Spanking romance

Cal's Law by PK Corey

If you know PK Corey and her books, it won’t surprise you to learn that her latest, Cal’s Law, is getting great reviews. If the excerpt that follows here isn’t enough, you can read more on her blog here or by following the links from the Saturday Spankings blog.

He was too old for her, and she was too much of a spoiled little rich girl for him.

Blurb:

Jenny is the typical rich-kid, sorority girl. Getting good grades isn’t high on her priority list. In fact, that sits well below getting into the secret faction of her sorority. To do that she must pull off a daring bit of mischief.

Cal Bennett is the town sheriff. He’s a relatively young, no-nonsense, kind of guy – with a heart of gold. He is the moral center of this small town in North Carolina. But when his and Jenny’s paths cross unexpectedly, things get complicated and he questions his morals and his heart.

His plan to save Jenny from herself by enforcing strict discipline seems like a sound one.  To both of them. At first. He enacts a touch of martial law and Jenny agrees to learn more than English Lit. Cooking, cleaning, and laundry are but a few of her new subjects. Along with time-management, telling the truth and doing homework. Breaking any one in this new set of rules will result in a sound spanking. It all sounds simple enough when she signs on the dotted line of the contract between her and her sheriff.

But, life is messy and she is faced with one tough decision after another. She’s a college student! Shouldn’t life be easier than this? Less complicated? But she is pulled in two directions: her moral, upstanding sheriff leads her down one path, and a cute frat boy leads her down another. In one direction lies maturity, and a future. In the other, the simplicity of being a rich kid in college where Mommy and Daddy pay for everything. Now she must choose: Will she continue to let her parents pay for it all, or will she learn to pay the price for her own actions?

Publishers’ note: Cal’s Law is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or spanking of minors.

 

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Excerpt:

Cal followed Jenny to her room silently. Jenny grabbed a few things before glancing back at him. “You looked pissed. Are you mad at me? I didn’t do anything.”

Ignoring her questions Cal said, “Just hurry.”

Jenny grabbed make-up and her toothbrush and crammed them in with the clothes, computer and cords she’d packed and quickly followed Cal out of the building. Still he remained silent and Jenny began to feel uncomfortable.

“Are you sure this place is going to have room for me this late?”

“She’ll have room,” Cal answered briefly.

What was wrong? Was this his work mode? Whatever it was she didn’t like this side of him. Quickly she blurted out, “If you’re mad at me tell me why. If you act like you’re pissed all the time you’re working, it’s no wonder everyone hates cops.”

Cal glared at her just before pulling up to a large clapboard house. “You didn’t tell me how bad it was. You never said you got in a fight this morning and slapped someone. When you said you wanted to move you never told me they were violent.” Cal’s voice got louder, “You never said that I was sending you back into a dangerous situation.”

“Don’t yell at me!” Jenny snapped back. “It wasn’t violent until tonight so don’t take that tone and try to blame me. You don’t need to get your panties in such a wad.”

Cal realized he was blaming the wrong person and his face showed it. “All right, I’m sorry. And I don’t wear panties,” he growled.

“Really?” Jenny grinned, “Me either sometimes.”

Jenny was happy to see a slight blush on Cal’s face before he exited the car.

PK Corey in her own words:

The love of writing came to me late in life and I spent time trying to fit writing into a busy schedule. Recently I retired, the kids are out and on their own and my wonderful husband encourages me to spend more time exploring the world of writing. 

I always hear you should write what you want to read, so I have. I write loving domestic discipline with the stress on ‘loving’. I want a strong man who cherishes the woman he loves and will go to any length to keep her safe and protected.

 My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free spirited ways Tom is determination to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. My new series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.

Connect with PK Corey:  

Amazon author page

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

Email: pk.corey@yahoo.com

Twitter: @pkcorey

Questions and answers with PK Corey:

1. When did writing become important to you?

I discovered spanking blogs just over ten years ago. They really caught my interest and they stirred a desire to write some of the stories that had long been in my head. I wrote my first story after I turned fifty.

2. Do you view writing as a career?

I’ve recently retired from teaching, so I can’t say I see writing as a true career yet, but it’s more important to me than just a hobby.

3. What puts you in the best mood to write?

I’m alone at home, fresh cup of coffee, turn on the gas logs, convince the cats to lay on my feet and not the keyboard and I’m ready to write.

4. You’ve written nine books in the Cassie series and this book begins a new series. What draws you to writing series.

I’ve been an avid reader since I was about ten. I’ve never put down a book I enjoyed without asking, ‘But then what happened?’ Now I get to do the writing and I can answer that question.  I really get into my characters and I want my readers to get to know them just as well. I like series to be able to show how the characters grow and develop and change over time.

5. Do you have any advice for other writers?

Not everyone will be able to use my first pieces of advice, but they are: Love your kids dearly, then get them grown and out of the house! Secondly, retire. Those two things have helped the most. After that I’d say make a time to write every day that you can. You may decide it’s awful and discard it, but write anyway – the next day you could be brilliant. 

#SatSpanks - No Mercy

Welcome to my Saturday Spankings blog where naughty women pay their dues. Today’s excerpt is from Sadie Says I Do. Sadie has just put herself into danger – contrary to Simon’s very specific rules – and been assaulted. She has no serious injuries but has been shaken up.

 

Kevin and the policewoman made a tactful exit, closing the door behind them. When Sadie turned her face up at Simon, two tears leaked down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“I know you are, babe,” he hugged her.

She waited a few seconds before asking quietly, “Does that mean you’re not going to spank me for disobeying you today?”

“No. Why would it mean that?” He smiled tightly, trying to lighten the mood but her headstrong, defiant ways worried him deeply. “You don’t think you get off that easy do you, my recalcitrant bride?”

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Don’t miss these other great books & stories from me and Blushing Books (all of these can be read as part of the series or as standalone books:

Simon Says (Simon in Charge, book 1)

Winning Sadie (Simon in Charge, book 2)

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

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Lord Thayer's Choice - Alyssa Bailey

Almost one year ago today, I did my first spotlight on another author. To round out the twelve months, that same author, Alyssa Bailey is back with her new book, Lord Thayer’s Choice.

Saddles and guns aren’t all they are selling in the shops today

Blurb:

He wanted a burst of sunshine in the morning, a sprite in the afternoon, a Lady in the evening, and a wanton at night, but the choices were slim. Were his desires unattainable?

Annalise Coton was to be sold to the highest bidder. She was eighteen, had met her usefulness as a nursemaid to her half-brother, and with no natural parent to protect her from the outcome, she was to go home with the man offering the best price by the close of business today, proposal of marriage optional.

But if the choice were hers, the attractive lord who entered the leather shop was one she would consider. He was obviously used to having his desires met, but there was a gentleness about him that belied the harder, angular exterior.  She imagined he would be a strict taskmaster, possibly a ruffian in the marriage bed, but a tender caretaker.

She felt the tingles in her lower regions, and her daydreaming began. If he would only pay her price.

Lord Stephen Thayer needed to find a wife, produce heirs, and meet his first son obligations. However, he had prerequisites that were making a choice difficult, and he would not lower his expectations or standards merely to obtain a bride.

Stephen wasn’t a snob, he had needs, and he wanted a woman who had the same desires as he did but how to find her was the issue. With the London season ended, Stephen prepares to return to his estate stopping to purchase some needed leather and possibly a new pistol. He finds that a new saddle and pistol is not all that is offered at the shops today.

Could the lovely blonde haired sprite with the biting tongue, innocent bravado, and enticing pout be the answer to his dilemma? Would she submit to him in every way to include his discipline?

The choice was his to make and hers to take.  

Disclaimer: Lord Thayer’s Choice contains the spanking of adult women, elements of age-play and sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not buy this book.

Buy links:

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Excerpt:

He hardened his voice slightly as he had just done and watched her reaction. “Yes, it is time to go inside, my dear. Up you go.” He took a step towards her and watched her stand quickly in response but take a step back. “No, inside, you’ll catch your death.”

Her eyes flashed. “Well, I won’t. I’ve no reason to abide by your words.” Stephen stifled a smile once again. Yes, while her words were resistant, her tone was hesitant and yet petulant.

Her face was a bit pouty, and yet her stance was stubborn. Lovely.

“What is your name, young lady?” His pitch not changing from the reprimanding tone and he watched her response.

She hesitated for a moment and then answered. “Annalise Coton. If you intend on bringing my stepfather into the fray, you need not bother. He could not care less if I freeze but that he might get less for me.”

“That is a horrid thing to say.”

“Even if there is truth in it?” Her words were delivered quietly, and she shivered with the cold she was refusing to come in from.

He softened his manner and spoke gently. “Yes, little one. You need to learn to curb your tongue.”

“Or aim it better.” She mumbled the words but screeched her dismay at the solid swipe he made to her upper thighs with his walking stick. “I thought those were for show,” she cried out with both hands reaching for her bitten legs.

Even though she had on a cloak, it was too short and the dress too thin for the season. It was no protection from the cold or his cane. The swipe was intentionally hard, landing on her predominately unprotected limbs.

“And now you know they are not.”

Stephen watched her as she rubbed her stinging thighs. He was thinking things he knew he should not as he watched her massage the smarting bite he was sure the cane had left her.

However, his thoughts were of cuddling her after chastisement, and he did not have the right. Yet. He almost smothered the smile successfully but just a twinge touched his lips, and it was not missed by the sweet morsel in front of him.

She was a proud bit of fluff.

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 meet the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. People, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.

Her first memory of books was when her mother read to her as a small child. She began writing as soon as she could put letters together to form words. She was writing fanfiction before fanfiction was a ‘thing,' and won journalism awards and special recognition for her academic and fictional writing in high school and college.

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

If she can throw a little mystery, humor and suspense in her stories, she is content. 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, All Things COWBOY. 

Connect with Alyssa Bailey online:

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

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/alyssa-bailey

Instagram:  @alyssabaileyromance

Amazon: Alyssa Bailey

Don’t miss these exciting titles by ALYSSA BAILEY and Blushing Books!

Cowboy Welcome

Taming Texanna

Lord Thayer’s Choice

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) (coming 2017)

The O’Connor Series:

Liam & Jocelyn’s Story

Her Sweet Complication (Book 1)

Liam’s Lessons (Book 2)

Loving Liam (Book 3)

Ciarán and Katherine’s Story

His Gentle Persuasion (Book 1)

Rancher’s Creed (Book 2)

Katie Consents (Book 3)

Quinlan and Cheyenne’s Story

Quinlan’s Quest (Book 1)

Accepting His Way (Book 2)

A Balancing Act (Book 3)

Kelli and Parker’s Story (Coming in 2017)

 

#Sat Spanks - Facing the Music

Welcome to my Saturday Spankings blog where naughty women pay their dues. Today’s excerpt is from Sadie Says I Do. Sadie has just come home after a night out with the girls, celebrating her upcoming marriage. It’s the middle of winter and she’s carrying her shoes. She's three sheets to the wind.

Simon blew air from his lungs. “What were my final words at you left for the evening?”

“I don’t remember. That was hours ago.” […]

“I said, stay relatively sober.”

“I didn’t pass out, did I?” I reached for a face cloth. […]

Simon frowned. “Not passing out is hardly a measure of sobriety. But you’re in no condition to talk about this tonight. We’ll discuss it tomorrow.” […]

After I brushed my teeth, he made me sit on the edge of the bath. He ran a small pool of lukewarm water and washed my feet. When he washed them the night before, his touch had been sensual and provocative. Tonight it was loving and protective, slightly paternal. I kissed the top of his head. “I love you,” I said.

He looked at me with tired eyes. “I love you too, even when you act as irresponsibly as a child and need a sound spanking.”

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Don’t miss these other great books & stories from me and Blushing Books (all of these can be read as part of the series or as standalone books:

Simon Says (Simon in Charge, book 1)

Winning Sadie (Simon in Charge, book 2)

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

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Merrie's Hero by Pippa Greathouse

Today author Pippa Greathouse brings two excerpts from her historical romance Merrie’s Hero, (The Strasburg Chronicles, Book Two). Read on! You know you want to!

So he thought she needed a husband’s discipline? Fine. It only strengthened her resolve never to marry!

Blurb:

Merrie had adored Francis Adams since she was a child. But when she was thirteen, he had scolded her and smacked her bottom, for letting her puppy run out into the street and then running after it. She had decided then, she never wanted to see him again. Ever.

Now, six years later, coming home from school, she was shocked to find that he wished to see her again, even more shocked when he asked to marry her. But as drawn as she found herself to him, she did not like feeling his chastening hand on her bottom. Francis, on the other hand, seemed determined to use it; whenever and wherever he thought she needed it.

Merrie had hoped for a marriage in which someone loved her desperately. She knew that she felt that way; but did Francis? The words I love you seemed as if they were destined never to reach her ears.

Or were they?

Publisher's Disclaimer: Merrie’s Hero is a historical romance, containing sexual scenes between husband and wife and adult spanking.

Buy link: Amazon

Two excerpts:

She was moistening her dry lips, still unable to raise her eyes.

"Tell me, Merriweather—"

"Merrie."

"Merrie," he acknowledged. "Are you still upset with me for threatening you, six years ago?"

She gasped, unable to believe he had actually brought it up. Pulling free from his arms, she took a step back.

But Francis, seeing how close she was to one of the staff with a serving tray full of champagne goblets, reached for her. When she saw his extending hand, she quickly backed up another step.

That is when it happened.

Francis could not reach her quickly enough to prevent it. The servant, with his back turned, did not realize until it was too late that Merrie was right on top of him and turned just in time to have the whole tray of full goblets knocked completely out of his hands. As it went flying, the ballroom erupted in gasps. Merrie, seeing the chaos she had caused, cried out in embarrassment. Francis reached for her once again, but she evaded his grasp and disappeared into the crowd.

And ran.

***

His wife stood in the center of the room, holding the towel in one hand, a mirror in the other, facing him. Slowly, he moved toward her. His face broke out in a broad smile.

"Turn, my little miscreant," he ordered softly.

She obeyed silently. Her dark auburn curls ended a little less than halfway down her back; but her hair was still thick and full. There was another layer below her shoulders that curled gently. Soft bangs brushed across her forehead, and tendrils escaped at her temples. With ribbons woven through her hair, the effect was charming.

"Adorable," he said softly. "Liliana, you have done well."

"Do you really like it, sir?" Merrie grinned.

"I was forced to cut off almost a foot and a half, Sir Francis. We shall not have too many choices in the way I can style it for a while. But I am quite pleased with it."

"So, perhaps now, sir…" Merrie's dimples were showing. "You can relax."

His smile disappeared. "Relax?"

Merrie could not miss the look in his eyes as he stared down at her. Her eyes were large now; his voice fierce.

"Merriweather Lynne Adams. You. Little. Brat!" He was punctuating each word now, with narrowed eyes, as he approached her. "Relax, you say?"

His eyes caught Liliana's expression of uncertainty, and he turned to her. "Leave us, please, Liliana."

The maid hurriedly curtsied and left the room, and Francis closed the gap between them and pulled Merrie roughly to her feet. Just as roughly, he threw her over his shoulder. "I intend to have a…discussion with you, young lady," he said, his voice gruff.

Striding into the bedroom, he sent the door to, forcefully, with his heel.

More about Pippa Greathouse:

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

She is married, and has two fantastic children, who have grown and left the nest.

Since then, the writing has continued.   She now is an author for Blushing Books, and still loves what she does. Her favorite genre is writing historical fiction romances, where men are “strong, Alpha men” and their feisty ladies respond to that. And historical fiction is perfect for that! However, she also loves writing contemporary romantic fiction.

Visit her website: www.pippagreathouse.com

Follow her on twitter: @PippaG6

Don’t miss these exciting titles by Pippa Greathouse and Blushing Books! 

The Strasburg Chronicles

Angelica’s Rescuer: Book One

Cinderella’s Lawman:  Book Three, March 8, 2017

Lucy Grace’s Return: Book Four: April 5, 2017

Macie’s War: Date soon to be announced.

Taking In Dani by Kara Kelley

Today I’m happy to welcome another Canadian writer to my site. The lovely Kara Kelley is visiting. More about her at the end of this post, but first let’s take a look at her hot new book, Taking in Dani.

Genre: Contemporary erotic romance, BDSM

Blurb:

Dani Torkaz has no room in her life for a romance with anyone, let alone with 'God's gift to women' Adam Fiori, but everything changes when circumstances compel her to accept a job as a nanny to his two young children.

Adam makes it clear that he will have no patience for rudeness, and it isn't long before her sharp tongue earns Dani a painful, humiliating bare-bottom spanking. The stern punishment sets more than just her backside on fire, however, and she is left begging to be taken hard and thoroughly.

As she settles into her new position, Dani finds herself feeling like she is part of a real family for the first time in her life, and her lust for her stern, handsome boss begins to blossom into love. But Adam has secrets he isn't sharing, and Dani has been hurt too many times to give him the benefit of the doubt. Can he win her trust before the wounds of the past destroy their future?

Publisher's Note: Taking in Dani includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

 

Excerpt:

Fiori is asleep, slumped on his expensive leather sofa with his phone still gripped in his hand. I swallow hard as I shut the door as quietly as I can. He starts awake and scrubs his unshaven face with both hands before he sits up and looks at me.

“What time is it?” he asks groggily.

“Seven,” I answer and set my purse on the little table by the door.

“Seven A.M.?” His eyes clear and his mouth presses in a firm hard line. “Where the hell were you last night?” he asks, his voice stabs me right in the diaphragm and crotch.

He’s angry— blood-boiling angry. “When did you get home?”

“I walked to Fran’s after work.” I didn’t think it was possible for his eyes to burn angrier but they do. “I didn’t come home.”

“You walked at eleven at night and stayed over without bothering to tell me you weren’t coming home? You knew I was waiting for you.”

“I feel bad today, Adam. Last night I was too angry to care that you were waiting for me. Don’t push me back into pissy.” I walk briskly to the kitchen and start the coffee.

“Apparently too angry to regard your safety, too,” he adds and yanks my arm to pull me to face him. I grit my teeth and glare at his hand on my arm. His jaw looks painfully tight, as well, but I don’t back down. He releases me suddenly and gathers a breath.

“I’m going to be late for a meeting, but I’m telling you right now, this isn’t over. In fact, it isn’t even close to started!” His hand finds my chin and forces my eyes to his. “You can be mad all you want, but we both know you were wrong. My mistake came from a place of care and concern and yours was vindictive and inconsiderate.”

I swallow. Adam’s right. I swear under my breath and look away.

“That’s right, little girl, you know it too.” He stalks off, and I take a moment to breathe before continuing to make coffee. He’s back before the machine even begins to percolate. He grabs me roughly again and this time, he doesn’t release me while he opens a drawer and pulls out a wooden spoon. He pushes my front against the counter and the spoon splats against my scrub-clad bottom. The material is thin and the spoon unforgiving—full force, I’m sure. I gasp and bite my squeals, thinking of the children on the other side of the condo. My fingers turn white as I grip the counter.

“Adam, the kids!” I manage through a hissed breath, but then I’m squeezing my eyes tightly and squirming to avoid yet another punishing swat. He presses further on me to keep me still and then his hand reaches around the front of me to once again pull the string that keeps my bottoms up. I whimper and wish they wouldn’t betray me by slumping down my legs so easily—again.

“I just checked. They’re asleep.” The spoon stings and bites my flesh and I have to lower my mouth to my forearm to cry out into it. I can’t wake the kids. I try to drop to avoid another punishing swat, but when I do, he pins me tighter. His swats increase and I start to sob dryly. He tosses the spoon in the sink and straightforwardly pulls my pants up. He spins me to face him, tying the strings quickly.

“That was just a taste of what’s coming.” His words bite out through clenched teeth. He clasps my chin between a finger and thumb again and even though I can see he’s trying to ignore my tears there’s compassion in his eyes, too. “You are getting a hell of a thrashing when I get you alone.” I nod through blurring eyes. “I’ve never been so worried in my whole God-damned life!”

“Okay. I’m sorry,” I say with a shudder. His hard look melts and he pulls me into his chest. He kisses my head and leans down to whisper into the crook of my neck.

“You undo me, Daniela Torkaz. I don’t know how or why, but you do.” He pulls back and looks me in the eye. “I waited at your bus stop half the night,” he croaks, and I can’t help but dissolve into tears and snuggle as deep as I can into him. “Clara made a fortune.”

This time, when he pulls me back, I cling like an octopus. “Please,” I beg. “Don’t go. I need you.” I let out a small desperate cry. “I fight it, Adam, fight it so hard, but I do. God, I do! I need you.”

He grabs both my shoulders and lifts me to my toes so he can take my mouth. His is hot and demanding, and I yield to his forceful lips and tongue. I’m molten and dizzy with want. I grab for his clothes, and he handcuffs my wrists like he did before with one hand.

He shoves me roughly against his gargantuan high-end refrigerator keeping my hands pinned above my head and torments a nipple through my t-shirt making me writhe. His mouth follows and heat blast through both the material and my core. His hand burrows in my hair and yanks my face to his. As our mouths mate, he releases my wrists and grabs my sore ass with both hands pulling me up, so my center presses against his hard bulge. I bury my hands in his hair, and his face burrows into my neck. I’m ready to combust when I hear the big bag of blocks crash onto the floor.

“The kids. The kids!” I whisper urgently. He drops my legs and cocks his brow. Adam’s gaze isn’t aimed at the living room where I’m sure Charlie is knee deep in blocks. It’s aimed at me.

“Dani,” he pants. “We’ll finish this later. First the spanking of your life and then your ravaging.”

Nadia comes into the kitchen, and we both pretend to be busy. Me getting two mugs and him grabbing the cream from the fridge. She eyes us both skeptically. I note how disheveled Adam looks and know I’ve been pawed far more.

“Good morning,” I say, still a little breathless. “What would you like for breakfast?”

Her brow quirks in the same high arch as Adam’s, but she finally walks out. “Charlie, what do you want for breakfast? It’s your choice today.” I hear Nadia ask. I let out a breath and lean my hip against the counter. Adam grins cheekily and hands me the spoon from the sink. “Bring that to your apartment.” When I look down at it in my hands, he swats my ass making me lurch from its tenderness. I rub it as he whistles out of the room.

More about Kara Kelley:

Kara Kelley is a naughty Canuck (that’s a Canadian for those of you that don’t know), who loves spanks, a little bondage, tantalizing creative sex (trust me, honey this sh*t is gonna rock our world) and TIM HORTON’S. She’s full of playful mischief, loyalty and maybe some stubbornness, but she’ll never admit it. And she believes living in a secluded cabin in the woods (including good WIFI, a stocked Kindle, and plenty of chocolate) with her husband would be absolute bliss.

Connect with Kara Kelley on social media:

www.karakelleyauthor.com

www.facebook.com/karakelleyauthor

karakelleyauthor@gmail.com

https://twitter.com/KaraKauthor

https://www.amazon.com/Kara-Kelley/e/B01N9RQK7S/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

Rhett's Revenge by Maggie Carpenter

Maggie Carpenter is back today with her latest hot romance, Rhett’s Revenge (Wild West Cowboys book 2). Check out the video after the excerpt below – plus the chance to score three free books from this acclaimed author!

Revenge is best served by a hot, smart cowboy.

Blurb:

Deputy Sheriff Rhett Cooper is heartbroken when Katherine Foster, the young lady he has been courting, falls prey to the scheming of a rich, dapper con man. Though he takes the impetuous girl over his knee and spanks her bare bottom soundly, his strict chastisement and stern warnings do not dissuade her, and she runs off to San Francisco in the scoundrel's company.

When Katherine finally returns home six months later, arriving in town in a fancy carriage with the arrogant, smooth-talking rogue at her side, it quickly becomes apparent that she is quite ill. Rhett soon learns foul play was involved, and he sets out to rescue the woman he loves and bring to justice the man who hurt her.

In spite of Rhett's demand that she leave the matter to him, as soon she regains her health Katherine puts herself in jeopardy yet again by attempting her own revenge. 

Determined to rein her in, Rhett punishes Katherine thoroughly and then claims her properly, and soon their passion for one another is burning hotter than ever before. But even if he manages to keep his woman under control, can a small-town lawman win a battle of wits with a clever, ruthless criminal?

If you savor a sexy, passionate romance, if you revel in action and suspense, and if you enjoyed the best-selling Tucker's Justice, you'll love Rhett's Revenge!

Publisher's Note: Rhett's Revenge includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Buy links:

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Excerpt

Though she was horrified by the confrontation, Nate’s words and the promise of such an amazing holiday were again filling Katherine’s head. How could she turn down such an opportunity? It wouldn’t be forever, it would just be a couple of weeks at most. Nate was a gentleman, and he was such a lonely, sad man, and on top of all that he thought she was special. He’d said so. She loved being special, especially to someone so worldly and accomplished.

“Well, Katherine, answer the man,” Rhett said sternly. “Is it up to you, and you alone? You don’t care what I think? What your father thinks?”

Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it was going to jump right out of her chest and land on the table. She felt trapped, and try as she might, she found herself unable to come up with anything to say.

“I told you not to speak to her that way,” Nate barked. “You’re upsetting her.”

“Katherine, dang it, girl, think for a minute,” Rhett said, lowering his head to speak to her softly and ignoring Nate. “Use your head! This man is a complete stranger. You’ll be alone with him in a big city with no friends to look out for you.”

“He’s a lovely man,” she retorted, amazed that her voice was suddenly working. “He’s a businessman, and he cares about me. I would have such a grand time, and it wouldn’t be for long. Just a short visit.”

“But you don’t know that, Kate. You can’t go!”

“I do know,” she spat, “and I want to go, so I’m going!”

“This has gone too far, and I’m sorry, young lady but you’re comin’ with me,” Rhett abruptly exclaimed, and grabbing her wrist, he pulled her to her feet. “This snake-oil salesman has your head all turned around, and I won’t let you do somethin’ so foolhardy.”

“Let me go,” she shouted, jerking her hand from his grip. “Nate’s right. I’m of age and I can do what I want, and what I want is to go to the city with him!”

“You heard the lady,” Nate said, stepping between them. “You’d best leave before I call the sheriff.”

“I am the sheriff,” Rhett said gruffly, “at least, I’m the deputy sheriff.”

“Is that right? And what are you going to do? Arrest me for enjoying this young lady’s company? For treating her to dinners and describing a world she has every right to experience if she chooses?”

“Dinners?” Rhett repeated, his voice a low growl as he turned his head and stared at her. “Katherine? Dinners?”

“Have you got a problem with that?” Nate sneered. “She didn’t, she had no problem at all. Ask her. She’ll tell what a fine time we’ve had together. Very fine indeed.”

As if propelled by a life of its own, Rhett’s fist suddenly blazed through the air, landing in the man’s gut and sending him toppling to the floor.

“Rhett! What have you done?” Katherine gasped. “Why did you do that?”

“I’ve just saved your sorry butt,” he declared, then deftly lifting her off her feet, he threw her over his shoulder.

“Put me down! Put me down!” she howled as her legs kicked and her fists pounded his back. “How dare you?”

“You’re bein’ foolish, and you may not want me anymore, but you sure as heck aren’t gonna be takin’ off with some fancy man you don’t know.”

“I hate you, I hate you!” she screamed as he marched from the hotel and across the street to the sheriff’s office.

“Yep, I guess that’s true, but it ain’t gonna stop me spankin’ some sense into your butt.”

“How can you be so mean?”

“Stop your squirmin’ and squawkin’. It ain’t gonna help.”

She did stop, but only because she’d run out of breath. Her fury was boiling over. Rhett had ruined everything. He had no right to interfere. It was her life. If she wanted to go off on an adventure it was up to her, and as he opened the door and walked inside she hoped and prayed that Nate wouldn’t leave town. She wanted the holiday, she wanted to have a wonderful time in the city!

“Now then, young lady,” Rhett declared, kicking the door closed with his foot. “I’m gonna spank your sorry backside, then lock you in a cell while I go fetch your pa.”

“You’re a beast, and you’re mean, and I hate you!”

“Yep, I reckon you do,” he said solemnly as he effortlessly sat down, simultaneously shifting her body and laying it over his lap, “but I still care about you, and I’m still gonna do what’s right.”

“What’s right is letting me live my life as I see fit!” she shouted, trying in vain to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Not if it’s gonna see you in all kinds of trouble,” he replied, pushing her skirt and petticoats out of his way, “and I hope this’ll help you see sense.”

Lifting his leg over the backs of her knees, he sent his hand to work, spanking her briskly, landing his palm with rapid-fire smacks over the thin cotton of her drawers. He wanted to be quick, but he needed the spanking to count.

“Stop it!” she howled. “Stop!”

“You’ve been cheatin’ on me,” he scolded, “and that hurts, Kate, that hurts a whole lot more than the sting my hand is givin’ your backside, but that’s not why I’m spankin’ you so hard.”

“Rhett, please, stop, please. I wasn’t ow, ow, cheating, not ow, ow, not really.”

“Dinners?” he said, pausing to speak. “Secret dinners? You sure as hell were. There ain’t no other word for it.”

“But it wasn’t like that,” she whimpered, trying to reach around to rub her scalded skin. “It wasn’t. We didn’t kiss or anything.”

“You were about to run off to San Francisco with him, and you don’t think he’ll kiss you once you get there?”

“I won’t let him,” she lied, knowing full well she’d almost kissed him the last time they’d been together.

“I dunno what’s happened to you, Katherine Foster, but…”

“But what?”

Suddenly grabbing the waistband of her drawers, Rhett did the unthinkable. His adorable, sweet Kate, the girl he loved, the girl he wanted to marry, was being seduced by a man he was sure was a scoundrel, and she was lying to him. He wasn’t having it. If she didn’t want him anymore so be it, but he would not allow her to become victim to the man in the hotel, nor would he allow her to turn into a duplicitous, dishonest woman. With a sharp tug of his hand the cotton fabric ripped away, exposing her naked bottom.

“Nooo!” she shrilled. “Noooo!”

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#SatSpanks - Mind Your Manners

Welcome to my Saturday Spankings blog where naughty women pay their dues. Today’s excerpt is from Sadie Says I Do.

In this scene Sadie is over Simon’s knee (again). She has spoken to him with a sharp, disrespectful tone and he’s letting her know that is unacceptable:

“In future if you want me to do something a certain way, you might frame your suggestions as questions, not as blunt orders. Do I make myself clear?” [he asked]

“Completely.”

“What do you think will happen if you speak to me again in that manner?”

“I will end up over your knee.”

“As a minimum. I may be tempted to wash your mouth out with soap, so be careful. Be very careful.”

My eyes popped open at this new peril. I stared at the carpet below me, at the edge of the bedspread, at my shoes lying where I kicked them off before my shower. I told myself he was bluffing. He would never do that. Would he?

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Winning Sadie (Simon in Charge, book 2)

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

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Emma's Surrender by Amelia Smarts

Happy New Year everybody and to warm things up for 2017, Amelia Smarts is here with her fabulous new book, Emma’s Surrender.

“Say it,” he said in a harsh whisper. “Say, ‘I’ve been a bad girl, trying to deny what I want to the man who can give it to me.’”

Blurb:

When twenty-year-old Emma Brookstone arrives in the town of Bannack, Montana, she seeks out the local marshal, intending to enlist his help in uncovering the truth regarding her father’s murder two years earlier. Upon meeting the marshal, however, she is shocked and dismayed to discover that he is none other than the man who gunned her father down that fateful night.

Though Clive Brookstone was an evil man who needed killing, the knowledge that he left a young woman orphaned tore at Nathan Haskin’s conscience from the moment he pulled the trigger, and he has secretly provided for Emma’s needs since that day. Certain that hearing about her father’s legacy of lawless violence would break her heart, he concealed it from her, but now that she has returned to Bannack her persistence eventually prompts him to tell her the full story.

To make matters more complicated, Nathan finds his desire to protect Emma quickly growing into a powerful need to tame and possess her, and when her foolish behavior puts her safety at risk he doesn’t hesitate to take her in hand and spank her soundly. His stern chastisement leaves her furious yet helplessly aroused, and it isn’t long before he claims her hard and thoroughly.

In her heart, Emma knows what Nathan tells her is true—that her father’s death was just—but writhing in ecstasy as she is utterly dominated by the man who killed him fills her with shame nonetheless, and she does her best to deny her lust for the handsome marshal. Will the day ever come when she can put aside the past and surrender herself fully to the man she once hated?

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

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Excerpt

“Stand up,” he bit out.

She stood slowly and waited for the next command, knowing exactly what he was doing. He would test her until she satisfied him with absolute obedience.

“Go stand over there with your nose facing the corner.” He pointed to the wall opposite them.

Tears stung her eyes as she dragged her feet to the corner. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, feeling like she was on display. The only benefit to being treated like a naughty child and ordered to stand in the corner was that she didn’t have to look at the man who was causing her such humiliation. She was glad he couldn’t see her blinking back tears.

She heard the sofa creak behind her and knew that he had stood. His steps thudded in her direction until he stood behind her slightly to her left so that she could see him out of the corner of her eye.

“Now we’ll discuss rules. You will pay attention, and the only correct response to whatever I say is ‘yes, sir.’ Is that understood?”

She scowled, and rebellion bubbled to the surface. “Yeah.”

The air crackled in silent tension before a blast of pain brought her to her toes. He had struck her bottom, hard, and he wasn’t finished. He spanked her again, even harder, and she bucked into the corner with a yelp, her hips flush against each wall. Even though he spanked over her skirt, she felt the pain his powerful arm inflicted as though she were stripped bare. His left hand reached around and splayed over her belly, pushing her hips away from the wall and holding her in place for the next stroke.

Again his hand snapped across her bottom, and she had no choice but to accept the chastisement. There was no escape. She cried out at the fourth blow. “Yes, sir,” she choked, desperate for him to stop. One more swat, harder than all the others, caught her thighs in addition to the low swell of her buttocks. A lump formed in her throat, born of her pain and humiliation. She swallowed it down.

“First rule,” he continued evenly, as though what had just happened was the most natural thing in the word.

Other Spanking Romances by Amelia Smarts (click on the titles to buy the books)

Corralling Callie – Jude has his hands full with Callie. She’s sassy and disobedient, but when she puts aside her foul-mouthed, defiant façade, the real Callie is as sweet and kind as she is beautiful.

Claimed by the Mountain Man – Jack’s stern chastisement and bold mastery of her body leave Nettie begging for more, but is she truly ready to give up her freedom to be claimed by the mountain man?

His Little Red Lily – Innocent farm girl asks repeatedly to be hired as an entertainer, but the saloon owner has different ideas about where a stubborn, disobedient little girl belongs.

Fetching Charlotte Rose – A proud young woman learns lessons in love and safety when a no-nonsense man sweeps her off of her feet… and over his lap.

Amelia Smarts, in her own words

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I'm an author of romance novels featuring domestic discipline/spanking. Usually my stories involve a cowboy, and they always involve a man's firm hand connecting with a woman's naughty backside. It's important to me that I tell a good story in addition to portraying hot sex and discipline scenes. I write complex, flawed heroes and heroines who struggle and succeed in their journey to love and happiness. If you'd like to talk books with me, feel free to drop me a note at amelia_smarts@yahoo.com.  Happy reading!

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#SatSpanks - Homecoming

Happy New Year – bring on 2017!

Welcome to my Saturday Spankings blog where naughty women pay their dues. Today’s excerpt is from Sadie Says I Do.

In this scene, Simon, the evil genius, has made Sadie warm her bottom in front of the wood fire in the bedroom of their brand new home:

“Simon?”

“Yes?”

“I think my bottom is warm enough now.”

He ran his hand over it. “I believe you’re right.”

He helped me to my feet and across his knees. “Welcome home, my obedient bride,” he said. “This is because I love you.”

He smacked me, hard, four times on each cheek. “I never get tired of doing that,” he said. “Or this.”

Within minutes I was stripped naked, lying on the bed. As the stars disappeared from the sky outside, inside our bedroom they were spinning about our heads.

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Simon Says (Simon in Charge, book 1)

Winning Sadie (Simon in Charge, book 2)

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