Thorolf by Vanessa Brooks

This week Vanessa Brooks has taken me to a marvelous, vibrant world, that of the Vikings. Her book, Thorolf, captured me from the opening pages. If you’re looking to be carried away by an absorbing story, look no further. Book 6 in the Viking Surrender series, Thorolf is sexy, suspenseful, and romantic.

Blurb:

Ailsa, a woman scarred by the brutality of men, knowing peace only in the depths of the forest. Thorolf, a cunning warrior, as fierce as the wolves Ailsa adores. Enemies bound by marriage their attraction undeniable. But can her Viking husband mend Ailsa’s wounded heart?
A horde of battle-hardened, ferocious Nordic warriors.
A Pictish village at the mercy of its enemies.
A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides.
Delivered into Viking hands, claimed and conquered, each bride must accept that she belongs to her new master. But, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?
The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.
Begin the journey here...
Enter a world of suspense, seduction and adventure, told against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland.
Journey together with indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.
Thorolf is number six of nine powerfully seductive romances in the Viking Surrender series.
Disclaimer: Thorolf is intended for adults only. Spankings and other sexual activities represented in the book are fantasies only, intended for adults only.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

A cold wet nose pushed into [Ailsa’s] palm. She glanced down, and there was Shadow, the wolf she had befriended, materialising in his uncanny way to comfort her.
The wolf’s yellow gaze met Ailsa’s briefly then slid away. His size and strength were reassuring to her, his thick pelt warm beneath her palm. Shadow often sensed her mood, appearing silently at her side—especially when she hunted deep within the forest. The Vikings moved again, and Shadow gave a low, growl. Ailsa released a sighing breath.
A sudden shout was followed by loud cries from the village. Ailsa neared the forest’s edge, slipping between the trees while Shadow nervously hung back.
The Viking leader appeared to be holding Eithne tightly, which told Ailsa their intentions were hostile. Readying her bow, she watched closely, swearing to let her arrow fly if anything dangerous happened.
An ominous crack of twigs behind her broke the silence. Shadow’s snarl alerted her to danger. The hairs rose on the nape of her neck. Turning, she saw nothing—then, through the trees, a man emerged. He appeared as thick as a tree trunk and just as tall. Dia! A Viking!|
His muscular chest was wide and strong, while his gaze seemed strangely wolf-like, his amber eyes intently focused upon Ailsa. Taut as the string on her bow, Ailsa lowered her weapon—gradually, carefully.
Calmly raising his arm, he spoke, seemingly without threat, although Ailsa sensed his apprehension. The Viking stretched out his palm, indicating the wolf should stand down and, to Ailsa’s amazement, Shadow sat, his threatening growl diminishing to a mere rumble of discontent.
Ailsa trembled under the scrutiny of the invader, intimidated by his superior physique. Her cheeks heated. How did a man become so muscular?
The Norseman rose to his feet gracefully and, closing the distance between them, held out his hand. At first, she refused to touch him—to trust him. His kind meant only death for her people. Had she not lost her own father during a Viking raid? But there was something about him… Hesitant, Ailsa finally accepted his aid, reaching for his hand. He pulled her up, holding her against his chest. She stared at his bronzed body, hardened by labour and war. Surprisingly, he smelled good.

More about Vanessa Brooks

International bestselling author, Vanessa Brooks, lives in the heart of Sussex. Her passion is history and when she is not writing steamy romances, peppered with strong, sexy heroes, she spends her time out and about with her husband, eating cream teas and exploring Britain's many castles and stately homes; absorbing the past and dreaming up her next romantic plot!

Connect with Vaness Brooks:

Amazon author page

Website:  http://vanessanovels.weebly.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/@blushingvanessa

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

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/450003.Vanessa_Brooks

Bookbub:  https://www.bookbub.com/authors/vanessa-brooks

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The Blue Lion by Tessa Carr

Today brings us a mystery, The Blue Lion. A double mystery in fact. A much-loved author is dipping into the suspense genre. She has taken the new pen name Tessa Carr so that the many fans of her historical romances won’t be disappointed if they pick up this first book in the  new series expecting more tales of the old west, only to find this book is solidly set in modern times.
Want to know who she is? Keep reading.

Danger comes in all colors.

Blurb: Meg Hart has been waiting for months for her ten-year high school reunion. Everything should be fun. After all, the smashing seven, the group of cheerleaders she went to school with, should be there, along with her best friend Nikki. And her dominant husband Matt will be at her side as well. So why is it that she feels such unease every time she thinks of going? And afterward, when things began to happen, are the memories that pop up in her dreams after the reunion significant?
Dr. Matt Hart adores his wife Meg, in her submissiveness and beauty, and has since the first time he saw her as a patient. Their marriage has been wonderful, and he’s determined to protect her despite her poor vision. When the first girl of the smashing seven is found murdered and the others begin to disappear one by one, will he be able to protect Meg from the evil that’s happening around them? And what’s the significance of the Blue Lion in front of the old Victorian House on Country Club Lane?

Publisher's Note: The Blue Lion is a contemporary romantic mystery contains a theme of power exchange along with some graphic scenes. For an audience age 18 and over.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt

A feeling of unease crawled up Matt's spine. He wasn't exactly sure where it came from, but the thought of Meg going into the old house left an ominous cloud over his head. He frowned, looking down at her. He'd prefer she stay away from it.
She noticed. "Matt? What is it?"
He made an effort at a smile. "I honestly don't know, princess. But I prefer you not go near the house. Or the funeral home." He shook his head. "I have a lot on my mind, that's all." He lifted her chin "I'm taking off the rest of the day. Scott's seeing my patients. Where to for lunch?"
She grinned. "You never take off work. What's gotten into you?"
He wound a hand through her long hair and brought her face upward, kissing her soundly.
"You have. Either you pick a place to eat, or I'll begin ordering you to strip, beginning now. It's been too long."
"It's been less than twenty-four hours," she tossed back.
"My point exactly," he said, raising a brow.
The challenging glance she raised to his with those big blue eyes was nearly his undoing.
Her inviting lips curved into a slow, tantalizing smile. "I'm not hungry."
His brows rose further. "All right, then," he commanded. "Panties off.”

More about Tessa Carr

Tessa Carr has been writing since she was a child and entertaining her friends with stories about them. In the back of her mind, however, always lurked stories about romance filled with mystery, and adventure. Being a Navy brat and moving frequently to new places and meeting new people brought on new stories that hovered in her mind.
The excitement of it never went away. Even today, those stories still hover. She loves writing historical fiction and has published many books in this genre with Blushing Books Publications, under the name of Pippa Greathouse.

Recently new story lines have captured her imagination and she dove into this new genre of erotic contemporary mystery, suspense-thrillers that often involve the Highway Patrol, FBI and police and Sheriff’s Departments.

Connect with Tessa Carr

On twitter: https://twitter.com/TessaAuthor

Website: https://tessacarr.net

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

Viking Surrender - books 1 & 2 by Ashe Barker

Some very exciting news today! The Viking Surrender Series is now available! The amazing Ashe Barber has written two books in the series: Vikings Prologue (book 1) as well as Brandr A Viking Warrior Romance (book2)
Do you love hard-muscled, dominant heroes? Love Viking romance?
The steamily seductive Viking Surrender series (first released as the 'Vikings' boxed set) has hit Amazon with brand-new epilogues... so you can find out 'what happens next' for all nine couples.
If you're yet to explore this gorgeous set of shared-world romances, filled with scorching scenes of sexy sizzle and supreme alpha hotness, you've a real treat in store.
For a limited time, all the titles are on sale, and you can devour them in Kindle Unlimited. 

Find the whole series on Amazon US here - https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07ZSZV1JV

and on Amazon UK here - https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B07ZTM46CL

Happy Reading... your Viking warrior book boyfriends await

Blurbs:
Vikings: The Prologue is essential reading to find out how it all began … and you can grab this 12000 word appetizer absolutely free from wherever you like to buy your ebooks.
A horde of battle-hardened, ferocious Nordic warriors.
A Pictish village at the mercy of its enemies.
A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides
Delivered into Viking hands, claimed and conquered, each bride must accept that she belongs to her new master. But, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?
The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.
Begin the journey here...
Enter a world of suspense, seduction and adventure, told against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland.
Journey together with indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines, as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.
Brandr : A Viking Warrior Romance
Forced to wed the fierce Viking warlord in order to save her people, Eithne has no choice but to surrender to her powerful and terrifying husband. She submits to his stern discipline, but his tenderness takes her breath away. A man of his word, Brandr means to keep his side of their bargain and will see her village safe and protected from their enemies. But what of Eithne? Who will protect her as she learns to care for this ferocious man who now leads her people and holds her heart in his mighty hands?

Disclaimer: These books are intended for adults only. Spankings and other sexual activities represented in the book are fantasies only, intended for adults only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as anyone advocating any non-consensual spanking or other sexual activity.

Excerpt from The Prologue
“We shall not surrender, nor shall we flee…. this is an unequal contest, and we cannot win. To take up arms against men such as them would lead to certain death.”
“Better to die with honour—”
“Better still not to die at all. I have another idea. We shall negotiate.”
Rhiannon gaped at her. “Are you quite mad? You would have more success seeking to bargain with a wildcat, or that wolf which Ailsa insists upon keeping.”
“They are men, not animals. They will listen to reason.”
“That is a matter of opinion. I still say—”
“For once, Rhiannon, please, just do as you are told. Put down that weapon and go hide with the others. I shall go and speak with these…these…Norsemen.”
“You are bent on this madness?”
“It is the only way…”
“Then, if you insist upon facing them, I shall be at your side. I consider this a foolhardy notion, but I will not let you go alone.”
Despite Rhiannon’s belligerent tone, Eithne had never been more pleased to have her at her side. Theirs was not an easy relationship, it never had been, but Eithne loved her sister by marriage and was proud of her courage. “Ah, my sister. I see your father in you, and your brother. I shall be glad to have you with me, but by all that is holy, you must keep quiet and let me do the talking.” Eithne turned and dashed towards the path leading down into the narrow cove where the Vikings’ ships already swooped in towards the beach. “And put that damned sword away before someone gets hurt.”
“You are muttering to yourself. What are you saying?” Rhiannon scrambled behind Eithne down the cliff path.
“I am trying to recall a few words of Norse. There were Nordic settlers close to my childhood home on Orkney, and I picked up a few phrases. I thought if I were to greet them cordially…”
“You imagine you might resolve this situation by wishing them a pleasant morning and discussing the weather?”
Eithne did not blame Rhiannon for being incredulous. She could barely believe it herself. But if words were to be her weapons, she would do her best to assemble the best ones.
They emerged from the path onto the sand and shingle, at the same instant that the leading dragon ship swept onto the beach. Already the first of the warriors were leaping over the sides into the surf, wading ashore.
“Wait here,” Eithne commanded. “And say nothing.”
She stepped forward. Alone.

Excerpt from Brandr
“Lady, what are you doing out here?”
She did not see him but heard his low growl from deep within the forested area to the south of their settlement. Eithne stood a moment, and Brandr appeared from among the trees.
She gasped, stepped back. She had momentarily forgotten just how large he was, how menacing. Brandr’s hand shot out to catch her just in time or she would have tumbled backwards into the undergrowth.
“Steady. I do not wish your bottom to be already covered in bruises before I have an opportunity to take a switch to your tender flesh.”
“A…a switch?” Sweet Jesu, she had not bargained on that. A hand-spanking, perhaps…
“Aye. And you may consider yourself fortunate it is not to be worse.”
“Worse? In what way might it be worse?” she wondered aloud.
“You will be punished within the confines of our home. The rest of your people will no doubt hear your cries, but they will not witness your punishment with their own eyes.”
Eithne stared at him, his hard features illuminated by the lamp she still held, though her hand shook. She supposed she should thank him but could not bring herself to do so. His next words rendered such a response unnecessary.
“I see no cause to bare my wife’s body for all to enjoy. Your nudity will be for my eyes alone.”
“You are a savage, Jarl. A barbarian,” she blurted before she could think better of it. “You say these things to frighten me.”
“I say these things because they are true. And were I truly a savage, you would not be standing in front of me pointing the matter out. You would have already tasted the Norse justice you seem so certain of.”
“I do not understand…”
He sighed and released his grip on her arm. “And I do not understand what brings you out so late. Is there a problem, lady?”
“No. I just… I wondered where you were and…and if you needed me to tell you which cottage is mine. Ours.”
“I think you may rely upon me not to become lost. I know which dwelling is yours, Eithne.”
“You mean to share it with me?”
“Of course.”
“This night?”
His lip quirked, the expression caught in the lamplight. “You seem eager, little Pict. Can it be that you imagine you might distract me from administering your punishment by offering me the delights of your body?”

Lord Kendrick's Obligation by Alyssa Bailey

Alyssa Bailey is here today with Lord Kendrick’s Obligation, book 4 in the popular Lords and Little Ladies series.

He wants a lady of quality on his arm, a mistress in his bed, and a princess to pamper.

Blurb

When the time’s right. When he’s ready. When he finds her. But not yet. Lord Anthony Kendrick has obligations he fulfills daily but there is one he has yet to address; finding a wife and begetting heirs. All in due time. Without warning, he discovers the very woman he has been waiting for in his drawing-room, and she needs what he can offer. If he were ready and if she were to agree.
Lady Genevieve Jacobson does not want to marry now, if ever. Her relatives disagree and pressure her to accept the offer of a man thirty years her senior. As the eldest, she is obligated to marry before her sister. Ginny refuses to comply. Suddenly her freedom and her very life is at stake. She must make some dangerous choices if she is to have any say in her future happiness.
When Kendrick finds Ginny has taken matters in her own hands and put herself in mortal danger, he decides the time is right to claim her. Even if she doesn’t agree.
This is book four in the Lords and Little Ladies series but reads as a standalone.
Publisher’s Note: Lord Kendrick’s Obligation is a historical romance that contains elements of mystery, suspense, action, adventure, power exchange, and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:
Her voice grew husky as he began to pull the skirt of the gown up her legs, caressing the skin it uncovered.
Her intake of breath told him he was affecting her and her nipples were hard points beneath the thin cloth of her bridal nightwear. His finger traced a line up her smooth inner thighs, and he found her cunny bush, wet with her essence. His cock jumped in response. As it thickened and grew, Ginny wiggled. Now it was his turn to suck air.
“Did I hurt you?” her voice was thick and husky with passion.
“No, sweetheart. Keep reading.” She whimpered. He tickled the slender column of her neck with his tongue. He felt her shiver as she turned to look at him.
“Kendrick,” she said with a taste of desperation in her voice.
His lips took hers in a deep kiss which she turned her body into. Her hands slid into his hair. His tongue traced the entrance of her mouth, battling with her resistance when she unsealed her lips and her teeth parted. His tongue plunged in her mouth, as his hand massaged her soft, perfect breast. He tweaked the nipple, pinching it just enough to add a zing of pain.
He moved to the other breast as he came up for air. Heavy breaths and more whining from his girl. He needed to claim her and the only way to do that was to take her to his bed. He swooped her up in his arms as he ravaged her lips again. Laying her gently on the bed, she looked dazed. He needed to give her an orgasm before taking their clothes off.
Cunnilingus was off the table this first time and maybe for the first few times because he didn’t want her to be embarrassed in any way but he did enjoy oral loving. She would eventually taste him as well but not tonight. Tonight, he would use his fingers to tease her clit and help her love the experience. He kissed her cheek and down her belly, stopping at her breasts for some extended play.
As he found her belly button, he moved his fingers into position. “Ginny, don’t move. You will enjoy this more if you try to make yourself remain still.”
“Kendrick, I don’t know about this.”
“I do. Now listen to me. I’m taking you to paradise, but you cannot move. I’ll spank you if you do.”
She nodded and her lip was between her teeth again. He reached up and removed it. “No biting your lip because you could bite down on it when I make you come.”
She shivered and nodded. He grinned. He felt like an eagle swooping down on his prey. He put his fingers near her slit and found it well lubricated with her desire. He kissed her belly and teased her clit. She raised up, and he swatted her thigh.
“No moving, woman.”
She answered with a groan.

More about Alyssa Bailey

USA Today and #1 International best-selling author of historic and contemporary romances, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. Along with her husband, she lives where the sky meets the rainforest; the forest meets the mountains that touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.
Alyssa loves writing realistic romance for the naughty in all of us. She takes from her own experiences, often scrambling events from her life with her imagination, ensuring the fictitious worlds she creates seem real and draw you in.
She loves writing power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and loving men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices is a common theme and of course, there’s always a happily ever after.
If she can throw a little humor, or suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters live amongst historical lords and ladies, in the contemporary realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working cowboys and fiercely romantic Indians.

Connect with Alyssa Bailey:

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

Twitter: @blushingalyssa

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/alyssabaileyromance/

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

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

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

Don’t miss these other exciting books from Alyssa Bailey and Blushing Books:

Cowboy Welcome
Taming Texanna

Lords and Little Ladies Series:

Lord Thayer’s Choice (Book 1)
Lord Ashton Decides (Book 2)
The Black Laird Demands (Book3)
Lord Kendrick’s Obligation

Clearwater Ranch Series

Piper's Plan (Book 1)
Camille's Second Chance (Book 2)

Chase Abbey Series:

Lord Barrington's Minx (Book 1)
Becoming Lady Barrington (Book 2)
Lady Caroline's Defiance (Book 3)
His Improper Lady (Book 4)

The O'Connor Series
Liam & Jocelyn's Story
Her Sweet Complication, Liam O'Connor Book 1
Liam's Lessons, Liam O'Connor Book 2
Loving Liam, Liam O'Connor Book 3

Once Upon A Christmas Wedding - an anthology

I love love love a Christmas romance. I also love historical fiction. And weddings! Look at this brilliant treat that promises to get us all in the mood for the upcoming season—a collection of stories from twenty-seven historical romance authors—Once Upon a Christmas Wedding.  

To celebrate the launch of this gorgeous festive collection of historical romances, there's $25 of book money to whizz out to one lucky reader.

Click to enter: http://www.lovebooksdaily.com/featured-read

Buy link - viewbook.at/ChristmasWedding

And look at what a good deal it is:

Price—FREE with Kindle Unlimited

or $2.99 (rising to $4.99 from 1st November) - yes that's less than $0.11 per story!

The authors will be releasing their romances at $2.99+ each when the set retires in mid-January, so this is a HUGE bargain.

Blurb

So remember tis the season
'Tis the season... for wedding bells!
But, the path of true love never did run smooth... as our brides and grooms soon discover.
From the snowbound Highlands to candlelit ballrooms, follow our fearless heroines as they scorn etiquette and defy danger in pursuit of their heart's desire.
Twenty-seven heart-warming historical romances, all set during the festive season. 

Check out the star-studded line up:
HELL’S WEDDING BELLS 
by Annabelle Anders

TWO LADY SCOUNDRELS AND A DUKE 
by Tessa Candle

A WICKED WEDDING
by Laura Trentham

THE RUSSIAN BETROTHAL
by Elsa Holland

THE MISTLETOE MISTRESS
by Maddison Michaels 

DEEDS NOT WORDS
by Ashe Barker

HOLLY AND THE BEAST
by Annabel Joseph

THE WINTER BRIDE
by Emma V Leech

MISTLETOE KISSES
by Elise Marion

THE CHRISTMAS COUNTESS
by K.J. Jackson

MISCHIEF AND MISTLETOE
by Stacy Reid

KIDNAPPED WITH THE KNIGHT
by Emily Murdoch

THE RUSSIAN PRINCE’S BRIDE 
by Mariah Stone 

CHRISTMAS CHARITY 
by Beverley Oakley

THE ANGEL OF AN ASTRONOMER
by Linda Rae Sande

WASSAIL, WAGERS AND WEDDINGS
by S. Cinders

HIGHLAND YULE 
by Sky Purington?

MARRYING MISS BRIGHT 
by Dayna Quince

THE LADY’S GUIDE TO MISTLETOE AND MAYHEM 
by Emmanuelle de Maupassant

BEAUTIFULLY RECKLESS
by Virginia Taylor

KISS ME, MACRAE
by Amy Sandas 

HOLLY AND OLD LACE 
by Vanessa Brooks

HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
by Celeste Jones

A SPINSTER AT THE HIGHLAND COURT
by Celeste Barclay 

THE HOLIDAY HUSSY 
by Merry Farmer

DECEMBER DEBAUCHERY
by Em Brown

WEDDED IN WINTER
by Scarlett Scott

Searching For Home by PK Corey

Getting a new book by PK Corey always makes my day. Searching For Home, the fourth book in the Cal’s Law series it out now. What a cozy read for a rainy night.

He’d already shown her that some things that began with pain could easily be turned into pleasure.

Blurb:

Jenny is happily married to her strong, gorgeous sheriff. She has great friends and a good job. But life is never perfect is it? Within a short time, she and Cal have to move from the home they rent, need to move in with his parents and receive life-changing news from her mother’s lawyer. Jenny’s friend and boss, Allie, has her share of problems too – money woes, grabby clients and burglaries near her work.
When they try to keep their worries from their protective husbands, they find out what it means to have an alpha man to deal with. After the girls are attacked at work, things seem to go from bad to worse. Taking on adult responsibilities is never easy as they’re finding out the hard way. Good thing they have their older friends, Cassie, Sue, Annie and Lily to fall back on.

Disclaimer: Searching For Home, a sweet romance tended for mature readers, has sensual scenes and spanking of adult women. If such content may offend you, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

"Are you planning to keep your clothes on all night?" Jenny asked.
"It is getting a little warm in here, isn't it? A little help, please." He held out his arms, and Jenny came over, laughing, and began unbuttoning his shirt. She loved Cal's body. He was as hard as a rock. His shoulders, abs, legs, and even his butt seemed to be one hard muscle—and it all belonged to her.
She continued to undress him until she reached his boxers. She snapped the waistband sharply and said, "Prepare to be ravaged!" As she yanked them down, she pushed Cal back onto the bed.
His erection was magnificent! And Jenny paused to marvel. Cal looked at her with anticipation. "Think you can handle it?" he asked, grinning.
"Well I'm sure as hell not inviting anyone in to help," she told him as she stripped off her clothes. "It's all mine!" And with that, she went to work. Although Jenny had little experience when she and Cal had married, in this area, she was a natural. She always began by stroking his silky hardness. She made him feel as though she was truly handling something precious and amazing.
When she took him in her mouth, she started slowly. She concentrated on the head as her tongue swirled about. Soon, it wasn't only her tongue swirling—she moved around, coming at him from different angles, taking him in to a different depth. One minute, her hand grasped him firmly. The next, she was pulling away and tickling his balls. It kept him off-balance, never able to anticipate, and she loved having the control.
His release was mind blowing, and he cried out Jenny's name. Completely spent, he lay without moving as Jenny came to curl up by his side and waited for him to come back to himself. When he felt capable of movement, he pulled her tightly to him, lifting her to lie on top of him.
"You're the most incredible woman in the world. Do you realize that?" he asked. "Of course, I do," she answered happily. "Nothing but the best for my husband!" Fifteen minutes later, Jenny sat up, straddling Cal. "Are you ready to go again?" "Damn, Jen, I can't recover that fast. You're going to kill me."
"That's not a problem. You have life insurance, don't you?" she asked sweetly.

PK Corey in her own words:

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

Connect with PK Corey

Email:  pk.corey@yahoo.com

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

Twitter: https://twitter.com/pkcorey

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

Amazon Author page:

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

The Girl in Apartment 1203 by Paige Parsons

Are you in the mood for a little age play? Paige Parsons is here today with The Girl in Apartment 1203 which is book 2 in her Sugar 101 series.

It’s time for them to renegotiate their daddy arrangement.

Blurb: He waited more than a decade, deciding that his single chance at love had slipped him by, and Jack wasn’t looking for it but somehow love had found its way back into his heart and into his life. He was content to build his business, socialize when he was required to and go on the occasional outing with his business partner. The latter was more an indulgence of friendship than anything he wanted to do.
Keila left for college with a single goal in mind: put as much distance between her overbearing mother and grandmother as she possibly could and figure out who she was and who she could become out of their clutches. She tried her hand as the campus party girl and nearly got herself booted from the dormitory for her efforts. Luckily for her she had an RA who saw more and took her under her wing. She couldn’t have imagined that one late night conversation over cheesecake would change the trajectory of her college career and alter her entire future in was not conceived.
One weekend of theatre, dinner, and stuffed French toast brought them together, but what would it take to keep them together. Can a girl with daddy issues and a man with a wall around his heart find what they need from a relationship in one another or will they get stuck in the platonic daddy arrangement they believed was all they needed?
Communication is key and honesty is at the root of any good relationship. Keila will need to come clean about her relationship with Jack and set some clear boundaries with her family and Jack will need to reveal his more stern and exacting ways to see if Keila can handle a next level daddy arrangement.
Asking for exactly what you want can be hard, but a good daddy somehow usually figures it out. His gift of discernment is what makes him special. He’s fulfilling a need and being completed himself at the same time. He’s creating a safe place you need to be the best you possible.
Keila and Jack meet through friends who have taken their arrangement to the next level. Now, it’s their turn to finish what they started in the way that works best for them. It’s time to renegotiate their Daddy Arrangement.

Disclaimer: The Girl in Apartment 1203 contains fantasy scenes appropriate for mature readers. Ages 18 and over only! Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual sexual activity

Please note: This is the second book in the Sugar 101 series and is better appreciated if you have first read book 1, The Daddy Arrangement

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Excerpt:

“That’s her. No, don’t stare.”
“What’s her story?”
“I don’t know. Marcey just calls her the girl in apartment 1203. She used to live on nine in that big corner apartment. We used to joke that it must be nice to have mommy and daddy footing the bills for this place, but her roommate moved out at the end of the term and rumor has it that she married the man we thought was her daddy.”
“Wow! How do you and Marcey find this stuff out?”
“Get your nose out of the books sometimes and hang out with us when folks come over. You would know these things too. You know nobody’s seen her with anyone except the hot older dude who lives on her floor. Ron and Chris both got shot down when they asked her out.”
Ding. The doors opened on eleven and those two heifers had the nerve to exit and then turn back and wave. Keila wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing she’d heard their petty gossip or was at all affected by it. She smiled, waved back, and immediately smashed the door close button so hard the pressure shot through hand and up her wrist. When the doors opened on her floor Keila turned left to her side of the building then sprinted left and down the hall grateful for the carpeting that covered the hallway from the elevators down both ends of the hall on either side. The building had kept the elevator bank marble which matched the lobby, but would have made her rapidly falling footsteps echo like thunder with the chunky heel she was rocking. They weren’t really uncomfortable, once she managed to walk further than the car to her chair, but they would never be as easy as her ballet flats. According to Brianna though no one would take her seriously at her internship if she looked all of fifteen years old.
Shutting the door behind her and turning both locks finally gave her a reason to exhale and quieted the voices still reverberating in her head of the girls from the elevator. Keila knew it was foolish to let silly building gossip break her down. Michael, Brianna, and especially Jack had all told her that the first night they’d all been together again, once Jack was all moved into his own place across the hall and the happy couple had returned from their honeymoon.

More about Paige Parsons

Interracial Romance Author
Drinker of Coffee
World Traveler
Japan Dweller

Paige Parsons lives in Japan and travels the world in her free time. She likes to joke that she doesn’t have the energy for pets, plants, or people, but in reality she takes great care of her relationships.
She comes from a family of artists (musicians, singers, painters, photographers, and performers) and never imagined living an ordinary life. Their support and legacy means she has always been encouraged to be extraordinary.
Although she doesn’t have children of her own she is known on two continents as the “World’s Greatest Titi (auntie)”. The lesson she always wants to impart is that ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!
Paige published her first novel with Blushing Books in 2016, after a chance encounter with a fellow author on Facebook over musical theatre lyrics. That encounter confirmed that the Universe always gives you what you need when you’re truly ready to receive it. She will always be grateful for unexpected opportunities.
She is a creative Joan of all Trades, with her first love being theatre. Paige, a native New Yorker, has always loved the world of make believe. Whether reading, writing or performing she loves a good story. Books have always been a great way to escape for Paige and they still are, but now instead of just reading about unique characters and exotic locations she's creating them.
Having spent the last 25 years collecting stories around the world and around the stage it's no surprise that Paige loves to tell stories, read stories, and put stories up on their feet.
Read a Paige Parsons' book and take a peek at what's going on behind the curtain!

"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!" 

~Hunter S. Thompson

A Baby For The Bratva by Chloe Kent

The wonderfully wicked Chloe Kent is here with her book A Baby For The Bratva today, a dark, reverse-harem mafia romance.

Blurb:

The Bychkov Bratva needs an heir. Now. They wanted a girl quickly so they chose an orphanage where no one would ask questions.
They planned to use her until she was pregnant. Instead they got twenty-one-year-old American Starla Anderson. When the Russian Mafia invades the orphanage where she lives, in the middle of the night, throwing the nuns who raised her, into a petrified frenzy, it’s Starla who is chosen as the only one who could possibly survive the Bratva and their demands.
But in spite of her own fear of the three massive, glowering and scary men, Starla has to think and act fast. With her heart thundering in her chest, her body on fire at their presence alone, she sees an opportunity, something that might help the other girls at the impoverished orphanage at a chance of a better life. She lays out her only condition. Her body for a fee… Except… No one says no to the Bratva,
Publisher’s Note: A Baby For The Bratva is a reverse-harem, dark romance, intended for adults only. It contains elements of mystery, suspense, ménage, sensual scenes, adult language, power exchange and a guaranteed HEA. If any of these offend you, please do not buy this book.

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Excerpt:

She couldn’t look at them. Didn’t want to be seen by them. But there was nowhere to hide her shame, her total lack of control. It hung in the air and clung to her skin like a scarlet letter. She’d orgasmed during what Mikhail had told her time and again was a routine exam, he certainly did not try to seduce her. None of them did. In fact, they treated her anything but romantically. It was a professional clinical examination, but she had melted under their gazes, burned with their touch, and didn’t have any kind of experience that could have helped her stop her body from reacting to them the way it had.
How was she supposed to face them now? She had come across as haughty, indignant, prideful, and now… now she was reduced to nothing more than a woman who had come when they touched her—it didn’t even matter why they were touching, just that they did.
From the moment they had slipped into her gaze on entering Sister Nadya’s office, her body had suffered the onslaught of their maleness, of their scary power and their blatant intentions toward her. And she had given in to that struggle against her better judgment. Three strange men she couldn’t tell apart from a blob of clay, that’s how little she knew them which amounted to absolutely nothing.
The atmosphere around her felt doused with fuel. And the tension from their own bodies set the air to fire. She couldn’t tell anything by their expressions. She just wanted the Earth to swallow her up and keep her there. Forever.
The sound of Mikhail’s fingers leaving her body deafened her. He had waited until the last of her spasms had died down. Her wetness was unmistakable now. The scent of her arousal undeniable.
Still breathing raggedly, she covered her face with her hands, shutting her thighs as soon she was released. The sound of Mikhail removing the gloves to which her wetness had clung,
hammered another nail of disgrace into her.
“Get dressed,” Dimitry ordered. Did she imagine the roughness in his voice had taken on a kind of soft hoarseness? That he sounded strained?
She was too abased to argue, to fight, to rebel. Shakily she removed herself from the cot, grateful that the three of them had formed a circle and now spoke softly amongst themselves. Their attention wasn’t on her, thankfully.
Slipping into her underwear, she didn’t recognize her body as her own. She felt different. Not herself. Her body had betrayed her and didn’t seem to want to stop. As long as she was in their presence, could inhale their scent, her skin tingled, her nipples swelled and her… her… pussy ached for something she couldn’t even name.

More about Chloe Kent

Chloe Kent has been hooked on romance since her teens and couldn’t wait to grow up and write her own romance novels. Her spirited heroines usually require at least two… sometimes more incredibly hot heroes to keep her happy and that's exactly how Chloe writes them.
Her favorite pastimes include her husband, her dog, and books. Her biggest fear is running out of coffee or her imagination.

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Submitting To Two Doms by BJ Wane

BJ Wane is back with another book that has readers swooning! Submitting To Two Doms, cowboy domes book 5, is full of lusty cowboy doms who take the upper hand, so to speak, with the gorgeous, feisty, Kelsey Hammond.

She was sent to them to protect and became a responsibility they couldn’t resist.

Blurb: After Kelsey Hammond was assaulted, her former FBI foster parents pleaded with her to spend a few weeks with their friends in Montana while they investigated the incident. Since she would do anything for them, she grudgingly agreed, wondering how she would pass the time on a ranch in the middle of nowhere without going stir crazy. As soon as she caught sight of her two hosts, Greg Young and Devin Fisher, she decided what better way to take her mind off her troubles than with an affair with one of them.
Ex-FBI agents, Greg and Devin, vowed never to get personally involved with another woman under their protection after their last case ended in tragedy. When their former boss asked for their help, the two best friends butt heads over how to answer them. Between the insecurity reflected in Kelsey’s blue eyes, the desperation behind her flirtations and discovering her submissive side, both men found themselves succumbing to the petite blonde.
While Kelsey basked in the dominant attention of both her cowboys, she continued to insist she couldn’t wait to get back to her life in Philadelphia. It wasn’t until the threat against her was verified that the truth came out about her past and a few disturbing mishaps occurred that Greg and Devin had to consider one of their guests was there to harm the woman they’d both grown to care for. It took the guys saving her life, freeing her to return home for Kelsey to realize home really was where the heart was and hers was in Montana with her two cowboys.
Disclaimer: Submitting To Two Doms contains fantasy scenes appropriate for mature readers. Ages 18 and over only! Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

She nodded before lying face down on the padded bench with a cutout for her nose and mouth. With her knees resting on the kneeler and her hips perched on the edge of the bench, the position was surprisingly comfortable. Until her arms were strapped down at her sides with a band over each wrist, followed by a wide strap tightening across her lower back. She yanked on the restraints, an automatic response to the ripple of unease that dulled her initial excitement. The instant anxiety over her helplessness changed with just as much speed to an arousing wave of heat, dispelling her cold panic as much as their deep voices rumbling in her ears.
“Deep breath, Kelsey. You’re all right.” Devin’s no-nonsense order.
“We’re right here, little bit. You’re safe.” Greg’s warmer encouragement.
Hearing both men so close eased the last of her tension while ratcheting up her arousal. “Remember,” Greg continued as she felt Devin move away, “you don’t tell us, we tell you.” He slid his hand down to her skirt and pulled it up. Cool air rose goosebumps across her buttocks as he lowered her panties, exposing her backside to whoever stood close enough to see. “Give me a color.” His hand cracked on her right cheek.
“Green, Sir,” she gasped, no longer caring if she had an audience. The only thing that mattered was having their hands and mouths on her again. As far as fucking in public, that was something she shied away from contemplating.
“Good girl. Keep your head down. Devin is returning with vibrating anal beads. You’ll like those.”
Anal beads? Oh, dear. Just what have I gotten myself into this time? They didn’t give her time to wonder or fret. Fingers spread her cheeks and rubbed ointment around her puckered back entrance before pushing past the tight resistance to grease her insides. She shook as those thick digits pulled out of her and a row of cool, hard, round balls were pressed inside her.
“Relax, baby,” Devin ordered as she tensed against the tight stretching and stuffed-full sensation encompassing her rectum. “Just two more.”
Another push and the fourth smooth globe rolled inside her. Kelsey shook from the last insertion, exhaling her pent-up breath on a whoosh as soon as she adjusted to the foreign invasion. The next ten minutes passed in a blur of painful, stimulating swats delivered across both buttocks with a leather paddle as small pulsations erupted along the sensitive tissues lining her rear channel. Her tormentor’s deep murmurs kept her on edge as effectively as the slow build-up of throbbing, heated pain.
“You pushed for our attention, and now you have it.” Devin caressed one burning cheek.
“And you’ve thanked us for our thoughtfulness by complaining.” She heard the paddle fall on the floor and assumed that was Greg’s hand roaming over her other buttock.
Be careful stating what you want. Kelsey hadn’t been, she knew that now, as she lay bound and at their mercy. She knew they wouldn’t hurt her and knowing the safeword gave her the courage not to use it as they released her wrists and the middle strap and then covered her eyes with a silk blindfold as she lifted her head.

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

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His For The Taking by Brandi Evans

Today Brandi Evans brings us His For the Taking, the first book in the Red Light Fantasies.

Not all love stories play by society’s rules.

Blurb:

I love managing Red Light Lingerie, a sexy boutique in Dallas. I get to spend my days talking to people about bedroom wear, sex toys, and enhancement lotions for all occasions. But by far, my favorite erotic job perk is my sexy British boss, Maxwell Penn.
Max is a Matthew McConaughey look-alike who’s equal parts dreamboat and domineering pain in the neck, and I regularly fluctuate between “I want to bed him” and “I want to strangle him.” But still, yum.
The paradigm of our relationship, however, changes irrevocably when a lingerie designer, a friend of Max’s from Britain, comes to town, and I have to stand in for a no-show lingerie model. Before I can say G-string, I find myself sandwiched between Max and his dark-n-sexy friend.
I’d be in total heaven if it weren’t for the guilt swirling in Max’s blue eyes. I have no idea why it’s there, but I’m bound and determined to find out.
Publisher’s Note: His for the Taking contains descriptions of consensual activities, including eroticism and discipline. If you object to these elements, please do not read this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt
I yanked against my restraints. The material stretched with my movements, but my hands stayed firmly bound at the small of my back.
“See, Max? This is one sturdy piece of lingerie.”
My mind exploded with images of what they could do to me, completely helpless and practically naked. Should I worry? A smart woman probably would—but the look in Max’s eyes—
I’d never wanted him more than I did at that moment.
Garrett’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Also, I designed the top so the two front halves can be pushed together to allow quick and easy access to the tits without having to untie any restraints already put in place. Would you like a demonstration of that, too?”
Max’s gaze stayed locked with mine, never veering, never faltering. “I’m thinking.”
I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. But who was I fooling? I’d wanted Max to touch me for a long time. I’d dreamed about it and gotten off while imagining him fucking me. But what about Garrett? I’d fantasized about being with multiple men, too, so I’d consider his presence icing on the beefcake.
Part of me wished Max and I were alone, but it was probably better we weren’t. Less intimate, which I needed. As it was, the intensity of his stare threatened to melt me into a puddle.
“Please touch me, Max,” I whispered, unable to stop myself. At least, I think I verbalized the words, but I may have simply mouthed them. “Please.”
Max’s eyes widened. His nostrils flared. And he hesitated a long, tortuous moment before stepping into me and yanking the garment’s outer edges into the valley between my breasts, completely exposing me—and then cupping the undersides of my breasts.

More about Brandi Evans

Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that's way more interesting than the truth!
In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.
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