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Six Of The Best - an anthology

Get out the fire extinguishers! British authors Ashe Barker, Felicity Brandon, Vanessa Brooks, Jaye Peaches, Gracie Malling and Katie Douglas have joined forces to compile a sizzling new anthology. Assume the position and prepare for Six of the Best!

Blurb:

Six scorching from USA Today and number 1 bestselling British authors! This is the 100% British historical anthology you've been waiting for. So, grab a cup of tea and make sure the smelling salts are to hand, then settle in as our heroines re-write the rules and earn SIX OF THE BEST for their outrageous antics. This dance across history sweeps from the Restoration to Victorian times and will leave you panting almost as much as our naughty ladies.

Publisher's note: These stories in Six of the Best are hot. Hotter than an oven full of muffins in a well-known British cake show. Domestic discipline and other indoor sports feature heavily in them, so if that's not your cup of tea, this is probably not the set for you. Don't say we didn't warn you!

To be released 24th March, 2018 (available to pre-order from Amazon starting 10th March, 2018)

Buy link: Amazon – but get in fast! The special price of 99¢ ends on March 31st.

Excerpt from – The King’s Vice by the amazing Felicity Brandon

One stride and he is right against me, his breath hot over my face, laced with the expensive wine we consumed earlier in the evening. “Yes, Lady Jane,” he answers. “This is where you shall be bared and spanked.”

Bared? I know my eyes widen at the word. “I am to be bared, Your Majesty?” I say, forcing the words from my mouth in a rush of anxious excitement. “All of me?”

He breaks into a low laugh. “There is a choice,” he replies, pushing my shoulders gently downwards, so that my bottom falls to the soft bedding below me. Now he towers over me, and as I raise my head to see him, my eyes meet his groin. I still at the sudden proximity to the place I know conceals His Majesty’s passion, my gaze lingering longer than it has right to, before rising slowly to meet his delicious brown eyes. His grin widens, acknowledging the brazen nature of my thoughts, and unbelievably I blush again, grateful for the shadows which may just hide my shame.

“A choice, Your Majesty?” I manage, my chest rising and falling faster with each passing moment.

He lowers himself in front of me, so that our eyes are at the same level. “A choice,” he agrees, pressing himself forward over my body. I gasp as he shifts his weight, his dexterity taking me by surprise. The sudden appearance of his face forces me backwards, and I find myself pinioned beneath his body, my legs splayed awkwardly under the skirts of my gown.

“There is always a choice, Lady Jane,” he murmurs, the strands of his dark curls hanging about my face.

I bite my lip, confusion and arousal at my change of circumstances, combined with my restricting bodice making it hard to breath. “What is the choice, Your Majesty?” I gasp.

The smile on his face is sin itself, and in this moment, I know that I have walked straight into his trap, although whether I have done so willingly or not is not even clear to me. “You can either be upturned over my knee, your skirts hoisted high over your back so that your delicious bottom is exposed to my palm, or…” He pauses, angling the weight of his stare over my face.

My mind, filled with the image he has just painted of me, reels at the silence. Is he expecting me to reply? What is the etiquette for such moments?

His expression shifts into a low chuckle as he appraises whatever constitutes my expression at this moment, and fortunately he once again takes pity on me, his humble servant. “Or, you can be stripped entirely.”

This time I cannot conceal the audible gasp which escapes from my lips. “Entirely, Your Majesty?” I repeat, as though surely his words cannot be real. Although of course I know them to be true, having only just left four naked ladies in the prior room.

“Yes, dear Jane,” he muses from over me. “A lady can only truly be admired in her own, natural form.”

I contemplate him, this man—my monarch—who has captured me so easily into his delicious game. “No one has ever seen me bare, Your Majesty,” I whisper, the words an admission of my innocence—a fact I have already articulated.

He nods. “I know,” he replies. “And I assume that until this night no man has ever claimed your sweet mouth, spoken to you of such lewd subjects, or pinned you against his bed?”

His brow rises as he speaks, the small gesture releasing a flood of moisture from between my legs. I am not absolutely clear what it is about him which is so alluring, but he most certainly has it. Yes, he is the King, and yet it is so much more than that. He is the devil in disguise, a debauch and beguiling demon, sent forth to worship and corrupt me. The thought makes me smile, in spite of my shame on the subject.

“You’re correct, Your Majesty,” I say with a small nod. “You are the first, on all counts.”

Smiling at the acknowledgment, he lowers his face into mine. Those full lips graze my mouth, parting my lips in an instant as my eyes slip shut. I want him to kiss me, to claim me, to own me. I desire it in a way I have no right to do. I demand it.

All Work And No Play by Gracie Malling

This is the season that just keeps on giving! Mischief Under The Mistletoe a fourteen-novella anthology available now! Today I’m looking at Gracie Malling’s story, All Work and No Play that is included in this book.

Blurb: It's hard to focus at work when your boss also happens to be your Dom, and Mia is finding it increasingly difficult to balance her work life with her kink life. Christmas, however, is an excellent distraction, and Mia is determined that their first ever office Christmas party will be one to remember. And it will... just for all the wrong reasons!

Editor’s note: These delightfully naughty Christmas spanking stories feature scorching romance and BDSM. Some involve age play, all involve spanking. There’s also a bit of LGBT+, some magic, and a drunken incident with a photocopier. If this isn’t your scene, it might be better to find a nice book about knitting lamp shades, instead.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

“Not so fast, little girl!”

I freeze, five stairs up, and then look back over my shoulder to see Will standing in the hallway glaring up at me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, trying my best to look innocent.

“Back down here. Now.” He takes off his thick winter coat and hangs it up behind the door, never breaking eye contact.

My belly clenches up in that gorgeous way that is both scary and hot as hell, and I tighten my grip on the bannister rail. “Why?”

“Mia Elizabeth Clarke, you are already in enough trouble as it is.” He raises his voice ever so slightly. “Here. Now.”

“But… but I already had corner time.”

Will grabs hold of the bannister rail and starts up the stairs after me.

I squeak and take the rest of the stairs at a run before sprinting along the landing, throwing open our bedroom door and flinging myself inside. This is a ridiculous plan, however, and I realise this moments later when Will strolls in, calm as you like, shuts the door firmly behind him and then stands there, arms crossed, expression hard and mouth set in a disapproving line.

I retreat until the backs of my thighs hit the bed, and then I sit down on the edge of it with a defeated whimper. “I’m sorry…”

He raises an eyebrow and takes a deliberate step towards me. “Sorry for what, young lady? For being a brat at work, for running off just now or for both?”

I hug my arms, press my cheek into my shoulder and mumble something incoherent.

“What was that?” His voice has that sharp edge to it that tells me I am in big trouble, but for some reason lovely submissive Mia seems to have disappeared since our little post-meeting chat and my brat persona has well and truly taken over.

“I said I don’t know,” I grumble, staring down at the carpet and still hugging my arms with my face averted.

“Stand up.”

I shake my head, squidging my cheek deeper into my shoulder, and stay put.

“Right.” In my peripheral vision, I see Will take two quick steps forwards and then he grabs hold of my hair and yanks me to my feet.

Before I have the chance to do anything more than shriek and wriggle, he sits down hard on the edge of the bed and drags me over his lap.

“You want to act like a brat, Mia?” he demands, his voice harsh, as he pulls up my sensible work skirt and hooks his fingers around the waistband of my knickers. “Well then, I’m going to treat you like a brat.”

More about Gracie Malling:

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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#SatSpanks - Hot stories, going cheap

Just over a week until Christmas! I hope you’re having fun this festive season.

This week I have another clip from my story, Love At Last Flight. It is part of the thirteen-story anthology, 12 Naughty Days of Christmas.

This collection is available for a short time for only 99¢ - or read for free with Kindle Unlimited.

For a short time you have the chance to win a Kindle Fire and a box of swag from Blushing Books, details are here: 12 Naughty Days.

Buy link: Amazon

Background: Lauren is now Richard’s girlfriend, only she’s have trouble with his insistence that she obey his rules. He’s giving her a quick refresher:

The reminder of his power over her, in his deep, raspy voice, went straight to her crotch. She kissed him, ravenous for his body. He kissed her back, hard. His mouth moved from her lips to her throat. To her breasts. He licked each nipple. Without warning he flipped her onto her stomach. She was face down on the bed when the first smack cracked across her bottom. Neither hard nor painful, the surprise made her gasp anyway.

“This is because I love you,” Richard said. “If you are going to stay with me, you can expect to be loved a lot and spanked a lot.”

Lauren moaned at the light spanking. Then as abruptly as he started, he stopped, rolling her onto her back again. He lifted her legs, holding them behind the knee, raising her bottom off the bed.

“If you’re ever very naughty,” he said, his hand tracing circles on her stretched buttocks. “I’ll spank you in this position. Hard.”

To demonstrate how painful that would be, Richard slapped her once. Lauren yelped.

“The problem with this position is my hand may slip.” He lightly smacked the folds of her pussy.

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Sweet Town Love - an anthology

Sweet Town Love is a collection of a dozen wonderfully sweet love stories from USA Today and bestselling romance authors will warm your heart. Each book in this anthology will take you on a journey that reminds you how it feels to take the chance, and how sweet it is to fall in love with the one person who makes your heart flutter. Whether it’s a firefighter who enjoys cooking, a doctor who loves his family, a small town sheriff, a reunion between high school lovers, a second chance to make things right, a man determined to pull a woman from her survival guilt, a chemo-nurse who knows healing takes more than medicine, or a man determined to help a new neighbor feel welcome, every single tale will show these men loving and guiding the women they adore to their very own happy ever after. This is a perfect collection to curl up with… and celebrate the love in our lives.

Disclaimer: Sweet Town Love is intended for adults only. Spankings and other sexual activities represented in the book are fantasies only, intended for adults only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted by Blushing Books’ or the authors’ advocating any non-consensual spanking or other sexual activity or the spanking of minors.

Buy link: Amazon

This 800 page collection includes novellas by:

Maggie Ryan

Stevie MacFarlane

Adrienne Blake

Misty Malone

Anna Kristell

Rayanna Jamison

Beth Bennet

Paige Parsons

Chula Stone

Alyssa Bailey

Georgia St Claire