The making of a series - 🎁 how it came together

It’s been a long time since I updated this blog. That’s because my newsletter is now doing a lot of what my blog used to do. I hope you have subscribed. It not, you can sign up here.
In the meantime, the fourth and final book in the Lighthouses of Devmaer series is almost finished. Well my part of it is almost finished anyway. After I complete my latest soup-to-nuts revision, it will be sent to beta readers before the editing process starts.
As I reach the end of the series, I’ve been looking back at the pin board that helped me visualize the fantasy world. It changed over time but currently looks like this:

Then there were times when I needed images just to keep track of the many characters in the series of books and novellas so I set up boards in Pinterest to help with visualization.
I also created an organization chart to clarify relationships of the main players from the continent country of Senne:

Writing this series has been a great adventure. I hope you have enjoyed the ride!

Fairy Fun by Anita Philmar

Today’s Never Ending Blog Tour brings Anita Philmar’s short and sweet Fairy Fun to the spotlight. One GoodReads reviewer said, “The dialog was humorous, I loved the banter between the characters, and the love scenes were enjoyable and added to the relationship and insecurities of the main characters.”

Blurb:
Dedrick Forester, Prince of Endole, is fast approaching the end of his fairy cycle, which means losing his ability to fly, transforming into a wood gnome, and having to choose a mate. Until then he just wants to have fun...and lots of sex.
King Rosewood of Evermore is determined to see his daughter wed, but Chloe loves the freedom of fairy flight too much to settle down as a frumpy old wood gnome. She escapes and spreads her wings to reach new heights...like air sex with a stranger.
Combine her passion with Dedrick's and sparks light up the sky. Both discover pleasure beyond their wildest fantasies. But neither is prepared for the emotional connection. Now Dedrick must convince Chloe that losing her wings doesn't mean there aren't other ways to fly?

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:
“Have you ever done it while flying?” A soft female voice whispered near Dedrick’s right shoulder.
Perfect. He turned, and a zing of lust shot through his balls.
A fairy with dark auburn hair stood behind him. Her sea-green eyes held a teasing glint, and a come-hither smile welcomed him closer. He dropped his gaze and scanned her lush body. The small swell of her breasts barely rose above the thin gossamer fabric of her top, teasing him with glimpses of her peaking nipples.
He lowered his eyes to keep her from noticing the hunger pulsing through his blood. The curvy dip of her waist led to the wide flare of her skirt, which fell smoothly over her hips and ended at the top of her creamy thighs. Long silky legs robbed his brain of coherent thought—other than having them wrapped around his waist. His cock twitched.
“Always wondered if it could be done.” The lady glided to the counter, and Mel handed her the same chocolate concoction.
“Some say there’s no better sex.” Mel picked up his rag and walked down the length of the bar to another customer.
Dedrick wrapped his hands around his drink to keep from grabbing the sexy fairy and pulling her into his arms. Pictures flashed in his head—his hands around her waist, her nipples in his mouth, his cock deep inside her pussy. He groaned. “Sounds like an adventure we should try.”
He lifted his shell and gulped down a swallow. The warm, rich ambrosia caressed his taste buds and ignited images of sipping a woman’s pussy. The heady kick intensified the nervous excitement over the possibility of finally relieving the ache in his cock.
“My name is Chloe.” The lady lifted her drink as if in toast. “Let’s drink to us both enjoying the experience.”

More about Anita Philmar

Anita likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.
Influenced by sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where erotic moments come to life in a great read.
Naughty or Nice?
Read her books and decide.

Connect with Anita Philmar:

Website: http://www.anitaphilmar.com/

Email: anitaphilmar@yahoo.com

Blog: http://www.anitaphilmar.blogspot.com/

FB: www.facebook.com/anita.philmar

GR: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1329767.Anita_Philmar

Twitter: https://twitter.com/anitaphilmar

Amazon Page: https://www.amazon.com/Anita-Philmar/e/B002BMBE8C

More exciting titles from Anita Philmar: 

Black Dragon’s Blood

Black Dragon’s Moon

Black Dragon’s Heart

Hog-Tied and Branded

Naked Rebel

And many many more – check out her Amazon page.

Touch of Ice by Mary Auclair

Amazon reviewers call Mary Auclair’s Touch of Ice “an intense, interesting book” and say it has “great depth in characters, world building, and story weaving.”

Blurb:

When Endora is faced with her daughter’s terminal illness, she takes the only chance she’s got. She braves the potential risks and signs a mating contract with the Delradon Draekon Lords, intent on using the payment to buy the aliens’ cure to save her daughter’s life.
Lord Aldric Darragon rules over his land with an iron fist until one day the only woman who is genetically compatible with him agrees to his offer of mating. As his all-consuming passion for Endora explodes, an ancient threat looms heavy over humans and Delradons alike. With the lives of everyone he cares about hanging in the balance, Aldric has to fight the demons of his past if he wants to defeat the enemies of the present.
Publisher’s Note: Touch of Ice, a gripping sci-fi alien romance has it all: dragons, passion and tension. It also contains sexually explicit themes, power exchanges, and is intended for adults only.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Endora moved and Aldric gave her just enough space to lift her head, but his arms were locked around her. She was instantly trapped in his gaze, like prey. Unable to move, unable to resist the magnetic pull of him, she lifted her chin. Aldric’s breath caressed her lips and she felt light-headed. Heat spread low in Endora’s belly, where her most intimate need roared to life.
“So, you think I won’t know how to touch you?” His eyes were heavy lidded, and his fingers dug into her lower back, splaying out on her skin to pull her into him. “How to kiss you?”
He bent, not giving her time to answer, or to protest. His lips found hers and her mind was wiped clean of thoughts. He kissed her like a drowning man—desperately. His touch was an all-consuming possession, his tongue hot and demanding, taking hers by assault. Passion filled her body and she answered the kiss, joining her tongue to his. He tasted like a winter storm, cold and pure. Endora reached behind Aldric’s neck, spreading her fingers in the silky mass of his hair.
Their kiss deepened, swallowing everything in its wake. There was nothing in the world but Aldric and her ever growing need for more of him, more of his body, more of his touch. She was a puddle of want, pure woman’s need.
“What are you doing to me, woman?” Aldric pulled back just enough to speak. His voice was a low growl, vibrating deep in his throat. “I have never felt this for any other before.”
“Kiss me again,” Endora answered, out of breath.
His mouth closed on hers with purpose, bending her will, making her blind with desire. Endora moaned softly, and Aldric growled in her mouth. The hands on her back moved; one hand grabbed her nape and tilted her head back to give him better access, and his lips closed on the fragile skin at the base of her neck. He kissed and nipped the taut skin, just where her jugular was beating a frenzied beat, while his other hand slid down and closed around her ass, pulling her into his hard erection.
“Oh, Gods,” Endora moaned.

More about Mary Auclair

Mary Auclair is a lover of romance novels of all genre. She likes to write everything from science fiction to fantasy, passing through paranormal and historical, but always with a dark, sexy twist. She spends too many hours to count daydreaming about adventures and hot, dominant alpha male heroes. When she’s not writing, she’s busy being a full-time mom, as well as caring for her many pets.

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Playing With Fire by Jane Burelli

Please join me in welcoming Jane Burrelli and her book Playing With Fire (Bride of Fire series, book 2).

Can Mira thaw Zorren's icy heart or will he lose her forever

Blurb:

When the gods breathed life into us they blessed us with an element, a pity they didn’t care to bless us with anything else.

Princess Nymira’s life changed forever when a coup forced her to flee north and in doing so she found herself mated to Zorren, the formidable Ice Lord. Their instant connection is undeniable but their budding relationship is not without challenges.

Mira must now face the open hostility of a foreign court as she attempts to carve out a niche at Zorren’s side. New enemies work tirelessly to drive a wedge between the newly mated pair and their tentative bond of trust is tested to the limit. Are Mira and Zorren strong enough to withstand the storm or will her most guarded secret drive them apart?

Forever.

Publisher’s Note: Playing With Fire is book two in the Bride of Fire Trilogy. This fantasy romance contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, adventure, and sensual scenes set in an apocalyptic world.

Buy link: Amazon 

Excerpt

“Where is she?” Groaning, I threw my hands in the air and despite my shivering laid back on the cool sands, praying to the deities that the ground would swallow me up.

“Can’t you manage to stay out of trouble for one moment?”

I met my mate’s stony glare with one of my own. My anger still simmering I unclenched my jaw. “I’m not in trouble, I just overworked my session.” Ahem, almost entered the hereafter by unconsciously offering my soul to the eternal flame.

Zorren did not desist from standing over me and my nostrils flared.

“I’m fine and didn’t know your presence had been requested but it is unnecessary. Please return to your business at hand.” I replied as smooth as the sweetest honey while my hands were fisted at my sides. He was embarrassing me, the fool. Fed up of the height disadvantage I made another attempt to stand, powering to my feet. Zorren’s face was turning an interesting shade of purple. To help matters, I pasted on my best, brightest smile. “See no harm done.” Except my inner flame had withered so significantly I was frightened and wanted to get somewhere warm as soon as possible. This time I lasted for a grand total of a few seconds before my legs started to weave and bend against my will. My pride dented, I sat back down before I fell down.

“Fine, are you?” Zorren rubbed it in, thumbs hooked into his belt loop. His all-knowing expression grating. “Are you going to continue to be stubborn?”

“Your presence is not needed,” I gritted out. “My lord.” His eyes sparked, and I knew my subtle dig had found its mark. Zorren hated it when I referred to him by his title; as such I usually did it to needle him.

Less than impressed, his strong arms scooped me up. “Enough, Mira.” It was not enough. Wiggling and squirming Zorren was struggling to keep a grip on me.

Jane Burelli in her own words:

When I realised that the world was not hiring for a ‘sarcastic but benign Supreme Ruler of the Universe’ I’ve decided to focus on my passion. By day I work in a UK company’s finance department and by night I become my alter ego Scribble Girl or as my good friends have affectionately dubbed me the 'sex author'. Always armed with a notepad and pen in the black hole I call a handbag, I have been writing never ending stories since the age of 11 and this all stemmed from my love of reading.

I love reading. Period!

I’m part of the Harry Potter generation and while waiting between books would literally devour any book I could get my hands on. Let’s put it this way J.K Rowling has a lot to answer for. I adore that there is no end in sight to where your own imagination can take you and that between the pages of a book you are transported to another world.

Happy Reading!

Connect with Jane Burelli:

website: www.janeburrelli.com

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Jane-Burrelli/e/B01ACPOKD0

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Jane-Burrelli/e/B01ACPOKD0

GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14842736.Jane_Burrelli

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Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/janeburrelli/

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Character Interview

Jane: Thank you for joining me this evening, for the official record can I please have you name?

Mira: Certainly, my name is Mira.

Jane: I mean you full name please, it’s not everyday that I get interview royalty. My that was a big sigh, surely a name cannot be that tedious?

Mira: Oh, it most definitely can. It must stay between us Zorren cannot know, it would make things even more precarious.

Jane: Of course, you can rely on my absolute discretion.

Mira: I am her Serene Highness, the Crown Princess Nymira of the House Pyria, direct descendant of Fa-Rahzil the first Emperor of Fire, daughter of Princess Eliska of the house Pyria and the Scourge of the West Lord Castro of the house Vatra, granddaughter of Emperor Ageiz II, Defender of the sacred flame, Heiress to the Throne of Flames.

Jane: *Owl eyes* Wow, that is some name.

Mira: Exactly.

Jane: Let’s start with a few easy questions; do you have any siblings?

Mira: No, due to longevity of our natural life spans we do not reproduce easily and as such siblings are rare, but I have a cousin, Xhara, we are like sisters. We were forced to split up when I acted as a decoy so that she could escape.

Jane: I see, and what're your parents like?

Mira: My parents were Princess Eliska of the house Pyria and the Lord Castro of the exiled house Vatra. I barely remember them as they were assassinated when I was very young, but the story of their mating is infamous throughout the Firelands. My mother dared to defy the emperor and fell in love with the enemy. It made things a little strained when I went to live in the capitol.

Jane: Would you say you're someone who can handle pressure?

Mira: I was raised in the court of my aunt, Empress Faustia II, what do you think? Expectations were placed on me from an young age and I learnt how to conduct myself as a member of the royal house, so it takes something exceptional to rattle me.

Jane: Let’s make the questions a bit harder, do you have any enemies?

Mira: I currently have a bounty on my head. The usurper who murdered the Empress, seeks to either kill me or imprison me which forced me to flee North.

Jane: When you fled north you must have been traveling light, what's your most valued possession that you carry?

Mira: When I fled I carried my nation’s most sacred treasure, the sword of the first Emperor. It is priceless. Forged from the metal of a falling star it is the only weapon that allows tmy line to channel their greatest weapon. The sacred white flame that can burn through anything.

Jane: Your worst fear? You don't have to answer this one if you don't want to.

Mira: Failing to do my duty and not being strong enough to complete the task set to and being an embarrassment to the crown. My power - my inner flame is - lacking. My cousin, the next empress has started to produce the white flame that identifies our line and I..can’t...my power is mediocre at best.

Zorren: There you are!

Mira: Zorren? What is the meaning of this interruption?

Zorren: You disappeared, again.

Mira: I did not, just because you are paranoid-

Zorren: -and I wonder why that might be? Perhaps because you have a terrible habit of attempting to skulk away.

Mira: I do not skulk!

Jane: Now, surely we can be reasonable now, Zorren please stop icing up my floor, you are causing a health and safety hazard.

Zorren: What is a health and safety hazard?

Jane: It’s where - oh never mind.

Zorren: Do you remember what I said would happen the next time you wondered off, Hellcat.

Mira: You wouldn’t dare and stop calling me Hellcat.

Jane: Mira, please extinguish your hands, that sofa is highly flammable.

Mira: Zorren! Zorren put me down! I am not a sack of grain.

Jane: Apologies readers, we’ve had an unexpected interruption. Mira, has been carried off by one, highly determined Ice Lord and I don’t believe we will be able to reconvene anytime soon. But until that time, happy reading!

Cassandra's Curse by Stella Moore

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

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

Blurb

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

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

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

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

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

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

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

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

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

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

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

More about Stella Moore

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

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

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

Connect with Stella Moore:

Email: author.stellamoore@gmail.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author.StellaMoore

Twitter: https://twitter.com/authorstellam  @authorstellam

To Break A Warrior King's Curse by Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie Fortune is here today with book 2 in the Scattered Siblings series – To Break A Warrior King’s Curse.

He only intended to seduce her, not love her.

Blurb:

Leonidas can fight anything except dark magic.

He inherited his father’s curse along with the Fae throne. Thanks to a rogue witch, if he doesn’t bed a different woman every month, he’ll turn feral. A man can only stand so much meaningless sex. No wonder he hates witches.

When he meets Meena, he intends to seduce her, not love her.

Meena’s a witch who never developed any powers.

Banished to the mundane world, she masquerades as human. When she accidentally bonds with an escaped war dragon, Leonidas comes to reclaim it. His enemies strip him of his powers, and his month’s almost up.

What happens when he discovers she’s a witch? And how will this warrior king cope when his curse kicks in and forces him into another woman’s bed.

Disclaimer: To Break A Warrior King’s Curse contains sexually explicit scenes and strong language. If these elements offend you, please do not buy this book,

Buy link: Amazon

PLEASE NOTE This book was previously sold with the title CURSE OF THE FAE KING.

Excerpt:

Meena almost retched. Everything she learned about the Elves made her hate them more. “That potion. What was it?”

“Distilled musk taken from a female rat as she comes into season,” her companion whispered.

“Randy rat juice?” Meena spluttered. “And I drank it.”

A second woman entered, carrying short lengths of rope. “And soon, just like an animal in heat, you will burn for the touch of a man.”

The outer door swished open then someone closed it with a bang. She didn’t care that she was naked and defenseless. She just wanted the victor to screw her hard and fast. Or maybe slow and easy. Perhaps both. In her best dreams, he brought a friend.

Her raging hormones didn’t care as long as someone relieved the burning need between her legs. Another wave of desire hit her, shooting fresh longings to her sensitized nerve endings. Her need blossomed into pain—intense, clear, and sharp. She trembled. She needed. She wanted. Goddess, if she didn’t come soon, she’d explode. She heard a flint strike, and a candle cast eerie shadows across the entry room.

In the name of the collective covens, I’m in here. Get a move on. Please.

The scent of chocolate and chili assailed her, and then Leonidas strode to her side. Face stern, he spun on his heel and shoved a chair against the door handle. He moved to the bed, towering over her as he stared at her face through the flickering candlelight. He frowned as, back arched, hips rolling, she demanded, “Don’t just stand there. Fuck me.”

More about Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie reads everything and anything, from literary fiction to sizzling romance. Her earliest memory is going to the library with her mother. She can’t have been more than two at the time. Reading, especially when a book’s hot and explicit, is more than a guilty pleasure. It’s an obsession.

Kryssie needed a world for her Scattered Sibling adventures. With its green sky, carnivorous plants and rats bigger than cars, the otherworld is a violent place. Lykae, Fae, and vampires all live there. If the characters come to our mundane world, they often visit the North Yorkshire resort town of Whitby—British home of all things gothic and weird.  For Kryssie, mixing reality and fantasy is the best entertainment.

Kryssie lives on the coast, about thirty miles from Whitby, and she know it well. She enjoys gardening, travel, and socializing with her author friends. You’d be surprised how many erotic romance authors live in the north of England.

In 2017, Kryssie’s main publisher—Loose id – decided it could no longer compete with Amazon. Sadly, they closed their doors permanently in May. For Kryssie, getting her book rights back is a chance to go indie. To Break a Warrior King’s Curse is the first book she’s self-published

And the title change?

When she started writing, Kryssie didn’t realize how much she’d fall in love with the otherworld. All her Scattered Sibling’s series books have a title starting with TO…  She simply brought this in line with the rest.  Please, read and enjoy

Kryssie Fortune answers a few quick questions:

What are your favourite scenes in your book: the action, the dialogue, or the romance?

It’s got to be the romance, but it’s got to hang on a good story. Dialogue’s hard though. Before I retired, I worked for a TV soap. It always amazed me that the cast spoke in such short sentences. On screen, it made them sound like real people. I try to incorporate that in my books.

How do you feel about writing a series?

My Scattered Siblings series is a collection of stand-alone tales set in a magical world. The plants are man eating, the Elves misogynistic, and the Lykae and Fae take the heroines’’ breath away with their ferocity and good looks. I love the way the earlier characters crop in cameos throughout the series. It’s like a party with all your best friends invited.

Cat or a dog person

Both. We always had cats when the kids were little, but we live too near the main road now. When I was younger, I had a Welsh Terrier—a sort of teddy bear on legs. I’d have a dog, but my husband goes all Mr. Spock on me and points out that since our kids both live in London, we sometimes need to zoom off at the drop of a hat. It wouldn’t be fair on the dog. I admit he’s right, but I don’t have to like it.

How do you feel when you finish writing a book?

Finishing a story is like saying goodbye to great friends. I hate cliffhangers and unhappy endings so I can guarantee a happy ever after in my books.

Connect with Kryssie Fortune:

Website      http://kryssiefortune.wixsite.com/kryssie

Blog            http://kryssiefortune.blogspot.co.uk/

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Goldie's Surrender by Felicity Brandon

One of Amazon’s top reviewers calls Goldie’s Surrender, the newest release from Felicity Brandon, a page-turning adult fairy tale. If you’ve read any of Ms Brandon’s books before now,

Blurb:

The fairy tale is true…

Goldie Locks is very real, a young, over-indulged woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and influence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. Little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods, and what they will do when they find her asleep in their bed…

In this unique erotic tale, we follow the story of Goldie’s awakening, discovering how the masterful owners of the cottage take her in hand, and offer her a taste of something different – a life where she is cherished, rather than used. For her part, Goldie learns a thing or two about herself along the way, particularly how hot and aroused she finds the shameful spankings she receives at the hands of her dominant captors. But can the pampered princess really give up her life of riches, and surrender to the will of these three strange men, and what will happen when all of their secrets are finally revealed?

Disclaimer: Goldie's Surrender includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

I am on my feet again in seconds, anxiety ricocheting through my body. “Move out of my way!” I demand, my hands subconsciously landing at my hips. “I don’t know who you are, but you have no right to keep me here!”

He laughs gently at my words. “Oh, really?” His voice is soft and taunting, and I notice that one of his dark eyebrows rises into an unforgiving arch. “I am the master of this house, and as such, I would say I have every right to do so. You are the girl who has come here without my knowledge, entered without consent, and caused quite some trouble in the process.”

I find myself biting my lip at his accusations, an annoying habit that I have not fallen afoul of for years. “How dare you!” I cry out, my arms folding in front of my chest. “What are you saying? That I broke into your cottage?” Rage fumes within me, and I am barely able to contain it.

He leans against the edge of the bedpost, watching me with interest. “Precisely,” he replies with a smile.

“What?” I cry again, adamantly. “I’m no burglar!”

His expression changes, and I can see that my tone has shocked him. A flicker of fear resonates through me as I realize I have angered the beast, yet the old indignation resurfaces almost at once. He takes a step toward me, and despite my temper I flinch, jumping backwards to avoid his presence.

“Who are you?” he asks me flatly.

I purse my lips, knowing that I am pouting as I reply. “It is none of your business who I am, now let me out!”

With that I run at him, startling him with my agile reflexes. I make it past him, my heart pounding within my chest as I move, but I feel a large palm at my left wrist, and he catches me with ease. I turn, screaming at him as I struggle against his iron grip. “Let me go!” I shout, “let me go! You have no right to keep me here!”

“Settle down, girl!” he says, his tone unwavering as he holds me in place.

“I am no girl!” I screech, bringing my right fist smashing down against his torso. I had meant to target his chest, and yet he’s so tall that I barely even reach it.

He grabs the offending wrist in a heartbeat, looking down at me with a smile. “My, my, you are quite the unruly imp, aren’t you?”

I shriek in defiance, stamping my foot down on the floorboards below me.

“Settle down, or I will be forced to make you settle.” His warning is soft, but I recognize the threat nonetheless.

“Y-you… You can’t!” I stammer.

“I can,” comes the reply. “This is my house, and my rules are the law here. You came without

permission, and took what you wanted without consideration. Now, tell me, who are you?” His tone is so low, that it’s almost a growl and for one long moment, I look up into his face. I am utterly terrified, but refuse to let this brute see it.

“I will not!” I snap, ceasing to struggle in his large hands, but turning my face away from his insistent gaze.

“Good grief, Logan!” A voice from the doorway sends my heart spiraling back into a frenzy once more. “It seems our little burglar is quite the petulant one!”

I twist to my right, seeing yet another giant looming over me. This one doesn’t seem quite as tall as the one who still holds me steadfast in his hands, and his blond locks are quite in contrast to the first.

“She is indeed!” comes the hearty response of the dark-haired one. What had he called him? Logan? “Quite the high-spirited girl!”

“I am not a girl,” I cry again. “I’m a rich, smart woman, and I will be missed!”

I blink at them both for a second, cursing the note I’d left for Harry. He’ll think I’m sunning myself in California by now. He won’t even be worrying about my absence.

The blond one moves in behind me, and although he stops just short of touching me, I cannot help but gasp at the sudden and close proximity. Now they both tower over me. I am completely helpless, and although I know it, the thought makes me wild with resentment.

“You are an intruder in this cottage.” It’s the blond one talking again, yet I cannot bring myself to turn and look upon him. “Nothing more, and nothing less. Whoever you are, you should be thoroughly punished for your deeds.”

Punished? Punished? The rage in me contracts, tightening until I can barely take a breath. “You shall do no such thing!” I spit at the dark-haired one. “No one has ever punished me!”

“Then,” says Logan, his tone quiet and contemplative, “perhaps someone should have…”

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A Well Placed Wish by Allysa Hart

Allysa Hart is here today with her book A Well Placed Wish.

Blurb: I lost everything, was shipped off to live with an aunt I barely knew, and was put to work cleaning her dilapidated antique shop.

And then, I met Callum.

Or should I say I released him?

I was a socialite with a strong sense of entitlement and a lot of anger.

He was a Dominant genie with a hard body and an even harder hand.

It could never work.

Could it?
Warning: This book 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:

“You, little girl, need a Daddy.” Callum’s voice echoed.

“Yeah? Are you applying for the position?” I shot back with all of the sass I had.

Approaching me, he took my wrists in a tight hold, backed me against the wall and pinned my hands above my head. “Consider me the only applicant, because no one touches what’s mine. And you are most definitely mine.”

With one hand holding me still he used the other to lift up my night shirt and expose my breasts. I took in a sharp breath as his thumb zeroed in on my nipple and teased. His eyes stayed trained on mine as he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my breathing labored. Luckily, his hold stayed fast because when his gentle teasing turned to sharp pinches, my knees buckled.

His lips found my neck and he chuckled sending vibrations straight to my pussy. “My girl likes it rough, huh?”

I whimpered in need.

“Don’t cry, baby. Daddy is going to put out that little fire. Be a good girl and keep your hands where I put them.”

 Nodding, I bit my lip as his eyes darkened.

 “The correct answer is always, ‘yes, Sir.’”

 Allysa Hart in her own words:

I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days.

I recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.

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Taken By The Barbarian by April Vine

The lovely April Vine is here today with her book Taken by The Barbarian

Genre: Sci fi, fantasy romance, erotic romance, spanking romance

Blurb:

Having spent her life confined behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could be kept safe and pure, twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent, naïve, and utterly unprepared for what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the barbarian ruler of the planet Sentara.

To her surprise, Saraska quickly discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall, handsome king is far from the ruthless savage she expected. His stern discipline and his bold, intimate exploration of her virgin body leave her quivering with need, and when at last he claims her completely his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure more intense than she could have ever imagined.

Though Saraska grew up believing her people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she has been lied to her entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her against Roark, will Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she has grown to love?

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

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Excerpt:

He could spank her behind all shades of color then if he liked but in the end it meant getting rid of him. She could handle a few slaps with a strap, no matter the size. In the last three moons, an uncaring numbness had established itself in her body and only her heart endured all her pain. She wouldn’t die from his spanking and certainly there was a stark flaw in his discipline since she planned never to do her chores anyway. Or start obeying him.

She could do this. She could take this Alien Warlord’s punishment and not falter one bit. He would have to discipline her for the rest of her life, but she would never do her chores, she would never obey him.

She lifted the nightdress and laid over his lap, her feet and hands not touching the floor. The hardness of his thighs penetrated her middle. Her mind reeled with the differences in their bodies and that strange feeling of heat covered her skin again. Only when she was with him did she forget the cold. Where she was small, soft, smooth, and without a strand of hair save for her head, he was massive, hard, rough, and his jaw darkened with hair.

“Ah, fuck,” he growled softly. For long moments, nothing happened. She braced herself for her first strike but none came. Instead she felt a rising hardness against the side of her curved into his lap. Her heart thudded. She turned her head. Was that part of his body? Some Alien characteristic?

But he growled, pressed into her lower back and released a raw streak of heat across her previously pampered skin. It burned like a flame and yet the pain didn’t register just as pain alone. Her whole body erupted into countless electrical sparks, all of them notably and oddly pleasurable. Just like when he touched her. The second one landed in the same place, deeper and more severe and directly after the first. She cried out, then bit her lip.

“Will you do your chores?” he asked.

“No,” she said forcefully.

Another series of strikes whipped across her backside. She clutched her thighs together, her whole focus on the ever-rising heat between her legs taking over every other part of her body. His hand, no matter how he touched her seemed to ignite her forbidden place. And why did her nipples swell and hurt so much and now she believed only his mouth could ease her ache there, yet where his mouth could give her fleeting relief, he evoked other wild uncanny sensations everywhere else in her body when he did. She scrunched her eyes tightly, not from the sting of his spanking, but from the desperate need to spread her thighs so she could ease the tightness there.

More about the author:

APRIL VINE is a night-time erotic romance writer and a daytime professional dreamer. She adores books, chocolates and shoes, and is happiest doing all three at the same time.

She lives in a house with boys and a few four-legged furry things and has come to accept both species for the strange creatures they are.

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