BDSM fiction

His Captive Pet by Measha Stone

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

Blurb:

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

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

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

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

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

More about Measha Stone:

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

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Laura's Longing by Jessica Brand

Jessican Brand is here with her book, Laura’s Longing, a story of love and exploration.

Where is the line between pain and pleasure?

Blurb:

Laura is the quintessential all-American small town girl, the vivacious cheerleader who is saving herself for the love of her life. Unfortunately the love of her life is the bad boy in town. Young love being what it is, she finally decides he’s the one to make her a woman and develops a plan for her fairy tale outcome. Quickly her dream turns into a horror story when she finds her beau, in flagrante delicto with another girl bent over the kitchen table.

In her anger and her grief she seeks solace from her closest girlfriend. After purging some of her pent up lust in the arms of her friend she decides the town is not big enough for all of them and moves to the city to make a new life. Accepting an offer of accommodation in Denver from a mysterious woman a few years older than herself, Laura soon discovers activities taking place in her host’s basement studio that defy Laura’s comprehension. Initially shocked at what she witnesses, her shock turns to arousal as she watches erotic games involving activities she had no idea were possible.

Determined to explore further, she convinces her host introduce her to this strange world of bondage and discipline where the lines between pain and pleasure are blurred, where being spanked could be erotic or agonizing, depending on one’s perspective. Her first experience convinces her she needs more and after unexpectedly meeting a new love, sets about introducing him to the BDSM netherworld. Ensuring he learns from experience, Laura is finally satisfied as their love is consummated in the erotic confines of her housemate’s dungeon.

Disclaimer: Laura's Longing contains spankings, bondage and discipline and other sexual activities. These are fantasies only, intended for adults. Strong stuff but worth it. If such subjects offend you, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

As he caressed her butt, she tested her range of movement and found it was very limited. Her feet were not secured and were free to move, but with his strong hand holding her arms imprisoned against her back, she had little other movement available to her. Just as she was getting her thoughts together coherently, the spanking started again.

This time it was a little harder than before and he struck her in a different spot each time, gradually working his hands all over her ample butt cheeks. He watched as the skin beyond her panty line was turning a delightful shade of pink and when he paused again he could feel the warmth emanating from her skin. Drawing her panties up into the crease of her buttocks, he then continued with his hand.

By this time Laura was beginning to squirm against his thighs as the intensity got to her. Each swat reverberated through her whole pelvic region. In a reflex action, her feet were beginning to move with each swat. As much as she tried to prevent it, she found she couldn't and she didn't realize that in the process of responding to his spanks, she had slowly opened her legs. This time when he paused to caress her, his fingers drifted between her legs. With her panties pulled tightly over her sex, she felt his fingers brush ever so lightly along her labia. She knew she was literally dripping wet in her arousal but she didn't care.

More about Jessica Brand:

Jessica Brand is a pseudonym for a writer based in Sydney, Australia. She has a number of books published under different pen names, all of them containing elements of BDSM, power and control. Much of what she writes about comes from her experience over many years both as a Dominant and as a submissive and as her stories unfold you will find yourself "living" the scene. 

If power and sexual control are not your thing, it might be better to seek your reading enjoyment elsewhere. 

Q&A with Jessica Brand:

How did you become a writer?

I have harbored an urge to be a writer for many years, figuring I could write as well as many published authors but never having the wherewithal to actually see a story through to completion. When I finally did, I found that people actually liked it and I have continued ever since.

How many books have you written? Are they all spanking fiction?

I now have six published books under two pseudonyms – Jessica Brand and R. R. Greaves. They all have elements of spanking in them but they tend to be more into BDSM, power and control and are quite explicit.

Are you okay in your kink?

I embrace my kink. After keeping it repressed for many years, I realized that you only live once. Just about everyone has fantasies and many of them are about things we would not normally share with family and friends. What goes on between two consenting adults is nobody else’s business and hence the biggest decision should revolve around whether one wants to act out their fantasy or whether they want to keep it in their mind. Once that decision has been made, it’s easy.

Where do you find inspiration for your stories? When you write, do you ever model any characters after actual people?

My inspiration comes from my own fantasies and experiences then I weave them into a story that, hopefully people can relate to. I want people to read my stories and be able to imagine themselves in the thick of the action – either as the dominant character or as the submissive. Some but not all of my characters are modelled on real people I’ve met and played with.

Her Alien Doctors by Sara Fields

Sara Fields is back today with a brand new book, Her Alien Doctors.

Blurb:

After nineteen-year-old Jenny Monroe is caught stealing from the home of a powerful politician, she is sent to a special prison in deep space to be trained for her future role as an alien’s bride.

Despite the public bare-bottom spanking she receives upon her arrival at the detention center, Jenny remains defiant, and before long she earns herself a trip to the notorious medical wing of the facility. Once there, Jenny quickly discovers that a sore bottom will now be the least of her worries, and soon enough she is naked, restrained, and shamefully on display as three stern, handsome alien doctors examine and correct her in the most humiliating ways imaginable.

The doctors are experts in the treatment of naughty young women, and as Jenny is brought ever closer to the edge of a shattering climax only to be denied again and again, she finds herself begging to be taken in any way they please. But will her captors be content to give Jenny up once her punishment is over, or will they decide to make her their own and master her completely?

Publisher’s Note: Her Alien Doctors is the second book in the Captive Brides series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

She seriously needed an orgasm.

Dean stared back at her, his hazel eyes dark, commanding and thoroughly intoxicating. Her heart pounded in her throat as she took in the sight of him, his tall form towering over her. He was completely shirtless, and she had to remember to close her mouth as she gawked at him. His muscles rippled as he moved toward her, the shadows and cuts of his figure carved out under the black lights. She could see a black tattoo snaking around his chest and torso and when she studied it more closely, she realized it was a dragon. A smattering of light chest hair made him seem more masculine than ever, if that was even possible. The stubble across his jawline looked darker, more grown in than before. His hair was short, but just long enough to make her yearn to fist her hands deep within it.

If her wrists were free, she would have reached out to touch him, just to see if he was real and not an illusion. He was freaking perfect.

God. She needed to come.

Her pussy clamped down on the chilly empty air as he dragged the crop across her skin. Every nerve electrified as gooseflesh rose all over her body. Her legs trembled from the exertion of keeping herself balanced and her nipples were perpetually hard.

His rough fingers pinched each bud and her back arched into him unwittingly.

His fingers glided across her skin, slowly making their way down to cup her pussy in his palm. She knew what he would find there. Her arousal seeped from her core, coating her folds with her wetness. There was no way she could hide it from him, and there was something deep inside of her that didn’t want to.

Her body was at war with her mind. She didn’t want to like it and she didn’t want him to touch her, but the throbbing need within her spoke volumes louder than her head. The constant flow of blood seemed to pulse just under her skin, heating her to seemingly unbearable levels with her lust.

As he held her pussy in his hand, she couldn’t help but react with pleasure.

“I don’t want you to touch me,” she begged, yet the fight was gone from her voice.

“Yes, you do. I can tell just how much you want it. You should feel how wet your pussy is right now and how hungry it is to be filled with my cock.”

She moaned, his words burning through her like a firebrand. Her body blazed hot, simmering from a tiny flame to a raging bonfire as she tried to control her lust. It seemed near impossible as her need for ecstasy burned within her.

He moved around her and slapped each side of her ass. Her hips rocked back toward him as he spanked her. Her bottom stung a bit but her arousal was too strong, causing her pleasure to soar even higher.

“Please,” she begged. “Please, Master.”

“Please what, Jenny?”

More about Sara Fields:

Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about!  Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.

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Protecting His Pet by Measha Stone

Measha Stone is back today with her latest book Protecting His Pet. It’s getting great reviews and selling fast. This is why:

He would protect her from the world, but who would protect her from him?

Blurb:

After her brother’s life of crime is brought to a sudden end, twenty-two-year-old Kara Jennings fears she may be the next target of the men who killed him. It comes as a shock, however, when she is taken captive by a mysterious man who promises to keep her safe but quickly demonstrates that he will not hesitate to punish her in any way he sees fit if she disobeys him.

Devin Stinger is certain there is something important that Kara is refusing to share with him—something related to her brother’s death—and he is fully prepared to be as firm as necessary to get her to tell him the truth, even if that means stripping her bare, spanking her hard and thoroughly, and keeping her caged like a pet.

Despite her shame at being made to kneel naked at her captor’s feet, eat from his hand, and surrender her body to him completely, Devin’s dominance leaves Kara helplessly aroused and yearning for him to master her even more thoroughly. When he brings her to the edge of an intense climax only to leave her desperate and wanting, her need for him to claim her properly compels Kara to confess the secret her brother shared with her before his death. But will that information help Devin protect his beautiful pet or will it ultimately put her in greater danger?

Publisher’s Note: Protecting His Pet includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive pet play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt

Without a blanket to cover her body, she stood near the cell door with goose pimples running rampant over her body. Even after the time in the cell, the spankings, the fighting, she still looked hotter than his body could ignore. Her arms were folded over her stomach, which only lifted her tits higher and made him want to tweak the hardened nubs.

 Keeping his eyes on her, he unlocked the cage and stood in the doorway. “I’m going to take you upstairs and I expect you to eat all of your lunch. I’m not going to use your leash, because I’m giving you this chance. A chance to earn back some of your privileges. Do you understand me, pet?”

“Y-yes?”

He raised an eyebrow.

She visibly fought an eye-roll but answered correctly. “Yes, Sir.” Her tone lacked any actual sincerity, but it would do. For now.

“Good. Come.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the stairs. The idea of making her crawl all the way up made his cock twitch in his pants. He’d already fucked her twice that day, and just the mental image of seeing her red, welted ass swaying in front of him while she crawled for him made him ready to do it again.

In the end, he settled for having her walk behind him. She may look docile after having taken a short nap, but he hadn’t taken a nap and he wasn’t up to chasing her down again.

He heard her intake of breath with the first step up the stairs. Her ass would be sore for a few days after the belting he’d given her. Maybe she’d manage to take note of a few things now that sitting would be a little more difficult than before.

But then again, sitting wasn’t what he had in mind when it came to get her anyway.

Once up in the kitchen, he moved to the chair at the table with the bowl of food. She shot her hand out in front of him and grasped the chair beside it, scraping the legs against the flooring as she pulled it from the table.

“Whoa. What are you doing?” he asked, covering her hands with his own.

She gave him a wary glance. “Sitting down.”

It was almost too hard to take away the hope simmering in her eyes. Almost.

“You haven’t earned any privileges yet. You’ll kneel here, at my feet, like a good pet.”

Her dark, narrowed eyes followed his pointed finger to the spot on the floor, next to his chair. To her credit, she didn’t yank her hand away or shout at him. Though he could see several retorts forming in that brain of hers. Even if he wanted her complete obedience, he still appreciated her quick wit. Life would just be too boring if she behaved robotically.

“I know you’re still pissed, but I’ve already apologized and went through the humiliating punishments. Can’t you just let me eat like a person?” The pleading was there, but so was the underlying demand. She still expected things to go her way.

“I’m not pissed anymore.” He shook his head. “You took your punishments, but you still haven’t earned the privileges back. So, you’ll kneel beside me, and I’ll feed you.” He let go of her hand, letting her take a moment to mull it over, and sure that she would cave. The woman had to be starving, and thirsty. The only way those two needs were being met was at his discretion, in his way. Because her way, her all in charge, ‘I don’t need anyone’ way didn’t work—not for her, and sure as fuck not for him.

She eyed the bowl of rice and vegetables, all but drooling from her mouth. The image that flashed in his mind of that exact thing taking place excited him. The beast was getting harder to contain, the more he imagined things like that.

Making up her mind took another long pause, but she shot him a look that suggested he go fuck himself, and stepped around him. He turned to watch as she gracefully sank to her knees beside his chair, leaning back on her heels, then quickly leaning back up. Her ass would bruise; two serious spankings in one day would do that.

Once she seemed settled and her eyes were locked on the bowl, he took his seat, facing forward, not looking down at her. Taking a spoonful of the food, he shoveled it into his mouth. He wasn’t all that hungry, the pizza he shared with Trevor earlier had tided him over, but she didn’t know that. It wasn’t the point. After another bite, and feeling her tense up beside him, he scooped some of the rice and sautéed bell pepper into his right hand and held it out to her, just below her mouth.

“What are you doing?” She eyed his hand as though he were offering her poison.

“Feeding you. Take it.” He lifted it up to her mouth.

She shoved his hand away, knocking the rice to the floor along with the peppers. He tsked his tongue.

“Shit.” She lowered her head. At least she was starting to realize when she fucked up; now if she could just do it before she got herself into trouble, they’d be making progress.

He left her kneeling there, her head hung and her eyes staring at the clump of rice on the floor. A part of him was going to enjoy the next few minutes, another part tried to get that part of him to shut up.

Retrieving the special bowl from the farthest cabinet in the kitchen, he returned to her. He scraped the rest of the lunch into it and placed it in front of her on the floor. He could all but hear the muscles in her body clench at what he’d put in front of her.

A shiny new dog bowl, complete with the word PET inscribed with black ink on the side. “No, no.” He swatted her hand away when she reached for the rice. “That’s not how pets eat. I tried the polite way, but you didn’t want it, so this is how it is. For now, at least.”

Getting to know Measha Stone:

Measha Stone is an international best seller who lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and three children. While working toward her degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University, she wrote mostly in the thriller genre, but her heart lies in Romance. BDSM Erotic Romance is where she lives and breathes, because what’s pleasure without a little pain?  When she’s not writing, she’s reading and goofing off with her kids.

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Don’t miss these exciting titles by Measha Stone!

The Windy City Series

Hidden Heart, Book 1

(Nominated for Best Contemporary "Best of 2016" award by Spanking Romance Reviews)

Secured Heart, Book 2

Indebted Hearth, Book 3

Liberated Heart, Book 4

Also:

A Spanking Good New Year (Anthology)

Black Light: Valentine Roulette

 

Rough Diamonds by Ashe Barker

Ashe Barker is back with an exciting new book, Rough Diamonds. In case you haven’t met Ashe Barker before now, there is an interview with her at the end of this blogpost. For now, let’s look at Rough Diamonds:

Genre: Contemporary erotic romance, romantic suspense, BDSM

Blurb

Christa Barnes is baffled when the man of her dreams – or should that be her wildest fantasies? – turns up at her sleepy little flower shop and insists she has something he would like to purchase. But Johan Klaas is an international diamond dealer and he is not remotely interested in acquiring a bunch of geraniums, preferring instead to discuss gemstones.

Christa’s next unexpected caller is a motorcycle courier clad in black leather and bearing a package for her. She opens it, expecting the latest seed catalogue, and finds instead a fortune in uncut diamonds and a note.

For Services Rendered. See what you can make of these.

Johan Klaas works at the heart of the global diamond trade based in Antwerp, and he agrees to use his contacts and knowledge to help trace the origins of these particular stones. For a price.

As the relationship between Christa and Johan deepens, so does her understanding of the way in which a natural, artless act of kindness years before can start an amazing chain of events.

Buy link: Amazon (FREE on Kindle Unlimited)

Excerpt (ages 18+)

He was still lying on the bed when she emerged from the luxurious en suite clad in just her new pyjamas and a generous splash of Chanel Coco, the expensive perfume a Christmas present from her sister. The sheer, camisole-style top tied in front with a couple of fragile ribbons of lace, and the fabric left little to the imagination. Her breasts were outlined clearly, the dark pink nipples pressing little points into the delicate material. The pants were long and loose and Christa thought they would not look out of place in a harem. Very appropriate, Christa reflected… Or inappropriate, depending on your view.

Christa paused in the doorway, self-conscious suddenly. She was normally so cautious, prim almost. This was so unlike her, really, she ought to—

“You were right, chérie. The outfit is very pretty indeed.” Perhaps he recognised her indecision, her wavering, but Johan allowed her no time in which to reconsider. Christa was glad of it as he rolled from the mattress and came to stand before her. He gently fingered the ribbon which masqueraded as some sort of shoulder strap. “May I…?”

“May you … What?” Her voice was a husky whisper.

“This.” He eased the strap down her arm, causing the gossamer-thin fabric to cascade away in a soft sweep. One breast was exposed. Christa held her breath. It never occurred to her to seek to cover herself.

Johan lowered his gaze, his lip curling in sensual appreciation. He cupped Christa’s face between his hands to hold her still for his kiss. She was going nowhere, in any case. His lips were warm, soft, teasing hers until she opened for him. His tongue explored her mouth, curling around hers in a hot, suggestive dance.

Christa mewled deep in her throat when he lowered his hands to stroke her shoulders, then trailed his fingers lower still to tease the erect, exposed nipple. He circled it with his fingertips, then took the hardened bud between his finger and thumb and applied just enough pressure to make her gasp.

“You like this, ma petite? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she breathed. “It was just, I never…”

“Pleasure is good, is it not?” He cupped the full mound in his hand and caressed her slowly, stroking his fingers across the quivering peak before he caught it again and, this time, squeezed hard enough to make her squeal. “But pain is even more exciting, if properly applied. Do you not agree, little Christa, my beautiful flower-seller?”

Christa should have been frightened: his words made no sense. At the same time, she understood him perfectly, and was in no doubt as to his meaning. He intended to hurt her, and he meant her to enjoy it.

How had he known? How had he had even the slightest inkling that she might respond? She had hardly known, herself, until this moment.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Oh yes.”

He chuckled and kissed her mouth again, at the same time easing her other strap from her shoulder. A tug was all it took on the two fragile scraps of lace which tied in front to hold the two halves of the top closed. The garment opened and he was able to slide the top from her body and drop it behind her on a low sofa.

Now his palms caressed both breasts, his touch firm yet still gentle. Christa arched, presenting her body, asking for more.

Johan broke the kiss to trail a hot, damp path across her collar bone and down to her breasts. He locked his hands behind her, under her bottom and lifted her so he could better reach her nipples with his lips. Christa grasped his shoulders and flung back her head as he took first one peak, then the other, into his mouth.

Christa moaned. “That’s… That feels so…”

He sucked, curling his agile tongue around one engorged nipple. A crackle of electricity surged from the pebbled nub straight to her clit. Christa opened her legs and wrapped them around his body, not minding in the least that he remained fully dressed whilst she was as near naked as made no difference.

He turned, and walked back toward the bed, as Christa crossed her ankles in the small of his back. He leaned forward to tip her onto the duvet then followed her down.

His mouth closed around her nipple again, the suction harder now, the sensation more intense. Christa’s pussy tingled and clenched as she writhed against him, desperate, purring, seeking more.

“The pants are gorgeous, as are you, chérie, but I think we might lose them now. Do you agree?”

Christa did agree, whole-heartedly. She reached for the waistband, intending to shove them down past her hips, but Johan caught her hand and stopped her.

“No, allow me. Please.”

More about Ashe Barker

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

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Questions and answers: an interview with Ashe Barker:

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

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

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

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

How many books have you written? Are they all erotic fiction?

I think I have about forty titles out now, and yes, they are all erotic stories. Some are more BDSM themed and some are spanking/domestic discipline. At first I wrote just contemporary stories, then I started adding a few historicals and more recently I started writing sci-fi too.

What advice would you have for writers who decide to try their hand at erotica?

I’d tell them to have a go, but to have a decent thesaurus to hand. And an internet connection. Youtube and Google are the erotica writer’s friend, and Wikipedia of course, the fount of all wisdom and knowledge.

If you could have been told one thing that you weren't told when you were a teenager, what would you like to have heard?

I was given lots of advice as a teenager, much of it unsolicited and not especially good. I think we all have to make our own mistakes, but hopefully I haven’t made the same mistake to many times. That would be sad.

Looking back, I think the most important thing I picked up along the way was that we all have choices, all the time. We’re entitled to choose our own way in life, but we should also be ready to own and accept the consequences of our decisions.

Someone once invited me to cast my mind forward to a time perhaps sixty years from now when I’ll be long-gone and my daughter (currently eighteen) is herself entering old age. Imagine she’s talking to her grandchildren, telling them about me. What would I like her to be saying? My actions now, today, will dictate what those obituaries might be so don’t leave it until later to be the sort of person you want to be remembered as.

 

Liberated Heart by Measha Stone

Please welcome back Measha Stone who is here today with her book Liberated Heart.

Kneeling before him, she found her freedom.

Genre: BDSM erotic romance

Blurb

Erin’s life has crumbled. Not only has her fiancé run off with another woman, she realizes their entire relationship was a joke. After some soul-searching, and Googling, she jumps head first into a world that only existed in her darkest fantasies.

Bradley Sorenson has come to terms that he will never have a lasting relationship with a submissive.  After all, no woman could see to his darker needs in the playroom and continue his brand of power exchange outside of it.  But when Erin shows up at his BDSM club, looking for answers to questions he’s sure she doesn’t even understand, his resolve begins to weaken.

Bradley opens the door to this new world and escorts Erin inside, promising to show her everything she wants to see and more. But just as she begins to find contentment in her true self, she receives a letter that starts a chain of blackmail that could ultimately end her new relationship. Between the blackmail and her new self-awareness, Erin must fight the urge to creep back into the cage she’s so used to hiding in, and work to liberate her heart.

Disclaimer: This is an erotic romance. Themes include bondage and discipline – strong stuff but worth it. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Buy links:

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Excerpt

She let the information sink into her mind. Slaves.  The terminology of everything she’d read over the past few days stuck with her, and she didn't think she could ever consider herself a slave. She didn’t mind the term, and she thought no less of anyone who would categorize themselves as such, but she wasn’t sure she fit in that mold. One idea that she engrained in herself over the last two weeks was that she was not the freak she’d originally believed. She was no weakling, either. No one could submit themselves onto another person's will and be weak. It took strength. And a hell of a lot of trust. 

“That might be interesting to see.” She nodded. Very interesting, especially if the play were to all be in the public viewing area, she’d be able to see what she wanted to see without having to get too involved with anyone.  She just needed to get the membership approved as quickly as possible.   “Do you think I’ll be able to get my membership in order by then?”

“I wasn't telling you about the auction because I want you to view it.” He folded his hands in front of himself, where she could see the obvious bulge in his jeans. Had their short interaction been as intoxicating to him as it was to her?  “I told you about the auction because if after I’ve finished with you here, you decide you’d like that distraction- that rebound- the auction is as good a place as any to get on with it.  But understand, that if you come to the auction. If your pretty ass is standing on the auction block. I will buy you. I will own you.”

ALSO IN THE WINDY CITY SERIES

HIDDEN HEART, BOOK 1

A woman given up on love, second guesses her solitary life when meeting a man who won’t take no for an answer and opens her eyes to an entire world of pleasure she didn’t know existed before him.

SECURED HEART, BOOK 2

A headstrong, fiery woman seeks to fulfill her fantasies in all the wrong places, and it’s up to the security expert to tame her, and keep her safe.

INDEBTED HEART, BOOK 3

An independent woman, moves to Chicago to find a new start for her life, but finds those from the past aren’t always best to leave behind. A laid back, yet protective dominant steps in as her hopes for the future begin to unravel.

More about Measha Stone

Measha Stone lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and their children. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. Her vanilla writing has been published in the online magazine efiction and the DuPage Writers Group annual journal Possibilities. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and spending time with her kids- who are just as creative and crazy as her.

Connect with Measha Stone on social media:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/measha.stone.5

Twitter:  @measha_stone

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Blog:  https://www.meashawrites.com/blog

Question and answer with Measha Stone:

What are your ambitions for your writing career?

Every author has a different idea of what success looks like to them. For me, having readers look forward to my upcoming releases is success. I want to succeed in producing a world where my readers can lose themselves and fall in love with my characters. If I can do that, I’m successful.

What have you written?

I’ve written short stories that are completely non erotic and not romantic in the least.  Those are mostly short thriller type stories.  As for romance I’ve written 5 BDSM romances, a collection of flash fiction and short stories, and am working on my 6th novel.

Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special?

Erin has so much hidden strength that even she can barely see it.  But it’s this strength that she has to tap into in order to reinvent herself in the world she wants to live in.  And Bradley is just so damn firm in his resolve to get her out of her shell he takes my breath away.

Do you have a special time to write or how is your day structured?

I write during my lunch at work and in the evenings when at all possible.

Do you aim for a set amount of words/pages per day?

My daily goal is 1,000 words if I’m only able to get work done during lunch and 2,000 if I get the night time hours too

Do you ever get writer’s block?

Sometimes, but I try not to let that stop me. One of the most valuable exercises I learned in college was the stream of consciousness writing.  You just sit down and write, doesn’t have to make sense or even form into anything more than ramblings, but just write. So when I have trouble coming up with something, I’ll do that and usually the first few minutes are just me spewing garbage, but then something forms that is usable.

Do you let the book stew – leave it for a month and then come back to it to edit? 

I do let it stew for a bit before a full edit. Fresh eyes see better.

What advice would you give to your younger self? 

I know you think you can’t, but do it anyway. I stopped writing for too many years because I was afraid I’d never be as good as Julie Garwood or Amanda Quick- my favorite romance writers at the time.  And I’m not still not as good as them, and probably never will be, but I don’t let that stop me anymore. And if I could go back, I’d slap my younger self upside the head and tell her to keep writing.

 

Leather & Grace by Maggie Ryan

The wonderful, prolific Maggie Ryan is back on my blog today with her book Leather and Grace.

Quentin loves three things with a passion; working with leather, vintage motorcycles, and women who have chosen a life of submission.

Blurb:

Murder… Despair… Hope.

Quentin Doucet loves three things with a passion: working with leather, vintage motorcycles, and women who have chosen a life of submission. His life was perfect until the day Beth disappeared off the face of the earth. Unable to stay in the vibrant city of New Orleans, where the memories are just too painful and his sense of guilt is just too great, he walks away when darkness threatens to consume him. It is only his sense of duty that has him returning when his best friend and business partner Brody is laid up with a broken leg. Despite Quentin's insistence that he isn't going to stay once Brody is back on his feet, fate has other plans. The night he steps into an art gallery, he feels as if his eyes are opening for the first time in two years. The paintings on the walls stir his soul almost as much as the artist herself.

The moment Grace meets Quentin at her exhibition and looks into his eyes, she feels an irresistible urge to press her lips against the pulsing vein in his neck. When he later steps into the room as the leader of her first class in submission, she knows she wants to be his. He is an enigma that she longs to solve, but she's well aware that until he is free of the pain of his past, he will never be ready to step into the future. 

With the help of a detective who refuses to allow a killer to go free, Quentin and Brody attempt to unravel a twisting labyrinth of clues to bring closure to a case long relegated to the cold files. The swamps of Louisiana hide the sins of many, but when Grace disappears, Quentin knows he won't survive if she's not found alive. Will his instincts allow him to find the woman he's come to love in time, or will he lose another to the marsh's embrace? Are the fates that cruel, or will God's grace give him another chance?

Find out in Leather and Grace, a tale of BDSM, murder, suspense, love, hope, lust and exploration, from Blushing Books and USA Today bestselling author Maggie Ryan.

Publisher's Note: This tale contains adult themes, including spanking and flogging, anal play and explicit sexual scenes between consenting adults. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.

Buy it now: Amazon

Excerpt:

"I knocked," Quentin said.

"Well, obviously I didn't hear you. You might have a key, but that isn't an excuse to invade my privacy."

"Look, I didn't know anyone was here. I just came in to get some stuff for Brody."

"That's not his laptop," Grace said, pointing to a small desk built into the wall. "Why would his be out when he's in the hospital?"

"I didn't even consider that," Quentin admitted. "Forgive me, I really didn't mean to invade your privacy." He looked down at the screen and said, "Does it help if I say that you are as good a photographer as you are a painter?"

"Not particularly," Grace said bluntly. "What would help would be if you get what you need and leave."

Quentin shut the lid of the computer and saw that she had turned away. God, the towel clung to the globes of her ass, the contours promising a plump bottom that his hand itched to both fondle and spank. Forcing himself to his senses, he moved to the desk and added the laptop that did have a power cord, though it was not plugged into anything. Placing it in the box, he moved out of the kitchen to find Grace standing by the door.

"I tried to find you yesterday," he said. "I wanted to apologize. Hell, now I owe you two." When she didn't say anything, he continued. "I was an ass, and shouldn't have given you the silent treatment, and was an even bigger ass when I did speak by saying what I did. You didn't deserve either." He was pleased to see her posture relaxing slightly, her green eyes no longer flashing in anger, but she hadn't smiled either. "And I apologize for barging in. I didn't even consider you'd be here…"

"Why? Did you think I'd run away after discovering that the next-door neighbor was… how did you describe him? Ah yes, an ass."

Quentin squashed his first instinct, which was to drop the box, pull the towel off her little frame and bend her over his thigh for a spanking. Instead, he took a deep breath and nodded. "Fine, I deserved that. However, when a person apologizes, it is expected that it be accepted with grace."

"Like the grace you showed me when I apologized last night?"

"No, as I said, that wasn't grace… it was me being an idiot." He took a step forward. "I won't barge in again."

She reached for the doorknob and then sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that. It was rude." Removing her hand, she held it out. "Truce?"

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Maggie Ryan, in her own words:

#1 International and USA Today bestselling author for Blushing Books. I write both contemporary erotica and historical spanking romances. I enjoy writing about characters that enjoy the provocative D/S lifestyle of today’s times, as well as taking a step back into the past to write stories that take place in the Victorian era with age-play as a theme.

I live in the great Lone Star state with my wonderful husband. I have always loved reading. Growing up in a family with four children, it was difficult finding a place to be alone. I was probably one of the squeakiest clean girls on the planet as I would spend hours in the tub so I could read without being bothered. It wasn’t long before I began to make up my own endings to the books I was reading. From there, it just seemed natural to begin writing my own stories.

I never try to restrict myself to any one genre because there are just too many delicious possibilities out there and inside my head. I admit to being somewhat of a romantic, though, as my stories always must have a great deal of love, passion, corporal discipline and, of course, great, mind-blowing sex. I want my readers to be able to see, hear, feel and know the characters that I’m creating as well as I do when I bring them to life and transfer their stories to paper. I want my women to be strong of character but also strong enough to know that submission given in love and trust to your partner does not make you weaker, it makes you far stronger. I want my men to be sexy, strong, demanding alpha males who know how to take what they want while acknowledging it is a gift they have been blessed with by the women that have chosen to submit to them. I want there to be no doubt that they truly would die for the other no matter how others might view their relationship.

Connect with Maggie Ryan on social media:

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Don’t miss these exciting titles by Maggie Ryan and Blushing Books!

Charming Isabella

Louisa Revealed: Women of Wintercrest Book 1

Lord Edward’s Law: Women of Wintercrest Book 2

Claimed: Women of Wintercrest Book 3

Lucy Surrenders: Women of Wintercrest Book 4

Summer Solace

Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca

Lucy’s Journey Home: Hunter’s Ridge Book 1

Homecoming: Hunter’s Ridge Book 2

Reunion: Hunter’s Ridge Book 3

Blessed Beginnings: Hunter’s Ridge 4

Designed for Submission: Divine Designs Book 1

A Submissive's Dream: Divine Designs Book 2

Treasured Submission

Haven’s Promise: Divine Designs Book 3

The Christmas Pickle

A Submissive’s Gift: Divine Designs Book 4

Rosie’s Resolutions (Masters of the Castle)

My Charming Valentine (Corbin’s Bend)

Miss Summers’ School: Lessons in Submission, Book One

Cherry’s Jubilee: Lessons in Submission, Book Two

Ever Lasting Hope (Corbin’s Bend)

An Author’s Angst (Corbin’s Bend)

Realizing Her Dream (w/ Laurel Jane)

His Passionate Pioneer

My Sassy Settler

A Little Sunshine (written w/ Abbie Adams)

Vintage Values (Corbin’s Bend)

Jewel’s Gems (The Red Petticoat Saloon)

Rescuing Ruby Red (The Red Petticoat Saloon)

Lilly Blossoms: Lessons In Submission, Book Three

Leather and Grace

 

 

Collared by Rayanna Jamison (Vegas Nights Book 1)

Rayanna Jamison is here today with her book Collared (Vegas Nights Book 1) from Blushing Books.

Genre: BDSM – ages 18+

One day, you will wear my collar.

Blurb:

Diamond Barrett has spent the last four years hiding in plain sight, working as a show girl in Las Vegas, trying to forget the painful memories of her mother's untimely death. When the details of the gruesome accident finally surface on the morning of her 25th birthday, Diamond's pain leads her to a series of bad choices that result in the loss of her job.

Now what?

Paxton Donovan's very presence exudes dominance and captures the attention of everyone around him. He has spent years creating his brand as a business owner and professional dominant. There is no time for anything that interferes with the order with which he runs his business and life. Structure, order, rules, discipline. Business without pleasure. No distractions.

But nothing could have prepared Pax for Diamond as their two worlds collide and both of their perfectly ordered and quiet lives combust. Will their undeniable attraction and intense passion be worth the risk of pain and heartache as they shatter their safe lives?

Disclaimer: this book contains scenes involving BDSM and spanking of adult women. Strong stuff but worth it. If you are uncomfortable with these practices, please do not read this book.

Buy links:

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FREE on Kindle Unlimited

Excerpt (PG)

“I don’t want to eat. Can you just tell me what you have to say? Do you have a plan to get my job back?”

Pax scoffed at her. It was actually a full on laugh. “No. Once Jason makes up his mind about something, it’s done. There’s no going back. Man’s as stubborn as a pack mule. At least when it comes to business decisions,” he added as an afterthought.

“Oh.” Diamond frowned, and picked up a piece of toast, nervously ripping the crust into tiny pieces.

“I need a new girl. We need some fresh meat to keep up interest and provide regular… entertainment.”

Her eyes blazed, and she dropped her toast, suppressing the urge to pick up her steaming hot coffee and throw it in his face. “I am not a whore! And furthermore, I’m not desperate. I have options you know, plenty of them.” She actually only had one that she knew of, but he didn’t need to know that.

Pax stood, towering over her. He looked about as angry as she felt.  “What are you talking about? Nobody called you a whore or even insinuated as much. You need to chill, girl. You might still be a little bit drunk or something, because you are making zero sense.”

“Oh yeah? Pax’s girls? Ring a bell? Isn’t that basically what you just asked me to be?”

His eyebrows crinkled high into his forehead, and he frowned. “Well, yes. But it doesn’t mean what you seem to think it means. I don’t think we’re on quite the same page here.”

“Oh, really? Enlighten me then.”

“Only if you dial back the attitude.”

“Fine.” It was her turn to cross her arms. She copied his stance from earlier and looked at him crossly. “I’m listening.”

“Rojo, if you didn’t know is a mild BDSM club with a focus on spanking. My girls dance the same as you did here. They don’t do anything else, other than serve the customers drinks and keep them happy and comfortable—and no, that doesn’t mean what you seem to think it means. The only difference is, well for one thing, I take care of my girls. Comped rooms, paid meals, monthly allowance, health insurance, all that jazz. I also pay better than Jason, but don’t tell him I said that. My girls also follow my rules. They keep a curfew, they eat healthy, they work out, and they show up on time. I keep them on a short leash. I want them in tip-top shape at all time. The kind of stunt you pulled last night would not be tolerated.”

“Right I get it. You’d toss me out on my ass—just like Jason is.”

“No. My girls mess up—they deal with the consequences. If you had been mine last night—and that was a regular occurrence—yeah, I’d get rid of you. You’d be a liability, and I’d have no choice. But unlike Jason, I pay attention to things like extenuating circumstances, and according to the things I learned from your file, coupled with the things I saw in yesterday’s paper—for you, last night certainly qualified as such.”

Pax was making it really hard to hate him the way she wanted to, and she kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. She couldn’t get past the idea that she was missing something. Something important.

“Thank you.” She was thankful for the kindness he was showing her, and the care he had apparently shown last night. “So, are you offering me a job?”

“On one condition.”

She stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

“You’re tomorrow night’s entertainment. And that means, you accept the consequences for your mistakes last night. On stage. In front of a crowd.”

Rayanna Jamison in her own words:

Writing has been a passion of mine since I was 9 years old, and I always dreamed of becoming an author, but life happens and sometimes that first step seems like a giant leap. I credit a life changing move from the Oregon to Utah in the fall of 2013 as the catalyst that began my writing career.

I now reside in Southern Utah with my husband, my two children, two dogs, my mother, my 90 year old grandfather and a lizard named Leo.

I write what I love to read, which is fun romantic stories about submission in its many forms, and often joke that my stories get slightly dirtier with each one I write. When I am not writing, I enjoy my passions, which include cooking, drinking good coffee and good wine, shopping for crazy knee socks, celebrating with sushi for every occasion, and most of all spending time with my friends and family.

Amazon Author Page: amazon.com/author/rayannajson

To Know You by Jaye Peaches

Jaye Peaches is visiting today with her book, To Know You, a BDSM romance.

Dominance isn’t about love - until Gemma meets Jason.

Blurb:

What happens when a kink-loving woman has to come to terms with a traumatic episode in her life? Can the broken submissive learn to trust again?

When Gemma Marshall resigns from a good job to work as a lowly intern in the heart of the City of London, immediately, the elusive company boss, Jason Lucas, seduces her.

Following a whirlwind of weekend trysts at his country mansion, Jason’s need to dominate her re-awakens her terrifying nightmares and leads to revelations from both of them.  What Jason seeks is an enduring relationship which means Gemma, if she wishes to win his heart and soul, has to return to the extraordinary life she’d left behind.

Can Gemma survive another relationship with an alluring master of the bedroom or will she finally turn her back on her natural desires?

Their passionate and highly erotic affair reaches crisis point when her ex-lover hunts her down, seeking retribution.

To Know You is a fictional account of two people who begin a journey together. It is a complete story.  Both characters are sexy and know what they want. Neither are novices, neither expect love in their relationship. One takes control and the other yields.

Please note: this book contains erotic scenes including BDSM. Strong stuff but worth it. If this offends you, please do not purchase this book.

Buy Link:

Amazon

Excerpt:

“Are you going to fire me, sir?” I whispered, hoping to placate him quickly. “Punish me?” I didn’t want it. But there again, it worked. It moved things on. When done right, except, I still wasn’t sure if he understood how much trust I placed in his integrity.

Jason sighed, and perched on his desk. “No. The situation is under control. Managers have been slapped back into line. I’m not going to fire you. It’s obvious you didn’t intend to make mischief and I don’t think it would help your career. I want this, us, to work, which means I will punish you—I’m not going to fire your arse, like I warned you I would.” Gone were the unpleasant tones of an angry boss. Something else switched into play—husky, stern and bizarrely warming. It was exactly what I needed to hear.

Striding to the door, he bolted it, locking us in. “I want you to stand facing the wall, over there, nose against it while you compose yourself.”

I trembled, my heart pounding, as I carried out his instructions. I was strangely excited—punishment in an office was a fantasy of mine—except the fantasy was really happening. What was he going to do to me? Wedged in the corner, my legs wobbled.

Eventually, he issued his next command. “Drop your skirt and knickers off.”

Inhaling deeply, I shuffled out of my skirt and slipped out of my knickers, leaving behind my stockings and high heels. I picked the clothes up and laid them on one of the chairs.

Jason selected a chair and moved it away from the conference table. Sitting on it, he waved me over with his forefinger, while with the other hand he undid his tie and pulled it out from under his collar. With a flick of his wrist, he loosened the top button.

“Turn around,” he instructed, and he used his necktie to bind my wrists. Holding my arm by the elbow, he lowered me across his lap, then hooked his leg over and trapped my thighs. He pressed down on the small of my back with the flat of his hand.

“I’m going spank you, Gemma, hard. This is a punishment,” a soft yet stern tone, “Why am I punishing you?”

“Because I was indiscreet, Sir,” I murmured. Underneath his hand, he must have been able to feel my racing heartbeats.

I closed my eyes and waited. The smack swept across both cheeks. He’d kept his palm rigid and flat, swiping up from right to left. Pain radiated out immediately and I gasped. While I gritted my teeth, more swipes followed. I hung my head and attempted to concentrate on processing the pain.

Jaye Peaches, in her own words:

I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy spending time with my family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

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Get to know Jaye Peaches better with this author Q&A:      

So first, of course, the obvious question. How did you become a writer?

By accident more than design. I’ve always enjoyed writing since a young child. I filled exercise books with stories and diaries, so when my previous job ended six years ago, I had more time to take my hobby further. By then, I’d already penned a few spanking stories, and had ideas for more. My secret life as a kinky writer as Jaye Peaches wasn’t realised until I’d drafted nine books. To Know You was the first of these and this new version has been especially re-edited to celebrate my third year as an author.

Tell me about To Know You.

I wanted to combine the escapism of wealth – the playground for writing fantasies without boundaries – with the real-life world of domination and submission. The heroine, Gemma, isn’t a novice submissive with little experience, nor is she interested in romance. I didn’t want to write about the awakenings of virgin submissive who stumbles upon kink through a romantic relationship, instead I wanted to drop the reader straight into her life as a kink-loving individual who is independent and determined. The premise of the story is that she had a terrible experience and can’t believe she will ever be another dominant’s submissive. Jason, the aloof businessman, is at heart a caring man who initially wants to re-kindle what she has lost, only to find he needs more than her submission. The book isn’t simply about a submissive’s journey, but a dominant’s too. He has to adapt his dominance to meet her needs.

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

Letting go of the characters. In the end, I didn’t. I wrote an ending, a conclusion to the story that leaves the reader satisfied, then continued to write more about the couple. I enjoyed watching - or should that be imagining - how they developed and ensuring I remained true to their story.

Are you like any of your heroines?

Some have interests I share – Gemma is an artist, and I love to draw. In another book, Perfect Notes, I describe the relationship between to musicians. I’m also a musician. As for the kink? I prefer to keep my private life, private. 

A Gift for the Commander by Sara Fields

Erotic romance author Sara Fields is here today, sharing her novel A Gift for the Commander

By day Sara does science and by night she writes spanking romances. Having been on the spanking scene for many years, Sara has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about! Sara decided to write hot spanking fiction so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.  Genre: BDSM

Blurb:

Though Olivia is grateful to be alive after she is rescued from a terrible tyrant and brought to the planet Terranovum, she is none too pleased when she learns that she is to be auctioned as a slave to the highest bidder. But before she can be sold, she must be trained, and the man who will train her is none other than the commander of the king’s army.

Wes has tamed many human slaves and when Olivia resists his efforts to bathe her in preparation for her initial inspection, he strips the beautiful, feisty girl bare and spanks her soundly. The stern chastisement leaves Olivia tearful and repentant yet undeniably aroused, and Wes starts her lessons in submission by making her beg him shamefully for the release her body needs so badly.

Once she has been thoroughly and intimately examined, Olivia’s training begins in earnest, and Wes takes her to his bed to teach her what it means to surrender her body to a dominant man. But try as he might, he cannot bring himself to see Olivia as just another slave. She touches his heart in a way he thought nothing could, and with each passing day he grows more certain that he must claim her as his own. But with war breaking out across Terranovum, can Wes protect both his world and his woman?

A Gift for the Commander is the third book of the Terranovum Brides trilogy, which began with A Gift for the King and continued with A Gift for the Doctor.

Publisher’s Note: A Gift for the Commander is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, elements of BDSM, and more – tough stuff but worth it. If such material offends you, please don’t read this book.

Buy links:

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Excerpt:

“You know me well already. If I have my way, this gorgeous bottom of yours will always be a pretty shade of red. What do you think of that?”

“Wes!”

“Nope, I don’t think that’s how you’re supposed to refer to me now, is it?”

“Owww! It hurts!”

“It’s a spanking. It’s supposed to hurt.”

His hand felt like a paddle, it was so large that it covered an entire side of her bottom with every swat. Her blood began to boil, the pain of his spanks igniting something deep in her core. She panted and whined as he continued her punishment.

“Wes, please!”

“Do I need a paddle to remind you what the correct way to address me is, Olivia?”

“No! No paddle, please, master!”

The spanks lighting her bottom on fire suddenly stopped, and his finger lingered on the space between her thighs. She groaned as his fingers glided over her obvious arousal, and she gasped when his hand clapped over her pussy in a mark of ownership that heated her body to new levels. The sound of his palm slapping against her dampness caused her entire body to flush in embarrassment. Wes smiled darkly as he pulled his hand away, leaving her breathy and wanting more, even after the events of the morning they had just shared.

Other books in this series

Amazon – A Gift for the King

 

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