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Thorolf by Vanessa Brooks

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This week Vanessa Brooks has taken me to a marvelous, vibrant world, that of the Vikings. Her book, Thorolf, captured me from the opening pages. If you’re looking to be carried away by an absorbing story, look no further. Book 6 in the Viking Surrender series, Thorolf is sexy, suspenseful, and romantic.

Blurb:

Ailsa, a woman scarred by the brutality of men, knowing peace only in the depths of the forest. Thorolf, a cunning warrior, as fierce as the wolves Ailsa adores. Enemies bound by marriage their attraction undeniable. But can her Viking husband mend Ailsa’s wounded heart?
A horde of battle-hardened, ferocious Nordic warriors.
A Pictish village at the mercy of its enemies.
A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides.
Delivered into Viking hands, claimed and conquered, each bride must accept that she belongs to her new master. But, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?
The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.
Begin the journey here...
Enter a world of suspense, seduction and adventure, told against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland.
Journey together with indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.
Thorolf is number six of nine powerfully seductive romances in the Viking Surrender series.
Disclaimer: Thorolf is intended for adults only. Spankings and other sexual activities represented in the book are fantasies only, intended for adults only.

Buy link: Amazon

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Excerpt:

A cold wet nose pushed into [Ailsa’s] palm. She glanced down, and there was Shadow, the wolf she had befriended, materialising in his uncanny way to comfort her.
The wolf’s yellow gaze met Ailsa’s briefly then slid away. His size and strength were reassuring to her, his thick pelt warm beneath her palm. Shadow often sensed her mood, appearing silently at her side—especially when she hunted deep within the forest. The Vikings moved again, and Shadow gave a low, growl. Ailsa released a sighing breath.
A sudden shout was followed by loud cries from the village. Ailsa neared the forest’s edge, slipping between the trees while Shadow nervously hung back.
The Viking leader appeared to be holding Eithne tightly, which told Ailsa their intentions were hostile. Readying her bow, she watched closely, swearing to let her arrow fly if anything dangerous happened.
An ominous crack of twigs behind her broke the silence. Shadow’s snarl alerted her to danger. The hairs rose on the nape of her neck. Turning, she saw nothing—then, through the trees, a man emerged. He appeared as thick as a tree trunk and just as tall. Dia! A Viking!|
His muscular chest was wide and strong, while his gaze seemed strangely wolf-like, his amber eyes intently focused upon Ailsa. Taut as the string on her bow, Ailsa lowered her weapon—gradually, carefully.
Calmly raising his arm, he spoke, seemingly without threat, although Ailsa sensed his apprehension. The Viking stretched out his palm, indicating the wolf should stand down and, to Ailsa’s amazement, Shadow sat, his threatening growl diminishing to a mere rumble of discontent.
Ailsa trembled under the scrutiny of the invader, intimidated by his superior physique. Her cheeks heated. How did a man become so muscular?
The Norseman rose to his feet gracefully and, closing the distance between them, held out his hand. At first, she refused to touch him—to trust him. His kind meant only death for her people. Had she not lost her own father during a Viking raid? But there was something about him… Hesitant, Ailsa finally accepted his aid, reaching for his hand. He pulled her up, holding her against his chest. She stared at his bronzed body, hardened by labour and war. Surprisingly, he smelled good.

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More about Vanessa Brooks

International bestselling author, Vanessa Brooks, lives in the heart of Sussex. Her passion is history and when she is not writing steamy romances, peppered with strong, sexy heroes, she spends her time out and about with her husband, eating cream teas and exploring Britain's many castles and stately homes; absorbing the past and dreaming up her next romantic plot!

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His To Master by BJ Wane

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The lovely BJ Wane is here today with her latest book, His To Master, another book in her highly successful Miami Masters series.

Sean agreed to Alessa’s request for guidance, but could she handle what she’d asked him for?

Blurb: The first time Sean Bates saw Alessa Alexander at a BDSM club without one of her friends attending with her, he didn’t approach her or interfere, deeming it was none of his business.  The second time, his protective, dominate instincts forced him to confront her, and then offer his professional counseling for her needs.

Alessa’s desire to turn herself over to a man’s full control kept her from believing she’d ever enjoy a long-term relationship like her friends recently committed to.  When she gets up the nerve to ask Sean Bates to tutor her in her unorthodox fantasies, the first scene he devises leaves her aching for more of his strict control, but worried about keeping her feelings uninvolved.

Past heartbreaks kept Sean and Alessa leery of hoping for too much from their agreed upon temporary relationship.  Between escalating problems with an ex at work and her insecurities, Alessa runs from Sean before she ends up hurt.  But it doesn’t take her long to realize how much she wants him and his strict discipline, enough to risk the height of humiliation to earn his forgiveness.

Disclaimer: His To Master is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women and explicitly sexual situations. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

He sat down but she resisted the tug on her hand with an uneasy glance toward the closed door.  “But, here?  What about your receptionist?”  Oh, God, she’d never be able to show her face to the older woman again if she heard what he planned to do.

“Barbara has left for lunch.  “We’re alone in the suite.  But make no mistake, Alessa.  There will be times I’ll tell you to do something with others present and giving up control means you either comply or walk away.  Now,” he yanked harder on her hand and sent her sprawling across his lap, “quit stalling.  Unless you have a different preference, red will be your ‘stop’ safe word, and if you say it, our agreement ends.  Period.”

She didn’t have time to assimilate that remark, or the cold chill she experienced when she thought of walking away from him.  Being placed over his hard thighs like a recalcitrant child was hard enough to take in, but then he lifted her skirt and her automatic response was to throw her hands behind her, a futile attempt to preserve a modicum of dignity.  “Wait!” she cried in panic over him baring her big butt.

“No.”  Sean pushed her hands down.  “Grab my leg if you have to, but don’t bring your hands back here again or I’ll swat them as well.”

Why that sounded worse than having her bottom smacked, she didn’t know, but didn’t hesitate to grip his muscled calf and brace herself for this humiliation.  Her plain white bikini panties came down next and the cool air wafting over her exposed flesh drew a shiver down her bowed spine.  With her bare buttocks the only part of her anatomy on display, Alessa had never felt so vulnerable, but the slow caress of his hand over her quivering cheeks soothed her anxiety.  His casual, soft exploration worked to loosen her tense muscles even though she still held her breath, waiting for that first slap.

BJ Wane in her own words:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking.  My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.

Connect with BJ Wane:

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Some of the (many) other books by BJ Wane:

MIAMI MASTERS SERIES:

Bound and Saved, book 1

Master Me, Please, book 2

Mastering Her Fear, book 3

Bound To Submit, book 4

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Conquered by the Viking by Ashe Barker

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Ashe Barker is back with a brand new book, Conquered by the Viking. You know what that means! A hot new story.

Blurb:

Eighteen-year-old orphan Merewyn has seen enough of Vikings to know she hates them, so she is furious when a band of shipwrecked Norsemen force their way into her home. Despite her best efforts to drive them away, their leader makes it clear they intend to stay for the winter. To her surprise, he also takes an interest in her well-being, and when Merewyn attempts to run off and fend for herself the battle-hardened warrior strips her bare for a painful, humiliating switching.

Despite his willingness to chastise her so shamefully, Merewyn cannot deny that these men are not the savage barbarians she expected, and she does not object when the huge, handsome brute who so recently punished her takes her in his arms and claims her hard and thoroughly. As the weeks pass, Merewyn's uninvited guest masters both her body and her heart ever more completely, but does he plan to truly make her his or will she be left behind when he sails home?

Publisher’s Note: Conquered by the Viking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

His voice had hardened, the shift almost imperceptible but enough to impel Merewyn to obedience. She tilted her head back for his ministrations, acutely conscious of the cooling air which now caressed her naked breasts. Her nipples swelled and hardened in the draught. Merewyn prayed that he might not notice, though she knew he would.

This Viking missed nothing.

He poured the clean water over her hair, lifting the long tresses to dunk them in the water before applying the soap. He massaged the lather into her scalp, his fingers working large, firm circles on her sensitised flesh. Despite the embarrassing state of her nipples, not to mention the peculiar clenching at her core which she was quite unable to control, Merewyn was mortified when she let out an involuntary moan.

"I am sorry, I did not mean--"

"It is not a problem. Please, relax, make such sounds as you wish."

"I would not wish you to think that I... I..."

"That you are enjoying this?"

"Yes."

"I know that you are, but we need not dwell upon that fact if you prefer not to."

"Thank you," she whispered.

"And this? Do you like this also?" He shifted his fingers to the nape of her neck just as he had done before, and proceeded to caress the delicate skin there.

Merewyn opted not to respond, though her nipples tightened even more and heat furled at her core.

She should have protested when his fingers once again crept over her shoulders, kneading and squeezing until she believed she might expire with the sheer pleasure of it. Her muscles stretched and loosened, the stress of recent days falling away. There was something almost magical in his touch, a knowing, practised ease. He seemed to understand her body's needs better than she did.

Merewyn lay still as he continued his exploration, his clever fingers moving lower, across her chest to find her puckered nipples.

She gasped, tried to find the words to beg him to stop but this time they would not come. He rolled the pebbled nubs between his fingers and thumbs, his touch gentle but firming as she writhed in the water. He squeezed, almost to the point of pain, then relaxed his grip and circled the sensitive peaks with his fingertips.

"Does this feel good, little Celt?"

Merewyn closed her eyes, and nodded. Heat furled within her belly, spreading and blooming. She ached, deep down, between her thighs in that secret place which only she knew of. She fought the urge to reach down, as she did occasionally in the warm privacy of her bed, to seek out that exact spot where pleasure was to be found.

It was as though he was somehow privy to her most secret thoughts, her most intimate yearnings. His right hand ceased to tease and tantalise her nipple and instead he reached down into the water, between her legs to find that precise place. He was unerring, it was as though he knew exactly what would arouse her and drive her wild with desire. His fingers parted her folds and settled on the small nub which lay concealed there.

He rubbed. He flicked it with his finger tip. He slid his digits on either side and traced the outline, then he explored lower, found the entrance to her body and dipped the tip of one finger inside.

Never, when she had touched herself, had she felt like this. Not even remotely. Utterly wanton in her response, Merewyn bucked in his embrace. She lifted her arm from the water to drape it back and around his neck as though to anchor herself. He murmured something in her ear, incomprehensible words in his native tongue. She did not understand but her arousal built and bloomed anyway. It was as though her body were no longer her own but his to control. He stroked her again, caressed that sensitive bundle of nerves until she could bear it no more.

"Please..." her voice was ragged, her breath shallow. "Please do not..."

"Do you wish me to stop, little Celt?"

Yes.  No. She could find no words, so merely hung on as her inner muscles contracted and clenched.

Mathios placed his thumb over her pleasure bud at the same time as he plunged his fingers into her cunny. It was too much. Her senses were totally overwhelmed, her body weightless, floating as white light exploded behind her eyes. She shook with the power of her body's response. Wave after wave of carnal pleasure washed though her, starting at her core where his fingers still worked their sorcery and flowing right out to the ends of her fingers and toes.

More about Ashe Barker

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 

At the last count Ashe had around seventy titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

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Learning To Be Little by Kathryn R. Blake

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Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas fits in with the season as well the book I’m looking at today. The amazing Kathryn R. Blake’s latest is now out! Called Learning To Be Little, Kelly’s Story: Unexpected Consequences book 3. It’s the story of a young woman whose childhood has been stolen from her. Having read a lot of this, I’m finding it hard to decide which hot snippet to share. I’m going to give you one from the start of the book.

She thought he was odd, he thought she was perfect

Blurb:

After a bleak childhood in foster care, Kelly's growing mistrust has her running away again and again. Homeless and penniless, with no relatives to harbor her and a penchant for escaping her caretakers, Kelly is finally handed over to one of the few parish orphanages remaining in existence until she turns eighteen, when she is released.

Possessing only a little money, few skills, and even fewer resources, Kelly's attempts at job hunting end up with her prowling the streets in desperation – until a wealthy stranger makes her a proposition she is too cold and hungry to refuse. Though it isn't until he takes her home that she realizes just what she's gotten herself into.

Publisher's Note: Learning To Be Little contains elements of power exchange, and dynamics of age-play as well as discipline. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

"You should never interrupt Daddy when he's talking, pumpkin. You'll get spanked if you do it again. First thing we need—"

"But, how can I—" Kelly wasn't permitted another word before he wrapped his arm about her waist and bent her over. Whack.

"What did I say?" he demanded as his hand fell several more times in quick succession. He hadn't bared her bottom, but it still stung more than she'd thought it would.

"Ow. I'm sorry, sir. I won't do it again. I promise."

He delivered three more swats then let her up. She promptly rubbed her sore backside as he scowled down at her. "What do you say?"

"I apologize for interrupting, but can I ask a question, now?"

"No, you may not. I determine your age, Kelly. It depends entirely on my whim, but I'll make sure you understand the rules whenever I make a change. Let's get you out of those clothes and into a bath. You're in dire need of a firm scrubbing. Also," he said, fingering her dime store gold-metal necklace. "You will not be allowed any jewelry while you're with me."

"I won't?"

"No." He reached for the clasp.

"But my ears are pierced."

Pocketing her necklace, he examined both her earlobes. "Hmm. I don't like my girls to wear earrings, but I will permit you some very small gold studs to keep the holes from closing. We'll go out and purchase them tomorrow along with a few other things I think you'll need. I don't know why it is you young ladies today want to mar your bodies with multiple perforations." He removed the costume jewelry hoops she wore. "Have you any other piercings on your body?"

"No, sir."

"Good, because those you would have to do without." He took off her watch next.

"I can't even wear a watch?"

"No. There's no need for you to tell time since I will structure your day for you." He placed her necklace, earrings, and watch in a small plastic bag he drew from his pocket. "I will keep these and return them, along with your wallet and the money I gave you earlier, when we separate." As he undid the buttons of her blouse, Kelly studied his expression. He didn't have the glazed eyes of a man overcome with lust or desire. Instead, he regarded her clothes and body with clinical detachment. "I will bathe you, always. During that time, I will also shave you, if you require it. I prefer my little girls as hairless as possible where adult women often grow hair. We may eventually decide waxing is easier, but, for today, I will simply shave the hair off. In addition, I will take care of any of your other hygiene needs, like brushing your teeth, and braiding your hair.

"You intend to put my hair in braids?"

"Yes. Or unplaited pigtails, whichever I feel are more appropriate." He stepped back. "So, let's slip out of those panties and bra, shall we?"

More about Kathryn R. Blake:

Although Kathryn is relatively new to the spanking romance market, she is not new to stories where the hero spanks the heroine. Most of her novels have some sort of spanking in them. However, even in Kathryn's novels where the hero firmly believes in using spanking as a deterrent, he has no desire to cause the heroine injury and takes no delight in hurting the woman of his heart. In fact, sometimes he finds it extremely difficult to follow through on his threats or promises.

To date, all of her heroes are dominant, alpha males who are extremely protective of the women they love.  However, part of that protectiveness includes the need for a certain amount of control.  They do not suffer defiance or disobedience lightly. Even so, these men aren't infallible, and they do make mistakes, but love and respect will always triumph in the end.

Connect with Kathryn R Blake:

Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/KRBlake.page

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Blog: http://krbnaughtythoughts.blogspot.com

Website: http://www.kathrynrblake.com

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4058144.Kathryn_R_Blake

 

 

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In Need Of Correction by Gracie Malling

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Gracie Malling is here today with her latest book, In Need Of Correction. The rave reviews are in, so here’s a little more detail to spike your interest:

Blurb:

When her newly married sister returns home for a visit and brings along her husband and his brother, Andrew Hunter, twenty-year- old Lettie Waterford soon becomes enthralled by the serious, darkly handsome gentleman. But despite her best efforts to impress Andrew, it isn’t long before Lettie’s sharp tongue earns her a stern scolding, and when her unladylike behaviour continues she quickly ends up over his knee with her bottom bared for a well-deserved spanking.

Though the strict chastisement leaves her sore and sobbing, as Andrew comforts her gently after the punishment Lettie finds herself imagining what it would be like to have a man like him for a husband. When she is invited to visit her sister’s new home, Lettie is thrilled at the opportunity to spend more time with Andrew, but as the days pass she cannot help wondering why he has not begun to court her. Will he ever see her as more than a naughty girl in need of correction?

Publisher’s Note: In Need Of Correction includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Lettie had barely registered the sting of the first spank when the second followed… and then the third.

“You must stop!”

The humiliation! The pure mortification, as Annabel would say! For someone of Lettie’s cold detachment and unassailable archness to be imposed upon in as shameful and undignified a way as this was simply unbearable.

“I will do no such thing,” he contradicted, continuing to spank her through the unconscionably thin material of her drawers. “You, Miss Waterford, have had this spanking coming for a very long time.”

Lettie was beside herself. She cried out, kicked her feet, and tried with all her might to wriggle away. Mr. Hunter’s only response was to pause and, without ceremony, pull her drawers apart. 

For a moment, Lettie was so shocked that she could scarce draw breath. Oh, Lord, he had bared her! How would she ever be able to look him in the face again, after this? Never had she felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so utterly undone.

In vain did she try to reach back and cover herself with her hand, to wrench back some of her tattered modesty, but it was no use; Mr. Hunter merely caught her wrist and pressed it down into the small of her back.

“You are no gentleman!” she wailed.

His hand connected hard with her bare bottom, and the sound it made was shockingly loud in comparison to what had gone before.

“No!”

“Yes, Lettie,” he said firmly, his sturdy palm smacking down onto her exposed bottom with ever-increasing speed and severity. “And I assure you that I am a gentleman. I intend no dishonour or outrage upon your person. However, I am well aware that a spanking over skirts and petticoats will have far less of an effect than one on the bare bottom and I fully intend for you to learn your lesson today.”

Lettie gasped and whimpered as each smack of his hand increased the burning and throbbing in her poor naked bottom. It was not fair! How did he dare to take such a liberty?

“You… have… no right…” she forced out through gritted teeth, her face wet with tears of pain and humiliation.

Mr. Hunter delivered an extra hard smack to the underside of Lettie’s cheeks that made her cry out. “I have assumed the right, as a member of your extended family and in the absence of anyone more qualified to take you in hand. If you do not wish to repeat this experience, Laetitia, then I suggest you behave better in future.”

More about the author:

Gracie Malling lives in the UK and has been writing BDSM erotica since she was 21. All round nice person on the outside and a bit of a bad girl in the right company, Gracie loves reading and writing stories about spanking: her favourite kink.

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Reclaiming Clover by Alyssa Bailey

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In case you’ve missed it: Alyssa Bailey has a new series out! Reclaiming Clover is book 1 in the Lone Wind Series. This unique, contemporary story is set on a Cheyenne reservation.

Could she be both woman and child and survive? Would being deemed a child by her tribe, save her or would it keep her away from her warrior forever?

I haven’t had a chance to read it yet, but early reviews are positive:

  • a sweet spanking romance told in a very new way and features spankings, both disciplinary and erotic, and sexual tension followed by some very erotic sex.
  •  a wonderful, captivating story that completely took my breath away
  • an engaging story from beginning to end.
  • I strongly recommend you read this incredible journey.

Blurb: Clover could give in to the little girl forever and feel secure but unfulfilled or fight every day for that balance between the woman she needed to be and the little girl she longed to be. Could she do both? Would he let her?

When her protector abandoned her to go into the Army, leaving fourteen-year-old Clover Sweet Medicine to go through high school virtually unsupervised, she felt as though her spirit had died. She survived the loss, and now she was eighteen and graduating. However, grad night turned into a life-changing event, complete with an arrest and loss of adult status. Suddenly, Clover needs a guardian, and the tribal council chooses the only person who cared enough to make her follow the rules, Jared Little Fox. Would he be willing to reassure the little girl inside and still want the woman outside?

Jared Little Fox is a man of his word, and when he left to join the Army, it was to gain skills, a college degree and to earn money. He was going to fulfill his destiny with his tribe, and he was going to marry Clover Sweet Medicine. He tried to explain all this to Clover before he left but she’d turned a deaf ear. Now, he worried that four years might have been too long, with the changes in his girl. His Clover was a woman-child who was out of control, angry, scared, reckless, and desperate for love. She had lost all the security he had worked so hard to give her, ensuring she was happy, safe, and healthy since her early childhood.

Now, instead of starting their adult lives together, the council wants to kick her off the reservation. They charge him with the task of saving her once again, or else. He had claimed her once. He could do it again. Would Clover be able to submit to a man she proclaims to hate? Can Jared help Clover find her security, see that he is her only hope for freedom, and she his only path to happiness before it’s too late?

Publisher's Disclaimer: Reclaiming Clover contains sexual scenes as well as disciplinary scenes of an adult woman. If either of these offend you, please do not read it.

Buy links: Amazon

Excerpt:

Exasperated, Clover pushed back from the table and stood up to leave the kitchen, and quick as lightning, Jared grabbed her forearm and twirled her around to face him.

"Do you want to add to your punishment for last night, Clover?"

"What? No. I mean what punishment?" she asked, although it was evident by her tone that she was a bit relieved.

"You lost all privilege to punish me when you left me, Jared."

The resentment and anger were mixed with the hopeful young girl response, and he was going to address that Clover, the one who was looking for the familiar. The little one who still needed the reassurance that everything would be all right.

"Clover, you earned a spanking last night, and I'm going to give it to you. You know the rules and you broke them. I want you to understand a few things, first, though. Yesterday, the council changed the legal age from eighteen to nineteen, effective at midnight, so you're still a minor in the eyes of the tribe. All residents of the reservation are adults at nineteen, not eighteen. That means you need a keeper."

The chair she stood next to hit the floor. "What the hell are you talking about?

More about Alyssa Bailey:

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

Writing fan fiction before it was a thing, life has a way of taking the wheel sometimes, and after twenty-years of back-road twists and turns, Alyssa returned to writing and now has adventures of a new kind. Writing romance of all flavors keeps life exciting.

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

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

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Catching Carrie by Pippa Greathouse

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Pippa Greathouse latest fun-filled novel  Catching Carrie is out now! This story features a feisty heroine and an implacably dominant hero – a combination that makes this spicy Western hard to put down.

She was nineteen: not much more than a child. If she continued to defy him, he was prepared to spank her like one.

Blurb:

Carrie Thompson arrives in Lesterville, Washington Territory, in 1885, quite alone. She has no money, no friends and, with the hotel full, no place to stay. Hank Barrow, the man she is to marry fails to show up to meet her, and she has no idea what to do.

On top of that, the justice of the peace has left town and won’t be back for well over two weeks.

When the sheriff of Lesterville, Sam Pettigrew, offers the top floor of his house to her, she has no option but to accept his hospitality; after all, he has assured her that Mr. and Mrs. Clancy, the caretakers, will be there to chaperone her.

One thing she learns about Sam, however, is that, while he is willing to go to great lengths to protect her, he has very little patience with young ladies who are not completely honest with him—and those who disobey. She, unfortunately, has already broken that rule and is about to break it again.

As days go by, she sees no sign of her intended. When she does finally see him, she realizes his instability and volatility, and she’s left with a choice. Can she make the right decision?

Or will keeping her word endanger her own life?

Publisher's Note: Catching Carrie contains punishments of an adult woman. If this offends you, please do not buy or read it.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Her hands reached up around his neck before she knew it, and she eagerly tasted his tongue, allowing her own to dance delicately with his. Suddenly, she realized how wanton she seemed, and gave a strangled cry.

“Carrie,” he said gruffly into her hair. “Marry me. I cannot allow you to marry Hank Barrow. I’ll tell him that I have forbidden you to—”

“—Samuel Pettigrew.” As if she fully heard what he’d just said, she stiffened. “You have forbidden me? I seem to recall you telling him that it was up to me. That no one would make that decision for me. And if I decide not to marry him, I'll pay him back the money he spent from what I earn from my sewing. He must be patient and wait for me to make it.”

Sam stared down at her, his eyes narrowing. “Are you refusing my offer of marriage, then?

She pushed back against his chest, glaring. Her voice was angry. “‘Carrie, marry me,’ is not an offer, Sheriff Pettigrew. It’s an order. I haven't made up my mind. And I’ll answer you when you ask. Nicely.” She stepped back. “I’ve decided I wish to be courted. Properly.”

“Have you now,” His voice was amused.

Although she couldn’t see his face clearly in the darkness, she heard the mirth in his voice.

“Yes. I have. With buggy rides. And flowers. And a ring. And I wish my suitor to get down on one knee to beg me to marry him.” She lifted her chin and then turned away.

“I see. Do you see Hank Barrow doing that?”

“I don’t care. It's what I want. I'll tell him that. Maybe if he knows—”

“If you tell him anything, I’ll insist on going with you. You are absolutely not to go alone.”

She whirled back, stomping a foot. But the softness of the ground and the softness of her foot somehow lost the desired effect. “I don’t need anyone to go with me.” Turning to march back up to the house, she made it two steps before she was lifted off the ground and tucked under his arm.  She kicked and squirmed, trying to get away. “Let me go!”

 

Sam took her to the porch, and put one foot up on the second step. Taking her by the waist, he plopped her over his thigh, holding her there with one hand. With the other, he lifted the tail of her gown and planted ten hard swats on her bare bottom, before standing her upright to face him.

“Let that be a warning, young lady. If I so much as catch a hint of you planning to go out there by yourself, the next spanking you get will be with the strap. Hear me?”

Even on the second step, she was forced to crane her neck to meet his eyes. Her own were blazing with anger, but tears were pooling. She turned to run into the house, forgetting the last step. When his hands on her waist caught her, and set her upright on the top, she took off, jerking open the front door and running up the staircase to her room.

More about Pippa Greathouse

Pippa Greathouse has been writing since the fifth grade, after each student was given an assignment to read aloud a story to the class of her their writing.  One horrified teacher later and a class of students who thought the horror story was “cool,” and she was hooked.

 Since then, the writing has continued.   She now is an author for Blushing Books, and loves what she does. Her favorite genre is historical fiction romances, where men are “strong, Alpha men” and their feisty ladies who are in need of the discipline they are sure to provide. And historical fiction is perfect for that!

Connect with Pippa Greathouse:

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More exciting titles from Pippa Greathouse and Blushing Books:

The Strasburg Chronicles (5 Book Series)

Angelica’s Rescuer: Book one

Merrie’s Hero: Book two

Cinderella’s Lawman: Book three

The Return of Lucy Grace: Book four

Macie’s War: Book five

Standalone Time Travel Romance

Time for Change

Strasburg, the New Generation

Judging Cicely: Book 1

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Held In Custody by Ashe Barker

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Ashe Barker joins me today with her latest book, Held in Custody a steamy time travel story.

His job is to protect. He intends to do his job, whether she likes it or not

Blurb: When he encounters an injured young woman while on a motorcycle ride on the small Scottish island of North Uist, police officer Finn Olsen immediately comes to her aid, but to his surprise her dialect proves all but incomprehensible to him. To make matters worse, she first tries to run and then does her best to stab him with a dagger after he catches her.

Recognizing that the woman is confused and distraught, Finn disarms her, handcuffs her, and brings her back to the local police station, which doubles as his home. Once she is in his custody, however, it quickly becomes clear that his beautiful, feisty prisoner comes from a very different era, and that she has somehow travelled forward in time more than a thousand years.

Finn takes it upon himself to keep the headstrong girl safe in a completely unfamiliar world, even going so far as to bare her bottom for a sound spanking with his belt when she attempts an escape. Despite her situation, she is deeply aroused by his bold dominance, and when he claims her properly she is left utterly spent and satisfied. But as they unravel the mystery of her arrival in the twenty-first century, will their discoveries bring an end to their newfound romance?

Publisher’s Note: Held in Custody includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon  

Excerpt

He patted his lap and waited for Eira to resign herself to the inevitable. It did not take long. Eira edged forward from the head of the bed and eventually threw herself face down across his knee.

Finn lifted the towel to reveal the curved perfection of her bottom. He had, of course, had occasion to admire her body in the shower, though between the T-shirt and his own annoyance that opportunity had been limited. He took his time to savour her now.

Eira flinched when he laid his palm on the soft, tender skin of her buttock. He squeezed, then reached for the belt which he had laid beside him on the bed. Finn took the precaution of hooking his leg over both of hers to ensure she remained in place, and with his spare hand he held her wrists in the small of her back. He usually derived considerable pleasure from taking his belt to a willing woman and he was only marginally less enthusiastic about administering a decent disciplinary spanking. Now that he had Eira laid across his lap, waiting, he was ready to admit that this was where he had wanted to see her right from the moment he had set eyes on the woman on the road. Even so, he thought it best to get this done with quickly. It was late, they both needed to get some sleep.

Eira yelped when the first stroke landed. She wriggled and squirmed on Finn's lap but he held her fast. After a few moments she settled and he delivered the second stroke. This time she whimpered but did not struggle. The third and fourth strokes were met with first screams, then sobbing. By the fifth she lay limp, weeping, her bottom sporting five vivid crimson stripes.

Finn laid the belt aside and traced each red wheal with his fingertips. He was gentle, but she hissed with pain even so.

"I am sorry, " she gulped. "I will obey."

"I know," murmured Finn. "I know you will. And now, you know what will happen if you don't."

"I am sorry, also, for the knife."

"That's done with, I told you. It doesn't matter."

"I am sorry, even so."

Finn eased her to her feet, then held her elbows until he was sure she was steady. "All is forgiven. You have been punished and we will not talk of it again, the knife or you disobeying me." He pulled her to him in a hug then smiled up at her. "You must be tired. It is very late. I made a bed for you."

"I know, in the prison."

"No, not there. In another room. You can use it until you have somewhere else to stay." He stood up and held out his hand. Eira took it, and he led her from the room.

"This is for me?" She gazed at the small but perfectly serviceable spare bedroom.

"Yes. You can sleep here. I'll bring your clothes when they're dry but until then you'll have to borrow more of mine."

"May I stay with you?"

"What?"

"May I sleep in your bed? With you?"

More about Ashe Barker

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 

At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

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Her Celtic Captor by Ashe Barker

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Ashe Barker is back today with more of her deliciously wicked erotic fiction. Her Celtic Captor is a rich tale set in the times of the Vikings. The fact that scientists have recently confirmed that one Viking warrior originally assumed to be a man was in fact a woman, makes Ashe Barker’s story of a powerful Viking chief.

"If you require a demonstration of my power over you I shall be delighted to oblige you. A few strokes of my belt should do the job."

Blurb:

As the sister of a powerful Viking chief, Brynhild Freysson is used to giving orders and having them obeyed, which makes it all the more difficult to accept when she suddenly finds herself at the mercy of a Celtic warrior intent on bringing her back to his village whether she likes it or not.

Taranc was a leader of his people before he was taken captive by Viking raiders, and now that he is a free man once more he has no intention of allowing a headstrong Norse woman to slow down his journey home with her stubborn disobedience. When Brynhild refuses to do as she is told, he wastes no time in baring her bottom for a thorough switching, and he makes it quite clear that she can expect even more painful and humiliating punishments if she continues to defy him.

Though her hatred of the Celts runs deep, Taranc’s stern dominance awakens desires in Brynhild that she thought she would never feel again, and when he takes her in his arms and claims her properly it is more pleasurable than she would have thought possible. But though her passion for him grows by the day, can she ever truly love a man whose people are enemies of her own?

Publisher’s Note: Her Celtic Captor is a stand-alone sequel to Her Rogue Viking and Her Dark Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

Buy Links: Amazon US │Amazon UK:

Read Chapter 1 for free

Excerpt:

With his free hand he swept the length of her pale blonde hair back from her face and offered her a tight smile.

"Let me go. Do not touch me..." Her voice hitched, panic starting to bubble forth.

He had expected as much. Taranc softened his features. "You are safe, lady, apart from the whipping you have earned, naturally."

Her eyes widened. "Wh-whipping. What do you intend to do?"

"We are at eight strokes, I believe, by my reckoning." He glanced over his shoulder. "We shall use the mast, I think..."

"The mast? What? You cannot—"

It was time to be firm, to assert his authority if they were to have any peace on this voyage. "Lady, you do not command here. I do, and I have already warned you of the consequences if you disobey or otherwise vex me. Eight strokes. Now, get up."

He released her wrists and rose to his feet. He did not miss the startled widening of her eyes when she found herself staring at his semi-erect cock, the darkening of her pupils as the implications of his arousal sank in. He could not help his response to her and was not about to apologise for it, but he did not need her to succumb to panic now. Taranc grinned at her as he retrieved the blanket and tied it around his waist again then offered her his hand to assist her up. She was not reassured. Brynhild shrank away from him, shaking her head. "No, please do not do this. I am sorry, I—"

"Up. Now." The sudden evaporation of her previous belligerence was not lost on him. Neither was her shock at the sight of his erection but Taranc was not entirely convinced. He would not put it past her to dissemble, to seek to manipulate him even now. He deliberately hardened his tone. "You may submit willingly, or not, but the end will be the same." He leaned down to offer his hand again.

Brynhild groped behind her for the blanket and managed to snag a corner of the fabric. She clasped it around her once more as she scrambled to her feet, ignoring his offer of assistance. Her chin tilted at a defiant angle as she glared at him, then eyed the mast with distaste. So much for her nervous apprehension and apparent contrition.

Taranc gestured to her to precede him to the mast where Eileifr waited with a length of narrow rope. Her steps slow, Brynhild did as he instructed, coming to a halt below the billowing sail. She looked up, then back over her shoulder at Taranc. "Shall I lean against it, then?"

"You will hug the mast, lady, and Eileifr if you would be so good as to secure her wrists? Not too tight, but we must be sure she will not shift at an inopportune moment."

"That will not be necessary, I—"

“Eileifr." At Taranc's curt command the karl stepped forward and reached for Brynhild's wrists. She stepped away from him, her eyes blazing.

"Keep your hands off me. I will not permit this." She tucked her hands further within the folds of the blanket.

Taranc had heard enough. He leaned forward to murmur in her ear. "Ten, lady. And the count will increase with every act of defiance, every refusal to obey. Are you really so set on adding to your punishment? You will spend a great deal more time than you might care to imagine lashed to that mast if you do not have a care."

More about Ashe Barker

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 

At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.