company is threatened with a takeover bid and the dominant Joel Blackwood walks back into her life.

Can she resist him or will the old Daisy return, threatening her new, quiet life?

Publisher's Note: Fool’s Desire is 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. 

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Excerpt:

Thwack! The blunt ended fronds of the soft suede flogger skittered against the taut skin of her softly rounded buttocks. The air displaced again, this time a prickling on the backs of her tanned thighs as they swiftly bloomed a dusky pink under repeated, expertly placed blows.

Daisy's unruly mop of dirty blonde corkscrew curls dampened as sweat and desire slickened her petite, curvy body and her breath hitched. The flogger rained across her sensitised skin, but not a single, audible sound passed her lips. Arms and legs unbound as her torso stretched across the plush spanking bench, she remained statue still, concentrating her mind to allow her body to absorb the blows without so much as a flinch because that was what Joel required. That was how he had trained her.

Her stomach clenched as he changed direction and landed the flogger's strands at the apex of her spread legs, causing her reddened thighs to quiver and her bare pussy to gush as the tiny pinpricks of pain morphed into ribbons of pleasure.

Despite her libertine surroundings and the licentious audience in the dimly lit Club Risqué, Daisy did not view Joel as her Dom nor see herself as his submissive. He was simply her boyfriend. She loved him beyond measure, and she would do anything for him. She did do anything for him; she did this for him and she strived to be as perfect as she possibly could because it made him happy.

As Daisy began to float in what she privately referred to as her 'happy place', she was dimly aware of the change of sensation. The deeply massaging fronds of the flogger were replaced by the sharper, pinpointed strike of the crop. Slap, slap, slap, slap…the noise rang rhythmically in Daisy's altered state of consciousness as if from a distance. Joel maintained a steady but swift pace across her increasingly sensitive behind as he played out a pattern of rosy splashes, branding her smooth skin, up and down, side to side, never overlapping.

Daisy could feel a prickle of need spreading up her spine, a sultry perspiration blooming at the back her neck, a treacherous warmth mushrooming in her abdomen as Joel aimed the crop between her legs and skilfully targeted her clitoris. Slap, slap, slap, slap, Daisy gritted her teeth and screwed up her eyes as she fought to internalise all of her raging lust and desire in a desperate battle to stay as still and as quiet as Joel always demanded while her clit hardened and peeked from behind its protective hood and each smart of pain transmuted into an insidious pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her senses as her body begged for the forbidden release.

More about Poppy Flynn:

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 parents’ 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." – Poppy Flynn

His To Master by BJ Wane

The lovely BJ Wane is here today with her latest book, His To Master, another book in her highly successful Miami Masters series.

Sean agreed to Alessa’s request for guidance, but could she handle what she’d asked him for?

Blurb: The first time Sean Bates saw Alessa Alexander at a BDSM club without one of her friends attending with her, he didn’t approach her or interfere, deeming it was none of his business.  The second time, his protective, dominate instincts forced him to confront her, and then offer his professional counseling for her needs.

Alessa’s desire to turn herself over to a man’s full control kept her from believing she’d ever enjoy a long-term relationship like her friends recently committed to.  When she gets up the nerve to ask Sean Bates to tutor her in her unorthodox fantasies, the first scene he devises leaves her aching for more of his strict control, but worried about keeping her feelings uninvolved.

Past heartbreaks kept Sean and Alessa leery of hoping for too much from their agreed upon temporary relationship.  Between escalating problems with an ex at work and her insecurities, Alessa runs from Sean before she ends up hurt.  But it doesn’t take her long to realize how much she wants him and his strict discipline, enough to risk the height of humiliation to earn his forgiveness.

Disclaimer: His To Master is 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

Excerpt:

He sat down but she resisted the tug on her hand with an uneasy glance toward the closed door.  “But, here?  What about your receptionist?”  Oh, God, she’d never be able to show her face to the older woman again if she heard what he planned to do.

“Barbara has left for lunch.  “We’re alone in the suite.  But make no mistake, Alessa.  There will be times I’ll tell you to do something with others present and giving up control means you either comply or walk away.  Now,” he yanked harder on her hand and sent her sprawling across his lap, “quit stalling.  Unless you have a different preference, red will be your ‘stop’ safe word, and if you say it, our agreement ends.  Period.”

She didn’t have time to assimilate that remark, or the cold chill she experienced when she thought of walking away from him.  Being placed over his hard thighs like a recalcitrant child was hard enough to take in, but then he lifted her skirt and her automatic response was to throw her hands behind her, a futile attempt to preserve a modicum of dignity.  “Wait!” she cried in panic over him baring her big butt.

“No.”  Sean pushed her hands down.  “Grab my leg if you have to, but don’t bring your hands back here again or I’ll swat them as well.”

Why that sounded worse than having her bottom smacked, she didn’t know, but didn’t hesitate to grip his muscled calf and brace herself for this humiliation.  Her plain white bikini panties came down next and the cool air wafting over her exposed flesh drew a shiver down her bowed spine.  With her bare buttocks the only part of her anatomy on display, Alessa had never felt so vulnerable, but the slow caress of his hand over her quivering cheeks soothed her anxiety.  His casual, soft exploration worked to loosen her tense muscles even though she still held her breath, waiting for that first slap.

BJ Wane in her own words:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs.  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 much prefer being 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.

Connect with BJ Wane:

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Some of the (many) other books by BJ Wane:

MIAMI MASTERS SERIES:

Bound and Saved, book 1

Master Me, Please, book 2

Mastering Her Fear, book 3

Bound To Submit, book 4

Abducted by Sara Fields

HOT ALIEN ALERT! Woot! Sara Fields is here today with the next installment in her Vakarran Captives series set in the Celestial Mates universe. Abducted has been out less than a week and it’s racking up more top reviews every day.

Blurb:

Mya escaped before the Vakarrans took over Earth. She's hidden away at the Celestial Mates Dating Agency for years, thinking she was safe from their grasp.

Only now, the Vakarrans have found her. And they're going to take her.

Own her. Share her.

And rule her world completely.

Please note: Abducted may be read and enjoyed as a standalone Vakarran Captives spin-off, set in the Celestial Mates universe! This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies intended for adults only.

Buy link: Amazon – Free on Kindle Unlimited!

Excerpt:

“Please don’t,” I begged.

I don’t know why I said that. I wanted it. I didn’t want it.

My brain was a mess of confusion. Pleasure and anger were at war with one another inside me. I’d come into this room convinced that I was going to be raped, beaten and brutalized. But instead, they were setting my body on fire with pleasure.

Hadn’t expected that. I’d never expected to be punished in such a manner.

I’d been prepared for cruelty. For pain and anger. I thought they’d hurt me, beat me to within an inch of my life and force me to take their seed. I wasn’t prepared for pleasure like this.

It was unnerving. And amazing.

I didn’t know what to do.

Even now, sitting down before Talor, I could think of a million ways to wrap my legs around his neck, cutting off his air supply and escaping from the four of them. But I did nothing. I couldn’t convince my limbs to move, to fight back as Talor’s tongue snaked around my clit. Touching me, teasing me. I quivered under his strokes.

A few moments later, Dex appeared with some sort of robot on wheels. It was a small, cylindrical rolling computer of some kind, comprised of black, red and grey colors. It followed him into the center of the room and his dark gaze met mine. The promise in his eyes shook me to the very core. My pussy clenched with excitement.

I shuddered.

He lifted an arm and crooked a finger towards me, beckoning me to come to him. Almost as if that simple movement had its own gravitational pull, I was drawn to him.

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More about Sara Fields:

Sara Fields is a USA Today Bestselling author of romance with a proclivity for kinky things, especially those centered in the HOT, NAUGHTY and DIRTY realm. If you like romance, science fiction, fantasy, menage, age play, pet play and other kinky filthy things, you will enjoy her books.

#Saturday Spankings - the first time

To paraphrase Elton John, Saturday’s alright for spanking. Thanks for joining me and the other writers on the Saturday Spanking blog hop.

My excerpt is from my latest book Trusting Ingrid.

Ingrid has spent her entire life looking after number one. Charming when she needs to be, she can lie more persuasively than an Academy-award winning actor. After all, society’s rules don’t apply to her.

If her outrageous behavior made her happy, it wouldn’t be so bad. But she’s a desperate woman, wrestling with alcoholism and not winning the battle.

In this scene, she had just accepted Lachlan’s offer to help her get her life on track.

Lachlan, a man with a commitment to rehabilitating feral, frightened creatures, intends to take her in hand.

He’s about to spank her for the first time.

From Trusting Ingrid, book 3 in the Romancing the Coast series:

“Take off your jeans and panties. Now. Then assume the position. Don’t make me ask you twice.”

Ingrid took off her clothes, laying her jeans on the sofa, topped with her small black panties. She was glad she’d shaved her mons that morning. It was almost naked but not in a trying-too-hard or a knew-we-would-get-here way.

His eyes dilated as he looked at her. He cupped his hand over the mound. His forefinger explored between her folds. She moaned.

He chuckled. “Seems like you’re ready for more than a spanking. Let’s get on with it. First, the preparation stage.” He helped her kneel with her round bottom cheeks pointing toward the fire. As instructed, she rested her head on the ottoman, facing him.

As much as the heat from the fire stirred her desire, she hated the sense of being on display, ready for his inspection, whatever that might involve. Her emotions cartwheeled between hunger for the spanking and a conflicting, deep sense of shame for wanting it.

He stayed crouched beside her, stroking her hair. “Do you know why you are being spanked tonight?”

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To Wed a Werewolf by Kryssie Fortune

The always entertaining Kryssie Fortune returns today with her book To Wed A Werewolf.

Blurb

Sylvie's more human librarian than half-blood Fae princess and she definitely prefers books to men. Then, she learns her unwanted Lykae fiancée is marrying someone else. If she doesn't stop the wedding, the Fae will resume the border war with the Werewolf nation. A high-handed Lykae security guard blocks her every move, and when her plans go awry, she's kidnapped, stripped, and bound for his pleasure.

Caleb the Cold, King of the Lykae, will do anything to make his younger brother's wedding special--even pretend he's a security guard and kidnap his brother's former fiancée. Punishing her is pure pleasure, until he realizes she's his mate. Now he needs to woo the woman he's tormented to the edge of madness, but is it too late to claim her heart, and make her his?

Disclaimer: This book contains spankings, 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: AmazonAmazon UK

Excerpt:

Caleb ran the strawberry over her lips, and her hunger won out over her bravado. Just as she was about to sink her teeth into the sweet fruit, he pulled it away and took a bite. Her glare condemned him more than any words, but he just laughed and offered her another. When she ate from his hand, the delicate touch of her lips on his palm made him crave her mouth on his cock. He’d never thought feeding a woman could be such a sensual treat.

His inner wolf growled when she turned her head away, but he stood back and studied her boyish hips and firm, round breasts. “Now you’ve eaten my strawberry, I should feast on yours.”

He watched her eyes widen in mock innocence; then she shook her head and tried to back away—not that she could when the rope held her wrists firmly in place. Caleb dropped to his knees before her, ran his hands up her inner thighs, and nudged them apart. She tried to keep them closed, but he shook his head and pushed them back open before he buried his tongue in her cunt. His natural wolf settled immediately, concentrating on pleasing its mate, but its hackles rose when she played innocent and tried to step out of reach.

He punished her with a resounding slap on her ass, but his natural wolf growled and tried to break free. Even his primal wolf form wanted to protect her—from himself. She squealed in surprise and excitement, but her panties were already damp with desire—for him. He laved her sweet-tasting pussy until she thrashed and writhed in her bonds, then shoved her panties aside with his tongue and sucked on her clit.

He lifted his head and growled, “Mine.”

Her eyes glazed, and her body trembled, but he backed off before she could come. She shivered at his every touch or lick, and her nipples had pearled into sweet strawberries just like the one he’d fed her—and Gods, he needed a taste. He loved how her hips undulated against him and her breath caught in her throat.

“Please,” she begged, “I can’t take any more. Just let me come.”

She looked wicked, wanton, and desperate, so beautiful his resolve melted like ice cream on a sunny day. Surely his Fae princess would surrender soon. He was a warrior who understood the battle of the sexes—and he was an alpha wolf who never lost a fight.

More about Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons. 

Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.

Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.

Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.

Connect with Kryssie Fortune

Website: http://kryssiefortune.wixsite.com/Kryssie

Blog: http://kryssiefortune.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/KryssieFortune

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Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/2hA0ZVO

Other titles by Kryssie Fortune

Scattered Siblings – a series of standalone paranormal romance

To Wed a Werewolf

To Break a Warrior King’s Curse

To Mate a Werewolf

To Seduce an Omega

Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf

Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge - a series of standalone romances featuring former soldiers

Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine

Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff

Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor

Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier

Standalone Romances

Dominated by the Dragon

Taken by Twin Doms

One Knight Stand

Giving it up for the Gods

Wickedly Used

#SaturdaySpankings - the schedule

Welcome to the Saturday Spanking blog where every week we look at who is in the naughty corner.

I hope you enjoy this excerpt from my latest book Trusting Ingrid.

Ingrid has spent her entire life looking after number one. Charming when she needs to be, she can lie more persuasively than an Academy-award winning actor. After all, society’s rules don’t apply to her.

If her outrageous behavior made her happy, it wouldn’t be so bad. But she’s a desperately unhappy woman, wrestling with alcoholism and not winning the battle.

In this scene, she had just accepted Lachlan’s offer to help her get her life on track.

Lachlan, a man with a commitment to rehabilitating feral, frightened creatures, intends to take her in hand.

From Trusting Ingrid, book 3 in the Romancing the Coast series:

“I’m going to spank you tonight. That much you’ve figured out already, right?” Lachlan asked, although it wasn’t really a question.

She nodded hesitantly.

“What you may not realize is that I consider your problems, your bad behaviors, to be long term, entrenched habits that can only be broken and rebuilt over a period of time, with regular and consistent correction.”

Ingrid froze. “Period of time? What does that mean? What is consistent correction?”

“The initial period will be a month. For the next four weeks you will be spanked at least once a day.”

Ingrid gasped. “No!”

“Yes” Lachlan kissed her neck.

With his warm lips caressing her skin, her determination to resist him weakened. She protested feebly, “That’s too much.”

“It’s barely a start, considering some of the things you’ve done. The spankings aren’t the only important thing. Far more important is your submission. That will tell me that you know you need to change, that you consent to my direction for the process.”

“At least once a day?” She hated the timidity in her voice.

“Once a day to pay for old sins. More than that for new offences. You’re lucky. Today you’re only going to be punished for today’s wrongdoing.”

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Her Match Her Mate Her Master by Vanessa Brooks

Vanessa Brooks’s first book, which is also her latest book is coming out soon. I want to buy Her Match Her Mate Her Master just for the promise of that sexy title. The book has been re-edited and had some spice added to the exciting adventure that begins in America tsravels to England and returns to America.

She has met her match – in more ways than one!

Blurb:

A shrewd, rugged American travels the Atlantic Ocean to England he is to meet a beautiful spoiled aristocratic girl.

This epic tale begins in Georgian England then travels back across the wide Atlantic Ocean into the wilds of America.

A couple mismatched?

Yes.

Are they attracted to one another?

Oh yes.

An adventure that begins with a tempestuous honeymoon and ends with ship wreck. A Lady unsuited to the rigors of the wilderness is kidnapped by natives.

Does this story end well? Read it for yourself and find out!

But most of all buckle up and enjoy this rollercoaster of a read!

Disclaimer: Her Match Her Mate Her Master is intended for adults only. Spankings and other sexual activities represented in the book are fantasies only, intended for adults only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking or other sexual activity or the spanking of minors.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt: He admired her gorgeous hair, a pool of gleaming copper. Soft, silken, tendrils trailed like fire over the creamy mounds of her breasts, nipples taut, exposed to his carnal gaze. He ached with the need to mate her; she was irresistible, ravishing. Standing, he peeled off his clothes, turning to face her, his manhood pulsing stiffly from his groin.

“Look at me, wife,” he commanded. She gazed at him, never having seen a man naked before, she was fascinated; her eyes devoured the sight of his tumescent hardness that testified his desire for her. How proudly it jutted, long and thick. Were all men made so, she wondered. Her eyes travelled down his long powerful legs, covered in whorls of dark curling hair, the plain of his flat stomach, the wide, well-muscled chest, coated in the same dark hair. Her gaze took in his broad shoulders and strong biceps. Linnet’s gaze finally settled on John’s lean face.

Disconcertingly, he watched her beneath those hooded inscrutable grey eyes, his stare unwavering. As he moved purposefully towards the bed she shyly, nervously, shifted over to accommodate him. He gathered her into his embrace, kissing and caressing her. He began to stir her passion once more. His deft fingers worked their magic, her furrow quivering, slickly plump with desire. He slowly moved above her, this time she parted her legs unconsciously welcoming,   he guided himself to her waiting cleft.

With a thrust, he drove into her yielding channel, she lifted her hips, bucking, meeting thrust for thrust, needing him.

“Now,” he whispered hoarsely, “now... you see, you are mine.”

More about Vanessa Brooks:

International bestselling author Vanessa Brooks lives in Sussex England. She has a lifelong love of history, most especially English and American. She has written a couple of western tales, one notably for the Red Petticoat series which was such a huge success in America. Her Georgian series, Masterful Husbands, set in the 1700's has also proved highly successful both sides of the Atlantic.

Vanessa’s novels are generally historically based; she has a knack of bringing an authenticity to the era in which her novels are set. Vanessa carefully researches each time period and strives to ensure that any historical facts she uses are correct.

More importantly, she likes to write an entertaining book for her readers to enjoy. She includes passion, adventure, romance and domestic discipline, de rigueur within the eras of her popular novels.

Connect with Vanessa Brooks

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Rough Diamonds by Ashe Barker

Have you read Ashe Barker's hot novella Rough Diamonds? It sounds like a winner, but did she ever write one that wasn't?

Pleasure is good, but pain is even more exciting if properly applied.

Blurb:

What if someone handed you over a million dollars in uncut diamonds, and a note? For services rendered…

A random act of kindness years earlier gives rise to an astonishing chain of events. Johan Klaas holds the key to the mystery and he will help her – for a price. Can she trust him? Should she? And what has Christa ever done to deserve such a reward?

Swept from her modest flower shop in England, caught up in the opulent global diamond trade in Antwerp and introduced by her millionaire lover to a sensual world of pain and pleasure, Christa is determined to solve the riddle.

Please note: Rough Diamonds was previously released with a different cover. The story includes sexual scenes and BDSM, and is intended for audiences of 18 and over. It these elements offend you, please do not buy this book.

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Excerpt:

Johan stood over her, his gaze intense as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. Christa watched, mesmerised by the sight of his sculpted chest. He might spend most of his time in the financial markets of the diamond trade, but Johan Klaas definitely engaged in more physical pursuits, too. His shoulders were wide, the muscles clearly defined, rippling beneath his skin as he moved. His chest sported a sprinkling of blond hair which thinned as it disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers, drawing Christa’s eye there. She expected his smart suit trousers to follow the shirt, but instead he just kicked off his shoes and peeled away his socks, then came to kneel on the bed between her widespread thighs.

He simply smiled at her, then shoved his hands under her bottom to raise her up from the bed. Then he blew on her clit. Christa shivered, though not with cold. She had never dreamed something so simple could be so erotic, so utterly exquisite.

“Johan, I… Oh! Oh…” She gave up the attempt at speech when he leaned in to draw the flat of his tongue over her wide-open entrance. He repeated the action, and she believed she might melt. He inserted the tip of his tongue inside her weeping pussy, and she lost it entirely. A kaleidoscope of wild colour exploded behind her closed eyelids. Her body convulsed, hips arching up to meet his teasing, torturing mouth as her first orgasm burst from deep in her core.

Christa was panting, amazed at what had just happened. So fast, so fucking overwhelming. She writhed against the restriction imposed by the crimson tie as he continued to tongue-fuck her pussy. She was no expert, not exactly a frequent flyer, but she had enough experience to know she could usually rely on a good ten minutes or so of determined effort from her partner before eliciting so much as a flicker of orgasmic interest. Johan had only to smile at her, tie her up and flick her clit with his tongue and she was lost.

Bring. It. On.

Christa relaxed, spreading her thighs wider, lifting her hips in urgent demand. She prised her eyelids open and lifted her head to peer down the length of her body. Johan caught her gaze, held it, the emerald of his eyes darkened by arousal. He was as turned on as she was. Well, almost.

He paused to smile at her. “Christa…?”

She managed a smile in return, then allowed her head to drop back against the pillow. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t ever stop.”

He returned to his determined, skilful work, tracing the outline of her pussy slowly, deliberately. Then he plunged his tongue inside once more as Christa clenched and bucked under him. He shifted his attention to her clit, taking the swollen nib between his lips and squeezing lightly. He slid two fingers inside her pussy, angling and curling to find that sweet spot where—

“Christ! Jesus, Mary and all the fucking saints…” Christa was almost sobbing with arousal as he brought her hurtling back to the brink of another climax. Johan played her like a musical instrument, teasing just the melody he desired from her body. She was there, hovering, ready to tumble over the edge again, when he stopped.

“Turn over.”

“What…?” Christa gave a swift head shake. “But…”

“There’s enough flexibility in your restraints. Roll over and kneel up on all fours. Now.”

His tone had altered, only very slightly, but enough. A thread of steel now wound around those curt syllables and Christa had no desire to test his resolve. He was in control, that much had been established when she allowed him to tie her to his bed. Now, she wanted to obey him.

An interview with Ashe Barker:

1. Who or what was the inspiration for Christa? Is she anything like you?

Well I’ve never entertained a desire to sell flowers, but the mystery at the heart of Rough Diamonds is based on my experience working in the care system in the UK some thirty years ago so I suppose Christa does draw on something of me.

2. So, tell us a bit more about Johan. He’s stern and sexy, and obviously successful in his career, but what else is there to know?

Well, I think you just about covered the basics there. Johan is driven and successful, but he is also honest in his dealings with a strong sense of duty, and of justice. He wants Christa from the beginning, but he’s willing to work for it and takes nothing for granted. He’s kind to her, and generous, and he shares her sense of adventure and curiosity about the origins of her surprise windfall.

3. Do you see writing as a career?

Yes. I try to be fairly ordered about it. I like to be at my desk (well, more accurately the kitchen table) laptop fired up and coffee to hand, by nine in the morning and I tend to write for most of the day then. There are also a lot of related tasks to keep on top of, mainly to do with promo or research, or keeping in touch with readers and other authors. It’s definitely a full-time job for me.

4. Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

I think it was always there, though I only started writing properly about five years ago. I have always tended to plot stories in my head though, often when sitting in traffic jams on my daily commute. I now work at home so all that time spent inhaling exhaust fumes is finally paying off.

5. If you were to write a book about yourself, what would you name it?

I think at some level or other they are all a little bit about me. I could never write a book about a heroine I didn’t actually like or identify with in some way. Maybe I’d call my autobiography Made a Difference, because I hope that would be true. Perhaps that should be on my gravestone rather than a book cover, come the day.

More about Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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Two O'Clock with the Billionaire by Daryl Devore

Daryl Devoré is here today with her book, Two O’clock with the Billionaire. This is a contemporary romance sweetened with a bit of vanilla sexcapades.

Arianne’s just regular girl pushed into a corner and desperately looking for a way out.

Blurb: Where Derek Davenport is concerned, women only had one thing in mind: trap him into a marriage. The perfect way out? Hire a courtesan. While partying with his buddies he places an online ad that reads – Woman Wanted.
Unemployed and nearing financial desperation, Arianne is forced to step out of her comfort zone and answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With minimal hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to a handsome billionaire.
Their sexual antics cause emotions neither is willing to admit it. Will Arianne and Derek drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?
Note: Two O’clock with the Billionaire was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title A Kept Woman.

Disclaimer: Two O’clock with the Billionaire is intended for a mature audience and contains sexually explicit scenes. If you find this offensive, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Deciding to chance it, she led him to the bedroom then set her bag at the foot of the bed. He opened his mouth to speak, but Arianne placed a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Facing him, she removed his suit jacket, walked to the closet and hung it on a hanger. Tugging at the knot she released his tie and draped it over her shoulder. One at a time she undid the buttons of his shirt and released his cuff links. Sliding her hands up his bare chest, she slipped her hands over his shoulders and pushed the shirt off his body. It dropped to the floor. She picked it up, placed it and the tie on another hanger and the cuff links on the dresser.

With the same care, she removed his shoes, socks and dress slacks, leaving him in his boxers. She pointed to the bed and signaled for him to roll onto his stomach. She kicked off her shoes then reached into her gym bag and took out a bottle of musk scented body oil. Pouring a quantity into her palms, she cupped it until it had warmed, then dribbled it around his back and shoulders. Using her fingertips, Arianne spread the oil over his bare skin. Kneading the shoulders and upper back she felt his muscles loosen. She worked her fingers down his muscled shoulders and arms. She worked until his brow relaxed and his breathing calmed. “Roll over.”

He tucked his arm under and flipped onto his back. Arianne pulled two long silk sashes out of the gym bag.

His eyes widened as he raised his brows.

She patted his stomach. “Trust me?” Grasping his right hand, she tugged until he got the message and sat up on the pillows. Arianne could see Derek’s curiosity, as well as his libido, were becoming aroused when she secured his hands to the bedpost—not with blood halting knots, just silken restraints, like the material of the sashes. His focus remained on her as she repeated the same maneuver to his legs using the longer sashes.

When he was secure and unable to move his limbs, Arianne stood next to the bed and unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled the material opened revealing a sexy, black, lace bra. Placing the palms of her hands on her breasts, she alternated between cupping her breasts and squeezing them. She slipped her right hand along the white fleshy mound of her breast. Derek’s gaze focused on her fingers as they disappeared underneath the dark lace and fondled her nipple. She eased her left hand inside and teased her other nipple. Pulling her hands back out, she dragged her fingers under the bottom band of her bra and slide it up over her breasts exposing them. With her breasts free, she cupped and squeezed, rubbed small circles and rippled her nipples between her fingers.

Her voice was breathless and low. “The skin is so soft. And my nipples are so round and firm, and pink. Do you know what they like?” Her actions matched her words. “They like to be rubbed ever so lightly. Like this. And they love to be teased—twisted between my thumb and finger—like this. They also adore pain. Pulling the nipples like this, stretching just enough to cause pain, but never enough to make me cry. See what it does. It makes them grow firm. Hard as marbles against my soft flesh.”

Mesmerized, Derek’s gaze never left her breasts. Arianne doubted he’d even blinked. She climbed onto the bed near his feet and knelt. Her breasts hung a breath away from his legs. “Besides being caressed they also like to stroke things.” She bent down until her right nipple grazed the skin on his left shin. Moving back and forth, languorously and sensually, she let it slide against him, and then moved over to his right leg. “Can you feel how hard my nipple is? A perfectly firm nipple to slip between two soft, wet, hungry lips. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“You are going to let me play, right?” His voice was husky.

More about Daryl Devoré

Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré'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, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice 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.

#WEWRIWA A Time For Will #Erotic #Romance #SciFi

Do you like a little time travel with your erotic romance? Writing A Time For Will was fun as I combined the genres of romance and erotica with a touch of SciFi.

The story so far: solar storms have ripped a hole in the time-space continuum sending Will Dawson forward in time from 1895 to 2017. He has landed on the long-abandoned Pettigrew farm shortly before sisters Lissie and Hope Pettigrew arrive for the weekend.

Lissie and Hope think Will is an actor, sent by their sister Verity who loves practical jokes. Lissie decides to play along (edited for brevity):

“Okay, Verity,” she said to the bushes. “You can come out now.”

“I told you,” Will said fiercely, “I’m the only one here.”

Lissie grinned. “I believe you, cowboy.” Sidling next to him, she caught his primal smell; it spoke of hard work and honest labor.

He narrowed his eyes at her.

She brushed some dust from his shoulder. “I’ve been asking Santa for someone like you my entire life. I guess the wait was worth it.” She made a kissy face at him.

Disclaimer: A Time For Will is intended for a mature audience, ages 18+. Scenes include spanking adult women and explicitly sexual situations. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

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Two Lies and a Truth by Daryl Devore

Daryl Devoré had a new book out. Her novella Two Truths and a Lie is featured in the recently released Lawmakers box set.

Blurb: Two Truths and a Lie revolves around deceit, betrayal, passion and the theft of a multi-million-dollar, rare, red diamond.

As if multiple planes crashes, a car accident, and a concussion isn’t enough, carefree Byn and straight-lace billionaire, Mark clash over Byn's need for independence and Mark's struggle with guilt pushing him in the opposite direction of love. When an art forger, an art thief and a ninety-year-old woman get involved the chance for true love for Byn and Mark fades.

All is lost until a children's game is their only hope.

Disclaimer: Two Truths and a Lie includes sexually explicit scenes.

Buy Link - Amazon

Excerpt:

He was a complex man. I'd seen two different sides of his personality, with another facet having been hinted at. And now I caught a glimpse into his psyche. A rich businessman showing a concern more for love and world peace than for power. Did that explain his quiet command? He wasn't aggressive and full of bravado, but the underlying authority was there. When he spoke, people listened.

That quiet power was what drew me to him the first night at Lord Middleton's manor. It wrapped him in a sexiness level far above other rich men I'd met and miles beyond Lord Middleton's sexiness level.

But what was I doing letting my thoughts wander? I had a hot, naked man next to me. I blinked and met his gaze. "Time to give you your prize."

He grinned and placed his arms up under his head. "Prize me."

I leaned closer and covered his swelling penis with kisses. His breath quickened. His cock twitched. Changing what I did, I traced his shaft with teasing bites and long licks from bottom to top. When he was completely wet, I slipped the tip into my mouth. Holding him there, I reached around and grazed his bare ass with the tips of my fingers. His body quivered.

Making a circle around him with my finger and thumb, I pressed my lips to my fingers and lowered my mouth as far as I could, then continued the movement with my hand. Pulling my hand back up to my lips, I slid back to his tip, and then lowering my head and hand once again. My fingers reached between his legs and stroked his testicles. "Like that?"

"Mm-hmm. That feels good."

I glanced up, met his gaze, and smiled.

Using a light touch all the way through my coordinated stroke, I kept the pressure steady. His fingers wrapped in my hair as he pulled me closer, trying to get deeper into me.

My speed and pressure increased as the rest of my fingers encircled his engorged shaft and mimicked the efforts of my lips. His hips bucked into me. His breaths came in short sharp pants and the look on his face said he was focused on the delicious delights my mouth and hand provided him.

My left hand alternated from clawing his ass to caressing and squeezing his testicles.

With a groan of frustration, he said, "Stop."

More about Daryl Devoré:

Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré'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, a black cat named Licorice 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.

Question and answers with Daryl Devoré:

What are your current projects?

I am trying to finish a medieval fantasy. But the dragon is getting nasty and I'm too scared to open the document. (or I've hit a block in the writing – lol)

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Marketing. I'm a writer – not a marketer. People go to university to study the subject. Writers are just supposed to know what to do.

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

Torn between Agatha Christie and Dorothy L Sayers. Love the complexity of the story and the way they pull you in.

Do you have any advice for other writers?

Many, many authors will say – learn your craft, study the rules. I say – write the damn book. 90% of the people who start won't finish. So finish it. Yes, it is going to have plot holes, and grammar mistakes – so what. You wrote a book. Now, you can go back and study and fix it.

What’s your favorite line from any movie?

They're over at the Co-op. From Spaced Invaders

His Captive Pet by Measha Stone

His Captive Pet is the third book in Measha Stone’s Owned and Protected series. It sounds hot!

Blurb:

Aubree Stevenson isn’t used to being ordered around, but then her efforts to bring down a dog fighting ring put her life in danger and she ends up in the protective custody of a stern, handsome former Marine.

Blake Turner is not a man to be trifled with, and he wastes no time in making it clear that Aubree will obey him or be punished. After she puts his word to the test, Aubree’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing strapping, and when she continues to defy her strict captor, she quickly discovers that he is prepared to take things much further. Soon enough, she finds herself stripped naked, outfitted with a collar and tail, and eating from Blake’s hand like a well-trained pet.

To her dismay, Aubree’s arousal grows more intense with every shameful display of forced submission. But even as he masters her body and claims her in every way, Blake must keep his captive pet safe from both her enemies and her own recklessness. Will he prove up to the task?

Disclaimer: His Captive Pet contains elements of BDSM, including the discipline of adult women, along with sexually explicit scenes. If this is not to your taste, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

“Guess it’s the hard way. I have to say, I’m not too disappointed about it.”

He lifted off her back just enough to get both hands in front of her to unbuckle the collar and slip it around her throat. She bucked and kicked and tried to wiggle her head away from him, but he had more skills in trapping her than she could have imagined.

His cock pushed against her ass through his jeans. Hard. Beyond hard.

The leather pushed against her throat, cutting off enough air to make her wiggle harder against him.

“Shhh. You can breathe, calm down.” His finger slipped between the leather and her neck. “See, you can breathe.”

She took a slow breath. Air came easily with the buckle latched.

“This shirt has to go.” Another tear, right down the middle of her back. She used the opportunity of him standing up to bolt out from under him.

His booted foot kicked her, catching her in the thigh and sending her sprawling into the dirt patch off the side of the patio. Rocks cut into her hands as she scrambled to get up, but he grabbed her hair, fisting it effortlessly and keeping her on her knees. Her shirt, torn in half down the back, hung from her arms, barely covering her naked breasts.

It only took a flick of his wrist to remove it and toss it aside. The leash snapped onto the collar while she clawed at his hands.

Pulling on the leash, he dragged her to her feet, pressing his face against hers once she stood to her full height.

“I’m not struggling with you anymore, Aubree. You will learn obedience. And your training starts now.” His lips pressed hard against hers. Possession in a kiss. She shoved at his shoulders, but even she could feel her lips soften beneath his. When his tongue trailed across her bottom lip, she opened for him.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she promised herself she’d fight him off; she’d bite him if his kiss deepened. Except when his tongue entered, caressing her own, she only moaned.

His hand still wrapped in her hair, pulled her away from him. Her breath puffed out from her lips as though she’d just run up the hill again.

“Open your mouth, Aubree,” he ordered, glaring down at her with narrowed eyes. There was no hesitancy in his expression. He gave her orders, and he expected them obeyed. She had an idea of what he planned to do; she’d seen that thing in his hand when he’d walked up to her and Devin.

Having the leash on would be hard to take, but she could manage it until he calmed down enough to see reason again. But that thing, that fucking thing was not happening.

“Obey or be punished.” His hand cupped her cheeks, squeezing until she had to spread her jaw enough to release some of the pressure.

“I won’t do it,” she said with her teeth gritted.

“You will.” A promise. Not a thread of doubt in his voice. “Because if you don’t, you’ll crawl the whole way back to the cabin. I’m letting you use your feet… for now… but if you fight me, you’ll be on your hands and knees. I don’t care how cut up you get doing it. I’ll clean you up and make you do it again.”

He would. He’d make her crawl through the rocks and grass, and he wouldn’t relent. Something darker lurked inside Blake, something that should terrify her, but instead pulled her to him. The little spark of danger she’d felt from him at the bar ignited before her.

“Open. Your. Mouth.” He squeezed her cheeks harder, and she let out several huffs of air from her nose.

A tear slipped out the corner of her eye. She fought to keep control, to not give in, but in the end, she did. She opened her mouth, sucking in a breath and watching his face relax.

“There’s a good girl.” His lips stretched into a wide smile, and he held up the damn plug so she could see it. A tail. The man held a butt plug with a silicone doggy tail attached.

He shoved the glass plug into her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue. The plug pushed further down, gagging her.

“I didn’t have time to find the lube, so let’s hope you’re wet enough for this.” He yanked the plug out of her mouth, letting her gulp in a breath of air before he pulled her back to the patio table and shoved her back over the edge.

He kicked at her calves until she spread her legs. God help her, she wasn’t even fighting him.

Rough, thick fingers slid through her sex. He chuckled. “Yep, I’d say you’re wet enough.”

She clenched hard. Useless, she knew, but she had to try. She needed to find some resemblance of her spine. She couldn’t let him go on with her giving in too easily.

More about Measha Stone:

Measha Stone is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, and suspense. She lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and children, who are just as creative and crazy as her. Her vanilla writing has been published in numerous literary magazines, but she’s found her passion in erotic romance.

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Learning To Be Little by Kathryn R. Blake

Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas fits in with the season as well the book I’m looking at today. The amazing Kathryn R. Blake’s latest is now out! Called Learning To Be Little, Kelly’s Story: Unexpected Consequences book 3. It’s the story of a young woman whose childhood has been stolen from her. Having read a lot of this, I’m finding it hard to decide which hot snippet to share. I’m going to give you one from the start of the book.

She thought he was odd, he thought she was perfect

Blurb:

After a bleak childhood in foster care, Kelly's growing mistrust has her running away again and again. Homeless and penniless, with no relatives to harbor her and a penchant for escaping her caretakers, Kelly is finally handed over to one of the few parish orphanages remaining in existence until she turns eighteen, when she is released.

Possessing only a little money, few skills, and even fewer resources, Kelly's attempts at job hunting end up with her prowling the streets in desperation – until a wealthy stranger makes her a proposition she is too cold and hungry to refuse. Though it isn't until he takes her home that she realizes just what she's gotten herself into.

Publisher's Note: Learning To Be Little contains elements of power exchange, and dynamics of age-play as well as discipline. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

"You should never interrupt Daddy when he's talking, pumpkin. You'll get spanked if you do it again. First thing we need—"

"But, how can I—" Kelly wasn't permitted another word before he wrapped his arm about her waist and bent her over. Whack.

"What did I say?" he demanded as his hand fell several more times in quick succession. He hadn't bared her bottom, but it still stung more than she'd thought it would.

"Ow. I'm sorry, sir. I won't do it again. I promise."

He delivered three more swats then let her up. She promptly rubbed her sore backside as he scowled down at her. "What do you say?"

"I apologize for interrupting, but can I ask a question, now?"

"No, you may not. I determine your age, Kelly. It depends entirely on my whim, but I'll make sure you understand the rules whenever I make a change. Let's get you out of those clothes and into a bath. You're in dire need of a firm scrubbing. Also," he said, fingering her dime store gold-metal necklace. "You will not be allowed any jewelry while you're with me."

"I won't?"

"No." He reached for the clasp.

"But my ears are pierced."

Pocketing her necklace, he examined both her earlobes. "Hmm. I don't like my girls to wear earrings, but I will permit you some very small gold studs to keep the holes from closing. We'll go out and purchase them tomorrow along with a few other things I think you'll need. I don't know why it is you young ladies today want to mar your bodies with multiple perforations." He removed the costume jewelry hoops she wore. "Have you any other piercings on your body?"

"No, sir."

"Good, because those you would have to do without." He took off her watch next.

"I can't even wear a watch?"

"No. There's no need for you to tell time since I will structure your day for you." He placed her necklace, earrings, and watch in a small plastic bag he drew from his pocket. "I will keep these and return them, along with your wallet and the money I gave you earlier, when we separate." As he undid the buttons of her blouse, Kelly studied his expression. He didn't have the glazed eyes of a man overcome with lust or desire. Instead, he regarded her clothes and body with clinical detachment. "I will bathe you, always. During that time, I will also shave you, if you require it. I prefer my little girls as hairless as possible where adult women often grow hair. We may eventually decide waxing is easier, but, for today, I will simply shave the hair off. In addition, I will take care of any of your other hygiene needs, like brushing your teeth, and braiding your hair.

"You intend to put my hair in braids?"

"Yes. Or unplaited pigtails, whichever I feel are more appropriate." He stepped back. "So, let's slip out of those panties and bra, shall we?"

More about Kathryn R. Blake:

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

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

Connect with Kathryn R Blake:

Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/KRBlake.page

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Twitter: http://twitter.com/KRBwrites

Blog: http://krbnaughtythoughts.blogspot.com

Website: http://www.kathrynrblake.com

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/kathryn-r-blake

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4058144.Kathryn_R_Blake

 

 

#SatSpanks - The reckoning

The count down to Christmas Day has started. I'm so excited! I love this time of year.

This week I have another excerpt from my story, Love At Last Flight. It is part of the thirteen-story anthology, 12 Naughty Days of Christmas.

This collection is available for a short time for only 99¢ - or read for free with Kindle Unlimited.

For a short time you have the chance to win a Kindle Fire and a box of swag from Blushing Books, details are here: 12 Naughty Days.

Because this will be my last blog here for a while – I’m taking a winter break – this is a little longer than usual:

Background: Lauren has disobeyed a direct order Richard has given her in her motorcycle training. She had directly and deliberately challenged him. They have a dinner date that night, but before they go out…

Richard arrived at her apartment half an hour before they were due to be at the restaurant. Lauren greeted him in her bathrobe, wearing only a lace bra and pantie set underneath it.

“I’m glad to see you’re ready for your spanking,” he said.

She nodded, thrilled that they’d got to the game so quickly.

He kissed her on the mouth, the collarbone and the crease of her cleavage. “Lose the bathrobe. Go. Stand in the corner.” He pointed to a corner of her living room as he shucked off his coat.

“For how long?” She frowned.

“For as long as I please.”

She glared at him, threw down the bathrobe, and stomped over to the spot he’d indicated. Once there she started stretching, arms overhead, behind her.

“Stand still.” The sofa creaked as Richard sat down. “Put your hands behind your back. I want to see those magnificent breasts pushed out. I don’t want to hear a word out of you while you stand there and think about the punishment to come.”

Lauren went still, exactly as told. Minutes dragged by.

An eternity passed before Richard said, “Come and lay yourself across my knees.”

Lauren turned back to him, her stomach somersaulting.

“What’re you going to do?”

“Spank you. What did you think I was going to do after you disobeyed me today?”

“I dunno,” she lied. She’d hoped he’d spank her but now her knees had turned to jelly. “Couldn’t I do something else to apologize?”

Buy link – Amazon

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Conquered by the Captain by Greathouse & Caine

Two of Blushing Books’ talented authors have joined forces to bring you a rollicking new romance set on the high seas. Conquered by the Captain is book 1 in The Conquered series by Pippa Greathouse and Ruby Caine.

Two women on the same ship, sparring with two alpha males while journeying to meet their intendeds. Unfortunately for them, the same man promised marriage to both.

Blurb: Arabella St. John faces a new life, in a new land, as she boards the merchant ship from England to America. Her father has arranged for her marriage in New Orleans, to her dismay. The ship is massive.

She has no desire to be there. Everything and everyone she loves is in England. The chief-mate seems friendly enough, but then she meets Captain Gregory Smythe, who neither needs nor wants women aboard his ship. And he’s quite vocal about it. 

It’s ‘hate at first sight.’

Gregory is unhappy at the thought of having to be responsible for, not one, but two ladies on ship, especially after finding out two merchant ships off the coast of the Carolinas have been recently sunk by Privateers.

On top of that, females aboard a vessel with an all-male crew are trouble; everyone knows that.  And when food goes missing, and a stowaway is found hidden in his very own cabin, he realizes trouble follows Arabella wherever she goes. And when the only two women booked for passage realize they are destined to marry the same man, it all seems to come apart.

And that is just the beginning of their troubles!

Disclaimer: Conquered by the Captain is a sweet romance intended for adults only. Spankings of adult women represented in the book are fantasies only, appropriate for a mature audience only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the authors’ advocating any non-consensual spanking or other sexual activity or the spanking of minors. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Thirty seconds later, he was clearing the top of the wooden platform of the crow’s nest. Pulling himself up, he stopped, and knelt down by her.

“Arabella?”

Her eyes opened long enough to see his face, and she lurched forward, knocking him over on his back, with his head hanging over the side and holding on as if her life depended on it.

“You’re going to push us both to our deaths. Relax.”

“Hold me!” she whispered.

In a half-second, he flipped her over, closer to the center of the platform, until he was on top of her. Her hair cascaded over the floor of the crow’s nest.

“I am. But I swear, young lady, when I get you down, you’ll wish I was nowhere near you. I have only one question for you. Look at me.”

Slowly, she raised her eyes to his. 

“I want to know why you’re up here.”

She lowered her gaze. “That’s not a question.”

“Does the phrase ‘you’re on thin ice mean anything to you? Answer me.” 

She blinked.

“Arabella? Shall I raise your skirts and take my belt to your little bottom with the whole crew standing below and watching?”

“No!” she cried out. “No sir. But—may I tell you when I get down? I-I can’t think right now.”

He took hold of her face, staring down into her eyes. Their gazes locked, and a moment later,

their lips. He deepened the kiss, and she stiffened for just a few seconds, as he sought her tongue with his.

At first she seemed surprised. Gregory raised his head, just slightly, and suddenly Arabella pulled his head down to hers and returned his kiss hungrily. Her tongue danced with his, coaxing it further inside.

A moment later, he raised his head and leaned down, touching his forehead to hers.

More about the Authors:

Pippa Greathouse

Pippa Greathouse has been writing since the fifth grade, after each student was given an assignment to read aloud a story to the class of her their writing.  One horrified teacher later and a class of students who thought the horror story was “cool,” and she was hooked.

Since then, the writing has continued.   She now is an author for Blushing Books, and loves what she does. Her favorite genre is historical fiction romances, where men are “strong, Alpha men” and their feisty ladies who are in need of the discipline they are sure to provide. And historical fiction is perfect for that!

Connect with Pippa Greathouse:

Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B01MY1AWFG

Website: http://www.pippagreathouse.com/

Facebook Author page:  https://www.facebook.com/pippagreathouse/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/PippaG6

Ruby Caine

Ruby Caine, exclusive writer for Blushing Publication. Pippa Greathouse is one of her favorite historical authors, and when the opportunity to work up with Greathouse came up, Caine jumped at the choice. She and her family live near the Big Easy and her stories often take us through the historical setting which follows along the mighty Mississippi. Her Spirits of River Oaks series revolves around the powerful psychic Lenore, who often gets messages from those who have passed on from this world. Another series by Caine is called Katrina’s Aftermath, a group of four contemporary romances minus the paranormal theme. Rounding out books by Ruby Caine is a standalone called Making the Wright Connections, featuring a bratty singer tamed by a sexy cop.

Connect with Ruby Caine:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Ruby-Caine/e/B01M1RYP2H

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100012709365671

Twitter: https://twitter.com/RubyCainecajun