Erotic romance

Her Match Her Mate Her Master by Vanessa Brooks

Vanessa Brooks’s first book, which is also her latest book is coming out soon. I want to buy Her Match Her Mate Her Master just for the promise of that sexy title. The book has been re-edited and had some spice added to the exciting adventure that begins in America tsravels to England and returns to America.

She has met her match – in more ways than one!

Blurb:

A shrewd, rugged American travels the Atlantic Ocean to England he is to meet a beautiful spoiled aristocratic girl.

This epic tale begins in Georgian England then travels back across the wide Atlantic Ocean into the wilds of America.

A couple mismatched?

Yes.

Are they attracted to one another?

Oh yes.

An adventure that begins with a tempestuous honeymoon and ends with ship wreck. A Lady unsuited to the rigors of the wilderness is kidnapped by natives.

Does this story end well? Read it for yourself and find out!

But most of all buckle up and enjoy this rollercoaster of a read!

Disclaimer: Her Match Her Mate Her Master 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

Excerpt: He admired her gorgeous hair, a pool of gleaming copper. Soft, silken, tendrils trailed like fire over the creamy mounds of her breasts, nipples taut, exposed to his carnal gaze. He ached with the need to mate her; she was irresistible, ravishing. Standing, he peeled off his clothes, turning to face her, his manhood pulsing stiffly from his groin.

“Look at me, wife,” he commanded. She gazed at him, never having seen a man naked before, she was fascinated; her eyes devoured the sight of his tumescent hardness that testified his desire for her. How proudly it jutted, long and thick. Were all men made so, she wondered. Her eyes travelled down his long powerful legs, covered in whorls of dark curling hair, the plain of his flat stomach, the wide, well-muscled chest, coated in the same dark hair. Her gaze took in his broad shoulders and strong biceps. Linnet’s gaze finally settled on John’s lean face.

Disconcertingly, he watched her beneath those hooded inscrutable grey eyes, his stare unwavering. As he moved purposefully towards the bed she shyly, nervously, shifted over to accommodate him. He gathered her into his embrace, kissing and caressing her. He began to stir her passion once more. His deft fingers worked their magic, her furrow quivering, slickly plump with desire. He slowly moved above her, this time she parted her legs unconsciously welcoming,   he guided himself to her waiting cleft.

With a thrust, he drove into her yielding channel, she lifted her hips, bucking, meeting thrust for thrust, needing him.

“Now,” he whispered hoarsely, “now... you see, you are mine.”

More about Vanessa Brooks:

International bestselling author Vanessa Brooks lives in Sussex England. She has a lifelong love of history, most especially English and American. She has written a couple of western tales, one notably for the Red Petticoat series which was such a huge success in America. Her Georgian series, Masterful Husbands, set in the 1700's has also proved highly successful both sides of the Atlantic.

Vanessa’s novels are generally historically based; she has a knack of bringing an authenticity to the era in which her novels are set. Vanessa carefully researches each time period and strives to ensure that any historical facts she uses are correct.

More importantly, she likes to write an entertaining book for her readers to enjoy. She includes passion, adventure, romance and domestic discipline, de rigueur within the eras of her popular novels.

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Rough Diamonds by Ashe Barker

Have you read Ashe Barker's hot novella Rough Diamonds? It sounds like a winner, but did she ever write one that wasn't?

Pleasure is good, but pain is even more exciting if properly applied.

Blurb:

What if someone handed you over a million dollars in uncut diamonds, and a note? For services rendered…

A random act of kindness years earlier gives rise to an astonishing chain of events. Johan Klaas holds the key to the mystery and he will help her – for a price. Can she trust him? Should she? And what has Christa ever done to deserve such a reward?

Swept from her modest flower shop in England, caught up in the opulent global diamond trade in Antwerp and introduced by her millionaire lover to a sensual world of pain and pleasure, Christa is determined to solve the riddle.

Please note: Rough Diamonds was previously released with a different cover. The story includes sexual scenes and BDSM, and is intended for audiences of 18 and over. It these elements offend you, please do not buy this book.

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Excerpt:

Johan stood over her, his gaze intense as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. Christa watched, mesmerised by the sight of his sculpted chest. He might spend most of his time in the financial markets of the diamond trade, but Johan Klaas definitely engaged in more physical pursuits, too. His shoulders were wide, the muscles clearly defined, rippling beneath his skin as he moved. His chest sported a sprinkling of blond hair which thinned as it disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers, drawing Christa’s eye there. She expected his smart suit trousers to follow the shirt, but instead he just kicked off his shoes and peeled away his socks, then came to kneel on the bed between her widespread thighs.

He simply smiled at her, then shoved his hands under her bottom to raise her up from the bed. Then he blew on her clit. Christa shivered, though not with cold. She had never dreamed something so simple could be so erotic, so utterly exquisite.

“Johan, I… Oh! Oh…” She gave up the attempt at speech when he leaned in to draw the flat of his tongue over her wide-open entrance. He repeated the action, and she believed she might melt. He inserted the tip of his tongue inside her weeping pussy, and she lost it entirely. A kaleidoscope of wild colour exploded behind her closed eyelids. Her body convulsed, hips arching up to meet his teasing, torturing mouth as her first orgasm burst from deep in her core.

Christa was panting, amazed at what had just happened. So fast, so fucking overwhelming. She writhed against the restriction imposed by the crimson tie as he continued to tongue-fuck her pussy. She was no expert, not exactly a frequent flyer, but she had enough experience to know she could usually rely on a good ten minutes or so of determined effort from her partner before eliciting so much as a flicker of orgasmic interest. Johan had only to smile at her, tie her up and flick her clit with his tongue and she was lost.

Bring. It. On.

Christa relaxed, spreading her thighs wider, lifting her hips in urgent demand. She prised her eyelids open and lifted her head to peer down the length of her body. Johan caught her gaze, held it, the emerald of his eyes darkened by arousal. He was as turned on as she was. Well, almost.

He paused to smile at her. “Christa…?”

She managed a smile in return, then allowed her head to drop back against the pillow. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t ever stop.”

He returned to his determined, skilful work, tracing the outline of her pussy slowly, deliberately. Then he plunged his tongue inside once more as Christa clenched and bucked under him. He shifted his attention to her clit, taking the swollen nib between his lips and squeezing lightly. He slid two fingers inside her pussy, angling and curling to find that sweet spot where—

“Christ! Jesus, Mary and all the fucking saints…” Christa was almost sobbing with arousal as he brought her hurtling back to the brink of another climax. Johan played her like a musical instrument, teasing just the melody he desired from her body. She was there, hovering, ready to tumble over the edge again, when he stopped.

“Turn over.”

“What…?” Christa gave a swift head shake. “But…”

“There’s enough flexibility in your restraints. Roll over and kneel up on all fours. Now.”

His tone had altered, only very slightly, but enough. A thread of steel now wound around those curt syllables and Christa had no desire to test his resolve. He was in control, that much had been established when she allowed him to tie her to his bed. Now, she wanted to obey him.

An interview with Ashe Barker:

1. Who or what was the inspiration for Christa? Is she anything like you?

Well I’ve never entertained a desire to sell flowers, but the mystery at the heart of Rough Diamonds is based on my experience working in the care system in the UK some thirty years ago so I suppose Christa does draw on something of me.

2. So, tell us a bit more about Johan. He’s stern and sexy, and obviously successful in his career, but what else is there to know?

Well, I think you just about covered the basics there. Johan is driven and successful, but he is also honest in his dealings with a strong sense of duty, and of justice. He wants Christa from the beginning, but he’s willing to work for it and takes nothing for granted. He’s kind to her, and generous, and he shares her sense of adventure and curiosity about the origins of her surprise windfall.

3. Do you see writing as a career?

Yes. I try to be fairly ordered about it. I like to be at my desk (well, more accurately the kitchen table) laptop fired up and coffee to hand, by nine in the morning and I tend to write for most of the day then. There are also a lot of related tasks to keep on top of, mainly to do with promo or research, or keeping in touch with readers and other authors. It’s definitely a full-time job for me.

4. Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

I think it was always there, though I only started writing properly about five years ago. I have always tended to plot stories in my head though, often when sitting in traffic jams on my daily commute. I now work at home so all that time spent inhaling exhaust fumes is finally paying off.

5. If you were to write a book about yourself, what would you name it?

I think at some level or other they are all a little bit about me. I could never write a book about a heroine I didn’t actually like or identify with in some way. Maybe I’d call my autobiography Made a Difference, because I hope that would be true. Perhaps that should be on my gravestone rather than a book cover, come the day.

More about Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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Two O'Clock with the Billionaire by Daryl Devore

Daryl Devoré is here today with her book, Two O’clock with the Billionaire. This is a contemporary romance sweetened with a bit of vanilla sexcapades.

Arianne’s just regular girl pushed into a corner and desperately looking for a way out.

Blurb: Where Derek Davenport is concerned, women only had one thing in mind: trap him into a marriage. The perfect way out? Hire a courtesan. While partying with his buddies he places an online ad that reads – Woman Wanted.
Unemployed and nearing financial desperation, Arianne is forced to step out of her comfort zone and answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With minimal hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to a handsome billionaire.
Their sexual antics cause emotions neither is willing to admit it. Will Arianne and Derek drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?
Note: Two O’clock with the Billionaire was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title A Kept Woman.

Disclaimer: Two O’clock with the Billionaire is intended for a mature audience and contains sexually explicit scenes. If you find this offensive, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Deciding to chance it, she led him to the bedroom then set her bag at the foot of the bed. He opened his mouth to speak, but Arianne placed a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Facing him, she removed his suit jacket, walked to the closet and hung it on a hanger. Tugging at the knot she released his tie and draped it over her shoulder. One at a time she undid the buttons of his shirt and released his cuff links. Sliding her hands up his bare chest, she slipped her hands over his shoulders and pushed the shirt off his body. It dropped to the floor. She picked it up, placed it and the tie on another hanger and the cuff links on the dresser.

With the same care, she removed his shoes, socks and dress slacks, leaving him in his boxers. She pointed to the bed and signaled for him to roll onto his stomach. She kicked off her shoes then reached into her gym bag and took out a bottle of musk scented body oil. Pouring a quantity into her palms, she cupped it until it had warmed, then dribbled it around his back and shoulders. Using her fingertips, Arianne spread the oil over his bare skin. Kneading the shoulders and upper back she felt his muscles loosen. She worked her fingers down his muscled shoulders and arms. She worked until his brow relaxed and his breathing calmed. “Roll over.”

He tucked his arm under and flipped onto his back. Arianne pulled two long silk sashes out of the gym bag.

His eyes widened as he raised his brows.

She patted his stomach. “Trust me?” Grasping his right hand, she tugged until he got the message and sat up on the pillows. Arianne could see Derek’s curiosity, as well as his libido, were becoming aroused when she secured his hands to the bedpost—not with blood halting knots, just silken restraints, like the material of the sashes. His focus remained on her as she repeated the same maneuver to his legs using the longer sashes.

When he was secure and unable to move his limbs, Arianne stood next to the bed and unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled the material opened revealing a sexy, black, lace bra. Placing the palms of her hands on her breasts, she alternated between cupping her breasts and squeezing them. She slipped her right hand along the white fleshy mound of her breast. Derek’s gaze focused on her fingers as they disappeared underneath the dark lace and fondled her nipple. She eased her left hand inside and teased her other nipple. Pulling her hands back out, she dragged her fingers under the bottom band of her bra and slide it up over her breasts exposing them. With her breasts free, she cupped and squeezed, rubbed small circles and rippled her nipples between her fingers.

Her voice was breathless and low. “The skin is so soft. And my nipples are so round and firm, and pink. Do you know what they like?” Her actions matched her words. “They like to be rubbed ever so lightly. Like this. And they love to be teased—twisted between my thumb and finger—like this. They also adore pain. Pulling the nipples like this, stretching just enough to cause pain, but never enough to make me cry. See what it does. It makes them grow firm. Hard as marbles against my soft flesh.”

Mesmerized, Derek’s gaze never left her breasts. Arianne doubted he’d even blinked. She climbed onto the bed near his feet and knelt. Her breasts hung a breath away from his legs. “Besides being caressed they also like to stroke things.” She bent down until her right nipple grazed the skin on his left shin. Moving back and forth, languorously and sensually, she let it slide against him, and then moved over to his right leg. “Can you feel how hard my nipple is? A perfectly firm nipple to slip between two soft, wet, hungry lips. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“You are going to let me play, right?” His voice was husky.

More about Daryl Devoré

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

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

#WEWRIWA A Time For Will #Erotic #Romance #SciFi

Do you like a little time travel with your erotic romance? Writing A Time For Will was fun as I combined the genres of romance and erotica with a touch of SciFi.

The story so far: solar storms have ripped a hole in the time-space continuum sending Will Dawson forward in time from 1895 to 2017. He has landed on the long-abandoned Pettigrew farm shortly before sisters Lissie and Hope Pettigrew arrive for the weekend.

Lissie and Hope think Will is an actor, sent by their sister Verity who loves practical jokes. Lissie decides to play along (edited for brevity):

“Okay, Verity,” she said to the bushes. “You can come out now.”

“I told you,” Will said fiercely, “I’m the only one here.”

Lissie grinned. “I believe you, cowboy.” Sidling next to him, she caught his primal smell; it spoke of hard work and honest labor.

He narrowed his eyes at her.

She brushed some dust from his shoulder. “I’ve been asking Santa for someone like you my entire life. I guess the wait was worth it.” She made a kissy face at him.

Disclaimer: A Time For Will is intended for a mature audience, ages 18+. Scenes include spanking adult women and explicitly sexual situations. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

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Two Lies and a Truth by Daryl Devore

Daryl Devoré had a new book out. Her novella Two Truths and a Lie is featured in the recently released Lawmakers box set.

Blurb: Two Truths and a Lie revolves around deceit, betrayal, passion and the theft of a multi-million-dollar, rare, red diamond.

As if multiple planes crashes, a car accident, and a concussion isn’t enough, carefree Byn and straight-lace billionaire, Mark clash over Byn's need for independence and Mark's struggle with guilt pushing him in the opposite direction of love. When an art forger, an art thief and a ninety-year-old woman get involved the chance for true love for Byn and Mark fades.

All is lost until a children's game is their only hope.

Disclaimer: Two Truths and a Lie includes sexually explicit scenes.

Buy Link - Amazon

Excerpt:

He was a complex man. I'd seen two different sides of his personality, with another facet having been hinted at. And now I caught a glimpse into his psyche. A rich businessman showing a concern more for love and world peace than for power. Did that explain his quiet command? He wasn't aggressive and full of bravado, but the underlying authority was there. When he spoke, people listened.

That quiet power was what drew me to him the first night at Lord Middleton's manor. It wrapped him in a sexiness level far above other rich men I'd met and miles beyond Lord Middleton's sexiness level.

But what was I doing letting my thoughts wander? I had a hot, naked man next to me. I blinked and met his gaze. "Time to give you your prize."

He grinned and placed his arms up under his head. "Prize me."

I leaned closer and covered his swelling penis with kisses. His breath quickened. His cock twitched. Changing what I did, I traced his shaft with teasing bites and long licks from bottom to top. When he was completely wet, I slipped the tip into my mouth. Holding him there, I reached around and grazed his bare ass with the tips of my fingers. His body quivered.

Making a circle around him with my finger and thumb, I pressed my lips to my fingers and lowered my mouth as far as I could, then continued the movement with my hand. Pulling my hand back up to my lips, I slid back to his tip, and then lowering my head and hand once again. My fingers reached between his legs and stroked his testicles. "Like that?"

"Mm-hmm. That feels good."

I glanced up, met his gaze, and smiled.

Using a light touch all the way through my coordinated stroke, I kept the pressure steady. His fingers wrapped in my hair as he pulled me closer, trying to get deeper into me.

My speed and pressure increased as the rest of my fingers encircled his engorged shaft and mimicked the efforts of my lips. His hips bucked into me. His breaths came in short sharp pants and the look on his face said he was focused on the delicious delights my mouth and hand provided him.

My left hand alternated from clawing his ass to caressing and squeezing his testicles.

With a groan of frustration, he said, "Stop."

More about Daryl Devoré:

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

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

Question and answers with Daryl Devoré:

What are your current projects?

I am trying to finish a medieval fantasy. But the dragon is getting nasty and I'm too scared to open the document. (or I've hit a block in the writing – lol)

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Marketing. I'm a writer – not a marketer. People go to university to study the subject. Writers are just supposed to know what to do.

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?

Torn between Agatha Christie and Dorothy L Sayers. Love the complexity of the story and the way they pull you in.

Do you have any advice for other writers?

Many, many authors will say – learn your craft, study the rules. I say – write the damn book. 90% of the people who start won't finish. So finish it. Yes, it is going to have plot holes, and grammar mistakes – so what. You wrote a book. Now, you can go back and study and fix it.

What’s your favorite line from any movie?

They're over at the Co-op. From Spaced Invaders

His Captive Pet by Measha Stone

His Captive Pet is the third book in Measha Stone’s Owned and Protected series. It sounds hot!

Blurb:

Aubree Stevenson isn’t used to being ordered around, but then her efforts to bring down a dog fighting ring put her life in danger and she ends up in the protective custody of a stern, handsome former Marine.

Blake Turner is not a man to be trifled with, and he wastes no time in making it clear that Aubree will obey him or be punished. After she puts his word to the test, Aubree’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing strapping, and when she continues to defy her strict captor, she quickly discovers that he is prepared to take things much further. Soon enough, she finds herself stripped naked, outfitted with a collar and tail, and eating from Blake’s hand like a well-trained pet.

To her dismay, Aubree’s arousal grows more intense with every shameful display of forced submission. But even as he masters her body and claims her in every way, Blake must keep his captive pet safe from both her enemies and her own recklessness. Will he prove up to the task?

Disclaimer: His Captive Pet contains elements of BDSM, including the discipline of adult women, along with sexually explicit scenes. If this is not to your taste, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

“Guess it’s the hard way. I have to say, I’m not too disappointed about it.”

He lifted off her back just enough to get both hands in front of her to unbuckle the collar and slip it around her throat. She bucked and kicked and tried to wiggle her head away from him, but he had more skills in trapping her than she could have imagined.

His cock pushed against her ass through his jeans. Hard. Beyond hard.

The leather pushed against her throat, cutting off enough air to make her wiggle harder against him.

“Shhh. You can breathe, calm down.” His finger slipped between the leather and her neck. “See, you can breathe.”

She took a slow breath. Air came easily with the buckle latched.

“This shirt has to go.” Another tear, right down the middle of her back. She used the opportunity of him standing up to bolt out from under him.

His booted foot kicked her, catching her in the thigh and sending her sprawling into the dirt patch off the side of the patio. Rocks cut into her hands as she scrambled to get up, but he grabbed her hair, fisting it effortlessly and keeping her on her knees. Her shirt, torn in half down the back, hung from her arms, barely covering her naked breasts.

It only took a flick of his wrist to remove it and toss it aside. The leash snapped onto the collar while she clawed at his hands.

Pulling on the leash, he dragged her to her feet, pressing his face against hers once she stood to her full height.

“I’m not struggling with you anymore, Aubree. You will learn obedience. And your training starts now.” His lips pressed hard against hers. Possession in a kiss. She shoved at his shoulders, but even she could feel her lips soften beneath his. When his tongue trailed across her bottom lip, she opened for him.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she promised herself she’d fight him off; she’d bite him if his kiss deepened. Except when his tongue entered, caressing her own, she only moaned.

His hand still wrapped in her hair, pulled her away from him. Her breath puffed out from her lips as though she’d just run up the hill again.

“Open your mouth, Aubree,” he ordered, glaring down at her with narrowed eyes. There was no hesitancy in his expression. He gave her orders, and he expected them obeyed. She had an idea of what he planned to do; she’d seen that thing in his hand when he’d walked up to her and Devin.

Having the leash on would be hard to take, but she could manage it until he calmed down enough to see reason again. But that thing, that fucking thing was not happening.

“Obey or be punished.” His hand cupped her cheeks, squeezing until she had to spread her jaw enough to release some of the pressure.

“I won’t do it,” she said with her teeth gritted.

“You will.” A promise. Not a thread of doubt in his voice. “Because if you don’t, you’ll crawl the whole way back to the cabin. I’m letting you use your feet… for now… but if you fight me, you’ll be on your hands and knees. I don’t care how cut up you get doing it. I’ll clean you up and make you do it again.”

He would. He’d make her crawl through the rocks and grass, and he wouldn’t relent. Something darker lurked inside Blake, something that should terrify her, but instead pulled her to him. The little spark of danger she’d felt from him at the bar ignited before her.

“Open. Your. Mouth.” He squeezed her cheeks harder, and she let out several huffs of air from her nose.

A tear slipped out the corner of her eye. She fought to keep control, to not give in, but in the end, she did. She opened her mouth, sucking in a breath and watching his face relax.

“There’s a good girl.” His lips stretched into a wide smile, and he held up the damn plug so she could see it. A tail. The man held a butt plug with a silicone doggy tail attached.

He shoved the glass plug into her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue. The plug pushed further down, gagging her.

“I didn’t have time to find the lube, so let’s hope you’re wet enough for this.” He yanked the plug out of her mouth, letting her gulp in a breath of air before he pulled her back to the patio table and shoved her back over the edge.

He kicked at her calves until she spread her legs. God help her, she wasn’t even fighting him.

Rough, thick fingers slid through her sex. He chuckled. “Yep, I’d say you’re wet enough.”

She clenched hard. Useless, she knew, but she had to try. She needed to find some resemblance of her spine. She couldn’t let him go on with her giving in too easily.

More about Measha Stone:

Measha Stone is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, and suspense. She lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and children, who are just as creative and crazy as her. Her vanilla writing has been published in numerous literary magazines, but she’s found her passion in erotic romance.

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Learning To Be Little by Kathryn R. Blake

Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas fits in with the season as well the book I’m looking at today. The amazing Kathryn R. Blake’s latest is now out! Called Learning To Be Little, Kelly’s Story: Unexpected Consequences book 3. It’s the story of a young woman whose childhood has been stolen from her. Having read a lot of this, I’m finding it hard to decide which hot snippet to share. I’m going to give you one from the start of the book.

She thought he was odd, he thought she was perfect

Blurb:

After a bleak childhood in foster care, Kelly's growing mistrust has her running away again and again. Homeless and penniless, with no relatives to harbor her and a penchant for escaping her caretakers, Kelly is finally handed over to one of the few parish orphanages remaining in existence until she turns eighteen, when she is released.

Possessing only a little money, few skills, and even fewer resources, Kelly's attempts at job hunting end up with her prowling the streets in desperation – until a wealthy stranger makes her a proposition she is too cold and hungry to refuse. Though it isn't until he takes her home that she realizes just what she's gotten herself into.

Publisher's Note: Learning To Be Little contains elements of power exchange, and dynamics of age-play as well as discipline. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

"You should never interrupt Daddy when he's talking, pumpkin. You'll get spanked if you do it again. First thing we need—"

"But, how can I—" Kelly wasn't permitted another word before he wrapped his arm about her waist and bent her over. Whack.

"What did I say?" he demanded as his hand fell several more times in quick succession. He hadn't bared her bottom, but it still stung more than she'd thought it would.

"Ow. I'm sorry, sir. I won't do it again. I promise."

He delivered three more swats then let her up. She promptly rubbed her sore backside as he scowled down at her. "What do you say?"

"I apologize for interrupting, but can I ask a question, now?"

"No, you may not. I determine your age, Kelly. It depends entirely on my whim, but I'll make sure you understand the rules whenever I make a change. Let's get you out of those clothes and into a bath. You're in dire need of a firm scrubbing. Also," he said, fingering her dime store gold-metal necklace. "You will not be allowed any jewelry while you're with me."

"I won't?"

"No." He reached for the clasp.

"But my ears are pierced."

Pocketing her necklace, he examined both her earlobes. "Hmm. I don't like my girls to wear earrings, but I will permit you some very small gold studs to keep the holes from closing. We'll go out and purchase them tomorrow along with a few other things I think you'll need. I don't know why it is you young ladies today want to mar your bodies with multiple perforations." He removed the costume jewelry hoops she wore. "Have you any other piercings on your body?"

"No, sir."

"Good, because those you would have to do without." He took off her watch next.

"I can't even wear a watch?"

"No. There's no need for you to tell time since I will structure your day for you." He placed her necklace, earrings, and watch in a small plastic bag he drew from his pocket. "I will keep these and return them, along with your wallet and the money I gave you earlier, when we separate." As he undid the buttons of her blouse, Kelly studied his expression. He didn't have the glazed eyes of a man overcome with lust or desire. Instead, he regarded her clothes and body with clinical detachment. "I will bathe you, always. During that time, I will also shave you, if you require it. I prefer my little girls as hairless as possible where adult women often grow hair. We may eventually decide waxing is easier, but, for today, I will simply shave the hair off. In addition, I will take care of any of your other hygiene needs, like brushing your teeth, and braiding your hair.

"You intend to put my hair in braids?"

"Yes. Or unplaited pigtails, whichever I feel are more appropriate." He stepped back. "So, let's slip out of those panties and bra, shall we?"

More about Kathryn R. Blake:

Although Kathryn is relatively new to the spanking romance market, she is not new to stories where the hero spanks the heroine. Most of her novels have some sort of spanking in them. However, even in Kathryn's novels where the hero firmly believes in using spanking as a deterrent, he has no desire to cause the heroine injury and takes no delight in hurting the woman of his heart. In fact, sometimes he finds it extremely difficult to follow through on his threats or promises.

To date, all of her heroes are dominant, alpha males who are extremely protective of the women they love.  However, part of that protectiveness includes the need for a certain amount of control.  They do not suffer defiance or disobedience lightly. Even so, these men aren't infallible, and they do make mistakes, but love and respect will always triumph in the end.

Connect with Kathryn R Blake:

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#SatSpanks - The reckoning

The count down to Christmas Day has started. I'm so excited! I love this time of year.

This week I have another excerpt from my story, Love At Last Flight. It is part of the thirteen-story anthology, 12 Naughty Days of Christmas.

This collection is available for a short time for only 99¢ - or read for free with Kindle Unlimited.

For a short time you have the chance to win a Kindle Fire and a box of swag from Blushing Books, details are here: 12 Naughty Days.

Because this will be my last blog here for a while – I’m taking a winter break – this is a little longer than usual:

Background: Lauren has disobeyed a direct order Richard has given her in her motorcycle training. She had directly and deliberately challenged him. They have a dinner date that night, but before they go out…

Richard arrived at her apartment half an hour before they were due to be at the restaurant. Lauren greeted him in her bathrobe, wearing only a lace bra and pantie set underneath it.

“I’m glad to see you’re ready for your spanking,” he said.

She nodded, thrilled that they’d got to the game so quickly.

He kissed her on the mouth, the collarbone and the crease of her cleavage. “Lose the bathrobe. Go. Stand in the corner.” He pointed to a corner of her living room as he shucked off his coat.

“For how long?” She frowned.

“For as long as I please.”

She glared at him, threw down the bathrobe, and stomped over to the spot he’d indicated. Once there she started stretching, arms overhead, behind her.

“Stand still.” The sofa creaked as Richard sat down. “Put your hands behind your back. I want to see those magnificent breasts pushed out. I don’t want to hear a word out of you while you stand there and think about the punishment to come.”

Lauren went still, exactly as told. Minutes dragged by.

An eternity passed before Richard said, “Come and lay yourself across my knees.”

Lauren turned back to him, her stomach somersaulting.

“What’re you going to do?”

“Spank you. What did you think I was going to do after you disobeyed me today?”

“I dunno,” she lied. She’d hoped he’d spank her but now her knees had turned to jelly. “Couldn’t I do something else to apologize?”

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Conquered by the Captain by Greathouse & Caine

Two of Blushing Books’ talented authors have joined forces to bring you a rollicking new romance set on the high seas. Conquered by the Captain is book 1 in The Conquered series by Pippa Greathouse and Ruby Caine.

Two women on the same ship, sparring with two alpha males while journeying to meet their intendeds. Unfortunately for them, the same man promised marriage to both.

Blurb: Arabella St. John faces a new life, in a new land, as she boards the merchant ship from England to America. Her father has arranged for her marriage in New Orleans, to her dismay. The ship is massive.

She has no desire to be there. Everything and everyone she loves is in England. The chief-mate seems friendly enough, but then she meets Captain Gregory Smythe, who neither needs nor wants women aboard his ship. And he’s quite vocal about it. 

It’s ‘hate at first sight.’

Gregory is unhappy at the thought of having to be responsible for, not one, but two ladies on ship, especially after finding out two merchant ships off the coast of the Carolinas have been recently sunk by Privateers.

On top of that, females aboard a vessel with an all-male crew are trouble; everyone knows that.  And when food goes missing, and a stowaway is found hidden in his very own cabin, he realizes trouble follows Arabella wherever she goes. And when the only two women booked for passage realize they are destined to marry the same man, it all seems to come apart.

And that is just the beginning of their troubles!

Disclaimer: Conquered by the Captain is a sweet romance intended for adults only. Spankings of adult women represented in the book are fantasies only, appropriate for a mature audience only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the authors’ advocating any non-consensual spanking or other sexual activity or the spanking of minors. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Thirty seconds later, he was clearing the top of the wooden platform of the crow’s nest. Pulling himself up, he stopped, and knelt down by her.

“Arabella?”

Her eyes opened long enough to see his face, and she lurched forward, knocking him over on his back, with his head hanging over the side and holding on as if her life depended on it.

“You’re going to push us both to our deaths. Relax.”

“Hold me!” she whispered.

In a half-second, he flipped her over, closer to the center of the platform, until he was on top of her. Her hair cascaded over the floor of the crow’s nest.

“I am. But I swear, young lady, when I get you down, you’ll wish I was nowhere near you. I have only one question for you. Look at me.”

Slowly, she raised her eyes to his. 

“I want to know why you’re up here.”

She lowered her gaze. “That’s not a question.”

“Does the phrase ‘you’re on thin ice mean anything to you? Answer me.” 

She blinked.

“Arabella? Shall I raise your skirts and take my belt to your little bottom with the whole crew standing below and watching?”

“No!” she cried out. “No sir. But—may I tell you when I get down? I-I can’t think right now.”

He took hold of her face, staring down into her eyes. Their gazes locked, and a moment later,

their lips. He deepened the kiss, and she stiffened for just a few seconds, as he sought her tongue with his.

At first she seemed surprised. Gregory raised his head, just slightly, and suddenly Arabella pulled his head down to hers and returned his kiss hungrily. Her tongue danced with his, coaxing it further inside.

A moment later, he raised his head and leaned down, touching his forehead to hers.

More about the Authors:

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: https://twitter.com/PippaG6

Ruby Caine

Ruby Caine, exclusive writer for Blushing Publication. Pippa Greathouse is one of her favorite historical authors, and when the opportunity to work up with Greathouse came up, Caine jumped at the choice. She and her family live near the Big Easy and her stories often take us through the historical setting which follows along the mighty Mississippi. Her Spirits of River Oaks series revolves around the powerful psychic Lenore, who often gets messages from those who have passed on from this world. Another series by Caine is called Katrina’s Aftermath, a group of four contemporary romances minus the paranormal theme. Rounding out books by Ruby Caine is a standalone called Making the Wright Connections, featuring a bratty singer tamed by a sexy cop.

Connect with Ruby Caine:

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Reclaiming Clover by Alyssa Bailey

In case you’ve missed it: Alyssa Bailey has a new series out! Reclaiming Clover is book 1 in the Lone Wind Series. This unique, contemporary story is set on a Cheyenne reservation.

Could she be both woman and child and survive? Would being deemed a child by her tribe, save her or would it keep her away from her warrior forever?

I haven’t had a chance to read it yet, but early reviews are positive:

  • a sweet spanking romance told in a very new way and features spankings, both disciplinary and erotic, and sexual tension followed by some very erotic sex.
  •  a wonderful, captivating story that completely took my breath away
  • an engaging story from beginning to end.
  • I strongly recommend you read this incredible journey.

Blurb: Clover could give in to the little girl forever and feel secure but unfulfilled or fight every day for that balance between the woman she needed to be and the little girl she longed to be. Could she do both? Would he let her?

When her protector abandoned her to go into the Army, leaving fourteen-year-old Clover Sweet Medicine to go through high school virtually unsupervised, she felt as though her spirit had died. She survived the loss, and now she was eighteen and graduating. However, grad night turned into a life-changing event, complete with an arrest and loss of adult status. Suddenly, Clover needs a guardian, and the tribal council chooses the only person who cared enough to make her follow the rules, Jared Little Fox. Would he be willing to reassure the little girl inside and still want the woman outside?

Jared Little Fox is a man of his word, and when he left to join the Army, it was to gain skills, a college degree and to earn money. He was going to fulfill his destiny with his tribe, and he was going to marry Clover Sweet Medicine. He tried to explain all this to Clover before he left but she’d turned a deaf ear. Now, he worried that four years might have been too long, with the changes in his girl. His Clover was a woman-child who was out of control, angry, scared, reckless, and desperate for love. She had lost all the security he had worked so hard to give her, ensuring she was happy, safe, and healthy since her early childhood.

Now, instead of starting their adult lives together, the council wants to kick her off the reservation. They charge him with the task of saving her once again, or else. He had claimed her once. He could do it again. Would Clover be able to submit to a man she proclaims to hate? Can Jared help Clover find her security, see that he is her only hope for freedom, and she his only path to happiness before it’s too late?

Publisher's Disclaimer: Reclaiming Clover contains sexual scenes as well as disciplinary scenes of an adult woman. If either of these offend you, please do not read it.

Buy links: Amazon

Excerpt:

Exasperated, Clover pushed back from the table and stood up to leave the kitchen, and quick as lightning, Jared grabbed her forearm and twirled her around to face him.

"Do you want to add to your punishment for last night, Clover?"

"What? No. I mean what punishment?" she asked, although it was evident by her tone that she was a bit relieved.

"You lost all privilege to punish me when you left me, Jared."

The resentment and anger were mixed with the hopeful young girl response, and he was going to address that Clover, the one who was looking for the familiar. The little one who still needed the reassurance that everything would be all right.

"Clover, you earned a spanking last night, and I'm going to give it to you. You know the rules and you broke them. I want you to understand a few things, first, though. Yesterday, the council changed the legal age from eighteen to nineteen, effective at midnight, so you're still a minor in the eyes of the tribe. All residents of the reservation are adults at nineteen, not eighteen. That means you need a keeper."

The chair she stood next to hit the floor. "What the hell are you talking about?

More about Alyssa Bailey:

International best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the mountains; the mountains 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.

Writing fan fiction before it was a thing, life has a way of taking the wheel sometimes, and after twenty-years of back-road twists and turns, Alyssa returned to writing and now has adventures of a new kind. Writing romance of all flavors keeps life exciting.

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

If she can throw a little mystery, humor, and suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters predominately live in Regency England amongst lords and ladies, in the Contemporary Realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, Cowboys and Indians.  Contact her. She loves to chat.

Connect with Alyssa Bailey:

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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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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.

Buy links: Amazon

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 joined 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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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

 

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. 

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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.

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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.

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Romancing the Coast series:

Seeing Ronnie, (book 1)

Simon in Charge series –

Simon in Charge – 3 book box set

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Simon Says

Winning Sadie (book 2) – also available on Audible

Sadie Says I Do (book 3)

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

Taming Lady Lydia by Felicity Brandon

When Felicity Brandon says her latest book is the most sensual and potent romance she’s ever penned, it’s time to pay attention. In case you missed it, her latest novel is Taming Lady Lydia, a spanking romance that features Lord Markham – the Regency hero that Felicity has always fantasized about. Lord Markham is a strict authoritarian with a loving, tender heart. Everyone knows a Regency lady requires a firm hand….

Synopsis:

When eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia Franklin becomes the ward of Lord Thomas Markham after her father’s death, she quickly discovers that the wealthy, handsome gentleman believes in strict discipline for wayward young women. Her penchant for naughtiness soon earns her a sound spanking, but despite his willingness to punish her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Thomas’ firm-handed correction leaves Lydia helplessly aroused.

Though he is charged with ensuring that Lydia’s innocence is preserved, Thomas cannot help but notice her body’s response to his stern chastisement. It isn’t long before she is lying naked across his lap as she is spanked thoroughly and then brought to a blushing climax, and over the coming days he sets about teaching her what it means to surrender herself completely to a dominant man.

Being taken in Thomas’ arms proves more pleasurable than Lydia ever dreamed, and she finds herself imagining a future as his wife rather than his ward, but the dark rumors about his past are hard to ignore. When he asks for her hand she agrees to be his bride, but once the wedding is over will the bond between them hold firm or will it all end in scandal and heartbreak?

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

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Excerpt:

The depth of the authority in his voice stirs me, sending energy coursing around my body. It pools at the apex of my legs, causing delicious tingles there. “I am sorry to have pressed the point,” I say, and I mean it, although I cannot help but wonder if it is his discipline which I really crave and have missed this last week.

I swear he senses the answer as he reaches for me. He sinks the fingers of his right hand into my hair and draws my body toward him. “Lydia,” he says, his voice almost a low growl. “Are you being intentionally disrespectful, I wonder?”

A silent gasp leaves my mouth as I look upon him.

“Oh, so you are…” he says with a knowing smile. “That is what this is about…”

I flush, knowing that there is little point denying what we both already know to be true. I glance up to him, my eyes imploring the messages I long to say. He pulls me closer, pressing my head against his warm chest. “Have you missed me, my love?” His voice is a deep murmur into my right ear.

“Yes…” I just about manage.

“And so you have chosen to be intentionally disobedient, to garner my attention?”

I shift my head, looking wildly into his face. “It is not my intention, My Lord,” I whimper.

“Oh, really, little one?” he asks, as that brow arches once again. “I think that is an untruth. I think you did intend to disobey me, and I think you did so because you have missed my discipline. Am I correct?”

I am trembling as I reply, utterly startled by his ability to read me. “Perhaps, yes, My Lord, but I did not want for you to be angry with me.”

He smiles. “Lydia,” he coos. “I am not angry. But you and I both know what happens to naughty, disobedient young ladies, don’t we?”

My mouth parts reflexively. “Will you spank me?” I whimper.

“Yes,” he says, pulling me toward him as he reseats himself. “I realise that I have been remiss in my duties to you, and for that I apologise. I intend to make amends right this moment.”

In an instant he pulls me forward and down toward his lap.

“But, My Lord!” I exclaim as I lurch headfirst over his breeches. “Not here, Thomas! What if somebody finds us?”

“We have had this conversation, Lydia,” he says firmly as he hoists me into position, “and I have assured you that I will spank you either with, or without, an audience.”

I gasp, feeling the skirts of my gown, petticoat, and stays dragged up my back, leaving my behind exposed and vulnerable. Almost immediately, his hand lands against my bare skin, the sound resonating around the study. I squeeze my eyes shut, stunned by the escalation of events. I pray silently that none of the staff will hear us and enter the room unexpectedly.

A further four swats are landed on my bottom, and they are hard and intense spanks. I am forced to bear each one, feeling the sting and then warmth they leave after his palm has left. From this angle behind his desk I can see very little, except for the expensive rug at my fingertips.

As the next strike lands, I hear Thomas’ voice from over my head. “Why are you being spanked, Lydia?” he asks.

I notice his voice is calm, but there is just the slight edge of arousal laced there.

“I was disobedient, My Lord,” I reply, my own voice trembling as I do.

“Yes,” he agrees, swatting me hard on the rear again. “You disobeyed me in order to get the attention you require, instead of coming to me and telling me about your needs.”

His hand lands on my behind again. “And for that reason, little one,” he says firmly, “you will receive a sound spanking on your bare bottom, and you will thank me for it.”

I whimper as the next strike lands, catching the pulsating need between my legs. “Yes, My Lord,” I moan from over his lap. “Thank you.”

Five swats land quickly, and instinctively I mean to get up, arching my back as I try to move.

His hand holds me down decisively. “You will stay over my lap, Lydia,” he calls out, and I flinch at the volume, hoping that nobody else will hear him. “You need this punishment, do you not?”

“Yes,” I whine, wincing as the next spank lands.

“Yes, you do,” he says, reaffirming my own thoughts. “So just take it, little one.”

I swallow hard, loathing the way he calls me his little one as he spanks me. The label, of course, helps to reinforce my subservience to him. The onslaught continues, and the stinging sensation is intense. He pushes me on, the utter indignation of the punishment both riling and arousing me. At some point I lose count of the swats, feeling the tension between my legs growing and building. I know I am wet, and I long secretly for Thomas to explore me there.

His palm eventually pauses, pressing itself against the warmth of my bare bottom. “How do you feel now, my love?” His voice is filled with passion.

“Thank you for my spanking, Thomas,” I murmur, unsure what else to say.

I hear him laugh, and slowly, teasingly, his fingers dip between my hot cheeks.

“Well done, my love,” he soothes, as one and then two digits slip against my wetness.

I mewl and groan, loving the intensity of his touch already.

“So wet and beautiful,” he whispers adoringly. “I yearn for our wedding night, Lydia, when I can finally possess you as a man should claim his wife.”

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Felicity Brandon is an international bestselling & award-winning writer of BDSM, spanking erotic romance.

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#SatSpanks - A gentle landing

This excerpt is from my book, Holding Cynthia. Poor Cynthia couldn’t lie still when Antony held her over his knee so he bent her over the bed for more serious treatment (edited):

Cynthia's ass burned but Antony kept spanking, his large, muscular hands raining down on her until her entire consciousness was filled with nothing but the pain and the sense of him possessing her. Then, to her horror, he started to lightly flick the top of her thighs. Being spanked on the bottom was bad. The thighs were one hundred times more sensitive. A thousand. She closed her eyes, gasped again, steeling herself for whatever horrible thing was coming next.

And then he stopped. He sat on the bed and helped her up to stand. He pulled up her panties and jeans before drawing her down to sit beside him. “You’re a good girl,” he said. “You took your spanking well for a first timer.”

When he embraced her, the entire world disappeared as she sheltered in his arms. She loved the smell of him, the deepness of his voice, the way he banished her worries to another dimension.

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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

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)

Taken By The Barbarian by April Vine

If you missed April Vine’s book Taken by The Barbarian the first time it was on my blog, it’s second for a second look. Here’s a small sample of the many five-star reviews it has earned on Amazon:

  • Best story I have ever read! It's a little bit medieval "Fifty Shades of Grey". […] Just read this awesome adventure and love story.
  • Great storyline, fleshed out characters and smoking hot chemistry!! This will be re-read more than once :).
  • This book was definitely a winner. Dominant male. Check. Hot sex scenes. Check. Romance. Check. You can't go wrong with this book.
  • The writing was wonderful, sex scenes great, the characters well described. Overall I would read it again and other books from this author
  • The theory that you can't judge a book by its cover doesn't apply here. Everything on the pages is as hot as that crazy hot cover. The book is exactly as the title -and cover- imply, a steamy take of a princess stolen away, forced to submit to a very Dominant man. There are some interesting twists, steamy sex, and a great ride to a happy ending

How can you resist this fantasy, erotic romance?

Blurb:

Having spent her life confined behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could be kept safe and pure, twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent, naïve, and utterly unprepared for what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the barbarian ruler of the planet Sentara.

To her surprise, Saraska quickly discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall, handsome king is far from the ruthless savage she expected. His stern discipline and his bold, intimate exploration of her virgin body leave her quivering with need, and when at last he claims her completely his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure more intense than she could have ever imagined.

Though Saraska grew up believing her people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she has been lied to her entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her against Roark, will Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she has grown to love?

Publisher’s Note: Taken by The Barbarian includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt:

He could spank her behind all shades of color then if he liked but in the end it meant getting rid of him. She could handle a few slaps with a strap, no matter the size. In the last three moons, an uncaring numbness had established itself in her body and only her heart endured all her pain. She wouldn’t die from his spanking and certainly there was a stark flaw in his discipline since she planned never to do her chores anyway. Or start obeying him.

She could do this. She could take this Alien Warlord’s punishment and not falter one bit. He would have to discipline her for the rest of her life, but she would never do her chores, she would never obey him.

She lifted the nightdress and laid over his lap, her feet and hands not touching the floor. The hardness of his thighs penetrated her middle. Her mind reeled with the differences in their bodies and that strange feeling of heat covered her skin again. Only when she was with him did she forget the cold. Where she was small, soft, smooth, and without a strand of hair save for her head, he was massive, hard, rough, and his jaw darkened with hair.

“Ah, fuck,” he growled softly. For long moments, nothing happened. She braced herself for her first strike but none came. Instead she felt a rising hardness against the side of her curved into his lap. Her heart thudded. She turned her head. Was that part of his body? Some Alien characteristic?

But he growled, pressed into her lower back and released a raw streak of heat across her previously pampered skin. It burned like a flame and yet the pain didn’t register just as pain alone. Her whole body erupted into countless electrical sparks, all of them notably and oddly pleasurable. Just like when he touched her. The second one landed in the same place, deeper and more severe and directly after the first. She cried out, then bit her lip.

“Will you do your chores?” he asked.

“No,” she said forcefully.

Another series of strikes whipped across her backside. She clutched her thighs together, her whole focus on the ever-rising heat between her legs taking over every other part of her body. His hand, no matter how he touched her seemed to ignite her forbidden place. And why did her nipples swell and hurt so much and now she believed only his mouth could ease her ache there, yet where his mouth could give her fleeting relief, he evoked other wild uncanny sensations everywhere else in her body when he did. She scrunched her eyes tightly, not from the sting of his spanking, but from the desperate need to spread her thighs so she could ease the tightness there.

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APRIL VINE is a night-time erotic romance writer and a daytime professional dreamer. She adores books, chocolates and shoes, and is happiest doing all three at the same time.

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A Strict Gentleman by Jaye Peaches

Jaye Peaches is here today with her latest book, A Strict Gentleman. Set in the Victoria era, this romance crosses time to bring its lovers together.

Sir Henry, a strict gentleman, needs an obedient maid, nothing more, until Kelly appears in his life.

Blurb:

Twenty-three-year-old Kelly Regan didn’t expect much excitement when she took a job as a curator at a historic estate, but upon encountering a beautiful, mysteriously powerful mirror she suddenly finds herself transported back to the Victorian era.

Kelly is intrigued by the estate’s owner, the handsome bachelor Sir Henry Yarlswood, and in order to learn more about life in his household she impersonates another woman and obtains a position as his maid. But Henry is not a man who tolerates dishonestly from his staff, and after her deception is discovered Kelly’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing spanking.

The stern punishment only increases Kelly’s desire to know more about her handsome employer, but after she is caught snooping through his personal effects she soon finds herself stripped naked for an even more shameful chastisement. Despite her sore bottom, however, she is deeply aroused by Henry’s firm-handed dominance, and when he claims her properly his masterful lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But will their blossoming romance be enough to keep her by his side, even if it means leaving her old life behind forever?

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

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt: 

Reaching round, he hitched up her skirts, fighting the petticoats until he had hold of her drawers. With a yank, he brought them down past her arse. Spreading his fingers, he clutched at a cheek, and squeezed the warm lobe until it felt like it might melt in his palm.

She gasped, teetering on her tiptoes as he kneaded her naked buttock. The swell of desire extended to the end of his cock, filling it with hot blood and pushing it up. She rocked her hipbone against it, and it was his turn to gasp.

“Why, you vixen,” he charged her.

She giggled.

He still held the duster. “You shall be punished. I’m going to whip you with this,” he murmured, nibbling on her earlobe.

“No!” she squawked. “I’ve not done a thing wrong. It will hurt,” she added indignantly.

“Ha, I decide, do I not? And it won’t hurt, not in the way you think it will.” He pointed at the table. “Bend over and keep your skirts up.”

“Sir, this is most inappropriate. Someone might come—”

“Who? I keep this house quiet of servants for a reason. Now, bend!”

She fumbled with her petticoats and pouted. She frowned so sweetly, it hardened his cock to see her little displays of defiance knowing shortly she would be begging for relief and pleasure.

She folded over the end of the dining table with aplomb, dropping her drawers at the same time. As for the skirts, she hugged them under her hips, protecting her from the rigid edge of the oak.

He lifted the duster—a rod to which the feathers of a goose had been attached—and swept it across her bare arse. She squealed and her face screwed up tight.

“It hurts, it hurts,” she wailed.

However, rather than lift it off, he spread the feathers across her rump and dragged them down the back of her thighs, then reversing direction, up between her legs.

“Ooo!” She knocked her knees together and trapped the duster as it glided up her slit and furrow. The feathers became wet with her nectar.

“Again?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, please,” she quipped.

Jaye Peaches in her own words:

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, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

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