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Her Hero by Jane Henry and Maisy Archer

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Jane Henry and Maisy Archer’s book, Her Hero, has been for sale for about half a day and already it has 37 reviews (probably more by the time this blog post is live) with an average rating of 4.9 stars - which is no surprise. If it's from this dynamic duo, you know it's going to be hawt! I’ve got my copy - do you have yours?

Blurb:

Donnie Nolan learned early that the secret to life is control. Born into a world of blood and violence, he broke free from the chains of his past with the help of Master Blake and his crew at The Club, and vowed that nothing would drag him back… until a knock at the door reminds him that there are some chains that can never be broken.

All Grace Diaz had ever dreamed about was freedom – freedom to control her destiny, to explore her passions, and to love the boy who’d always been her hero. But those dreams died the day Donnie Nolan left the neighborhood. Now, thanks to her older brother’s debts, Grace has become a pawn in a criminal chess game. Kidnapped and held by a man with ties to human traffickers, freedom has never felt like more of a dream.

Donnie must confront his painful past to save Grace. But what will happen when she realizes that he’s not the knight in shining armor she once thought he was, but a sadist who longs for control? Will Donnie be able to reconcile his dark desires with his need to be… her hero?

Publisher's Note: Her Hero is intended for adults only. It contains raw elements of violence, power exchange, and mild BDSM, including the disciplining of adult women. If these themes offend you, please do not purchase.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

“Doesn’t matter. Is it true? Is it wrong for me to want things with you? Things I… things I’ve only read about? Things I’ve wanted to try? I was a virgin until this morning, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t thought about it. Dreamed about it. Do you only want me if I’m some pure, sweet, virginal little—”

“No!” he told her, stung by her words. “Christ, no. I’ve wanted you from the second I laid eyes on you in that tiny little bed at Joe’s. I could barely keep my hands off you, even then, and every minute since has been… torture.”

She shook her head impatiently. “Then you’ve gotta see that I’m not a little girl anymore. I haven’t been for a long time. I’ve been dealing with mi mama, and Pedro, and Mikey, and all that bullshit for years. Running the household, holding down a job. I love that you want to take care of me, and God, I want you to do that. I like having you in control. But I don’t need to be locked in an ivory tower. I don’t need to be protected from my own desires or yours, because… That’s not safety, it’s suffocation.”

“You’re wrong,” he said, the words rough and heavy. “It’s not about girls you fall in love with and girls you fuck. I don’t even know what that means. There is only one girl I’ve ever fallen in love with, Grace Diaz, and if you think I don’t want to fuck you every minute of the day, you’re crazy.” He lowered his head and bit her bottom lip hard enough to make her moan, and his hands slid around to cup her ass. “But I don’t want to do anything that would harm this… us. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

She pressed herself against him, and he could feel the stiff peaks of her nipples rubbing against his chest, even through their clothing. He bit back a groan.

“If you want me, the real me, you can’t put me on a pedestal,” she whispered. “Believe me when I tell you what I want and what I need. And if you want this thing we have growing between us to last? Then you’ve got to show me the real you, and trust that I can handle what you need, too.”

Donnie sucked in a breath and lifted his hand to cup her cheek. The wind whipped her long hair around his arm, tethering them together.

“And what do you want, Grace?” he demanded.

She stared at him, unflinching.

“I want all of it. Every kinky thing you’ve ever done to another girl, I want you to do with me. Every dirty fantasy you’ve ever had in the dark of night that made you blush in the morning, everything you’ve ever tried to convince yourself that you shouldn’t want, that no nice girl would ever want, I want you to unleash on me. I want you to tie me up, strap me down, and show me how very, very good it can feel to hurt.”

Her words were a match that set fire to his blood. His cock strained against his jeans, his pulse beat a furious tempo in his brain. That was what she wanted? What she needed?

Nothing in life had ever come easily to Donnie. He’d never gotten anything that he didn’t have to fight and bleed for, and suddenly this woman, his woman, was saying that his every twisted fantasy was his for the taking… that he could have the beauty and the glory of Grace, and every depraved thing he craved, as well? He couldn’t make sense of it.

She simply didn’t understand what she was asking for.

But he’d show her.

About the Authors

Jane Henry

Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.

Maisy Archer

Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves - coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family - her love of words has only continued to grow... in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.

 

 

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His Babygirl (Boston Doms Book 4) Jane Henry & Maisie Archer

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In case you’ve been living under a rock and haven’t heard, Jane Henry and Maisy Archer have a sizzling hot new book out and it's burning up the charts. His Babygirl is Boston Dom Book 4.

Blurb:

Alice Cavanaugh learned early that the only person she could count on was herself. As a single mom, she works hard to provide the best life possible for her son Charlie, and to earn the respect of those around her. She might take part in a scene at The Club, but she's way too busy to be anyone's full-time submissive. And that's fine with her, since the one dominant she's fantasized about submitting to has given her nothing but mixed-signals and heartache… until now.

Alexander "Slay" Slater, a former Marine and Dungeon Master at The Club, has been eyeing Alice for a while now… from a distance. But now that he's set his sights on her, he's all in. He will make her feel safe and cared for, and attend to her every need—including taking her over his knee for a sound spanking when she needs it.

But when Alice and Slay are roped into a dangerous entanglement with an insidious drug cartel, their relationship is put to the test. Can Alice trust Slay, even when it means ignoring her own fears and instincts? Can Slay keep Alice safe from the dangers that they face? Above all, can they overcome the obstacles that keep them apart—so that Slay can become Alice's Daddy, and Alice… his babygirl?

DISCLAIMER: His Babygirl contains the spanking of adult women, mild elements of age-play, and BDSM including power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Excerpt:

Slay moved in behind her and the door shut behind him with a soft click. Without saying a word, he reached for the thermostat on the wall and bumped the temperature up several degrees.

He’d seen her shiver and he was keeping her safe and comfortable. But without touching her, naturally. Keeping his distance.

And that wasn’t what she wanted at all.

Alice sighed, tired and defeated. “Slay, I can’t do this.”

“Face the wall and spread your legs.”

Alice turned to find him leaning back against the door, his arms folded over his chest, his face impassive and his eyes… burning.

She shook her head quickly. “No. This isn’t what I want.”

Before she had time to think, he was behind her, turning her. One strong forearm wrapped around her stomach, holding her against him, while the other braced them against the wall. He tilted her head to the side with his chin and whispered in her ear.

“Bullshit. You wanted this. You wanted exactly this. That’s why you’ve defied me for the past few months, working the main bar, wearing this skimpy leather skirt. And that’s why you went outside tonight. You knew every inch of this building is covered by security cameras. You knew I’d see you, that I’d come for you. And I did.”

Oh. Oh, God. Where was the instant denial that should be coming to her lips? Where was the outrage?

She couldn’t summon any. Her heart raced as she recognized the truth… maybe he was right. Maybe she had known.

“Spread your legs for me, Alice,” he commanded softly. “Let me do this.” And as though her muscles obeyed his command without consulting her brain, her feet moved apart and she arched forward.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“That’s my girl,” he approved, and Alice felt a brief flare of pleasure at his words… and then her thoughts completely stuttered to a halt.

Oh my God. Pressed against her ass was a rock-hard erection that, like everything about Slay, was of mammoth proportion. And she knew in that instant that he wasn’t simply a little turned on by their positions, and he wasn’t just understandably excited by the impending spanking, like any dom might be. No, he was violently, rampantly aroused in a way that said he’d been suffering this way for more than a minute or two. He was hard as a fucking stone, for her. He was as invested in this as she was.

And that changed everything.

From one second to the next, she surrendered completely. And she knew he felt it when he stepped back, no longer fighting her or even commanding her, but arranging her pliant limbs into the proper position, bending her at just the right angle.

She closed her eyes and listened to his harsh breathing, concentrated on the tingles of sensation she felt when his fingers brushed against her skin. She was so turned on that her pussy throbbed with it. She needed his hands on her right that second.

He knelt behind her, his hands guiding her high-heeled feet just a few inches further apart, and then he stopped. His hands dragged up the insides of her bare legs, from her ankles up her smooth calves to her knees, and then further, along the backs of her thighs to the hem of her short black leather skirt, now pulled taut against her spread legs. He stood up, hooked his fingers under the hem and lifted it, centimeter by centimeter, exposing the swell of her ass, shielded only by the tiniest scrap of black lace, to his eyes.

It was exquisite torture waiting for that first slap to land, imagining his eyes on her flesh, wondering what he thought and whether he could possibly be as turned on as she was.

And then his broad, hot palm hit her cool flesh, and she could think of nothing but that.

Holy shit, but it hurt.

Maybe it was because her emotions were running high, or maybe because she hadn’t had a good session in weeks, but the pain was startling in its intensity. In the two years she’d been into the club scene, out of the dozen or more guys that had spanked her ass in that time, she’d never felt the pain come on so swiftly and powerfully.

“You messed up tonight, little girl,” he told her as she gritted her teeth through a half-dozen swats.

Alice frowned. What had he said? The pain made it hard to focus.

“Uh. Yes. Yes, sir. Sorry.” She recited her expected line dutifully.

But from behind her, she heard Slay mutter “Jesus,” clearly not appeased. He leaned over and whispered hotly into her ear, “When I'm punishing you, you call me Daddy.”

Buylinks:

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Other Books in the Bestselling Boston Doms Series (click on the titles to buy):

My Dom (Boston Doms, Book 1)

His Submissive (Boston Doms, Book 2)

Her Protector (Boston Doms book 3)

More about the authors

Jane Henry

Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. In 2012, she became interested in the d/s lifestyle, and has discovered her love for writing romance with a d/s twist. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.

Maisy Archer

Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves - coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family - her love of words has only continued to grow... in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.

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Her Protector by Jane Henry and Maisy Archer

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If you haven’t read any of the books from the Boston Doms series, now is a great time to start! Book three, Her Protector, from the dynamic writing team of Jane Henry and Maisy Archer, is getting rave reviews.

Publisher: Blushing Books

Genre: romance/BDSM/erotica

Blurb for Her Protector:

Tony Angelico thinks he knows all about Dominants and submissives. After all, his two brothers are unapologetic Dominants with long-term submissive partners. Tony also knows that Tessa, the woman who works for him… the one girl he can't get out of his mind… is interested in the lifestyle. But he wants no part of bossing women around, let alone dominating them.

Tessa Damon craves the attention and discipline of a strong, dominant alpha male, but she's not been able to find what she's looking for. She's attracted to Tony, and can't help fantasizing about being taken over his knee for a sound spanking. She longs for the release and comfort of submitting to a man she can trust.

The night Tony decides to give it a shot, everything changes. But can Tessa be healed from her abusive past, and find that she's worthy of love? Can they find a path that works for both of them? Will Tony finally understand that there is no one definition to cover every nuance of what being a Dominant means – not when his heart and soul know that he wants nothing more than to assume the role of Tessa's protector?

DISCLAIMER: This book contains explicit themes, including the spanking of adult women and other BDSM scenarios. Her Protector also includes a self-harm scene involving “cutting” – tough stuff but worth it. If such material is likely to offend or trigger you in some way, please do not read.

Excerpt:

“Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice so gentle, it seemed almost ironic he was talking about spanking her. His gentleness made the tears threaten to fall again, her throat clogged with them. She’d been bossed around and tied up, ordered into submission and whipped, but never had any of the men she was with asked her not only what she wanted, but what she needed.

“A real spanking,” she whispered. “One that hurts. I want to feel your strength.”

One of his hands wrapped around her waist, and her hand instinctively flew back. He grasped it, holding her hand, a gesture that was at once intimate and assuring, pressing her hand, engulfed in his large one, into the small of her back as the first smack of his hand fell. Her panties were thin and his hand large; the sting from the single swat hurt more than she’d expected.

“Ow,” she said in a little voice.

“Too hard?” he asked, squeezing her hand in the small of her back.

“Noooo, no no no, please, Tony,” she said. “Not too hard. That’s perfect.”

Another sound smack jolted her, and now he was spanking her in earnest, his palm rising and descending, and the heat of each spank warmed her skin, beginning with a jolt of pain that quickly spread to warmth, and her clit zinged with each stroke…

Buy Her Protector:

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Buy the other books in the Boston Doms Series:

My Dom (Boston Doms, Book 1)

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BIOS:

Jane Henry

Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. In 2012, she became interested in the d/s lifestyle, and has discovered her love for writing romance with a d/s twist. With a houseful of children, she makes time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.

Maisy Archer

Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves - coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family - her love of words has only continued to grow... in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.

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The Pirate's Captive by Maisy Archer

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Maisy Archer is on my blog today and I couldn’t be more excited! This unabashed book nerd has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves – coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family – her love of words has only continued to grow... in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.

Today we are looking at Maisy new release The Pirate’s Captive from Stormy Night Publications.

Genre: romance / BDSM / erotica

BLURB:

When a notorious pirate demands a ransom from her family in return for lifting his blockade of the local port, twenty-one-year-old Evelyn Hollywell takes matters into her own hands. Her plan to thwart the lawless rogue quickly goes awry, however, when she is carried off from her home and held as a captive aboard his ship.

Evelyn quickly discovers that while the handsome buccaneer has no intention of doing her any harm, he will not tolerate disobedience, and when she attempts an escape she ends up over his knee for a painful, embarrassing spanking in front of his entire crew. Though the stern punishment infuriates Evelyn, she cannot help wondering what it would be like to be mastered much more thoroughly, and soon enough she is blushing crimson and quivering with desire as he teaches her exactly what it means for a beautiful lady to surrender her body to a dominant man.

Despite her growing attraction to her captor, however, his plans for her remain a mystery. She is to be delivered to a man in Boston, but she knows neither who he is nor what he wants with her. All she can be sure of is that with each passing day she feels less like a prisoner and more like a priceless treasure. But will old enemies or the dangers of the high seas tear her from her lover’s arms?

Publisher’s note: The Pirate’s Captive includes sexual scenes and spankings – tough stuff but worth it. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt:

“…Yet you chose to be reckless. You chose to disobey. And you chose to put yourself completely under my power. So now you will find yourself over my knee.”

I trembled.

Then a moment later, his smile dissolved while the fire in his eyes burned hotter. “Come to me, Evelyn.”

I stepped forward until I was standing between his knees.

He reached out one large hand and lifted the tail of my braid, which had fallen down from the coil I’d constructed that morning. I could only imagine how disheveled I appeared, but Marcus didn’t seem to mind. He carefully carded his fingers through the fine brown mass, working through the tangles, brushing down over my nape, and then across my back, until it rippled in waves around me.

“Beauty,” he murmured.

His hot breath hit the bare skin of my chest and made my nipples pebble beneath the ragged edges of the chemise. I had never felt so tense, so expectant.

Every touch felt like a tongue of fire, branding me, making me want.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer - when surely my chest would explode from the aching need, he stopped. He rested one hand at my waist, while the other rose to wrap around the base of my neck. My eyes blinked open.

“Lay yourself across my knee, beauty.” His tone was as stern and controlled as ever, but I sensed a new tension in his voice and it told me that he was not unaffected.

He wanted, too.

My choice, again. He didn’t want to force me. I held his stare, my breath coming in sharp pants and then… I bent over, allowing his hand at my neck to guide me so that my upper body rested on the bed by his hip, propped slightly on my forearms. I heard his breath leave him in a whoosh, at the same time the muscles in his legs and torso grew impossibly tighter.

He gathered all of my hair into his hand, and then twisted, twining it around his wrist and gripping it in his fist, pinning me in place.

My breath caught.

With his free hand, he grabbed a handful of my skirts and pulled them up, and then he ran his hand up my stockinged calf. He paused when he reached edge of the stocking, his fingers trailing back and forth along the bare skin at the back of my knee. I hadn’t imagined something so simple could be so devastating, but it was.

And then his hand slid up.

I sucked in a shuddering breath as his hand trailed higher, up my thigh, taking my chemise with it.

Dear God. He meant me to be… bare?

It was too late for protests, for objections, for any return of reason or common sense. I could hear Aunt Beatrice’s voice in my head calling me wanton and wicked, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to want to.

And he didn’t disappoint. Up and up and up, while my heart banged against my rib cage, and I knotted my fingers in the sheets, until I could feel the touch of cool air against my backside, and I knew that he could see all of me.

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Complete Me by Jane Henry

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Hang on to your hat! Jane Henry is back with a hot new romance! This prolific author, with a houseful of children, makes time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. I’m sure you’re want to read her latest novel from Blushing Books, the third book in the Bound to You trilogy, Complete Me.

Genre: contemporary, erotic romance/BDSM

Blurb:

Meredith and Paolo are adapting to their new-found roles as dominant and submissive. Yet, despite their rekindled passion, everyday life must go on. How will they maintain their new roles long-term? Will people notice her submission to him? Would anyone ever find out she willingly lies over his lap for a spanking?

At the heart of it all, she longs to trust him. When Meredith finds herself terrified for her own safety, she knows there is only one person who will make her feel truly safe.

Though this is the third and final book in the Bound to You trilogy, it can also be read as a standalone.

DISCLAIMER:  This book contains the spanking of adult women and sexual scenes – tough stuff but worth it. If these subjects offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Excerpt 2:

Finger still under her chin, he nodded again. No trace of a smile on his face, nothing but stern and steady. He dipped his head and raised his eyebrows. “And what happens when you put yourself in danger?”

She swallowed, her stomach clenching. “You punish me.”

He nodded. “How will I punish you for this?”

Why did he have to ask her that? He knew how he would punish her!

“You spank me, sir,” she said, and even now, when she knew she was about to be punished, when she knew it wouldn’t be pleasant and she’d be reduced to tears, she felt a glimmer of arousal at having to say it all out loud.

He released her chin and ran his hand down her naked back and to her bottom, sending a shiver down her spine. Without warning, he raised his palm and swat! He spanked her, hard. She barely stifled a yelp as she jumped.

“Over my lap.”

She stood and placed herself in position, perched over his knee, ass in the air. She knew it would be hard, so she crossed her ankles to avoid flailing and buried her face in her arms. She trembled as she felt the cold, unyielding paddle on her bare skin. She drew a shuddering breath. And without warning, he spanked her.

As hard, sharp swats took her breath away, she did her best to stay in position but it was too hard. It hurt too much. When he punished her, he spanked her firmly, and it was all she could do not to fly off his lap. Involuntarily, she moved to block him and he deftly took her arm and pinned it to her lower back.

“Stay over my lap,” he ordered sternly. “I want the memory of this to last.”

“Yes, sir,” she gasped.

“You will not put yourself in danger like that again.”

“No, sir,” she agreed. She yelled out as the paddle met its mark again and again. Slow, deliberate swats fell, one after the other, and when she could not fight or make it stop, she felt herself sink into her submission, deep, deep down and her mind grew hazy. She was aware of the paddle falling to the bed, his hand on her sore bottom, and his voice no longer stern, but soothing now. This is when the tears fell. This is when she knew she was forgiven, and the release of her emotions cleansed her infraction.

Buy links:

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Books one and two in the Bound to You trilogy

Begin Again, book one in the Bound to You trilogy: A desperate wife pledges her obedience to an online dominant.

Come Back to Me, book two in the Bound to You trilogy: Meredith and Paolo attempt a weekend of intense training to adapt to their new lifestyle of dominance and submission.

Other books by Jane Henry:

A Thousand Yesses: They are best friends...can they be lovers?

Sunstrokes: Four authors bring you four tales of punishment and pleasure.

Claimed on the Frontier: Her stern frontiersman demands obedience, determined to be as firm as necessary to keep his bride safe in a hard, dangerous land.

The Boston Doms series - with Maisy Archer:

My Dom: (book 1) Curiosity drives Heidi to yearn for a taste of her amorous neighbor's kinky pursuits.

His Submissive (book 2) Hillary wants Matteo as her dom but he loves her too much to take that role.

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