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August 24, 2016
Constance Masters ~ TRICKERY ~
I am so pleased to host fellow spanky author Constance Masters on my blog today, sharing her hot new release Trickery!
Blurb: Morgan King is a 23 year old virgin who has never had a proper boyfriend. The fussy young woman longs to meet a man everything like the heroes in the spanking romance novels she loves to read. When such a man comes along, Morgan is sure that he must be too good to be true and balks at actually meeting him.
Jackson Brooks is a 29 year old middle school teacher who works summers at his family’s summer camp. When he gets to know Morgan on an online dating site, he is sure she’s the girl for him. They are both ready to settle down and he doesn’t understand why she is so hesitant to meet him in person. His confusion deepens when he finds out she has sent him a fake photo; he is not happy. With his job as director of the summer camp looming, he decides to give the elusive Morgan some space.
Morgan is devastated when she realizes she has probably blown things with Jackson. The desperate young woman hatches a plan to get to know him secretly. She pretends to be her own mother and books herself into Sunnyvale Summer Camp under the name of Alyssa King, using her sister’s birth certificate. What will happen when Jackson finds out?
And here's a great spanky excerpt, with a very imaginative implement! I don't think I'm ever going to look at blinds in quite the same way again!
Jackson stood and walked around to her side of the desk. “Stand up.”“What are you doing?” Morgan’s eyes were wide with disbelief but she did as he asked. “Bend over the desk.” He moved his things out of the way and stood back while she bent over. “Stay there.”“What are you going to do? You can’t really mean to spank me, not here. Someone will hear you!” Morgan shifted nervously, her fingers automatically tugging at the frayed hem of her shorts. “They won’t because you will not make a sound. You are going to take what you have coming to you and you are going to be completely silent. Not one little whimper because you know you deserve every single lick.” Jackson was angry and he had to decide what to do but there was no way he could even think straight until he’d metered out at least some punishment. It was nothing compared to what he wanted to do but he had to bear in mind there were kids on the property and for the most part he had to concentrate on them. This bottom warming would have to be quick and sharp.“But I?” Morgan squirmed uncomfortably.“The only butt I’m interested in is the one I’m about to punish. Stay in that position and wait.” He was surprised that she did as he told her. Jackson locked his office door and walked through to his adjoining sleeping quarters to find something to spank her with. He needed something with maximum sting and yet whisper quiet. He had to remember that as far as the other councillors knew, he was holed up in here with a teenage girl. If they heard any kind of slap they could call the police and both of them could end up in jail. He took a belt out of his closet, folded it and cracked it across his palm. The sting was considerable but it was not noiseless. Could he use a rubber flip-flop? Nope, the slapping sound was distinctive and quite loud. Finally he grabbed the tilt wand from the blinds and flicked it across his hand. Perfect. It packed a good sting and was completely silent.
When he walked back into the office he was pleased to see that Morgan hadn’t moved. That was something. So her name was Morgan King. At least he could put a name, face and very soon, smacked bottom to the person he’d been talking to, at last. “What’s that?” Morgan asked, her head shooting around and her jaw dropping with shock when she saw what he was holding. “Bend back over.” He pressed her down slightly and pulled at her light shorts until they were buried within her crease. This left a pleasing amount of her naked butt cheeks on show. “I’m scared,” Morgan whimpered into her arm. “Good, you deserve to be scared.”“I’m sorry Jackson, I really am.”Jackson had to steel himself. “I’m going to spank your sassy, dishonest behind hard with this, plastic whatever it is, because you have put both of us at risk of being in terrible trouble with the law. You haven’t even had a criminal record check. My brother and sister in-law could lose their business. All because you didn’t think about anyone but yourself.”“And I’m not a criminal!” “I didn’t say you were but it is against the law to work wth kids without the proper checks.”“I just wanted to get to know you.” Morgan was crying and he hadn’t even smacked her yet.“There were better ways than this to get to know me.”“I can see that now!”“Hush,” he whispered.
Jackson raised his hand and brought the fiery little stick down hard across both plump cheeks. He would have loved for the first time he spanked this woman to have been with his hand. He wanted nothing more than to feel those soft cheeks ripple beneath his bare hand. He so wanted to hear the satisfying clap of flesh meeting flesh. He brought his chosen gadget down again, a little lower than the first pink line. “Please Jackson,” Morgan begged quietly. “It hurts.”“It’s not supposed to tickle Morgan. Honestly, you are so lucky that I can’t give you exactly what you deserve or you would be getting a thorough hand spanking followed by a few licks of my belt.”“I’ll do anything you want if you stop, please.”The whippy little plastic rod danced up and down her soft white flesh and she was dancing on her toes to ease the sting. “Keep still Alyssa,” he whispered. “You know you deserve this.”“But it burns—and my name is Morgan.”“Good, I hope it keeps on burning Morgan.” He hoisted her up by a handful of shorts and made sure he covered the area that usually remained hidden in the crease. He didn’t want the effects of this spanking to wear off too soon. Finally he put the wand down on the desk and pulled her shorts back into place to cover her bottom. She looked adorable; both hands were rubbing her sore bottom while she stood there with her messy hair and her tear stained cheeks looking completely contrite. He wanted nothing more than to hug her and kiss away her tears. “That hurt.”“I hope so honey.” He pulled her against him for their first ever, real hug and he had to admit, it felt good to hold Morgan in his arms, if only it was under better circumstances. “Enough, I need to figure out what to do next.”“What are we gonna do?”“Good question and when I decide I’ll let you know.”“Fine, don't let me interrupt your thoughts on what I am going to be doing.”“Hush Morgan, I need to decide quickly what to do about this,” Jackson said. “Whitney is going to be expecting me to have you removed.”“Oh well we have to do what makes Whitney happy.”“What do you mean happy? This isn’t about making Whitney happy it’s about Whitney knowing what the rules are and expecting me to follow them.”“Does she even know what was in the bag?”“No, I asked her to bring it to me. Councillors don’t have the authority to search bags.” He was starting to realize that they were the only two that knew about any of this.“This is about me. At least I should have a bit of a say about what we do next.”“Deciding what’s the right thing for everyone though isn’t easy and I’m the adult here.”“I am an adult.”“And you have demonstrated that so well.”
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Author Bio:
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.
Where can you find Constance?
Facebook: https://goo.gl/GXrB9P
Twitter: https://goo.gl/L3CGFd
Email: constancemasters@gmail.com
Blog: https://goo.gl/8ZAwLy
Blurb: Morgan King is a 23 year old virgin who has never had a proper boyfriend. The fussy young woman longs to meet a man everything like the heroes in the spanking romance novels she loves to read. When such a man comes along, Morgan is sure that he must be too good to be true and balks at actually meeting him.
Jackson Brooks is a 29 year old middle school teacher who works summers at his family’s summer camp. When he gets to know Morgan on an online dating site, he is sure she’s the girl for him. They are both ready to settle down and he doesn’t understand why she is so hesitant to meet him in person. His confusion deepens when he finds out she has sent him a fake photo; he is not happy. With his job as director of the summer camp looming, he decides to give the elusive Morgan some space.
Morgan is devastated when she realizes she has probably blown things with Jackson. The desperate young woman hatches a plan to get to know him secretly. She pretends to be her own mother and books herself into Sunnyvale Summer Camp under the name of Alyssa King, using her sister’s birth certificate. What will happen when Jackson finds out?
And here's a great spanky excerpt, with a very imaginative implement! I don't think I'm ever going to look at blinds in quite the same way again!
Jackson stood and walked around to her side of the desk. “Stand up.”“What are you doing?” Morgan’s eyes were wide with disbelief but she did as he asked. “Bend over the desk.” He moved his things out of the way and stood back while she bent over. “Stay there.”“What are you going to do? You can’t really mean to spank me, not here. Someone will hear you!” Morgan shifted nervously, her fingers automatically tugging at the frayed hem of her shorts. “They won’t because you will not make a sound. You are going to take what you have coming to you and you are going to be completely silent. Not one little whimper because you know you deserve every single lick.” Jackson was angry and he had to decide what to do but there was no way he could even think straight until he’d metered out at least some punishment. It was nothing compared to what he wanted to do but he had to bear in mind there were kids on the property and for the most part he had to concentrate on them. This bottom warming would have to be quick and sharp.“But I?” Morgan squirmed uncomfortably.“The only butt I’m interested in is the one I’m about to punish. Stay in that position and wait.” He was surprised that she did as he told her. Jackson locked his office door and walked through to his adjoining sleeping quarters to find something to spank her with. He needed something with maximum sting and yet whisper quiet. He had to remember that as far as the other councillors knew, he was holed up in here with a teenage girl. If they heard any kind of slap they could call the police and both of them could end up in jail. He took a belt out of his closet, folded it and cracked it across his palm. The sting was considerable but it was not noiseless. Could he use a rubber flip-flop? Nope, the slapping sound was distinctive and quite loud. Finally he grabbed the tilt wand from the blinds and flicked it across his hand. Perfect. It packed a good sting and was completely silent.
When he walked back into the office he was pleased to see that Morgan hadn’t moved. That was something. So her name was Morgan King. At least he could put a name, face and very soon, smacked bottom to the person he’d been talking to, at last. “What’s that?” Morgan asked, her head shooting around and her jaw dropping with shock when she saw what he was holding. “Bend back over.” He pressed her down slightly and pulled at her light shorts until they were buried within her crease. This left a pleasing amount of her naked butt cheeks on show. “I’m scared,” Morgan whimpered into her arm. “Good, you deserve to be scared.”“I’m sorry Jackson, I really am.”Jackson had to steel himself. “I’m going to spank your sassy, dishonest behind hard with this, plastic whatever it is, because you have put both of us at risk of being in terrible trouble with the law. You haven’t even had a criminal record check. My brother and sister in-law could lose their business. All because you didn’t think about anyone but yourself.”“And I’m not a criminal!” “I didn’t say you were but it is against the law to work wth kids without the proper checks.”“I just wanted to get to know you.” Morgan was crying and he hadn’t even smacked her yet.“There were better ways than this to get to know me.”“I can see that now!”“Hush,” he whispered.
Jackson raised his hand and brought the fiery little stick down hard across both plump cheeks. He would have loved for the first time he spanked this woman to have been with his hand. He wanted nothing more than to feel those soft cheeks ripple beneath his bare hand. He so wanted to hear the satisfying clap of flesh meeting flesh. He brought his chosen gadget down again, a little lower than the first pink line. “Please Jackson,” Morgan begged quietly. “It hurts.”“It’s not supposed to tickle Morgan. Honestly, you are so lucky that I can’t give you exactly what you deserve or you would be getting a thorough hand spanking followed by a few licks of my belt.”“I’ll do anything you want if you stop, please.”The whippy little plastic rod danced up and down her soft white flesh and she was dancing on her toes to ease the sting. “Keep still Alyssa,” he whispered. “You know you deserve this.”“But it burns—and my name is Morgan.”“Good, I hope it keeps on burning Morgan.” He hoisted her up by a handful of shorts and made sure he covered the area that usually remained hidden in the crease. He didn’t want the effects of this spanking to wear off too soon. Finally he put the wand down on the desk and pulled her shorts back into place to cover her bottom. She looked adorable; both hands were rubbing her sore bottom while she stood there with her messy hair and her tear stained cheeks looking completely contrite. He wanted nothing more than to hug her and kiss away her tears. “That hurt.”“I hope so honey.” He pulled her against him for their first ever, real hug and he had to admit, it felt good to hold Morgan in his arms, if only it was under better circumstances. “Enough, I need to figure out what to do next.”“What are we gonna do?”“Good question and when I decide I’ll let you know.”“Fine, don't let me interrupt your thoughts on what I am going to be doing.”“Hush Morgan, I need to decide quickly what to do about this,” Jackson said. “Whitney is going to be expecting me to have you removed.”“Oh well we have to do what makes Whitney happy.”“What do you mean happy? This isn’t about making Whitney happy it’s about Whitney knowing what the rules are and expecting me to follow them.”“Does she even know what was in the bag?”“No, I asked her to bring it to me. Councillors don’t have the authority to search bags.” He was starting to realize that they were the only two that knew about any of this.“This is about me. At least I should have a bit of a say about what we do next.”“Deciding what’s the right thing for everyone though isn’t easy and I’m the adult here.”“I am an adult.”“And you have demonstrated that so well.”
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Blushing Books
Apple ibooks
Kobo
Author Bio:
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.
Where can you find Constance?
Facebook: https://goo.gl/GXrB9P
Twitter: https://goo.gl/L3CGFd
Email: constancemasters@gmail.com
Blog: https://goo.gl/8ZAwLy
August 14, 2016
THE ARTIST ~ By Juliette Banks
I'm so pleased to host Rachel de Vine writing as Juliette Banks to my blog today with her great new release The Artist!
Thank you very much Kelly for inviting me on to your blog to tell you about my new book, The Artist. This is an historical romance, with a good dollop of love, lust and even a murder, based in England and Italy of 1850.
Many of you might know me as Rachel de Vine, and I have published eight books with Blushing Books under this name. However, I am making a change of pen name with this book – hence the name of Juliette Banks.
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BLURB: Lizzie was a pretty, but quite simple village girl when circumstances led her to the artist, Theo. She had made a bad marriage to Lionel, a man who mistreated her, and who then threw her out when she refused to sell her body on the street for him. Theo was a rebellious son of a Viscount, who left his privileged background to pursue his career as an artist, and his favourite subjects were pretty young women whom he painted in the nude. He was delighted, therefore, when the beautiful Lizzie approached his door one day and offered her services as a model.
It was only a matter of days before an attraction was ignited between them and they became lovers. But Lionel, hearing that his wife was now living with the artist, regretted throwing her out on the street and snatched her back when Theo was away. But the artist had begun to have affectionate feelings for his model and set off in pursuit. In the ensuing struggle, when he caught them up, Lionel was killed and the two lovers had to escape abroad to evade being charged with his murder.
Can the love between a son of a Viscount and an illiterate country girl survive after such a troubled start? And would they have to face justice for the murder of Lizzie’s husband? This is an erotic tale of a young couple in mid-nineteenth century England and Italy.
Excerpt: Theo was cheerful as he stepped down from the coach when it stopped near the tavern. He had sold all three of the paintings to the dealer, who liked them so much that he asked the artist if he could have some more. "You have a beautiful new model, Mr Harper, that's for sure. And the way you have portrayed her—sensuous, but also fresh and appealing, with just a hint of mischief—will appeal to a wide range of my clients. Many of them are gentlemen of means who appreciate such a beauty as your young model, and would be happy to have a painting on the wall of their private study, although I daresay that they would forego the painting if they could have the lady in question waiting in their bed instead; begging your pardon, sir, I hope I do not offend." "Not at all, Mr Simpson. I consider myself lucky to have the acquaintance of such a lady, and now, if you will excuse me, I wish to rush right back to the woman in question and begin painting again." He had missed Lizzie more than he had expected. In just a few weeks she had managed to penetrate his heart as well as become an enticing and very desirable lover. He was not a man to lose his heart easily, but sweet and sensual Lizzie made his heart skip a beat for the first time in many years. It wasn't just the sexual urges she inspired in his groin, but she brought out the protective side to his nature, and he found that he wanted to protect her and show her a kindness that she had clearly not found in her previous life.
On his return journey from London he had spent much of the time remembering her sweet face and her sensuous curves that provided so much delight for him. His cock had stirred as he anticipated the pleasures in store for him on his return. As a treat, both for Lizzie—and, it must be said, for him, too—he had bought some fancy underwear for her, decorated with lace and ribbons, which he would take great delight in peeling off her before bending her over the kitchen table and fucking her soundly until she groaned with pleasure. Now he was nearly home and he walked briskly towards his house, whistling to himself and smiling at the thought of the pleasure ahead of him. He was puzzled on his arrival home to see the front door a little ajar, and wondered if Lizzie had been out and had forgotten to fasten the latch on her return. He pushed open the door and called out. "Lizzie, I'm back. Come here, my sweet little model. I have some surprises for you." He was met with silence. Perhaps she was outside the back of the house, hanging out washing? He walked through the kitchen, but there was no sign of her there. It was only when he went into the studio and saw the damaged painting that his heart began to race. Something had happened to his sweet little Lizzie and a wave of fear passed through his body. He was as certain as he could be that Lizzie had not left voluntarily, and nothing appeared to be stolen, which might have indicated thieves. No, the damaged painting suggested one thing to him, which was that a jealous husband had come to reclaim his wife. It seemed to Theo to be the most likely event. But what was he going to do about it? I hope you have enjoyed reading a little about The Artist. Here are my contact details.I can be contacted at www.juliettebanksauthor@gmail.comAnd my Facebook page is http://facebook.com/juliettebanksauthorOr I can be found on Twitter at www.twitter.com/juliettebanksukI don’t yet have a website for Juliette Banks, but information about this book can be found at my Rachel de Vine site, which can be found at www.racheldevineauthor.com If you read any of my books I will be your friend forever if you leave a review at the site where you purchased the book. Many thanks. Juliette x Picture of nude woman is entitled “Passion” and is reproduced by kind permission of the artist, Irena Jablonski (USA)
Thank you very much Kelly for inviting me on to your blog to tell you about my new book, The Artist. This is an historical romance, with a good dollop of love, lust and even a murder, based in England and Italy of 1850.
Many of you might know me as Rachel de Vine, and I have published eight books with Blushing Books under this name. However, I am making a change of pen name with this book – hence the name of Juliette Banks.
Amazon USAmazon UKAmazon Canada
BLURB: Lizzie was a pretty, but quite simple village girl when circumstances led her to the artist, Theo. She had made a bad marriage to Lionel, a man who mistreated her, and who then threw her out when she refused to sell her body on the street for him. Theo was a rebellious son of a Viscount, who left his privileged background to pursue his career as an artist, and his favourite subjects were pretty young women whom he painted in the nude. He was delighted, therefore, when the beautiful Lizzie approached his door one day and offered her services as a model.
It was only a matter of days before an attraction was ignited between them and they became lovers. But Lionel, hearing that his wife was now living with the artist, regretted throwing her out on the street and snatched her back when Theo was away. But the artist had begun to have affectionate feelings for his model and set off in pursuit. In the ensuing struggle, when he caught them up, Lionel was killed and the two lovers had to escape abroad to evade being charged with his murder.
Can the love between a son of a Viscount and an illiterate country girl survive after such a troubled start? And would they have to face justice for the murder of Lizzie’s husband? This is an erotic tale of a young couple in mid-nineteenth century England and Italy.
Excerpt: Theo was cheerful as he stepped down from the coach when it stopped near the tavern. He had sold all three of the paintings to the dealer, who liked them so much that he asked the artist if he could have some more. "You have a beautiful new model, Mr Harper, that's for sure. And the way you have portrayed her—sensuous, but also fresh and appealing, with just a hint of mischief—will appeal to a wide range of my clients. Many of them are gentlemen of means who appreciate such a beauty as your young model, and would be happy to have a painting on the wall of their private study, although I daresay that they would forego the painting if they could have the lady in question waiting in their bed instead; begging your pardon, sir, I hope I do not offend." "Not at all, Mr Simpson. I consider myself lucky to have the acquaintance of such a lady, and now, if you will excuse me, I wish to rush right back to the woman in question and begin painting again." He had missed Lizzie more than he had expected. In just a few weeks she had managed to penetrate his heart as well as become an enticing and very desirable lover. He was not a man to lose his heart easily, but sweet and sensual Lizzie made his heart skip a beat for the first time in many years. It wasn't just the sexual urges she inspired in his groin, but she brought out the protective side to his nature, and he found that he wanted to protect her and show her a kindness that she had clearly not found in her previous life.
On his return journey from London he had spent much of the time remembering her sweet face and her sensuous curves that provided so much delight for him. His cock had stirred as he anticipated the pleasures in store for him on his return. As a treat, both for Lizzie—and, it must be said, for him, too—he had bought some fancy underwear for her, decorated with lace and ribbons, which he would take great delight in peeling off her before bending her over the kitchen table and fucking her soundly until she groaned with pleasure. Now he was nearly home and he walked briskly towards his house, whistling to himself and smiling at the thought of the pleasure ahead of him. He was puzzled on his arrival home to see the front door a little ajar, and wondered if Lizzie had been out and had forgotten to fasten the latch on her return. He pushed open the door and called out. "Lizzie, I'm back. Come here, my sweet little model. I have some surprises for you." He was met with silence. Perhaps she was outside the back of the house, hanging out washing? He walked through the kitchen, but there was no sign of her there. It was only when he went into the studio and saw the damaged painting that his heart began to race. Something had happened to his sweet little Lizzie and a wave of fear passed through his body. He was as certain as he could be that Lizzie had not left voluntarily, and nothing appeared to be stolen, which might have indicated thieves. No, the damaged painting suggested one thing to him, which was that a jealous husband had come to reclaim his wife. It seemed to Theo to be the most likely event. But what was he going to do about it? I hope you have enjoyed reading a little about The Artist. Here are my contact details.I can be contacted at www.juliettebanksauthor@gmail.comAnd my Facebook page is http://facebook.com/juliettebanksauthorOr I can be found on Twitter at www.twitter.com/juliettebanksukI don’t yet have a website for Juliette Banks, but information about this book can be found at my Rachel de Vine site, which can be found at www.racheldevineauthor.com If you read any of my books I will be your friend forever if you leave a review at the site where you purchased the book. Many thanks. Juliette x Picture of nude woman is entitled “Passion” and is reproduced by kind permission of the artist, Irena Jablonski (USA)August 11, 2016
Destiny's Chance ~ by Cara Bristol
I'm so pleased to host USA Today Bestselling author Cara Bristol on my blog today with her hot new paranormal spanking romance Destiny's Chance.
Fate gave her a chance for love. Is she brave enough to accept it? Destiny Grable has loved Chance Everett for as long as she could remember, but he was never interested in her until a tragic act of fate grants her heart’s desire. Now Chance is all hers—body, mind, and soul. But once they’re together, she discovers he has a kinky side she never knew about. Is she ready for it? Can she handle it? And Chance isn’t the only one with a secret. If he discovers what she’s hiding, will he still want her?
Destiny’s Chance was previously published in 2013. This is a re-release.
Available on Amazon & Kindle Unlimited
Excerpt:
A silk kimono slithered off a hanger to land on a chest on the floor of the closet. She hung up the robe and eyed the trunk. Made of aged, saddlelike leather, it had thick rawhide handles and brass hardware.She dropped to her haunches. “Probably locked anyway.”She pressed the button. The latch popped. She wavered, then surrendered to curiosity and lifted the lid.“Oh my God!” She clapped a hand over her mouth and fell on her ass. “That’s his kink.” She stared at the treasure trove of spanking implements. Paying attention to how she removed them so she could replace them exactly as she’d found them, she examined the items. Several paddles of different shapes and sizes in both leather and wood. A pom-pom-like flogger with supple soft leather strands and a stiff wooden handle. Some common items: a hairbrush, a wooden spoon, a ruler. And a strop resembling a belt split into two parts. A tawse! She’d heard of them but never had seen one until now.She smacked her palm with it. Biting. How would it feel against a bare bottom? She pictured herself laid out like an offering over Chance’s lap as he spanked her bottom until it was supersensitive and then stung her cheeks with the tawse.Her pussy cheered with a twitch.She fantasized often about being spanked but had no idea if she’d like it if she experienced it. However, she loved leather—appreciated its hard and soft textures, its masculine scent, the snap it made. Such a versatile material. Sensual. Sexy. She stroked the soft strands of the flogger, then whacked her palm with the tawse again. She sat cross-legged on the floor like a little girl playing with grown-up toys. All she required for some really wicked games was a playmate named Chance.
Author bio USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes contemporary and science fiction romance and has topped the Amazon sales charts in science fiction and fantasy romance and erotica. No matter what the romance subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven, seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.
Cara Bristol website | New Release Newsletter| Amazon Author page Facebook | Twitter | Instagram
Fate gave her a chance for love. Is she brave enough to accept it? Destiny Grable has loved Chance Everett for as long as she could remember, but he was never interested in her until a tragic act of fate grants her heart’s desire. Now Chance is all hers—body, mind, and soul. But once they’re together, she discovers he has a kinky side she never knew about. Is she ready for it? Can she handle it? And Chance isn’t the only one with a secret. If he discovers what she’s hiding, will he still want her?
Destiny’s Chance was previously published in 2013. This is a re-release.
Available on Amazon & Kindle Unlimited
Excerpt:
A silk kimono slithered off a hanger to land on a chest on the floor of the closet. She hung up the robe and eyed the trunk. Made of aged, saddlelike leather, it had thick rawhide handles and brass hardware.She dropped to her haunches. “Probably locked anyway.”She pressed the button. The latch popped. She wavered, then surrendered to curiosity and lifted the lid.“Oh my God!” She clapped a hand over her mouth and fell on her ass. “That’s his kink.” She stared at the treasure trove of spanking implements. Paying attention to how she removed them so she could replace them exactly as she’d found them, she examined the items. Several paddles of different shapes and sizes in both leather and wood. A pom-pom-like flogger with supple soft leather strands and a stiff wooden handle. Some common items: a hairbrush, a wooden spoon, a ruler. And a strop resembling a belt split into two parts. A tawse! She’d heard of them but never had seen one until now.She smacked her palm with it. Biting. How would it feel against a bare bottom? She pictured herself laid out like an offering over Chance’s lap as he spanked her bottom until it was supersensitive and then stung her cheeks with the tawse.Her pussy cheered with a twitch.She fantasized often about being spanked but had no idea if she’d like it if she experienced it. However, she loved leather—appreciated its hard and soft textures, its masculine scent, the snap it made. Such a versatile material. Sensual. Sexy. She stroked the soft strands of the flogger, then whacked her palm with the tawse again. She sat cross-legged on the floor like a little girl playing with grown-up toys. All she required for some really wicked games was a playmate named Chance.
Author bio USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes contemporary and science fiction romance and has topped the Amazon sales charts in science fiction and fantasy romance and erotica. No matter what the romance subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven, seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.
Cara Bristol website | New Release Newsletter| Amazon Author page Facebook | Twitter | Instagram
August 9, 2016
The Doctor's Little Mate ~ by Meredith O'Reilly
I'm so pleased to have Meredith O'Reilly on my blog today sharing her brand new erotic sci-fi age-play book The Doctor's Little Mate. I just checked it out on Amazon and it's currently doing really well there - congrats Meredith!!
Hi! Thank you for having me over on your blog today to promote my new book, The Doctor’s Little Mate!
In this snippet, Maggie and her Daddy go shopping for more toys for Maggie to play with when she is acting little.
“Ian! I don’t need that!” I shouted as he tossed another doll into our cart. The cart was already filled to the top with books, two objects Ian called creatograms, colorful beads, coloring books, and several dolls. Now we were moving toward games and stuffed animals.
“Young lady, I don’t want to hear that again. You may not need any of this stuff, but it’s okay to want it. Besides, who says that this isn’t all for me? I love a good tiara,” he joked, picking up a plastic crown that was bright silver with colorful gems all over it from one of the shelves and putting it on his head, while batting his eyes.
“Daddy, you’re being silly,” I giggled. He laughed right along with me.
When we settled down, I said, “But seriously, I don’t want to use all of your money on buying toys.”
He stopped walking, turned his head to the ceiling, and took a deep breath before he turned toward me. He bent down until we were at eye level.
“Listen, baby girl. Whether you need any of this or not, it pleases me to buy it for you. Now, I don’t want to hear any more complaints or I’ll take you shopping every day for the rest of our mating period.”
“You wouldn’t!” I was trying to save the guy some money. What kind of man got frustrated when his mate was trying to save him money?
“Try me, little girl.” After a stare-down with Ian’s eyes turning a dark red, I dropped my gaze first, submitting to what he wanted. “Now I want you to pick out a dozen stuffed animals and put them in the cart,” he ordered.
I nodded, going down the aisle, grabbing the ones that I wanted. After I chose my first two animals, I suddenly really got into it and started to have fun.
“Oh! Look at this cutie!”
I wasn’t sure what some of these animals were, but I didn’t care because they were so adorable and extra soft.
Within minutes, I had picked out my dozen, plus one more, and turned toward my daddy.
“Good girl. Would you like to look at the puzzles?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Maggie,” he growled in a warning tone.
“It’s not because I’m trying to save your money. It’s because I’m not good at puzzles, honest. It’s really sad; even the easiest puzzles confuse me.”
I felt a little stupid admitting that. A normal person would be able to solve a puzzle for kids in a matter of seconds. Me? A kids’ puzzle could take me an hour to do.
“Well, how about we get two and I’ll help you with them?”
I nodded and chose one puzzle that was a picture of the sea with strange but colorful fish in it, and another puzzle that was a picture of the Aureusian skyline. They each had only forty pieces. I hoped
I didn’t make a complete fool of myself when Ian and I did them.
When I went to put the puzzles in the cart, there was no room. I thought it was too much, but didn’t dare say so again.
“I think we’ll have stop, Daddy, or get another cart.”
It felt so weird to call him that, but I knew right away that it pleased him when a huge grin lit up his face.
“I guess you’re right, sweetie. We can come back any time.”
He had to be kidding, but when no smile crossed his face, I knew he wasn’t.
We went over to the checkout area. Daddy emptied the contents of our cart onto the conveyer belt.
He turned toward me and said, “Sweetie, put your puzzles up here so I can pay for them.”
“Are you sure I can get them?” He had already spent so much money on me today.
He nodded and smiled as I put my puzzles on the moving belt. After that, the teller rang up all of our purchases and bagged them.
Once Daddy paid, a kind worker helped us load everything into our ship, and we headed home.
BUY IT ON AMAZON HERE
The Doctor’s Little Mate Blurb
When twenty-six-year-old Maggie Reeves wakes up in a hospital after a car accident, the last thing she expects is for a doctor from the planet Aureus to show up at her bedside. It is disturbing enough that she has seen this handsome alien before, in dreams so intimate that just thinking about them leaves her blushing, but the real shock comes when he calmly informs Maggie that she is his destined mate and he will be taking her with him to his world to finish her treatment.
Though Ian knows that his beautiful human mate is none too pleased with her situation, his planet’s treaty with Earth gives him two weeks to convince Maggie to accept the match. During that time, he will be her firm but loving daddy. He will hold his little girl in his arms, comfort her when she is sad, and cook her favorite foods, but he will also see to her most intimate, embarrassing needs and he will not hesitate to spank her bare bottom when she is naughty.
Despite her initial reluctance to trust him, Maggie soon finds herself surrendering willingly to Ian’s strict but gentle dominance and letting him take care of her completely. But when the mating period comes to an end and she is free to return to Earth if she chooses, will Maggie decide to stay with her new daddy or leave his arms forever?
Publisher’s Note: The Doctor’s Little Mate is a stand-alone sequel to The Prince’s Little Mate. It is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Contact LinksFacebookTwitter: oreilly29Meredith’s BlogMeredith’s Amazon Author Page
Thank you for having me over again! :-)
Hi! Thank you for having me over on your blog today to promote my new book, The Doctor’s Little Mate! In this snippet, Maggie and her Daddy go shopping for more toys for Maggie to play with when she is acting little.
“Ian! I don’t need that!” I shouted as he tossed another doll into our cart. The cart was already filled to the top with books, two objects Ian called creatograms, colorful beads, coloring books, and several dolls. Now we were moving toward games and stuffed animals.
“Young lady, I don’t want to hear that again. You may not need any of this stuff, but it’s okay to want it. Besides, who says that this isn’t all for me? I love a good tiara,” he joked, picking up a plastic crown that was bright silver with colorful gems all over it from one of the shelves and putting it on his head, while batting his eyes.
“Daddy, you’re being silly,” I giggled. He laughed right along with me.
When we settled down, I said, “But seriously, I don’t want to use all of your money on buying toys.”
He stopped walking, turned his head to the ceiling, and took a deep breath before he turned toward me. He bent down until we were at eye level.
“Listen, baby girl. Whether you need any of this or not, it pleases me to buy it for you. Now, I don’t want to hear any more complaints or I’ll take you shopping every day for the rest of our mating period.”
“You wouldn’t!” I was trying to save the guy some money. What kind of man got frustrated when his mate was trying to save him money?
“Try me, little girl.” After a stare-down with Ian’s eyes turning a dark red, I dropped my gaze first, submitting to what he wanted. “Now I want you to pick out a dozen stuffed animals and put them in the cart,” he ordered.
I nodded, going down the aisle, grabbing the ones that I wanted. After I chose my first two animals, I suddenly really got into it and started to have fun.
“Oh! Look at this cutie!”
I wasn’t sure what some of these animals were, but I didn’t care because they were so adorable and extra soft.
Within minutes, I had picked out my dozen, plus one more, and turned toward my daddy.
“Good girl. Would you like to look at the puzzles?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Maggie,” he growled in a warning tone.
“It’s not because I’m trying to save your money. It’s because I’m not good at puzzles, honest. It’s really sad; even the easiest puzzles confuse me.”
I felt a little stupid admitting that. A normal person would be able to solve a puzzle for kids in a matter of seconds. Me? A kids’ puzzle could take me an hour to do.
“Well, how about we get two and I’ll help you with them?”
I nodded and chose one puzzle that was a picture of the sea with strange but colorful fish in it, and another puzzle that was a picture of the Aureusian skyline. They each had only forty pieces. I hoped
I didn’t make a complete fool of myself when Ian and I did them.
When I went to put the puzzles in the cart, there was no room. I thought it was too much, but didn’t dare say so again.
“I think we’ll have stop, Daddy, or get another cart.”
It felt so weird to call him that, but I knew right away that it pleased him when a huge grin lit up his face.
“I guess you’re right, sweetie. We can come back any time.”
He had to be kidding, but when no smile crossed his face, I knew he wasn’t.
We went over to the checkout area. Daddy emptied the contents of our cart onto the conveyer belt.
He turned toward me and said, “Sweetie, put your puzzles up here so I can pay for them.”
“Are you sure I can get them?” He had already spent so much money on me today.
He nodded and smiled as I put my puzzles on the moving belt. After that, the teller rang up all of our purchases and bagged them.
Once Daddy paid, a kind worker helped us load everything into our ship, and we headed home.
BUY IT ON AMAZON HERE
The Doctor’s Little Mate Blurb
When twenty-six-year-old Maggie Reeves wakes up in a hospital after a car accident, the last thing she expects is for a doctor from the planet Aureus to show up at her bedside. It is disturbing enough that she has seen this handsome alien before, in dreams so intimate that just thinking about them leaves her blushing, but the real shock comes when he calmly informs Maggie that she is his destined mate and he will be taking her with him to his world to finish her treatment.
Though Ian knows that his beautiful human mate is none too pleased with her situation, his planet’s treaty with Earth gives him two weeks to convince Maggie to accept the match. During that time, he will be her firm but loving daddy. He will hold his little girl in his arms, comfort her when she is sad, and cook her favorite foods, but he will also see to her most intimate, embarrassing needs and he will not hesitate to spank her bare bottom when she is naughty.
Despite her initial reluctance to trust him, Maggie soon finds herself surrendering willingly to Ian’s strict but gentle dominance and letting him take care of her completely. But when the mating period comes to an end and she is free to return to Earth if she chooses, will Maggie decide to stay with her new daddy or leave his arms forever?
Publisher’s Note: The Doctor’s Little Mate is a stand-alone sequel to The Prince’s Little Mate. It is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Contact LinksFacebookTwitter: oreilly29Meredith’s BlogMeredith’s Amazon Author Page
Thank you for having me over again! :-)
August 5, 2016
London Lady ~ by Heather Hart
I'm so pleased to have Heather Hart on my blog today, sharing her latest sexy romance London Lady.
And here it is! My latest romantic roller coaster - offering love, sex, murder, and a pair of villains to drive coffin nails through your heart!
Centered round a true story, London Lady is set in the 1960s. The city is in the grip of fear as two notorious mobster twins make their mark north of the Thames. But they have legitimate businesses too, and driven by need, Claire takes a job in one of their nightclubs as a hostess.
There she meets Bill "Lucky" Underwood. He's their major crime lieutenant, and she knows falling for someone like him is dangerous and stupid. Claire will do anything not to get mixed up in their violent world, but Lucky proves a hard man to say no to....
Buy Link: London Lady
Love Scene
"So why did you come back tonight?"
"To see you."
She laughed. "No really?"
"Really, I mean it. I was watching you all night in the mirror behind Ronnie. When those idiots put their hands on you I saw red. They're lucky they got off as easy as they did. But after they left I got to thinking. What if they came back? What if they waited until we were gone to get their own back? It can happen in my line of work. I see it all the bloody time. In fact, I couldn't stop thinking about it, so here I am."
"My guardian angel?"
"If you like, yeah."
She smiled, and as she stared at the pavement she felt his skin brush hers as he took her hand. She felt him squeeze it, gently. Inside her head told her to let go, to push him away. This life was not for her. This was not what she wanted. Womanizer or no - there was real danger around him; the kind of shit only a fool would get mixed up in. She knew how her uncle was, and the kind of brute he could be. And he was only small potatoes. Lucky here was mixed up with the read deal. And yet every argument she had, every doubt she cradled, every fear she felt; suddenly none of that mattered. He was holding her hand, and God protect her, she was a fool in love.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Sorry?"
"What I have to offer - well, it's not going to be easy."
"What are you offering?"
"I want you to be my girl. Ever since I met you, I've thought about you - - about us. About how it would be if we were together. Haven't you?"
She kept her eyes lowered, not wanting him to read what was clearly written on her heart. At least, not yet. "Oh Lucky, I've heard so many things. I can't lie to you, I have to say, I'm a little bit afraid of you. All that business with uncle Frankie...."
He pulled her around to a dead halt; his eyes searching hers. "But do you feel anything for me?"
There was no use lying. Face to face like this her eyes betrayed her. She nodded. "I do."
"And you want to be with me, too?"
"I do."
"Then nothing else really matters, does it?"
With some force of will she pushed him away and resumed her walk along the pavement. "If you were any other man I would say that was true, but you're not any other man, are you? You're with the Kray boys. And don't say they're not as bad as the Richardons 'cos I know it's not true. I've heard stories, Lucky, the kind of stuff that gives little kids nightmares. Now I'm not saying I believe any of it, but if it is true... well... I dunno. I'm such an ordinary girl. All I ever wanted was to meet a nice man, get married, maybe have a couple of kids, just like my mum did. In a million years I wouldn't have imagined this. I think a lot about you, I really do, but I'd be lying if I didn't say I was a bit afraid of you, too."
He laughed. "Of me?"
"Yes. You're part of it, aren't you? Oh God, I just don't know, I really don't."
He pulled her to a stop again. There was a solid brick wall along the side of the street and he nudged her gently back toward it. Her heart beat wildly; if anything was true it was that she wanted him to kiss her now, so badly. She'd said her piece, but her body ached for him; for his gentleness, for his cheek, and yes, if she were completely honest with herself, for the danger too. In him they all came together as one; an irresistible, provocative package, and she wanted him more than anything else in the world.
He brushed the back of his knuckles gently along her cheek and as he bent his head to kiss her, her last defense melted away. She loved him. Somehow, in spite of her reason, in spite of his life-style, in spite of everything, she loved him. She would be his, body and soul, and as his lips brushed hers, her heart surrendered completely. She had no choice now, she would take a chance, and as he pulled her into his body she gave herself up to an unknown destiny, one that only fate could decide. She closed her eyes, ignored her fears, and just let it happen.
Buy Link: London Lady
Thanks for reading,Heather!Blog Facebook Twitter Goodreads Amazon PinterestAuthor Bio: Heather Hart is a British author who lives with her family in Maryland. She’s a writer of hot erotic and romantic fiction – an eclectic mix of innocence and dirt in a hyperactive imagination.When she’s not frantically scribbling away she’s a cat worshipper and curry fanatic. If you like what she writes, please feel free to drop her a line at authorheatherhart@gmail[dot]com.
And here it is! My latest romantic roller coaster - offering love, sex, murder, and a pair of villains to drive coffin nails through your heart!
Centered round a true story, London Lady is set in the 1960s. The city is in the grip of fear as two notorious mobster twins make their mark north of the Thames. But they have legitimate businesses too, and driven by need, Claire takes a job in one of their nightclubs as a hostess.
There she meets Bill "Lucky" Underwood. He's their major crime lieutenant, and she knows falling for someone like him is dangerous and stupid. Claire will do anything not to get mixed up in their violent world, but Lucky proves a hard man to say no to....
Buy Link: London Lady
Love Scene
"So why did you come back tonight?"
"To see you."
She laughed. "No really?"
"Really, I mean it. I was watching you all night in the mirror behind Ronnie. When those idiots put their hands on you I saw red. They're lucky they got off as easy as they did. But after they left I got to thinking. What if they came back? What if they waited until we were gone to get their own back? It can happen in my line of work. I see it all the bloody time. In fact, I couldn't stop thinking about it, so here I am."
"My guardian angel?"
"If you like, yeah."
She smiled, and as she stared at the pavement she felt his skin brush hers as he took her hand. She felt him squeeze it, gently. Inside her head told her to let go, to push him away. This life was not for her. This was not what she wanted. Womanizer or no - there was real danger around him; the kind of shit only a fool would get mixed up in. She knew how her uncle was, and the kind of brute he could be. And he was only small potatoes. Lucky here was mixed up with the read deal. And yet every argument she had, every doubt she cradled, every fear she felt; suddenly none of that mattered. He was holding her hand, and God protect her, she was a fool in love.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Sorry?"
"What I have to offer - well, it's not going to be easy."
"What are you offering?"
"I want you to be my girl. Ever since I met you, I've thought about you - - about us. About how it would be if we were together. Haven't you?"
She kept her eyes lowered, not wanting him to read what was clearly written on her heart. At least, not yet. "Oh Lucky, I've heard so many things. I can't lie to you, I have to say, I'm a little bit afraid of you. All that business with uncle Frankie...."
He pulled her around to a dead halt; his eyes searching hers. "But do you feel anything for me?"
There was no use lying. Face to face like this her eyes betrayed her. She nodded. "I do."
"And you want to be with me, too?"
"I do."
"Then nothing else really matters, does it?"
With some force of will she pushed him away and resumed her walk along the pavement. "If you were any other man I would say that was true, but you're not any other man, are you? You're with the Kray boys. And don't say they're not as bad as the Richardons 'cos I know it's not true. I've heard stories, Lucky, the kind of stuff that gives little kids nightmares. Now I'm not saying I believe any of it, but if it is true... well... I dunno. I'm such an ordinary girl. All I ever wanted was to meet a nice man, get married, maybe have a couple of kids, just like my mum did. In a million years I wouldn't have imagined this. I think a lot about you, I really do, but I'd be lying if I didn't say I was a bit afraid of you, too."
He laughed. "Of me?"
"Yes. You're part of it, aren't you? Oh God, I just don't know, I really don't."
He pulled her to a stop again. There was a solid brick wall along the side of the street and he nudged her gently back toward it. Her heart beat wildly; if anything was true it was that she wanted him to kiss her now, so badly. She'd said her piece, but her body ached for him; for his gentleness, for his cheek, and yes, if she were completely honest with herself, for the danger too. In him they all came together as one; an irresistible, provocative package, and she wanted him more than anything else in the world.
He brushed the back of his knuckles gently along her cheek and as he bent his head to kiss her, her last defense melted away. She loved him. Somehow, in spite of her reason, in spite of his life-style, in spite of everything, she loved him. She would be his, body and soul, and as his lips brushed hers, her heart surrendered completely. She had no choice now, she would take a chance, and as he pulled her into his body she gave herself up to an unknown destiny, one that only fate could decide. She closed her eyes, ignored her fears, and just let it happen.
Buy Link: London Lady
Thanks for reading,Heather!Blog Facebook Twitter Goodreads Amazon PinterestAuthor Bio: Heather Hart is a British author who lives with her family in Maryland. She’s a writer of hot erotic and romantic fiction – an eclectic mix of innocence and dirt in a hyperactive imagination.When she’s not frantically scribbling away she’s a cat worshipper and curry fanatic. If you like what she writes, please feel free to drop her a line at authorheatherhart@gmail[dot]com.
July 29, 2016
Heavenly Revenge ~ by Australian Erotic Author V.K. Black
I'm so pleased to host fellow Down-Under author Victoria Black on my blog today, as she shares her hot new sci-fi release
Heavenly Revenge
.
Thank you so much for having me on your blog, Kelly. Just to clear up a possible confusion— although my name is Victoria Black, I write as V.K. Black. We, i.e. hubby and I, are in Perth at the moment, doing a big trip around Australia. We started in Brisbane three months ago with the idea of going to Darwin and back. But we were enjoying ourselves so much, we decided to go home the long way, via Western Australia. We're in Perth now and are still loving being greyish nomads. Now that we're in the land of consistent internet access, I thought I'd self-pub my erotic novella Heavenly Revenge. This book had been published previously by Secret Cravings Publishing. Sadly, they went out of business. They were wonderful about promptly giving me back my rights. I bought the cover. Was all set to go. That was about six months ago. Then I…um…procrastinated. With good reason, folks. Technology and I are not good friends.But all is well now. Technology and I are sort of talking to each other. Heavenly Revenge is up on Amazon, Kobo, itunes, Nook, and other sites I've never heard of but are part of Draft2Digital's family.
As you'll be able to tell from the blurb, this story is seriously sexy! It was a lot of fun to write.
Blurb:
Rose was the only prisoner he had. And his pretty prisoner had deceived him personally.
When Rose dies before her time, two sweet, old angels send her on a mission to save another world. The angels worry she will be no match for the land's strong and handsome ruler, King Andrejs. However Rose has learned a bitter lesson about men, courtesy of her unfaithful boyfriend. She is strong too.
Rose has a sweet battle on her hands when she meets King Andrejs. He believes she is an enemy spy who has learned a secret which may affect the outcome of the war raging between his kingdom and the land to the north.
It is against Andrejs' code to hurt a woman, but, as her captor, it is his right to extract full and suitable revenge. But revenge needn't be cold or cruel. Revenge can be hot and very pleasurable indeed.
WARNING: Initial dubious consent scene
Excerpt:He let his eyes wander farther down to her slight, feminine body, which his cock ached to enjoy. Now that he thought about it, it was very kind of the Anglandians to send him such a beautiful woman. She would have been expecting to use that lovely body of hers as a means of persuasion. Certainly, he would find out why this lovely little spy had been sent to his palace, but there was no harm in mixing cruel, hard warfare with pleasure, was there?"Yes, Rose, my quandary is that if you were a man, sent down to spy on my country, I would kill you without hesitation. But you're a beautiful woman, and I want to make love to you, although you're still my enemy. You see my dilemma, don't you?"He reached out and put his hand to the small of her back, pulling her close to him, loving her woman’s softness as he forced her tiny body to press against his chest and belly. He threaded his fingers through her red curls, reveling in their strange softness, then tilted her head back and forced her to look at him. Those deep blue eyes, the color of the sea, fringed with dark lashes, stared back at him. She didn't seem frightened, and that surprised him, for she had every reason to be. No, she appeared to be…stunned.
He focused on her lovely face. She was his adversary. But her lips were full and lush and made for kissing. So he bent his head and kissed them.
If you want to check out my other stories, my website is victoriablacksexystories.com. Not all of my stories are sexy or erotic. Some of them are quite sweet. I have a whole ying yang thing going with my writing it seems. I have the sexy and sweet separated on my website.
Thanks again, Kelly, for having me.
Thank you so much for having me on your blog, Kelly. Just to clear up a possible confusion— although my name is Victoria Black, I write as V.K. Black. We, i.e. hubby and I, are in Perth at the moment, doing a big trip around Australia. We started in Brisbane three months ago with the idea of going to Darwin and back. But we were enjoying ourselves so much, we decided to go home the long way, via Western Australia. We're in Perth now and are still loving being greyish nomads. Now that we're in the land of consistent internet access, I thought I'd self-pub my erotic novella Heavenly Revenge. This book had been published previously by Secret Cravings Publishing. Sadly, they went out of business. They were wonderful about promptly giving me back my rights. I bought the cover. Was all set to go. That was about six months ago. Then I…um…procrastinated. With good reason, folks. Technology and I are not good friends.But all is well now. Technology and I are sort of talking to each other. Heavenly Revenge is up on Amazon, Kobo, itunes, Nook, and other sites I've never heard of but are part of Draft2Digital's family.
As you'll be able to tell from the blurb, this story is seriously sexy! It was a lot of fun to write.
Blurb:
Rose was the only prisoner he had. And his pretty prisoner had deceived him personally.
When Rose dies before her time, two sweet, old angels send her on a mission to save another world. The angels worry she will be no match for the land's strong and handsome ruler, King Andrejs. However Rose has learned a bitter lesson about men, courtesy of her unfaithful boyfriend. She is strong too.
Rose has a sweet battle on her hands when she meets King Andrejs. He believes she is an enemy spy who has learned a secret which may affect the outcome of the war raging between his kingdom and the land to the north.
It is against Andrejs' code to hurt a woman, but, as her captor, it is his right to extract full and suitable revenge. But revenge needn't be cold or cruel. Revenge can be hot and very pleasurable indeed.
WARNING: Initial dubious consent scene
Excerpt:He let his eyes wander farther down to her slight, feminine body, which his cock ached to enjoy. Now that he thought about it, it was very kind of the Anglandians to send him such a beautiful woman. She would have been expecting to use that lovely body of hers as a means of persuasion. Certainly, he would find out why this lovely little spy had been sent to his palace, but there was no harm in mixing cruel, hard warfare with pleasure, was there?"Yes, Rose, my quandary is that if you were a man, sent down to spy on my country, I would kill you without hesitation. But you're a beautiful woman, and I want to make love to you, although you're still my enemy. You see my dilemma, don't you?"He reached out and put his hand to the small of her back, pulling her close to him, loving her woman’s softness as he forced her tiny body to press against his chest and belly. He threaded his fingers through her red curls, reveling in their strange softness, then tilted her head back and forced her to look at him. Those deep blue eyes, the color of the sea, fringed with dark lashes, stared back at him. She didn't seem frightened, and that surprised him, for she had every reason to be. No, she appeared to be…stunned.
He focused on her lovely face. She was his adversary. But her lips were full and lush and made for kissing. So he bent his head and kissed them.
If you want to check out my other stories, my website is victoriablacksexystories.com. Not all of my stories are sexy or erotic. Some of them are quite sweet. I have a whole ying yang thing going with my writing it seems. I have the sexy and sweet separated on my website.
Thanks again, Kelly, for having me.
July 24, 2016
An Unexpected Wife ~ by Constance Masters
Cliff remembered Sage as a pesky teenager who had needed a good spanking. Now he saw her as a beautiful twenty-four-year-old who still needed a good spanking.
Blurb: After moving away for college, Sage Worthington settled down to a job in the city and only came back to her parents’ ranch for weekends and holidays. After receiving the call that changed her life forever, she rushed back to the place she always thought of as home and to the two little siblings who she loved dearly. This was where she was needed and this was where she wanted to be. Clifton Welsh had been Sage’s next door neighbour for as long as she could remember. He was raised by his grandparents who turned their ranch over to him. They have retired to a smaller house on the property built for them on their favourite patch of the family land. Cliff remembered Sage as a pesky teenager who had needed a good spanking. Now she was back and he saw her as a beautiful twenty-four-year-old who still needed a good spanking. Sage needs a husband and she needs him fast, before she loses custody of her younger brother and sister. Cliff is determined to use any means necessary to stop Sage from doing something rash and dangerous. He is even willing to marry her himself but is Sage ready to commit to an old-fashioned man who spanks?
Disclaimer: This book contains the spanking of adult women and sexual content.
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“Music would be nice. What do you have?”“Well, you have to remember this is mostly my parents’ taste, I do love it though.”“Put something on that you like,” Cliff said.Sage flipped through her parents’ selection and finally pulled out a country legends CD. It made her smile. “I remember my dad bought this for my mum, the Christmas I was ten.”Cliff said nothing but he did top up their glasses.The music filled the room and Sage’s emotions surged through her, she turned and almost turned the music off. It was too much, too raw.“Don’t,” Cliff said, standing immediately and pulling her into his arms. “Don’t turn it off. It’s okay, let it go and have a cry. I have wide shoulders.” He swayed a little from side to side and she moved with him in what seemed like an awkward dance. “I can’t cry.” Sage really wished she could, but the tears just wouldn’t come. She must be a cold and heartless soul. It did feel nice though to be wrapped in Cliff’s warm embrace. “Are we dancing?”“Dancing’s a strong word but this is about the closest I come. I like to call it movement to music.”He didn’t laugh but she could feel a rumble that resonated from his chest and down along his flat belly that was pressed firmly against her. Oh it felt so good. “I’ll take it,” she said. She leaned her head against his chest and continued to sway in time to the music. As song after song played, the knot of pain in her belly slowly unravelled.
When the music finished, neither of them moved. She could have said something or suggested changing the music, but Cliff’s arms were still tightly around her and she was glad, she was stuck in the moment. When eventually she tilted her head back to speak, his lips found hers. Their first kiss was soft and gentle with a little pressure; just a sweet connection that left her wanting more. Sage broke the spell by sliding her hands underneath his shirt. His skin was warm and she couldn’t resist sliding her fingers into the space just below the waistband of the back of his jeans.“Oh, Sage, honey, I’m trying to be a gentleman here,” Cliff said, not doing anything at all to remove her hands.“Don’t.”“Don’t what?” His voice was husky and, if anything, his hold on her tightened rather than loosened.“Don’t be a gentleman. I want you to kiss me, really kiss me.” The passion behind that first real kiss took her breath away, literally. His lips took hers, his tongue danced along the slight part, demanding entrance and, of course, she complied, returning his kiss with equal enthusiasm.
Maybe it was the wine, maybe it had been the music that stirred their feelings. There was a distinct possibility that they were two very horny people who were exploring something that had been hinted at some but never acted upon. Whatever the reason, the effects of those deeper kisses or the one long unending kiss were explosive. They dropped to the sofa, hands clawing to remove shirts and tank tops, all the while their kisses deepened. Sage wanted more skin, she was almost too shy to ask but desperation took over. “Upstairs?”Cliff bent a little and scooped her into his arms and headed up the stairs. “Which way?” he panted as they reached the top of the stairs.“Right.” Sage clung to his neck, kissing and tasting anywhere within reach that wasn’t covered. The short time it took to make it to her room seemed like an eternity and, when she was finally standing there in front of him, any shyness that she had once had completely evaporated. She turned for him to undo her bra as she stepped out of her jeans and panties, leaving them in a puddled mess on the floor. When she turned, Cliff was naked, except for his socks and a tangled pair of jeans at his ankles. He grabbed at one side and then the other, hopping up and down while he did an indelicate dance of desperation, trying to free himself from his denim trap. Sage giggled, wanting to help but not quite knowing what she could do.“Funny is it?” he asked with shortened breath.“Pretty much.” Sage jumped when his hand shot out and slapped her naked bottom. She was still smiling though. “Ooh, that hurt.”“Good,” Cliff said. He was finally free and wasted no time in reclaiming his prize.Sage squealed as she was backed unceremoniously onto the bed. In seconds, he was straddling her and there was no going back, not that she wanted to. It felt like the air was forced from her body as he surged deeply into her, filling her with his hard manhood. His mouth was on hers, his teeth nipping and grazing. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around him, her heels kicking at his muscular buttocks, urging him to go faster, deeper.“Yes, baby girl,” he said, pulling out and surging deep.Sage’s fingertips dug into Cliff’s back flesh as cold heat started at her toes and crept up her legs, swirling like mini twisters across her body. “Oh God, Cliff,” she puffed out with shallow little breaths, “just there.”He raised himself a little, his thumb flicking at her swollen nub. “There, baby?”“Yes, yes.” Sage tightened her legs around his hard body, her knees massaging the sides of his muscular frame. He kissed her shoulders, her neck, her lips. When their tongues met, she peaked and shattered into a million pieces, relishing in the warmth of his eruption deep within her.When she finally floated back to earth, her eyes sprang open. What in the hell had she just done? Was her life not complicated enough?
Author Bio :
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.
Blurb: After moving away for college, Sage Worthington settled down to a job in the city and only came back to her parents’ ranch for weekends and holidays. After receiving the call that changed her life forever, she rushed back to the place she always thought of as home and to the two little siblings who she loved dearly. This was where she was needed and this was where she wanted to be. Clifton Welsh had been Sage’s next door neighbour for as long as she could remember. He was raised by his grandparents who turned their ranch over to him. They have retired to a smaller house on the property built for them on their favourite patch of the family land. Cliff remembered Sage as a pesky teenager who had needed a good spanking. Now she was back and he saw her as a beautiful twenty-four-year-old who still needed a good spanking. Sage needs a husband and she needs him fast, before she loses custody of her younger brother and sister. Cliff is determined to use any means necessary to stop Sage from doing something rash and dangerous. He is even willing to marry her himself but is Sage ready to commit to an old-fashioned man who spanks?
Disclaimer: This book contains the spanking of adult women and sexual content.
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“Music would be nice. What do you have?”“Well, you have to remember this is mostly my parents’ taste, I do love it though.”“Put something on that you like,” Cliff said.Sage flipped through her parents’ selection and finally pulled out a country legends CD. It made her smile. “I remember my dad bought this for my mum, the Christmas I was ten.”Cliff said nothing but he did top up their glasses.The music filled the room and Sage’s emotions surged through her, she turned and almost turned the music off. It was too much, too raw.“Don’t,” Cliff said, standing immediately and pulling her into his arms. “Don’t turn it off. It’s okay, let it go and have a cry. I have wide shoulders.” He swayed a little from side to side and she moved with him in what seemed like an awkward dance. “I can’t cry.” Sage really wished she could, but the tears just wouldn’t come. She must be a cold and heartless soul. It did feel nice though to be wrapped in Cliff’s warm embrace. “Are we dancing?”“Dancing’s a strong word but this is about the closest I come. I like to call it movement to music.”He didn’t laugh but she could feel a rumble that resonated from his chest and down along his flat belly that was pressed firmly against her. Oh it felt so good. “I’ll take it,” she said. She leaned her head against his chest and continued to sway in time to the music. As song after song played, the knot of pain in her belly slowly unravelled.
When the music finished, neither of them moved. She could have said something or suggested changing the music, but Cliff’s arms were still tightly around her and she was glad, she was stuck in the moment. When eventually she tilted her head back to speak, his lips found hers. Their first kiss was soft and gentle with a little pressure; just a sweet connection that left her wanting more. Sage broke the spell by sliding her hands underneath his shirt. His skin was warm and she couldn’t resist sliding her fingers into the space just below the waistband of the back of his jeans.“Oh, Sage, honey, I’m trying to be a gentleman here,” Cliff said, not doing anything at all to remove her hands.“Don’t.”“Don’t what?” His voice was husky and, if anything, his hold on her tightened rather than loosened.“Don’t be a gentleman. I want you to kiss me, really kiss me.” The passion behind that first real kiss took her breath away, literally. His lips took hers, his tongue danced along the slight part, demanding entrance and, of course, she complied, returning his kiss with equal enthusiasm.
Maybe it was the wine, maybe it had been the music that stirred their feelings. There was a distinct possibility that they were two very horny people who were exploring something that had been hinted at some but never acted upon. Whatever the reason, the effects of those deeper kisses or the one long unending kiss were explosive. They dropped to the sofa, hands clawing to remove shirts and tank tops, all the while their kisses deepened. Sage wanted more skin, she was almost too shy to ask but desperation took over. “Upstairs?”Cliff bent a little and scooped her into his arms and headed up the stairs. “Which way?” he panted as they reached the top of the stairs.“Right.” Sage clung to his neck, kissing and tasting anywhere within reach that wasn’t covered. The short time it took to make it to her room seemed like an eternity and, when she was finally standing there in front of him, any shyness that she had once had completely evaporated. She turned for him to undo her bra as she stepped out of her jeans and panties, leaving them in a puddled mess on the floor. When she turned, Cliff was naked, except for his socks and a tangled pair of jeans at his ankles. He grabbed at one side and then the other, hopping up and down while he did an indelicate dance of desperation, trying to free himself from his denim trap. Sage giggled, wanting to help but not quite knowing what she could do.“Funny is it?” he asked with shortened breath.“Pretty much.” Sage jumped when his hand shot out and slapped her naked bottom. She was still smiling though. “Ooh, that hurt.”“Good,” Cliff said. He was finally free and wasted no time in reclaiming his prize.Sage squealed as she was backed unceremoniously onto the bed. In seconds, he was straddling her and there was no going back, not that she wanted to. It felt like the air was forced from her body as he surged deeply into her, filling her with his hard manhood. His mouth was on hers, his teeth nipping and grazing. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around him, her heels kicking at his muscular buttocks, urging him to go faster, deeper.“Yes, baby girl,” he said, pulling out and surging deep.Sage’s fingertips dug into Cliff’s back flesh as cold heat started at her toes and crept up her legs, swirling like mini twisters across her body. “Oh God, Cliff,” she puffed out with shallow little breaths, “just there.”He raised himself a little, his thumb flicking at her swollen nub. “There, baby?”“Yes, yes.” Sage tightened her legs around his hard body, her knees massaging the sides of his muscular frame. He kissed her shoulders, her neck, her lips. When their tongues met, she peaked and shattered into a million pieces, relishing in the warmth of his eruption deep within her.When she finally floated back to earth, her eyes sprang open. What in the hell had she just done? Was her life not complicated enough?
Author Bio :
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.
July 22, 2016
#SatSpanks ~ My First Cowboy
For Saturday Spankings this week, I'm sharing my second book, Rachel's Journey - featuring my first cowboy, James. My sexy cowboy graces the cover:
You can buy a copy of him here: Blushing Books Amazon Barnes & Noble
“Maybe I need therapy. Hey I should ask Kara for help! She’s nearly finished her Masters in Applied Psychology, she’s bound to have some ideas!”
“Applied Psychology, huh?” James pondered that idea for a moment, rubbing his chin with his thumb. “How about my version of Applied Psychology? I’ll apply my hand to your butt until you change your attitude. Reckon that will work?”
“No.” Rachel was adamant. “It won’t. And don’t you even think of trying it!”
And just because I like cowboys, here's a couple that are good to look at: (I stole them off Pinterest - my go-to place for procrastinating!)
Don't forget to check out the other participants in this weeks #SatSpanks below:
July 21, 2016
~ To Know You ~ by Jaye Peaches ~
I'm so thrilled to have Jaye Peaches on my blog today sharing a hot excerpt from To Know You
Blurb:
What happens when a kink loving woman has to come to terms with a traumatic episode in her life? Can the broken submissive learn to trust again?When Gemma Marshall resigns from a good job to work as a lowly intern in the heart of the City of London, immediately, the elusive company boss, Jason Lucas, seduces her.Following a whirlwind of weekend trysts at his country mansion, Jason’s need to dominate her re-awakens her terrifying nightmares and leads to revelations from both of them. What Jason seeks is an enduring relationship which means Gemma, if she wishes to win his heart and soul, has to return to the extraordinary life she’d left behind.Can Gemma survive another relationship with an alluring master of the bedroom or will she finally turn her back on her natural desires?Their passionate and highly erotic affair reaches crisis point when her ex-lover hunts her down, seeking retribution.To Know You is a fictional account of two people who begin a journey together. It is a complete story. Both characters are sexy and know what they want. Neither are novices, neither expect love in their relationship. One takes control and the other yields. In the bedroom, there are the erotic scenes of BDSM, discipline and romance. The dynamic can be intoxicating—and dangerous.Trust is key. Communicating trust. Building trust and maintaining integrity. And love? It’s not always about love - until Gemma meets Jason.
(Previously published as Trust Me to Know You)
AMAZON
I rested my back on the bed as he took off my stockings. He slowly rolled them down while snaking his finger behind. I giggled at the ticklish sensation. Sliding back up my torso, he leaned over me, placed his hands on either side of my head and pinned me down, not with his weight, but the intensity of his blue eyes. A little end of day stubble was visible on his chin.“I’m thirty-one years old, I’ve had plenty of girlfriends, lovers or whatever you want to call them,” Jason said. “I work hard. Play hard. Such a life doesn’t foster long term relationships, especially not conventional ones.” He traced his forefinger down my cheek, and the soft caress ignited me further.What did all that mean? Was tonight just a one-night stand? I was too fired up to query his comment.“Sure, Jason,” I hadn’t said his name before then, now I relished the syllables—Jason Lucas.He started with his lips, tongue, and fingers. They moved everywhere. Kneading, nibbling, squeezing, licking and oh my, kissing my neck. I touched his head and raked my fingers through his hair, enjoying the freedom to explore. His hair might be blond at the ends, but the roots were dark, particularly where the strands lay thickest and across his crown.“There is no bald patch, Gemma. If that’s what you’re looking for.”I flinched and snatched my hands away.He was grinning, reassuringly happy. “I’m not contagious you know,” he said pleasantly.I returned to my own sensual exploration. The second time, his muscular shoulders and arms warranted my attention. He obviously worked out—his biceps bulged and his pectorals were gorgeously defined. Yet, he managed to stay lean and trim, especially his waistline. All this stunning physique, on show for me, had been hidden away behind his suits and shirts. What girl wouldn’t find him heart meltingly attractive and he was beneath my hands.He snapped my bra cups down and teased my nipples with his teeth. I groaned as he sucked each one in turn—hard—before circling his tongue around the hard pebble. With no subtleness, he eased his hand down under the front of my knickers and beamed at his discovery. I sucked in a lungful of air as he poked his fingertip inside me.“You are one wet girl,” Jason laughed and with his nose following the contours of my body, he started to glide towards my juice soaked pussy, ready to investigate.I giggled and attempted to shrug my shoulders. “Can’t think why!” I felt pumped with adrenaline.Kneeling on the floor, without blinking, nor loss of fluidity of movement, he dragged my knickers off, and flicked them over his shoulder. I shrieked as he buried his head between my legs and fluttered his tongue at my swollen clitoris, lashing my exposed clitoris with his precise tongue. I wriggled and writhed, unable to hold still. He cupped my arse cheek and squeezed it, sending ripples of excitement across my butterfly filled belly. With a gasp, I let my surrender deepened.
Author Bio: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 her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.
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Blurb:
What happens when a kink loving woman has to come to terms with a traumatic episode in her life? Can the broken submissive learn to trust again?When Gemma Marshall resigns from a good job to work as a lowly intern in the heart of the City of London, immediately, the elusive company boss, Jason Lucas, seduces her.Following a whirlwind of weekend trysts at his country mansion, Jason’s need to dominate her re-awakens her terrifying nightmares and leads to revelations from both of them. What Jason seeks is an enduring relationship which means Gemma, if she wishes to win his heart and soul, has to return to the extraordinary life she’d left behind.Can Gemma survive another relationship with an alluring master of the bedroom or will she finally turn her back on her natural desires?Their passionate and highly erotic affair reaches crisis point when her ex-lover hunts her down, seeking retribution.To Know You is a fictional account of two people who begin a journey together. It is a complete story. Both characters are sexy and know what they want. Neither are novices, neither expect love in their relationship. One takes control and the other yields. In the bedroom, there are the erotic scenes of BDSM, discipline and romance. The dynamic can be intoxicating—and dangerous.Trust is key. Communicating trust. Building trust and maintaining integrity. And love? It’s not always about love - until Gemma meets Jason.
(Previously published as Trust Me to Know You)
AMAZON
I rested my back on the bed as he took off my stockings. He slowly rolled them down while snaking his finger behind. I giggled at the ticklish sensation. Sliding back up my torso, he leaned over me, placed his hands on either side of my head and pinned me down, not with his weight, but the intensity of his blue eyes. A little end of day stubble was visible on his chin.“I’m thirty-one years old, I’ve had plenty of girlfriends, lovers or whatever you want to call them,” Jason said. “I work hard. Play hard. Such a life doesn’t foster long term relationships, especially not conventional ones.” He traced his forefinger down my cheek, and the soft caress ignited me further.What did all that mean? Was tonight just a one-night stand? I was too fired up to query his comment.“Sure, Jason,” I hadn’t said his name before then, now I relished the syllables—Jason Lucas.He started with his lips, tongue, and fingers. They moved everywhere. Kneading, nibbling, squeezing, licking and oh my, kissing my neck. I touched his head and raked my fingers through his hair, enjoying the freedom to explore. His hair might be blond at the ends, but the roots were dark, particularly where the strands lay thickest and across his crown.“There is no bald patch, Gemma. If that’s what you’re looking for.”I flinched and snatched my hands away.He was grinning, reassuringly happy. “I’m not contagious you know,” he said pleasantly.I returned to my own sensual exploration. The second time, his muscular shoulders and arms warranted my attention. He obviously worked out—his biceps bulged and his pectorals were gorgeously defined. Yet, he managed to stay lean and trim, especially his waistline. All this stunning physique, on show for me, had been hidden away behind his suits and shirts. What girl wouldn’t find him heart meltingly attractive and he was beneath my hands.He snapped my bra cups down and teased my nipples with his teeth. I groaned as he sucked each one in turn—hard—before circling his tongue around the hard pebble. With no subtleness, he eased his hand down under the front of my knickers and beamed at his discovery. I sucked in a lungful of air as he poked his fingertip inside me.“You are one wet girl,” Jason laughed and with his nose following the contours of my body, he started to glide towards my juice soaked pussy, ready to investigate.I giggled and attempted to shrug my shoulders. “Can’t think why!” I felt pumped with adrenaline.Kneeling on the floor, without blinking, nor loss of fluidity of movement, he dragged my knickers off, and flicked them over his shoulder. I shrieked as he buried his head between my legs and fluttered his tongue at my swollen clitoris, lashing my exposed clitoris with his precise tongue. I wriggled and writhed, unable to hold still. He cupped my arse cheek and squeezed it, sending ripples of excitement across my butterfly filled belly. With a gasp, I let my surrender deepened.
Author Bio: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 her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.
Author Links:
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July 18, 2016
Human Surrender: Five Dark Alien Warrior Romance Novellas
Brought to you by USA Today Bestselling Authors Sue Lyndon, Alta Hensley, Renee Rose, Kallista Dane and Aubrey Cara!
I'm so excited to share this new release here on my blog. I've read at least one book from each of these authors, and they're best-sellers for a reason! I haven't gotten around to reading this set yet, but I know I won't be disappointed!
175k words of Erotic Sci-Fi Romance
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Blurb: Fierce alien warriors don't ask. They take, they claim, and they conquer - even when the object of their desires is a trembling human female.
Human Surrender contains five *all-new* dark sci-fi alien romance novellas, brought to you by USA Today and international bestselling authors of BDSM and spanking romance. Featured novellas:Taking Their Human by Aubrey CaraPallid Slave by Alta HensleyHis Human Slave by Renee RoseTheir Captive Mate by Kallista DaneKenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon
Publisher’s Note: The books included in this naughty collection are MF and MFM pairings. Though the stories are dark, all have happy endings. **Over 175,000 words of dark romance ~ complete stories with no cliffhangers**
Individual Blurbs:
Upon waking in a dimly lit white room, my biggest fear was that I had been kidnapped by a serial killer. I learned there are things out here in the universe much worse than anything on Earth. And, even if you escape, you can never go home.
They’re not kind, these being who stole me and want to use me as chattel. The others—part man, part machine— have claimed me for their own, but I’m far from saved.
Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley
My planet of Unin had all but been destroyed, and what was left was quickly being devastated by civil wars throughout. Everything I once believed, once knew, once fought ruthlessly to protect, had now vanished. Once I was a fierce warrior, and now simply a slave being transported by two brothers to a planet 720 hours away to mutate and die.
A lot can happen in 720 hours…
Collared and caged, his human slave awaits her training. Zander, the alien warrior prince intent on recovering his planet, needs a mate. While he would never choose a human of his own accord, his physician’s gene-matching program selected Lamira’s DNA as the best possible match with his own. Now he must teach the beautiful slave to yield to his will, accept his discipline and learn to serve him as her one true master.
Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane
Left stranded on the hostile world of Cephaia, Commander Cass Randall finds herself face to face with alien twins Ryn and Rom. Seeking revenge on humans for the death of their Mate, the warriors take out their rage and pain on Cass. But they discover the desire they feel for their captive is far more powerful than their anger.
Kenan’s Mate by Sue LyndonOn my eighteenth birthday, the Kleaxians attacked and killed all the human males aboard the Stargazer. The females were kept as mates or slaves. I was taken as a mate. Lucky me.The huge alien who claimed me is called Prince Kenan. He says he’ll never let me go—that we are bonded for life. When I defy him, he punishes me in the most humiliating ways imaginable. But sometimes he’s tender and loving. I try to be good so he doesn’t hurt me.I don’t know what scares me more—that I’ll never escape Prince Kenan…or that I’m starting to fall for my captor.
Excerpts
Taking Their Human, by Aubrey Cara
“Please. Have mercy,” she begs, her voice thin.Mercy? She asks for mercy?I take in the sight of her perfect human features, unaltered by foreign hands. She has likely known compassion, ignorantly living peacefully on a small planet that knows nothing of the universe around it. All the while we were ripped apart and put back together.The Zapex claimed Earth over one hundred years ago, and immediately categorized humans as inferior beings. I must agree. They are a puny race who will be made into slaves if the Zapex have their way.She does not realize all we do for her.She does not realize the price of mercy.Taking out my weeping cock, I fit the head to her plump wet core. I lift her by her waist and let her glide down my length, groaning into her mouth at her tight heat closed around me.Tilting her head back, I gaze into eyes as blue as tash stones. “We have had nearly fifty years with the Zapex, my little zepka,” I say, my voice a gruff whisper at her ear. “You are our mercy.”I cover her mouth with mine and taste her shock. Her desire.It is near painful, this sensation gripping me. “Mercy,” I growl at her ear. “Show me mercy.”
“You like discipline, you like pain.”I shook my head with his fingers still invading my mouth. “No,” I mumbled against his fingers.“Yes,” he argued with a slight smile. “Your body betrays you.”Fuck. How could this be? I hated him. I hated everything about it…and yet I wanted his finger to return to my pussy and rub my clit. I wanted his touch. I wanted it more than anything. I hungered. I craved. I needed. My ass burned, my neck throbbed, but my soul burned for more. I wanted it again. Choke me, beat me, and please oh please fuck me.He said I would remember right now forever. Forever I would remember.Pulling his fingers away from my mouth, Pike put his face right up to mine. So close that I could feel his breath against my lips. “I will not tolerate. I will not forgive. Where my brother may care, I do not. My brother may be nice; I am anything but. My brother possesses everything that I do not. Remember that.” He pressed his mouth to mine in what I thought would be a kiss, but instead, he pulled my bottom lip in between his teeth and bit hard.“Do not make me teach you another lesson,” he warned as he turned and walked out of the room, leaving me with the taste of blood in my mouth.
Excerpt From His Human Slave by Renee Rose
He spun the cage back so she faced him once more. “Open cage,” he commanded, and the voice-activated lock clicked. To her, he said, “Come out.”She didn’t move.His tone went sharp. “Do not anger me a second time, Lamira.”Well, apparently he’d already cowed her completely because his words went straight to her chest, creating a sudden tightening and sending her instantly into motion. She hated how easily he’d mastered her. One stupid spanking and she rushed to please him.She sniffed back the tears and attempted to push up to her hands and knees—no easy feat with her wrists and ankles bound.“Release wrist cuffs. Release ankle cuffs,” he commanded. They sprang apart but not off.She backed out of the cage, toward the door, not sure how she would get out until his large hands grasped her waist and lifted her easily to the floor.Where to look... Certainly not at the prince—her master—although his presence was more than commanding. He stood almost seven feet tall with thick, corded muscles across his chest and arms.Moisture gathered between her legs.He looked more warrior than prince. No, he was all king. A warrior king. Earlier, she’d stared at him boldly. Now she kept her eyes lowered, trained at his bare feet. They were no different from hers, except larger and with the brown-purple skin tone of the Zandians. She glanced at her own toes. They were cleaner than they’d ever been before. Even her toenails had been buffed to a glossy shine. How long had she been out?The prince cupped her chin and lifted her face. His touch was gentler than she expected. She still couldn’t meet his gaze, choosing instead to stare at his thick neck and the part of his bare chest visible beneath his loose, finely woven white shirt. Her fingers itched to touch his skin, to find out if it was as smooth as it appeared. What a strange idea. She’d never thought about touching a male in her life. In fact, she’d avoided males as best she could. This one had her completely discombobulated.Was his chest hairless? Did he have hair anywhere other than his head? Zander, Daneth, and the guards she’d seen outside all wore their hair shorn close to their skulls. Perhaps their horns got too hot otherwise.When she’d first seen Daneth, she’d thought the horns ugly, but Zander’s suited him, somehow making him even more handsome.He leaned forward and opened his mouth. She tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held her fast, his gleaming teeth aimed straight for her cheek. For a moment, she thought he planned to bite her face, but his tongue flicked out, and he licked one of her tears. She caught his scent, a clean, masculine aroma with a slightly exotic spice.Her nipples tightened; her pussy pulsed. No—she definitely was not thinking about licking him back to see how he tasted.
Excerpt from Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon:
“Lie down atop the covers, on your back.”Out of options, I move toward the bed, though it’s all I can do to force one foot in front of the other. When I finally reach the bed, it’s so high I have to place my hands on the mattress and jump to make it up. I slide away from the edge and lie on my back, my insides twisting as my pulse beats faster. I’ve never been so terrified.He joins me on the bed, still fully clothed—for which I am thankful—and proceeds to gather my hands above my head. Reaching for his waist, he unclasps his belt and pulls it off his pants. Oh no. I start to struggle, but his weight is on my legs and he has no difficulty keeping my wrists bound together.Folding the belt in half, he stares down at me. “I warned you not to test my patience.” He wastes no time in delivering the first blow.I cry out as the thick leather strikes my right breast. Before I can catch my breath, he slaps my left breast and continues on in this fashion, alternating sides and hitting my tender flesh.“When you disobey, little human, you get punished.”
Excerpt from Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane
She heard the footsteps drawing closer. Braced herself, wrapping the thin blanket around her naked body. The door to her cell flew open, banging against the wall. Ryn stood in the doorway, framed by the moonlight. Their bodies were the same. Tall, with powerful shoulders and arms, broad chests packed hard with muscle. But she knew it was Ryn. Something about the set of his shoulders. And his scent was slightly different. The same musky, virile aroma that made her pulse race whenever they came near her, just not as pungent as Rom’s. He stood, motionless, staring in at her. He’d had the dream again. Relived the night Zara died. He only came like this, alone in the middle of the night, when he had the dream. It had taken her a long time to figure that out. But she’d had little to do chained in her cell night after night other than analyze every aspect of their behavior – except on the nights when Ryn came to her. A white-hot flash of anger poured through her at what she knew was to come. Yet at the same time her pussy clenched and she felt a flood of dampness between her legs. That she could detect the difference between them by their scent alone had come as a surprise, although not as much as discovering the effect it had on her. Earthers knew very little about the Cephaians. Apparently the males on this planet exuded powerful pheromones when they became aroused. She didn’t know what that did to females on this planet, but inhaling those pheromones awakened a savage hunger in her, more intense than any sexual desire she’d ever felt before. Touching his body, having him touch her, magnified the effect. She fought it, fought him, every time. But it seemed as though the harder she fought, the more she resisted, the stronger it grew. Three long strides brought him in front of her. She didn’t bother to feign sleep. She’d learned it only angered him, made him even more aggressive. He reached down, yanked the blanket away, and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her off the bed. The chain on her ankle rattled as he forced her to her knees in front of him. The brothers slept naked and he’d come straight from their bed. His thick cock, already semi-erect, jutted out in front of her face. The pheromones were strongest there. She held her breath and tried to turn her head away, but he twisted her long blonde hair around one hand and kept her in place. His other hand wrapped around his shaft, sliding up and down. Every stroke made it grow harder, releasing another invisible cloud of the potent aroma. Wordlessly, he drew her closer, pressing the head against her lips.
Writer of kinky characters, Aubrey Cara is the quiet girl you have to watch out for. A mostly reformed hellion, she resides off the East Coast of the U.S. with her inspiring hubby, crazy kid, and two hand me down dogs. When she's not writing sexy smut she's hiding out reading bodice rippers, repairing leaky faucets, and dodging the PTA.For more from Aubrey Cara please visit http://aubreycara.com/ or follow on AMAZON and FACEBOOK.
Alta Hensley
Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling erotic romance author who has had #1 selling books in erotic science fiction, humor, BDSM, western, victorian and historical. She writes the naughty... and then the cure for it.Being a multi-published author in the erotic romance genre, Alta is known for her alpha heroes, sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission. You can find out more about Alta on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads. You can also contact her at hensleyalta@yahoo.com
Renee Rose
USA TODAYBESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance ReviewsBest Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite author. She's hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal, Western and Sci-fi categories and is a contributor to Write Sex Right and Romance Beat.She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams. Grab free books from Renee by signing up for her newsletter. Or visit her on: Blog | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads | Pinterest | Instagram
Kallista Dane
USA TODAY bestselling author Kallista Dane's erotic romances have hit #1 on Amazon in Sci-Fi and Western Erotica as well as making the bestselling lists in BDSM and Contemporary Romance. She loves telling stories about strong, independent women and the hot Alpha males who appear in their lives to deliver a firm spanking when they expect it least and need it the most. Kallista is happily married to her own erotic Knight. He keeps her supplied with endless cups of Cowboy Coffee when she's writing and plenty of new material for her next naughty scene the rest of the time.Website | Facebook
Sue Lyndon
USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes naughty romance in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. She's a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. She also writes non-bdsm sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury. When she's not busy working on her next book, you'll find her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies, reading, or sneaking chocolate.
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Blurb: Fierce alien warriors don't ask. They take, they claim, and they conquer - even when the object of their desires is a trembling human female.
Human Surrender contains five *all-new* dark sci-fi alien romance novellas, brought to you by USA Today and international bestselling authors of BDSM and spanking romance. Featured novellas:Taking Their Human by Aubrey CaraPallid Slave by Alta HensleyHis Human Slave by Renee RoseTheir Captive Mate by Kallista DaneKenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon
Publisher’s Note: The books included in this naughty collection are MF and MFM pairings. Though the stories are dark, all have happy endings. **Over 175,000 words of dark romance ~ complete stories with no cliffhangers**
Individual Blurbs:
Upon waking in a dimly lit white room, my biggest fear was that I had been kidnapped by a serial killer. I learned there are things out here in the universe much worse than anything on Earth. And, even if you escape, you can never go home.
They’re not kind, these being who stole me and want to use me as chattel. The others—part man, part machine— have claimed me for their own, but I’m far from saved.
Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley
My planet of Unin had all but been destroyed, and what was left was quickly being devastated by civil wars throughout. Everything I once believed, once knew, once fought ruthlessly to protect, had now vanished. Once I was a fierce warrior, and now simply a slave being transported by two brothers to a planet 720 hours away to mutate and die.
A lot can happen in 720 hours…
Collared and caged, his human slave awaits her training. Zander, the alien warrior prince intent on recovering his planet, needs a mate. While he would never choose a human of his own accord, his physician’s gene-matching program selected Lamira’s DNA as the best possible match with his own. Now he must teach the beautiful slave to yield to his will, accept his discipline and learn to serve him as her one true master.
Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane
Left stranded on the hostile world of Cephaia, Commander Cass Randall finds herself face to face with alien twins Ryn and Rom. Seeking revenge on humans for the death of their Mate, the warriors take out their rage and pain on Cass. But they discover the desire they feel for their captive is far more powerful than their anger.
Kenan’s Mate by Sue LyndonOn my eighteenth birthday, the Kleaxians attacked and killed all the human males aboard the Stargazer. The females were kept as mates or slaves. I was taken as a mate. Lucky me.The huge alien who claimed me is called Prince Kenan. He says he’ll never let me go—that we are bonded for life. When I defy him, he punishes me in the most humiliating ways imaginable. But sometimes he’s tender and loving. I try to be good so he doesn’t hurt me.I don’t know what scares me more—that I’ll never escape Prince Kenan…or that I’m starting to fall for my captor.
Excerpts
Taking Their Human, by Aubrey Cara
“Please. Have mercy,” she begs, her voice thin.Mercy? She asks for mercy?I take in the sight of her perfect human features, unaltered by foreign hands. She has likely known compassion, ignorantly living peacefully on a small planet that knows nothing of the universe around it. All the while we were ripped apart and put back together.The Zapex claimed Earth over one hundred years ago, and immediately categorized humans as inferior beings. I must agree. They are a puny race who will be made into slaves if the Zapex have their way.She does not realize all we do for her.She does not realize the price of mercy.Taking out my weeping cock, I fit the head to her plump wet core. I lift her by her waist and let her glide down my length, groaning into her mouth at her tight heat closed around me.Tilting her head back, I gaze into eyes as blue as tash stones. “We have had nearly fifty years with the Zapex, my little zepka,” I say, my voice a gruff whisper at her ear. “You are our mercy.”I cover her mouth with mine and taste her shock. Her desire.It is near painful, this sensation gripping me. “Mercy,” I growl at her ear. “Show me mercy.”
“You like discipline, you like pain.”I shook my head with his fingers still invading my mouth. “No,” I mumbled against his fingers.“Yes,” he argued with a slight smile. “Your body betrays you.”Fuck. How could this be? I hated him. I hated everything about it…and yet I wanted his finger to return to my pussy and rub my clit. I wanted his touch. I wanted it more than anything. I hungered. I craved. I needed. My ass burned, my neck throbbed, but my soul burned for more. I wanted it again. Choke me, beat me, and please oh please fuck me.He said I would remember right now forever. Forever I would remember.Pulling his fingers away from my mouth, Pike put his face right up to mine. So close that I could feel his breath against my lips. “I will not tolerate. I will not forgive. Where my brother may care, I do not. My brother may be nice; I am anything but. My brother possesses everything that I do not. Remember that.” He pressed his mouth to mine in what I thought would be a kiss, but instead, he pulled my bottom lip in between his teeth and bit hard.“Do not make me teach you another lesson,” he warned as he turned and walked out of the room, leaving me with the taste of blood in my mouth.
Excerpt From His Human Slave by Renee Rose
He spun the cage back so she faced him once more. “Open cage,” he commanded, and the voice-activated lock clicked. To her, he said, “Come out.”She didn’t move.His tone went sharp. “Do not anger me a second time, Lamira.”Well, apparently he’d already cowed her completely because his words went straight to her chest, creating a sudden tightening and sending her instantly into motion. She hated how easily he’d mastered her. One stupid spanking and she rushed to please him.She sniffed back the tears and attempted to push up to her hands and knees—no easy feat with her wrists and ankles bound.“Release wrist cuffs. Release ankle cuffs,” he commanded. They sprang apart but not off.She backed out of the cage, toward the door, not sure how she would get out until his large hands grasped her waist and lifted her easily to the floor.Where to look... Certainly not at the prince—her master—although his presence was more than commanding. He stood almost seven feet tall with thick, corded muscles across his chest and arms.Moisture gathered between her legs.He looked more warrior than prince. No, he was all king. A warrior king. Earlier, she’d stared at him boldly. Now she kept her eyes lowered, trained at his bare feet. They were no different from hers, except larger and with the brown-purple skin tone of the Zandians. She glanced at her own toes. They were cleaner than they’d ever been before. Even her toenails had been buffed to a glossy shine. How long had she been out?The prince cupped her chin and lifted her face. His touch was gentler than she expected. She still couldn’t meet his gaze, choosing instead to stare at his thick neck and the part of his bare chest visible beneath his loose, finely woven white shirt. Her fingers itched to touch his skin, to find out if it was as smooth as it appeared. What a strange idea. She’d never thought about touching a male in her life. In fact, she’d avoided males as best she could. This one had her completely discombobulated.Was his chest hairless? Did he have hair anywhere other than his head? Zander, Daneth, and the guards she’d seen outside all wore their hair shorn close to their skulls. Perhaps their horns got too hot otherwise.When she’d first seen Daneth, she’d thought the horns ugly, but Zander’s suited him, somehow making him even more handsome.He leaned forward and opened his mouth. She tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held her fast, his gleaming teeth aimed straight for her cheek. For a moment, she thought he planned to bite her face, but his tongue flicked out, and he licked one of her tears. She caught his scent, a clean, masculine aroma with a slightly exotic spice.Her nipples tightened; her pussy pulsed. No—she definitely was not thinking about licking him back to see how he tasted.
Excerpt from Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon:
“Lie down atop the covers, on your back.”Out of options, I move toward the bed, though it’s all I can do to force one foot in front of the other. When I finally reach the bed, it’s so high I have to place my hands on the mattress and jump to make it up. I slide away from the edge and lie on my back, my insides twisting as my pulse beats faster. I’ve never been so terrified.He joins me on the bed, still fully clothed—for which I am thankful—and proceeds to gather my hands above my head. Reaching for his waist, he unclasps his belt and pulls it off his pants. Oh no. I start to struggle, but his weight is on my legs and he has no difficulty keeping my wrists bound together.Folding the belt in half, he stares down at me. “I warned you not to test my patience.” He wastes no time in delivering the first blow.I cry out as the thick leather strikes my right breast. Before I can catch my breath, he slaps my left breast and continues on in this fashion, alternating sides and hitting my tender flesh.“When you disobey, little human, you get punished.”
Excerpt from Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane
She heard the footsteps drawing closer. Braced herself, wrapping the thin blanket around her naked body. The door to her cell flew open, banging against the wall. Ryn stood in the doorway, framed by the moonlight. Their bodies were the same. Tall, with powerful shoulders and arms, broad chests packed hard with muscle. But she knew it was Ryn. Something about the set of his shoulders. And his scent was slightly different. The same musky, virile aroma that made her pulse race whenever they came near her, just not as pungent as Rom’s. He stood, motionless, staring in at her. He’d had the dream again. Relived the night Zara died. He only came like this, alone in the middle of the night, when he had the dream. It had taken her a long time to figure that out. But she’d had little to do chained in her cell night after night other than analyze every aspect of their behavior – except on the nights when Ryn came to her. A white-hot flash of anger poured through her at what she knew was to come. Yet at the same time her pussy clenched and she felt a flood of dampness between her legs. That she could detect the difference between them by their scent alone had come as a surprise, although not as much as discovering the effect it had on her. Earthers knew very little about the Cephaians. Apparently the males on this planet exuded powerful pheromones when they became aroused. She didn’t know what that did to females on this planet, but inhaling those pheromones awakened a savage hunger in her, more intense than any sexual desire she’d ever felt before. Touching his body, having him touch her, magnified the effect. She fought it, fought him, every time. But it seemed as though the harder she fought, the more she resisted, the stronger it grew. Three long strides brought him in front of her. She didn’t bother to feign sleep. She’d learned it only angered him, made him even more aggressive. He reached down, yanked the blanket away, and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her off the bed. The chain on her ankle rattled as he forced her to her knees in front of him. The brothers slept naked and he’d come straight from their bed. His thick cock, already semi-erect, jutted out in front of her face. The pheromones were strongest there. She held her breath and tried to turn her head away, but he twisted her long blonde hair around one hand and kept her in place. His other hand wrapped around his shaft, sliding up and down. Every stroke made it grow harder, releasing another invisible cloud of the potent aroma. Wordlessly, he drew her closer, pressing the head against her lips.
Writer of kinky characters, Aubrey Cara is the quiet girl you have to watch out for. A mostly reformed hellion, she resides off the East Coast of the U.S. with her inspiring hubby, crazy kid, and two hand me down dogs. When she's not writing sexy smut she's hiding out reading bodice rippers, repairing leaky faucets, and dodging the PTA.For more from Aubrey Cara please visit http://aubreycara.com/ or follow on AMAZON and FACEBOOK.
Alta Hensley
Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling erotic romance author who has had #1 selling books in erotic science fiction, humor, BDSM, western, victorian and historical. She writes the naughty... and then the cure for it.Being a multi-published author in the erotic romance genre, Alta is known for her alpha heroes, sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission. You can find out more about Alta on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads. You can also contact her at hensleyalta@yahoo.com
Renee Rose
USA TODAYBESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance ReviewsBest Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite author. She's hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal, Western and Sci-fi categories and is a contributor to Write Sex Right and Romance Beat.She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams. Grab free books from Renee by signing up for her newsletter. Or visit her on: Blog | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads | Pinterest | Instagram
Kallista Dane
USA TODAY bestselling author Kallista Dane's erotic romances have hit #1 on Amazon in Sci-Fi and Western Erotica as well as making the bestselling lists in BDSM and Contemporary Romance. She loves telling stories about strong, independent women and the hot Alpha males who appear in their lives to deliver a firm spanking when they expect it least and need it the most. Kallista is happily married to her own erotic Knight. He keeps her supplied with endless cups of Cowboy Coffee when she's writing and plenty of new material for her next naughty scene the rest of the time.Website | Facebook
Sue Lyndon
USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes naughty romance in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. She's a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. She also writes non-bdsm sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury. When she's not busy working on her next book, you'll find her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies, reading, or sneaking chocolate.
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