Spanking romance

Absolving Amy by RJ Gray

Today I’m pleased to welcome new author RJ Gray whose book Absolving Amy was released this week. Early reviews describe this as a hard to put down read – perfect for the February doldrums.

His job was to keep her alive, even if it meant doing so with her over his knee.

Blurb: Amy Johnson’s life is a series of bad luck mixed with worse decisions. One of those bad decisions was homicide detective, Ben De Luca. He is sexy, stern, and everything she could ever want, but her past forces her out of his bed and from his life. That is, until she finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now, she has no choice but to submit to his presence in her life.
Will she accept Ben’s protection and open herself up to his love, or will she allow the walls she has built around her heart to force Ben out of her life, for good, this time?
Publisher's Note: Absolving Amy is an action-packed romance contains graphic scenes as well as spanking and power exchange themes. Please do not read it if this offends you.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

“Broken people can't hold three jobs while acing all their college classes. Broken people don't help little kids feel safe, just by being in the same room as them,” Ben said without pausing in the swinging of his heavy utility belt.
Amy knew he was being sincere; she heard it in his tone.
The belt continued to fall as he spoke again, branding his words into her body. "You are mine, baby girl. You are beautiful, intelligent, and kind. I love you, and together, we are whole. Do you understand? You aren't broken or damaged. You are wonderfully whole, and you complete me."
His words touched her soul, the building of the internal storm finally coming to a head. A raw scream erupted from her lips as she imploded, the emotions tumbling from deep inside her outward. She collapsed onto the bed, sobbing. Her body trembled as Ben brought the belt down five more times, harder than she had ever felt before, the pain of each lash cleansing her. Then, she heard it fall to the floor with a thud.”

More about RJ Gray

RJ Gray started writing at the age of five when she won her elementary school’s story contest. Her writing has evolved from short stories about unicorns to books about dominant alpha males and feisty, stubborn females. RJ holds college degrees in both social work and criminology, topics that can often be found in her novels. She has spent the past fifteen years the wife of an Army bomb technician and as such, she has a passion for military and veteran causes. RJ lives in Virginia with her husband, two young sons and their recently rescued beagle-lab puppy. 

RJ loves hearing from her readers. You can email her at AuthorRJGray@gmail.com

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Taken as Theirs by Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie Fortune has a new book out. If you know her work, you know it’s going to be a mix of the weird and wonderful. Taken as Theirs is a lively, sexy visit to the paranormal world.

They’d buy her, free her, and persuade her to have werewolf babies.

Blurb:
As a breeder--one of the few fertile women left in a ruined, plague-ravaged world--Cassie would fetch a handsome price at auction, and selling her to the highest bidder was exactly what her captors had in mind... until two fearsome beasts decided to take her for themselves.
Eli and Dane have chosen Cassie for their mate, and when she makes a foolish attempt at escape she quickly ends up tearfully promising obedience as her bare bottom is soundly and shamefully punished. Her body's response to their stern dominance cannot be denied, however, and it isn't long before she is screaming out her intense, helpless pleasure as she is roughly and thoroughly claimed. But will Eli and Dane's pack accept a human girl or will Cassie be an outsider forever?
Publisher's Note: Taken as Theirs includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

A tic started in Dane’s jaw. When he took a deliberate step toward her, Cassie panicked and ran for the door. Grabbing her around the waist, Eli dragged her toward the bed. He perched on the edge and pulled her over his knee. “A bare bottom spanking should remind you not to put yourself at risk.”
She hung, head down, feet kicking as she tried to break free. Eli planted his huge hand in the small of her back and pinned her in place. His touch felt like a warm caress that leached the fight out of her.
When he stroked his free hand over her bottom, her cunny dampened. His voice turned raspy and hoarse, as though he struggled to speak. “When I’m done, Dane will punish you for making him dive into that swell. Those waves could have battered you against the barge or washed you away. Your actions were inexcusable, whatever your motives.”
He shoved the baggy jumper he’d loaned her up around her waist, baring her bottom. Hissing in a breath, she kicked and struggled, desperate to escape his grip. He tangled his legs through hers and stroked her bare bottom. “Stay still, princess, or I’ll double your punishment.”
Cassie’s head-down, bottom-up position made her feel defenseless and weak. No one, not even her parents, had ever laid a hand on her. Even in human form, werewolves were super strong with enough stamina to keep them going for days. Hell, if he hit her too hard, he could shatter her spine. She’d been an idiot to think these dominant males had a kindly side.
Cassie lifted her head and tried to catch Dane’s eye. For all his stern exterior, he could stop Eli from spanking her—she hoped. “Please don’t do this. I’m sorry. I was stupid, okay? Isn’t it enough that the pair of you scared me half to death yesterday when you busted me out that castle? Now you’re going to beat me for trying to get away from killer werewolves. I’m begging you. Let me up, please.”
Dane surprised her by crouching beside her and smoothing her curls back from her face. He gathered her wrists in one hand and stared into her eyes. “We’re sorry we scared you when we sprang you from the vampires. Not that you gave us much choice. I’m going to stay beside you while Eli spanks you. Keep your eyes on me.”
She’d thought Dane was the stern one who’d do anything to get what he wanted. The way he reassured her helped, but she still wriggled and kicked to get free.

Getting to know Kryssie Fortune – and author Q&A

Tea or coffee?
Coffee. I must be one of the few Brits that loathes tea.

Starter or desert?
Starter, every time.

Walk or ride?

Assuming it’s a short journey, I’ll always walk. I live on the coast and try to walk on the beach every day.

Film or book?
Always the book. I can picture it my way then.

Vampire or Werewolf?
Since most of my paranormal romances feature werewolves, I’ve got to say werewolf

More about Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie lives by the beach and loses track of time when she writes. Her days are full of dashing regency rakes, former soldiers so handsome they make her drool, and the sexiest werewolves ever. The odd vampire makes it in there too, but when he does, he’s drop dead gorgeous.

Her pet hates are unhappy endings and cliff hangers. She guarantees you won’t find either in her books. Her books sizzle with sensual heat, but story always comes before sex. Even when part of a series, her books can be read as stand-alone romance.

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Merry Christmas from me to you!

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

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

Read on:

Before being tied up with Christmas, what was Yule?

A pagan midwinter festival

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

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

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

Birth.

What was the original title of The Night Before Christmas?

A Visit from St. Nicholas

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

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Claiming Mia by BJ Wane

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

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

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

Buy links: Blushing BooksAmazon

Excerpt

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

BJ Wane in her own words:

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

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

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

Blurb:

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

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

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

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

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

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

Being Obedient by Pippa Greathouse & Ruby Caine

The dynamic duo – Pippa Greathouse and Ruby Caine – are penning a new series, The Unsettling of Gold River. The first book, Being Obedient, is out now.

Blurb:

The quiet little town of Golden River, California has been a man’s haven since the beginning of the Gold Rush. And that’s the problem. Other than Faith Bartlett, an older widow who lives outside town, there are no other women there. But all that’s about to change, the moment saucy Obedience Bartlett, along with two younger mail-order brides step off the stage.
Keeping three mischievous ladies safe from a town full of men who have not had their arms around a woman in years? Tobias Madison is the man saddled with the responsibility. The adventures begin.
And the settled little town of Golden River is about to become quite 'unsettled'.

Publisher's note: Being Obedient is a historical romance, set in the days of the Gold Rush. It is steamy and contains power exchange themes. Please do not read it if this if offensive to you.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt: 
Tobias frowned. "I have the distinct feeling, Miss Obedience—"
"Obie." 
He took a deep breath and repeated his statement once again. "I have the feeling, Obedience, that you're doing your best to manipulate me. And while I am a gentleman, I don't take kindly to attempts at playing me like a puppet. A word of warning to you. I do spank young ladies who are intent on it." 
Was that a brief widening of those big blue eyes he saw? If so, she recovered quickly.
"Oh, if I gave you that impression, sir, I do apologize. But please answer one more question?"
He was glaring; he knew it. At the moment, he wanted to grasp her by the shoulders and put her across his knee. Badly. 
"Go on," he said, through clenched teeth.
"Well, I was just wondering if the only other reason was because there is no place in town to stay?" 
"We were told there would be a hotel for us to stay in when we arrived." Danny looked up at him, keeping her voice soft. 
"There is one being built as we sit here, ladies. But it's not finished. And even if it were, there is no female chaperone to look out for you."
"I see." Obedience was chewing her lower lip thoughtfully. 
Tobias narrowed his eyes. "Do you?" 
She nodded eagerly, and dimples showed as her eyes twinkled mischievously. "And now, I believe I can share my surname with you, Sheriff." But that was all she said, and he leaned down toward her, a threatening growl to his voice. 
"I'm waiting, young lady," he said sternly. 
She leaned back in her chair, a wide grin spreading across her delicious mouth. "My name is Obie Ann Bartlett," she said triumphantly. "Faith Bartlett is my aunt." 
He stared, his eyes narrowing even further.
She stared back. Finally, she leaned forward, her chin resting on a small gloved hand. "So you see, sir, we do indeed have a safe place to stay. And a chaperone."


Pippa Greathouse in her own words

An assignment by my elegant and sweet fifth grade teacher was what started it all. The assignment? To write a short story and read it aloud to the class.
Enter a story about a group of fifth grade kids camping in the woods who were attacked by a Grizzly; add body parts everywhere and kids being mauled to death one by one, and pile on top one horrified teacher (Poor Mrs. J!). The kids thought it was cool, however, and I was hooked.
Writing continued throughout Junior and Senior High, in the form of space stories, then spy stories, and by the time I reached high school, had turned into romances!  Every year when spring fever hit, I would take my notebook outside at lunchtime, and soak up the sun, and write. Then I would take it home and type it up on onionskin paper, on an old Underwood typewriter (Yes, I know I'm old!)
One day a few years ago while cleaning, I came upon a tote containing a wad of onionskin paper, rolled up. I was delighted to find a story that I had written when I was about eighteen, and thought, "Hmm, I wonder what would happen if I sat down and re-wrote this? And submitted it?”
My favorite Heroine?    One with intelligence, integrity, courage, and firm determination. I love to have the heroine and hero ‘make a difference’ in the surroundings and lives of others in the story.
And needless to say, my favorite hero is an "Alpha male" who loves his woman to distraction, but is smart (yes, in my opinion, smart is extremely sexy!) stern, and willing to be as strict as necessary to protect her from danger, even danger from herself.

More about Ruby Caine

Ruby Caine, is an 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 signer tamed by a sexy cop. 

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: @PippaG6

Connect with Ruby Caine:

Email: rubycaine@cox.net
Amazon page at: https://www.amazon.com/Ruby-Caine/e/B01M1RYP2H
Twitter page is located at :  https://twitter.com/RubyCainecajun
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More exciting titles from Pippa Greathouse and Blushing Books:

The Strasburg Chronicles (5 Book Series)

Angelica’s Rescuer: Book one
Merrie’s Hero: Book two
Cinderella’s Lawman: Book three
The Return of Lucy Grace: Book four
Macie’s War: Book five
Standalone Time Travel Romance
Time for Change
Strasburg, the New Generation
Judging Cicely
Katie’s Maverick

His Innocent Bride by Kryssie Fortune

The amazing Kryssie Fortune joins me today with here new Regency spanking romance, His Innocent Bride.
Blurb: Going about her mundane life in a small fishing village, Alethea never dreamed she would end up with a man like the Earl of Deanswood, yet when she caught the handsome gentleman's eye he wasted no time in making her his wife. Unbeknownst to Alethea, however, her conniving mother has convinced Deanswood that she has no interest in the marital bed. Devastated by his seeming disinterest, Alethea searches for someone to instruct her in the ways of enticing a man.
When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea's plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea's life is threatened by her mother's vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?
DisclaimerHis Innocent Bride is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon – Free on Kindle Unlimited

Excerpt

The way he ran his hand up and down her spine made her thighs turn weak, but she’d promised to obey him. Unfair as that seemed, she would do as he asked. He’d already told her to strip, so rising to her feet, she let the blanket fall to the floor and untied the belt of her borrowed dressing gown. The silk slid from her shoulders and slithered down her arms. It pooled on the floor at her feet.
She covered her nipples with her right arm and used her left hand to shield her pussy.
He sucked in a breath. Voice stern, he commanded, “Arms at your sides. That’s it. God, woman, you’re temptation personified. I’ve pictured you naked since I brought you off that first time, but I never imagined you as beautiful as this. Turn around, let me see every inch of you.”
All her life, her mother had insisted vanity was a sin. When her husband called her beautiful, Alethea’s smile shone brighter than the summer sun. As she pirouetted before him, her nipples hardened, and damp heat flooded her pussy. In a perfect world, she’d study his bare chest and delicious-tasting cock too, but she was too shy to ask.
Holding her gaze, he beckoned her closer. “Come here, chick. Because you’ve accepted that I’m in charge in our marriage, I’ll forgo the punishment spanking you deserve. Instead, I’ll spank you for our mutual pleasure. Put yourself in danger again, and I’ll blister your beautiful bottom with my belt. Do you understand?”
She nodded and took a nervous step toward him. How any spanking could be for pleasure was beyond her, but she’d trust her husband and obey his commands. Another two steps and she stood with her knees at right angles to his lap.
A nervous glance showed her his cock had grown to humongous proportions. When she’d worn her blindfold, she’d never seen his arousal. Now it fascinated and delighted her.
When he pulled her over his knee, his cock dug into her hip. Positioned like this, she felt like a naughty child. She tensed when he stroked her bare bottom.
Deanswood patted it gently. “Relax, or this will hurt more than it should.”
Those were easy words for him to say, but hung over his lap with her bottom in the air, she felt vulnerable and scared. Taking a deep breath, she untensed the muscles in her bottom.
He brought his hand down in a sharp smack that made her yelp. Heat exploded through her, warming her bottom. Another two blows followed in quick succession, one on each cheek. The way he spread the pain made her wail. Tears misted her eyes, but she clasped his ankles and tried to stay still. Another slap, harder than before, made her sob in earnest. Her bottom blazed. Pain crescendoed through her like thunderbolts that jarred her bones.
Her mind fogged and her vision blurred. She forgot the terrors of her day. Forgot where she was. She couldn’t even remember her name. Her world narrowed until only she and Deanswood existed. His next two strikes made her howl.

More about Kryssie Fortune.

Kryssie reads everything and anything, from literary fiction to sizzling romance. Her earliest memory is going to the library with her mother. She can’t have been more than two at the time. Reading, especially when a book’s hot and explicit, is more than a guilty pleasure. It’s an obsession.
Kryssie loves to visit historic sites, from Hadrian’s wall to Regency Bath. The first book she fell in love with was Georgette Heyer’s The Unknown Ajax. After that, she devoured every regency book she could. After a while, they went out of fashion, but part of Kryssie’s psyche lives in in in Regency London. She longs to dance quadrilles and flirt behind fans. Of course, Kryssie’s heroines do far more than flirt.
Kryssie lives in Bridlington on the Yorkshire coast –about thirty miles from Whitby, where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. She enjoys gardening, travel, and socializing with her author friends. You’d be surprised how many erotic romance authors live in the North of England.

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


Question and answers with Kryssie Fortune.

What does your main character do that is so special?
My heroine, Lady Alethea grew up in a remote fishing village on the Kent coast. A strict religious sect holds sway there. They disapprove of everything - singing, dancing, laughing. Even smiling is a sin. Alethea dreams of a happy future not one sent peddling fish. When James, Earl of Deanswood drives his yellow phaeton into the village, he reminds of the Greek God Apollo driving his flaming chariot across the sky. Not that she can admit to knowing Greek Myths in her village. She gives her heart in an instant, but although Deanswood marries her within a week, he doesn’t do the same.
What is your hero like?
James, Earl of Deanswood never expected to inherit the title. His father and older brother died the same day the battle of Waterloo started. Deanswood enlisted as a boy soldier and although he attained the rank of major, he sold out when he learned of his father’s death. Although it’s never officially stated in the book, he suffers from PTSD.
Describe your writing process and the way you brainstorm story ideas.
Brainstorm? It’s more like batter them to death with a hammer. I start with a random scene in my head and work out how people got there. Sometimes that one scene doesn’t even make it into the story. Once I’ve got the first draft finished, I edit, and edit, and edit. The first readthrough is to check the plot works. The next three are to polish the words. After that, I print it out and read it again. Words look different on paper. Next, I read it out loud. Then, and only then, do I let my husband read it. Not that he’s a romance fan, but I’m dyslexic. He sees things I don’t.
After all that, my editor still makes changes.

Double Takes by Pippa Greathouse

Pippa Greathouse is back with an exciting new book, Double Takes. This contemporary novel combines mystery with a spicy dash of erotica.

Adam has his own set of rules, intended to keep Samantha safe

Blurb: 

Samantha Hillis, a widow of three years, has just begun to put her life back together when a shooter in the parking lot of the mall destroys dozens of cars and causes multiple injuries. Sam is pulled into the arms of Adam Stapleton, a handsome lieutenant of the Highway Patrol, and she feels for the first time in years what it’s like to be held in a man’s arms. And it’s wonderful.

But Adam has his own set of rules, intended to keep her safe.

As a series of double-takes and other events happen that make her doubt her own judgement, she realizes she’s been drawn into a web of suspicion. She’s now the object of a murder investigation, of stalking, and her own home has been broken into and ransacked. The only one she can trust now is Adam.

Disclaimer: Double Takes 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:

 “Don’t pick those up. Just tell me what they say, and I’ll bring them.”

“Nonsense. I’m strong as an ox.” She lifted it, surprised that it weighed as much as it did.

“Samantha!”

Surprised at his tone of voice, she froze. He moved toward her and took it from her, frowning.  “What did I just tell you?”

“Not to, but I’m—”

“I heard what you said.” His voice was firm. “This is my house. I’ll do the heavy stuff. Do you hear me?”

She took a step backward, away from him. “I hear you.”

“Then do as I say.” His voice was not just firm. There was a stern quality to it.

She stared at him, speechless, and blinked. She was at a loss. It wasn’t the first time today that he’d used that tone of voice with her.

“I don’t like being scolded.” She had to admit, she sounded petulant.

 “There’s a way to avoid it.” He moved into the kitchen with the oversized box, setting it on the island. When she didn’t respond, he turned to her. “Some of these are quite heavy. I don’t want to be responsible for you getting hurt.”

“I’m accustomed to doing things for myself.  And I’ve handled heavier things than this.”

He leaned one hand on the countertop, turning. “I’m absolutely sure that’s true. And perhaps in the past three years you’ve had to do it a lot. On the other hand, this is my house and right now you’re my responsibility, so these are my rules. Now. That’s all I’m going to say about it, except for this. The next time I see you doing it, I’ll smack your bottom.”

She gasped. “You wouldn’t dare.”

His face was close to hers; quite close.

“Try me.”

Pippa Greathouse in her own words

An assignment by my elegant and sweet fifth grade teacher was what started it all. The assignment: to write a short story and read it aloud to the class.

Enter a story about a group of fifth grade kids camping in the woods who were attacked by a Grizzly; add body parts everywhere and kids being mauled to death one by one, and pile on top one horrified teacher (Poor Mrs. J!). The kids thought it was cool, however, and I was hooked.

Writing continued throughout Junior and Senior High, in the form of space stories, then spy stories, and by the time I reached high school, had turned into romances!  Every year when spring fever hit, I would take my notebook outside at lunchtime, and soak up the sun, and write. Then I would take it home and type it up on onionskin paper, on an old Underwood typewriter (Yes, I know I'm old!)

One day a few years ago while cleaning, I came upon a tote containing a wad of onionskin paper, rolled up. I was delighted to find a story that I had written when I was about eighteen, and thought, "Hmm, I wonder what would happen if I sat down and re-wrote this? And submitted it?”

My favorite Heroine? One with intelligence, integrity, courage, and firm determination. I love to have the heroine and hero ‘make a difference’ in the surroundings and lives of others in the story.

And needless to say, my favorite hero is an "Alpha male" who loves his woman to distraction, but is smart (yes, in my opinion, smart is extremely sexy!) stern, and willing to be as strict as necessary to protect her from danger, even danger from herself.

Connect with Pippa Greathouse

Email: pippagreathouse@gmail.com

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

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

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

Twitter: https://twitter.com/PippaG6

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/pippa-greathouse

More exciting titles from Pippa Greathouse and Blushing Books:

The Strasburg Chronicles (5 Book Series)

Angelica’s Rescuer: Book one

Merrie’s Hero: Book two

Cinderella’s Lawman: Book three

The Return of Lucy Grace: Book four

Macie’s War: Book five

Standalone Time Travel Romance

Time for Change

Strasburg, the New Generation

Judging Cicely

Katie’s Maverick

The Viking's Possession by Felicity Brandon

Felicity Brandon has a new book out and you know what that means – a sizzling new romance! Today The Viking’s Possession is in the spotlight.

War captured her, desire captivated her, but can her Viking captor truly possess her?

Blurb:

After she saves the life of Prince Anders, the Viking warrior who took her as his captive and tamed both her body and her heart, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose knows that she can never return home again. She will belong to Anders forever, as his bride and his possession, destined to be used and enjoyed as thoroughly, shamefully, and often as he pleases.

Though Anders has proven many times that he is more than willing to punish her bare bottom harshly for any disobedience, with war fast approaching between her brother and her husband, Aurelie puts her own life in danger in the hopes of making peace. But when her reckless gamble goes wrong, can Anders rescue his headstrong young wife before any harm comes to her?

Publisher’s note: The Viking's Possession is the sequel to The Viking's Conquest, but can be read as a stand-alone novel. It includes spankings, and sexual scenes, including some scenes of sexual humiliation. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Ignoring me, Anders presses on, pushing the phallus inside my ass. I buck against my bondage as it invades me, utterly conflicted by the experience. The ropes make it impossible to prevent this intrusion, and we both know it. This is why Anders has chosen to secure me in such a bizarre way. My sex and my ass are totally exposed, and vulnerable to his every dark desire.

“Feel my phallus claim you, my sweeting.” His voice floats from down between my legs. “You will take this for me for the rest of this punishment, and whilst you do, you’ll remember who is in charge. You’ll remember who can touch, claim, and explore, and who must yield, receive, and endure.”

I groan again, my head now flat against the bedding as the stone fills my ass. It’s not the largest implement, and Anders’ manhood is certainly longer, but the hard, cold stone is different to what I’m used to. It’s odd and unsettling, reinforcing Anders’ point with perfect clarity—he is in charge. He is in control. All I can do is take it, take the phallus and take my punishment.

Once he is finally satisfied that I have taken the length of the stone, Anders swats my ass playfully. “Good girl,” he says teasingly. “You will keep that phallus in place until I tell you otherwise.” His body shifts and his face comes into view over my bound body. “Do you understand?”

I’m nodding even before I’ve had time to process his question. This is what Anders does to me. He takes my usual clear-headed wilfulness and turns it to mush. I can argue, I can push and protest, but in the end, I know I will always submit to this man. “Yes, I understand, my Lofðungr,” I murmur.

He nods, smiling as he leans down to plant a chaste kiss on my panting mouth. “Now, let me pleasure you some more…”

His body slips from view and I squirm needlessly in my ropes. It’s like I cannot keep still because I know now what he has in mind. He doesn’t want to pleasure me at all, he only wants to build me up to the brink of ecstasy, before abandoning the pursuit. He wants to torture me with denial—that is my punishment. As his mouth descends to my pulsating sex once more, I’m overwrought with misery. His ministrations are amazing, his tongue flicking over my excited nib at perfect intervals, whilst the phallus fills my ass in its hard and denigrating way.

Within a moment I am right there again. My mind reels, and I consciously try to control my breathing, reasoning that I can fool Anders. Perhaps if I don’t make my burgeoning pleasure so obvious, I can trick him into thinking I am not at the brink. Perhaps I can achieve my orgasm after all? The idea gives me a glimmer of hope. I close my eyes, willing myself to remain as calm as I can in light of his merciless pursuit of my suffering, but oh, Gods, it’s just too good. Before I know what is happening I am panting again, my nipples beading painfully as Anders takes me right to the brink, before—inevitably—stopping short of allowing me to climax.

This time I screech in frustration, not caring what the consequences of my outburst will be. Damn him! Damn this man who has captured me in just about every way possible. It’s as though this Viking can read my mind, and he knows instinctively when I am about to explode. He is the only man who has ever known me carnally, and it seems he is truly at one with my body.

“Now, now, Aurelie,” he tells me, admonishing me in a gleeful way. “What did I warn you about that pretty little mouth?”

My eyes fly open, and I moan out of instinct, my hips—still rolled forward by the bondage—struggling desperately for some stimulus as Anders shifts from the bed. I’m vaguely aware of him stripping beside me, and then he disappears from my view, striding to the other side of the room. By the time he returns, I’m desperate. The weight of the contradiction afflicts me. The same things that irritate and repel me—the strange bondage, the phallus shoved inside me, and the unrelenting denial of pleasure—also arouse me. I know without needing to check that I am soaking with desire. Anders is playing my body like an instrument.

“Open up, my sweeting,” his voice coos from my left side.

I blink up at his towering naked form. His body is hard, chiselled perfection, and his cock juts out eagerly in front of him. My eyes dart to his hand, which he presents to me. Between his thumb and forefinger is one of the small orange fruits he had taunted me with in the Viking camp. My belly knots in anxiety. I know what is coming next.

“Now, Aurelie,” he tells me, his tone increasingly insistent.

My lips part slowly, my breath shaky with apprehension as I comply.

The expression on Anders’ face is pure lust as he appraises me. “I warned you, my sweeting,” he purrs, and I watch as the fruit moves into view, descending slowly toward my waiting mouth. “I asked for silence, and since you cannot comply, instead I offer you fruit. I’m sure you remember my favourite fruit, Aurelie.” He chuckles at his own words. “I always keep a bowl of fresh fruit in my chambers.”

If he expects a reply, then he gives me no time to offer one. The orange fruit slides perfectly into my mouth, capturing my teeth around its soft flesh. He grins down at me, satisfied with what he sees, and I do not try to resist. The fruit, I suppose, is inevitable. He must have known I would never be able to contain my responses during this penance, even if I hadn’t. This is what Anders had planned all along.

The realisation makes me wretched, or at least it would do if I wasn’t so intolerably turned on.

More about Felicity Brandon:

Felicity is a #1 international bestselling, and award-winning writer of dark, spanking romance. Head in the clouds, you can usually find her either plotting her next book, hitting the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music. She lives to write though and is happiest creating desire and kink at her keyboard.

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Website and blog: https://felicitybrandonwrites.com/

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#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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