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Claiming Mia by BJ Wane

BJ Wane is here today with her latest book, Claiming Mia. Reviewers are calling this “a great smoking hot story” and “interesting and fast moving, […] a good balance of a mystery and an enjoyable love affair.

She gave him her body and submission, but he wanted more.

Blurb: Newly divorced Mia Reynolds doesn’t like Chief Nolan MacGregor. His arrogance gets under her skin, but it’s her body’s instant reaction every time he levels that cobalt gaze upon her or hints at giving her what he keeps insisting she wants that really gets to her. After her husband’s betrayal, she’s sworn off getting involved with anyone, and certainly isn’t going to trust her fragile heart with the town’s reformed bad boy.
Nolan wants Mia and refuses to let her prickly stubbornness stand in his way. Once he entices her into an affair and shows her the benefits of submitting to him, her off-the-charts responses prove he was right all along – she is the one for him. When his investigation into an illegal drug ring implicates Mia’s business, he never stops believing in her innocence.
When the Feds go around him, Mia refuses to believe he hadn’t been with her just to keep an eye on her and her nursery for proof the drugs were coming in on the trucks carrying her landscaping orders.
Mia’s reluctance to trust Nolan completely lands her in trouble with a drug trafficker and it isn’t until she is kidnapped that she realizes what her insecurities and refusal to let go of the past might have cost her…
Publisher’s note: Claiming Mia, a steamy contemporary romance, contains elements of power exchange. Only suitable for ages 18+.

Buy links: Blushing BooksAmazon

Excerpt

“You want to spank me instead of giving me a ticket?” Mia didn’t know if her stunned disbelief stemmed from outrage at his audacity or the instant pickup of her heart rate which caused her blood to heat in a volcanic rush through her veins at the thought of his large hand connecting with her butt.
“In the worst way,” he admitted with candor, not bothering to hide the truth. Then again, when had he ever held back from letting her know where his interests laid, she bemoaned.
They both heard Mia’s convulsive swallow as she contemplated her choices. It came down to she couldn’t afford an increase in her premiums. A shiver rippled down her spine as he pressed closer and his warm breath tickled her neck when he nipped the tender skin. Okay, maybe the strain on her finances wasn’t the only reason she was giving his suggestion serious consideration. If she could sate her curiosity about the way her body was always so quick to react to his sexual innuendos about putting her over his knee, remarks she never imagined would titillate her before the divorce, maybe she could get him out of her mind once and for all.
Taking a deep, nerve-bracing breath, she muttered in a whisper, “Fine,” as if there might be someone around who could hear her. “I’ll meet you…what?” she gasped, incredulous as he spun her to face the truck and hiked up her skirt. “Here?”
“No time like the present. Don’t worry, Mia, my body is blocking yours, but even if I wasn’t, no one driving by can see back in this far.” With a hard yank, he drew another outraged gasp from her when he tore off her panties.
Warm summer air wafted over her exposed buttocks for the first time in her life, shocking her when the sudden outdoor exposure elicited a thrill of excitement. Before she could grasp the significance of that, he palmed her right cheek and squeezed, the instant pleasure from his touch taking her breath away.
“Just as I thought,” Nolan rasped, bending his head to nip her earlobe. “Soft and malleable. And so very…spankable.” He drew back and slapped the same cheek, a light smack that tingled more than hurt.
Mia shut her eyes against the warm dampness filling her long-neglected pussy, mortified by her response to what should have been an abasing experience. The next swat covered her other cheek and was just as potent as the first. Her tense muscles relaxed, and she was thinking this wasn’t so bad when he delivered a harder smack that jiggled her flesh. A small cry slid past her compressed lips, but he didn’t give her time to balk or complain as he set about peppering her butt with a volley of spanks, alternating between light and hard enough to sting while moving back and forth between her buttocks. A slow warmth enveloped her entire backside, along with small prickles of pain as the slaps grew sharper. Unable to help herself, she lowered her head to rest on her hands braced on the truck and tried to ward off the escalating pulses spreading down to her sheath. A part of her couldn’t believe she was letting him do this and an even more insane part couldn’t fathom the escalating arousal the embarrassment and discomfort added to.
Nolan stopped and caressed her buttocks, the now soothing strokes calming her riotous senses. “I knew you had a submissive streak worth exploring,” he said in a rough tone.

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.

Fear's Whisper by Poppy Flynn

Poppy Flynn’s latest book, Fear’s Whisper, is available now. Early reviews are in and one reader says: “These characters are well-developed, solid and interesting to read about. Get ready for a heart-stopping, tear jerking journey as Charlotte and Jake's story is told by a very talented storyteller, Poppy Flynn.”

Could kink set you free? Come and get hot and sweaty at Club Risqué and find out what turns you on

Blurb:
Charlotte Chapman and Jake Blackwood keep getting thrown together. After twelve years of crushing on the hot businessman she first met as a student at University, Charlotte is more than prepared to see how things progress, but Jake keeps getting cold feet.
When he walks away for the second time, Charlotte decides to explore the BDSM lifestyle that he keeps throwing up as a barrier. But because of a terrible past experience, Jake misinterprets travel journalist Charlotte's interest and believes she is out to scoop a news story at the expense of him and his newly acquired club.
Can she convince him of the truth or will this be the end of what was beginning to be a beautiful relationship at last?
Publisher's Note: Fear’s Whisper, a steamy love story, contains graphic scenes and power exchange. If that is not to your liking, please do not read it.

Buy links: AmazonBlushing BooksAmazon UK

Excerpt:
It was just so liberating to be lightly bound and following commands. She didn’t have to worry about what to do and what to say, whether she should be reciprocating in some sensual, provocative way that seemed to come naturally to some women, but which she had never understood.
Prior to this experience, sex had always been something awkward and slightly stilted. Like some kind of complicated dance that no-one had shown her the steps to and which she had no chance of following after the music started. So instead of relaxing she fretted and second guessed herself, wondering if she was doing the right thing but feeling like a failure regardless, until she was so stressed that the whole thing became an ordeal to endure until the man she was with got off and she lay there feeling disappointed and vaguely unfulfilled and wondering if that’s all there really was.
But not tonight. Tonight, something magical was happening. Tonight, she felt free; as if someone had waved away the burden of unrealistic expectation and replaced it with the permission to just feel. And boy was she feeling! Every touch, every kiss, every…thing seemed startlingly magnified. This was the closest thing to bliss that Charlotte had ever experienced and intuition was telling her that this time there was certainly more to come. Hopefully her! Yes, definitely her. It would be the first time. Well, not the first time. But the first time with a man. Oh goddesses! What if it didn’t happen. Would Jake be able to tell? What if she disappointed him anyway?
Suddenly Jake bit down on her nipple and the light bolt of pain wrenched her away from her thoughts before he laved at the small hurt and it bloomed into a tingling pleasure.
“You’re thinking so loudly I can hear you,” Jake growled. “Keep it up and I’ll be forced to spank you to take your mind off whatever is winding you up.”
Spank her? Charlotte’s pussy clenched at the thought and she felt her panties dampen some more.
Jake chuckled darkly against her breast. “I don’t think you find that idea too dreadful, do you sweet Charlotte. Would you like to feel my hand warming that pretty ass until it’s all hot and pink and branded with my palm?”
“No”, Charlotte panted. “I mean yes!” Her back arched as Jake bit down tenderly on her other nipple, taking away her ability of coherent thought. “Oh goddesses! I mean, were there two questions there? I can’t think…”
Charlotte could feel the laughter rumbling in Jake’s chest. “That was the idea. Don’t think! Just feel. You were doing such an excellent job of it until your brain kicked in.”

More about Poppy Flynn:

Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the 'self-sufficiency' lifestyle.
Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.

Poppy's love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn't have a television in the house.
"When you're surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there's a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless."
– Poppy x

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#Saturday Spankings - the first time

To paraphrase Elton John, Saturday’s alright for spanking. Thanks for joining me and the other writers on the Saturday Spanking blog hop.

My excerpt is from my latest book Trusting Ingrid.

Ingrid has spent her entire life looking after number one. Charming when she needs to be, she can lie more persuasively than an Academy-award winning actor. After all, society’s rules don’t apply to her.

If her outrageous behavior made her happy, it wouldn’t be so bad. But she’s a desperate woman, wrestling with alcoholism and not winning the battle.

In this scene, she had just accepted Lachlan’s offer to help her get her life on track.

Lachlan, a man with a commitment to rehabilitating feral, frightened creatures, intends to take her in hand.

He’s about to spank her for the first time.

From Trusting Ingrid, book 3 in the Romancing the Coast series:

“Take off your jeans and panties. Now. Then assume the position. Don’t make me ask you twice.”

Ingrid took off her clothes, laying her jeans on the sofa, topped with her small black panties. She was glad she’d shaved her mons that morning. It was almost naked but not in a trying-too-hard or a knew-we-would-get-here way.

His eyes dilated as he looked at her. He cupped his hand over the mound. His forefinger explored between her folds. She moaned.

He chuckled. “Seems like you’re ready for more than a spanking. Let’s get on with it. First, the preparation stage.” He helped her kneel with her round bottom cheeks pointing toward the fire. As instructed, she rested her head on the ottoman, facing him.

As much as the heat from the fire stirred her desire, she hated the sense of being on display, ready for his inspection, whatever that might involve. Her emotions cartwheeled between hunger for the spanking and a conflicting, deep sense of shame for wanting it.

He stayed crouched beside her, stroking her hair. “Do you know why you are being spanked tonight?”

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Denial by Tabitha Black

Hot off the e-press! Tabitha Black’s latest book, Denial (His Empire, book 2), is now available.

Shanna wants to explore her kinky fantasies. She gets more than she bargained for.

Blurb:

Disobey Sir Simeon’s rules at your own peril…

After finally finishing her degree, Shanna is rewarding herself with a holiday at Sir Simeon's exclusive lifestyle resort, Nox Oasis. She can't wait to finally experience some of the kinky things she's only ever read about. 

All work and no play is making Cavill frustrated but he takes his job as dungeon monitor very seriously. So when he's forced to rescue a new guest from unwelcome advances, the last thing on his mind is to take her for himself. 

But lust can so easily turn into more, and Shanna is irresistible. 

Meanwhile, Sir Simeon has discovered the deception of two of his favorite employees and the consequences could be devastating… 

Publisher's Note: Denial is a steamy romance which includes elements of power exchange. While it can be enjoyed as a standalone, we recommend also reading book one: Restraint.

Buy links: Amazon

Excerpt

So this is it. Sir Simeon's kinky amusement park. I wonder what the next two weeks will bring? Anticipation made Shanna's heart pound as she walked along the white pebbled pathway which ran between several signposts and small buildings. Various signs fired her imagination along the way; 'The Wet Room,' 'The Clinic,' 'The Sorey Hole,' 'The de Sade Experience.' Deciding to definitely explore that one—which was set up like a ghost train—at a later time, she instead followed an arrow to 'The Little Turret.' The building was like a perfect miniature version of a medieval castle turret, and her heart only began to beat faster as she walked along the small, fake drawbridge which led between the crenellated grey walls which cordoned this building off from the rest of the park.

The moment she pushed open the door, she could hear it: a rhythmic smacking sound, punctuated with howls, cries and promises to be good.

Shanna hesitated. There were obviously people playing inside, and as much as she wanted to take a peek, she didn't want to disturb anyone. Then again, if they didn't want to be disturbed, guests could always play in the privacy of their private suite, couldn't they?

More about Tabitha Black:

USA Today bestselling author Tabitha Black has been writing erotic spanking fiction for over twelve years, mostly in the age-play and historical genres. More recently, she's discovered the joys of writing more contemporary, darker, edgier books with a greater emphasis on BDSM – one of which, Sharing Silver, was nominated for a Golden Flogger award and won the Spanking Romance Reviews award for best ménage.

Having lived in four countries on three different continents and been an active participant in her local kinky communities, she likes to "write to discover what she knows." Her own personal kinks include anything and everything to do with spanking, fire play, edge play, scarification, age-play, and too many more to count. Some girls like wood, some adore leather, but Tabitha is partial to big, shiny, ornate knives… nothing else makes her quite as weak at the knees.

She lives in Europe with her Daddy/Sir, and a lilac cat who likes to sneeze in her face.

Connect with Tabitha Black:

Email: tabitha_black@hotmail.com

Website: http://www.tabithablack.com/

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Don't miss these other exciting books by Tabitha Black and Blushing Books!

His Empire Series

Restraint - Book 1

Denial book 2

Taken in Hand

Estelana

Summer Camp

Little Tudor Rose

The Abbeyville Way

Conquering Cassia

Silverlake Priory Series

Educating Eva, Book One

The Red Petticoat Saloon Series:

Sapphire's Surrender

Masters of the Castle series

Fulfilling Her Fantasy

Sharing Silver

Anthologies:

Confessions of a Spanking Author

Hero To Obey

 

Little Victorian Ladies

Rough Diamonds by Ashe Barker

Have you read Ashe Barker's hot novella Rough Diamonds? It sounds like a winner, but did she ever write one that wasn't?

Pleasure is good, but pain is even more exciting if properly applied.

Blurb:

What if someone handed you over a million dollars in uncut diamonds, and a note? For services rendered…

A random act of kindness years earlier gives rise to an astonishing chain of events. Johan Klaas holds the key to the mystery and he will help her – for a price. Can she trust him? Should she? And what has Christa ever done to deserve such a reward?

Swept from her modest flower shop in England, caught up in the opulent global diamond trade in Antwerp and introduced by her millionaire lover to a sensual world of pain and pleasure, Christa is determined to solve the riddle.

Please note: Rough Diamonds was previously released with a different cover. The story includes sexual scenes and BDSM, and is intended for audiences of 18 and over. It these elements offend you, please do not buy this book.

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Excerpt:

Johan stood over her, his gaze intense as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. Christa watched, mesmerised by the sight of his sculpted chest. He might spend most of his time in the financial markets of the diamond trade, but Johan Klaas definitely engaged in more physical pursuits, too. His shoulders were wide, the muscles clearly defined, rippling beneath his skin as he moved. His chest sported a sprinkling of blond hair which thinned as it disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers, drawing Christa’s eye there. She expected his smart suit trousers to follow the shirt, but instead he just kicked off his shoes and peeled away his socks, then came to kneel on the bed between her widespread thighs.

He simply smiled at her, then shoved his hands under her bottom to raise her up from the bed. Then he blew on her clit. Christa shivered, though not with cold. She had never dreamed something so simple could be so erotic, so utterly exquisite.

“Johan, I… Oh! Oh…” She gave up the attempt at speech when he leaned in to draw the flat of his tongue over her wide-open entrance. He repeated the action, and she believed she might melt. He inserted the tip of his tongue inside her weeping pussy, and she lost it entirely. A kaleidoscope of wild colour exploded behind her closed eyelids. Her body convulsed, hips arching up to meet his teasing, torturing mouth as her first orgasm burst from deep in her core.

Christa was panting, amazed at what had just happened. So fast, so fucking overwhelming. She writhed against the restriction imposed by the crimson tie as he continued to tongue-fuck her pussy. She was no expert, not exactly a frequent flyer, but she had enough experience to know she could usually rely on a good ten minutes or so of determined effort from her partner before eliciting so much as a flicker of orgasmic interest. Johan had only to smile at her, tie her up and flick her clit with his tongue and she was lost.

Bring. It. On.

Christa relaxed, spreading her thighs wider, lifting her hips in urgent demand. She prised her eyelids open and lifted her head to peer down the length of her body. Johan caught her gaze, held it, the emerald of his eyes darkened by arousal. He was as turned on as she was. Well, almost.

He paused to smile at her. “Christa…?”

She managed a smile in return, then allowed her head to drop back against the pillow. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t ever stop.”

He returned to his determined, skilful work, tracing the outline of her pussy slowly, deliberately. Then he plunged his tongue inside once more as Christa clenched and bucked under him. He shifted his attention to her clit, taking the swollen nib between his lips and squeezing lightly. He slid two fingers inside her pussy, angling and curling to find that sweet spot where—

“Christ! Jesus, Mary and all the fucking saints…” Christa was almost sobbing with arousal as he brought her hurtling back to the brink of another climax. Johan played her like a musical instrument, teasing just the melody he desired from her body. She was there, hovering, ready to tumble over the edge again, when he stopped.

“Turn over.”

“What…?” Christa gave a swift head shake. “But…”

“There’s enough flexibility in your restraints. Roll over and kneel up on all fours. Now.”

His tone had altered, only very slightly, but enough. A thread of steel now wound around those curt syllables and Christa had no desire to test his resolve. He was in control, that much had been established when she allowed him to tie her to his bed. Now, she wanted to obey him.

An interview with Ashe Barker:

1. Who or what was the inspiration for Christa? Is she anything like you?

Well I’ve never entertained a desire to sell flowers, but the mystery at the heart of Rough Diamonds is based on my experience working in the care system in the UK some thirty years ago so I suppose Christa does draw on something of me.

2. So, tell us a bit more about Johan. He’s stern and sexy, and obviously successful in his career, but what else is there to know?

Well, I think you just about covered the basics there. Johan is driven and successful, but he is also honest in his dealings with a strong sense of duty, and of justice. He wants Christa from the beginning, but he’s willing to work for it and takes nothing for granted. He’s kind to her, and generous, and he shares her sense of adventure and curiosity about the origins of her surprise windfall.

3. Do you see writing as a career?

Yes. I try to be fairly ordered about it. I like to be at my desk (well, more accurately the kitchen table) laptop fired up and coffee to hand, by nine in the morning and I tend to write for most of the day then. There are also a lot of related tasks to keep on top of, mainly to do with promo or research, or keeping in touch with readers and other authors. It’s definitely a full-time job for me.

4. Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

I think it was always there, though I only started writing properly about five years ago. I have always tended to plot stories in my head though, often when sitting in traffic jams on my daily commute. I now work at home so all that time spent inhaling exhaust fumes is finally paying off.

5. If you were to write a book about yourself, what would you name it?

I think at some level or other they are all a little bit about me. I could never write a book about a heroine I didn’t actually like or identify with in some way. Maybe I’d call my autobiography Made a Difference, because I hope that would be true. Perhaps that should be on my gravestone rather than a book cover, come the day.

More about Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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#WEWRIWA A Time For Will - an awakening

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, where writers share an 8 to 10-line snippet of their writing. You can read other excerpts by clicking on the image at the top or end of this blog post.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been sharing my time travel-erotic romance called A Time For Will.

The story so far: solar storms have ripped a hole in the time-space continuum sending Will Dawson forward in time from 1895 to 2017. He has landed on the long-abandoned Pettigrew farm in the Methow Valley near the North Cascades. Later that same day, sisters Lissie and Hope Pettigrew arrive for the weekend.

Lissie and Hope originally thought that Will was an actor, hired by their sister as a practical joke. Now it’s been established he’s from the past. He thinks the year is 1885.

A dreamlike sense swept over Lissie. No, she thought. He’s pretending. He has to be. She shivered, forcing herself to answer. “It’s not 1885. It’s 2017.”

For a moment she thought Mr. Dawson was going to collapse. His skin whitened under his suntan. Then, as if he could change the world simply by willing it, he took a big lungful of air and straightened his shoulders. He pulled off his dusty hat and ran his hands through his thick, shaggy hair.

“Well what do you know about that?” He threw back his head and laughed. Lissie had never heard a more beautiful sound.

Disclaimer: A Time For Will is intended for a mature audience, ages 18+. Scenes include spanking adult women and explicitly sexual situations. Tough stuff but fun! If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

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Conquered by the Viking by Ashe Barker

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

Blurb:

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

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

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

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

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

This Viking missed nothing.

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

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

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

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

"That you are enjoying this?"

"Yes."

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

"Thank you," she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

"Does this feel good, little Celt?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

More about Ashe Barker

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

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

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

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

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

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#WEWRIWA A Time For Will #Erotic #Romance #SciFi

Do you like a little time travel with your erotic romance? Writing A Time For Will was fun as I combined the genres of romance and erotica with a touch of SciFi.

The story so far: solar storms have ripped a hole in the time-space continuum sending Will Dawson forward in time from 1895 to 2017. He has landed on the long-abandoned Pettigrew farm shortly before sisters Lissie and Hope Pettigrew arrive for the weekend.

Lissie and Hope think Will is an actor, sent by their sister Verity who loves practical jokes. Lissie decides to play along (edited for brevity):

“Okay, Verity,” she said to the bushes. “You can come out now.”

“I told you,” Will said fiercely, “I’m the only one here.”

Lissie grinned. “I believe you, cowboy.” Sidling next to him, she caught his primal smell; it spoke of hard work and honest labor.

He narrowed his eyes at her.

She brushed some dust from his shoulder. “I’ve been asking Santa for someone like you my entire life. I guess the wait was worth it.” She made a kissy face at him.

Disclaimer: A Time For Will is intended for a mature audience, ages 18+. Scenes include spanking adult women and explicitly sexual situations. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

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Reclaiming Clover by Alyssa Bailey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Buy links: Amazon

Excerpt:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

More about Alyssa Bailey:

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

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

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

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

Connect with Alyssa Bailey:

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Email: alyssabaileyromance@gmail.com

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#SatSpanks - Wrong bet

Things are heating up in  Holding Cynthia, Romancing the Coast, book 2.

Antony has just asked Cynthia to marry him. Unfortunately he’s in another city and the proposal has been made by phone. Not the most romantic proposal ever.

Cynthia is taken by surprise:

“This just wasn’t what I was expecting so soon. I wasn’t really expecting anything. I’m trying to imagine myself telling Sadie. Telling my best friend Cherie. They aren’t going to believe it. Not by a mile.”

“Does that matter?”

“No. They have their lives. I have mine. I just have to think about it. I mean my immediate response is yes of course I will marry you.”

“Even though you know I will spank you when you misbehave?”

“Maybe we can negotiate that condition.”

“Or maybe we can’t. Now you need to answer one more question: who will be the head of our household?”

“I will?”

“You have to count of five to reconsider.”

The sternness of his tone turned Cynthia’s stomach to water. She said nothing. She loved him when he was tough.

“One,” he said.

“I’m thinking about it.”

“Three.”

“Hey!”

“Five. You’ve now added five more strokes to your spanking when I get back there. Do you want to try for ten?”

“Okay! You will be the head of our household. Geez. What happened to numbers two and four?”

“I didn’t say I was going to count by one’s. You shouldn’t gamble like that.”

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Read Ronnie Doyle’s (from Seeing Ronnie) interview with Antony Jacobson about his relationship with Cynthia in this exclusive blog post on the Blushing Books’ site: Holding Cynthia - blog. 

Don’t miss these other great books & stories from me and Blushing Books:

Romancing the Coast series:

Seeing Ronnie, (book 1)

My latest book, A Time For Will, is being released on October 20, 2017. Follow me on Facebook or Twitter for news of when it goes live.

Simon in Charge series –

Simon in Charge – 3 book box set

Or buy the books individually (available for free on Kindle Unlimited)

Simon Says

Winning Sadie (book 2) – also available on Audible

Sadie Says I Do (book 3)

Short story:

A Prairie Promise (in the A Spanking Good New Year anthology from Blushing Books)