The Pirate's Daughter by Marie Hall

Thank you for joining Marie Hall and me today as we look at The Pirate’s Daughter, Master and Command Her, Book One.

Ropes and Knots. Proper rigging makes the difference

Blurb:

Kidnapped and blackmailed into marriage, Captain Devin Winthrop now has a wife. One who’s beautiful, smart, willing in bed, and a pirate’s daughter. And she has a few pirate tendencies of her own.

Set to finish his career with smooth sailing in the Caribbean, Devin knows a storm is coming. Can he raise sail and outrun the dangers, or will he be sunk to the ocean floor?

A captain in her papa’s merchant fleet, Mia Cadley doesn’t willingly give up the helm. Nor does she always sail above board.

When her father forces her to wed as a means to protect her, she resists letting her husband become her master and commander. But can she hold course against a tide of pleasure beyond imagining?

Disclaimer: The Pirate’s Daughter is 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 Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking or other sexual activity or the spanking of minors

Buy link: Amazon

Synopsis:

Devin Winthrop is at the helm of his life and the royal navy ship the Iron Rose. His course is set and his compass true. The Caribbean Sea is the perfect place to finish out his career and he expects only fair winds.

Then he is kidnapped and blackmailed into marriage. And while his new bride is beautiful, smart and willing in bed she is also a pirate’s daughter. One with more than a few pirate qualities of her own.

Can Devin pull the wind from his wife’s sails, without more than shots across her stern before she ties an anchor around his neck and sinks him to the ocean floor? Or will the pirate’s daughter succeed in plundering his world, his career and worst yet his heart? The winds are turning but whose sails will they fill?

Captain of Her Destiny

Mia Cadley is no jellyfish. She’s lived her entire life aboard the beautiful sailing ships of her papa’s fleet. She’d captained her own ships on all the salt seas. But under the guise of their merchant business Mia and Papa are working to solve the mystery of who’s responsible for her mother’s death? And perhaps not all her methods are above boards.

When her papa forces her to wed, a navy captain no less, in order to keep her safe, Mia is resistant to everything he might offer her. Even if what he offers are pleasures beyond her imagining.

Can Mia hold her own again a man who’d try and set the course for her? Or will his ability to master and command her body as well as his commitment to disciple her acts of mutiny sink her ship before she can find safe harbor?

Sail together or break apart on the rocks.

A ship can have only one captain, both Devin and Mia must set course and sail as one if they’re going to stay afloat in the increasingly dangerous conditions on the seas they sail. Can two people as different as east and west find common winds in a hurricane of love before the tides turn against them? Passion is high on the seas as they try but the currents may not be in their favor.

Marie Hall, in her own words:.

Marie Hall, Romance and a little something more

Romance can be found in all things. Romance with a little something more, is even better. I write Romance with that little something more. A little more heat, a little more fun and a little more kink. My stories are romance for the heart and erotic for the body. A dominate man willing to take on a woman who needs to learn how to submit without giving away everything she is, this is the theme I use in my writing.

Winner of Romance Writers of America, Hearts of Denver Chapter, Aspen Gold Award in Erotic Category

Two-time nominee Best of Spanking Romance

Connect with Marie Hall:

Twitter @cynsity2

Facebook @cynsityRomancewriter

Instagram @cynsitywriting

Amazon  https://www.amazon.com/Marie-Hall/e/B00UZQX84E/

Website http://cynsitywriting.org/

 

#SatSpanks - laying down the law

Thank you for visiting. This month I’m sharing excerpts from A Time For Will, a time travel romance.

Will Dawson has been transported o modern times from his home in 1885. The deserted ranch he finds looks only vaguely like the one he left behind. Nothing has prepared him for the sassy, outspoken girl he meets there, Lissie Pettigrew.

As far as he’s concerned, the ranch was his long before her name was on the title, therefore he’s still master of the place. Lissie is slowly getting used to this idea.

The ripple of the muscles in Will’s thighs as he pinned her down made Lissie’s heart race.

Undistracted by anything about her, he said, “You will speak to me with respect, do you understand?” His hands made circles first on one bottom cheek, then the other.

Lissie wasn’t going to be intimidated that easily. She pressed her lips together.

“I said, do you understand?”

When he started spanking her, she realized that she’d forgotten how strong he was.

Smack smack smack.

“Yes! I understand!” she said, despising herself for giving in so easily.

She danced on the spot, struggling to get away from him. Wriggling only made him hold her wrists together tighter.

He smacked her bottom harder. “I don’t want to hear any cussing, swearing, sassing or backtalk from you.”

“Okay. I said, yes, I understand.”

He spanked the top of her thighs. “If I do, you’ll get one of these each time, understood? Only the spankings will get harder and last longer.”

He delivered another volley of slaps to her reddening bottom.

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#SatSpanks - Don't poke the bear

Thank you for visiting today. This month I’m sharing excerpt from my time travel book: A Time For Will, Will Dawson has travelled to modern times from his home in 1885. On the now deserted ranch, he’s met Lissie Pettigrew and her younger sister Hope who have agreed to help him adjust to life in the 21st century.

This is the morning after they’ve met and Will has come into Lissie and Hope’s bedroom

“We have a very busy day ahead of us. Out of the sack, lazybones.”

Will smacked Lissie’s bottom.

“Hey!” She threw back her sleeping bag, nailing him with the stink eye.

“You better take that look off your face, little darling, or I’ll take it off for you. Right now it’s time for you to get up and fix us some grub.”

“I’m not your fucking maid.”

The words were barely out of Lissie’s mouth when Will closed the distance between them, taking hold of her forearms. He raised her off the cot with as little effort as lifting a pillow. Then he marched her over to the window seat.

“Hey!” she screamed, trying to stop his action with the volume of her voice. Her efforts to escape him while he held her in his viselike grip were useless.

Ignoring her protests, he planted one foot on the bench of the window seat, while bending her over his knee and lifting her nightie. He murmured with satisfaction at the sight of her naked bottom.

“How handy,” he said, not bothering to hide the smile in his voice.

Lissie wished she’d worn panties but she suspected that wouldn’t have made a difference. He would have just pulled them down. She’d poked the bear and the bear was angry.

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Catching Carrie by Pippa Greathouse

Pippa Greathouse latest fun-filled novel  Catching Carrie is out now! This story features a feisty heroine and an implacably dominant hero – a combination that makes this spicy Western hard to put down.

She was nineteen: not much more than a child. If she continued to defy him, he was prepared to spank her like one.

Blurb:

Carrie Thompson arrives in Lesterville, Washington Territory, in 1885, quite alone. She has no money, no friends and, with the hotel full, no place to stay. Hank Barrow, the man she is to marry fails to show up to meet her, and she has no idea what to do.

On top of that, the justice of the peace has left town and won’t be back for well over two weeks.

When the sheriff of Lesterville, Sam Pettigrew, offers the top floor of his house to her, she has no option but to accept his hospitality; after all, he has assured her that Mr. and Mrs. Clancy, the caretakers, will be there to chaperone her.

One thing she learns about Sam, however, is that, while he is willing to go to great lengths to protect her, he has very little patience with young ladies who are not completely honest with him—and those who disobey. She, unfortunately, has already broken that rule and is about to break it again.

As days go by, she sees no sign of her intended. When she does finally see him, she realizes his instability and volatility, and she’s left with a choice. Can she make the right decision?

Or will keeping her word endanger her own life?

Publisher's Note: Catching Carrie contains punishments of an adult woman. If this offends you, please do not buy or read it.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Her hands reached up around his neck before she knew it, and she eagerly tasted his tongue, allowing her own to dance delicately with his. Suddenly, she realized how wanton she seemed, and gave a strangled cry.

“Carrie,” he said gruffly into her hair. “Marry me. I cannot allow you to marry Hank Barrow. I’ll tell him that I have forbidden you to—”

“—Samuel Pettigrew.” As if she fully heard what he’d just said, she stiffened. “You have forbidden me? I seem to recall you telling him that it was up to me. That no one would make that decision for me. And if I decide not to marry him, I'll pay him back the money he spent from what I earn from my sewing. He must be patient and wait for me to make it.”

Sam stared down at her, his eyes narrowing. “Are you refusing my offer of marriage, then?

She pushed back against his chest, glaring. Her voice was angry. “‘Carrie, marry me,’ is not an offer, Sheriff Pettigrew. It’s an order. I haven't made up my mind. And I’ll answer you when you ask. Nicely.” She stepped back. “I’ve decided I wish to be courted. Properly.”

“Have you now,” His voice was amused.

Although she couldn’t see his face clearly in the darkness, she heard the mirth in his voice.

“Yes. I have. With buggy rides. And flowers. And a ring. And I wish my suitor to get down on one knee to beg me to marry him.” She lifted her chin and then turned away.

“I see. Do you see Hank Barrow doing that?”

“I don’t care. It's what I want. I'll tell him that. Maybe if he knows—”

“If you tell him anything, I’ll insist on going with you. You are absolutely not to go alone.”

She whirled back, stomping a foot. But the softness of the ground and the softness of her foot somehow lost the desired effect. “I don’t need anyone to go with me.” Turning to march back up to the house, she made it two steps before she was lifted off the ground and tucked under his arm.  She kicked and squirmed, trying to get away. “Let me go!”

 

Sam took her to the porch, and put one foot up on the second step. Taking her by the waist, he plopped her over his thigh, holding her there with one hand. With the other, he lifted the tail of her gown and planted ten hard swats on her bare bottom, before standing her upright to face him.

“Let that be a warning, young lady. If I so much as catch a hint of you planning to go out there by yourself, the next spanking you get will be with the strap. Hear me?”

Even on the second step, she was forced to crane her neck to meet his eyes. Her own were blazing with anger, but tears were pooling. She turned to run into the house, forgetting the last step. When his hands on her waist caught her, and set her upright on the top, she took off, jerking open the front door and running up the staircase to her room.

More about Pippa Greathouse

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

 Since then, the writing has continued.   She now is an author for Blushing Books, and loves what she does. Her favorite genre is historical fiction romances, where men are “strong, Alpha men” and their feisty ladies who are in need of the discipline they are sure to provide. And historical fiction is perfect for that!

Connect with Pippa Greathouse:

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

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

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

Twitter:  @PippaG6

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: Book 1

Katie's New Daddy by Allysa Hart

Attention all lovers of age play! The sequel to Adopting Katie is available now. This latest book from Allysa Hart is called Katie’s New Daddy. Reviewers call it a roller coaster ride with sadness and hope, confusion and support in all the right ratios.

Blurb:

Widowed mother Katelyn Summers, knows her husband would have wanted her to move on and find happiness for herself and a father for their infant son. Knowing that doesn't make doing it any easier, and she is spiraling fast as she struggles with balancing her new normal with her old wants and needs.

Jeff has always been a natural leader, controlling all aspects of his life with a confidence that rivals no other. When a failed marriage crumbles that confidence, he leaves his entire world behind and loses himself in his work. Nothing can bring him home, until he meets her.

Can these two help each other move on from their painful pasts and into their happily ever after together? How does Katie’s unique family fit into the mix? Can you really have your cake and eat it too?

Please note: Katie’s New Daddy includes discipline of an adult woman and age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Rose cleared her throat to get her attention, but Katie defiantly turned her gaze in the opposite direction.

Rose moved in close, speaking quietly. “If that is how you want to play this situation, then you may go have a timeout on the sofa over there.” Her breath tickled Katie’s ear.

Katie faced the direction of said sofa but shook her head. There was no way she was going to sit away from everyone like an errant child. She would have to answer for her potty mouth, but that would happen in private.

“That was not a suggestion, little girl. You will go plant your bottom on the couch with both of your feet flat on the floor and your palms on your knees. You will pick a place on the carpet in front of you to focus on and will not move a muscle until I come and get you.” The stern directive sent a shiver down the entire length of Katie’s spine. Her heart wanted to obey, wanted to hand over control, but her brain would not let go, and she could not make herself move.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Her voice sounded wooden to her own ears, and she was taken aback by her audacity. Katie was naughty, especially deep in her Little space, but she wasn’t usually defiant. It wasn’t in her nature. She yearned to please those around her, especially Rose and Keith. Her brain and heart continued their tug of war until the final nail was hammered into her psyche.

“You may either obey and have your discreet time-out on the comfortable couch, or I will take you by the ear and we can find a bathroom for the attitude adjustment you are so desperately begging for.”

Katie’s muscles went rigid, and she shut her eyes tight. Rose did not make idle threats, ever.

More about Allysa Hart:

I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days.

I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.

Connect with Allysa Hart:

Blog: http://allysahart.wordpress.com/

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

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BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/allysa-hart

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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Allysa-Hart/e/B01M747C3A

Email: allycat5765@gmail.com

Between Despair and Ecstasy by Daryl Devore

Daryl Devore has a new book out! Between Despair and Ecstasy is Book 3 in her Two Hearts One Love trilogy.

Blurb

Concerned for his fiancée’s safety, rock star Darien Scott races to Bangkok to protect Erika Bailey, only to discover his brother is missing. Fearing the worst, he contacts his nemesis, Gan, and makes a repulsive deal that will free his brother and protect Erika’s club, The Pink Flamingo. Or so he thinks. When a python and Gan are involved, things go sour, and Darien sinks into a deep depression.

Erika is disheartened by the betrayal of her parents. Her father's destruction of her club and the humiliation of her mother’s drunken behavior have her feeling down, but those are the least of her worries. She has a wedding to plan, but won’t. Having been betrayed too often, she’s scared to trust Darien.

How can Erika prove to herself and Darien that she loves and trusts him? Simple. All she has to do is jump out of a plane.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Sweat streamed off Darien’s brow. Some dripped into his eyes. It stung. His heart throbbed against his ribs. Fire inched down his throat. Every muscle in his body ached. His head pounded from the pandemonium. The explosions. The screams. The pain threatening to split his skull. Dropping his head back, he closed his eyes. His chest heaved as he gulped air. He needed a moment. Get some strength back.

The screams grew louder.

Damn.

He inhaled and released a long breath.

They wanted him. He had to continue. To perform. Like a trained monkey. Do people even do that anymore? Train monkeys? He peeled his eyes open. The glare of the overhead lights blazed down at him. He lifted his head. The screams grew louder.

“Oh. So, you want more?”

But what if I don’t have any more? What if I just can’t continue? Twelve weeks. Four shows a week. I’m beat.

The roar from eighty thousand Parisians was tumultuous. Fans yelled at the top of their lungs. They pounded their feet on the floor, raising their hands in the air, clapping. Glow sticks, cell phones, and lighters swayed like flowers in a breeze.

He grinned. Eighty thousand Parisians and one fiancée. He glanced to his left. Seated on the top stage step was Erika. She’d arrived just minutes before the show started. Just enough time for a passionate—but quick—hello kiss. He needed more. He needed her, and he knew it. She smiled at him. He loved that smile. He could stare at it all day. The way her soft lips curved up, a hint of sassiness in her expression.

Just finish the show. Grab Erika and run. Dodge the fans. Just get out of here.

He looked out over the crowd. “But what if I’m too tired to continue?”

“No,” the crowd wailed.

He grinned. “Well, maybe I could go on if you told me you loved me.”

The cacophony of sounds was deafening. “Je t’aime. Love you.”

He lifted his hands. “Do you love me?”

“Oui. Yes.”

He ripped his black t-shirt over his head and threw it into the fans. “Do. You. Love. Me?” He yelled out as he glanced at Erika.

She jumped up and down, screaming with the crowd.

“I can’t hear you.”

The building shook with the fans’ frenzy.

“Five. Six. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.”

Fireworks exploded. Lasers shot around the stadium. Cass, the drummer, crashed the symbols as Darien spun, posed, then inhaled a deep breath and opened his mouth to sing.

More buy links:

eXtasy Books

KOBO

BookStrand 

Interview with Daryl Devore:

What inspired you to write your first book?

My grade 10 Creative Writing teacher. We had to write a chapter 1 and he told me to keep going instead of doing the other writing projects. By the end of the semester I had finished it.

Do you have a specific writing style?

I don't think so. I just write the story the way it presents itself to me.

How did you come up with the title?

I usually ask for help. I have some very creative friends.

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

The one I am writing on doesn't have a name yet. But the next is a Christmas short story and will be released in Dec and is called – Love in the Key of C.

Tell us something you hate doing. Why?

DISHES! I'm an only child so they was never a time I could pawn the job off on a sibling.

Tell us something nobody knows about you.

If I do, then everyone will know about it.

More about Daryl Devore:

Daryl Devoré (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She's 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.

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#SatSpanks - A thorn by any other name

Happy November! If you’re in the Pacific Northwest like I am, I hope you enjoyed this week’s blast of winter. Time to curl up in a comfy chair with some spicy romance. How about a sweet love story with a time travel twist?
In A Time For Will, Will Dawson has traveled to modern times from his home in 1885. On the now deserted ranch, he’s met Lissie Pettigrew and her younger sister Hope. At the moment they are sorting out the correct forms of addressing each other. Will, being from a bygone era, had expected they would call each other Miss Pettigrew and Mr. Dawson respectively. Lissie has persuaded Will that such formality would be jarring in the 21st century. He agrees to use first names.

Lissie smiled at his capitulation. “Will it is then. You may call me Lissie, short for Felicity. You can call Hope, Hope, short for pain in the ass.”

Will leaned over, took her chin with one hand and turned it toward him. “I may be your guest but my claim to this property goes back long before you came here. Therefore, I will be the master of this house and you and your sister will learn to mind me. I mentioned your language before and I do not want to have to mention it again.” He let her chin go and turned to make sure that Hope was listening. “I will not speak to either of you about coarse language again. If I hear either of your cursing, if either of you sass me, you will go over my knee for a quick correction. Do I make myself clear?”

“You do.” Lissie forked a piece of meat and brought it to her mouth without looking at him. Warm dampness blossomed between her thighs. Her body was betraying her, building a hunger that was totally wrong in the current situation. The self-loathing that followed it did nothing to extinguish the desire coursing faster and faster through her veins.

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

Romancing the Coast series:

Seeing Ronnie, (book 1)

Holding Cynthia (book 2)

Simon in Charge series –

Simon in Charge – 3 book box set

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

Simon Says

Winning Sadie (book 2) – also available on Audible

Sadie Says I Do (book 3)

A Christmas short story:

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

Chosen By the High Judge

This tagline for Chosen by the High Judge: “She can’t hide from her alien judge. Whenever she is aroused, her skin changes colour” intrigued me. Doesn’t it make you want to know more? Read on!

"I want to punish your sweet, bare ass with my hand."

Blurb:

After twenty-year-old Zara Webb is arrested for delinquent behavior while living as an exchange student in an alien colony, she is placed into the custody of High Judge Galen Hosta. For the duration of her sentence, she will live in Galen’s home and under his authority, and the stern, handsome warrior will have the right not only to punish her in any way he sees fit, but also to take her to his bed and enjoy her beautiful body in any way he pleases.

Within moments of her sentence being pronounced, Zara finds herself over Galen’s lap for a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking. But when she kneels at his feet, blushing crimson as she is made to thank him for her well-deserved punishment in the most humiliating way possible, she cannot hide her helpless arousal.

Over the coming days, Zara discovers that Galen’s mastery of her body will be far more thorough than she would have thought possible, yet even as she is brought to one intense, shameful climax after another, her need for him only grows stronger. But when her sentence is complete and she is no longer his prisoner, will she choose to stay by his side as his mate?

Publisher’s Note: Chosen by the High Judge is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Chosen by the Governor. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy Link: Amazon

Excerpt:

“You’re a prisoner. You will earn my trust. If you behave, then I shall reward you with greater liberties. The first test is to take down your pants and bend over my lap. Now!”

Her mouth hung open for a few seconds. “But… but why?”

“Your ass needs tempering. And, I want to punish it.” He touched the back of the chair as if to claim it. “It’s time you took responsibility for the trouble you’re in, or have you forgotten what a naughty human you’ve been?”

The reprimand was the sort of silly thing her father might say to her when she’d done something wrong—naughty girl, Zara. Except when Galen said the words, they didn’t sound the slightest bit silly. He’d given them an edge, a hardness in his tone that made her pulse race and her skin tingle.

He pulled her to her feet. Before she could protest, he sat on the chair, drew her down and over his lap, and began to pull down her waistband. He dragged her pants down to her knees and as she wriggled, he did the same to her panties. No cool rush of air hit her skin; she was too hot to feel anything remotely refreshing. She clenched her ass cheeks tight together and went rigid.

Was this any less humiliating than being tied to a post and whipped while the world watched on? Probably, it certainly felt that way.

The smack of his hand on her ass caused her to jump up, so he grabbed her arm and pinned it behind her back, then hooked his leg over hers, preventing her from rising up. The next smack drove her deeper onto his lap until she felt the hard muscles of his thighs.

She squawked as he continued to switch from one buttock to another at a rapid pace and the noise echoed around his office in a horrible way, as if her bottom had been turned into a drum set.

“Oh, ow, ow!” she howled, feeling each slap meet her tense cheeks. She knew she should try to calm down, but she couldn’t. The more she battled against him, the harder his hand came down and the worse it felt.

She’d never been spanked before. It wasn’t horrendously painful or even agonizing, but it still damn well hurt. She tried to twist her bottom to one side, but he’d locked her in place with his firm grip.

“Keep still, little human,” he commanded and rained down a few more smacks.

Little human!

What an insulting remark—it made her sound weak. She humped his lap in protest and drummed her toes on the floor. Her panties joined her pants around her ankles. Now her legs were completely bare.

“You will learn to keep still or these spankings will last longer,” Galen said.

More about Jaye Peaches:

I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy spending time with my family, sometimes drawing, cat watching and if good weather allows, which being England is never often enough, I’m pulling up the weeds in my garden.

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Held In Custody by Ashe Barker

Ashe Barker joins me today with her latest book, Held in Custody a steamy time travel story.

His job is to protect. He intends to do his job, whether she likes it or not

Blurb: When he encounters an injured young woman while on a motorcycle ride on the small Scottish island of North Uist, police officer Finn Olsen immediately comes to her aid, but to his surprise her dialect proves all but incomprehensible to him. To make matters worse, she first tries to run and then does her best to stab him with a dagger after he catches her.

Recognizing that the woman is confused and distraught, Finn disarms her, handcuffs her, and brings her back to the local police station, which doubles as his home. Once she is in his custody, however, it quickly becomes clear that his beautiful, feisty prisoner comes from a very different era, and that she has somehow travelled forward in time more than a thousand years.

Finn takes it upon himself to keep the headstrong girl safe in a completely unfamiliar world, even going so far as to bare her bottom for a sound spanking with his belt when she attempts an escape. Despite her situation, she is deeply aroused by his bold dominance, and when he claims her properly she is left utterly spent and satisfied. But as they unravel the mystery of her arrival in the twenty-first century, will their discoveries bring an end to their newfound romance?

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

Buy link: Amazon  

Excerpt

He patted his lap and waited for Eira to resign herself to the inevitable. It did not take long. Eira edged forward from the head of the bed and eventually threw herself face down across his knee.

Finn lifted the towel to reveal the curved perfection of her bottom. He had, of course, had occasion to admire her body in the shower, though between the T-shirt and his own annoyance that opportunity had been limited. He took his time to savour her now.

Eira flinched when he laid his palm on the soft, tender skin of her buttock. He squeezed, then reached for the belt which he had laid beside him on the bed. Finn took the precaution of hooking his leg over both of hers to ensure she remained in place, and with his spare hand he held her wrists in the small of her back. He usually derived considerable pleasure from taking his belt to a willing woman and he was only marginally less enthusiastic about administering a decent disciplinary spanking. Now that he had Eira laid across his lap, waiting, he was ready to admit that this was where he had wanted to see her right from the moment he had set eyes on the woman on the road. Even so, he thought it best to get this done with quickly. It was late, they both needed to get some sleep.

Eira yelped when the first stroke landed. She wriggled and squirmed on Finn's lap but he held her fast. After a few moments she settled and he delivered the second stroke. This time she whimpered but did not struggle. The third and fourth strokes were met with first screams, then sobbing. By the fifth she lay limp, weeping, her bottom sporting five vivid crimson stripes.

Finn laid the belt aside and traced each red wheal with his fingertips. He was gentle, but she hissed with pain even so.

"I am sorry, " she gulped. "I will obey."

"I know," murmured Finn. "I know you will. And now, you know what will happen if you don't."

"I am sorry, also, for the knife."

"That's done with, I told you. It doesn't matter."

"I am sorry, even so."

Finn eased her to her feet, then held her elbows until he was sure she was steady. "All is forgiven. You have been punished and we will not talk of it again, the knife or you disobeying me." He pulled her to him in a hug then smiled up at her. "You must be tired. It is very late. I made a bed for you."

"I know, in the prison."

"No, not there. In another room. You can use it until you have somewhere else to stay." He stood up and held out his hand. Eira took it, and he led her from the room.

"This is for me?" She gazed at the small but perfectly serviceable spare bedroom.

"Yes. You can sleep here. I'll bring your clothes when they're dry but until then you'll have to borrow more of mine."

"May I stay with you?"

"What?"

"May I sleep in your bed? With you?"

More about Ashe Barker

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

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

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

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

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

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#SatSpanks - No joke

Thank you for joining me on a pre-Halloween trip into the world of fantasy. A Time For Will is a time travel romance. Will Dawson has traveled to modern times from his home in 1885. On the now deserted ranch, he’s met Lissie Pettigrew who thinks he’s an actor who has been sent by her sister as a prank. After he spanks her soundly, she thinks the joke has gone too far. First she asks her twin, Verity to help her. When that doesn’t work, she calls on her younger sister Hope.

“For fuck’s sake, Verity,” Lissie shouted into the woods. “We’ve all had a laugh now. Call off your goon. Enough is enough.”

Before she could catch her breath, Will forced her over to her truck, pinned her against the side of it, and spanked her a dozen times. His work-toughened hand fell with the force of wood on her backside—repeatedly. The thin denim of her summer jeans offered little protection.

“Ouch! Stop! Just stop it!’ she shrieked.

Hope stood, half laughing, half gasping with horror.

“Hope, help me! Make him stop!” Lissie’s voice rose an octave, stressed with desperation.

“That’s enough!” Hope dragged on Will’s spanking arm, in a futile attempt to stop him.

He shook her off as if she were little more than a newborn kitten. “You hang on to me like that and you’ll be next, only I’ll open your drawers and turn your bottom into a Christmas crimson before I stop,” he growled.

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Romancing the Coast series:

Seeing Ronnie, (book 1)

Holding Cynthia (book 2)

Simon in Charge series –

Simon in Charge – 3 book box set

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

Simon Says

Winning Sadie (book 2) – also available on Audible

Sadie Says I Do (book 3)

Short story / novella (16,000 words):

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

Kai (A Dark Assasins, book 1) by Valerie Ullmer

If you like shifters and vampires along with feisty intelligent heroines, Kai (A Dark Assassins Novel Book One) may be just the book you’re looking for.

Blurb:

There are two words that described Kai.

Remote and Deadly. 

And until six months ago, he was fine with that description. But when the vampire assassin spots a curvaceous woman, a human no less, who would come to fill his thoughts, he would gladly shake his persona for a moment in time with her. Instead, he kept his distance, watching out for her and learning more about her every time their paths crossed. But he had yet to speak to her. When a turn of events thrusts her into his solitary life, he must decide whether to complete his assignment, or protect her. 

Olivia Sabin had dedicated her life to her work; finding a cure for cancer. She had hidden behind the mask of a scientist who cares little about anything beyond her laboratory, and for a long while she believed it herself. But when a mysterious man came to frequent the diner she visited nightly, her awareness of him devastated her concentration, and she came to look forward to the glimpses of him, however brief. 

When she stumbles upon a horrific experiment at work, she knows he’s the only one she can turn to. She’s willing to sacrifice everything in order to protect him and others of his kind from the same fate. But first, she needs to find a way to get him to hear her explanation.

Please note: This is an erotic romance novel that includes explicit sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt:

Her eyes captured his. A sliver of silver shone through as he stared right back at her from across the room. Her eyes dropped and she watched his chest rise and fall with deep, harsh breaths. He wasn’t unaffected by her touch, and she savored the evidence of his need for her, but he warred with himself about something her muddled brain couldn’t solve, so she decided to take the decision out of his hands. Without any further thought, she reached for the hem of her shirt.

“What are you doing?” he growled.

Without an answer, she lifted the garment over her head and dropped it. She ignored her trembling fingers as she raised them to the front opening of her bra, and with a snap of her fingers, the hooks detached and she shrugged it off.

Her cheeks fused with heat. She’d never been as bold with another man, but she craved him in a way she couldn’t explain. Her mind had taken a hiatus the second he touched her, and she refused to overthink the reasons why. She wouldn’t allow logic to ruin this moment. It was simple. She wanted him, and unless he outright rejected her, she planned to seduce him.

Her numb fingers fumbled with the button of her jeans, but at that moment, he lunged at her, sweeping her up in his arms, and plundered her mouth.

His hands skimmed against the bare skin of her waist and moved them higher, until his generous hands cupped her breasts. A harsh cry echoed around them as his thumbs brushed against her tight nipples, drawing out sensations she grew more and more addicted to.A groan of protest escaped when he removed a hand, but when he tugged on the last remaining article of her clothing and the material ripped, she mewed in encouragement, hoping he would hurry.

Her hands skimmed underneath his Henley, and she sucked in a sharp breath as she encountered his hot skin. Not leaving him any room to change his mind, she fumbled with the shirt until it rested near hers on the floor.

She pressed close to him, searching and finding his mouth after they’d been separated. With his sculpted chest pressed against her soft one, her body felt scorched, as though she’d touched an open flame. Keeping his mouth on hers, he removed the tattered remnants of her clothing, and yanked down his sweats, kicking them out of the way.

“Slow down, darlin’. We have all night,” he growled as he nipped her lower lip.

Her hands splayed on his chest when a sudden thought popped into her head. She blurted out her question before reason planted its ugly head. “Can I touch you?”

A loud groan ripped from his throat, and he dropped his forehead against hers. His breathing sounded as unsteady as hers, but she had no idea when she would have another opportunity to explore a man, much less a man who was as beautiful as Kai. She waited for his answer, not wanting to rush him, or sway him one way or the other.

“I don’t know how long I’ll last,” he said through gritted teeth.

She pushed at his chest until he looked at her. He stepped back and put a little space between them. His silver eyes shone with a brightness that reminded her of the sun emerging from the clouds, and they blinded her for a second. She blinked to break the spell, and looked down at his powerful chest, heaving with deep breaths.

Moving with ease, she splayed her hands on the sinewy muscles and leaned forward, licking his damp pectoral, teasing him a little before her tongue flicked his nipple. She leaned back and blew lightly on the wet, heated skin. The muscles in his neck corded as he threw his head back and gasped at her motions. Taking this as a good sign, she repeated with the other, until a near-constant snarl vibrated through his chest, the seductive reverberation traveling through her.

“You’re going to kill me with your lips alone.”

Kissing her way down his stomach, she smiled against his skin at his statement.

“Not before I feel you inside me,” she teased.

She continued with her exploration, barely aware of his strangled groan, taking the time to caress his hips and run her hands over his powerful thighs and around to his taut buttocks, all while not allowing herself a peek at his erection. The anticipation of what she had yet to explore, and the examination of every inch of what made Kai, Kai, had set a deep, addictive throbbing inside her core. She wanted him to find the same pleasure that he promised in his gaze, so when she dropped to her knees, she allowed herself to take his cock in her hand. Instead of examining it as she would under normal circumstances, her tongue darted out and she had her first taste of his skin.

Unsure of how to proceed, she went with her instincts and flattened her tongue underneath the base, licking him in one long, fluid motion until she reached his tip. One last, long lick drew a shout that turned into a low moan as she opened wide and engulfed the head of his cock. She teased the tip, licking at his essence, before taking the rest deep in her mouth.

More about Valerie Ullmer

Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary romances with strong alpha males and brilliant, beautiful heroines. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She's addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character driven romances.

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A Firm-Handed Man by Constance Masters

Constance Masters is back today with her new book, A Firm-Handed Man.

Blurb:

After a night out with friends, twenty-five-year-old Mikala Black makes an extremely foolish decision that puts her in danger and ultimately results in her being left stranded by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. When her plight is finally noticed by the driver of a passing car, her rescuer turns out to be Andrew Weatherly, an old high school classmate.

Andrew is no longer the boy she remembers as her chemistry lab partner, however. He is a tall, handsome, confident man now, and it sets Mikala's heart racing when he scolds her for her reckless behavior. Despite her best efforts to respond to his lecture with nothing but indignation, Andrew's declaration that she is in need of a long, hard spanking leaves her intensely aroused.

Mikala has dreamed for years of finding a man who will not be afraid to take her in hand, and she cannot help wondering if Andrew would follow through on his threat. She soon learns the hard way that he will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she pushes him too far with her defiant attitude.

Over the coming weeks, a romance blossoms between them, and though Mikala often finds herself with a bright-red, sore bottom, being kept in line by a firm-handed man is everything she hoped it would be. But when the demands of Andrew's job put a strain on their relationship, will Mikala's over-the-top reaction end up tearing apart everything they've built together?

Publisher's Note: A Firm-Handed Man includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

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Excerpt:

“You can lose the cockiness, you smartass,” Mikki shouted as she spun to face him. Now she was angry, more so now that she could see the smugness in Drew’s eyes. “I know this isn’t funny! I was there!” Then it happened. She didn’t mean to do it, all she wanted was to get that look off Drew’s face but her hand, her whole arm really had a mind of its own. It happened so fast. Mikki stepped forward and swung her arm so hard that her hand connected with the side of Drew’s stubble-shadowed face, leaving a bright red imprint of her hand. Crap. Well, she achieved what she set out to do; the look was gone, replaced momentarily by a shocked expression that unfortunately didn’t last. He pursed his lips and advanced on her with purpose. The look on his face could only be described as determined.

“Oh, you have done it now,” he said.

He said it with a chuckle but there was no laughter in those blue eyes. She had seen that look before in the countless spanking scenes she had watched over and over. She, Mikala Black, was about to get it but it was scarier than she imagined. “No, now look, I’m really sorry,” she said, putting her hands up to ward him off.

“Oh, I just bet you are—now—after the fact.”

“See, it’s been a very disturbing evening and—” Christ, once again she found herself over his shoulder. Did he not realize she wasn’t waif-like? “Wait, I need to explain.”

“Not interested at this point, little girl. I have contained myself all evening but you slapped me and now the decision has been made.”

“But you smacked me! Twice!”

“Oh, don’t you even,” he said, his hand connecting with her bottom so much harder than it had the other times. “Those were pats. That was a slap and a face slap, you are about to learn, is considered in my book to be laying down the gauntlet.” He sat on her couch and yanked her over his knees, his hand immediately spanking her wriggling bottom solidly several times.

“Ouch, that’s too hard! Drew, you’re hurting me.”

“Good. I hope I make your bottom burn so much that every time you sit on it you remember what got you in this position.”

“I’m sorry, please.” Mikki’s hand shot back to try to slow down the barrage of smacks that were setting her rear end on fire, but she soon found her hand snatched up by a much larger one.

“You have been cruising for this spanking from the minute you got into my car.” His hand fell heavily on her sweats-covered behind. “No, I take that back; from the moment you got into a stranger’s car, after you got so drunk that you didn’t recognize that the stranger you got into a car with was a kid.”

Each of his words was punctuated with a whack that flattened one of her cheeks. It stung and it was hard to keep still. “Drew, stop!” she cried.

“That was the most dangerous thing of all. An eighteen-year-old on a mission to get laid. His dignity was at stake, he was trying to impress his friends, and it could have all gone very wrong.”

More about Constance Masters:

Constance Masters is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author.

She writes romantic spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance.

Constance has always been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It's a lot like her life.

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#SatSpanks - Hello stranger

I’m thrilled you’ve jointed me today to look at my latest book. A Time For Will is a time travel romance with some spicy spankings. Will Dawson has travelled to modern times from his home in 1885. On the now deserted ranch, he meets Lissie Pettigrew who thinks he’s an actor who has been sent by her sister as a prank. Lissie approaches him boldly.

“I’ve been asking Santa for someone like you my entire life. I guess the wait was worth it.” Lissie ran her hand over the front of his leather vest. “This is nice and soft, just like your lips, I bet.” She made a kissy face at him.

He caught her wrist. “What sort of a girl are you, talking to a man like that?” His grey eyes glinted with outrage.

“I’m a modern sort of a girl,” she said. “I take what I like.” She reached with her other hand and stroked the dark hair that curled around his ears and under his hat. “Nice.”

Before she could register what he was doing, he grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back. His long, muscular fingers held her two wrists together effortlessly.

She bent backwards slightly as he held her in front of him.

“You touch me again without permission and I’ll cut a switch from the willow tree and tan you so soundly you’ll eat standing up for a week.”

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Want more hot spanking snippets? Please visit these other blogs:

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

Romancing the Coast series:

Seeing Ronnie, (book 1)

Holding Cynthia (book 2)

Simon in Charge series –

Simon in Charge – 3 book box set

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

Simon Says

Winning Sadie (book 2) – also available on Audible

Sadie Says I Do (book 3)

Short story:

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

NEW RELEASE - A Time For Will - by Libby Campbell

My first ever time travel romance, A Time For Will, is now available from Amazon. Feast your eyes on this lovely cover from Blushing Books:

The story goes like this:

Identical twins, Verity and Felicity (Lissie) Pettigrew inherit an abandoned farm in the remote hills of the Methow Valley. Little do the twins know, but their windfall harbors a secret. While exploring the old barn, Verity stumbles into a hidden portal and is instantly transported more than one hundred years into the past.

In 1885, on the same farm, Will Dawson is saddling his horse when a disturbance in a corner of the barn catches his attention. In his haste to rescue the gorgeous woman in the center of the disturbance, Will is flung far into the future.

Meanwhile, Lissie arrives on the farm looking for Verity, but finds the handsome, slightly suspicious cowboy instead. From their first words to one another, sparks fly.

Lissie’s modern manners and profane language offend Will. His solution? Some old-fashioned discipline delivered on the spot.

Affronted by Will’s distinctly un-twenty-first century approach to male/female relationships, Lissie challenges his authority at every turn in spite of nearly always ending up over his knee.

Meanwhile, Verity must deal with life in 1885. Although accepted into Will’s family, she longs to get back to the 21st century and the man she loves.

Can Will live in a future in which progress comes at the price of everything he holds dear? Can Lissie win him over, and teach him that women can be independent and willful but still soft and sexy? Will Verity find her way back to the man she loves?

Publishers note: This stand alone love story includes scenes of domestic discipline and spicy romance.

Buy link: A Time For Will

 

#SatSpanks - Painful secrets

Thanks for visiting my blog! Today I have one last excerpt to share from Holding Cynthia, Romancing the Coast, book 2. Next week I have a new release coming out, A Time For Will. More about that time-travel, romance adventure later.

In Holding Cynthia, Antony has returned home after a week away. He finds Cynthia worried but doesn't know why. She's keeping a terrible secret: earlier that day her doctor delivered a life-changing diagnosis.

When Antony finds her pacing in the kitchen in the middle of the night, she tells him she’s simply anxious because of the move and all other changes in her life.

For the moment Antony decides to believe her:

“You’re too impatient, which isn’t surprising,” he said. “We live in a time of instant gratification. We expect to get over the changes in our lives as readily as we pick up a meal at a drive-through. You’ve got to give yourself more time. Live in the moment, let the deeper changes unfold naturally, in their own time. A month from now, six months from now, you’ll have new friends, new activities.”

Her tears slowed as she acknowledged his comfort. “I guess you’re right.”

“You know I am. You need to turn down the volume of worries. Just so happens, I can help you do that, help you get to sleep.” He grinned.

“How?”

“You. Across my knee...”

“That’s not a solution of any type, let alone a short term one.” She snorted.

“Well let’s try it because what have we got to lose? I’m going to paddle your bottom until you beg me to stop. And then I’m going to spank you some more. When you’re crying and limp, I will take you to bed and I promise you that you’ll sleep like a baby.” He pushed her to her feet. “Now present yourself.”

Reluctantly she lay across his lap, resting her chest and arms on the bed. He waited until she was in position then he fixed his left hand on her waist, rubbing her bottom with his right hand. “I want you to count as I spank you. If you miss a number I’ll start over again, do you understand?”

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

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

Romancing the Coast series:

Seeing Ronnie, (book 1)

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

Simon in Charge series –

Simon in Charge – 3 book box set

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

Simon Says

Winning Sadie (book 2) – also available on Audible

Sadie Says I Do (book 3)

Short story:

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

Stolen, Alpha's Control book 1 by Addison Cain

Addison Cain’s latest book Stolen (Alpha’s Control, Book 1) is attracting top reviews from readers everywhere. One reader describes it as:

“Unique and beautiful story telling set in a complex, dystopian world. Devastatingly exuberant sex that drowns the reader…”

Blurb:

He stole her off the streets in broad daylight—the first Omega discovered in Bernard Dome in generations. He took her with violence while none intervened. He broke her, swearing he’d put her back together.

Brenya Perin was ordered to submit.

Bernard Dome is the jewel of Europe, a bastion of art and culture, pleasure and decadence. But life in the city depends on the occupation chosen for you at birth. There is no subversion, no question of who rules. There is no freedom.

Peace has a price, a price the Commodore of Bernard Dome is willing to pay… so long as the Omega remains his.

***

Shepherd’s influence is on the rise. His machinations are subtle, his hands full tending to his recovering mate. Her safety is his priority, and something he’s willing to risk war to assure. Bernard Dome has what he wants, and they will all be damned if they deny him.

Publisher’s Note: The Alpha’s Control series, is a dark Omegaverse tale with explicit sexual themes and complete power exchange. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.

Buy links: AmazonBlushing Books

Excerpt:

Bit by bit, her body conformed to the Alpha’s unspoken will. Her lips would sigh while her brain would scream.

He’d take a nipple to be suckled, her spine would arch… the small Beta voice inside her powerless to make her listen.

Someone else inhabited her body when Jacques played his games.

She was possessed.

And that was why she’d cried over breakfast. That was why she’d flown into violence when he thought to take her away from herself again.

Because he had a new weapon. A thing he’d slipped inside her and called her prize.

What did he call it? The name had sounded scientific, important, nothing like what it should have been called. He’d called it a pliarator. She knew better. It was a mind obliterator.

It slipped in easily enough the day before, so smoothly she wasn’t sure what had replaced his fingers, and then it had latched on. Discomfort grew in the form of a muscular ache, distracting, embarrassing, and enticing, Jacques manipulating how the thing sat in her pelvis while she tried to sit up and see what he’d done.

There had been no warning before the buzzing clicked and a soft nodule landed on her clitoris. The vibration had set her to yelp, urged her to press her legs closed against it, and encouraged a pool of slick to gather under her body.

He’d allowed her rebellion because it had made no difference. Even with her legs together, even rolled over on her belly as if she might squirm away, it could not be unseated. Deep inside her body it changed shape again. It stretched her, Brenya keening in pain.

Except, she wasn’t sure if it had been pain at all.

A warm hand on her back, the other still fixed to the device inside the squirming Omega, Jacques smiled. “When an Alpha male chooses to mount an untried Beta female there is a certain protocol that must take place before he can possess her. Had you been optioned for the breeding banks, you would have undergone this practice years ago—just as Annette delighted in these moments with Ancil. Sharing this with you was her idea, and seeing you this way, I can see it was an excellent one. Relax and enjoy.”

Mouth agape, sucking in deep pants of air, Brenya stared forward at the distant wall and saw nothing. She could do nothing. Was reduced to nothing.

All by a single pulsating machine.

A machine designed for one purpose: to prepare a Beta female's sex organs to accept the far larger, far more powerful Alpha cock.

The way it squirmed and milked the slick from her tunnel curled her toes. The horrid thing had a life of its own, though she might claw the sheets and fight against its intrusion.

Jacques may have pumped it in and out of her, he may have forced it deeper into her cunt when she tried to push it out, but the robot sensed her struggles and redoubled its attack.

The first orgasm had hurt; the machine had torn the pleasure right out of each nerve.

Immediately it altered its shape, sprang into action when her passage clenched as if to grasp an Alpha knot. Shape bloating, manipulating nerves with shocks, with rotary aggression, it had expanded near the base… and made her groan until drool hung from her lips.

An ocean of slick poured like a river, Jacques no longer pinning her down, but petting and watching where her ass had raised up from the bed and her stuffed cunt was on display as if begging for more.

He adjusted the settings. She convulsed, insides wrenching around the mechanical intrusion as it started its expansion process over again.

Rolling her to her back, he drew her knees to her ears, put his weight on her, and moved his body as if it was his member inside her doing the damage and not some cold machine.

He’d dared to kiss her, to comment on her lust-drugged, blown pupils.

The male had called her beautiful as she lay stupefied and twitching.

When she tried to say his name, tried to beg him to stop, he’d smiled, his head slowly descending between her grotesquely spread thighs. Jacques had lapped at the slick seeping out around the machine as if her sex was the sweetest cream.

“I’ve never seen a Beta respond to a Pliarator as you do. What exceptional creatures Omegas are.” Husky, he’d growled, still savoring her juices. “Imagine it’s my cock inside you. When the next knot comes, I want you to feel my seed pulsating in your belly.”

As if on cue, the machine began to expand at its base, to fill her up and stretch her even more than the first time. He watched it work her, Jacques seeing to his own satisfaction with rapid jerks of his hand up and down the veined protuberance jutting forth between his legs.

His cock.

She could smell it in her haze, grunted at it like an animal.

The way he abused his organ, how swollen and purple it grew in his fist, the way he practically gnawed her erect clitoris, they both had to be in euphoric pain.

Ready to spurt, he’d reared back on his knees, drew his lips back from his teeth, the muscles standing up in his neck.

The worst had yet to come.

He spoke a command. The machine responded. It opened up, the false knot inside her growing until a hole was made inside her body just the right size to be exploited.

Falling forward to land on his hand, his musculature tight and twitching, Jacques lined up his fat cockhead with her machine spread opening, smeared her tortured cunt with a dribble of his come, and jerked himself in two more rough tugs until pearlescent spray shot forcefully into the space the machine had made inside her.

His usherings were too much for that little pocket, and his seed surged outside her sex, down her crack, in waves of wet heat, over and over until he pulled from her slit to aim instead for her trembling belly.

He overshot, coating her heaving tits, globs landing as far as her parted lips.

When he had crawled over her body, bobbing his pulsating knot in her face, he’d told her to lick him clean… and she had obeyed.

Without question.

Laving him from bulbous base to mushroom tip, collecting the salty taste, slurping, swallowing. With even more vigor than he’d displayed between her legs, Brenya submitted.

In that moment, she did not possess the mental faculty to understand that the Alpha had manipulated his promise.

Jacques had not fucked her. His machine had.

She’d been vanquished like a prisoner, subjugated like a slave, and used like a whore—sore, tired, mindless, and still under the control of his whirring device.

That had been last night, all night.

Even upon waking, her senses had not fully returned, and here he was, forcing her back on the bed to do it to her all over again.

Betas were never reassigned.

He pushed his toy deeper, speaking warmly. “In a week or two, you’ll be ready for me, mon chou.”

More about Addison Cain:

USA Today Bestselling author, Addison Cain, was born in California but, after completing a degree in Japanese, she spent years in Asia. She’s also lived in Ireland, Qatar, and now Washington DC.

She’s best known for her dark romances, the internationally bestselling Alpha’s Control Series, and the twisted alien worlds of the Irdesi Empire. Her antiheroes are not always redeemable, her lead females fierce, and nothing is ever as it seems.
Deep and sometimes heart wrenching, Addison is driven to push her plots beyond the pale. Her books are not for the faint of heart, but they are just right for those who enjoy unapologetic bad boys, aggressive alphas, and a hint of violence in a kiss. 
Connect  with Addison Cain:
Website: www.addisonlcain.com

Twitter: @Addison_Cain

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

Amazon Author Page

Don’t miss these other exciting titles by Addison Cain!
The Alpha’s Claim Series:
Born to be Bound: Book One
Born To Be Broken: Book Two
Reborn: Book Three
The Alpha’s Control Series:
Absolute Power: Prelude
Stolen: Book One
The Irdesi Empire Series:
Sigil: Book One
Sovereign: Book Two
Anthologies:
The Dark Forest: A Collection of Erotic Fairytales
Valentine’s Roulette: Unraveled
Hero Undercover: A Night by my Fire
Royally Mine: Consumed
Historical Romance:
A Trick of the Light
Dark Side of the Sun

#SatSpanks - Wrong bet

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

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

Cynthia is taken by surprise:

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

“Does that matter?”

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

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

“Maybe we can negotiate that condition.”

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

“I will?”

“You have to count of five to reconsider.”

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

“One,” he said.

“I’m thinking about it.”

“Three.”

“Hey!”

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

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

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

Buy link – Amazon

Want more hot spanking snippets? Please visit these other blogs:

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

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

Romancing the Coast series:

Seeing Ronnie, (book 1)

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

Simon in Charge series –

Simon in Charge – 3 book box set

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

Simon Says

Winning Sadie (book 2) – also available on Audible

Sadie Says I Do (book 3)

Short story:

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

 

Claimed by the Captain by Gracie Malling

I’m pleased to welcome Gracie Malling to my blog for the first time. Today we’re looking at her book, Claimed by the Captain.

Blurb: When Captain Thomas Edwards returns home after twenty years at sea to take ownership of the White Hart Inn following the death of his father, he has not even reached the edge of the village before he comes across a miscreant stealing apples from a local farmer’s orchard. Upon discovering that the thief is a young woman named Ellen who has been employed in his father’s inn for years, he considers it his responsibility to bare her bottom and spank her soundly.

In addition to working as a servant at the White Hart, Ellen has become known for her skill as an herbalist, and the last thing she needs is a stern sea captain getting in the way of her curing the ailments of her fellow villagers with a potion or tonic when the need arises. But despite her shock at being punished in such a shameful manner for nothing more than stealing a few apples, to Ellen’s surprise the painful chastisement leaves her aching for Thomas to take her in his arms and make her his.

Despite his willingness to spank her bare bottom whenever he feels it necessary, Ellen finds herself falling deeper in love with Thomas with every passing day. But when plague strikes the village and a witch finder is summoned, Thomas forbids Ellen from using her herbs to aid her friends and neighbors. As the situation grows more desperate, will she disobey him and put her skills to use even if it means risking her life, and can he keep her safe if she does?

Disclaimer: Claimed by the Captain 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 links: AmazonBarnes and NobleKobo

Excerpt:

Ellen was not a fool; she knew when she was caught. “Sir, if you heard it all, why are you asking me these questions?” she asked with an impatient sigh.

“To see if you would be honest with me,” he replied, his voice heavy with disapproval. “But now I see you are a liar as well as a witch.”

Ellen wrenched her arm out of his grip. “How dare you!”

“Do you deny it?”

“Aye, sir,” she replied angrily. “I merely help others as nanny did before me.”

“With charms and poultices and spells? Do you not see the very great danger you put yourself in by indulging in these practices?”

Ellen planted her fists on her hips. “Nanny said—

“Your grandmother should have known better than to teach you such tricks,” said the master, taking a step closer. “She has made a target of you.”

“You will not speak of nanny that way!”

“Take care, girl,” warned the master, “or I shall put you over my knee.”

Ellen felt heat rush to her face and the muscles in her stomach clenched painfully. It was all so sudden; her body reacting to his words, against her will.

She swallowed. “I have not stolen anything, sir.”

“Not tonight,” he said. “But you have been disrespectful and argumentative. As I told you yesterday, it is my responsibility to protect you as it is your duty to obey me. I would be failing in that responsibility if I allowed you to continue with this reckless behaviour.”

The brief flare of fear (or was it excitement?) was extinguished in a rush of outrage. Ellen drew herself up to her full height. “It is not for you to tell me what I may and may not do! Sir,” she added with venom, attempting once more to return to the inn.

But the master was quicker and she found her way blocked again.

“Have you already forgotten your promise to obey me, Ellen?” he demanded, his voice quieter now but still intense. “Were the tears and remorse yesterday a lie as well?”

More about Gracie Malling:

Gracie Malling lives in the UK and has been writing BDSM erotica since she was 21. An all round nice person on the outside and a bit of a bad girl in secret, Gracie loves reading and writing stories about spanking: her favourite kink.

Connect with Gracie Malling:

Twitter

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Blog

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Q & A with Gracie Malling:

Are you like any of your heroines?

If I had to choose, I’d say I was probably most like Jo (from Troublemaker). A bit cheeky, occasionally sulky, and completely in love with being spanked!

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

I love going for long walks with our awesome dog, watching all the films and reading all the books, having millions of cuddles with the people I love, pursuing increasingly ridiculous hobbies (including Scottish Country Dancing and pirate re-enactment), practising yoga, playing the piano and going out for cocktails with my friends.

If you were attending a Halloween party, what would your costume be and why?

I quite like the idea of getting together with a bunch of friends and dressing in those red dresses and white hats from The Handmaid’s Tale… non-traditional, I guess, but definitely terrifying!

What mythical creature would you want to be?

I would definitely be a fairy. I mean, they can fly, they get to be naughty all the time, and they only ever really eat cake – what’s not to love?!

What item, that you don't have already, would you most like to own?

I would love to have one of those cute old-fashioned campervans so that I could go on loads of adventures!

What's your favorite love story? (movie or book)

I really enjoy quirky romantic films where the characters have issues and/or don’t really ‘fit’ in society but then find someone who matches them perfectly and loves them for who they are. ‘Silver Linings Playbook’ and ‘Secretary’ are two of my favourites.

#SatSpanks - Building trust

Thank you for joining me this week as I dig deeper into Holding Cynthia, Romancing the Coast, book 2.

Antony and Cynthia are in her new house. Her worldly possessions are on a moving truck, somewhere between Montreal and the West Coast. Antony has bought a big old armchair at the local thrift store and it has just been delivered to the basement bedroom.

The painters have just started work upstairs.

Antony is about to go out of town and leave her for a week or so. Because they have recently established a deep intimacy, Cynthia is anxious about the looming separation:

Antony shepherded her into the room and closed the door behind them.

He sat down on the chair. “I will not have you doubting me. Now present yourself and be grateful for the loud music upstairs.”

She hesitated for a half a second before she pressed her lips into a firm line, undoing her jeans. As she moved across his lap awkwardly, he helped her arrange herself. The wide right arm of the chair supported her torso. The other supported her legs. Her bottom was situated in the center of Antony’s lap, served up like a proper rump, ready to be roasted.

“Now did I tell you I would come back next week?”

Smack.

“Yes! You did.”

Smack.

“Correct. Do you have any reason to think I am lying?”

Smack.

“Ow. None. I’m just cautious.”

Smack.

“It’s good to be cautious. But not where I’m concerned. When it comes to me, I expect you to trust me. If you were standing at the window of a burning building and I told you to jump with no more than my outstretched arms to save you, you can be sure I would catch you. I would never let you come to harm. You may get up now.”

She struggled to her feet, embarrassed but strangely comforted by the moment he’d taken to reassure her.

Buy link – Amazon

Want more hot spanking snippets? Please visit these other blogs:

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

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

Romancing the Coast series:

Seeing Ronnie, (book 1)

Simon in Charge series –

Simon in Charge – 3 book box set

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

Simon Says

Winning Sadie (book 2) – also available on Audible

Sadie Says I Do (book 3)

Short story:

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

Judging Cicely by Pippa Greathouse

The prolific writer Pippa Greathouse joins up today with another wonderful story from the Strasburg series. This time the focus is on the next generation and Cicely Andrews is on centre stage. That means nothing but trouble, as you will see in Judging Cicely.

She stood before the bench, where the judge just happened to be her husband. What now?

Blurb:

A new generation of Strasburg is in full bloom. The twins of Cinderella and Henson Andrews are nineteen now and home from school for a month. And no less mischievous, to the entire town's dismay.

Cicely has loved Abel Carter for most of her life. But last year, when he put her across his knee for one of her pranks on another Strasburg citizen, she had decided she could never face him again.

Abel, now known as the firm and fair judge in Shenandoah County, has never stopped loving her. But he’s determined that she will begin to act like a grown up young lady, instead of the impish, naughty child she’s always been.

Cicely is determined to please him and to turn over a new leaf, regardless of what it takes. Unfortunately, trouble seems to follow her, no matter where she goes or what she does. And when she ends up facing him in court, she can’t believe it’s happening.

And Abel is the one person in town who can—and will—see to it that she behaves.

Publisher's Note: Judging Cicely is a delightful story of young lovers, containing sweet romance yet firm disciplining of errant young ladies. If this sort of story offends, please do not buy.

Buy link: -  Amazon

Excerpt

Abel was on her in an instant, his arm about her waist. He had lifted her off her feet before she even knew it and hauled her back into the kitchen.

"Abel! Put me down! You don't understand!"

"I understand you are out of control, young lady. Calm yourself." His deep voice in her ear tried to get her attention. He didn't feel like he had accomplished it.

"No!"

Abel took her to the far end of the kitchen and pinned her to the wall, one hand on either side of her head. Immediately, she tried to duck under his arm, and he moved his hands under her arms and pushed her back against the wall with his hard body.

"Cicely Allison Carter." He leaned in close. His tone and voice were carefully controlled, but he was punctuating every syllable, now. "Unless you calm down this instant, I'll borrow a wooden spoon, and every person in this kitchen will witness you having your bottom paddled. Do you understand me?"

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 Historical Romance:

Macie’s War

Standalone Time Travel Romance:

Time for Change

Connect with Pippa Greathouse:

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

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

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

Twitter:  @PippaG6