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Dark Chocolate & Strawberries by Daryl Devore

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Daryl Devore has recently re-released her book, previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Sexy Red Hood, under the new title Dark Chocolate and Strawberries.

Blurb: Esmerelda 'Red' Hood is summoned to her mother's executive suite only to learn her sweet granny is headed for a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it's too late.

On board, Red meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other a dark, sophisticated predator. Her grandmother's warning rings in Red's ear "Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing."

Even with the warning, Red has trouble choosing which man could be the big bad wolf and which could be her happily ever after.

Please note: This is an erotic romance novel is intended for adult readers. Ages 18+ It includes sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

“Oh gawd,” moaned Red, as she grabbed a pillow to cover her ears. “It can't be morning.”

…lost three to two. The Chicago Blackhawks traded right winger, Steve…

From under the pillow, she forced one eye to open. The digital alarm clock showed 6:07.

…snow and blowing snow and near record cold temperatures…

“I don't wanna get up.” Her left hand reached out from under the warm blankets and slapped at the snooze button. Closing her eyes, she sighed and settled back into sleep. “Can I just go back to my dream?”

…all roads leading into the downtown core are slow and there are two major accidents on Michigan Avenue. Delays and cancellations at O'Hare International….

Again, her left hand thrust out from under the blankets and pressed the snooze button. No sooner had she settled back under the covers, the annoying beep-beep-beep of the backup clock sounded.

Red sighed and threw back the covers. A blast of cool air chilled her arms. There was only one way to shut off this alarm – get out of bed, walk across the room and smack the damn button.

More about Daryl Devoré:

Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.

Daryl lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

Connect with Daryl Devoré:

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Questions and answers from Daryl Devoré:

Why did you choose to write a twisted fairy tale?

It was requested by my former publisher. And I thought it might be fun.

Why do a twist to Little Red Riding Hood?

It just popped into my head as the fairy tale to choose. I’m not a plotter, but the plot was already set out for this story. I added a few updates and a twist and ta-da Dark Chocolate and Strawberries was written.

Why choose the title Dark Chocolate and Strawberries?

This was originally published under a different title which I never liked. There is a scene and an implied scene in the book that uses melted dark chocolate and strawberries. I like connecting my titles to my books, so I used that.

Why Esmerelda as a name for your heroine?

Total and complete honesty – absolutely no idea. It’s the name that popped into my head. Obviously, she goes by the name Red, but she needed a “real” name and Esmerelda was what my muse offered.

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Double Takes by Pippa Greathouse

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Pippa Greathouse is back with an exciting new book, Double Takes. This contemporary novel combines mystery with a spicy dash of erotica.

Adam has his own set of rules, intended to keep Samantha safe

Blurb: 

Samantha Hillis, a widow of three years, has just begun to put her life back together when a shooter in the parking lot of the mall destroys dozens of cars and causes multiple injuries. Sam is pulled into the arms of Adam Stapleton, a handsome lieutenant of the Highway Patrol, and she feels for the first time in years what it’s like to be held in a man’s arms. And it’s wonderful.

But Adam has his own set of rules, intended to keep her safe.

As a series of double-takes and other events happen that make her doubt her own judgement, she realizes she’s been drawn into a web of suspicion. She’s now the object of a murder investigation, of stalking, and her own home has been broken into and ransacked. The only one she can trust now is Adam.

Disclaimer: Double Takes is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women and explicitly sexual situations. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

 “Don’t pick those up. Just tell me what they say, and I’ll bring them.”

“Nonsense. I’m strong as an ox.” She lifted it, surprised that it weighed as much as it did.

“Samantha!”

Surprised at his tone of voice, she froze. He moved toward her and took it from her, frowning.  “What did I just tell you?”

“Not to, but I’m—”

“I heard what you said.” His voice was firm. “This is my house. I’ll do the heavy stuff. Do you hear me?”

She took a step backward, away from him. “I hear you.”

“Then do as I say.” His voice was not just firm. There was a stern quality to it.

She stared at him, speechless, and blinked. She was at a loss. It wasn’t the first time today that he’d used that tone of voice with her.

“I don’t like being scolded.” She had to admit, she sounded petulant.

 “There’s a way to avoid it.” He moved into the kitchen with the oversized box, setting it on the island. When she didn’t respond, he turned to her. “Some of these are quite heavy. I don’t want to be responsible for you getting hurt.”

“I’m accustomed to doing things for myself.  And I’ve handled heavier things than this.”

He leaned one hand on the countertop, turning. “I’m absolutely sure that’s true. And perhaps in the past three years you’ve had to do it a lot. On the other hand, this is my house and right now you’re my responsibility, so these are my rules. Now. That’s all I’m going to say about it, except for this. The next time I see you doing it, I’ll smack your bottom.”

She gasped. “You wouldn’t dare.”

His face was close to hers; quite close.

“Try me.”

Pippa Greathouse in her own words

An assignment by my elegant and sweet fifth grade teacher was what started it all. The assignment: to write a short story and read it aloud to the class.

Enter a story about a group of fifth grade kids camping in the woods who were attacked by a Grizzly; add body parts everywhere and kids being mauled to death one by one, and pile on top one horrified teacher (Poor Mrs. J!). The kids thought it was cool, however, and I was hooked.

Writing continued throughout Junior and Senior High, in the form of space stories, then spy stories, and by the time I reached high school, had turned into romances!  Every year when spring fever hit, I would take my notebook outside at lunchtime, and soak up the sun, and write. Then I would take it home and type it up on onionskin paper, on an old Underwood typewriter (Yes, I know I'm old!)

One day a few years ago while cleaning, I came upon a tote containing a wad of onionskin paper, rolled up. I was delighted to find a story that I had written when I was about eighteen, and thought, "Hmm, I wonder what would happen if I sat down and re-wrote this? And submitted it?”

My favorite Heroine? One with intelligence, integrity, courage, and firm determination. I love to have the heroine and hero ‘make a difference’ in the surroundings and lives of others in the story.

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

Connect with Pippa Greathouse

Email: pippagreathouse@gmail.com

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

Website: http://www.pippagreathouse.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pippagreathouse/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/PippaG6

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

More exciting titles from Pippa Greathouse and Blushing Books:

The Strasburg Chronicles (5 Book Series)

Angelica’s Rescuer: Book one

Merrie’s Hero: Book two

Cinderella’s Lawman: Book three

The Return of Lucy Grace: Book four

Macie’s War: Book five

Standalone Time Travel Romance

Time for Change

Strasburg, the New Generation

Judging Cicely

Katie’s Maverick

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Fool's Desire by Poppy Flynn

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Today I’m pleased to welcome new Blushing Books author Poppy Flynn to my blog, with her new book, Fool’s Desire.

Meet the members of Club Risqué and follow their D/s exploits as love worms its way into even the kinkiest hearts.

Blurb:

As a bubbly art student, Daisy Kidde embarked on a BDSM relationship that ended in tears.

Eleven years later, she has reinvented herself as the aloof finance director, Desirae Harper, but the past threatens to catch up with her and turn her quiet, reserved world upside down when her company is threatened with a takeover bid and the dominant Joel Blackwood walks back into her life.

Can she resist him or will the old Daisy return, threatening her new, quiet life?

Publisher's Note: Fool’s Desire is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women and explicitly sexual situations. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Thwack! The blunt ended fronds of the soft suede flogger skittered against the taut skin of her softly rounded buttocks. The air displaced again, this time a prickling on the backs of her tanned thighs as they swiftly bloomed a dusky pink under repeated, expertly placed blows.

Daisy's unruly mop of dirty blonde corkscrew curls dampened as sweat and desire slickened her petite, curvy body and her breath hitched. The flogger rained across her sensitised skin, but not a single, audible sound passed her lips. Arms and legs unbound as her torso stretched across the plush spanking bench, she remained statue still, concentrating her mind to allow her body to absorb the blows without so much as a flinch because that was what Joel required. That was how he had trained her.

Her stomach clenched as he changed direction and landed the flogger's strands at the apex of her spread legs, causing her reddened thighs to quiver and her bare pussy to gush as the tiny pinpricks of pain morphed into ribbons of pleasure.

Despite her libertine surroundings and the licentious audience in the dimly lit Club Risqué, Daisy did not view Joel as her Dom nor see herself as his submissive. He was simply her boyfriend. She loved him beyond measure, and she would do anything for him. She did do anything for him; she did this for him and she strived to be as perfect as she possibly could because it made him happy.

As Daisy began to float in what she privately referred to as her 'happy place', she was dimly aware of the change of sensation. The deeply massaging fronds of the flogger were replaced by the sharper, pinpointed strike of the crop. Slap, slap, slap, slap…the noise rang rhythmically in Daisy's altered state of consciousness as if from a distance. Joel maintained a steady but swift pace across her increasingly sensitive behind as he played out a pattern of rosy splashes, branding her smooth skin, up and down, side to side, never overlapping.

Daisy could feel a prickle of need spreading up her spine, a sultry perspiration blooming at the back her neck, a treacherous warmth mushrooming in her abdomen as Joel aimed the crop between her legs and skilfully targeted her clitoris. Slap, slap, slap, slap, Daisy gritted her teeth and screwed up her eyes as she fought to internalise all of her raging lust and desire in a desperate battle to stay as still and as quiet as Joel always demanded while her clit hardened and peeked from behind its protective hood and each smart of pain transmuted into an insidious pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her senses as her body begged for the forbidden release.

More about Poppy Flynn:

Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the 'self-sufficiency' lifestyle.

Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.

Poppy's love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn't have a television in the house.

"When you're surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there's a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless." – Poppy Flynn

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His To Master by BJ Wane

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The lovely BJ Wane is here today with her latest book, His To Master, another book in her highly successful Miami Masters series.

Sean agreed to Alessa’s request for guidance, but could she handle what she’d asked him for?

Blurb: The first time Sean Bates saw Alessa Alexander at a BDSM club without one of her friends attending with her, he didn’t approach her or interfere, deeming it was none of his business.  The second time, his protective, dominate instincts forced him to confront her, and then offer his professional counseling for her needs.

Alessa’s desire to turn herself over to a man’s full control kept her from believing she’d ever enjoy a long-term relationship like her friends recently committed to.  When she gets up the nerve to ask Sean Bates to tutor her in her unorthodox fantasies, the first scene he devises leaves her aching for more of his strict control, but worried about keeping her feelings uninvolved.

Past heartbreaks kept Sean and Alessa leery of hoping for too much from their agreed upon temporary relationship.  Between escalating problems with an ex at work and her insecurities, Alessa runs from Sean before she ends up hurt.  But it doesn’t take her long to realize how much she wants him and his strict discipline, enough to risk the height of humiliation to earn his forgiveness.

Disclaimer: His To Master is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women and explicitly sexual situations. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

He sat down but she resisted the tug on her hand with an uneasy glance toward the closed door.  “But, here?  What about your receptionist?”  Oh, God, she’d never be able to show her face to the older woman again if she heard what he planned to do.

“Barbara has left for lunch.  “We’re alone in the suite.  But make no mistake, Alessa.  There will be times I’ll tell you to do something with others present and giving up control means you either comply or walk away.  Now,” he yanked harder on her hand and sent her sprawling across his lap, “quit stalling.  Unless you have a different preference, red will be your ‘stop’ safe word, and if you say it, our agreement ends.  Period.”

She didn’t have time to assimilate that remark, or the cold chill she experienced when she thought of walking away from him.  Being placed over his hard thighs like a recalcitrant child was hard enough to take in, but then he lifted her skirt and her automatic response was to throw her hands behind her, a futile attempt to preserve a modicum of dignity.  “Wait!” she cried in panic over him baring her big butt.

“No.”  Sean pushed her hands down.  “Grab my leg if you have to, but don’t bring your hands back here again or I’ll swat them as well.”

Why that sounded worse than having her bottom smacked, she didn’t know, but didn’t hesitate to grip his muscled calf and brace herself for this humiliation.  Her plain white bikini panties came down next and the cool air wafting over her exposed flesh drew a shiver down her bowed spine.  With her bare buttocks the only part of her anatomy on display, Alessa had never felt so vulnerable, but the slow caress of his hand over her quivering cheeks soothed her anxiety.  His casual, soft exploration worked to loosen her tense muscles even though she still held her breath, waiting for that first slap.

BJ Wane in her own words:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking.  My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.

Connect with BJ Wane:

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bjwane@cox.net

http://bjwane.blogspot.com/

https://twitter.com/bj_wane

https://www.facebook.com/bj.wane

https://www.instagram.com/bjwaneauthor/

Some of the (many) other books by BJ Wane:

MIAMI MASTERS SERIES:

Bound and Saved, book 1

Master Me, Please, book 2

Mastering Her Fear, book 3

Bound To Submit, book 4

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Renovating His Heart by Stella Grace

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Today I welcome Stella Grace to my blog. A new author publishing with Blushing Books, Stella Grace’s first book, Renovating His Heart, (love this title) is out now. Get to know Stella a little bit better with the author Q&A at the end of this blog post. 

Grace and Ty may be trying to renovate former relationships but they find they are constructing a new one.

Blurb:

In a world dominated by men, Grace Evans just wants to take over her father’s construction company.

However, her father believes Ty Parks, his Senior Superintendent, is a better candidate.

When past mistakes haunt Grace, her father makes one final decision that takes both Ty and Grace by surprise.

Now, as they struggle to renovate former relationships they discover they are constructing a new one.

Publishers note: This contemporary romance includes sensual scenes.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

The sound of gravel crackling below the weight of tires came up behind him, but Ty didn’t turn around. He was too focused on the activity flaming in front of him.

Bright headlights dimmed as the sound of the quiet engine cut off while Ty crossed his well-defined arms over his chest and studied the activity in front of him.

He finally turned around just as a 29-year-old woman placed her shapely legs out of the candy-apple sports car. She wore vivid red stiletto heels, which hugged her petite feet perfectly. Ty took a moment to ogle the beautiful woman as she stood with her long legs gracefully taking on the weight of her fit body. She wore dressy black shorts and a business casual top accented by costume jewelry.

Noticing the calm that blanketed the site, Ty turned to find most of his men had stopped to look at the mysterious woman as well.

He cleared this throat. They didn’t have time to waste gawking after the magnificent creature who clearly didn’t belong on his construction site.

“Excuse me! We only have a couple of hours before the concrete arrives. Let’s go!” he yelled, and his men quickly swarmed back to work.

Once he was satisfied that the distraction was no longer an issue, Ty turned his attention back to the beauty approaching him with a box of donuts in her hand.

She had long, smooth chocolate hair hanging down her back, which looked recently trimmed and styled. She didn’t appear to be wearing any makeup and clearly didn’t need to.

“Are you Ty?” her singsong voice asked him.

“Yes. Can I help you?” He regretted how blunt his words sounded but, in his defense, it was not a good time.

“Ty, I’m Grace. I’m here to help you manage this job,” she collectedly told him, extending her delicate hand while balancing the donuts in the other.

Ty couldn’t hold back the howl of laughter that rose from his gut. He didn’t accept her handshake and flashed a bright smile.

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s a good one. Who sent you? Bill?” Ty asked her with laughter remaining in his eyes.

She didn’t waver, humor absent from her sky-blue eyes.

“If you mean Bill Evans, then yes, he sent me.”

“You can tell Bill I said thank you for the laugh and donuts,” he responded, appraising her body with his hungry eyes. He reached out and graciously took the donuts from her with a coy smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry. I think you misunderstand why I’m here, Mr. Parks. I’m not here for your visual pleasure. I’m here to help manage,” she said and tilted her chin just a little higher.

Her tone sobered Ty just a little.

“I’m sorry. I don’t need help,” he told her, switching gears and flashing her a coy smile.

“Mr. Evans advised me there was an issue with a subcontractor this morning?” Now her eyes held a hint of amusement, which clouded them like a slate blue storm.

“There was, but as you can see, it’s been handled, and we are back on schedule,” he smiled, trying his hardest to hide the discontent flowing in his veins.

She raised her voice so that everyone on the site could hear her, “Maybe I should introduce myself and get started on the right foot.”

Ty tried to keep his anger intact, shifted uncomfortably on his feet. Maybe this was a test to see if he would get distracted. 

“So, Mr. Parks, I would like to formally introduce myself. I’m Grace Evans, Bill Evans’ daughter.” She extended her manicured hand firmly out again. 

This time Ty accepted it as his jaw dropped wide open.

More about Stella Grace:

Have you ever read a book that kept you turning pages until 2 a.m. only to be let down by the outcome?

 Author Stella Grace had that happen all too many times and that’s why she started writing. She prefers modern romance stories with feisty women and dominant men but likes to hold off on erotic scenes until midway and sometimes the end of the book to keep the suspense.

She married her high school sweetheart and they share two school-age children in sunny Florida but desires life in the Georgia mountains. Stella is a restless soul who loves to travel and provide her kids with as many experiences as she can. She holds a degree in Psychology which her husband hates because she actually understands him.

Connect with Stella Grace:

Visit her website here: www.authorstellagrace.com

Find her on Facebook – www.facebook.com/stella.grace.3954546

Visit her Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Stella-Grace/e/B07FB33VDV/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1

Instagram: author.stella.grace

Questions and answers  with Stella Grace

Where did Grace come from?

I’ve personally worked in the construction field for almost fifteen years and I’ve found it to be very difficult to excel as a woman. I’m not saying that I have been degraded or disrespected in my field. I have worked with some amazing men that have treated me with the utmost respect. What I am talking about is the lack of women in construction. In my experience it is a very male dominated field, from Architects, to Engineers and General Contractors. Grace is a woman that wants to break the mold and show people that just because she is a beautiful woman doesn’t mean her only role is a secretary. 

Was there a particular reason to choose the subject of construction?

Write what you know. I was taught that a long time ago so I knew that construction had to be my field. When you read Renovating His Heart, you’ll hear my knowledge about construction and the working of a jobsite.

Grace is a strong character. Is she based on you?

I’d like to think myself a fireball.  I don’t back down. But I’ve also been very lucky to work for men in my field that have respected me and openly educated me when I needed it. Not all women in construction have had positive experiences like me and I wanted to shed a little light on that.

Any comments on the title?

I love tiles that play on words. So Renovating His Heart seemed appropriate. 

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#Saturday spankings - constant craving

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Thanks for joining the writers on the Saturday Spanking blog hop.

This weekend I’m sharing bits from Trusting Ingrid.

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

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

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

Lachlan, a man with a commitment to rehabilitating feral, frightened creatures, is taking her in hand. This is her first spanking.

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

Lachlan shimmied his right hand under Ingrid’s hips, forcing her bottom in the air before cramming a pillow under to hold her backside high.

“You have a beautiful ass,” he said.

Ingrid relaxed at the compliment, not expecting the fierce smack that followed. It echoed in the room, for a second drowning out the sound of the fire.

She yelped as the pain sank in. A second stroke followed. Then another, more intense with a sharper bite. The amount of burn he could deliver with his wide palm and long fingers defied belief. He must be using an implement she hadn’t seen. Surely a man’s simple hand couldn’t hurt so much.

She gulped. “No.”

Lachlan stopped. “Those weren’t strong enough to hurt a fly, which is why the color of your bottom will be the deciding factor of when you’ve had enough.”

He sounded amused, as if he was nothing more than a masseuse working through a stubborn knot in a muscle.

“If I listened to your complaints, I’m sure I’d have to stop after a few strokes.”

The air stuck in Ingrid’s lungs as she braced herself for what was coming next.

One smack followed another after that, so closely paced, it was impossible to know where the pain from one ended, and the next one began. Ingrid wheezed from the shock and sting. The pre-heating in front of the fire now magnified every stroke as Lachlan’s hand fell relentlessly on her bottom. First one cheek, then the other. Then what felt like a dozen on one side before a dozen more on the other. She wriggled and danced on his lap, reaching back to stop him. He pinned her hands to the small of her back without breaking the pace of the punishment.

She wanted it. She hated it. She wanted him in control like that. She wanted to be helpless, to surrender to his will. She craved the lack of control.

Buy link – Amazon

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Abducted by Sara Fields

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HOT ALIEN ALERT! Woot! Sara Fields is here today with the next installment in her Vakarran Captives series set in the Celestial Mates universe. Abducted has been out less than a week and it’s racking up more top reviews every day.

Blurb:

Mya escaped before the Vakarrans took over Earth. She's hidden away at the Celestial Mates Dating Agency for years, thinking she was safe from their grasp.

Only now, the Vakarrans have found her. And they're going to take her.

Own her. Share her.

And rule her world completely.

Please note: Abducted may be read and enjoyed as a standalone Vakarran Captives spin-off, set in the Celestial Mates universe! This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies intended for adults only.

Buy link: Amazon – Free on Kindle Unlimited!

Excerpt:

“Please don’t,” I begged.

I don’t know why I said that. I wanted it. I didn’t want it.

My brain was a mess of confusion. Pleasure and anger were at war with one another inside me. I’d come into this room convinced that I was going to be raped, beaten and brutalized. But instead, they were setting my body on fire with pleasure.

Hadn’t expected that. I’d never expected to be punished in such a manner.

I’d been prepared for cruelty. For pain and anger. I thought they’d hurt me, beat me to within an inch of my life and force me to take their seed. I wasn’t prepared for pleasure like this.

It was unnerving. And amazing.

I didn’t know what to do.

Even now, sitting down before Talor, I could think of a million ways to wrap my legs around his neck, cutting off his air supply and escaping from the four of them. But I did nothing. I couldn’t convince my limbs to move, to fight back as Talor’s tongue snaked around my clit. Touching me, teasing me. I quivered under his strokes.

A few moments later, Dex appeared with some sort of robot on wheels. It was a small, cylindrical rolling computer of some kind, comprised of black, red and grey colors. It followed him into the center of the room and his dark gaze met mine. The promise in his eyes shook me to the very core. My pussy clenched with excitement.

I shuddered.

He lifted an arm and crooked a finger towards me, beckoning me to come to him. Almost as if that simple movement had its own gravitational pull, I was drawn to him.

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More about Sara Fields:

Sara Fields is a USA Today Bestselling author of romance with a proclivity for kinky things, especially those centered in the HOT, NAUGHTY and DIRTY realm. If you like romance, science fiction, fantasy, menage, age play, pet play and other kinky filthy things, you will enjoy her books.

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The Viking's Possession by Felicity Brandon

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Felicity Brandon has a new book out and you know what that means – a sizzling new romance! Today The Viking’s Possession is in the spotlight.

War captured her, desire captivated her, but can her Viking captor truly possess her?

Blurb:

After she saves the life of Prince Anders, the Viking warrior who took her as his captive and tamed both her body and her heart, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose knows that she can never return home again. She will belong to Anders forever, as his bride and his possession, destined to be used and enjoyed as thoroughly, shamefully, and often as he pleases.

Though Anders has proven many times that he is more than willing to punish her bare bottom harshly for any disobedience, with war fast approaching between her brother and her husband, Aurelie puts her own life in danger in the hopes of making peace. But when her reckless gamble goes wrong, can Anders rescue his headstrong young wife before any harm comes to her?

Publisher’s note: The Viking's Possession is the sequel to The Viking's Conquest, but can be read as a stand-alone novel. It includes spankings, and sexual scenes, including some scenes of sexual humiliation. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Ignoring me, Anders presses on, pushing the phallus inside my ass. I buck against my bondage as it invades me, utterly conflicted by the experience. The ropes make it impossible to prevent this intrusion, and we both know it. This is why Anders has chosen to secure me in such a bizarre way. My sex and my ass are totally exposed, and vulnerable to his every dark desire.

“Feel my phallus claim you, my sweeting.” His voice floats from down between my legs. “You will take this for me for the rest of this punishment, and whilst you do, you’ll remember who is in charge. You’ll remember who can touch, claim, and explore, and who must yield, receive, and endure.”

I groan again, my head now flat against the bedding as the stone fills my ass. It’s not the largest implement, and Anders’ manhood is certainly longer, but the hard, cold stone is different to what I’m used to. It’s odd and unsettling, reinforcing Anders’ point with perfect clarity—he is in charge. He is in control. All I can do is take it, take the phallus and take my punishment.

Once he is finally satisfied that I have taken the length of the stone, Anders swats my ass playfully. “Good girl,” he says teasingly. “You will keep that phallus in place until I tell you otherwise.” His body shifts and his face comes into view over my bound body. “Do you understand?”

I’m nodding even before I’ve had time to process his question. This is what Anders does to me. He takes my usual clear-headed wilfulness and turns it to mush. I can argue, I can push and protest, but in the end, I know I will always submit to this man. “Yes, I understand, my Lofðungr,” I murmur.

He nods, smiling as he leans down to plant a chaste kiss on my panting mouth. “Now, let me pleasure you some more…”

His body slips from view and I squirm needlessly in my ropes. It’s like I cannot keep still because I know now what he has in mind. He doesn’t want to pleasure me at all, he only wants to build me up to the brink of ecstasy, before abandoning the pursuit. He wants to torture me with denial—that is my punishment. As his mouth descends to my pulsating sex once more, I’m overwrought with misery. His ministrations are amazing, his tongue flicking over my excited nib at perfect intervals, whilst the phallus fills my ass in its hard and denigrating way.

Within a moment I am right there again. My mind reels, and I consciously try to control my breathing, reasoning that I can fool Anders. Perhaps if I don’t make my burgeoning pleasure so obvious, I can trick him into thinking I am not at the brink. Perhaps I can achieve my orgasm after all? The idea gives me a glimmer of hope. I close my eyes, willing myself to remain as calm as I can in light of his merciless pursuit of my suffering, but oh, Gods, it’s just too good. Before I know what is happening I am panting again, my nipples beading painfully as Anders takes me right to the brink, before—inevitably—stopping short of allowing me to climax.

This time I screech in frustration, not caring what the consequences of my outburst will be. Damn him! Damn this man who has captured me in just about every way possible. It’s as though this Viking can read my mind, and he knows instinctively when I am about to explode. He is the only man who has ever known me carnally, and it seems he is truly at one with my body.

“Now, now, Aurelie,” he tells me, admonishing me in a gleeful way. “What did I warn you about that pretty little mouth?”

My eyes fly open, and I moan out of instinct, my hips—still rolled forward by the bondage—struggling desperately for some stimulus as Anders shifts from the bed. I’m vaguely aware of him stripping beside me, and then he disappears from my view, striding to the other side of the room. By the time he returns, I’m desperate. The weight of the contradiction afflicts me. The same things that irritate and repel me—the strange bondage, the phallus shoved inside me, and the unrelenting denial of pleasure—also arouse me. I know without needing to check that I am soaking with desire. Anders is playing my body like an instrument.

“Open up, my sweeting,” his voice coos from my left side.

I blink up at his towering naked form. His body is hard, chiselled perfection, and his cock juts out eagerly in front of him. My eyes dart to his hand, which he presents to me. Between his thumb and forefinger is one of the small orange fruits he had taunted me with in the Viking camp. My belly knots in anxiety. I know what is coming next.

“Now, Aurelie,” he tells me, his tone increasingly insistent.

My lips part slowly, my breath shaky with apprehension as I comply.

The expression on Anders’ face is pure lust as he appraises me. “I warned you, my sweeting,” he purrs, and I watch as the fruit moves into view, descending slowly toward my waiting mouth. “I asked for silence, and since you cannot comply, instead I offer you fruit. I’m sure you remember my favourite fruit, Aurelie.” He chuckles at his own words. “I always keep a bowl of fresh fruit in my chambers.”

If he expects a reply, then he gives me no time to offer one. The orange fruit slides perfectly into my mouth, capturing my teeth around its soft flesh. He grins down at me, satisfied with what he sees, and I do not try to resist. The fruit, I suppose, is inevitable. He must have known I would never be able to contain my responses during this penance, even if I hadn’t. This is what Anders had planned all along.

The realisation makes me wretched, or at least it would do if I wasn’t so intolerably turned on.

More about Felicity Brandon:

Felicity is a #1 international bestselling, and award-winning writer of dark, spanking romance. Head in the clouds, you can usually find her either plotting her next book, hitting the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music. She lives to write though and is happiest creating desire and kink at her keyboard.

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#Saturday Spankings - the first time

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

My excerpt is from my latest book Trusting Ingrid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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To Wed a Werewolf by Kryssie Fortune

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The always entertaining Kryssie Fortune returns today with her book To Wed A Werewolf.

Blurb

Sylvie's more human librarian than half-blood Fae princess and she definitely prefers books to men. Then, she learns her unwanted Lykae fiancée is marrying someone else. If she doesn't stop the wedding, the Fae will resume the border war with the Werewolf nation. A high-handed Lykae security guard blocks her every move, and when her plans go awry, she's kidnapped, stripped, and bound for his pleasure.

Caleb the Cold, King of the Lykae, will do anything to make his younger brother's wedding special--even pretend he's a security guard and kidnap his brother's former fiancée. Punishing her is pure pleasure, until he realizes she's his mate. Now he needs to woo the woman he's tormented to the edge of madness, but is it too late to claim her heart, and make her his?

Disclaimer: This book contains spankings, bondage and discipline and other sexual activities. These are fantasies only, intended for adults. Strong stuff but worth it. If such subjects offend you, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon │ Amazon UK

Excerpt:

Caleb ran the strawberry over her lips, and her hunger won out over her bravado. Just as she was about to sink her teeth into the sweet fruit, he pulled it away and took a bite. Her glare condemned him more than any words, but he just laughed and offered her another. When she ate from his hand, the delicate touch of her lips on his palm made him crave her mouth on his cock. He’d never thought feeding a woman could be such a sensual treat.

His inner wolf growled when she turned her head away, but he stood back and studied her boyish hips and firm, round breasts. “Now you’ve eaten my strawberry, I should feast on yours.”

He watched her eyes widen in mock innocence; then she shook her head and tried to back away—not that she could when the rope held her wrists firmly in place. Caleb dropped to his knees before her, ran his hands up her inner thighs, and nudged them apart. She tried to keep them closed, but he shook his head and pushed them back open before he buried his tongue in her cunt. His natural wolf settled immediately, concentrating on pleasing its mate, but its hackles rose when she played innocent and tried to step out of reach.

He punished her with a resounding slap on her ass, but his natural wolf growled and tried to break free. Even his primal wolf form wanted to protect her—from himself. She squealed in surprise and excitement, but her panties were already damp with desire—for him. He laved her sweet-tasting pussy until she thrashed and writhed in her bonds, then shoved her panties aside with his tongue and sucked on her clit.

He lifted his head and growled, “Mine.”

Her eyes glazed, and her body trembled, but he backed off before she could come. She shivered at his every touch or lick, and her nipples had pearled into sweet strawberries just like the one he’d fed her—and Gods, he needed a taste. He loved how her hips undulated against him and her breath caught in her throat.

“Please,” she begged, “I can’t take any more. Just let me come.”

She looked wicked, wanton, and desperate, so beautiful his resolve melted like ice cream on a sunny day. Surely his Fae princess would surrender soon. He was a warrior who understood the battle of the sexes—and he was an alpha wolf who never lost a fight.

More about Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons. 

Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.

Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.

Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.

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Website: http://kryssiefortune.wixsite.com/Kryssie

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Other titles by Kryssie Fortune

Scattered Siblings – a series of standalone paranormal romance

To Wed a Werewolf

To Break a Warrior King’s Curse

To Mate a Werewolf

To Seduce an Omega

Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf

Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge - a series of standalone romances featuring former soldiers

Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine

Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff

Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor

Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier

Standalone Romances

Dominated by the Dragon

Taken by Twin Doms

One Knight Stand

Giving it up for the Gods

Wickedly Used