Spanking romance

His Innocent Bride by Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie Fortune’s Regency romance, His Innocent Bride, continues to delight readers. One reviewer calls it “A wonderful combination of danger, suspense and red hot sex.” Want to know more? Read on…
Blurb: Going about her mundane life in a small fishing village, Alethea never dreamed she would end up with a man like the Earl of Deanswood, yet when she caught the handsome gentleman's eye he wasted no time in making her his wife. Unbeknownst to Alethea, however, her conniving mother has convinced Deanswood that she has no interest in the marital bed. Devastated by his seeming disinterest, Alethea searches for someone to instruct her in the ways of enticing a man.
When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea's plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea's life is threatened by her mother's vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?
DisclaimerHis Innocent Bride is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

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Excerpt

The way he ran his hand up and down her spine made her thighs turn weak, but she’d promised to obey him. Unfair as that seemed, she would do as he asked. He’d already told her to strip, so rising to her feet, she let the blanket fall to the floor and untied the belt of her borrowed dressing gown. The silk slid from her shoulders and slithered down her arms. It pooled on the floor at her feet.
She covered her nipples with her right arm and used her left hand to shield her pussy.
He sucked in a breath. Voice stern, he commanded, “Arms at your sides. That’s it. God, woman, you’re temptation personified. I’ve pictured you naked since I brought you off that first time, but I never imagined you as beautiful as this. Turn around, let me see every inch of you.”
All her life, her mother had insisted vanity was a sin. When her husband called her beautiful, Alethea’s smile shone brighter than the summer sun. As she pirouetted before him, her nipples hardened, and damp heat flooded her pussy. In a perfect world, she’d study his bare chest and delicious-tasting cock too, but she was too shy to ask.
Holding her gaze, he beckoned her closer. “Come here, chick. Because you’ve accepted that I’m in charge in our marriage, I’ll forgo the punishment spanking you deserve. Instead, I’ll spank you for our mutual pleasure. Put yourself in danger again, and I’ll blister your beautiful bottom with my belt. Do you understand?”
She nodded and took a nervous step toward him. How any spanking could be for pleasure was beyond her, but she’d trust her husband and obey his commands. Another two steps and she stood with her knees at right angles to his lap.
A nervous glance showed her his cock had grown to humongous proportions. When she’d worn her blindfold, she’d never seen his arousal. Now it fascinated and delighted her.
When he pulled her over his knee, his cock dug into her hip. Positioned like this, she felt like a naughty child. She tensed when he stroked her bare bottom.
Deanswood patted it gently. “Relax, or this will hurt more than it should.”
Those were easy words for him to say, but hung over his lap with her bottom in the air, she felt vulnerable and scared. Taking a deep breath, she untensed the muscles in her bottom.
He brought his hand down in a sharp smack that made her yelp. Heat exploded through her, warming her bottom. Another two blows followed in quick succession, one on each cheek. The way he spread the pain made her wail. Tears misted her eyes, but she clasped his ankles and tried to stay still. Another slap, harder than before, made her sob in earnest. Her bottom blazed. Pain crescendoed through her like thunderbolts that jarred her bones.
Her mind fogged and her vision blurred. She forgot the terrors of her day. Forgot where she was. She couldn’t even remember her name. Her world narrowed until only she and Deanswood existed. His next two strikes made her howl.

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 loves to visit historic sites, from Hadrian’s wall to Regency Bath. The first book she fell in love with was Georgette Heyer’s The Unknown Ajax. After that, she devoured every regency book she could. After a while, they went out of fashion, but part of Kryssie’s psyche lives in in in Regency London. She longs to dance quadrilles and flirt behind fans. Of course, Kryssie’s heroines do far more than flirt.
Kryssie lives in Bridlington on the Yorkshire coast –about thirty miles from Whitby, where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. 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.

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Website: http://kryssiefortune.wixsite.com/kryssie
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Question and answers with Kryssie Fortune.

What does your main character do that is so special?
My heroine, Lady Alethea grew up in a remote fishing village on the Kent coast. A strict religious sect holds sway there. They disapprove of everything - singing, dancing, laughing. Even smiling is a sin. Alethea dreams of a happy future not one sent peddling fish. When James, Earl of Deanswood drives his yellow phaeton into the village, he reminds of the Greek God Apollo driving his flaming chariot across the sky. Not that she can admit to knowing Greek Myths in her village. She gives her heart in an instant, but although Deanswood marries her within a week, he doesn’t do the same.
What is your hero like?
James, Earl of Deanswood never expected to inherit the title. His father and older brother died the same day the battle of Waterloo started. Deanswood enlisted as a boy soldier and although he attained the rank of major, he sold out when he learned of his father’s death. Although it’s never officially stated in the book, he suffers from PTSD.
Describe your writing process and the way you brainstorm story ideas.
Brainstorm? It’s more like batter them to death with a hammer. I start with a random scene in my head and work out how people got there. Sometimes that one scene doesn’t even make it into the story. Once I’ve got the first draft finished, I edit, and edit, and edit. The first readthrough is to check the plot works. The next three are to polish the words. After that, I print it out and read it again. Words look different on paper. Next, I read it out loud. Then, and only then, do I let my husband read it. Not that he’s a romance fan, but I’m dyslexic. He sees things I don’t.
After all that, my editor still makes changes.

Forever Molly by Alyssa Bailey

Have you fallen in love with Alyssa Bailey’s Cián and Molly O’Conner? Then you’ll want to catch book 3 in the series, Forever Molly.

The spice of life is a sassy wife.

Blurb: Molly O’Connor loves solving a mystery and this one is enticing. When things get out of control and goes from a little fun to horse thefts, assaults, kidnapping, and even murder, Cián puts his foot down. Molly thinks she has it under control until it’s too late, putting herself and her family in danger. It will take help from the entire O’Connor clan along with some special friends to ensure the young couple’s forever isn’t over before it begins.

Disclaimer: Forever Molly is a sweet contemporary romance intended for adults only. Spankings of adult women represented in the book are fantasies only, suitable for a mature audience only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the authors’ advocating any non-consensual spanking or other sexual activity or the spanking of minors. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt

Slap and tickle, that was what got Cián off, but he didn’t need it to enjoy time with his girl. Watching his Molly as she returned to the earth made him grin with his own satisfaction. She released her fireworks just seconds before he gave her permission. That was his miscalculation and not her fault. He wouldn’t penalize her for it but the look on her face told him it might be fun to play it out a little.
“Did you have permission, aingeal?”
“Cián, I can only last so long. I tried to hold off… I told you,” Cián quirked his brow. “No sir, you didn’t give me permission.”
He leaned down and kissed her lips, sliding his hands along her sides, settling them on her hips as he seated his cock deep. “No, I did not. What should I do now?”
“Make love to me?” her hopeful tone made him groan. He’d missed this playful Molly.
“You are asking me to reward your naughtiness,” he said as he kissed her neck. His lips worked their way back to her breasts as he remained crouched over her, his body caging hers.
“But I could make it incredible for you,” she smiled, trying to be alluring. She wiggled her bottom, drawing a groan from his own lips.
“If I allow it, there will be rules. You need to follow my instructions. If I let you have any freedoms, that is,” he admonished her in mock severity.
“I will listen, but you have to let me touch you.”
“Demanding?”
“Negotiating.”
Cián burst out laughing. “You’re a fast learner. I accept your terms.”
His head lowered to capture her lips, drawing out the sweet goodness as she wrapped her legs around his middle and drew him tighter to her.
“Cián, stop tormenting me,” Molly begged. Her whimper sent his staff into a near cramp.
His spoke next to her ear, low, deep, demanding. “Who says when it’s time?”
“Can’t it be me? Please come inside to play.”
“Oh, aingeal this is no longer play.” He re-entered her hard.

More about Alyssa Bailey

USA Today and #1 International best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, lives amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the rainforest on 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.
Alyssa loves writing realistic romance for the naughty in all of us. Writing 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 despite her choices is a common theme.
She loves series and finds she is expanding her horizons and comfort zone with every new book. Sometimes, suspense and mystery stirs the plot. HEA’s are her passion.
Note about penning this book:

This last trilogy and especially the last book was difficult for me. I have grown as an author during the writing of the O’Connors. If you start from the beginning, with Liam and Jocelyn, you will not only follow the progression of the family storyline but the story of my writing.
There were plenty of ups and downs and growing pains but at the end of the day, like the O’Connors, I like where I am. And like them, the next generation is in full swing and their third generation is beginning to find love as I am beginning to spread my own wings to spaces and places I never thought to go.

I hope you have fallen in love with the O’Connors. Would you like to know of other new and wonderful places my writing might take us?


Connect with Alyssa Bailey

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alyssabailey.romance

Twitter: @blushingalyssa

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More exciting titles from Alyssa Bailey and Blushing Books can be found on her Amazon author page here: Alyssa Bailey

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Here are quick links the rest in the Cián O’Connor series:

In Pursuit of Molly, Cián O’Connor Book 1

Freeing Molly, Cián O’Connor Book 2

Forever Molly, Cián O’Connor Book3

No Regrets by Pippa Greathouse

Have you been waiting for book 3 in the Strasburg, The New Generation series? The wait is over, No Regrets is live now!

"If you marry me, I'll want you in my house, in my life, and in my bed."

Blurb:
Lizzie has known and loved Thomas all her life. But they are at an impasse. Neither of her brothers are willing to run Pembroke in her parents' absence, and it has fallen to her. When he gives her his mandate, she is heartbroken. It seems there is nothing they can agree upon.
Thomas is ready to marry. Lizzie is not. Can they have a future together at all? When she is called to the deathbed of a family acquaintance the day after Christmas, her wrists are clasped and she is pulled closer. The woman stares into her face and says, "I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I'm so sorry." And the woman dies, right in front of her. Suddenly, Lizzie finds her life complicated beyond belief as she realizes she's the sole heir of yet another estate, one inhabited by a 'familiar.'
Thomas is there, although he has no idea if there is a future for them. He's her strength, her rock, and her encourager.
And Lizzie wonders if she'll ever be able to dispel the regrets that plague her.

Publisher's Note: No Regrets is an action-packed, sweet, historical romantic mystery contains a theme of power exchange. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:
Lizzie turned to face Thomas, furious. "It's my house, and I have every right to leave it if someone is in danger. I honestly thought it might be you!"
"I'm a grown man, Lizzie. I can take care of myself. And how is it James let you out? I left him with instructions to keep you inside."
"He tried to stop me, but he couldn't. It's not his fault."
He rolled his eyes. "Good Lord. I take my eyes off you for one single moment—"
"You don't own me, Thomas," Lizzie snapped, her hands on her hips, and faced him.
Large hands gripped her waist, and a moment later, she found herself thrown over his shoulder. A hard hand delivered an even harder swat to her bottom.
Her head came up at the swat. "Oh! How dare you, Thomas! Put me down!"
"When I'm ready. And at the end of the day, you should know you've earned a spanking,

and I'll be the one to give it. Keep that in mind throughout the afternoon. Especially if you're tempted to disobey my orders again."

More about Pippa Greathouse

An assignment by my elegant and sweet fifth grade teacher was what started it all. The assignment? To write a short story and read it aloud to the class.
Enter a story about a group of fifth grade kids camping in the woods who were attacked by a Grizzly; add body parts everywhere and kids being mauled to death one by one, and pile on top one horrified teacher (Poor Mrs. J!). The kids thought it was cool, however, and I was hooked.
Writing continued throughout Junior and Senior High, in the form of space stories, then spy stories, and by the time I reached high school, had turned into romances!  Every year when spring fever hit, I would take my notebook outside at lunchtime, and soak up the sun, and write. Then I would take it home and type it up on onionskin paper, on an old Underwood typewriter (Yes, I know I'm old!)
One day a few years ago while cleaning, I came upon a tote containing a wad of onionskin paper, rolled up. I was delighted to find a story that I had written when I was about eighteen, and thought, "Hmm, I wonder what would happen if I sat down and re-wrote this? And submitted it.”

Connect with Pippa Greathouse

Email: pippagreathouse@gmail.com

Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Pippa-Greathouse/e/B01MY1AWFG/

Website: www.pippagreathouse.com

Facebook Author page: www.facebook.com/pippagreathouse

Twitter: @PippaG6

Bookbub: www.bookbub.com/profile/pippa-greathouse

Here are a few more of the many exciting titles from Pippa Greathouse:

Double-Takes (book 1in the Pike’s Bluff Series

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

Katie’s Maverick

Submitting to the Cowboy by BJ Wane

Ever since BJ Wane’s Submitting to the Cowboy (Cowboy Doms book 3) was released in April, readers have been raving about it.

When he can no longer resist the temptation to make her his in every way, will it cost him the one person he cherishes above all others?

BLURB:

Tamara Barton had lusted after Connor Dunbar ever since she was old enough to know what those stirrings meant whenever he was near.  Connor’s refusal to see her as anything but the young girl he’d befriended and protected for years soon drives them apart, but not before she catches an up-close, personal glimpse of him exerting the dominant control she’d heard rumors about.
Connor regretted the harsh words he’d spoken to Tamara when he caught her spying on him as much as his lustful response to the look of need reflected on her face.  He’d been looking after the neighbor girl since the moment he saw her falling off her first horse at the age of ten and didn’t plan on stopping now that she was a grown woman who thought she wanted their relationship to go in a different direction.  He knew his sexual proclivities were not for the young, sweet kid he was so fond of, and wouldn’t jeopardize their special bond by giving in to her desires.
But Tamara always had a way of getting what she wanted and when he saw she was serious about becoming a member of the private BDSM club he owned with his brother and best friend, Connor discovered he didn’t want her submitting to anyone but him.  When he learns she’d kept things from him that could have impacted her welfare, would he allow his failure to protect her to drive another wedge between them or finally embrace a life with her at his side as more than just a cherished friend?
This is book three in the Cowboy Doms series but reads as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: Submitting to the Cowboy is a contemporary western romance that contains elements of mystery, suspense, adult themes, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Buy link: Amazon

EXCERPT

Exasperation flashed in his eyes. “Damn it, Tam, I doubt you’ve ever even been spanked.”
“I might have been if you hadn’t interrupted me the other night,” she shot back, equally frustrated with his obstinance, no matter that it stemmed from caring and concern.
“Really?” A calculated gleam entered his eyes as he ran his hands down her arms in what she could have sworn was a caress designed to soothe. Whatever it was, she enjoyed the light touch. “Well, since it was my fault you didn’t get to experience that aspect of BDSM, let me make up for it.”
Before she realized his intention, he grabbed her hand and tugged her over to the desk, maneuvering her in front of him. With a hand between her shoulders, he pressed gently, bending to whisper in her ear. “Lean on the desk. Show me you’re willing to experiment with this side of my lifestyle.”
His warm breath fanned the side of her neck, raising the tiny hairs on her nape, his words conjuring up all kinds of scenarios. Her voice shook as she whispered, “We’re not at the club. This is where I work, where someone might come in.” The next appointment wasn’t for an hour but that didn’t mean someone else couldn’t pop in. The very thought sent a flare of heat up her core. When had she become such a pervert? The silent question accompanied her descent over the desk as she braced on her forearms, her only thought to show him how serious she was about continuing with her submissive education. His sudden indrawn breath followed with the brush of his palm over her buttocks. She trembled, thinking maybe it was just Connor who turned her into a promiscuous deviant wannabe.
“Why do you have to be so stubborn?” he bemoaned as he palmed her right cheek. “This is wrong in so many ways, I can’t even begin to count. Remember, this is your doing.”
The sudden impact of Connor’s hand smacking her bottom jarred Tamara into an acute awareness of the minor discomfort, and how it seemed to feed the lust she harbored for him. Another spank followed the first, this one on her opposite cheek, delivered with a touch more force. She jerked, a small whimper escaping at the startling warmth spreading across her backside.
“This is just a taste of what subs are subjected to if they agree to play with a Dom.” Two more swats, each a little harder, jiggled her buttocks and built on the heat now expanding from her butt up between her quaking thighs. “Think long and hard, little one, because trust me, I’m being very,” smack! “very,” smack! “nice.” He ended the teasing torment with an almost casual exploration of her cheeks and then squeezed each throbbing globe, the tight grip emphasizing the ache and stirring her arousal.
Shaken, Tamara tried to lean back against Connor as he helped her straighten, but he shifted away too fast, leaving his hands on her upper arms until she steadied and turned to face him. With her face burning, her heartbeat thumping like a crazed bat and her warmed buttocks pulsing softly, she knew her face reflected the desire she couldn’t deny.
Connor dropped his hands as if burned and stumbled back a step, shaking his head. “You’re impossible. I’ve got to run. We’ll talk later.” Without another word or backward glance, he pivoted, snatched his hat off the hook and dashed out as if the hounds of Hell were after him.

BJ Wane in her own words:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle.  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 prefer being a 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.

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Bridling Lucy by Sierra Brave

Please welcome Sierra Brave to my blog. Today she’s here with her book Bridling Lucy, a paranormal romance with a reluctant but strict dom, a sassy heroine, and horses.

Blurb:

Stubborn, prideful and self-disciplined, Chance Locklear believes his way is always right, and he doesn’t like hiccups is in his strict routine so when the matriarch of his equine-shifter clan saddles him with a spoiled, twenty-one-year-old brat from out-of-town, he’s none too pleased.
While growing up as a member of a rogue-shifter clan, Lucy Tate didn’t have the luxury of an easy or predictable life, but she’s learned to live with her parent’s self-centered behavior causing problems for her or leaving her in the lurch. When her step-father’s latest hijinks force her to abandon her job as a blackjack dealer and skip town, she resents having to live with a stranger and work as a maid while hiding out. To make matters worse, she’s been placed in the care of an arrogant but sexy game warden/werehorse who demands her respect.
The first time Chance pulled her over his lap for a spanking, she was shocked and angry, but her body reacted to his touch in a completely different way. Just as the two begin to give into their shared attraction and admit they are fated mates, outside forces show up to pull them apart. Will destiny, love, and amazing sex be enough to save their relationship?
Author’s disclaimer: Bridling Lucy is a smoking hot, stand-alone romance with graphic sexual language. If you are offended by corporal punishment/adult discipline or sizzling, put-you-in-the-moment love scenes, you might want to look for another book. (BBW +Sexy Shifter)

Buy link: Amazon 

Excerpt:

Lucy sat with her arms folded across her chest and her bottom lip poking out as she stared out the passenger-side window. Despite her sour mood, Horse Mountain’s rustic scenery enchanted her—beautiful cabins, both big and small, grassy pastures, and lush evergreens abounded for as far as the eye could see. This would be a nice place for a vacation if I wasn’t practically being kidnapped. She shook her head as she tried to fathom how she’d been uprooted from her comfortable life by no fault of her own. Mama might as well be carting me off to prison. She licked her bottom lip as she pressed her forehead against the cool glass.
“Oh, come on now. It’s not as bad as all that?” Dory Crane continued driving.
“As all what?” She kept her attention on the greenery. If she saw her mother’s face, her anger might transform into sadness and she didn’t want to cry.
Her mom huffed. “You with the silent treatment up here and the refusal to so much as meet my gaze.”
Lucy’s nostrils flared. “You’re lucky I’m too old for an Amber Alert. How am I supposed to react when you’re sending me off to the middle of nowhere to stay with some strange old woman I’ve never even met?”
“She’s a family friend. Her daughter and I attended finishing school together.”
Lucy snorted. “I still can’t believe you went.”
“In my day, all of the girls of our clan were expected to go. It was a very big deal amongst the equine shifters.”
“And look how much it taught you. Did you even graduate?” She practically spat her words.
“Your mama knows how to behave like a lady when she needs to.”
“So this woman isn’t even kin?”
“No, but she is an equine shifter. One of her sons was good friends with your birth father.”
She gasped, finally turning to look at her mom. Her mother’s husband had raised her, and most of the time, Lucy claimed him as her daddy, but she longed to know more about her biological father. Trouble was her mama was always tight-lipped when it came to the subject. “My dad? Does he live around here? Can I meet him?”
Dory shrugged. “Can we not talk about him? Nothing you learn will make you happy.”
She locked her index fingers together while pulling her hands close to her chest.  “I wonder if he looked for me.”
“He might have if he’d known about you, but I was only three months along and not showing yet. Telling him would have just complicated our separation and eventual divorce.”
Lucy’s jaw dropped and she fought not to shed the tears welling up in her eyes. She pursed her lips and stared straight ahead, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know how you could do such a horrible thing.”
Dory frowned, knitting her eyebrows. “So self-righteous! One of these days you’ll realize when it comes to our kind, the head can’t always control the heart. Getting involved before finding your one true mate is dangerous.”
Lucy opened her mouth as if she were gagging and made a retching sound while pointing her finger toward the back of her throat. “Please stop talking.”
“Excuse me? At least I’m not pushing you into an arranged marriage the way my father did to me.”
“Sorry, but I don’t want to hear your selfish reasons for running off with a gambling-addicted coyote shifter.”
“Hush your flapping lips. You know Craw didn’t start playing the slots until after we left Mississippi.”
Lucy huffed. “You mean after we got run out of Biloxi because of your low-rent fortune teller con jobs?” Her mom shot her a nasty look but didn’t deny the accusation. Lucy held her left wrist with her right hand while shaking her head. “Either way, I’m being forced to pay for someone else’s mistake. To think your husband used to actually be a pretty good dad. Now, not so much.”
Her mama’s head jerked to the side as she threw a furious look Lucy’s way, complete with narrowed eyes. “Stop testing my patience, Lucy Abigail Tate.”
I hit a nerve. Lucy tried not to smirk. Her mama couldn’t tolerate any bad-mouthing of the love of her life, regardless of how true the words rang. Crawford “Craw” Crane continually proved himself to be a turd in the punch bowl, but her mama always defended him and probably would continue to until her dying breath. “Why’d you give me his name instead of Craw’s?”
Her mother pressed her lips together. “Legally, I was still married to him when you were born so Tate was my last name, but can we please drop the subject? Your daddy, Craw, the man who looked after you like his own blood from the minute you were born—He loves you. He thinks he’s doing right by you.” She shook her finger at Lucy. “I just don’t agree. A girl needs to wait for the one.”
“The one,” Lucy mimicked while rolling her eyes. “I still think this is crazy. It’s not like I couldn’t just flat out refuse Grayson.”
“Hmm, I wonder if you’d be able to stand strong if the patriarch got involved. Would you tell him no?” Without waiting for Lucy to answer, Dory reached toward her. She flinched but relaxed as her mother fingered a strand of her hair. “I like the color.”
She gritted her teeth, fresh anger filling her gut as she recalled her mom forcing a bleach job on her in a crappy hotel room about midway through the trip. “I miss my red.” She jerked her head away from her mother’s touch.
“If Craw or any of the Vegas-clan tries to find you, they’ll be looking for a ginger, not a towhead.”
Vegas-clan…Lucy let the words scratch at her brain. When she was younger, she hadn’t realized a bunch of different types of weres joining a clan under a “Boss” patriarch was weird. Now she understood most clans were matriarchal, and Mr. Black’s operation was similar to organized crime groups with their Godfathers. Her mom pulled up in the driveway of a lovely one-story cabin surrounded by tall trees before turning off the engine. “Now you mind Ms. Banks. Do whatever chores you’re assigned.”
“I’m not afraid of hard work though I guess my real job will be filled by the time I return home…that is if I don’t die out here in Hickville, USA.”
“You shouldn’t say such things, sweetie. Mama’s going to get everything fixed up.” Her mother patted her arm, but Lucy yanked away from her. “I’ll get your daddy straight and find another way to settle his debt, but you better not go talking any trash about him.” All the tenderness of her touch seemed to have faded as she wagged her finger again. “I can’t have any of my old clan, particularly my kin or some of the nosey strumpets I graduated high school with, getting any word of Craw’s misstep. Stick to the story. You hear me?”
Lucy’s blood boiled. “So it’s alright for a bunch of people you haven’t said a single word to in years to think your daughter’s some kind of out-of-control hoodlum as long as they don’t find out the truth about your crappy husband?”
Dory pointed her boney finger at her again, shaking it about an inch from Lucy’s face. “I asked if you heard me, girl.”
“I got it.” The corners of Lucy’s mouth turned down and her shoulders drooped as she huffed.
“Good.”
“With any luck, I’ll get the money from my daddy, and you’ll be home in no time.”
Lucy’s eyes widened and she nearly snapped her neck while jerking her head around to look at her mother’s face. “My granddaddy? Can I meet him?”
Her mom’s eyes rounded and she smirked. “Depends on if he’ll give me the money.”
She tightened her closed lips, squinting slightly. “So you’ll ransom a visit from me?”
Her mom smiled. “Whatever it takes.”

More about Sierra Brave:

Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of smoking hot romance. She writes across genres, dabbling in a little bit of everything, including ménage and BDSM.  Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school when she first read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.

Connect with Sierra Brave: 

Website: http://sierrabrave.rocks/

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Freeing Molly by Alyssa Bailey

Oh boy! Another book in Alyssa Bailey’s Cián O’Connor series! Freeing Molly is book two in this series where alpha husbands have been disciplining their naughty wives for three generations.

A sassy wife is the spice of life.

Blurb:

When tragedy hits engaged couple, Molly Rasher and Cián O’Connor, things turn upside down. Molly decides to spend time alone telling neither her family nor Cián where she is or how she is fairing. When the police call for someone to retrieve Molly, she is in desperate need of loving care both tender and strict.
Cián is devastated and irritated with his girl. She is running from her life instead of asking for his help. Finding her is not as difficult as freeing her from the demons in her head, but he is determined nothing will get in his way, not even his girl. He will convince Molly she needs him as much as he needs her and that he will take all comers to keep her safe as they rebuild their life and try to move forward.

Disclaimer: Freeing Molly contains fantasies, intended for adults only. Strong stuff but worth it. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Molly lay naked, her breasts heaving from anticipation as she waited for her lover. Cián emptied his pockets in the bowl on the built-in shelving unit and with great intent, removed his computerized wrist watch, and then his belt. The swishing as the wide leather slid free of its binding loops, called to her unvoiced craving for his dominance. Molly studied his every move, her belly a riot of activity in response to his slow, meticulous movements.
She reached to touch her clit and Cián, without so much as a change of inflection, said, “If you touch your kitty, I will have to punish you and it will be a long time before I let you come, a peata. Don’t be naughty.”
“You called me pet? Does that mean you’re going to play with me? Then please hurry. I’m dying here. I’m going to expire from want.”
“Expire from want?” Cián chuckled. “My, your turn of phrase has gotten exotic in the last two months.”
“Please, Cián, don’t torture me.”
“Patience. Something you have never been good at practicing. We’re going to work on that, aren’t we?”
“I promise, but just not this time. It’s been so long.”
Cián said nothing but continued to remove his shirt, one button at a time while Molly wiggled and squeezed her legs together to find some relief.
“Molly Susanne, if you don’t stop, you’ll earn a spanking before I play and refuse your orgasm. I’m asserting my dominance here, but I want to do it while firing all your rockets, so this is your last warning to practice patience and obedience. Because of that, we are using some protocol today, a ghrá.”
“Sir… okay, sir but if you genuinely love me you will hurry. Sir.”
Cián continued to undress by pulling his tee shirt off and bending down to remove his shoes. Molly was almost coming from the anticipation. She knew that’s what he wanted, for her to sweat. He loved to make her so antsy and needy that all he had to do was touch her and her fireworks began. Finally, his shoes and jeans were off, but he left his briefs on. The swelled package was easy to see, and she felt her mouth salivate at the thought of taking him, inhaling his muskiness, rolling her tongue around his manhood but that didn’t seem to be what Cián wanted right now. No, he wanted to kill her with that stupid patience he said she didn’t display often enough.
The mattress dipped and Cián was beside her. “All the toys are packed but I think I have plenty with what mother nature provided. Do I need to use my belt to tie your hands?”
“No. I can deal with it.”
“That’s my girl.” He dropped a light kiss on her waiting lips.
“Well, maybe you don’t need toys anyway.
“Or maybe we need them more.” She couldn’t control her wiggle as his gaze slid lazily over her face, her breasts, her nipples, causing heat to race up her back.
“I need to reacquaint myself with your beautiful body. It has changed in the last two months. I’m not happy I don’t have a plump bottom to spank but we will remedy that in time.”
“You don’t have to spank me, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Somehow, I doubt that, peata. Now no more talking.”

More about Alyssa Bailey

USA Today and #1 International best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, lives amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the rainforest on 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.
Alyssa loves writing realistic romance for the naughty in all of us. Writing 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 despite her choices is a common theme. 
If she can throw a little humor, or suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters predominately live in Regency England, Ireland, and Scotland amongst lords and ladies, in the Contemporary Realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working Cowboys and fiercely romantic Indians. 

Connect with Alyssa Bailey

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alyssabailey.romance

Twitter: @blushingalyssa

Blog/web page:  http://alyssabailey.com/

Email: alyssabaileyromance@gmail.com

Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/Alyssa_Bailey

More exciting titles from Alyssa Bailey

Lords and Little Ladies Series:

Lord Thayer’s Choice (Book 1)

Lord Ashton Decides (Book 2)

The Black Laird Demands (Book 3)

Safe and Secure Series:

Saving Sharlee (Book 1)

Chase Abbey Series:

Lord Barrington's Minx (Book 1)

Becoming Lady Barrington (Book 2)

Lady Caroline's Defiance (Book 3)

His Improper Lady (Book 4)

The O'Connor Series:

Liam & Jocelyn's Story

Her Sweet Complication, Liam O'Connor Book 1

Liam's Lessons, Liam O'Connor Book 2

Loving Liam, Liam O'Connor Book 3

Ciaran and Katherine's Story

His Gentle Persuasion, Ciaran O'Connor Book 1

Rancher's Creed, Ciaran O'Connor Book 2

Katie Consents, Ciaran O'Connor Book 3

Quinlan and Cheyenne's Story

Quinlan's Quest, Quinlan O'Connor Book 1

Accepting His Ways, Quinlan O'Connor Book 2

Her Balancing Act, Quinlan O'Connor Book 3

Kelli and Parker’s Story

Meeting Her Needs, Kelli O’Connor Book 1

Kissing Kelli, Kelli O’Connor Book 2

Keeping Kelli, Kelli O’Connor Book 3

Cián and Molly’s Story

In Pursuit of Molly

Life imitating art

I’m a worrier. I worry about social injustice, climate change, animal cruelty, racism, child poverty…the list goes on.

One of these issues seems to crop up in every book I write, either directly or indirectly.

The basic premise of His Land, His Law was inspired by days of wonderful hiking in the forests of Salt Spring Island (one of Canada’s Gulf Islands). His Land, His Law is about competing claims on an important tract of forest. Both of the main characters have indigenous roots (Luke is 1/8th Tsawout and Cara is 1/8th Inuit). She wants to save the forest, he wants to reap the material wealth that would come with its destruction.

When they confront each other, there is major conflict which, of course, is resolved by the end of the book.

One of my main pleasures in writing is being able to give stories a Happily Ever After (HEA) ending. You know, the thing that happens far too infrequently in real-life.

The Gulf Islands have seen many chainsaw conflicts. Now, four and half months after the release of His Land, His Law, a new one has arisen:

First Nations at odds over logging of reserve land on Saturna Island.

As the article concludes, the decisions about whether to log or not are never easy, like a lot of environmental and social issues. Economics and preservation will always be at odds.

That doesn’t mean we should hide from the hard choices. So I touch on them gently in my novels, in the hope that visualizing a HEA might be one step closer to finding one.

What do you worry about? If you could have a single HEA today, what would it look, smell, and taste like?

Clear-cut on Tseycum and Tsawout First Nation lands on Saturna Island. Photograph by Nick Claxton.

Clear-cut on Tseycum and Tsawout First Nation lands on Saturna Island. Photograph by Nick Claxton.

Returning to Us, Corbin's Bend book 2, by PK Corey

PK Corey’s latest book Returning to Us is the latest installment in the Corbin’s Bend series. Set in an imaginary town in Colorado, this more than just the story of Hal and Susan. Many familiar characters from other books in the series make cameo appearances. All these books can be read as standalones, but you may want to start with this one. As the reviews testify, PK Corey delivers believable characters in situations that ring true.
Not only is PK Corey a good writer but she tackles mature love, an often missed dimension of the DD / TiH genre. Anyone who knows that love and all its wonderful dimensions deepen over time will enjoy PK’s depiction of its evergreen nature.

She needed the steadiness of the dominant husband she’d once had.

Blurb:

After thirty-five years, Susan thought her marriage was over the morning after their last child's wedding. Hal, her husband, said he needed to talk about something important. She knew it couldn’t be good. They rarely even spoke anymore. In the beginning they’d been so close, so passionate. Practicing domestic discipline had been a wonderful part of their lives—sometimes.
But over the years it had all drifted away, even when Susan asked for what she needed. He would occasionally give her a mild, sexy spanking, but the real discipline she craved was a thing of the past. Now, Hal suddenly wanted to talk about moving to Colorado to live in Corbin's Bend, a community where spanking was not only accepted, but encouraged. Could this bring back the closeness and passion they’d once had? Could Susan trust that this time Hal would truly step up?

Disclaimer: Returning to Us is a sweet romance intended for adults only. Spankings of adult women represented in the book are fantasies only, suitable for a mature audience only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the authors’ advocating any non-consensual spanking or other sexual activity or the spanking of minors. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

Buy links: AmazonBlushing Books

Excerpt:

Hal guided her over his knees and began spanking. It felt delicious! His spanks weren’t so very hard, but they fully reignited the burn left by the paddle. Susan was squirming. When Hal dipped his finger into her moist center, she nearly came off his lap.
“That’s what I suspected,” he said sternly. “You are in trouble for blatant disrespect and you’re acting like you’re planning on some sexual adventure. You’d better plan on holding back and behaving yourself. If you come, I’m going to have to take my belt to you.”
This was pure playacting and Susan knew it. Hal used this tactic on rare occasions and only while roleplaying. Susan had no idea why this was such a hot button for her. It didn’t matter. These words, these threats released powerful emotions in her like nothing else. And Hal well knew it.
Standing her up, he removed the rest of her clothes. Hal laid her on the bed. “Just because you’re being punished, there is no reason I can’t have my fun.”
Susan watched as Hal removed his clothes. Her body felt like a taut violin string. She was ready to come at his first touch. But again, in a deep voice Hal warned her, “You’d better keep tight control, or I’ll make that belt sing.”
Susan was panting. If he said one more word, she was going to come without so much as a touch. She was fighting to hold off as long as she could. She arched up to capture him as he hovered over her. He half turned her over and delivered several sharp spanks.
“Now, now, none of that,” he told her.
Susan thought she’d lost her fight for control as he gently sucked on one nipple and then the other. Sitting up, he caressed her body, her belly and her hips and thighs, never touching where she needed him the most.
Hal lowered his head and kissed her mons. He slid his tongue down and flicked it rapidly on her hardened bud. Giving in completely, Susan felt an orgasm like no other she’d ever experienced surge through her. She gushed as Hal continued his ministering with his tongue. She rode the wave higher and higher, beating her fists on the bed and bucking with abandon.
As Susan slowly came back to herself, the only thing she was aware of was her body. The time, the day, her name... were all in a vague space of not caring. She was his, was the only coherent thought floating through her mind.

More about PK Corey

After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-five-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service. 
I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.
My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My new series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.
I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers. You can contact me at pk.corey@yahoo.com

Connect with PK Corey:

Website: PK Corey’s Reading Room  http://pk-corey.blogspot.com

Email: pk.corey@yahoo.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/pkcorey

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/pk.corey/

Amazon Author page: https://www.amazon.com/PK-Corey/e/B00H9W9XB4/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

Night-Silences by Pippa Greathouse

Pippa Greathouse has a new book out! Night-Silences (book 2 in the Pike’s Bluff series) has readers praising it as being fast-paced, different, and fresh and great mystery!

One thing was certain; a small-town girl had no business being here.

Blurb:

Big Crime in a Small Town…
Abandoned in an airport thousands of miles from home with no way to get back, Emmy Reece finds herself dependent on an officer from the Highway Patrol to get her there. Stubborn, sassy, and determined to do it alone, he gives her little choice; she can accept a ride with him and get home safely, or she can sit in the airport all night with him and wait until someone comes to get her.
Jackson Collins has been called on for a transfer to Pike’s Bluff to do some investigating. Human trafficking is taking place there, and girls are disappearing from the local hospital. He doesn’t expect that this young lady will be involved. Incredibly drawn to her, he realizes he’s fallen deeply for her before he even gets her home. Love at first sight, just like his own parents?
Is she at risk? Or is she involved in the scheme? What do the FBI and the HP want with her? Will their worlds collide, or will they come apart?

Disclaimer: Night-Silences, an action packed romance, contains some graphic scenes, spanking, and themes of power exchange. If these offend you, please do not read it.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

He shook his head and took them, moving inside the kitchen to set them down. When he turned back, she had stopped just inside the doorway. He crooked a finger at her. "Come here."
Her eyes, already large, grew wider as she slowly approached. He reached for her, holding her around the waist with one arm. With the other, he planted a hard swat on her bottom. She shrieked.
"That," he said firmly, "is for leaving the house without telling me. And this," he brought his hand down again," is for doing it the second time. After what happened yesterday in Denver and then in St. Louis, I would have thought you'd know better than to take off without letting me know." He released her, and she took a step backward, rubbing her bottom.
"Ow," she said in a small voice.
Looking at the bags he'd set on the counter, he reached for her. Putting his hands on her waist, he set her up on the kitchen island.
"Look, Emmy, I do appreciate you going and bringing back something to eat. But when I awakened and you were missing, I swear, it took ten years off my life. Can you understand that?"
She nodded. "I'm sorry."
His hands moved to her sides as he leaned forward, shaking his head. "Just don't do it again. All right? I'm utterly serious."
The expression on her face changed suddenly as she tilted her head at him. "Really?"
His own countenance grew wary and his eyes narrowed. "What does that look on your face mean?"
She wiggled forward on the counter and kissed his cheek. "It's nice to have someone worry about me."
His brows knit closer. He took hold of her waist and set her back down so her feet touched the floor, feeling as if he'd lost control of the situation. But she was rifling through the bags now and handed him a package of something, still warm, and a cup of coffee.
When he took it, she gave him a huge smile. Her dimples were showing again.
"Good morning," she said brightly.
"Good morning. Emmy, you do realize—"
"Yes, sir. I do. I won't do it again. There's a bar stool on the other side of the island, if you want to sit down. And there's a potato patty in the bag for you."
He shook his head and moved to sit down. Setting out the other stool next to him, he pointed to it. "Sit."
She shoved her food over in front of the other spot. "I didn't have any eggs, and everyone should have a good breakfast, so I thought..." She frowned at his expression. "Want me to take them back?"
He shook his head. "No, Emmy. I just want to make sure I made an impression on you, that's all. Because if you take off like that again, I'll put you over my knee and spank you."
She blinked up at him, pausing just out of his reach. "But—you said you weren't taking me to raise—I don't understand why I should have to ask permission to leave my own house and run errands."
"I also said I wasn't going to abandon you, if you remember correctly. Your safety is important, and I don't want you taking unnecessary chances with it. Do you understand me?"
Her expression was incredulous.
"Emmy?"
"No," she said softly. "I don't." She tilted her head. "Last night, when we were talking about Mark, you asked if he'd ever hit me. But you just did."
"What I just did was to give you a swat on the bottom, to get your attention so you'd listen to me. I was hoping it would let you know that I expect you to stay safe. Do you think it was mean?"
She lowered her gaze, thinking. "No, I suppose not."
"Did you think it was unwarranted? Suppose you'd gone off alone and someone had gotten hold of you and taken you?"
Her shoulders sagged, and he lifted her chin so her eyes met his.
"What I just did was for the purpose of keeping you safe. Because damn it, like it or not, I do care an awful lot about what happens to you. Abuse, Emmy, is hitting someone just for the sole purpose of hurting them and for no other reason. Usually, when a person abuses someone, they'll pick on someone smaller and less capable of defending themselves. An abuser does it because it makes them feel power over someone else, not because they cherish them and want to protect them.”
Light dawned in her blue eyes. "Ooh. I see. But you can't possibly cherish me, Jackson. I haven't known you long enough."
He took her wrist and reeled her in closer, sitting her up on the bar stool. "Don't be so sure. Now, eat."

Pippa Greathouse in her own words

An assignment by my elegant and sweet fifth grade teacher was what started it all. The assignment? To write a short story and read it aloud to the class.
Enter a story about a group of fifth grade kids camping in the woods who were attacked by a Grizzly; add body parts everywhere and kids being mauled to death one by one, and pile on top one horrified teacher (Poor Mrs. J!). The kids thought it was cool, however, and I was hooked.
Writing continued throughout Junior and Senior High, in the form of space stories, then spy stories, and by the time I reached high school, had turned into romances! Every year when spring fever hit, I would take my notebook outside at lunchtime, and soak up the sun, and write. Then I would take it home and type it up on onionskin paper, on an old Underwood typewriter (Yes, I know I'm old!)
One day a few years ago while cleaning, I came upon a tote containing a wad of onionskin paper, rolled up. I was delighted to find a story that I had written when I was about eighteen, and thought, "Hmm, I wonder what would happen if I sat down and re-wrote this? And submitted it?”
My favorite Heroine? One with intelligence, integrity, courage, and firm determination. I love to have the heroine and hero ‘make a difference’ in the surroundings and lives of others in the story.

And needless to say, my favorite hero is an "Alpha male" who loves his woman to distraction, but is smart (yes, in my opinion, smart is extremely sexy!) stern, and willing to be as strict as necessary to protect her from danger, even danger from herself.

Connect with Pippa Greathouse

Email: pippagreathouse@gmail.com

Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Pippa-Greathouse/e/B01MY1AWFG/

Website: www.pippagreathouse.com

Facebook Author page: www.facebook.com/pippagreathouse

Twitter: @PippaG6

Bookbub: www.bookbub.com/profile/pippa-greathouse

More exciting titles from Pippa Greathouse:

Pike’s Bluff series

Double-Takes (book 1)

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

Katie’s Maverick

Absolving Amy by RJ Gray

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

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

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

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

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

More about RJ Gray

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

RJ loves hearing from her readers. You can email her at AuthorRJGray@gmail.com

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