A Gift for the Commander by Sara Fields

Erotic romance author Sara Fields is here today, sharing her novel A Gift for the Commander

By day Sara does science and by night she writes spanking romances. Having been on the spanking scene for many years, Sara has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about! Sara decided to write hot spanking fiction so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.  Genre: BDSM

Blurb:

Though Olivia is grateful to be alive after she is rescued from a terrible tyrant and brought to the planet Terranovum, she is none too pleased when she learns that she is to be auctioned as a slave to the highest bidder. But before she can be sold, she must be trained, and the man who will train her is none other than the commander of the king’s army.

Wes has tamed many human slaves and when Olivia resists his efforts to bathe her in preparation for her initial inspection, he strips the beautiful, feisty girl bare and spanks her soundly. The stern chastisement leaves Olivia tearful and repentant yet undeniably aroused, and Wes starts her lessons in submission by making her beg him shamefully for the release her body needs so badly.

Once she has been thoroughly and intimately examined, Olivia’s training begins in earnest, and Wes takes her to his bed to teach her what it means to surrender her body to a dominant man. But try as he might, he cannot bring himself to see Olivia as just another slave. She touches his heart in a way he thought nothing could, and with each passing day he grows more certain that he must claim her as his own. But with war breaking out across Terranovum, can Wes protect both his world and his woman?

A Gift for the Commander is the third book of the Terranovum Brides trilogy, which began with A Gift for the King and continued with A Gift for the Doctor.

Publisher’s Note: A Gift for the Commander is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, elements of BDSM, and more – tough stuff but worth it. If such material offends you, please don’t read this book.

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Excerpt:

“You know me well already. If I have my way, this gorgeous bottom of yours will always be a pretty shade of red. What do you think of that?”

“Wes!”

“Nope, I don’t think that’s how you’re supposed to refer to me now, is it?”

“Owww! It hurts!”

“It’s a spanking. It’s supposed to hurt.”

His hand felt like a paddle, it was so large that it covered an entire side of her bottom with every swat. Her blood began to boil, the pain of his spanks igniting something deep in her core. She panted and whined as he continued her punishment.

“Wes, please!”

“Do I need a paddle to remind you what the correct way to address me is, Olivia?”

“No! No paddle, please, master!”

The spanks lighting her bottom on fire suddenly stopped, and his finger lingered on the space between her thighs. She groaned as his fingers glided over her obvious arousal, and she gasped when his hand clapped over her pussy in a mark of ownership that heated her body to new levels. The sound of his palm slapping against her dampness caused her entire body to flush in embarrassment. Wes smiled darkly as he pulled his hand away, leaving her breathy and wanting more, even after the events of the morning they had just shared.

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The Victorian Shift by Allison West

#1 best-selling author in many genres of erotica including BDSM, Sci-Fi, Victorian and historical, Allison West is frequently featured on this blog. She also writes young adult novels under the name Ruth Silver.

Allison West has been inventing worlds and writing stories for years. Her favorite novels are those that leave a lasting impression, long after the final page is read.

Today we are looking at her latest book, The Victorian Shift.

Genre: Steampunk, Dystopian, BDSM

Publisher: Blushing Books

Blurb:

In a world of five men to one woman, chaos is just the beginning.

At a young age, Piper and her sister Ruby are placed into the prison system designed to keep the female population safe. With the knowledge Piper obtains about the program that women are forced into at age eighteen, Piper retaliates against the guards and finds herself locked in maximum security.

It’s been seven years since she’s seen her younger sister. For every disobedient act, she’s forced from a prison cell into a cage barely big enough for a dog.

Her determination to rescue Ruby from the program is what keeps her going. In the decade Piper’s been locked up, the world has changed significantly. Women are forced to have a master, obey their every command, or expect severe discipline, in this futuristic yet reminiscent society of the Victorian era.

Can Piper trust the handsome guard, Charlie, or will he betray her at the first opportunity possible? Will the rebels that help free her from the prison expect something in return? Forced to face the world head-on, Piper must learn to submit in order to survive.

Please note: this dystopian novel features elements of age-play, spanking, anal play, with an emphasis on both the Victorian and Western eras, tough stuff but worth it. If these themes offend you, please do not buy this book.

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Excerpt:

The new guard looked uncomfortable at the mere mention of physical brutality and rape. Piper wasn’t too keen on it either. For the most part no one ever touched her, except for the occasional guard who wanted a blow job or fuck in the office. On a few occasions, she’d resorted to the disgusting acts as she attempted to grab the guard’s keys, but it never worked. Most of her encounters involved fighting back and attacking the guards when given the opportunity.

It hadn’t won her any good will toward the guards or a chance at seeing sunlight again.

“Sounds a tad harsh, don’t you think?” the new guard asked. He stepped further down the hall, coming toward Piper. “What’d she do to get stuffed into a cage for an animal?”

“She bit me,” Ivan said, unfastening the button on his sleeve as he rolled his work shirt up his arm, revealing fresh teeth marks. Piper had broken skin and left a nasty gash. Ivan hadn’t worn a bandage but his injury did look poorly stitched.

“He deserved it,” Piper said, her eyes casting a quick glance before darting to the ground, afraid of her punishment for speaking out so freely.

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Don’t miss these other exciting titles by Allison West and Blushing Books!

 

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The Highlander's Mate by Jaye Peaches

Jaye Peaches is here today with her new book, The Highlander’s Mate.

An author of  D/S romances including Amazon bestsellers, all Jaye’s books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. When not writing, Jaye spends time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

Let’s look at The Highlander’s Mate from Stormy Night Publications.

Genres: Spanking romance, Regency, Scottish, Paranormal, Shapeshifter

Will centuries of a Highland legend prevent Claire from marrying her lover?

Blurb:

When Claire Armitage’s fiancé, Captain Felix Hughes, informs her that he must interrupt their courtship to travel to his estate in Scotland on urgent business, she is distraught. Refusing to wait patiently for his return as he instructed, she instead journeys to the highlands on her own to join him, but upon her arrival she quickly discovers that he will not tolerate such reckless behaviour.

Resolved to demonstrate to his future bride that disobedience will have consequences, Felix takes Claire over his knee for a thorough spanking on her bare bottom. But chastising her in such a fashion awakens desires in him that are too powerful to control, and to protect her innocence he attempts to send her back home to England until he can make her his wife.

Claire cannot be dissuaded from returning once more to Felix’s side, however, even if it means submitting to any punishment he sees fit and then surrendering completely to his lustful dominance. But when she learns the true reason for his visit to the ancient home of his family, and sees with her own eyes that Felix is much more than an ordinary laird, will Claire still yearn for him to claim her?

Publisher’s note: The Highlander’s Mate is a stand-alone sequel to His Lordship’s Mate. It includes spankings and sexual scenes – strong stuff but worth it. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt:

She brushed aside a tear that hung from an eyelid. “I don’t want to be punished,” she huffed.

“Nor do I wish to punish you. This, I can assure you, will end my disappointment, and yours too. I sense you know that you have travelled in on a whimsical pretext and with little consideration for those who care for you. Your impatience is to blame.”

He summoned up her fault with accuracy and she had no ground to argue a defence. “I’ve never been spanked before,” she said quietly.

“It is time you were then.”

She gaped at him, astounded by his consistent tone of voice and refusal to be swayed by her calls for mitigation. What surprised her most was that she actually wanted to appease him and to such extent she was facing the realisation she would let him spank her. Rising, she shuffled around the table on her wobbly legs.

“Lift up your skirts,” he told her. Once again, the authority of his voice astounded her. It seeped into her mind and ate away at the defiance.

She tried another attempt at mitigation. “Can’t you spank me over them?”

He smiled for a second. “Claire, what purpose would that serve when I wish you to show humility? Now be a good girl and don’t argue with me. Lift up your skirts to your waist.”

Heat bloomed into her face and she hunched her shoulders in shame. “I’m not wearing drawers. I had no clean drawers. I left my luggage at the tavern in Garve.”

“I know. The cart arrived earlier. The innkeeper is a good fellow. Now, you’ll have clean drawers and clothes, but after I have tanned your bare hide.”

She’d dreamed of undressing for him. A slow, seductive divesting and instead, she had the ignominy of hitching up her gown and petticoats, bundling them before her and showing her stockingless legs and bottom cheeks.

“Come, come, Claire. You’ve a bonny arse to show me.”

“Sir!” His vulgar term had surprised her. He never spoke so uncouthly before now.

“I shall say it again—a bonny arse that needs to be disciplined. Bend over my lap and grip the chair legs. Now.”

Aghast, and close to crying, she tipped forward and lay over his thighs. He supported her as she shifted into position. He unravelled her skirts and a cool waft of air hit her between the thighs. She squashed them together and prayed he could not see what lay between them.

Felix rested his hand on her bottom. The warmth of his hand permeated quickly through her shivering flesh. Nerves had caused a flurry of goose bumps to rise up across her body. His hand felt huge and weighty, not the hand of a gentleman.

“I shall give you a warm-up with my hand, then when I deem you ready, I shall take a spoon and drum it upon your tender behind until you appreciate what a bad lass you’ve been.”

Claire clutched the chair legs and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. The only reason she was doing this was because he had asked her and if she had any say in what might happen to her in the coming days, any chance of convincing him to let her stay, she had to show willingness to obey him.

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Human Surrender: 5 Dark Alien Warrior Romance Novellas

Today is a five for one special! The book Human Surrender: Five Dark Sci-Fi Alien Warrior Romance Novellas features the work of authors Sue Lyndon, Alta Hensley, Renee Rose, Kallista Dane, and Aubrey Cara.

Genre: Erotic Sci-Fi Romance

Blurb:

Fierce alien warriors don't ask.

They take, they claim, and they conquer - even when the object of their desires is a trembling human female.

Human Surrender contains five *all-new* dark sci-fi alien romance novellas, brought to you by USA Today and international bestselling authors of BDSM and spanking romance. Featured novellas:

Taking Their Human by Aubrey Cara

Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley

His Human Slave by Renee Rose

Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane

Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon

Publisher’s Note: The books included in this naughty collection are MF and MFM pairings. Though the stories are dark, all have happy endings. **Over 175,000 words of dark romance ~ complete stories with no cliffhangers**

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Taking Their Human by Aubrey Cara

Upon waking in a dimly lit white room, my biggest fear was that I had been kidnapped by a serial killer. I learned there are things out here in the universe much worse than anything on Earth. And, even if you escape, you can never go home.

They’re not kind, these being who stole me and want to use me as chattel. The others—part man, part machine— have claimed me for their own, but I’m far from saved.

Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley

My planet of Unin had all but been destroyed, and what was left was quickly being devastated by civil wars throughout. Everything I once believed, once knew, once fought ruthlessly to protect, had now vanished. Once I was a fierce warrior, and now simply a slave being transported by two brothers to a planet 720 hours away to mutate and die.

A lot can happen in 720 hours…

His Human Slave by Renee Rose

Collared and caged, his human slave awaits her training.

Zander, the alien warrior prince intent on recovering his planet, needs a mate. While he would never choose a human of his own accord, his physician’s gene-matching program selected Lamira’s DNA as the best possible match with his own. Now he must teach the beautiful slave to yield to his will, accept his discipline and learn to serve him as her one true master.

Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane

Left stranded on the hostile world of Cephaia, Commander Cass Randall finds herself face to face with alien twins Ryn and Rom. Seeking revenge on humans for the death of their Mate, the warriors take out their rage and pain on Cass. But they discover the desire they feel for their captive is far more powerful than their anger.

Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon

On my eighteenth birthday, the Kleaxians attacked and killed all the human males aboard the Stargazer. The females were kept as mates or slaves. I was taken as a mate. Lucky me.

The huge alien who claimed me is called Prince Kenan. He says he’ll never let me go—that we are bonded for life. When I defy him, he punishes me in the most humiliating ways imaginable. But sometimes he’s tender and loving. I try to be good so he doesn’t hurt me.

I don’t know what scares me more—that I’ll never escape Prince Kenan…or that I’m starting to fall for my captor.

Excerpts

Taking Their Human, by Aubrey Cara

“Please. Have mercy,” she begs, her voice thin.

Mercy? She asks for mercy?

I take in the sight of her perfect human features, unaltered by foreign hands. She has likely known compassion, ignorantly living peacefully on a small planet that knows nothing of the universe around it. All the while we were ripped apart and put back together.

The Zapex claimed Earth over one hundred years ago, and immediately categorized humans as inferior beings. I must agree. They are a puny race who will be made into slaves if the Zapex have their way.

She does not realize all we do for her.

She does not realize the price of mercy.

Taking out my weeping cock, I fit the head to her plump wet core. I lift her by her waist and let her glide down my length, groaning into her mouth at her tight heat closed around me.

Tilting her head back, I gaze into eyes as blue as tash stones. “We have had nearly fifty years with the Zapex, my little zepka,” I say, my voice a gruff whisper at her ear. “You are our mercy.”

I cover her mouth with mine and taste her shock. Her desire.

It is near painful, this sensation gripping me. “Mercy,” I growl at her ear. “Show me mercy.”

Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley

“You like discipline, you like pain.”

I shook my head with his fingers still invading my mouth. “No,” I mumbled against his fingers.

“Yes,” he argued with a slight smile. “Your body betrays you.”

Fuck. How could this be? I hated him. I hated everything about it…and yet I wanted his finger to return to my pussy and rub my clit. I wanted his touch. I wanted it more than anything. I hungered. I craved. I needed. My ass burned, my neck throbbed, but my soul burned for more. I wanted it again. Choke me, beat me, and please oh please fuck me.

He said I would remember right now forever. Forever I would remember.

Pulling his fingers away from my mouth, Pike put his face right up to mine. So close that I could feel his breath against my lips. “I will not tolerate. I will not forgive. Where my brother may care, I do not. My brother may be nice; I am anything but. My brother possesses everything that I do not. Remember that.”

He pressed his mouth to mine in what I thought would be a kiss, but instead, he pulled my bottom lip in between his teeth and bit hard.

“Do not make me teach you another lesson,” he warned as he turned and walked out of the room, leaving me with the taste of blood in my mouth.

His Human Slave by Renee Rose

He spun the cage back so she faced him once more. “Open cage,” he commanded, and the voice-activated lock clicked. To her, he said, “Come out.”

She didn’t move.

His tone went sharp. “Do not anger me a second time, Lamira.”

Well, apparently he’d already cowed her completely because his words went straight to her chest, creating a sudden tightening and sending her instantly into motion. She hated how easily he’d mastered her. One stupid spanking and she rushed to please him.

She sniffed back the tears and attempted to push up to her hands and knees—no easy feat with her wrists and ankles bound.

“Release wrist cuffs. Release ankle cuffs,” he commanded. They sprang apart but not off.

She backed out of the cage, toward the door, not sure how she would get out until his large hands grasped her waist and lifted her easily to the floor.

Where to look... Certainly not at the prince—her master—although his presence was more than commanding. He stood almost seven feet tall with thick, corded muscles across his chest and arms.

Moisture gathered between her legs.

He looked more warrior than prince. No, he was all king. A warrior king. Earlier, she’d stared at him boldly. Now she kept her eyes lowered, trained at his bare feet. They were no different from hers, except larger and with the brown-purple skin tone of the Zandians. She glanced at her own toes. They were cleaner than they’d ever been before. Even her toenails had been buffed to a glossy shine. How long had she been out?

The prince cupped her chin and lifted her face. His touch was gentler than she expected. She still couldn’t meet his gaze, choosing instead to stare at his thick neck and the part of his bare chest visible beneath his loose, finely woven white shirt. Her fingers itched to touch his skin, to find out if it was as smooth as it appeared. What a strange idea. She’d never thought about touching a male in her life. In fact, she’d avoided males as best she could. This one had her completely discombobulated.

Was his chest hairless? Did he have hair anywhere other than his head? Zander, Daneth, and the guards she’d seen outside all wore their hair shorn close to their skulls. Perhaps their horns got too hot otherwise.

When she’d first seen Daneth, she’d thought the horns ugly, but Zander’s suited him, somehow making him even more handsome.

He leaned forward and opened his mouth. She tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held her fast, his gleaming teeth aimed straight for her cheek. For a moment, she thought he planned to bite her face, but his tongue flicked out, and he licked one of her tears. She caught his scent, a clean, masculine aroma with a slightly exotic spice.

Her nipples tightened; her pussy pulsed. No—she definitely was not thinking about licking him back to see how he tasted.

Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon:

 “Please,” I beg, but I don’t know exactly what I’m asking for. I’m desperate and afraid, and the word please is all that comes to mind. Please let me go. Please don’t hurt me. Please say you’re lying about the wormhole.

“You’re rather adorable for a human. And so pretty when you cry.” He cups my face and leans down to kiss my cheeks, but he’s not simply kissing, he’s also tasting. Tasting my tears.

I sniffle and more tears fall. He inhales quickly and a moan vibrates from his throat. It terrifies me he’s reveling in my sorrow.

“I want to go home,” I whimper. Let this be a nightmare. Let me wake up now.

This is your home now, human. The mountains of Tallia.” He rises to his feet and looms over me like a fierce Viking conqueror. “And you belong to me.”

Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane

     She heard the footsteps drawing closer. Braced herself, wrapping the thin blanket around her naked body. The door to her cell flew open, banging against the wall.

     Ryn stood in the doorway, framed by the moonlight. Their bodies were the same. Tall, with powerful shoulders and arms, broad chests packed hard with muscle. But she knew it was Ryn. Something about the set of his shoulders. And his scent was slightly different. The same musky, virile aroma that made her pulse race whenever they came near her, just not as pungent as Rom’s.

     He stood, motionless, staring in at her. He’d had the dream again. Relived the night Zara died. He only came like this, alone in the middle of the night, when he had the dream. It had taken her a long time to figure that out. But she’d had little to do chained in her cell night after night other than analyze every aspect of their behavior – except on the nights when Ryn came to her. A white-hot flash of anger poured through her at what she knew was to come. Yet at the same time her pussy clenched and she felt a flood of dampness between her legs. 

     That she could detect the difference between them by their scent alone had come as a surprise, although not as much as discovering the effect it had on her. Earthers knew very little about the Cephaians. Apparently the males on this planet exuded powerful pheromones when they became aroused. She didn’t know what that did to females on this planet, but inhaling those pheromones awakened a savage hunger in her, more intense than any sexual desire she’d ever felt before. Touching his body, having him touch her, magnified the effect. She fought it, fought him, every time. But it seemed as though the harder she fought, the more she resisted, the stronger it grew.

     Three long strides brought him in front of her. She didn’t bother to feign sleep. She’d learned it only angered him, made him even more aggressive. He reached down, yanked the blanket away, and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her off the bed. The chain on her ankle rattled as he forced her to her knees in front of him.

     The brothers slept naked and he’d come straight from their bed. His thick cock, already semi-erect, jutted out in front of her face. The pheromones were strongest there. She held her breath and tried to turn her head away, but he twisted her long blonde hair around one hand and kept her in place. His other hand wrapped around his shaft, sliding up and down. Every stroke made it grow harder, releasing another invisible cloud of the potent aroma. Wordlessly, he drew her closer, pressing the head against her lips.

About the Authors

Aubrey Cara

Writer of kinky characters, Aubrey Cara is the quiet girl you have to watch out for. A mostly reformed hellion, she resides off the East Coast of the U.S. with her inspiring hubby, crazy kid, and two hand me down dogs. When she's not writing sexy smut she's hiding out reading bodice rippers, repairing leaky faucets, and dodging the PTA.

For more from Aubrey Cara please visit http://aubreycara.com/ or follow on AMAZON and FACEBOOK.

Alta Hensley

Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling erotic romance author who has had #1 selling books in erotic science fiction, humor, BDSM, western, victorian and historical. She writes the naughty... and then the cure for it.

Being a multi-published author in the erotic romance genre, Alta is known for her alpha heroes, sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission. You can find out more about Alta on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads. You can also contact her at hensleyalta@yahoo.com

Renee Rose

USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite author. She's hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal, Western and Sci-fi categories and is a contributor to Write Sex Right and Romance Beat. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams. Grab free books from Renee by signing up for her newsletter.

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Kallista Dane

USA TODAY bestselling author Kallista Dane's erotic romances have hit #1 on Amazon in Sci-Fi and Western Erotica as well as making the bestselling lists in BDSM and Contemporary Romance. She loves telling stories about strong, independent women and the hot Alpha males who appear in their lives to deliver a firm spanking when they expect it least and need it the most.

Kallista is happily married to her own erotic Knight. He keeps her supplied with endless cups of Cowboy Coffee when she's writing and plenty of new material for her next naughty scene the rest of the time.

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Sue Lyndon

USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes naughty romance in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. She's a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. She also writes non-bdsm sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury. When she's not busy working on her next book, you'll find her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies, reading, or sneaking chocolate.

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Her Alien Commander by Ashe Barker

I’ve only recently discovered the work of USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker and I can’t wait to read more! She writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. Ashe’s #1 Amazon Bestseller status is built on an extensive range of stories, all of which 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.

Today we are looking at her recent release, Her Alien Commander from Stormy Night Publications.

Genre: sci fi erotic romance

Blurb

After leaving Earth on what she thought would be an adventure, Caria Montgomery quickly ends up in way over her head. Captured by hostile aliens, she faces the prospect of perishing on an isolated planet until she is rescued by Commander Phahlen Verdar and his crew.

Phahlen is delighted to have a human female aboard his ship. In the years since the women of his own world were nearly wiped out by a terrible plague, taking a mate has become all but impossible for most males of his species, and he doesn’t plan to let this opportunity pass him by. His plan to claim Caria is aided by the fact that, due to the unsavoury nature of the crew of the ship on which she was travelling, she is now a wanted fugitive back on Earth.

Though Caria is initially defiant, a sound spanking on her bare bottom demonstrates her admittedly handsome future mate’s resolve. His bold dominance awakens an intense need within her, and before long she finds herself yearning for the pleasure of his masterful lovemaking. But is she truly prepared to surrender herself fully to her alien commander, or will she seek to return to Earth and clear her name as soon as possible?

Publisher’s Note: Her Alien Commander includes spankings and sexual scenes – tough stuff but worth it. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt (18+):

Phahlen rolled onto his back, carrying Caria with him so she ended up draped across his torso, her legs straddling his much longer limbs. His cock was still deep inside her. He wrapped one arm around her slender back and with his other hand he cupped the back of her head. He lifted his head to kiss her hair.

“So, little human, you survived after all?”

She made a sound that might have been a snort.

Phahlen dropped a playful slap on her bottom. “Have you forgotten so soon what I told you about respect and insubordination?”

She lifted her face from his chest. “You still scared me. Shitless.”

“I know. I am sorry it had to be that way.”

“You can… I mean, you’re still…”

“Still inside you. Ah, yes, there was something I needed to mention about that.”

She shoved herself up on her elbows. “What?”

“I understand human males tend to—subside—after they’ve come. And that they can only find their release once, then they need a period of rest before performing again.”

“Yes,” agreed Caria. “That’s right.”

“Vahleans are less … flimsy.”

“Flimsy,” she echoed. “What do you mean, less flimsy?”

“I mean, we remain erect for much longer. As long as we choose to, pretty much. And after we ejaculate, our cocks actually swell and harden more, particularly at the head. It prevents us separating from our partner for a while.”

“A while?” Caria’s expression was perplexed. “How much of a while?”

He affected a shrug. “An hour or so. Perhaps longer. Of course, if I decide to fuck you some more it could take most of the day.”

“All day? You could continue to fuck me, the entire day?”

“A delightful prospect, now you come to mention it. I hope no emergency calls me away to attend to the needs of my ship. That would be a pity.”

“All day?” she parroted.

“Yes, little human. All fucking day.”

“But, I’ll get sore. It’s already… that thing in my bum…”

“Ah, yes. Allow me.” He slid his fingers down the crevasse between her cheeks until he reached her anus. He grasped the protruding end of the toy and drew it from her body. A quick flick of the control killed the humming, and he dropped it over the side of the bed.

“It can be your task to clean that off, later. Make sure you do a good job because you’d like me to use it again, wouldn’t you?”

Caria ignored his remark. She appeared to be having difficulty grasping his earlier comment. “All day?” she whispered.

“And all night. Not that those divisions mean much in space. I do intend to enjoy your company though, little human, and I think perhaps you’ve begun to realise you might actually enjoy mine.”

Caria dropped her gaze and rested her chin on his sternum. Neither spoke for several minutes. Phahlen was content to let her assimilate these new facts as he savoured the gentle pressure of her quivering pussy walls around his rock-solid cock. Unless she really was too sore to continue, he intended to roll her onto her back again and—

“Why?” Caria’s question disturbed his thoughts.

“Why what?”

“Why this, this…” Apparently lost for the correct word, she settled for squeezing her cunt around him.

“Ah, this. It’s an evolutionary device, I understand. It serves to increase fertility, maximising the likelihood of conception because it forces the female to remain stationary, and prone, until the male decides to let her go. I believe it will serve my purposes well.”

“Don’t you get bored?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Just lying here? Don’t you get bored?”

“For fuck’s sake, little wench, you have a lot to learn about Vahlean sexuality. And your own too, I daresay. I can assure you, boredom won’t be an issue.”

“But—”

He’d heard enough, and his cock had too. Phahlen shifted, tossing Caria onto the mattress and rolling on top of her. He would have instructed her to wrap her legs around him again, but she did it before he could speak. He grasped her still bound wrists and raised them above her head, pinning them with one hand while the other roamed her breasts. His most urgent needs already met, he took his time. Phahlen explored her at his leisure, teasing her taut peaks, her soft hollows.

“Sir, please stop. Please, I can’t bear it…”

He released her nipple to look up at her. “Caria…?”

Her eyes were closed, her mouth tight. “I need to come. Now. I need you to fuck me. Don’t make me wait.”

“As you wish, little Earth wench.” He drew back his hips and speared his cock deep inside her again. “Just as you wish.”

***

Getting to know Ashe Barker:

Who or what was the inspiration for Caria? Is she anything like you?

Well I’ve never joined a crew of space pirates and raided inter-stellar craft, but I might if the opportunity arose. I suppose Caria is something of an adventurer, and I’m a bit like that too. She tends to jump in with both feet, then worry about the consequences later. In Her Alien Commander she is often impetuous, but she has a streak of bloody-minded determination too, which I admire. The odds might be stacked against her, but she doesn’t give up.

Tell us a bit more about Phahlen. He’s stern and sexy, with a twitchy palm, but what else is there to know?

Well, I think you just about covered the basics there. Phahlen has a strong sense of duty, and of justice, though Caria may not think so, at least not at first. He knows what he wants from her, but he takes care of her too. He saves her life at the start of the book, and it’s Phahlen who finds a solution to the problem of her criminal past. He’s always there when she needs him, though it takes her a while to appreciate his finer qualities.

How many books have you written? Are they all spanking fiction?

I think I have about forty titles out now, and they are all erotic stories. Some are more BDSM themed and some are spanking/domestic discipline. At first I wrote just contemporary stories, then I started adding a few historicals as well. Her Alien Commander is my first sci-fi and I loved writing it.

What advice would you have for writers who decide to try their hand at erotica?

I’d tell them to have a go, but to have a decent thesaurus to hand. And an internet connection. Youtube is the erotica writer’s friend.

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.

If you could have been told one thing that you weren't told when you were a teenager, what would you like to have heard?

I was given lots of advice as a teenager, much of it unsolicited and not especially good. I think we all have to make our own mistakes, but hopefully I haven’t made the same mistake to many times. That would be sad.

Looking back, I think the most important thing I picked up along the way was that we all have choices, all the time. We’re entitled to choose our own way in life, but we should also be ready to own and accept the consequences of our decisions.

Someone once invited me to cast my mind forward to a time perhaps sixty years from now when I’ll be long-gone and my daughter (currently eighteen) is herself entering old age. Imagine she’s talking to her grandchildren, telling them about me. What would I like her to be saying? My actions now, today, will dictate what those obituaries might be so don’t leave it until later to be the sort of person you want to be remembered as.

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Winning Sadie - after the storm

Thank you for visiting my website and reading this short excerpt from novel Winning Sadie, published by Blushing Books.

What happens before and after a spanking is as sexy as the act itself. Here we find Simon and Sadie in the last moments of a paddling:

Sadie dropped her hands in front of her and Simon felt the resistance seep out of her. He spanked for another full minute to prove his point and then he stopped, leaving her stretched across his knees. He kneaded the warm, red flesh of her bottom and thighs.

“You needed that didn’t you, my love.”

“I did,” she said in a hushed, teary voice.

“What do you say now?”

“I’m sorry for my dishonesty. I won’t keep any more secrets.”

“And – ”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you, who?”

“Thank you, sir.”

***

Winning Sadie is book two in the Simon in Charge series but can be read as a standalone novel.

 

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Corralling Callie by Amelia Smarts

Amelia Smarts, a #1 bestseller in historical erotic and erotic westerns, is back again. This time we’re looking at her latest book Corralling Callie that involves, as always, a man's firm hand connecting with a naughty woman's backside. Knowing how important it is to Amelia to tell a good story, in addition to portraying hot sex and discipline scenes, you can count on this book to include a complex, flawed hero and heroine who struggle and succeed in their journey to love and happiness.

Blurb for Corralling Callie:

For eighteen-year-old orphan Callie Broderick, going west as a mail-order bride seems to be the only hope she has for a decent husband. But when she sets out for the gold-mining town of Sacramento with nothing more than the clothes on her back and a stagecoach ticket, she quickly discovers that the trip will be quite a bit different than she expected.

As a former soldier and an experienced coachman, Jude Johnson is used to difficulties and dangers of all kinds during the arduous journey west, but he has never had to deal with trouble like Callie before. Not being the kind of man to kick a penniless orphan off his coach, he puts up with the sassy, disobedient girl for as long as he can, but when Callie’s antics put the lives of his passengers at risk Jude is forced to take matters into his own hands and spank her soundly.

The stern punishment leaves her thoroughly chastened and promising to behave, and Jude soon realizes that when she puts aside her foul-mouthed, defiant façade, the real Callie is as sweet and kind as she is beautiful. As the days pass, he takes it upon himself to guide her, care for her, and give her the loving discipline she so desperately needs, as often as she needs it. But when they reach their destination, will he be able to give her up?

Publisher’s Note: Corralling Callie includes sexual scenes and spankings – tough stuff but worth it. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt:

Jude had a good aim and could strike a small target from ten feet away with the end of his horsewhip every time. He practiced whipping often because it was important that a horsewhip be used with complete precision during every part of the journey. Aiming a folded belt at a girl’s upended backside from less than a yard away was decidedly less complicated. That was why each lick he gave her landed in a neat line from the fleshiest part of her bottom down to the tops of her thighs, not once lashing the same spot twice.

After the three promised licks, he removed his hand from her back. She hopped from foot to foot and reached around with both hands to grab her smarting backside.

He made a last-minute decision. “You’re getting one more lick for the lies you’ve told,” Jude informed her sternly. “Get back into position.”

“But… what lies?” she asked in a whine.

He scoffed. “Where do I start? How about you being taught how to shoot by Jesse James, or being taught how to nurse by Florence Nightingale?”

“But that’s the truth,” she protested. “I swear it.”

“All right then. What about you knowing how to handle a whip on account of your pa owning more horses than everyone else in Missouri? Or being able to fix every part of a wagon?”

She hesitated for a moment, but then said with lift of her chin, “I told the truth about those things too.”

Jude let out an exasperated sigh. He’d hoped she would be forthright and clear her conscience. Out of all those lies, there was only one he could prove. He stepped a few paces away and removed his horsewhip from his hip. “Come here,” he ordered, as he flicked the handle with his wrist to uncoil it.

Callie trudged to him, eyeing the whip warily. He handed it to her. “If you can hit the trunk of that tree,” he said, pointing at a thin baby oak about ten feet away, “I’ll believe you about your whipping skills, and I won’t punish you for lying. You have three tries.”

Other books rom Amelia Smarts and Stormy Night Publications:

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?  Buy – Amazon  

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. Buy – Amazon.

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. Buy – Amazon

Cassie's Road Trip by PK Corey

PK Corey, a return visitor to this blog, still lives in the small southern town where she was born. As a child, she spent most of her spare time, and quite a bit of time when she should have been doing schoolwork, either reading or making up stories. She was actually quite young when Cassie wandered into her head and began telling her story. She’d always been drawn to spanking stories, but needed a true love story with it. That’s how she sees Cassie and Tom – a true love story with spanking thrown in.

This time we are looking at Cassie’s Road Trip from Blushing Books.

I was reaching for his zipper when his hands clamped on my wrists like vises, I gasped at the suddenness.

Blurb:

There's a girls’ trip in the works. All the girls have planned and plotted for months. Everything must work out just right for them to be able to talk the guys into this trip. All is on track until Allie, of all people, lands in hot water. Cassie and Sue do their best to help her out and keep the hope of the trip alive too.

Behaving is always a struggle for Cassie. She does try but, unfortunately, there are situations–completely beyond her control, at least in her eyes, that keep landing her on the wrong side of Tom’s spanking hand. As Cassie continues to end up in trouble, there are some interesting new friends, maybe a little rougher than Tom would want her associating with, who want to help her too.

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Excerpt:

I didn’t see any way out, but I felt like he’d almost made me mad on purpose. I went into the bedroom debating with myself whether or not to take my clothes off. He knows how much I hate doing that when I’m about to get a serious spanking. I lingered at the mirror, staring at myself and wondering for the hundredth time how I kept getting myself into predicaments like this. I don’t set out to get myself in trouble, why does it always happen?

Catching sight of the ivory brush in the mirror I glared at it with hatred. Then closing my eyes, I turned away and began undressing. When Tom came in I was sitting on the bed hugging a pillow. I was still mad and trying my best to keep quiet and not make things worse. I saw Tom’s eye soften just a bit when he saw I’d done as he asked. I suppose he’d had his doubts.

Nonetheless he headed to the dresser and picked up the brush. Before he turned our eyes met in the mirror, it seemed that they were locked. I don’t really know what my expression was, but I was drinking in his. Slowly, Tom laid the brush back on the dresser and turned to me.

Very deliberately his hands fell to his belt buckle, I felt a clinching sensation throughout my entire body. It was as if a switch had been thrown. I felt no anger, I simply felt like I was his. Watching Tom remove his belt does things to me I’ll never understand or be able to explain. There’s a tinge of fear, I can’t deny that, but it triggers a longing and lust that overwhelms every other feeling.

Winning Sadie - obedience test

Thank you for visiting my website and reading this short excerpt from novel Winning Sadie, published by Blushing Books.

Today Sadie is paying dearly for keeping secrets:

“…However I am angry not to have learned about this sooner, like maybe the week you accepted my proposal?”

“I’m sorry,” she repeated and squirmed, trying to avoid the hand that was roasting her bottom.

[…]

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be.” He spanked harder and faster.

At one point she lifted her hands to protect herself, to try to stop the stinging redness that was spreading over her upper thighs and cheeks.

“Take your hands away.” His tone was implacable. This was a test of her obedience.

***

Winning Sadie is book two in the Simon in Charge series but can be read as a standalone novel.

 

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The Pirate's Captive by Maisy Archer

Maisy Archer is on my blog today and I couldn’t be more excited! This unabashed book nerd has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves – coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family – her love of words has only continued to grow... in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.

Today we are looking at Maisy new release The Pirate’s Captive from Stormy Night Publications.

Genre: romance / BDSM / erotica

BLURB:

When a notorious pirate demands a ransom from her family in return for lifting his blockade of the local port, twenty-one-year-old Evelyn Hollywell takes matters into her own hands. Her plan to thwart the lawless rogue quickly goes awry, however, when she is carried off from her home and held as a captive aboard his ship.

Evelyn quickly discovers that while the handsome buccaneer has no intention of doing her any harm, he will not tolerate disobedience, and when she attempts an escape she ends up over his knee for a painful, embarrassing spanking in front of his entire crew. Though the stern punishment infuriates Evelyn, she cannot help wondering what it would be like to be mastered much more thoroughly, and soon enough she is blushing crimson and quivering with desire as he teaches her exactly what it means for a beautiful lady to surrender her body to a dominant man.

Despite her growing attraction to her captor, however, his plans for her remain a mystery. She is to be delivered to a man in Boston, but she knows neither who he is nor what he wants with her. All she can be sure of is that with each passing day she feels less like a prisoner and more like a priceless treasure. But will old enemies or the dangers of the high seas tear her from her lover’s arms?

Publisher’s note: The Pirate’s Captive includes sexual scenes and spankings – tough stuff but worth it. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt:

“…Yet you chose to be reckless. You chose to disobey. And you chose to put yourself completely under my power. So now you will find yourself over my knee.”

I trembled.

Then a moment later, his smile dissolved while the fire in his eyes burned hotter. “Come to me, Evelyn.”

I stepped forward until I was standing between his knees.

He reached out one large hand and lifted the tail of my braid, which had fallen down from the coil I’d constructed that morning. I could only imagine how disheveled I appeared, but Marcus didn’t seem to mind. He carefully carded his fingers through the fine brown mass, working through the tangles, brushing down over my nape, and then across my back, until it rippled in waves around me.

“Beauty,” he murmured.

His hot breath hit the bare skin of my chest and made my nipples pebble beneath the ragged edges of the chemise. I had never felt so tense, so expectant.

Every touch felt like a tongue of fire, branding me, making me want.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer - when surely my chest would explode from the aching need, he stopped. He rested one hand at my waist, while the other rose to wrap around the base of my neck. My eyes blinked open.

“Lay yourself across my knee, beauty.” His tone was as stern and controlled as ever, but I sensed a new tension in his voice and it told me that he was not unaffected.

He wanted, too.

My choice, again. He didn’t want to force me. I held his stare, my breath coming in sharp pants and then… I bent over, allowing his hand at my neck to guide me so that my upper body rested on the bed by his hip, propped slightly on my forearms. I heard his breath leave him in a whoosh, at the same time the muscles in his legs and torso grew impossibly tighter.

He gathered all of my hair into his hand, and then twisted, twining it around his wrist and gripping it in his fist, pinning me in place.

My breath caught.

With his free hand, he grabbed a handful of my skirts and pulled them up, and then he ran his hand up my stockinged calf. He paused when he reached edge of the stocking, his fingers trailing back and forth along the bare skin at the back of my knee. I hadn’t imagined something so simple could be so devastating, but it was.

And then his hand slid up.

I sucked in a shuddering breath as his hand trailed higher, up my thigh, taking my chemise with it.

Dear God. He meant me to be… bare?

It was too late for protests, for objections, for any return of reason or common sense. I could hear Aunt Beatrice’s voice in my head calling me wanton and wicked, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to want to.

And he didn’t disappoint. Up and up and up, while my heart banged against my rib cage, and I knotted my fingers in the sheets, until I could feel the touch of cool air against my backside, and I knew that he could see all of me.

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