Crime

Absolving Amy by RJ Gray

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

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

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

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

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

More about RJ Gray

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

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Her Convict Constable by Kate Charlton

I’m thrilled to have new author Kate Charlton on my blog today with her book, Her Convict Constable.

She’s survived the mean streets of Manchester and slavery in a mill. Can she survive a brutal penal colony?

Blurb:

Convict Tilly Marsden has to serve four years as an unpaid maid in Australia before she can get the prized Ticket of Leave.

With freedom only two months away, Tilly agrees to turn a friend’s shirt into a dress.  When she discovers it was stolen, she throws it in the river.

Watching her is Joel Agnew, a convict working as an unpaid police constable. Sensing Tilly deserves a break, he dishes out some old-fashioned discipline. They both think that’s the end of the matter.

Then a body is discovered and Tilly finds herself in danger. Can Joel help her before it’s too late?

Publisher's Note: Her Convict Constable is a sweet romance with a bit of mystery and old-fashioned Victorian discipline.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Joel was heartily sick of ‘John Bull and Bonaparte’ by the time they reached the stocks outside the Police Office. Only when the old man realised what was about to happen did he become aggressive. He tried to push Joel away, but Joel grabbed him more firmly and shoved his arms into the stocks. He slammed the wood down, clicking the metal lock into place.

“I’ve done nothing wrong,” the man protested. “I had a nice drink or two with my friends. No reason to lock me in here.”

“There’s a law against being drunk and disorderly in the street,” Joel told him. “That’s why you’re in the stocks.”

“I’m a free settler here, I’ll have you know! I’m not an emancipist!” His face twisted into a sneer on the word ‘emancipist’. “I’m no common criminal, but you are, I’ll be bound! You’re one of the damned convicts they’ve brought in as constables!” He spat on the ground.

“Have a good night, sir.” Joel walked away, grinning.

“Oi!” the man shouted. “You can’t just leave me here!”

“See you in the morning,” Joel called back.

“In the morning?” the man bellowed. “You let me out now! Right now, do you hear! My son’s expecting me home.”

Joel chuckled as he walked back along Macquarie Street and out of earshot of the man’s continued protests. No doubt his son would be glad not to have his sleep interrupted by that caterwauling. It was almost time that he, Joel, called it a day too. But first, he had a fine to collect from a man who hadn’t been at his house near the wharf when Joel had called round earlier. He’d surely be home now that the pubs had closed for the night. After that Joel would get some sleep. Tomorrow he had another full day ahead, trying to find out what had happened to that wretched shirt as well as all his usual duties.

As he turned towards the wharf, he noticed a young woman a few feet ahead of him, also headed in the direction of the river. She carried a candle and he could just make out the shift and boots that marked her as a servant. She wore a bonnet, and her fair hair hung loose about her shoulders. If she was walking around at this time of night, then she was up to no good. No servant was sent out on errands this late, on their own after dark.

The road she took led directly to the river, and not past any public houses or brothels. He followed her carefully, trying not to make a sound. When they reached the wharf, he ducked behind a tree and watched her walk right up to the river.

She placed her candle on the ground, looked around furtively and lifted up her shift. He caught a glimpse of her small waist and plump bottom and his cock hardened.

It was so long since he’d been with a woman. Not since his footman days. Once he’d got his Ticket of Leave, he’d make up for that. He’d find a fine woman and marry her. Together they could build a wonderful life here. Perhaps she too, whether free settler or ex-convict, would want to return to England. Maybe they’d have children. He’d never keep his hands off her if she had a gorgeous bum like this woman on the wharf.

Right now, though, that bum needed smacking, not fondling. He saw her untie something around her waist, a shirt by the look of it. Again, she glanced furtively around her. Joel stayed close to the tree.

She shook down her shift and threw the shirt in the river.

Kate Charlton

Kate Charlton loves romance, history, mystery and the occasional dose of old-fashioned discipline. She combines all four in her books.

Dark & deliciously different - Groomed - 5 / 5 stars

Groomed is a crime thriller, a spanking tale, churned up with the pressures of modern marriages. It hooked me from the first page.

Set in Australia during the early days of the internet 1999-2000, snapchat, Instagram, twitter etc do not exist. People connect on internet message boards called forums.

Enter Charlotte, a curious magazine editor. She has found a forum she can’t stop visiting. It’s called Spanking Sheilas. The participants on the site boast of their idyllic marriages built on the ‘naughty-wives-with-stern-husbands’ model. Everything in Spanko-land is perfect: the intimacy, the sex, the rules, and, of course, the hot spankings for breaking those rules.

After reading the posts night after night, Charlotte aches for what the Sheilas have. All she has to do is persuade her husband Connor to join the fun. It doesn’t matter that their marriage is already under a lot of strain. He is dealing with the demands of his ex-wife. Charlotte’s father is gravely ill in the UK. Charlotte decides spankings might be just the thing to bring Connor and her closer together. I loved her tenacity.

This is where the gloves come off. Most DD books portray spanking as a one-cure-fixes-all while delivering sweet ecstasy to those who dare. Man spanks woman. Woman doesn’t protest (much). Smoking sex ensues. Woman succumbs to the charm of her gorgeous alpha male.

Groomed tells a very different story. It shows confronting gaps between expectation and reality.

The book delivers bare-knuckle honesty, insightful intelligence, and occasional humour. It washes away the sugar-coating of fantasy and exposes the perils when innocent people buy into the carefully-edited lives of strangers. What you see may not be what you get. 

Charlotte’s growing obsession with DD soon shifts into high gear. As I read, my sympathies were torn between Charlotte and Connor. I understood her obsession all too well. At the same time, to the uninitiated this desire can seem bizarre, hard to assimilate.

When Connor’s finally gives up on the spanking effort, Charlotte reaches out to the Sheilas for help. Soon she is hiding things from Connor and on her way to meet a complete stranger. Heedless of any danger, she meets him in a public place. Nothing can go wrong there, can it?

If you like a well-written book, that challenges some of the fairy tale romances in the DD genre, you’ll love Groomed. If you like a good crime book, go no further.

Disclaimer: I was a beta reader for this book. I loved the earlier version of it so much that I bought it for my Kindle once it was released. It’s worth owning and reading more than once.

Buy link: Amazon

Publisher's Note: Groomed contains disciplinary scenes. If this is offensive to you, please do not read.

Want to know more? From my blog earlier this month:

Blurb

It’s 1999 and Charlotte and Connor have just got the internet at home. One night, Charlotte comes across an intriguing forum. It consists mostly of women posters whose husbands discipline them when they misbehave. In other words, they’re living Charlotte’s dream!

Charlotte’s marriage is in trouble. Work and family pressures have pushed her and Connor apart. The forum posters claim domestic discipline makes marriages closer, more intimate, that sex is through the roof. Charlotte wonders whether introducing the old-fashioned discipline she yearns for can bring her and Connor closer together too.

But Connor doesn’t take to the lifestyle and the failure frustrates Charlotte and drives them even further apart. In desperation, she seeks out a disciplinarian through the forum to satisfy her needs. He seems caring, thoughtful and is willing to take things slowly, allow time to build trust.

But there’s a missing backpacker who just might have a connection with the same disciplinarian.

Can Charlotte trust this charming man she’s met on the internet?

And how will it affect her marriage to Connor?

Will Charlotte ever get the loving discipline she craves?

Excerpt:

Thread: My worst spanking

Panda: What was the worst spanking you ever got from your husband? The worst spankings (there were several of them but they were all because of the same thing) I ever got from Hayden happened during our first Christmas after we were married. As you know, I was still struggling with bulimia when we married, and Hayden was trying to help me recover in his inimitable way!

Well, you know what Christmas and the run-up to it is like. All those work functions! Not to mention family dinners. Our calendar was chock-full of parties and dinners, and I was dreading it. The pressure to eat, having to control myself around so much tempting food, all the guilt about whether I was eating too much or too little. Of course, it would have been best to confide in Hayden, tell him I was finding it difficult. But no, of course, like always, I wasn’t very good at being sensible.

I managed the first function (his cricket club barbecue) okayish. I ate more than I was comfortable with, but I didn’t starve myself before or after and I didn’t purge. But my body felt uncomfortable and when we attended the second party (my work party) I couldn’t carry on eating that way till after Christmas. I’d blow up like a balloon!

So I skipped breakfast and lunch on the day of the work function. And fortunately it was a buffet, so I filled up my plate under Hayden’s eagle eye, then circulated, pretending to eat. But when I thought Hayden wasn’t looking, I deposited the contents of my plate in a nearby rubbish bin.

You guessed it. I’d only *thought* Hayden wasn’t looking. Turns out he’d been surreptitiously keeping an eye on me, suspecting I might be up to my old tricks.

He came over to me, touched me lightly on the arm, and said, “I think it’s going to be warmer tonight than we expected,” which is his code for, “When we get home tonight, I am going to warm your bottom.”

And, boy, did he. As soon as we got back (after midnight), he told me, “Get ready for bed and I’ll see you in my office in ten minutes.”

He looked and sounded so stern that I was showered, in my PJs, and in his office in under ten minutes. I didn’t want to risk a second spanking for disobedience!

When I walked into the office, he was sitting in the armchair and holding a wooden ruler in his hand. My insides lurched, and I whispered, “Hayden, I’m so sorry.”

Hayden tapped his knee with the ruler. “We’ll discuss your behaviour after you’ve been punished.”

I draped myself across his lap. He yanked down my pyjama bottoms and positioned me so that my left arm was trapped against his body. He took my free hand and held it against my back, so I couldn’t try to protect my bottom and risk getting my hand struck with the ruler. Then he brought the ruler down hard across my bottom.

He smacked me over and again with the ruler, concentrating on my sit spots. It wasn’t long before I started crying, but he must have given me another twenty hard whacks before he was through.

When he’d finished, he gently lifted me up and cuddled me on his lap. “You behaved very badly at the party tonight, sweetheart,” he said, gently soothing the sore broad stripes on my bottom as he scolded me. “You didn’t eat, you threw your food in the bin, and you tried to deceive me instead of telling me you needed help.”

“I know,” I said between gulps. “I’m so sorry.”

“The thing is,” he continued, “I now feel like I can’t trust you at these functions. So I’m going to take some pre-emptive action before every single function we attend, including Christmas dinner. Before we go out I’m going to spank you. But I will only spank one cheek, and as long as you behave yourself and eat sensibly, that’ll be the end of it. But if you misbehave, we’ll come home and I’ll spank the other cheek. But I hope the one very sore buttock will be a reminder to you to behave yourself all evening.”

The tears dripped from my face as I processed the idea of being spanked almost every day between now and Boxing Night. “We have two functions on Christmas Day,” I whispered.

“And you’ll get two pre-emptive spankings,” he said firmly.

I cried myself to sleep that night, while Hayden cuddled me. I wished I’d never been so stupid at the party. I was already very sore and sorry and the thought of being spanked again in less than twenty-four hours’ time was…well, let’s say I wasn’t looking forward to it a lot.

More about Bethany Leigh

Bethany lives in Australia, where she divides her time between the keyboard and the beach. Her books are a mixture of crimeance and romance, but they all involve a willful heroine getting her bottom smacked by an exasperated hero.

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