Daddy

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

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

Blurb:

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

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

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

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

Excerpt:

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

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

And that wasn’t what she wanted at all.

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

“Face the wall and spread your legs.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” she breathed.

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

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

And that changed everything.

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

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

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

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

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

Holy shit, but it hurt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Dom (Boston Doms, Book 1)

His Submissive (Boston Doms, Book 2)

Her Protector (Boston Doms book 3)

More about the authors

Jane Henry

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

Maisy Archer

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

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We Need a Little Christmas

Please join me in welcoming authors Abbie Adams and Katherine Deane today, contributors to the two-novella combo called We Need a Little Christmas.

Isn't this a gorgeous cover? It captures so much - the childlike position of the feet, the tantalizing bare thighs, all wrapped up with a Christmas bow.

Abbie Adams is a little girl at heart. She has always lived in a make-believe world, unwilling to share her fantasies with anyone for fear they would laugh at her, or worse, lock her up. She struggles with her desires to have a daddy who will keep her in line and yet baby her constantly. She writes to stay sane; this is her therapy.

Hiding her secret desires hasn't helped her, but sharing it with you, those of you who might also enjoy the same yearnings, well, that makes her happy. Come live inside Abbie's head if you dare.

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Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart. 

She loves cheese, red wine, chocolate, and snuggling up with her daughters’ kittens while reading a good book.

When not reading, or writing, you can find her knitting, sewing, crafting, or doing pretty much anything to keep her hands busy. She has taken over the dining room AKA craft room, much to her husband’s dismay. In one of her books, an energetic “craftaholic” would find herself over her husband’s knee for losing an important document in a pile of bi-cone crystals and mod podge. Her real life, and the people in them, give her plenty of ideas to work with.

Katherine has dubbed herself the queen of cheese. Not only is she a former Midwestern Cheese Head; she also loves to incorporate it into her books.

In her opinion, all romance deserves at least one cheesy scene that makes you cry.

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A Little Sugar, A Little Spice by Abbie Adams

Christmas is a time of magic and anticipation. Meri is far less concerned about what might be under her tree than she is about who is showing up on her doorstep. Though she adores her sister, Kim, even she has to admit that the woman tends to be the 'naughty' to Meri's 'nice'. Her husband, Sean, has already warned his little girl that he won't hesitate to turn her over his knee if she doesn't remember that their household has definite rules that are not to be broken. If she wishes to test her Daddy's resolve, instead of visions of sugarplums dancing in her head, his naughty little one will be dancing to the tune of a thick wooden spoon.

It doesn't take but two days before Kim has once again shown her true colors. Despite Meri's willingness to excuse her behavior, she finally admits that Kim's life would be so much better if someone cared for her the way her own Daddy did. Perhaps if Kim had her own bottom reddened, she would learn the error of her ways but would Meri ever have the courage to reveal the dynamics of her life to her sister?

When Sean invites Kim's boyfriend to dinner, the young woman is shocked-especially since she'd told Meri that they had broken up. She knows she isn't happy with her life but is worried what her sister might think if she learns what Kim really desires. Kyle is far less hesitant in reminding the stubborn woman he adores exactly who is in charge. Will the two sisters take the chance to unwrap the secrets they've both held onto for so long? Will they discover that loving men who appreciate both a little sugar and a little spice fulfills them in all ways and is the best Christmas present they could ever receive?

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We Need a Little Christmas by Katherine Deane

Jonathan agrees to try out age play with his beautiful wife, Ivy. Can they share a perfect little Christmas?

Thirty-three year old, Ivy Henry seems to have it all. A well-paying job, a new house, and her wonderful HOH/husband, Jack. At her request, they had incorporated Domestic Discipline into their marriage a few years ago and she flourished under his love, guidance, and support.

But, this year's holiday season is wreaking havoc on their calm relationship. Between the stress of work and hosting this year's Christmas Eve party for all the family, Ivy is becoming more and more out of control. To top it off, she has a secret she can't share with Jack.

Their relationship is wonderful but she wants more—a chance to explore her younger side. Ivy desires to do Age Play but is fighting her needs because it is embarrassing. How can she trust Jack not to laugh when she tells him she wants to curl up on his lap at night and call him Daddy?

Jack has been watching Ivy slip away emotionally for the past year. His beautiful, sweet wife is now always angry and ill tempered. DD just doesn't seem to be cutting it any longer. He can tell she is unhappy, but doesn't know how to help her until the day he finds her chat sessions on her computer. Discovering hope again, he begins to make plans to escape from this stressful holiday. He will introduce his precious Ivy to her new daddy—him. They both need to reconnect and they both need a Little Christmas.

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A Little Sugar, A Little Spice by Abbie Adams

Excerpt:

Now Sean crossed his own arms over his chest and sat back against the counter next to her. "You are an adult are you? Since when? You are making a much bigger deal of this than I am and I don't understand it one bit, but I'll let it go for now. I'm going to lock up. I want your adult self in the bed when I return."

As much as Meri was or wanted to be submissive, she was also very stubborn and in a mood, could be quite taxing on her husband's patience, or so she'd been told—many times. It was probably that little brat inside her which urged her into PJ's just then.

PJ's were a decision to be made and decisions were hard. When choosing between a sexy black teddy or a full one-pieced fleece-lined zippered footie pajama, she'd always choose the jammies. Her Daddy appreciated a teddy, or even one of the baby-doll nighties he'd picked out for her. He always went out of his way to meet her needs, whether nurturing, disciplining or making love like mad-monkeys. And he'd said "adult-self." She let her hand rest in the drawer with her silky, sexy nighties.

But he was being rather difficult tonight, so she opened the drawer next to it and fingered the warm fleecy sky blue jammies with the white lambs. Things could get rather hot if she opted for them… Sometimes playing hard to get led to her getting it hard—and that was always fun.

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We Need a Little Christmas by Katherine Deane

Excerpt:

Ivy had expressed a huge desire to have what these women had. She told them about her high stress job, and the awful high heeled shoes, and her bitch and jerks of bosses. She never used any real names. Thank God. He would have spanked her so hard she wouldn't have sat comfortably until after New Year's if she had. But she was smart. She expressed her deepest concerns and dreams. She wanted her husband to play daddy.

She loved Disney, snuggles, baby animals, coloring, eating with her mouth open, stomping through puddles and pouting at her husband. Oh yeah, she did do that a lot. Ivy wanted to escape for a while, and let her younger side run free. But she was too embarrassed to say anything. This news turned his coffee sour in his stomach. She didn't trust him enough to tell him this—her biggest desires and needs?

He could have helped her if he had known what she needed. She said she needed time to let go. To have no responsibilities. To act out, and know there would be repercussions. And most importantly, that he—Jack—would never get angry and leave her.

That made a ton of sense, considering her past. Her own father was so cold and distant, always working, never home. Not the sort of man to converse, and definitely not hold a young daughter on his lap and snuggle. It made sense she would want this after not receiving it growing up.

Could he give Ivy what she wanted? What she needed? Furrowing his brow, he opened a new browser and typed in the keywords. He didn't know much about what pretend daddies did with their grown women/pretend little girls. But he was pretty good at gathering information. He was going to find out everything he could about this Ageplay. And he was going to be the best daddy she could ever have.

He was going to have to spank his wife. No. Tonight, he would be paddling the bare bottom of his very naughty, little girl. Little girls don't hide things from their daddies. And Ivy was going to be one very sore, very sorry little girl when he was through with her. And then they would snuggle and talk.

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