The Viscount's Pet by Kryssie Fortune

If you love historical romances Kryssie Fortune’s latest book, The Viscount’s Pet may be just what you’re looking for!

Blurb

When her brother tries to force her into a marriage with a detestable baron, Julianna Halstead flees the family estate she has helped manage since the death of her parents. But as she makes her escape late at night, Juliana’s carelessness nearly results in her being trampled by a galloping horse, and the steed’s handsome rider takes it upon himself to correct her right then and there.
Though having her bottom bared and soundly spanked on the side of the road leaves Juliana blushing crimson, the punishment arouses her intensely and her body’s helpless response cannot be hidden. To make matters worse, the gentleman over whose lap she was so firmly chastised turns out to be none other than Viscount Stonehurst, someone she has known since childhood.
When Stonehurst learns of Juliana’s predicament, he decides to make her his bride. She will be no ordinary wife, however. She will be something much more shameful. But even as she is leashed, collared, and put on display in a cage wearing only a tail, then brought out to be used in ways no proper lady should enjoy, will Juliana come to love her new life as the viscount’s pet?
Publisher’s Note: The Viscount’s Pet is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used and His Innocent Bride. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt:
The horse and rider appeared from nowhere.
Julianna sidestepped and dropped her bag. Her ankle twisted beneath her, and she tumbled to the ground. When the horseman tugged hard at the reins, the coal-black stallion reared, its forelegs pawed the air. She screamed and closed her eyes. Curled into a ball, she waited for its ebony hooves to pulverize her.
The rider swore, the horse whickering as it planted its feet in the dirt by her face. Tiny dust clouds rose from the road. She coughed and crablike, she scuttled to the fallen oak at the edge of the copse. The bracken smelled earthy, and the thick foliage cushioned her bruised ribs.
Her heart beat overtime when the horseman dismounted and stalked toward her. Wearing a black greatcoat and muffler, he towered over her. Grabbing her wrist, he hauled her upright.
Even in the evening twilight, his hair shone the same blue-black as a raven’s wing. His features were familiar, but she had no idea why. One glance at his steeply angled eyebrows and she wondered if he was the devil come to claim her.
Her brother would have grabbed her shoulders and shaken her until her head ached. That or hurled vile insults at her. Instead, the dark horseman’s eyes twinkled with good humor. She couldn’t decide if they were midnight blue or ebony black. Their mysterious depths and sloping eyebrows gave him a demonic air.
His high cheekbones were so sharp Michelangelo could have chiseled them from marble. There was a cleft in his square chin that she wanted to stroke. His broad, kissable lips made her want to lick and taste, but they were set in a stern, disapproving frown. If he smiled, his dark charisma would mesmerize any nocturnal creatures. Bats, foxes, and badgers would flock to his side.
His utter masculinity sent shudders along her spine. Devilish and terrifying, he emanated menace and danger. She should be shaking in fear, but he sparked wicked longings in her soul.
Untouched and innocent, she hated how her nipples pearled and damp heat creamed between her legs. She needed his lips pressed against hers and his hands on her body. For a woman who’d sworn never to marry, that scared her more than his fury. If not for his tight grip on her shoulders, she’d have run off into the night.
Her pulse still raced, but she buried her fear beneath a haughty manner. “Unhand me, sir. I’m late as it is.”
Rather than let go of her arm, he tugged her closer. He smelled of citrus fruits and freshly gathered mint. When her gaze meshed with his, lightning bolts sizzled between them. Head bent, he moved toward her. She puckered her lips in anticipation.
Blinking, he straightened abruptly. “I could have killed you, you little fool.”
Disappointment crushed her soul. Her ribs ached from Kit’s assault and her ankle throbbed from her fall. Sniffing back tears, she thought of her mother’s pampered cat and tried to out-stare him. “My apologies, sir. I should have been paying attention, not daydreaming along in the twilight. Since neither of us is hurt, we can go on our own ways.”
“Not until you’ve learned your lesson,” he snapped.
Pulling free from his hold, she rubbed her wrist. Nervous, she retreated toward her portmanteau, ready to grab it and run. Shooting forward, he hoisted her over his shoulder. The undignified position made her ribs throb. His hand splayed over her rear end, caressing and stroking it as he pinned her in place.
Five steps and he’d carried her back to the tree trunk. Once settled on it, he thrust her over his knee. “Naughty little girls who risk their lives deserve a spanking. And I’m just the man to give it to you.”

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Questions and answers with Kryssie Fortune

Q Does writing energize or exhaust you?
A Definitely energize. I get bad tempered if I don’t do something to inch my writing forward every day.
Q Ballpoint or fountain pen?
A Ball point. I write in a notebook, type up, then read it through before moving on to the next chapter.
Q What time of the day is best for you as a writer?
A Anywhere, anytime. If I have a free moment I put pen to paper. A lot of my early writing was done on the bus on the way and from work.
Q Who are three of your favorite authors? 
A Kresley Cole, Georgette Heyer, and  currently J.S. Scott. The last one changes but I’ve loved the other two for years.
Q How do you research your locations?
Internet and visits. A lot of my books are set in Yorkshire, England. That’s my home county. For my Westhorpe Ridge series, I hounded friends in North Carolina to check details. For my current WIP I visited Lindisfarne in Northumberland to scout the island. (Any excuse for a weekend break with my husband.)

Branwyn's Love by Daryl Devoré

Fresh off the press from Daryl Devoré, another hot read: Branwyn’s Love (previously released under the name Black Dorn, published by New Dawning).

Blurb

A woman is sold as a courtesan in training. Branwyn arrives in a new land to begin daily lessons in the bewildering art of bedding a man.
After the noblewoman chosen to be Prince Malacke’s bride rejects him by bedding his hated rival, Malacke turns his anger towards increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn castle. And he succeeds until his attention is captured by the face of the woman who will be his queen.

Disclaimer: Branwyn’s Love is intended for mature readers, 18 and over. Scenes include spanking adult women, power exchanges, and explicitly sexual situations. These scenes are fantasies only, suitable for discerning readers. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt
“Excellent. Now we begin your first and most important lesson - tragor. In your language, it has many meanings. But I believe duty is a good word. Through your duty, you must submit. Submission is your tragor. Do you understand what that word means?”
“Yes, Duna Trea. I am a very obedient person. When my aunt or uncle requested I do something, I did it without question.”
“But yesterday I told you not to speak to anyone unless spoken to first, yet you disobeyed me. And did it to Gon-Dra Malacke.”
“I am sorry,” said Branwyn. “I was frightened and confused. I…I did not know who he was. But Leah explained these things to me.”
“So, do you state that you understand tragor?”
She closed her eyes and nodded.
“Then stand and remove your upper garments. Unlace your bodice, let it and your sleeves drop to your waist.”
With trembling fingers, Branwyn tried to comply, but the laces refused to undo.
Duna Trea waited while Branwyn fumbled with the laces. “Now your shift. Expose your body.”
Branwyn’s muscles stiffened. A chill swept through her. “But I will be naked! One should not expose one’s body to another. It is against the—”
A flash of anger filled Duna Trea’s eyes.
Remembering Leah’s instructing and her discomfort, Branwyn did not want to cause any more pain to her. Surely, Duna Trea knows it is wrong to expose oneself. She paused, hoping her duna would rescind the order.
“Tragor.” One anger-filled word hung in the room.
Eyes squeezed shut, and bottom lip trembling, she reached for the bow to loosen the front of her shift, tugged on the right sleeve and removed her right arm. She gripped the material in her underarm and lowered the left sleeve. Placing her arms in front of her breasts, hands clasped under her chin, she raised her elbows, letting the material drop.
“Lower your arms.”
Three simple words cut Branwyn like knives. She tried to drop her arms, but the muscles refused to obey. Tears slipped between closed lids and trickled down her cheeks.
“Tragor, Dune.”
With every muscle fibre fighting the motion, Branwyn lowered her arms but held her hands clasped before her.
“Place your hands behind your back. Complete exposure. Good girl. Now step this way.”
Duna Trea stood next to Malacke.
Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, Branwyn stepped over and stood next to Trea. “Have you ever touched a man?”

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Saving Sharlee by Alyssa Bailey

That amazing and prolific writer Alyssa Bailey has done it again – she has another new book out! Her latest novel Saving Sharlee is getting top reviews.

Will she ever learn to let Jac protect her? Can she let Jac and the rest of the team into her previously quiet, mostly solitary life?

Blurb: Sharlee Armstrong is happy spending her professional life in seclusion as Vapor, a highly sought out independent information broker. Though she has plenty of high paying clients, the offer from Reynaud & Associates piques her curiosity. During the interview, her libido is also piqued when she meets Jacquard Reynaud—gorgeous, sexy, and dominant.

The job, not just the boss, intrigues her and she accepts the offer. But things spiral out of control, and she finds her reputation, livelihood, and life in jeopardy. Jac and the rest of the alpha males on her new team demand she keep a low profile, but she has other ideas.

The minute she steps foot into his office, and life, Jac knows he has to have Sharlee, but first he must keep her safe—not just from some unknown threat, but from Sharlee herself. He loves her sass but worries that she’ll find herself in real trouble if he cannot keep her under control. So, despite her protests, he takes her in hand. For her own good

Disclaimer: Saving Sharlee 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 links: Amazon │ Blushing Books

Excerpt:

Jac was done negotiating. She wanted it. It satisfied his need to correct her naughty ass. Win-win. Besides, he’d be able to place his hand on her delectable bottom. She had scared years off his life when he found out she was on a site, armed. She had burrowed into his heart and taken up residence. He didn’t know what to do about his feelings, but she’d never be able to stand in the line of fire. He would never deal well with it.

He led her to the chair in front of his desk and flipped it around. The soft exhale from her sweet lips became liquid heat in his engorged cock. He had spent more hours in the gym recently and experienced more cold showers trying to tame his libido than he had as a teenager. He knew he was at the end of his rope. He wanted to kiss her submission when she slid her long, tapered fingers into his.

She was as good as his if he could get a solid indication from her that she was interested. He was ready to act on his need and hers in more than discipline. His calculations said she was ready for this, and him. He slid his hands over her hips and hooked his thumbs into the elastic of the sweat pants she wore. He marveled at the fact that she didn’t even wear a pair of jeans to add more protection. She had no idea how to stay safe in the field or on site and he intended to make her understand that.

Sharlee placed her hand in his. Her eyes were pleading. She was worrying her lip in the most erotic way. He shook his head as much at her as himself. She released a soft sigh indicating her acceptance and put her hands on his chest as he lowered her pants, bringing immediate heat to every inch of his body. Did she have any idea of her effect on him?

 “Good girl.” Her eyes lit up. His cock jumped. He nudged her over his lap. Her sweet submission would kill him.

Five in the same spot on each pale cheek soon turned them bright pink. She inhaled swiftly at each smack and softly exhaled as the feeling took over. It should have been enough and for the average woman he had placed in this position it had been, but Sharlee wanted this. He wanted this. He could show her even more play at another time. She would like it in play, but this was discipline. He continued.

His swats were slow, intense, and methodical, delivering a gradual, intense, and penetrating burn. He had practiced this technique plenty of times. Spanking wasn't as deviant as others sometimes thought. If it was something both participants wanted, craved, it was sensual, intimate, and incredibly hot in so many ways.

More about Alyssa Bailey:

 International best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.

Alyssa loves writing about consensual power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe in spite of herself. 

If she can throw a little mystery, humor, and suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters predominately live in Regency England amongst lords and ladies, in the Contemporary Realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, Cowboys and Indians. 

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Educating Jenny by PK Corey

I’m always excited when PK Corey releases a new book. I was on a road trip when Educating Jenny came out but I’ve bought it now and I’m looking forward to reading it.

Being married to an alpha male had its perks but having your ass in constant danger of being spanked was a drawback.

Blurb:

Cal’s young wife, Jenny, just wants to play house with her gorgeous, dominant husband, Sheriff Cal Bennett of Beaufort County. Cal wants her to complete one more year of college before choosing a path.  Although Jenny is tired of school, she bends to her husband’s wishes and goes off to classes in a nearby city.  On their precious days together, Cal educates his beautiful girl to the idea of sexual fantasies and bedroom toys, and here, Jenny is an eager student!

Jenny finds herself being stalked by a mysterious police officer who views every move she makes as criminal. Everyone she cares about knows that what ensues is not Jenny’s doing, but she can’t keep herself from giving in to some sweet revenge. Her plan starts out as a silly college girl prank, but soon lands her on the wrong side of Cal’s law.

Please note: Educating Jenny is a sweet romance that includes spankings, power exchange scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon │Blushing Books

Excerpt: 

“I know you want to talk about this college thing some more. It’s stressing me out too. I’m willing to talk about it, but it might lead to a fight. So, let’s go to the bedroom for a little playtime to get us both in a good mood first. College can’t be mentioned until we come back in here, agree?”

Jenny watched Cal’s face break into a dazzling smile. “I agree. And woman, I like the way you handle stressful situations.”

“I think you’re going to like the way I handle lots of things,” Jenny assured him.

In the bedroom, Jenny began unbuttoning his shirt. The hardness of his body always impressed her and she slowly rubbed her hand over his six-pack. She undid his belt and lowered his zipper. Putting her hands inside his pants, she lowered his jeans and underwear continuing to push them down until she was on her knees.

“While I’m in the neighborhood,” she murmured. She put her mouth to his balls and gently sucked one into her mouth. Cal gasped with surprise and delight. She continued the treatment while gently stroking his erection. Jenny got to her feet. “Just a preview,” she told him, standing up.

Cal began undressing her. He loved this and he took his time. He loved every inch of her body, and many parts he chose to savor with both his eyes and his mouth. Now nude, Jenny stepped back. “On the bed,” she ordered him, “on your stomach.”

“Stomach?” he questioned.

Jen pointed and didn’t repeat herself. Cal lay down and immediately Jenny climbed over him, reaching for the lotion. “You need a good massage to get rid of all that stress,” she told him. She began smoothing the lotion into his neck and shoulders. Cal loved the feeling of her hands on him as she massaged his back then began on his legs. She worked her way up slowly and then, unable to resist, she landed a hard swat to his beautiful ass.

“Oww . . .” she cried out. “Damn, Cal, your ass is hard as a brick!”

Cal had turned to grab her wrist, “And you’re not supposed to spank it.” He laughed at her. “Here let me show you how it’s done.” He quickly pulled her across his lap and began with a few hard swats.

PK Corey in her own words:

After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-five-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service. 

 I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.

 My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My new series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.

I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers. You can contact me at pk.corey@yahoo.com

Other exciting novels from PK Corey & Blushing Books:

Cassie’s Space Series

Cassie's Space (book one)   

Cassie's Tale (book two)                       

Cassie on the Move (book three)          

Cassie's River Living (book four)        

Cassie's Conflict (book five)

Cassie's Influence (book six)

Cassie's Ordeal (book seven)

Cassie Corralled (book eight)

Cassie's Road Trip (book nine)

Cassie's Life (book ten)

Cal's Law Series

Cal's Law (book one)

Becoming Family (book two)

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Website: PK Corey’s Reading Room - http://pk-corey.blogspot.com

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Protected by the Scotsman by Katie Douglas

Best selling author Katie Douglas is here today with Protected by the Scotsman, book 2 in the Stern Scotsman series.

Blurb:

The last thing twenty-four-year-old Bobbie Huntingon-Smythe wants is to get married and settle down, so she is none too pleased when her wealthy parents send soldier-turned-bodyguard Sean McClintock to bring her home from her latest archeological expedition. To make matters worse, when Bobbie refuses to come with him willingly Sean merely takes her over his knee for a painful, embarrassing spanking and then puts her in the corner like a naughty little girl.

Despite her fury at being chastised in such a shameful manner, Bobbie cannot help being intensely aroused by the rugged, handsome Scotsman’s stern dominance. Even Sean’s belt applied to the beautiful, headstrong girl’s bare bottom proves insufficient to deter her for long, however, and soon she has snuck off on yet another risky adventure with him in hot pursuit. But when he catches her, will he end up returning her to her family or claiming her for himself?

Publisher’s Note: Protected by the Scotsman is a stand-alone novel which is the second in the Stern Scotsmen series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

“I say,” she began, forcing her voice to sound fine. “I’m sorry I hit you with the book.” He paused.

“And what else?” he asked.

She thought for a moment, then added, “And for calling your mother the daughter of an unwashed Visigoth.”

“And what else?” His voice was stirring something inside her, and combined with the pain from the spanking, she was struggling to concentrate.

She paused. “That’s all, isn’t it?”

“What about your elbow?”

“Oh, no, you completely deserved that.” She didn’t even hesitate in making her feelings known.

He resumed spanking her in a rapid-fire movement that left her gasping for breath and clawing at the floor of the train compartment. “All right! All right! I give!”

“And what else?” he prompted.

“And… for trying to elbow you in the trousers.” She tried to be earnest but really, she did think he had it coming. After all, he seemed to think he ought to stop her from travelling the world in search of interesting ancient sites, and that simply wasn’t reasonable. Who cared if she was a girl? She could wrangle the past as well as any man. She didn’t need protecting.

“I’m not convinced you’ve learned your lesson. Stand beside the window and hold your skirt up,” he told her.

Bobbie stared at him. “Are you serious?”

“I never joke about such things. You’d do well to remember that. Now do as you’re told.” She shook her head adamantly. “I shan’t expose myself for your merriment. I thought you were here to protect me. Nobody else on this train is trying to make me do anything untoward, so if you truly want to keep me safe, leave my compartment before I throw you out!” she retorted hotly.

“I won’t do anything. Yet. But you’re going to do it,” he told her.

She shook her head again. “Why would I?”

“Because I dare you to.” His eyes flashed as he spoke. Bobbie’s face grew hot as she realized she was cornered. He’d got her number good and proper. She pursed her lips so hard that she was quickly making a face like she’d been sucking a lemon. Bobbie trudged to the corner with an air of dejection, then lifted her skirt up.

“That was jolly unsporting of you, to dare me to do it,” she told him.

“I had a theory that you were the sort of girl who would do anything for a dare,” he explained. “And it seems that I was right.”

She looked over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes. “You’re looking,” she accused.

“I never said I wouldn’t admire the view.” He had a strange expression on his face, and Bobbie almost thought he was amused and trying to hide it, but what on earth was funny about spanking someone and making them stand in a corner like this?

More about Katie Douglas:

Katie Douglas is a number one bestselling author of romance and erotica. Katie is an incorrigible romantic and her books reflect that. Especially the incorrigible part. In her spare time she likes to run headfirst into impossible projects, especially if those projects involve travel and good food. Her other love is shoe shopping. She is currently masquerading as a librarian by day. Although, given that she lives in China, her day is probably night time where you are. So maybe she's moonlighting as a librarian.

Connect with Katie Douglas:

Twitter: @KatieDouglas

Email: littlekatiedouglas@gmail.com

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Cassandra's Curse by Stella Moore

Stella Moore is visiting my blog today for the first time. What a great opportunity to get a preview of her book Cassandra’s Curse that was just released on Friday.

Is the love of a mortal man enough to break her curse? Or will one of them pay the ultimate price for her freedom?

Blurb

Seven hundred years ago, Cassandra was bound to an amulet and cursed to a life of servitude. By the time she is released by the handsome Wyatt Hartnett, she no longer believes that the curse can be lifted. 

Wyatt proves to be far different than her previous masters. Kind and caring, he refuses to use magic to force her to obey. His methods of ensuring her obedience are more—human. Before long, her heart begins to warm and she dares to dream that this stern but decent man may indeed be her last master. The man who will set her free. 

But the one who imprisoned her has only grown more powerful over the last seven centuries, and she will do whatever it takes to see that the curse remains unbroken. Is the magic of Wyatt’s love stronger enough to break the ancient curse? Or will one of them pay the ultimate price for Cassandra’s freedom?

Publishers’ disclaimer: Cassandra’s Curse is a sweet love story intended for a mature audience. It includes elements of domestic discipline, and descriptions of intimate encounters between a dominant man and submissive woman. If such content may offend you, please do not buy this book. 

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

“Wyatt? What are you doing?” she asked, her heart thundering in her chest.

“We have a conversation to finish,” Wyatt replied casually, but she caught the flash of fire in his eyes. “I don’t want you using your powers on other people, unless you’re in danger. I won’t use the amulet to bend your will to mine, but I do have other ways of, shall we say, encouraging better behavior.”

She could feel the desire burning between her thighs at his threat. Damn her body for responding to his high-handed ways. She was an enchantress, immortal and powerful, despite the curse. This man should be trembling at her feet, not making demands of her. “And what ways do you have that you think can sway me?”

His voice dropped to a low, seductive growl. “I’ll put you over my knee and spank your admittedly fantastic ass until you won’t even think of disobeying me again. Now, are you going to do as I’ve asked?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

He chuckled. “Oh, sweetheart. Yes, I would. I can give you a demonstration when we get home if you’d like. After we’ve done what we came to do, I can take you over my knees and spank you until you’re all pink and squirming under my hand. And then, I’ve got this little paddle that would have you sobbing and promising to be a good girl in about thirty seconds. You won’t sit comfortably for a couple of days, so let me ask you again. Are you going to do as I asked?

More about Stella Moore

Nestled somewhere in the Southeastern United a States you can usually find Stella curled up on her couch with her tablet, a blanket (because even during a southern summer, she's freezing) and a glass of wine. If she isn't writing or tweaking her newest work, she's glued to a book. Romance, suspense, thrillers, Stella loves a little bit of everything.

Other than reading, she spends her time listening to her husband play his guitar and throwing spontaneous dance parties with her two teenage daughters in the living room. When she can convince everyone else to venture outside, she loves hiking and swimming. Her husband is fairly certain she's secretly a mermaid, as she'd live in the water if she could.

Stella has been writing spanking fiction off and on for years, but she's just recently taken the plunge into writing full on novels. She is from the school of “write what you know”, and her husband is always willing (sometimes too willing!) to assist with any research she needs.

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#SatSpanks - after the vows

Happy December everyone! I’m not quite sure how we got here so fast. It seems like just last week we were picking blackberries and swimming in the lake. Still, I love this season: the music, the parties, and the surprises it brings.

That’s why in my book, Sadie Says I Do, Simon and Sadie have a December wedding. Here they are after the ceremony and celebrating is over:

We spent the first night of our married life in our new home. We’d both had our fill of airports and hotel rooms for the year. In our cozy bedroom, Simon set a fire while I watched.

“Present the hairbrush,” he said as he sat back and watched the flames lick around the logs.

I hesitated, perhaps unwisely. “Why?” I asked, unaware of having broken any rules. 

“Reason number one,” he said and nodded toward the bathroom where the Maison Pearson was kept.

I brought the hairbrush, thinking of how sometimes spankings were the worst idea ever, but I kept my thoughts to myself. Simon laid it beside him on the bed and nodded at me, the sign for me to submit.

I dropped my panties, lifted my skirt, and crawled over his lap for one of the gentlest spankings ever. He only used his hand. A ten-year-old with a sprained wrist could have done worse.

“Why do I do this?” His voice was light with laughter.

“Because you love me.”

“When will I shop doing this?”

“Never, I hope.”

“Correct.” He delivered two sharp swats to the top of my thighs and said, “Sit on the floor, in front of me. I want to free your hair.”

Carefully and painstakingly he undid my complicated hairdo, stacking up the hairpins in a pile and placing the roses and holly leaves in a row beside them. Finally he used the Maison Pearson hairbrush to comb out the tangles and brush away the gel and spray that held it together.

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here: SiC - Amazon

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Happy December everybody. Thank you for visiting my blog.

This week I’m featuring an excerpt from my story, Love At Last Flight. It will be available for FREE for one day only – Saturday December 2nd. You can get it here:

Blushing Books

In fact, you can get a free short story from Blushing Books every day between now and December 10th. Don’t miss out!

If you do happen to miss one, the entire anthology of Christmas stories, called 12 Naughty Days of Christmas will be available shortly before Christmas this year.

Background: Lauren is taking a motorcycle safety course with handsome, strict Richard. She knows he’s a spanker, so she has deliberately provoked him by disobeying one of his instructions.

Now her fantasy of being spanked is coming true. Only the reality is not quite what she anticipated.

Let’s jump in, mid spanking:

“I can’t take this.” Lauren’s voice came out high and frantic.

“You should have thought of that sooner, before you decided to test the limits. I want to keep you safe, darling. If you ignore me, bad things will happen to you. Like this spanking.”

After that his words rushed together, becoming white noise as Lauren howled. The percussion of the spanking was relentless. Only when the smacks started to fall on the sensitive sit spot at the top her legs, did she raise her body up in protest.

Richard stopped, clamped her right hand in the middle of the back. He pulled her closer and pinned her there, tighter than ever. “Are you going to obey me from now on?”

Lauren moaned, trying to gather her thoughts while the punishment was suspended.

“I asked you a question.” He punctuated his comment with another spank.

“Yes!” she cried, hoping he’d stop. She was close to tears. He mustn’t see her like this.

The next volley of swats was the hardest yet. She was scorched from the top of her thighs to the soft round curves of her buttocks.

“Are you going to obey me in the future, Lauren?” He stopped to ask this question again but the minute he’d said it, he delivered a drum roll of branding smacks on the same spot.

“Yes,” Lauren blurted, a tear rolling down her face. Defeated, exhausted, all fight gone from her, she slumped, accepting the last of the spanking with sobbing resignation.

“That’s what I’ve been waiting for,” Richard said, pulling up her panties, rubbing her throbbing bottom through the lace. He helped her to a sitting position on his knees and held her close.

“Now we understand each other better, don’t we?’ He kissed her tears.

“Yes,” she said, her head bent. Desire, gratitude, and a tiny bit of resentment stormed through her.

He helped her to her feet and smoothed her hair. “Let’s go for dinner. I hope your throbbing bottom will be a reminder of how much I care about you. If you forget, I’m happy to do it again.”

Buy link – Blushing Books

Blurb: It’s fall and Lauren Myerson has almost everything a young woman could want: excellent health, a good job, a fine apartment, and a loving family. But her life is dull, and a friend urges her to take risks, to find adventure. Enter Richard Paparone. Handsome, sexy, bossy Richard. Something in the way he moves, smiles, and talks triggers a deep and primal desire in her. Knowing he is into motorcycles, Lauren decides to get her bike license. If she can’t have the man, maybe the machine will do. Soon she finds that Richard is more than willing to satisfy the hunger he’s woken in her. Is he just playing with her? Or does he really care? The acid test of the Christmas holiday is just around the corner. She wants to spend it with him. 

He tells her no, he has commitments of his own that don’t include her. When he orders her to go to the family gathering in Hawaii, she is devastated. If he loved her, wouldn’t he want her by his side?

If she disobeys him, she knows what will happen. She’s felt the sting of his disapproval before. Can she trust him? Does he truly care about her? Or should she stay behind to see exactly what is keeping them apart?

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Submission, Secrets, & the Soldier by Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie Fortune is back today with her latest book Submission, Secrets and the Soldier.

Sharing an apartment with the man she loves is hard. Moving out is harder.

Blurb: Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, has a new sub. She's shy and inexperienced, but willing. As he teaches her about sensation play, she fears he'll really hurt her and screams her safewords at him. Her reaction causes Luke to have a flashback. Although he's clawing his way back to normal, he suffers from PTSD. Determined to get well, he contacts a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge.

Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.

Circumstances force them to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? Or is she just a temporary sub in residence?

Disclaimer: Submission, Secrets and the Soldier is intended for adults only. Spankings and other sexual activities represented in the book are fantasies only, intended for adults only. If such content may offend you, please do not buy this book.

Buy link - Amazon

Excerpt:

She felt vulnerable now that she’d gotten naked, but she knelt, knees spread, pussy open, hands resting on her thighs, her gaze fixed on the floor. Just when she thought he’d changed his mind about their scene, she heard him stand and move behind her. He fastened a blindfold over her mask, and her world went black.

The darkness disoriented her, but Master Erik brushed his lips against hers. That brief, gentle touch set the wild horses in her stomach rearing up and pawing the air. She heard his clothes rustle as he moved in front of her. Gently, he lifted her left hand to his lips and kissed her palm.

Coco Starr hitched in a breath as he fastened fur-lined handcuffs around her wrists. He took a moment to check they didn’t dig into her flesh. The deep rumble of his voice delighted her when he told her, “Stand up.”

With her hands fastened before her, she had difficulty rising, so he took hold of one elbow and helped her to her feet. His hands slid down to her hips as he walked her forward. “Arms over your head.”

She stretched upward as instructed. Despite her heels, she had to go on her tiptoes for him to loop the handcuff chain over the hook in the ceiling. Once the chain settled, she felt vulnerable as she teetered on her high heels.

He positioned her carefully, spreading her legs wide, then backed off again. She didn’t move, but her heart beat so loud she could hear nothing except her blood pounding in her veins. Nervous, excited, body on fire for his touch, she waited.

Listening hard, she wondered what Master Erik would do next. She heard his footsteps as he crossed the black-and-white tiled floor, followed by swishing sounds. He’d collected a flogger from the far wall. Although they’d agreed on this, she’d never been flogged before. Her nerves jangled as she anticipated his next move. When the flogger hit her skin, would it be soft and gentle or firm enough to make her back feel like he lashed it with tongues of fire?

Time moved in slow motion. Letting her Dom make decisions for her was a blessed release from her everyday persona. Her spine still tingled, part with nerves, part with anticipation. Not knowing what to expect felt…arousing. Her pussy grew damp, and she hovered on the edge of orgasm.

His breath felt warm on her neck as he palmed her breasts. The way he stroked and caressed them made her nipples peak. He chuckled and slipped tweezer clamps on each breast in turn. They felt heavy and tight, pulling her breasts down. When she wriggled and tried to find a better balance, bells tinkled on the ends of the clamps.

“Sweet music,” Master Erik whispered in her ear.

He stepped back, and she felt the soft caress of suede run down her spine. The slightly furred feel of it against her skin made her sigh in her bonds. A shiver ran from her head to her toes, making the bells clamped on her nipples chime like a fairy song.

More about Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie is never seen without her kindle. She reads everything and anything she can get her hands on. When she discovered hot, sexy reads, she felt like she’d found her home. The only books she hates are the ones that end with a cliff hanger or have unhappy endings.

Kryssie tries to set her stories in places she’s explored. Hopefully, it adds color to her writing. Anything can spark a story idea. Sometimes she takes liberties though. The North Yorkshire town of Whitby is one of her favorite places. To keep the details of her imaginary town, Westhorpe Ridge consistent, she mentally shunted Whitby over the Atlantic and renamed it Westhorpe Ridge.

When not writing, Kryssie loves to walk on the beach of home town, Bridlington, or potter in her garden. Popping down to London to see her family is her favorite thing to do.

Kryssie currently has thirteen books on general release along with a boxed e-book of the first three Westhorpe Ridge stories. All her stories are M/ F or M/M/F. All are edited by publishing houses in either the UK or the USA. While her stories sizzle with sex, plot comes before bed. Life’s always an adventure in Kryssie’s world

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Miriam's Rebirth by Pippa Greathouse

The latest book in the Strasburg Chronicles by Pippa Greathouse is now live on Amazon. If you haven't caught the series so far, you may want to know that it's possible to read Miriam’s Rebirth as a standalone book. But beware - these heartwarming romances can be addictive!  

She needed someone to care for her: He wanted to be that someone. But would she allow it?

Blurb:

It was February of 1865. The Civil War had gone on for five years now. Flaxen-haired, blue-eyed Miriam Hanner Clarke was widowed at age twenty-eight, when her husband, Burton died in battle. Since then, she has filled her days of dealing with his loss by working in the dormitory, which had been turned into a hospital. No longer the quiet, shy, stuttering girl she had been when she arrived, Miri had blossomed into a competent young woman who was determined to ease suffering, any way she could.

But she was certainly unprepared for the challenge of caring for Captain Nate Alley, the victim of a gunshot wound, now under her care.

Captain Alley had no patience for being injured. He was accustomed to being in charge and having others submit to his leadership. When challenged by this tiny, independent and stubborn young woman, who was half his size, his first instinct was to put her over his knee. Growing stronger each day, he was determined that she would submit; she was just as determined not to.

Who was going to win this battle?

Publisher's Note: Miriam’s Rebirth is a sweet love story that includes the spanking of adult women. If this is not to your liking, please do not purchase the book.

Buy links:

Amazon │ Blushing Books

Excerpt:

“I am not always the most patient man. Sometimes I speak before considering my words carefully enough. You have seen that already. But I am quick to apologize, when I know I am wrong. And I do try my best to look out for those who are my responsibility.”   He stopped, and rolled his eyes. “And I am doing a wretched job of trying to say this.” He lifted her chin, his eyes narrowed down at her. “Listen carefully, Miri.”

She kept her gaze upward, waiting.

“I told you this morning, that if you had any problems, you were to come to me. Do you understand what I meant by that?”

Miri shook her head from side to side, slowly.

“Well, damnation,” he said, frustrated. “I am totally inadequate at this. I think Dr. Foster must have removed part of my brain.”

A laugh bubbled out from her.

“And another thing you should know. I spank little girls who laugh at me.” 

More about the author:

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 still 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!

She has two supportive and fantastic children, and is married to the love of her life, who is her very own “Alpha hero” and her biggest fan.

Connect with Pippa Greathouse: may be found at:

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

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

Twitter: https://twitter.com/PippaG6

Don’t miss these other exciting titles from Pippa Greathouse and Blushing Books:

The Strasburg Chronicles,

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