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November 10, 2015
~ : ~ COVER REVEAL!! ~ : ~
Welcome to my blog for #WipItUp Wednesday!
I'm so excited to share the cover for my western The Code of the West which is due to be released on Friday 13th November!This awesome cover was made by the extremely talented Korey Mae Johnson at Stormy Night Publications. Thanks Korey!
In the years since the tragic death of her parents, Jedda-Lyn Cross has given everything she has to keep the family ranch running. She has grown accustomed to getting no help at all from her alcoholic brother, but when his violent, sadistic friend tries to make Jedda his wife against her will, it is the last straw.
Her attacker is the son of the richest family in town, and with the corrupt sheriff ready to do his bidding Jedda is desperate to leave town in a hurry. With no money and no horse, her best chance of making her escape comes in the form of a soon-to-be-departing cattle drive led by the famous trail boss Wes Jordan. But a young woman has little hope of gaining employment on a cattle drive, so drastic measures will be required…
Wes is none too pleased when he discovers that the new drover he hired is actually a beautiful twenty-two-year-old woman disguised as a boy, but after hearing Jedda’s story he promises to protect her. As he quickly realizes, however, that will be easier said than done. Jedda is sassy, headstrong, and in serious need of a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking, and when her reckless disregard for her own safety finally pushes him too far, Wes takes her firmly in hand.
After a painful, humiliating punishment from the handsome trail boss, Jedda is left with her bottom burning and her mind set awhirl. In spite of everything, she aches for Wes to take her in his arms, and when at last he does the pleasure of his skillful, passionate lovemaking nearly takes her breath away. But with her obsessed former suitor and his hired guns still after her, can she bring herself to accept the fact that, for a man like Wes, risking his life to protect the woman he loves is just part of what it means to live by the code of the west.
Publisher’s Note: The Code of the West is an erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Excerpt: Exiting the water, Wes spread the towel on the ground in the sun and lay her down on it. The sun warmed her skin, drying the droplets of water that remained on her body, softening her nipples that the cold water had hardened. Gooseflesh covered her body, and Wes trailed his rough fingers over them with the lightest touch, tickling her. Straddling her, he lowered his lips to hers, devouring her hungrily, but before she was sated, he moved his body lower, kissing her throat, her shoulder, trailing kisses all the way down the middle of her body. His hands encircled her breasts, squeezing them gently, as he kissed lightly between them, moving his lips further down her body, kissing away the remaining droplets of water from the stream. He circled his tongue around her navel, tickling her, teasing her. Her breasts were tight in his hands, tight and hot, as though they would burst. The dull ache between her legs intensified, pulsing in rhythm with the rapid beat of her heart. Her breaths were coming in short, shallow gasps as he pressed her back against the towel. What was he doing to her?
Coming this weekend!
The Code of the West is a standalone sequel to The Ways of the West. If you haven't read it yet, you can pick up a copy on Amazon
Don't forget to check out the other participants in this week's #WipItUpWednesday blog hop by clicking on the links below:
I'm so excited to share the cover for my western The Code of the West which is due to be released on Friday 13th November!This awesome cover was made by the extremely talented Korey Mae Johnson at Stormy Night Publications. Thanks Korey!
In the years since the tragic death of her parents, Jedda-Lyn Cross has given everything she has to keep the family ranch running. She has grown accustomed to getting no help at all from her alcoholic brother, but when his violent, sadistic friend tries to make Jedda his wife against her will, it is the last straw.
Her attacker is the son of the richest family in town, and with the corrupt sheriff ready to do his bidding Jedda is desperate to leave town in a hurry. With no money and no horse, her best chance of making her escape comes in the form of a soon-to-be-departing cattle drive led by the famous trail boss Wes Jordan. But a young woman has little hope of gaining employment on a cattle drive, so drastic measures will be required…
Wes is none too pleased when he discovers that the new drover he hired is actually a beautiful twenty-two-year-old woman disguised as a boy, but after hearing Jedda’s story he promises to protect her. As he quickly realizes, however, that will be easier said than done. Jedda is sassy, headstrong, and in serious need of a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking, and when her reckless disregard for her own safety finally pushes him too far, Wes takes her firmly in hand.
After a painful, humiliating punishment from the handsome trail boss, Jedda is left with her bottom burning and her mind set awhirl. In spite of everything, she aches for Wes to take her in his arms, and when at last he does the pleasure of his skillful, passionate lovemaking nearly takes her breath away. But with her obsessed former suitor and his hired guns still after her, can she bring herself to accept the fact that, for a man like Wes, risking his life to protect the woman he loves is just part of what it means to live by the code of the west.
Publisher’s Note: The Code of the West is an erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Excerpt: Exiting the water, Wes spread the towel on the ground in the sun and lay her down on it. The sun warmed her skin, drying the droplets of water that remained on her body, softening her nipples that the cold water had hardened. Gooseflesh covered her body, and Wes trailed his rough fingers over them with the lightest touch, tickling her. Straddling her, he lowered his lips to hers, devouring her hungrily, but before she was sated, he moved his body lower, kissing her throat, her shoulder, trailing kisses all the way down the middle of her body. His hands encircled her breasts, squeezing them gently, as he kissed lightly between them, moving his lips further down her body, kissing away the remaining droplets of water from the stream. He circled his tongue around her navel, tickling her, teasing her. Her breasts were tight in his hands, tight and hot, as though they would burst. The dull ache between her legs intensified, pulsing in rhythm with the rapid beat of her heart. Her breaths were coming in short, shallow gasps as he pressed her back against the towel. What was he doing to her?
Coming this weekend!
The Code of the West is a standalone sequel to The Ways of the West. If you haven't read it yet, you can pick up a copy on Amazon
Don't forget to check out the other participants in this week's #WipItUpWednesday blog hop by clicking on the links below:
November 9, 2015
Bella Bryce - The Protagonist
Welcome to my blog Bella! I'm totally intrigued by The Protagonist and am so happy to share it here today :)
Blurb: Daisy Abbott is an author as eccentric as she is successful. She's also used to a certain rhythm when it comes to her writing: she sits at her desk, the hero speaks, she writes. Book done. After all, that's how she wrote thirty titles and she doesn't expect anything to be different during the working of her thirty-first manuscript. Daisy is convinced the protagonist of her newest book isn’t speaking to her and when he appears in the flesh to challenge her, she is transported to his time and place to better understand things from his perspective. The question is, whose story is it?
Excerpt:“You are late.”Daisy was glad the first words were something she could respond to legitimately. She also took a complete guess at how to respond. “Yes… Mother. I apologise.” She felt completely stupid saying that. She was also thirty-five. Daisy didn’t entirely look it, but her age contributed to the discomfort she felt being reprimanded – even in a situation from which she knew she would eventually disappear.The Queen turned around and her dress rustled as abruptly as her body moved. Her entire manner was calm even though it was clear she was a level just below livid. Her dark face and hair assured Daisy that this was no mother to mess with, no matter how long she was around for. “Have you no respect? Greet me properly, at once.”Daisy’s hands went to the sides of her gown and she put her head down as she instantly lowered herself into a curtsey and then she slowly came back up as she’d seen the dismissed ladies do moments before exiting the room. “I may be your mother but I am still your Queen.”She assumed the most appropriate reply was, “Yes, Mother.”Her austerity did not relent with Daisy’s submission, and her expression remained painted across her sharp features. “Is this about – ”“Silence!” Her voice had risen slightly. Daisy immediately closed her mouth. She would just have to wait for further information. “You dare to speak first.” Daisy’s eyes lowered. Bloody hell. This was not good. “As late, your behaviour does not reflect well on the monarchy inside or outside of the palace.” Daisy decided not even to agree that time. “Your refusal to marry has caused discord and upset between the King and me, and now it seems the responsibility has fallen to your sister. Since your birth you have known it is our duty to do what is best for the country, or must I remind you of your namesake?” “No, Mother,” she replied gingerly.“And what of your disappearance yesterday?” “My disappearance?” The Queen’s steady expression caused Daisy to think quickly. “I needed some fresh air.”“The guards tell me you returned only before sunrise.” Daisy chuckled. “Mother, I am thirty-five.” Her expression returned straight when she saw the Queen was unmoved by the fact. “And you are the first born daughter of a King you should be grateful to have as a father,” her voice now turned to an angry whisper as she stepped forward once. Daisy’s amusement abruptly faded. “No King before him has allowed his daughters to remain in the line of succession after refusal upon refusal to enter into a marriage treaty, and if she hadn’t married by twenty she was demoted and banished from living at court.” The seriousness was so blatant that Daisy almost felt guilty. Had she really caused the King and Queen such distress? “You will not carry on in this manner. You are next in line for the throne, and I am more ashamed of that fact than I can tell you.”Daisy swallowed hard. Now it was feeling quite personal. Whilst Daisy wasn’t really a wayward princess, the attack on her character felt very, very real. “Then remove me from the line of succession.”
BUY LINKS:Blushing Books Amazon Barnes & Noble
About the author:Bella BryceI am a British writer of niche market fiction in the domestic discipline genre. My first duty is to write a compelling story with strong characterisation and dialogue that makes you feel involved. It just so happens that all of these elements are in a genre that is otherwise on the underside of the internet and is given very little credit for its literary merit.
Visit www.authorbellabryce.com for more about BellaTwitter: @bella_bryceFacebook: Author Bella Bryce
Blurb: Daisy Abbott is an author as eccentric as she is successful. She's also used to a certain rhythm when it comes to her writing: she sits at her desk, the hero speaks, she writes. Book done. After all, that's how she wrote thirty titles and she doesn't expect anything to be different during the working of her thirty-first manuscript. Daisy is convinced the protagonist of her newest book isn’t speaking to her and when he appears in the flesh to challenge her, she is transported to his time and place to better understand things from his perspective. The question is, whose story is it?
Excerpt:“You are late.”Daisy was glad the first words were something she could respond to legitimately. She also took a complete guess at how to respond. “Yes… Mother. I apologise.” She felt completely stupid saying that. She was also thirty-five. Daisy didn’t entirely look it, but her age contributed to the discomfort she felt being reprimanded – even in a situation from which she knew she would eventually disappear.The Queen turned around and her dress rustled as abruptly as her body moved. Her entire manner was calm even though it was clear she was a level just below livid. Her dark face and hair assured Daisy that this was no mother to mess with, no matter how long she was around for. “Have you no respect? Greet me properly, at once.”Daisy’s hands went to the sides of her gown and she put her head down as she instantly lowered herself into a curtsey and then she slowly came back up as she’d seen the dismissed ladies do moments before exiting the room. “I may be your mother but I am still your Queen.”She assumed the most appropriate reply was, “Yes, Mother.”Her austerity did not relent with Daisy’s submission, and her expression remained painted across her sharp features. “Is this about – ”“Silence!” Her voice had risen slightly. Daisy immediately closed her mouth. She would just have to wait for further information. “You dare to speak first.” Daisy’s eyes lowered. Bloody hell. This was not good. “As late, your behaviour does not reflect well on the monarchy inside or outside of the palace.” Daisy decided not even to agree that time. “Your refusal to marry has caused discord and upset between the King and me, and now it seems the responsibility has fallen to your sister. Since your birth you have known it is our duty to do what is best for the country, or must I remind you of your namesake?” “No, Mother,” she replied gingerly.“And what of your disappearance yesterday?” “My disappearance?” The Queen’s steady expression caused Daisy to think quickly. “I needed some fresh air.”“The guards tell me you returned only before sunrise.” Daisy chuckled. “Mother, I am thirty-five.” Her expression returned straight when she saw the Queen was unmoved by the fact. “And you are the first born daughter of a King you should be grateful to have as a father,” her voice now turned to an angry whisper as she stepped forward once. Daisy’s amusement abruptly faded. “No King before him has allowed his daughters to remain in the line of succession after refusal upon refusal to enter into a marriage treaty, and if she hadn’t married by twenty she was demoted and banished from living at court.” The seriousness was so blatant that Daisy almost felt guilty. Had she really caused the King and Queen such distress? “You will not carry on in this manner. You are next in line for the throne, and I am more ashamed of that fact than I can tell you.”Daisy swallowed hard. Now it was feeling quite personal. Whilst Daisy wasn’t really a wayward princess, the attack on her character felt very, very real. “Then remove me from the line of succession.”
BUY LINKS:Blushing Books Amazon Barnes & Noble
About the author:Bella BryceI am a British writer of niche market fiction in the domestic discipline genre. My first duty is to write a compelling story with strong characterisation and dialogue that makes you feel involved. It just so happens that all of these elements are in a genre that is otherwise on the underside of the internet and is given very little credit for its literary merit.
Visit www.authorbellabryce.com for more about BellaTwitter: @bella_bryceFacebook: Author Bella Bryce
November 3, 2015
~ #WIPITUPWEDNESDAY - The Code of the West ~
Welcome to my blog for another #WipItUpWednesday blog hop post! I'm sharing my western again, with a tentative title of The Code of the West and with a bit of luck it will be out next week! I'm so excited! With this being my 4th book I thought the crazy excitement would have worn off by now, but it hasn't so far, so yet again, my household is being entertained by my ridiculous happy dance :)
The Code of the West is a standalone sequel to The Ways of the West. If you haven't already read it, The Ways of the West is available here on Amazon
“No!” Jed yelled, trying to pull away, but Mr Jordan held her fast as he untied her drawers and let them fall. Mortified, she tried to cover herself with her hands. This wasn’t right! It wasn’t proper! But Mr Jordan didn’t seem to notice her nakedness as his big hand enclosed around both her wrists and he bent her back over his thigh. The flat of his hand scorched her bottom again, the tips of his long fingers landing inside the crevice of her bottom cheeks. She let out a shriek. She’d been hurting before but it was nothing like the pain Mr Jordan was inflicting on her now! With nothing between her tender skin and Mr Jordan’s rough, calloused hand, each smack stung like fire.
She kicked and struggled, well aware that he would be able to see everything between her legs, but powerless to stop fighting. As his hand landed again and again she blushed furiously at the thought of him looking at her most intimate parts. Would he be able to see the wetness she could feel gathered there? Was he aware of her arousal? If he could, how was that affecting him?
Don't forget to check out the other participants in this blog hop, below:
The Code of the West is a standalone sequel to The Ways of the West. If you haven't already read it, The Ways of the West is available here on Amazon
“No!” Jed yelled, trying to pull away, but Mr Jordan held her fast as he untied her drawers and let them fall. Mortified, she tried to cover herself with her hands. This wasn’t right! It wasn’t proper! But Mr Jordan didn’t seem to notice her nakedness as his big hand enclosed around both her wrists and he bent her back over his thigh. The flat of his hand scorched her bottom again, the tips of his long fingers landing inside the crevice of her bottom cheeks. She let out a shriek. She’d been hurting before but it was nothing like the pain Mr Jordan was inflicting on her now! With nothing between her tender skin and Mr Jordan’s rough, calloused hand, each smack stung like fire.
She kicked and struggled, well aware that he would be able to see everything between her legs, but powerless to stop fighting. As his hand landed again and again she blushed furiously at the thought of him looking at her most intimate parts. Would he be able to see the wetness she could feel gathered there? Was he aware of her arousal? If he could, how was that affecting him?
Don't forget to check out the other participants in this blog hop, below:
October 30, 2015
~ : ~ Short Story - Kate's Cop ~ : ~
Welcome to my blog for Saturday Spankings!
Because my next release is still a little way off I thought I would share a short spanking story I wrote that is available here on A1Adult Ebooks
Yeah I don't like the cover either, I didn't choose it ... but don't let that put you off the story :)
Trouble has been following Kate lately. All the men in her life either break her heart, or are out to destroy her completely.Speeding down the highway in her car is one of the few things that helps clear her head ... until she gets pulled over by the one cop she'd hoped never to see again.
Smack! The first swat took her by surprise and she jumped.
“You weren’t paying attention to what I was saying, were you?” Luke asked her sternly. “Should I just let you go and write you out a ticket like I should be doing?” “No Luke, please.” “I’m risking my career for you here, you do realise that, don’t you?” “I do. Thank you. I’m sorry, I will pay attention now, I promise.” “You’d better,” he growled, punctuating his words with another slap. “Ow!” she shrieked, kicking her legs.
Don't forget to check out the other great authors who are participating this week:
Because my next release is still a little way off I thought I would share a short spanking story I wrote that is available here on A1Adult Ebooks
Yeah I don't like the cover either, I didn't choose it ... but don't let that put you off the story :)
Trouble has been following Kate lately. All the men in her life either break her heart, or are out to destroy her completely.Speeding down the highway in her car is one of the few things that helps clear her head ... until she gets pulled over by the one cop she'd hoped never to see again.
Smack! The first swat took her by surprise and she jumped.
“You weren’t paying attention to what I was saying, were you?” Luke asked her sternly. “Should I just let you go and write you out a ticket like I should be doing?” “No Luke, please.” “I’m risking my career for you here, you do realise that, don’t you?” “I do. Thank you. I’m sorry, I will pay attention now, I promise.” “You’d better,” he growled, punctuating his words with another slap. “Ow!” she shrieked, kicking her legs.
Don't forget to check out the other great authors who are participating this week:
October 27, 2015
WipItUp Wednesday - Book 2 in my Trail Drive series!
Welcome to my blog for #WipItUpWednesday where authors share a snippet of the work-in-progress or a hot new release. This week, I'm sharing more of book 2 in my Trail Drive series - the sequel to The Ways of the West (which you can buy on Amazon here)
I don't have a definite title for this yet.This snippet follows on nicely from the one I shared last week.
With a quick dive she reached for his gun – Mr Jordan still had her one that he’d confiscated, and she knew she couldn’t go unarmed. Not now that she knew she was in danger. She just about had it out of the holster when Mr Jordan grabbed her wrist, wrenching the gun out of her grasp and landed a solid slap to the back of her hand. She watched in astonishment as her knuckles turned pink where his hand had connected with her flesh. Mr Jordan looked at her sternly and raised an eyebrow. “Sassy, and no regard for your safety? Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me.” Mr Jordan sighed. Wrapping his arm around her waist he bent her forward over his forearm and lifted her up so her fingertips and toes barely touched the ground. She dangled there helplessly, watching the drovers around the campfire upside-down. “Pass me that spoon there will you Billy?” he requested, pointing at the big wooden spoon sitting on the rickety table Monty used for stirring the stew. Too late, Jed realised what Mr Jordan was about to do – her sass had gotten her in big trouble! “No!” she cried, struggling to get away, but Mr Jordan held her fast. He took the spoon Billy proffered and with a quick flick of his wrist, snapped it hard against the seat of her pants. It stung like fire! “Owwwwwww!” she shrieked, increasing her struggles. Mr Jordan flicked his wrist again, scorching her other buttock with the spoon. She gasped. It felt like there were hot embers on her bottom! Those two swats were enough to satisfy her curiosity – there was nothing exciting about getting a spanking from Mr Jordan, it just hurt!
Photos courtesy of Pinterest
Don't forget to check out the other participants in this week's blog hop below:
I don't have a definite title for this yet.This snippet follows on nicely from the one I shared last week.
With a quick dive she reached for his gun – Mr Jordan still had her one that he’d confiscated, and she knew she couldn’t go unarmed. Not now that she knew she was in danger. She just about had it out of the holster when Mr Jordan grabbed her wrist, wrenching the gun out of her grasp and landed a solid slap to the back of her hand. She watched in astonishment as her knuckles turned pink where his hand had connected with her flesh. Mr Jordan looked at her sternly and raised an eyebrow. “Sassy, and no regard for your safety? Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me.” Mr Jordan sighed. Wrapping his arm around her waist he bent her forward over his forearm and lifted her up so her fingertips and toes barely touched the ground. She dangled there helplessly, watching the drovers around the campfire upside-down. “Pass me that spoon there will you Billy?” he requested, pointing at the big wooden spoon sitting on the rickety table Monty used for stirring the stew. Too late, Jed realised what Mr Jordan was about to do – her sass had gotten her in big trouble! “No!” she cried, struggling to get away, but Mr Jordan held her fast. He took the spoon Billy proffered and with a quick flick of his wrist, snapped it hard against the seat of her pants. It stung like fire! “Owwwwwww!” she shrieked, increasing her struggles. Mr Jordan flicked his wrist again, scorching her other buttock with the spoon. She gasped. It felt like there were hot embers on her bottom! Those two swats were enough to satisfy her curiosity – there was nothing exciting about getting a spanking from Mr Jordan, it just hurt!
Photos courtesy of PinterestDon't forget to check out the other participants in this week's blog hop below:
October 25, 2015
ASHE BARKER IS VISITING TODAY WITH "OVER THE KNEE" ANTHOLOGY
Welcome Ashe!
Hi there Kelly, and thank you so much for inviting me back over to your blog today. I’m so pleased to be here to give a shout out about the Over The Knee anthology, six wonderful, wicked tales of spanking and submission.
The collection is a smokin’ hot anthology of spankingly awesome short stories, over a hundred thousand words of sizzling naughtiness ready to melt your kindle. It’ll be a real treat for the spank-lovers among us. I’m so thrilled to have a story in the set, and I’m in fabulous company too snuggled up with Lily Harlem, Lucy Felthouse, Katy Swann, Dolly Watt, and Wendi Zwaduk.
My story in the set is In the Eyes of the Law . Libby is shopping for a present for her sister and accidentally leaves the store without paying for a bottle of perfume. She’s mortified. Apart from anything else, she could lose her job if she gets in trouble with the police. When the head of security at the mall turns out to be her Dominant estranged husband she thinks things can’t get any worse.
Will Josh hand her over to the authorities or does he have his own way of settling this? And after a drought of two years, will just one bare bottom spanking be enough? For either of them?
This story was fun to write – short, snappy, and sexy as hell. I just adore this sensual cover too – Totally Bound cover art rocks!
The whole collection is out now and you can snap it up on Amazon or wherever you like to buy your ebooks. The individual stories will be out next month.
Here’s the blurb for In the Eyes of the Law…She’s still his wife, in the eyes of the law. But is she still his submissive? His to spank?A momentary lapse of concentration places Libby Novak on the wrong side of the law. A criminal conviction could cause her to lose her job. How much worse could this get?Libby soon knows the answer to that question when the head of security at the mall shows up. She hasn’t seen her estranged husband for years, and now she discovers Josh has a strict policy on how best to deal with shoplifters. He was her husband and her Dom. Will he turn her over to the police, or would a hard, bare-bottom spanking be sufficient redress for her misdemeanor? After all, that’s how he always dealt with her in the past.Josh has never forgiven Libby’s betrayal. She let him down. She deserves to be punished. But does he still have that right?Libby meant to divorce him. She was granted the decree nisi but never quite got round to making it final. They both know she’s still his wife—in the eyes of the law—but is she still his submissive? His to spank?
And just check out the rest of the collection…
‘Spicing it Up’ by Lily HarlemHeat from a spanking ensures that Cassandra simmers with pleasure in a way she never would have imagined.
‘Kneel for You’ by Katy SwannShould she agree to be spanked? Just the once? It would all be in the name of research, of course…
‘Silk and Decadence’ by Wendi ZwadukThere is always fun in the club, but taking the fun outside and into life might be exactly what’s needed for a lifetime of passion.
‘Properly, or Not at All’ by Lucy FelthouseHow will a husband and wife cope when they’re told one of their favourite kinky pastimes is temporarily off the menu?
‘A Private Education’ by Dolly WattArchivist Emma Willoughby learns a lesson in kinky lust when she’s invited to assess the ninth Earl of Folchester’s private library.
And of course we can’t leave without an excerpt from In the Eyes of the Law“Libby? Are you ready to get up yet?”The low voice seems to be coming from a long way away. It sounds a bit like someone I should know, vaguely familiar, but a richer tone. Deeper perhaps, like dark chocolate.“Libby, open your eyes, love.”No, I shake my head. “Yes. It’s time to come back.”Been nowhere, going nowhere.There’s a chuckle. “You always were a belligerent little subbie. Open your eyes and look at me. Now.” The voice is less dark chocolate now and more tart mint flavored. An edge of something more—insistent—has crept in. I pry one eyelid open, only to clam it shut again as the sheer white light assaults my retina. “Too bright. Turn it off.”A light touch feathers across the side of my face, my brow. I turn to nuzzle against it.“My hand’s shading your eyes now. Try again, Libby.”I obey, to find I can manage this time. Slivers of light spear between Josh’s fingers as my senses return. I’m still draped across his lap, cool air now caressing my buttocks, which feel to be in flames, but gloriously so. His spare hand is holding me in place, and without it, I suspect I would by now be rolling about on the floor. Josh didn’t let me fall, though. I knew he wouldn’t, however angry he might be.Angry? Is he still angry with me? As my head clears I remember our strange, half-conversation as he built the spanking, raining ever harder punishment onto my bottom. The revelation of his disappointment in my perceived lack of trust, my refusal to wait for him to—what?To leave the army, that’s what. To cancel his entire future, for me, that’s what. I couldn’t bear the prospect of being an army wife—or worse still, an army widow—so I insisted he choose. He chose the army, or so I thought—until today.“Can you stand up now, Libby?”I nod and try to straighten. I grab his leg for support but my arms feel like spaghetti and I can’t seem to raise the weight of my upper body. Josh stands, somehow lifting me as he does so and turns me around so he can slip an arm under my knees. He sits back down, then carefully arranges my skirt to leave my bottom exposed.“Your arse is glowing all shades of pink and crimson, sweetheart. I do like to admire my handiwork.”“Yes, I remember.” I snuggle in closer, sinking my fingers into the soft fabric of his cotton shirt. His cock is still solid, his erection nudging my hip. It seems a pity to waste that. “I need you. Now.”“Nice idea, but not here, I think.”“Yes, here. Now.”“No, not here and not now—for two reasons. One, Libby, it’s been a long time. Too fucking long and I intend to take my time over you. No quickie across the desk, but I do thank you for the offer. And two, linked to number one, I might be the boss around here but there’s still a limit to how long I can keep everyone out. I could get called back into the mall at any time to deal with some drunk or break up a fight, or even to read the riot act to a light-fingered little toe rag. That would be a great pity, don’t you agree?”
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More about me…I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research. I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a couple of dogs, two tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel. I have twenty seven (at the last count) titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too. Strong, demanding Doms are a given, often paired with new submissives who have a lot to learn. I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.
Author links
Blog : http://ashebarker.com/Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/ashe.barker.9Twitter : https://twitter.com/ashebarkerAmazon Author Page : http://www.amazon.co.uk/Ashe-Barker/e/B00FL04NOS/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1434470965&sr=1-2-entGoodreads : https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7143377.Ashe_BarkerAshe Barker Newsletter : http://us9.campaign-archive1.com/home/?u=6a241193a36eea6c22d220ae5&id=e30c83fe71
Hi there Kelly, and thank you so much for inviting me back over to your blog today. I’m so pleased to be here to give a shout out about the Over The Knee anthology, six wonderful, wicked tales of spanking and submission.
The collection is a smokin’ hot anthology of spankingly awesome short stories, over a hundred thousand words of sizzling naughtiness ready to melt your kindle. It’ll be a real treat for the spank-lovers among us. I’m so thrilled to have a story in the set, and I’m in fabulous company too snuggled up with Lily Harlem, Lucy Felthouse, Katy Swann, Dolly Watt, and Wendi Zwaduk.
My story in the set is In the Eyes of the Law . Libby is shopping for a present for her sister and accidentally leaves the store without paying for a bottle of perfume. She’s mortified. Apart from anything else, she could lose her job if she gets in trouble with the police. When the head of security at the mall turns out to be her Dominant estranged husband she thinks things can’t get any worse.
Will Josh hand her over to the authorities or does he have his own way of settling this? And after a drought of two years, will just one bare bottom spanking be enough? For either of them?
This story was fun to write – short, snappy, and sexy as hell. I just adore this sensual cover too – Totally Bound cover art rocks!
The whole collection is out now and you can snap it up on Amazon or wherever you like to buy your ebooks. The individual stories will be out next month.
Here’s the blurb for In the Eyes of the Law…She’s still his wife, in the eyes of the law. But is she still his submissive? His to spank?A momentary lapse of concentration places Libby Novak on the wrong side of the law. A criminal conviction could cause her to lose her job. How much worse could this get?Libby soon knows the answer to that question when the head of security at the mall shows up. She hasn’t seen her estranged husband for years, and now she discovers Josh has a strict policy on how best to deal with shoplifters. He was her husband and her Dom. Will he turn her over to the police, or would a hard, bare-bottom spanking be sufficient redress for her misdemeanor? After all, that’s how he always dealt with her in the past.Josh has never forgiven Libby’s betrayal. She let him down. She deserves to be punished. But does he still have that right?Libby meant to divorce him. She was granted the decree nisi but never quite got round to making it final. They both know she’s still his wife—in the eyes of the law—but is she still his submissive? His to spank?
And just check out the rest of the collection…
‘Spicing it Up’ by Lily HarlemHeat from a spanking ensures that Cassandra simmers with pleasure in a way she never would have imagined.
‘Kneel for You’ by Katy SwannShould she agree to be spanked? Just the once? It would all be in the name of research, of course…
‘Silk and Decadence’ by Wendi ZwadukThere is always fun in the club, but taking the fun outside and into life might be exactly what’s needed for a lifetime of passion.
‘Properly, or Not at All’ by Lucy FelthouseHow will a husband and wife cope when they’re told one of their favourite kinky pastimes is temporarily off the menu?
‘A Private Education’ by Dolly WattArchivist Emma Willoughby learns a lesson in kinky lust when she’s invited to assess the ninth Earl of Folchester’s private library.
And of course we can’t leave without an excerpt from In the Eyes of the Law“Libby? Are you ready to get up yet?”The low voice seems to be coming from a long way away. It sounds a bit like someone I should know, vaguely familiar, but a richer tone. Deeper perhaps, like dark chocolate.“Libby, open your eyes, love.”No, I shake my head. “Yes. It’s time to come back.”Been nowhere, going nowhere.There’s a chuckle. “You always were a belligerent little subbie. Open your eyes and look at me. Now.” The voice is less dark chocolate now and more tart mint flavored. An edge of something more—insistent—has crept in. I pry one eyelid open, only to clam it shut again as the sheer white light assaults my retina. “Too bright. Turn it off.”A light touch feathers across the side of my face, my brow. I turn to nuzzle against it.“My hand’s shading your eyes now. Try again, Libby.”I obey, to find I can manage this time. Slivers of light spear between Josh’s fingers as my senses return. I’m still draped across his lap, cool air now caressing my buttocks, which feel to be in flames, but gloriously so. His spare hand is holding me in place, and without it, I suspect I would by now be rolling about on the floor. Josh didn’t let me fall, though. I knew he wouldn’t, however angry he might be.Angry? Is he still angry with me? As my head clears I remember our strange, half-conversation as he built the spanking, raining ever harder punishment onto my bottom. The revelation of his disappointment in my perceived lack of trust, my refusal to wait for him to—what?To leave the army, that’s what. To cancel his entire future, for me, that’s what. I couldn’t bear the prospect of being an army wife—or worse still, an army widow—so I insisted he choose. He chose the army, or so I thought—until today.“Can you stand up now, Libby?”I nod and try to straighten. I grab his leg for support but my arms feel like spaghetti and I can’t seem to raise the weight of my upper body. Josh stands, somehow lifting me as he does so and turns me around so he can slip an arm under my knees. He sits back down, then carefully arranges my skirt to leave my bottom exposed.“Your arse is glowing all shades of pink and crimson, sweetheart. I do like to admire my handiwork.”“Yes, I remember.” I snuggle in closer, sinking my fingers into the soft fabric of his cotton shirt. His cock is still solid, his erection nudging my hip. It seems a pity to waste that. “I need you. Now.”“Nice idea, but not here, I think.”“Yes, here. Now.”“No, not here and not now—for two reasons. One, Libby, it’s been a long time. Too fucking long and I intend to take my time over you. No quickie across the desk, but I do thank you for the offer. And two, linked to number one, I might be the boss around here but there’s still a limit to how long I can keep everyone out. I could get called back into the mall at any time to deal with some drunk or break up a fight, or even to read the riot act to a light-fingered little toe rag. That would be a great pity, don’t you agree?”
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More about me…I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research. I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a couple of dogs, two tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel. I have twenty seven (at the last count) titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too. Strong, demanding Doms are a given, often paired with new submissives who have a lot to learn. I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.
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October 21, 2015
Ravyn Rayne - Gem Apocalypse Book 3!
Welcome back to my blog Ravyn, this time with Sapphire Sacrifice book 3 of the Gem Apocalype series.
A virus designed to murder Sapphire’s.No one from Brayleigh saw it coming.Neither James nor Aria expected four men in a deserted city to attack. Thrown into the back of a van, James is captured by claimers – men that hunt Sapphire’s and bring them into quarantine, where they must settle their debt for treatment. Those that can’t pay off their debt are held in the broker’s quarters until they’re bought by angels, often resulting in slavery, hunting humans, and a host of other horrendous atrocities.Aria is different. She’s naturally immune, or so she’s told. On a mission to rescue James, she finds herself in danger and quickly learns the power of friendship, commitment, and undying love.With a taste of age play, spanking, and a master/slave relationship with voyeurism, this dystopian erotic adventure is sure to leave you satisfied. Amazon | Blushing Books
Excerpt:
Raindrops fell from the sky. She shivered against the concrete. The cooler air and moisture made her uncomfortable. With reluctance, she stood, wrapping her arms around herself. Soaking wet, thunder echoed across the city, and lightening crackled above her. She needed to find shelter. It shouldn't have been too difficult in an empty city. Aria walked into the nearest skyscraper, the door swung open with ease. The lock broke off quite some time ago, like many of the buildings they encountered.
Out of the rain and into the cold darkness, she felt frozen. Aria wanted to change clothes, but the pack she'd been carrying was just as soaked. Removing the clothes from her bag, she scattered them among the lobby desk and chairs, flipping everything right side up. What happened here after the war? Had radiation settled over the city and forced an evacuation? If that had been the case, the men that had taken James hadn't been too concerned to wear suits to protect themselves. It must be safe now.Food seemed scarce. There were no rivers to fish from, and the canned goods they'd found had been few and far between, never leaving them enough to save and bring any with them. They had traveled far from the ocean. She didn't want to think about doing this alone, but she had no other choice.She rummaged through the floor, popping open locked desk drawers and a cabinet behind the desk. There were paper, pens, and a few other odd looking office supplies. Nothing that she could eat or use to start a fire. She couldn't believe how much useless junk existed from a different time.A loud ding chimed across the hall toward the end of the large foyer. Aria's head darted up, and the lights above the elevator glowed. Someone rode the elevator down. She felt both excited and anxious. She grabbed the nearest item she could as a weapon, the pen from the desk drawer. Aria doubted it would do her much good, but if she felt forced to use it, she could jab it in someone's eye. Gripping the barrel, she approached the elevator with caution.
Grab book one here and book two on my blog here About the AuthorRavyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation,Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally.wherever it might be.Currently on schedule to publish two books a month through Blushing Books, Ravyn is incredibly prolific. Her series include: Federal Agent Chronicles, Palace Secrets, and Gem Apocalypse. She is also writing a spin-off series to Gem Apocalypse, titled Courtesan Slave Trade. Her goal is to write two romance novels per month. She has been published professionally since 2013. You can find her young adult books here.Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | Tsu | Goodreads
A virus designed to murder Sapphire’s.No one from Brayleigh saw it coming.Neither James nor Aria expected four men in a deserted city to attack. Thrown into the back of a van, James is captured by claimers – men that hunt Sapphire’s and bring them into quarantine, where they must settle their debt for treatment. Those that can’t pay off their debt are held in the broker’s quarters until they’re bought by angels, often resulting in slavery, hunting humans, and a host of other horrendous atrocities.Aria is different. She’s naturally immune, or so she’s told. On a mission to rescue James, she finds herself in danger and quickly learns the power of friendship, commitment, and undying love.With a taste of age play, spanking, and a master/slave relationship with voyeurism, this dystopian erotic adventure is sure to leave you satisfied. Amazon | Blushing BooksExcerpt:
Raindrops fell from the sky. She shivered against the concrete. The cooler air and moisture made her uncomfortable. With reluctance, she stood, wrapping her arms around herself. Soaking wet, thunder echoed across the city, and lightening crackled above her. She needed to find shelter. It shouldn't have been too difficult in an empty city. Aria walked into the nearest skyscraper, the door swung open with ease. The lock broke off quite some time ago, like many of the buildings they encountered.
Out of the rain and into the cold darkness, she felt frozen. Aria wanted to change clothes, but the pack she'd been carrying was just as soaked. Removing the clothes from her bag, she scattered them among the lobby desk and chairs, flipping everything right side up. What happened here after the war? Had radiation settled over the city and forced an evacuation? If that had been the case, the men that had taken James hadn't been too concerned to wear suits to protect themselves. It must be safe now.Food seemed scarce. There were no rivers to fish from, and the canned goods they'd found had been few and far between, never leaving them enough to save and bring any with them. They had traveled far from the ocean. She didn't want to think about doing this alone, but she had no other choice.She rummaged through the floor, popping open locked desk drawers and a cabinet behind the desk. There were paper, pens, and a few other odd looking office supplies. Nothing that she could eat or use to start a fire. She couldn't believe how much useless junk existed from a different time.A loud ding chimed across the hall toward the end of the large foyer. Aria's head darted up, and the lights above the elevator glowed. Someone rode the elevator down. She felt both excited and anxious. She grabbed the nearest item she could as a weapon, the pen from the desk drawer. Aria doubted it would do her much good, but if she felt forced to use it, she could jab it in someone's eye. Gripping the barrel, she approached the elevator with caution.
Grab book one here and book two on my blog here About the AuthorRavyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation,Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally.wherever it might be.Currently on schedule to publish two books a month through Blushing Books, Ravyn is incredibly prolific. Her series include: Federal Agent Chronicles, Palace Secrets, and Gem Apocalypse. She is also writing a spin-off series to Gem Apocalypse, titled Courtesan Slave Trade. Her goal is to write two romance novels per month. She has been published professionally since 2013. You can find her young adult books here.Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | Tsu | Goodreads
October 20, 2015
~ Western Number 2 ~
I'm so excited to share that my new western - the sequel (but still a standalone novella) to The Ways of the West has just been accepted by Stormy Night Publications!
If you haven't already read The Ways of the West you can pick up a copy of it here
“Look Jed, you’re a woman. There isn’t a man here who would let you do the night watch. Not now that we know. We protect women, we don’t have them do the protectin’.” “Threatening to spank me doesn’t sound very protective,” she countered, still not yet willing to back down. “If it helps to keep the woman safe, sometimes it’s necessary.” Mr Jordan spoke softly, his tone a gentle one, unlike the brusqueness in which he’d issued orders to his men just seconds before. He swept a stray lock of her hair back off her face. “There is a job for you here for as long as you want it. All the way to Sedalia. You’re a good drover. But now that I know you’re a woman, I will put in place measures to protect you. And I will expect you to obey them.”
His deep baritone voice rumbled through her, sending waves of heat to her loins. What was it about his voice that affected her so? It was so gruff and commanding, even though he was speaking quietly. Maybe a spanking cowboy would be better than the unknown … and Cal. She sighed, giving in. “Thank you,” she murmured. “Are you happy bedding down on the ground with us or would you rather spread your bedroll in the supply wagon?” “The ground is fine. I don’t want any special treatment, Mr Jordan. I signed on to this drive to do a job. The fact that I’m a woman doesn’t change that.” “Good.” Tipping his hat to her, Mr Jordan turned and walked away, leaving Jed to her thoughts. They were tumbling around in her brain, confusing her. Why did she find Mr Jordan so attractive? Threatening to spank her like that – he was no more than a callous brute! And yet she couldn’t get him out of her mind. His spanking threat intrigued and excited her, and much to her shame, she found herself mildly curious as to what a spanking from the handsome trail boss would feel like.
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If you haven't already read The Ways of the West you can pick up a copy of it here
“Look Jed, you’re a woman. There isn’t a man here who would let you do the night watch. Not now that we know. We protect women, we don’t have them do the protectin’.” “Threatening to spank me doesn’t sound very protective,” she countered, still not yet willing to back down. “If it helps to keep the woman safe, sometimes it’s necessary.” Mr Jordan spoke softly, his tone a gentle one, unlike the brusqueness in which he’d issued orders to his men just seconds before. He swept a stray lock of her hair back off her face. “There is a job for you here for as long as you want it. All the way to Sedalia. You’re a good drover. But now that I know you’re a woman, I will put in place measures to protect you. And I will expect you to obey them.”
His deep baritone voice rumbled through her, sending waves of heat to her loins. What was it about his voice that affected her so? It was so gruff and commanding, even though he was speaking quietly. Maybe a spanking cowboy would be better than the unknown … and Cal. She sighed, giving in. “Thank you,” she murmured. “Are you happy bedding down on the ground with us or would you rather spread your bedroll in the supply wagon?” “The ground is fine. I don’t want any special treatment, Mr Jordan. I signed on to this drive to do a job. The fact that I’m a woman doesn’t change that.” “Good.” Tipping his hat to her, Mr Jordan turned and walked away, leaving Jed to her thoughts. They were tumbling around in her brain, confusing her. Why did she find Mr Jordan so attractive? Threatening to spank her like that – he was no more than a callous brute! And yet she couldn’t get him out of her mind. His spanking threat intrigued and excited her, and much to her shame, she found herself mildly curious as to what a spanking from the handsome trail boss would feel like.
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October 14, 2015
~ The Hand of Vengeance ~ By Renee Rose ~
Welcome Renee Rose to my blog to talk about The Hand of Vengeance!
Renee: Thank you so much for having me today to talk about my first sci-fi, The Hand of Vengeance. The book gets its name from the hero, Blade Vengeance. The rebels use code phrases when using their communications units and his identifier is: The hand of vengeance strikes. Obviously, I love the double entendre of having that in a spanking romance! :)
In The Hand of Vengeance, The heroine is a doctor on a humanitarian mission from Earth. When she’s kidnapped by the rebels to perform a difficult surgery, their airship is shot down and she’s stranded in a canyon with Blade. She doesn’t know anything about living in the wild, so she’s forced to rely on the intimidating warrior for survival.
Blurb: On a humanitarian mission to the war-torn planet Jesel, Dr. Lara Simmons is used to dealing with lack of supplies, power outages and the constant earthquakes that afflict the planet. But when she's captured by the rebels who need her to perform a life-saving surgery, she finds herself in a situation her medical training didn't prepare her for.
When the airship is blown out of the sky, she ends up in the Jeselian wilderness with no one to rely on but Blade Vengeance, an enormous tattooed rebel warrior. Dominant and unyielding, he doesn't hesitate to take her in hand when she disobeys the rules he lays out for her. Yet she soon learns he also knows how to deliver pleasure--with a passion she's never before experienced.
Blade finds the doctor from Earth sexy as hell, especially when she's giving him attitude, but once he delivers her to headquarters, he tries to pull back from her allure. Known for single-handedly starting the revolution and freeing many of his people, his life is one of hardship, slavery and war. Going soft on a woman isn't part of his plan, especially with the final strike of the revolution so close. But when he sends Lara back to Earth to keep her safe during the upcoming battle, he inadvertently delivers her into enemy hands. Can he find and save her from the revolution he caused?Publishers Note: This story contains spanking and explicit sex scenes, including anal penetration. If such subject matter offends, do not buy this book.
BUY IT ON AMAZON HERE OR ON BARNES & NOBLE HERE
Hot excerpt: “What the—?” Lara pounded her little fists on his back and kicked her legs. “Let me down, you big oaf!”Somehow, Dog understood his feelings for the doctor, because despite the fact that she fought him, the canine trotted behind licking her face. She spluttered. He ignored her antics, striding inside the main building, where he knew they’d given her one of the few, coveted indoor bedrooms. He swung open the door and carried her inside, dropping her to her feet. “Out.” He looked at Dog and pointed at the door. Dog gave him a forlorn look, but dutifully trotted out. “Stay.” He snapped and pointed to the floor outside the door. Dog lay down. “Good boy.” He went back in and shut the door behind them.Lara stood glaring with her hands on her hips, her face flushed an enchanting shade of pink. His cock twitched. He loved her feisty. “Now, are you going to go to bed quietly, or do you need me to help you?”He didn’t expect acquiescence of any kind from her. She’d been running on adrenaline for almost two planet rotations, which he knew from personal experience made it impossible to settle down, much less sleep. Her lip curled as she regarded him with a mixture of shock and disbelief. Even so, a blush crept up her neck. She opened her mouth, then closed it again. He suspected she wanted to ask how he intended to help her, but had thought better of it. She moved for the door, but he stepped to block her path. “You have until the count of three to get yourself in that bed. One...two...three.”Lara hadn’t moved. She gaped at him.One corner of his mouth turned up as he reached for her waist and lifted her into the air. “I kind of figured things would go this way.”“Wait.” She kicked her legs and gripped his wrists. “Put me down.”He plopped down on the cot and angled her over his knees with her torso resting on the narrow bed. Someone must have provided her with a change of clothes, because the leggings were different, and when he peeled them down, the scrap of fabric she’d worn as panties had been replaced with a lacey purple pair. He smiled at the sight and pulled them down, as well, caging Lara’s flailing hand when she reached back to catch them. He clapped his palm down on one cheek hard, then rubbed away the sting. He repeated the action on the other side. “This isn’t punishment, doctor. It’s tension release. You’re too wound up to sleep.” He smacked her again.“Damn straight I’m too—” He picked up both the speed and intensity of the slaps, which made her gasp and choke on her words. “The sooner you relax into this, the sooner it will be over.” “You can’t just march into my clinic, throw me over your shoulder and—ow! God, that hurts! Stop it!”She twisted to the side enough to free her other hand, which came flying back to cover herself. He grabbed it and pinned it to her other wrist against her lower back.“Naughty, naughty, doctor. You are hardly cooperating.”
About Renee Rose#1 BEST SELLING AUTHOR IN PARANORMAL EROTICA! Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes romance novels centered around her favorite kink: spanking. She has won Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical Romance, is often found on the list of Amazon's Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.
Social Media Links:NewsletterBlogTwitterFacebookGoodreads (Renee Rose) (Darling Adams on Goodreads)PinterestAmazonInstagram
Renee: Thank you so much for having me today to talk about my first sci-fi, The Hand of Vengeance. The book gets its name from the hero, Blade Vengeance. The rebels use code phrases when using their communications units and his identifier is: The hand of vengeance strikes. Obviously, I love the double entendre of having that in a spanking romance! :)
In The Hand of Vengeance, The heroine is a doctor on a humanitarian mission from Earth. When she’s kidnapped by the rebels to perform a difficult surgery, their airship is shot down and she’s stranded in a canyon with Blade. She doesn’t know anything about living in the wild, so she’s forced to rely on the intimidating warrior for survival.
Blurb: On a humanitarian mission to the war-torn planet Jesel, Dr. Lara Simmons is used to dealing with lack of supplies, power outages and the constant earthquakes that afflict the planet. But when she's captured by the rebels who need her to perform a life-saving surgery, she finds herself in a situation her medical training didn't prepare her for.
When the airship is blown out of the sky, she ends up in the Jeselian wilderness with no one to rely on but Blade Vengeance, an enormous tattooed rebel warrior. Dominant and unyielding, he doesn't hesitate to take her in hand when she disobeys the rules he lays out for her. Yet she soon learns he also knows how to deliver pleasure--with a passion she's never before experienced.
Blade finds the doctor from Earth sexy as hell, especially when she's giving him attitude, but once he delivers her to headquarters, he tries to pull back from her allure. Known for single-handedly starting the revolution and freeing many of his people, his life is one of hardship, slavery and war. Going soft on a woman isn't part of his plan, especially with the final strike of the revolution so close. But when he sends Lara back to Earth to keep her safe during the upcoming battle, he inadvertently delivers her into enemy hands. Can he find and save her from the revolution he caused?Publishers Note: This story contains spanking and explicit sex scenes, including anal penetration. If such subject matter offends, do not buy this book.
BUY IT ON AMAZON HERE OR ON BARNES & NOBLE HERE
Hot excerpt: “What the—?” Lara pounded her little fists on his back and kicked her legs. “Let me down, you big oaf!”Somehow, Dog understood his feelings for the doctor, because despite the fact that she fought him, the canine trotted behind licking her face. She spluttered. He ignored her antics, striding inside the main building, where he knew they’d given her one of the few, coveted indoor bedrooms. He swung open the door and carried her inside, dropping her to her feet. “Out.” He looked at Dog and pointed at the door. Dog gave him a forlorn look, but dutifully trotted out. “Stay.” He snapped and pointed to the floor outside the door. Dog lay down. “Good boy.” He went back in and shut the door behind them.Lara stood glaring with her hands on her hips, her face flushed an enchanting shade of pink. His cock twitched. He loved her feisty. “Now, are you going to go to bed quietly, or do you need me to help you?”He didn’t expect acquiescence of any kind from her. She’d been running on adrenaline for almost two planet rotations, which he knew from personal experience made it impossible to settle down, much less sleep. Her lip curled as she regarded him with a mixture of shock and disbelief. Even so, a blush crept up her neck. She opened her mouth, then closed it again. He suspected she wanted to ask how he intended to help her, but had thought better of it. She moved for the door, but he stepped to block her path. “You have until the count of three to get yourself in that bed. One...two...three.”Lara hadn’t moved. She gaped at him.One corner of his mouth turned up as he reached for her waist and lifted her into the air. “I kind of figured things would go this way.”“Wait.” She kicked her legs and gripped his wrists. “Put me down.”He plopped down on the cot and angled her over his knees with her torso resting on the narrow bed. Someone must have provided her with a change of clothes, because the leggings were different, and when he peeled them down, the scrap of fabric she’d worn as panties had been replaced with a lacey purple pair. He smiled at the sight and pulled them down, as well, caging Lara’s flailing hand when she reached back to catch them. He clapped his palm down on one cheek hard, then rubbed away the sting. He repeated the action on the other side. “This isn’t punishment, doctor. It’s tension release. You’re too wound up to sleep.” He smacked her again.“Damn straight I’m too—” He picked up both the speed and intensity of the slaps, which made her gasp and choke on her words. “The sooner you relax into this, the sooner it will be over.” “You can’t just march into my clinic, throw me over your shoulder and—ow! God, that hurts! Stop it!”She twisted to the side enough to free her other hand, which came flying back to cover herself. He grabbed it and pinned it to her other wrist against her lower back.“Naughty, naughty, doctor. You are hardly cooperating.”
About Renee Rose#1 BEST SELLING AUTHOR IN PARANORMAL EROTICA! Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes romance novels centered around her favorite kink: spanking. She has won Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical Romance, is often found on the list of Amazon's Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.
Social Media Links:NewsletterBlogTwitterFacebookGoodreads (Renee Rose) (Darling Adams on Goodreads)PinterestAmazonInstagram
October 12, 2015
The Amber Voyeur - Gem Apocalypse Book Two - by Ravyn Rayne
Welcome back to my blog Ravyn Rayne, this time with book 2 of the Gem Apocalypse series: The Amber Voyeur! Book one of this series can be found right here on my blog or Amazon | Blushing Books | Barnes & Noble
Where did you get the idea for writing The Amber Voyeur?Ravyn: I knew how I wanted the second book to start and how I wanted to end The Emerald Virgin. I wanted to write something a little more erotica and sensual for a series. From there, I dove right in and wrote it within a few days. The idea just sorta hit me.Why, where and how did you come up with naming the series Gem Apocalypse?Ravyn: Eye color is a central part of the series. I also wanted it to be made pretty obvious that the genre is also dystopian.
No longer safe in Brayleigh, Aria and James travel by ship to find refuge and discover what’s left of the world.Dangerous seas and pirates lurking are only the start of their troubles. Forced off the boat with nothing but the clothes on their back, the crew and passengers make it to a nearby island, only to be abducted by the Knight Tribe, a clan of romantic warriors with a voyeuristic culture and a taste for nightly entertainment.Get swept away in this dystopian erotic adventure, brimming with romance, spankings, and betrayal.
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The hum of the engine died, and Aria heard the scream of unfamiliar words in a language she didn't recognize. Shots were fired in every direction forcing her to duck, throwing herself onto the floor of the ship.James lay right beside her, covering Aria with his body, shielding her from danger. She didn't have the courage to ask what happened.The warmth and security Aria felt from James vanished. A man covered in tattoos, his arms a canvas of ink, grabbed James by the arm and dragged him across the room. The second man accompanying him lifted Aria from the floor and escorted her up the stairwell. James walked just a few feet in front. The man dropped his hold on her as the passageway narrowed. A gun pressed into her back, a constant reminder of danger. Aria couldn't fight without risking her life. She hoped these men would steal what goods they came for and then leave.Forced outside, the lifeboats were just a few feet away.The sun began to set, and the sky twinkled like a sapphire without a cloud in the heavens.Even at dusk, beads of sweat trickled against Aria's forehead. Her black shirt stuck to her back, the cargo pants she wore were too hot for this climate. She didn't dare ask where they were; she didn't believe anyone would answer.They were forced against the wall. Would the lifeboats even float anymore? The old luxury cruise liner's paint faded from years of sun exposure. What would it have been like fifty years ago, before the devastation and destruction that their parents created, taking a luxury cruise? She would never know. The Gem Apocalypse had resulted in a war with only survivors, no heroes."Move!" the man behind Aria said. His gun dug further into her back, and she pushed forward on James's heels. "Down!"They got down onto the ground with the other crew and passengers. Six men towered over them with guns. Aria was unfamiliar with the weapons, as they were larger than the ones the guards carried at the palace."We'll be okay," James said as he sat beside Aria, reaching for her hand.Aria wanted to ask him how he could know that without a doubt. Hope shrank like a beacon of light fading in the distance. These men were thieves. She could smell the treachery and greed from where she sat. How did they end up here?
About the AuthorRavyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation, wherever it might be.
Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally.
Although BURNING DESIRE is her debut romantic erotica novel, it is not her first published book. She has been published professionally since 2013. You can find her other books here.
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Where did you get the idea for writing The Amber Voyeur?Ravyn: I knew how I wanted the second book to start and how I wanted to end The Emerald Virgin. I wanted to write something a little more erotica and sensual for a series. From there, I dove right in and wrote it within a few days. The idea just sorta hit me.Why, where and how did you come up with naming the series Gem Apocalypse?Ravyn: Eye color is a central part of the series. I also wanted it to be made pretty obvious that the genre is also dystopian.
No longer safe in Brayleigh, Aria and James travel by ship to find refuge and discover what’s left of the world.Dangerous seas and pirates lurking are only the start of their troubles. Forced off the boat with nothing but the clothes on their back, the crew and passengers make it to a nearby island, only to be abducted by the Knight Tribe, a clan of romantic warriors with a voyeuristic culture and a taste for nightly entertainment.Get swept away in this dystopian erotic adventure, brimming with romance, spankings, and betrayal.
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The hum of the engine died, and Aria heard the scream of unfamiliar words in a language she didn't recognize. Shots were fired in every direction forcing her to duck, throwing herself onto the floor of the ship.James lay right beside her, covering Aria with his body, shielding her from danger. She didn't have the courage to ask what happened.The warmth and security Aria felt from James vanished. A man covered in tattoos, his arms a canvas of ink, grabbed James by the arm and dragged him across the room. The second man accompanying him lifted Aria from the floor and escorted her up the stairwell. James walked just a few feet in front. The man dropped his hold on her as the passageway narrowed. A gun pressed into her back, a constant reminder of danger. Aria couldn't fight without risking her life. She hoped these men would steal what goods they came for and then leave.Forced outside, the lifeboats were just a few feet away.The sun began to set, and the sky twinkled like a sapphire without a cloud in the heavens.Even at dusk, beads of sweat trickled against Aria's forehead. Her black shirt stuck to her back, the cargo pants she wore were too hot for this climate. She didn't dare ask where they were; she didn't believe anyone would answer.They were forced against the wall. Would the lifeboats even float anymore? The old luxury cruise liner's paint faded from years of sun exposure. What would it have been like fifty years ago, before the devastation and destruction that their parents created, taking a luxury cruise? She would never know. The Gem Apocalypse had resulted in a war with only survivors, no heroes."Move!" the man behind Aria said. His gun dug further into her back, and she pushed forward on James's heels. "Down!"They got down onto the ground with the other crew and passengers. Six men towered over them with guns. Aria was unfamiliar with the weapons, as they were larger than the ones the guards carried at the palace."We'll be okay," James said as he sat beside Aria, reaching for her hand.Aria wanted to ask him how he could know that without a doubt. Hope shrank like a beacon of light fading in the distance. These men were thieves. She could smell the treachery and greed from where she sat. How did they end up here?
About the AuthorRavyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation, wherever it might be.
Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally.
Although BURNING DESIRE is her debut romantic erotica novel, it is not her first published book. She has been published professionally since 2013. You can find her other books here.
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