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August 24, 2015
Welcome to Maggie Ryan with Everlasting Hope from the Corbins Bend Series!!
Thanks so much for visiting, Maggie! Before we have a look at Everlasting Hope, I have a couple of questions for you :)
How much of your books are realistic?
This is hard to answer. Some of them contain a great deal of my real-life experiences and memories. My historical ones are the least realistic I suppose but I do try to research actual events, dates, clothing, and items mentioned in the books. For the rest of it, I rely on my imagination
Can you please tell us one of your favorite things about someone in your family? I can just see my kids reading this and all tapping their foot waiting to ask why I didn't choose them. So, being an experienced mom, I'm going with my husband. He is one of the most open minded men I've ever met. He can sit and talk to virtual strangers for hours and, best of all, he allows me to be me. He will sit and listen to me read a new plot line or story idea. He has absolutely no problem telling me – uh, maybe you need to rethink that as we as state – sounds great – start writing. He is my best friend
Everlasting Hope is from Corbins Bend Series 3. Here is the blurb:Everleigh has waited for weeks for her fiancé's return. Rob had been overseas for six weeks and his absence was almost more than Ever could take. Even knowing that he was going to take her over his knee for ignoring his instructions didn't dampen her desire to have him home. After a few weeks of constant togetherness, Rob sees a change in the woman he loves. As their wedding draws closer, his sweet Ever was threatening to turn into one of those horrid Bridezillas. He decides she needs a different project, one that captured her artistic spirit. Ever is all for following this order but finds her original plans change when she learns of a project that will allow her to honor the men and women who serve their country. The residents pull together to help these injured soldiers. Tory's husband, John, needs more than his wife's love and as a fellow resident of this special community, Rob takes on a project of his own. Ever finds that art takes many forms and hope is everlasting as long as there are people in the world that reach out to help their fellow man.
Buy Everlasting Hope here:
Blushing Books
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Excerpt: Ever took a deep breath and studied herself in the mirror. She had to admit, everything had been worth it. The embarrassment of being waxed by strangers and even the guy’s teasing at the tattoo shop were memories she could push to the back of her mind. The temporary tattoo had been relatively easy to apply and she could only hope that Rob’s reaction would be one of favor. The new lingerie was gorgeous, her large breasts barely contained in the lacy cups of her bra. The black lace panties were to die for – they barely covered the cheeks of her ass, a large lace bow fanning across her globes. Realizing that she could see through the open lace to see her bare mons, had Ever blushing hotly. You had to admit – smooth bare skin was a great deal more attractive than curly hair poking through the delicate lace. She’d have to be very careful not to bend over or to get so aroused that she was dripping – the tiny gusset in these panties wouldn’t be able to contain much!She had chosen her sexiest little black dress. It fit her like a glove, the scooped neckline concealing but enhancing the round globes of her breasts. Black stockings that clung to the tops of her thighs without the aid of garters felt silky against her skin. As she slipped her feet into the new red heels, she giggled. Talk about being over-dressed. No one in their right mind went to the airport dressed like this. But, it was for Rob. Her heart started pounding as she thought she’d be in his arms in just another hour or so. Closing her eyes, she fought against the tears that threatened to spill. It had been so long, far too long and no matter if he turned her ass the vermilion Violet had envisioned, she no longer cared. All she wanted was to feel his arms around her. Checking her face one last time, she stuffed her old clothes into the shopping bags and smiled. All she wanted was to have the man she loved home at last.
Maggie Ryan's Bio:
I have been writing stories as long as I can remember. I am an author with Blushing Books. I enjoy writing both contemporary erotica as well as historical books set in ages past. I love developing characters that are able to tell their own stories. My heroines are multi-faceted women who are strong, intelligent and capable in their own right but find a deep need to share their lives with those strong, sexy and dominant alpha males that capture their hearts. My heros recognize the gift of submission for the gift it is, loving and protecting the women that offer that gift. I enjoy sweet, romantic stories with just a taste of domestic discipline as well as one that explore the harsher D/S lifestyle. I also enjoy writing age-play stories set both in Victorian era where women didn't have a great deal of power in their lives as well as in today's present time where women still find their happiness is greatly enhanced in offering the gift of submission. My hope is that you settle back in your favorite chair and allow my books to entertain you and let you escape into another world.
Please feel free to contact me at: maggie.ryan.writes@gmail.com as I'd love to hear from you.
I'd appreciate it if you'd leave a review on Amazon as well as reviews not only help inform other potential readers about books that you have enjoyed, they serve to help me strive to become a better writer. I so appreciate every reader and wish you Happy Reading!
Visit Maggie’s Website:http://maggieryanauthor.blogspot.com/
Check Maggie out on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Maggie-Ryan/e/B...
How much of your books are realistic?
This is hard to answer. Some of them contain a great deal of my real-life experiences and memories. My historical ones are the least realistic I suppose but I do try to research actual events, dates, clothing, and items mentioned in the books. For the rest of it, I rely on my imagination
Can you please tell us one of your favorite things about someone in your family? I can just see my kids reading this and all tapping their foot waiting to ask why I didn't choose them. So, being an experienced mom, I'm going with my husband. He is one of the most open minded men I've ever met. He can sit and talk to virtual strangers for hours and, best of all, he allows me to be me. He will sit and listen to me read a new plot line or story idea. He has absolutely no problem telling me – uh, maybe you need to rethink that as we as state – sounds great – start writing. He is my best friend
Everlasting Hope is from Corbins Bend Series 3. Here is the blurb:Everleigh has waited for weeks for her fiancé's return. Rob had been overseas for six weeks and his absence was almost more than Ever could take. Even knowing that he was going to take her over his knee for ignoring his instructions didn't dampen her desire to have him home. After a few weeks of constant togetherness, Rob sees a change in the woman he loves. As their wedding draws closer, his sweet Ever was threatening to turn into one of those horrid Bridezillas. He decides she needs a different project, one that captured her artistic spirit. Ever is all for following this order but finds her original plans change when she learns of a project that will allow her to honor the men and women who serve their country. The residents pull together to help these injured soldiers. Tory's husband, John, needs more than his wife's love and as a fellow resident of this special community, Rob takes on a project of his own. Ever finds that art takes many forms and hope is everlasting as long as there are people in the world that reach out to help their fellow man.
Buy Everlasting Hope here:
Blushing Books
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Excerpt: Ever took a deep breath and studied herself in the mirror. She had to admit, everything had been worth it. The embarrassment of being waxed by strangers and even the guy’s teasing at the tattoo shop were memories she could push to the back of her mind. The temporary tattoo had been relatively easy to apply and she could only hope that Rob’s reaction would be one of favor. The new lingerie was gorgeous, her large breasts barely contained in the lacy cups of her bra. The black lace panties were to die for – they barely covered the cheeks of her ass, a large lace bow fanning across her globes. Realizing that she could see through the open lace to see her bare mons, had Ever blushing hotly. You had to admit – smooth bare skin was a great deal more attractive than curly hair poking through the delicate lace. She’d have to be very careful not to bend over or to get so aroused that she was dripping – the tiny gusset in these panties wouldn’t be able to contain much!She had chosen her sexiest little black dress. It fit her like a glove, the scooped neckline concealing but enhancing the round globes of her breasts. Black stockings that clung to the tops of her thighs without the aid of garters felt silky against her skin. As she slipped her feet into the new red heels, she giggled. Talk about being over-dressed. No one in their right mind went to the airport dressed like this. But, it was for Rob. Her heart started pounding as she thought she’d be in his arms in just another hour or so. Closing her eyes, she fought against the tears that threatened to spill. It had been so long, far too long and no matter if he turned her ass the vermilion Violet had envisioned, she no longer cared. All she wanted was to feel his arms around her. Checking her face one last time, she stuffed her old clothes into the shopping bags and smiled. All she wanted was to have the man she loved home at last.
Maggie Ryan's Bio:
I have been writing stories as long as I can remember. I am an author with Blushing Books. I enjoy writing both contemporary erotica as well as historical books set in ages past. I love developing characters that are able to tell their own stories. My heroines are multi-faceted women who are strong, intelligent and capable in their own right but find a deep need to share their lives with those strong, sexy and dominant alpha males that capture their hearts. My heros recognize the gift of submission for the gift it is, loving and protecting the women that offer that gift. I enjoy sweet, romantic stories with just a taste of domestic discipline as well as one that explore the harsher D/S lifestyle. I also enjoy writing age-play stories set both in Victorian era where women didn't have a great deal of power in their lives as well as in today's present time where women still find their happiness is greatly enhanced in offering the gift of submission. My hope is that you settle back in your favorite chair and allow my books to entertain you and let you escape into another world.
Please feel free to contact me at: maggie.ryan.writes@gmail.com as I'd love to hear from you.
I'd appreciate it if you'd leave a review on Amazon as well as reviews not only help inform other potential readers about books that you have enjoyed, they serve to help me strive to become a better writer. I so appreciate every reader and wish you Happy Reading!
Visit Maggie’s Website:http://maggieryanauthor.blogspot.com/
Check Maggie out on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Maggie-Ryan/e/B...
August 22, 2015
#6BestHop - My Western is coming soon!!
Thanks Kathryn for starting up this blog hop, it looks like such fun! This is my first week participating in this hop and I have some exciting news - my western is (hopefully) due for release next weekend!! Yay!!!!
Here are the first 6 paragraphs of my upcoming book:
“Noooooo!” The agonised cry echoed all across the frontier plains and Johnny’s heart broke for the girl. He watched as Jessica, hitching up her skirts, ran as fast as she could towards the smouldering remains of the wagon train and crumpled in a desperate heap in the dust next to the bloodied body of her mother. She kept screaming, a heart-broken, forlorn keening wail that went on and on as she scrabbled across the ground first to her little brother then her father. All were dead. Johnny had stumbled across the wagon train only a fortnight ago and had his eye on Jessica since the first moment he saw her – she was truly beautiful, with a mass of dark red curls, a few wild tendrils always escaping the pins holding it up, to frame her delicate face. Her slim, yet curvaceous figure was accentuated by the height-of-fashion gowns she wore on the trail; despite the fact that plain pinafores would have been more practical, and were what the other women all seemed to prefer, Jessica always took pains to keep up her appearance. He’d thought of her as ‘his girl’ since first laying eyes on her, even though they’d barely spoken, beyond introductions and a few short, polite conversations here and there. She clearly thought herself above a dusty cowboy such as him, but that didn’t matter; she would be a challenge, and he liked challenges. He wondered about her though - she was clearly so unhappy on the trail - what she had left behind? Why had she come out here, to the frontier, if she was so against it? And she was against it, that much was clear. Her general demeanour during their journey had indicated that, and the argument he’d overheard earlier that day had confirmed it. As they’d circled the wagons and stopped for the midday meal, Johnny had edged closer to the Walsh’s wagon, hoping for the opportunity to talk to Jessica. But he hadn’t been able to – Jessica had complained to her mother of not feeling well; sick, sore and exhausted, and she’d gone to rest in the wagon. Her father had followed her in, and he’d overheard him accusing her of idleness, of shaming him before the other men, the only woman who wasn’t out there working. Did she think she was the only tired one? The only sick one? The only sore one? She wasn’t – they all were – yet they all kept working. “Now you get out there and get to work, before I take a strap to you!” he’d ordered gruffly. “Do you think I wanted to come out here? I didn’t! I wanted to stay in Boston, where I was happy!” she’d yelled back, before she stormed out of the wagon angrily, stomping away from camp.
“We couldn’t stay there, you know that!” her father had yelled, but she had ignored him, scurrying away from camp at as fast a walk as she could manage. It would have been the perfect opportunity for him to go off after her, but then the wagon master had asked him if he would be willing to hunt for fresh meat – there were families to feed, and their fresh meat had run out. So he’d gone. As soon as he’d heard the shooting he’d turned his horse and galloped back, without any meat, but he’d gotten back too late to do anything. The Indians were driving the horses away triumphantly as he crested the hill above the trail, the wagons were all ablaze and bloodied bodies were littered all around. There was nothing he could do.
Don't forget to check out the other participants in "Six of the Best" this week!
August 20, 2015
Welcome to Bella Bryce with Unfailing Love!
Bella is a 28-year-old English writer of clean adult niche market smacky bottoms fiction published exclusively with Blushing Books. To learn more visit her website: www.authorbellabryce.com The series on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Bella-Bryce/e/B00FDGG8TS/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1435114252&sr=8-1Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorbellabryce?ref=hlTwitter: @bella_bryce
Blurb: Love is a decision. It isn’t a fleeting emotion, and it stands firm when everything else is shaken. Brayden James has learned through raising his adopted daughter, Alice, that discipline is only part of what is required to establish stability. When a devastating incident causes Alice to see the reality of her prior circumstances, she is affirmed once again in her life at Waldorf. Brayden’s healing love is exactly what she needs, and his blossoming relationship with Anabelle Grayson mirrors that in its purest form. Brayden and Ana are now exploring the facets of their courtship between the deeply desired accountability system of domestic discipline and some rather amusing scenarios. The fifth book in the series turns particular attention to Waldorf and where it all began, giving the reader a close-up look at the man who thought he lost everything he loved when his parents died. With glimpses at the supporting cast of the series, we learn how the boundaries of marriage are built when love is at the heart of relationships. What began as Alice’s story of forgiveness and healing has turned an entire social circle to focus on their need for unmovable, sacrificial and unfailing love.
And a lovely spanky excerpt: “Brayden!” She whispered unbelievingly as she trotted behind him out of the study and down the grand staircase. “What on earth!?” “Shhhh. Your parents will hear,” he played along in a business-like voice. They crossed the foyer and descended the front stairs of Waldorf and went along the gravel, causing Ana’s other hand to cover her mouth with delight. They hurried to the quad-door brick garage on the far side of the circular drive. Brayden stopped near the entry and typed in a code, which released the small door. The four garage doors could only be accessed from the inside, which housed the four cars belonging to Brayden. The first in line was Brayden’s late father’s 1967 Ferrari. The next along was his late mother’s 955 Mercedes-Benz 300SL Gullwing, then Brayden’s custom built, top of the line Jaguar XJR, and finally the Rolls Royce. The door on the far end of the garage was the one that opened and closed the most because Jude cleaned, polished or drove the Rolls Royce every day. Brayden didn’t really touch the other cars anymore. He hadn’t touched the custom made Jaguar his parents gave him for his 25th birthday. Not since they died on his 26th, anyway. “Are we allowed in here?” Anabelle was practically whispering as Brayden held her hand securely. He led her between the bonnets of the cars and the brick wall to their right. “Of course we are. I’m master of the house,” he laughed, lightly. “Back into character, young lady.” When they reached the third car, Brayden pulled Ana between himself and the Jaguar.“Well, if it’s my house, then why are we sneaking out to your car?”“So your parents don’t hear you cry when I smack your bottom.” His face was serious as he looked into her eyes. They could have an entire conversation just by staring at one another, but this wasn’t the time. Ana wanted role-play and role-play she was going to get. He abandoned her momentarily and performed a numerical code on the door to unlock the Jaguar. He thought about driving out of the gates and down the lane to the Dead End to deliver the promised punishment, but if Alice knew they left the property she would have been upset. It wasn’t the kind of thing a responsible father did, so he settled for opening the back door and planted himself in the middle of the leather seats. “Anabelle.” She followed his voice effortlessly and left the passenger door open as she put both hands on the edge of the leather seat and bent down to look in at him. “This isn’t my car,” she teased. “It will be once I’ve smacked you in it.” He reached for one of her hands. “I called your name once. Come here.” He pulled her into the car and across his lap. “Are you serious? Here?” Anabelle’s character briefly cracked. “I’m serious about you studying for your exams,” he replied, ignoring the fear she had about being smacked across his lap in the garage. “Cheating is despicable.” He pulled up her dress and rested his hand on her black tights and satin knicker-covered bottom.She looked over her shoulder. “I didn’t really cheat.” “You did. We may be the same age but I hoped we would go to University together. You won’t be getting into any school if you’re caught doing things like that on exams.” Brayden pulled down her tights. “I don’t think you want your parents to know about your little escapade this afternoon so I suggest you take discipline from me like a good girl.”She was loving the imaginary idea of them being seniors at the same school on the cusp of adulthood, and that Brayden was about to discipline her for cheating on an exam in their Maths lesson. For a quickly fabricated bit of role-play, Anabelle was completely invested.He pulled her knickers down to the backs of her legs. “What is one plus one?” Anabelle swallowed. “Two, Sir.”Smack, smack. “Correct.” Brayden’s hand lifted again. “What is two plus three?”“Five, Sir.”Brayden laid the results of the answer on her backside. “Good girl. So far, I see no reason for you to have cheated.” “It was a lot more difficult on the exam! Those are infant school Mathematics problems,” Anabelle accused over her shoulder. “Very well.” He pulled his hand back and gave her two more hard smacks. “Owww,” she whimpered with a bit of a chuckle. “What is four squared?”Anabelle groaned. “A lot more smacks than I’d like to take.”Smack. “A five year old could answer that.”“Then perhaps you should go ask one.”“Oh dear. You won’t be able to sit down at school tomorrow.” He pulled his hand back and laid three in a row on her exposed skin. After a pause, he laid another. “Four squared.”“Sixteen.”“Sir,” Brayden reminded her. “Sorry. Four squared is Sir.” Anabelle couldn’t help but giggle.“Don’t be cheeky.” This time he gave three smacks to the backs of each thigh. Anabelle jumped at the first one and squirmed for the rest. She gasped at how sensitive the flesh was on the backs of her legs. “That’s not fair!”“It is fair. Maybe if your father had taught you how to behave properly, you wouldn’t be in the back of your boyfriend’s car getting a smacked bottom for cheating on your Maths exam.” He clicked his tongue. “I can think of something far more interesting to do in the back of my boyfriend’s car,” she muttered. “Is that so?” He laid another five on the back of her thighs which caused Ana to whine and whimper. She was also stifled by chuckles at how amusing their little session had become. “That was your warm up.” Brayden moved his hand to her bottom and began a steady stream of consistent whacks, which were swallowed by the vault-like interior of the car. Even with one of the back doors open the echo was halted before it had a chance to bounce off the brick walls of the garage. After countless smacks, he paused. “Perhaps I should have done this up in your bedroom where your parents could hear. They might thank me for it.”“That’s not funny, Brayden,” her pretend teenager attitude retorted.He started smacking her again. “I’m not laughing.” His hand painted her pink bottom a shade darker. “Oww,” she whimpered. “It actually really hurts.”“That’s enough chatting.” He quickened his tempo so it was a full-on, proper bit of discipline. Anabelle found herself wincing out of necessity as she was being whacked, but it didn’t really hurt. Adrenaline had been released from the first moment Brayden took her by the hand and down the stairs outside the manor as if they were running away together, and it only heightened when he pulled her across his lap in the back of his luxury car. Jude could have caught them at any moment if he was outside, and just the idea of him walking in on her being spanked was far more concerning than the actually throbbing of her backside.“If only I could have done this to you today at school the moment I caught you looking at what’s her name’s exam,” he slowed the smacks down so that they were one every three seconds. “Right in the middle of the classroom for everyone one to see.” Even the very hypothetical situation made Anabelle blush.“No, Sir,” she replied, gingerly. Brayden stopped after her bottom was an astounding shade of red. “That’s right.”Her heart was racing and she wondered if her request for Brayden to humour her was a good idea. She was positive he just guaranteed a very restless night for her, and not only because her bottom would sting. She would be thinking about him with unashamed, utter distraction. Brayden pulled her knickers up, followed by her tights, then pulled her dress down slowly, ensuring he took his time to arrange the pleats neatly across her bottom and thighs. “Up you get.” He gave her another smack. Anabelle’s very red face was pointed downward as she backed herself out of the car. He closed the door and walked to the front passenger door on the left, then leant in and retrieved something from inside the glove box. “Hold out your hand, young lady.” She did as he asked, having enjoyed every moment of that little episode. What more could he give her? “As promised, something your father will never give you.” He placed the keys of his Jaguar XJR into her open palm.
Buy Unfailing Love here:
Blushing Books Amazon Barnes & Noble
Blurb: Love is a decision. It isn’t a fleeting emotion, and it stands firm when everything else is shaken. Brayden James has learned through raising his adopted daughter, Alice, that discipline is only part of what is required to establish stability. When a devastating incident causes Alice to see the reality of her prior circumstances, she is affirmed once again in her life at Waldorf. Brayden’s healing love is exactly what she needs, and his blossoming relationship with Anabelle Grayson mirrors that in its purest form. Brayden and Ana are now exploring the facets of their courtship between the deeply desired accountability system of domestic discipline and some rather amusing scenarios. The fifth book in the series turns particular attention to Waldorf and where it all began, giving the reader a close-up look at the man who thought he lost everything he loved when his parents died. With glimpses at the supporting cast of the series, we learn how the boundaries of marriage are built when love is at the heart of relationships. What began as Alice’s story of forgiveness and healing has turned an entire social circle to focus on their need for unmovable, sacrificial and unfailing love.
And a lovely spanky excerpt: “Brayden!” She whispered unbelievingly as she trotted behind him out of the study and down the grand staircase. “What on earth!?” “Shhhh. Your parents will hear,” he played along in a business-like voice. They crossed the foyer and descended the front stairs of Waldorf and went along the gravel, causing Ana’s other hand to cover her mouth with delight. They hurried to the quad-door brick garage on the far side of the circular drive. Brayden stopped near the entry and typed in a code, which released the small door. The four garage doors could only be accessed from the inside, which housed the four cars belonging to Brayden. The first in line was Brayden’s late father’s 1967 Ferrari. The next along was his late mother’s 955 Mercedes-Benz 300SL Gullwing, then Brayden’s custom built, top of the line Jaguar XJR, and finally the Rolls Royce. The door on the far end of the garage was the one that opened and closed the most because Jude cleaned, polished or drove the Rolls Royce every day. Brayden didn’t really touch the other cars anymore. He hadn’t touched the custom made Jaguar his parents gave him for his 25th birthday. Not since they died on his 26th, anyway. “Are we allowed in here?” Anabelle was practically whispering as Brayden held her hand securely. He led her between the bonnets of the cars and the brick wall to their right. “Of course we are. I’m master of the house,” he laughed, lightly. “Back into character, young lady.” When they reached the third car, Brayden pulled Ana between himself and the Jaguar.“Well, if it’s my house, then why are we sneaking out to your car?”“So your parents don’t hear you cry when I smack your bottom.” His face was serious as he looked into her eyes. They could have an entire conversation just by staring at one another, but this wasn’t the time. Ana wanted role-play and role-play she was going to get. He abandoned her momentarily and performed a numerical code on the door to unlock the Jaguar. He thought about driving out of the gates and down the lane to the Dead End to deliver the promised punishment, but if Alice knew they left the property she would have been upset. It wasn’t the kind of thing a responsible father did, so he settled for opening the back door and planted himself in the middle of the leather seats. “Anabelle.” She followed his voice effortlessly and left the passenger door open as she put both hands on the edge of the leather seat and bent down to look in at him. “This isn’t my car,” she teased. “It will be once I’ve smacked you in it.” He reached for one of her hands. “I called your name once. Come here.” He pulled her into the car and across his lap. “Are you serious? Here?” Anabelle’s character briefly cracked. “I’m serious about you studying for your exams,” he replied, ignoring the fear she had about being smacked across his lap in the garage. “Cheating is despicable.” He pulled up her dress and rested his hand on her black tights and satin knicker-covered bottom.She looked over her shoulder. “I didn’t really cheat.” “You did. We may be the same age but I hoped we would go to University together. You won’t be getting into any school if you’re caught doing things like that on exams.” Brayden pulled down her tights. “I don’t think you want your parents to know about your little escapade this afternoon so I suggest you take discipline from me like a good girl.”She was loving the imaginary idea of them being seniors at the same school on the cusp of adulthood, and that Brayden was about to discipline her for cheating on an exam in their Maths lesson. For a quickly fabricated bit of role-play, Anabelle was completely invested.He pulled her knickers down to the backs of her legs. “What is one plus one?” Anabelle swallowed. “Two, Sir.”Smack, smack. “Correct.” Brayden’s hand lifted again. “What is two plus three?”“Five, Sir.”Brayden laid the results of the answer on her backside. “Good girl. So far, I see no reason for you to have cheated.” “It was a lot more difficult on the exam! Those are infant school Mathematics problems,” Anabelle accused over her shoulder. “Very well.” He pulled his hand back and gave her two more hard smacks. “Owww,” she whimpered with a bit of a chuckle. “What is four squared?”Anabelle groaned. “A lot more smacks than I’d like to take.”Smack. “A five year old could answer that.”“Then perhaps you should go ask one.”“Oh dear. You won’t be able to sit down at school tomorrow.” He pulled his hand back and laid three in a row on her exposed skin. After a pause, he laid another. “Four squared.”“Sixteen.”“Sir,” Brayden reminded her. “Sorry. Four squared is Sir.” Anabelle couldn’t help but giggle.“Don’t be cheeky.” This time he gave three smacks to the backs of each thigh. Anabelle jumped at the first one and squirmed for the rest. She gasped at how sensitive the flesh was on the backs of her legs. “That’s not fair!”“It is fair. Maybe if your father had taught you how to behave properly, you wouldn’t be in the back of your boyfriend’s car getting a smacked bottom for cheating on your Maths exam.” He clicked his tongue. “I can think of something far more interesting to do in the back of my boyfriend’s car,” she muttered. “Is that so?” He laid another five on the back of her thighs which caused Ana to whine and whimper. She was also stifled by chuckles at how amusing their little session had become. “That was your warm up.” Brayden moved his hand to her bottom and began a steady stream of consistent whacks, which were swallowed by the vault-like interior of the car. Even with one of the back doors open the echo was halted before it had a chance to bounce off the brick walls of the garage. After countless smacks, he paused. “Perhaps I should have done this up in your bedroom where your parents could hear. They might thank me for it.”“That’s not funny, Brayden,” her pretend teenager attitude retorted.He started smacking her again. “I’m not laughing.” His hand painted her pink bottom a shade darker. “Oww,” she whimpered. “It actually really hurts.”“That’s enough chatting.” He quickened his tempo so it was a full-on, proper bit of discipline. Anabelle found herself wincing out of necessity as she was being whacked, but it didn’t really hurt. Adrenaline had been released from the first moment Brayden took her by the hand and down the stairs outside the manor as if they were running away together, and it only heightened when he pulled her across his lap in the back of his luxury car. Jude could have caught them at any moment if he was outside, and just the idea of him walking in on her being spanked was far more concerning than the actually throbbing of her backside.“If only I could have done this to you today at school the moment I caught you looking at what’s her name’s exam,” he slowed the smacks down so that they were one every three seconds. “Right in the middle of the classroom for everyone one to see.” Even the very hypothetical situation made Anabelle blush.“No, Sir,” she replied, gingerly. Brayden stopped after her bottom was an astounding shade of red. “That’s right.”Her heart was racing and she wondered if her request for Brayden to humour her was a good idea. She was positive he just guaranteed a very restless night for her, and not only because her bottom would sting. She would be thinking about him with unashamed, utter distraction. Brayden pulled her knickers up, followed by her tights, then pulled her dress down slowly, ensuring he took his time to arrange the pleats neatly across her bottom and thighs. “Up you get.” He gave her another smack. Anabelle’s very red face was pointed downward as she backed herself out of the car. He closed the door and walked to the front passenger door on the left, then leant in and retrieved something from inside the glove box. “Hold out your hand, young lady.” She did as he asked, having enjoyed every moment of that little episode. What more could he give her? “As promised, something your father will never give you.” He placed the keys of his Jaguar XJR into her open palm.
Buy Unfailing Love here:
Blushing Books Amazon Barnes & Noble
August 18, 2015
Longhorn Cowboys is back for #WIPITUP WEDNESDAY!!!!
Jessica didn't make any friends when she rode with Johnny into the cattle camp. She'd made her feelings about drovers plain. Which explains the reactions of the drovers when she gets captured by a band of renegade Indians:
“I say we just leave her there,” one of the drovers whose name Johnny didn’t know, piped up. “She only thinks we’re a pack of dusty, smelly cowhands anyway!” There were murmurs of agreement all round, and Johnny’s heart clenched. What would he do if the men wouldn’t help him rescue her? He couldn’t do it by himself … “Yeah,” Frank agreed. “I say just leave her to the Indians. They’re welcome to her!”
It took all Johnny’s self-control not to walk over there and take Frank down, and his breath caught when Mr Jordan took a deep breath beside him, preparing to issue an order. Which way would Mr Jordan go? Would he rescue Jessica, or would he side with his men?
Keep an eye out - Longhorn Cowboys is coming soon!
Meanwhile, check out the other participants in WIPITUP WEDNESDAY below:
August 16, 2015
Sophia and the Duke - Hot New Release by Jaye Peaches!
Welcome to my blog Jaye!
Hi Kelly, thank you for inviting me to visit your blog and sharing Sophia and the Duke, my latest spanking romance tale set during Regency times. I based part of this book in the New Forest on the south coast of England. New isn’t quite correct, it’s actually an ancient forest and a suitable location for a little outdoor birching. Sophia has married the Duke of Brockenhurst, who is quite at home outside living amongst nature having made a living as a fur trapper. Sophia is not. So, when he finds out she’s picked poison berries, which he told her not to do, she’s found herself bent over a fallen tree.
Excerpt: “I’m going to spank you with my hand until you’re ready.”Ready for what? What did he mean? She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a sudden cry when he smacked her bottom.She wanted to leap up and march away. In that instance, as he started to spank her, she couldn’t understand what kept her in place. A duchess, one of the highest ranked individuals of the land, bent over a tree, naked and spanked by a man who only a year ago lived with the beasts.“No,” she wailed as his hand continued to rain down.His slaps came quickly, but not hard, as if they bounced off her rotund cheeks. She jolted, paddling her legs and pulling at the blades of grass with her fingers. Her bottom flared into a pool of heat, while between her sore cheeks, the breeze continued to tickle.Nathanial ceased and leant over her. “Good girl. But I don’t think you will truly learn how to be responsible unless I thrash you.”“Thrash me!” She aimed her cry over her shoulder at him.“Yes. You do not lie to me, Sophia. If you’re afraid, you tell me; if you don’t understand, you speak of your concerns.” He drew her up onto her wobbly legs and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Tell me now, what are you feeling—afraid?”No. She didn’t fear him. She knew she trusted him, and that she had to prove he could trust her. “I feel anxious that I won’t be able to take my punishment and that you think less of me for lying.” She blinked back the tears.“Punishments are not meant to be easy to endure, but they shouldn’t be terrible. Have you witnessed a switching before now?” She snatched a breath of alarm. A birch! Truth was, she had.
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Blurb: After the passing of her husband, the elderly Duke of Brockenhurst, twenty-two-year-old Sophia chafes at her family’s expectations during her lengthy mourning period. When she is free to re-emerge in society at last, at her grandmother’s insistence she entertains the courtship of Nathaniel Hartwell, a distant cousin of the old duke and the man next in line for the title.
To her shock, Sophia learns that Nathaniel has spent the last eight years living as a trapper and fur trader in the mountains of Canada, isolating himself from the world after the tragic death of the woman he loved. Though he is a rough, uncivilised man, his devilishly handsome looks and commanding presence excite her in a way nothing ever has before.
Sophia sets out to transform the new duke into someone suitable for polite society, but when her comments become disrespectful and mocking Nathaniel takes issue with her behaviour. Almost before she knows it, she is over his lap and her aristocratic bottom has been bared for a sound spanking.
Knowing that it is the right choice for all concerned, Nathaniel asks her to be his wife, but despite the fact that their marriage begins as one of convenience he is determined to show Sophia the intense pleasure a strong man’s dominant lovemaking can bring her. Though her spoiled attitude occasionally earns her a bright red, well-spanked bottom, as the weeks pass her desire for him grows ever stronger. But can love truly bridge the gulf between people from such different worlds?
Publisher’s Note: Sophia and the Duke is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
About JayeExploring the world of BDSM and romantic kinky lifestyles has been a passion of Jaye Peaches - to portray the desires beyond the erotic sexual encounters and unearth the personalities that lie beneath. Having written short stories and read many books, she issued a challenge to herself and decided to write her own novels of Domination and submission. By exploring the issues in a fictional context, whether in the bedroom or 24/7, now or in the past, she hopes to show how loving and fulfilling such relationships can be to those involved.
When not writing, Jaye is busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.
Jaye lives in NW England.
Author Links:
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Hi Kelly, thank you for inviting me to visit your blog and sharing Sophia and the Duke, my latest spanking romance tale set during Regency times. I based part of this book in the New Forest on the south coast of England. New isn’t quite correct, it’s actually an ancient forest and a suitable location for a little outdoor birching. Sophia has married the Duke of Brockenhurst, who is quite at home outside living amongst nature having made a living as a fur trapper. Sophia is not. So, when he finds out she’s picked poison berries, which he told her not to do, she’s found herself bent over a fallen tree.
Excerpt: “I’m going to spank you with my hand until you’re ready.”Ready for what? What did he mean? She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a sudden cry when he smacked her bottom.She wanted to leap up and march away. In that instance, as he started to spank her, she couldn’t understand what kept her in place. A duchess, one of the highest ranked individuals of the land, bent over a tree, naked and spanked by a man who only a year ago lived with the beasts.“No,” she wailed as his hand continued to rain down.His slaps came quickly, but not hard, as if they bounced off her rotund cheeks. She jolted, paddling her legs and pulling at the blades of grass with her fingers. Her bottom flared into a pool of heat, while between her sore cheeks, the breeze continued to tickle.Nathanial ceased and leant over her. “Good girl. But I don’t think you will truly learn how to be responsible unless I thrash you.”“Thrash me!” She aimed her cry over her shoulder at him.“Yes. You do not lie to me, Sophia. If you’re afraid, you tell me; if you don’t understand, you speak of your concerns.” He drew her up onto her wobbly legs and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Tell me now, what are you feeling—afraid?”No. She didn’t fear him. She knew she trusted him, and that she had to prove he could trust her. “I feel anxious that I won’t be able to take my punishment and that you think less of me for lying.” She blinked back the tears.“Punishments are not meant to be easy to endure, but they shouldn’t be terrible. Have you witnessed a switching before now?” She snatched a breath of alarm. A birch! Truth was, she had.
Amazon
AllRomance
Barnes and Noble
Blurb: After the passing of her husband, the elderly Duke of Brockenhurst, twenty-two-year-old Sophia chafes at her family’s expectations during her lengthy mourning period. When she is free to re-emerge in society at last, at her grandmother’s insistence she entertains the courtship of Nathaniel Hartwell, a distant cousin of the old duke and the man next in line for the title.
To her shock, Sophia learns that Nathaniel has spent the last eight years living as a trapper and fur trader in the mountains of Canada, isolating himself from the world after the tragic death of the woman he loved. Though he is a rough, uncivilised man, his devilishly handsome looks and commanding presence excite her in a way nothing ever has before.
Sophia sets out to transform the new duke into someone suitable for polite society, but when her comments become disrespectful and mocking Nathaniel takes issue with her behaviour. Almost before she knows it, she is over his lap and her aristocratic bottom has been bared for a sound spanking.
Knowing that it is the right choice for all concerned, Nathaniel asks her to be his wife, but despite the fact that their marriage begins as one of convenience he is determined to show Sophia the intense pleasure a strong man’s dominant lovemaking can bring her. Though her spoiled attitude occasionally earns her a bright red, well-spanked bottom, as the weeks pass her desire for him grows ever stronger. But can love truly bridge the gulf between people from such different worlds?
Publisher’s Note: Sophia and the Duke is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
About JayeExploring the world of BDSM and romantic kinky lifestyles has been a passion of Jaye Peaches - to portray the desires beyond the erotic sexual encounters and unearth the personalities that lie beneath. Having written short stories and read many books, she issued a challenge to herself and decided to write her own novels of Domination and submission. By exploring the issues in a fictional context, whether in the bedroom or 24/7, now or in the past, she hopes to show how loving and fulfilling such relationships can be to those involved.
When not writing, Jaye is busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.
Jaye lives in NW England.
Author Links:
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August 13, 2015
Welcome back to my blog Ashe Barker!
Hi Kelly, and thank you for inviting me over today to share a little about my latest release, A Scandalous Arrangement.
After a foolish wager costs her brother ownership of the weaving mill in Yorkshire which provides her income, Victoria Wynne is left with no choice but to confront the man who took the bet and seek to dissuade him from claiming his prize. Unfortunately for her, that man turns out to be Adam Luke, an experienced, ambitious entrepreneur who is intent on keeping what he won.
Upon meeting her, Adam is enchanted by Victoria’s beauty and charm as well as her nerve and self-reliance. Adam is a man of singular tastes, and when Victoria asks to manage the mill in return for a share of the profits, he offers her a bold proposal of his own. She will continue to run the mill as she has for years, but in return for a substantially larger portion of the profits she will also serve at his beck and call behind closed doors, submitting to him in any way he desires.
Wanting to earn enough money to buy back the mill as quickly as possible—and with some part of her shamefully aroused by the thought of kneeling naked at Adam’s feet—Victoria accepts his terms. But submission initially proves difficult for a woman used to running her own affairs, and soon enough she finds herself bare-bottomed over his knee for a firm lesson in obedience.
Adam’s plans for Victoria run much deeper than just an occasional spanking. She will be stripped naked, bound, and teased until she is aching for release, and then at last he will take her long and hard. As Adam continues to train her, teaching her to yield to his mastery while bringing her more pleasure than she ever thought possible, Victoria cannot help falling for him. But can a lifelong bond truly emerge from such a scandalous arrangement?
Publisher’s Note: A Scandalous Arrangement is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
And now, an excerpt from A Scandalous Arrangement.
On impulse she scrambled from her bed and rushed across to the swivel mirror beside her wardrobe. She angled it, then lifted the back of her shift. She chose not to dwell on the absence of her usual night time attire of a silk nightdress.Her bottom was striped in soft pink, and several bruises were forming. Perhaps the marks would have been more vivid last night, she rather suspected as much but even so there was still plenty of evidence of his discipline.She allowed her shift to drop back down over her body and sat on the edge of her bed, forcing herself to bear the sharp pain as her weight pressed her abused bottom against the mattress. She bore bruises, and he had put them on her. He was no gentleman, that was for sure.So, what was he?Victoria was not given to self-deception. She should resent his treatment of her, but she did not. She had yet to fathom just what she did think of it, but her feelings were far from hostile. She could best be described as uncertain, she decided. She needed to consider, to analyse, and eventually she would understand.The delicate china cup on her bedside table caught her eye. It was full of tea, now quite cold. She frowned, how long had that been there? She had no recollection of seeing it when she came to bed.Not that she had seen much of anything in truth. She vaguely recalled ascending the stairs, her fingers tucked in the crook of Adam Luke's elbow. He had escorted her to her bedroom door, then when she would have bid him a polite goodnight he had opened it and steered her through into her private chamber. Still, she had offered no protest. Nor had she made a fuss when he turned her around and unhooked the row of buttons down the back of her dress and peeled the garment from her shoulders. She had lifted her feet obediently when he ordered it, allowing him to remove the rest of her clothing. When she stood before him in just her shift he had pulled back her bedclothes and ordered her into the comforting warmth. And she had obeyed again. He had leaned over, dropped a swift kiss on her mouth, and left.She had fallen asleep within moments, and knew nothing else until a few minutes ago. Now, she felt strange, not herself somehow.She was refreshed, certainly, she had slept better than she recalled for a long time. She felt relaxed, at ease, oddly liberated. She wanted to see Adam Luke, talk to him. She had a niggling suspicion that she might even not object too strenuously should he wish to spank her again. Not today, naturally. But sometime,She was going to accept his proposition. The realisation hit her with resounding clarity. She would do it, because it was expedient. And because she wanted to. With that acceptance, another possibility started to uncurl in her mind. A secret, deep, longing that up to now she had refused to allow either form or substance because it was simply impossible. Her dream was growing, solidifying, demanding recognition. Adam Luke wanted her to be his mistress and to submit to these strange, wonderful, terrifying activities and she found she wanted that too. Well, some of it. Enough, she believed. He had her mill, and he had something she wanted too. She would have her side of this bargain.
BUY ON AMAZON HERE
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 menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.
I have twenty four (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.
I love to hear from readers. You can find me on my blog, and on the Totally Bound site. I’m on Facebook, and twitter and now on Tsu as well. I’m on Pinterest too, and Goodreads
After a foolish wager costs her brother ownership of the weaving mill in Yorkshire which provides her income, Victoria Wynne is left with no choice but to confront the man who took the bet and seek to dissuade him from claiming his prize. Unfortunately for her, that man turns out to be Adam Luke, an experienced, ambitious entrepreneur who is intent on keeping what he won.
Upon meeting her, Adam is enchanted by Victoria’s beauty and charm as well as her nerve and self-reliance. Adam is a man of singular tastes, and when Victoria asks to manage the mill in return for a share of the profits, he offers her a bold proposal of his own. She will continue to run the mill as she has for years, but in return for a substantially larger portion of the profits she will also serve at his beck and call behind closed doors, submitting to him in any way he desires.
Wanting to earn enough money to buy back the mill as quickly as possible—and with some part of her shamefully aroused by the thought of kneeling naked at Adam’s feet—Victoria accepts his terms. But submission initially proves difficult for a woman used to running her own affairs, and soon enough she finds herself bare-bottomed over his knee for a firm lesson in obedience.
Adam’s plans for Victoria run much deeper than just an occasional spanking. She will be stripped naked, bound, and teased until she is aching for release, and then at last he will take her long and hard. As Adam continues to train her, teaching her to yield to his mastery while bringing her more pleasure than she ever thought possible, Victoria cannot help falling for him. But can a lifelong bond truly emerge from such a scandalous arrangement?
Publisher’s Note: A Scandalous Arrangement is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
And now, an excerpt from A Scandalous Arrangement.
On impulse she scrambled from her bed and rushed across to the swivel mirror beside her wardrobe. She angled it, then lifted the back of her shift. She chose not to dwell on the absence of her usual night time attire of a silk nightdress.Her bottom was striped in soft pink, and several bruises were forming. Perhaps the marks would have been more vivid last night, she rather suspected as much but even so there was still plenty of evidence of his discipline.She allowed her shift to drop back down over her body and sat on the edge of her bed, forcing herself to bear the sharp pain as her weight pressed her abused bottom against the mattress. She bore bruises, and he had put them on her. He was no gentleman, that was for sure.So, what was he?Victoria was not given to self-deception. She should resent his treatment of her, but she did not. She had yet to fathom just what she did think of it, but her feelings were far from hostile. She could best be described as uncertain, she decided. She needed to consider, to analyse, and eventually she would understand.The delicate china cup on her bedside table caught her eye. It was full of tea, now quite cold. She frowned, how long had that been there? She had no recollection of seeing it when she came to bed.Not that she had seen much of anything in truth. She vaguely recalled ascending the stairs, her fingers tucked in the crook of Adam Luke's elbow. He had escorted her to her bedroom door, then when she would have bid him a polite goodnight he had opened it and steered her through into her private chamber. Still, she had offered no protest. Nor had she made a fuss when he turned her around and unhooked the row of buttons down the back of her dress and peeled the garment from her shoulders. She had lifted her feet obediently when he ordered it, allowing him to remove the rest of her clothing. When she stood before him in just her shift he had pulled back her bedclothes and ordered her into the comforting warmth. And she had obeyed again. He had leaned over, dropped a swift kiss on her mouth, and left.She had fallen asleep within moments, and knew nothing else until a few minutes ago. Now, she felt strange, not herself somehow.She was refreshed, certainly, she had slept better than she recalled for a long time. She felt relaxed, at ease, oddly liberated. She wanted to see Adam Luke, talk to him. She had a niggling suspicion that she might even not object too strenuously should he wish to spank her again. Not today, naturally. But sometime,She was going to accept his proposition. The realisation hit her with resounding clarity. She would do it, because it was expedient. And because she wanted to. With that acceptance, another possibility started to uncurl in her mind. A secret, deep, longing that up to now she had refused to allow either form or substance because it was simply impossible. Her dream was growing, solidifying, demanding recognition. Adam Luke wanted her to be his mistress and to submit to these strange, wonderful, terrifying activities and she found she wanted that too. Well, some of it. Enough, she believed. He had her mill, and he had something she wanted too. She would have her side of this bargain.
BUY ON AMAZON HERE
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 menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.
I have twenty four (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.
I love to hear from readers. You can find me on my blog, and on the Totally Bound site. I’m on Facebook, and twitter and now on Tsu as well. I’m on Pinterest too, and Goodreads
August 10, 2015
His Captive Mortal by Renee Rose
I'm so excited to have Renee Rose visiting me today with her new release His Captive Mortal.
Renee Rose is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink. You can sign up for her newsletter by clicking here: http://buff.ly/1e7uDz9
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Blurb: When a young special education teacher unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can’t evict. For some reason, Charlie, the dominant immortal believes she is of fairy descent and has magical powers. He demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she promises to help him.
Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty mortal, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.
His habit of emotional detachment crumbles as he falls for Sasha, yet when he discovers she carries a secret that relates to his past, the betrayal nearly destroys him. He must decide whether he can ever trust a woman, or give into instinct and walk away from what might be his only chance at love and redemption.
**This book was previously released as Loose Morals by Darling Adams. It has been edited for re-release**
Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.
Buy now on Amazon
Excerpt: He pushed himself up to sit, resting his back against the headboard. “I think you have five seconds to lay yourself across my lap.”Butterflies took flight in her belly. “What did I do?”He gave one sharp shake of his head. “I don’t need an excuse to spank. If I decide you need a spanking, you get a spanking. Now lie over my lap.”She wanted to argue. His logic didn’t make sense, after all, but she wanted to see where this would go. Maybe it was a result of the dream, in which he’d whipped her for no reason and she’d seemed to love it. She knelt beside him and draped herself across his lap, liquid already beginning to seep from her pussy.He ran a cool hand across her cheeks in a caress that somehow made her feel beautiful. As if in affirmation of her impression, he remarked, “A perfect ass.” And with that declaration, he began to spank hard and fast, like he had that first night when she’d tried to stab him with a wooden stake.She wriggled. “Ow...ooh.” She wanted to be turned on by it—like she’d been in her dream—except it hurt too much for her to feel anything but pain. “Ow. Hey!”“Quiet, little mortal.”She struggled to keep her sound effects to herself, though why she tried so hard to please and obey him confused her. At what point had she given in? But she couldn’t think when he was slapping her at a rhythm faster than “Uptown Funk”. She gripped the bedspread and kicked her legs, clamping down on her back teeth to keep from crying out. Pain overtook all her senses and she had just started to become angry when he stopped, as abruptly as he’d started.Before she could draw another breath, he had pulled her onto her back beside him and covered her body with his own, kissing her with a passion that made her stomach drop. Everything he’d stirred up with the spanking—embarrassment, anger, lust, tears—came pouring out in her response to his kiss. She met his desire with her own, yanking his head down, arching her pelvis against his, writhing beneath him. She wanted him to take her in every sense of the word, but he broke away, pulling back with a wicked smile. “Lusty wench, aren’t you?”“Wench?” she demanded, wrapping a fist in his shirt and attempting to pull him back down. “Which century do you think you’re in?”
She sensed his anger, but she pushed back the undercurrent of fear it inspired. He wrapped her hair in his fist and pulled her head back, his fangs lengthening as he looked at her vein. As if in slow motion, he lowered his head to her neck, trailing a sharp fang along her vein. Her breath came in quick pants, her heart racing.She realized she didn’t know this man—this vampire—at all. Would he drain her now to get even with Anka? Maybe he hadn’t turned her over to the other vampires because he wanted to destroy her himself.He lifted her head and released her all in one swift motion. “Take off your clothes.”Her eyes flew to his, her heart leaping. Had he forgiven her? Or was this an evil torture? She nibbled her lip. The way she saw it, she had no choice but to comply. She had just begged to be his. She had to prove her faithfulness, her trust. She shucked her clothing, dropping the articles at her feet one by one.“Kneel.”Her belly somersaulted. A game. Surely, this was his game. She lowered to her knees, praying he was not just humiliating her before he vanished once more.“Hands behind your back.”She grasped her own wrists behind her back and lowered her head submissively.Charlie crouched beside her, stroking her hair back from her eyes. She saw emotion this time, but before she identified it, he lunged, tackling her and throwing her to her back, his hand cupping the back of her head to protect it from the floor. His fangs struck her neck and he drank, pushing the bulge of his clothed cock between her legs.Panic flared, but as he continued to rock his pelvis against her sex, she exhaled and wrapped her legs around his waist. This was sexual, not angry….right? He wouldn’t drain her. Or turn her....she hoped. Once more, she felt her only choice was to give herself over, to prove she belonged to him. She twined her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, allowing the motion of his cock beneath his jeans to drive her passion.The scrape of his jeans over her vulnerable bits came as a sort of pleasured pain—the more it dug into her, the more she wanted to feel it. She followed the sensations until she came from the friction against her clit, a small release, but satisfying just the same.Charlie licked her wounds closed. “Did I say you could come?” he asked darkly.
Renee Rose is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink. You can sign up for her newsletter by clicking here: http://buff.ly/1e7uDz9
Social Media links:BlogTwitterFacebookGoodreadsPinterestAmazon
Blurb: When a young special education teacher unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can’t evict. For some reason, Charlie, the dominant immortal believes she is of fairy descent and has magical powers. He demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she promises to help him.
Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty mortal, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.
His habit of emotional detachment crumbles as he falls for Sasha, yet when he discovers she carries a secret that relates to his past, the betrayal nearly destroys him. He must decide whether he can ever trust a woman, or give into instinct and walk away from what might be his only chance at love and redemption.
**This book was previously released as Loose Morals by Darling Adams. It has been edited for re-release**
Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.
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Excerpt: He pushed himself up to sit, resting his back against the headboard. “I think you have five seconds to lay yourself across my lap.”Butterflies took flight in her belly. “What did I do?”He gave one sharp shake of his head. “I don’t need an excuse to spank. If I decide you need a spanking, you get a spanking. Now lie over my lap.”She wanted to argue. His logic didn’t make sense, after all, but she wanted to see where this would go. Maybe it was a result of the dream, in which he’d whipped her for no reason and she’d seemed to love it. She knelt beside him and draped herself across his lap, liquid already beginning to seep from her pussy.He ran a cool hand across her cheeks in a caress that somehow made her feel beautiful. As if in affirmation of her impression, he remarked, “A perfect ass.” And with that declaration, he began to spank hard and fast, like he had that first night when she’d tried to stab him with a wooden stake.She wriggled. “Ow...ooh.” She wanted to be turned on by it—like she’d been in her dream—except it hurt too much for her to feel anything but pain. “Ow. Hey!”“Quiet, little mortal.”She struggled to keep her sound effects to herself, though why she tried so hard to please and obey him confused her. At what point had she given in? But she couldn’t think when he was slapping her at a rhythm faster than “Uptown Funk”. She gripped the bedspread and kicked her legs, clamping down on her back teeth to keep from crying out. Pain overtook all her senses and she had just started to become angry when he stopped, as abruptly as he’d started.Before she could draw another breath, he had pulled her onto her back beside him and covered her body with his own, kissing her with a passion that made her stomach drop. Everything he’d stirred up with the spanking—embarrassment, anger, lust, tears—came pouring out in her response to his kiss. She met his desire with her own, yanking his head down, arching her pelvis against his, writhing beneath him. She wanted him to take her in every sense of the word, but he broke away, pulling back with a wicked smile. “Lusty wench, aren’t you?”“Wench?” she demanded, wrapping a fist in his shirt and attempting to pull him back down. “Which century do you think you’re in?”
She sensed his anger, but she pushed back the undercurrent of fear it inspired. He wrapped her hair in his fist and pulled her head back, his fangs lengthening as he looked at her vein. As if in slow motion, he lowered his head to her neck, trailing a sharp fang along her vein. Her breath came in quick pants, her heart racing.She realized she didn’t know this man—this vampire—at all. Would he drain her now to get even with Anka? Maybe he hadn’t turned her over to the other vampires because he wanted to destroy her himself.He lifted her head and released her all in one swift motion. “Take off your clothes.”Her eyes flew to his, her heart leaping. Had he forgiven her? Or was this an evil torture? She nibbled her lip. The way she saw it, she had no choice but to comply. She had just begged to be his. She had to prove her faithfulness, her trust. She shucked her clothing, dropping the articles at her feet one by one.“Kneel.”Her belly somersaulted. A game. Surely, this was his game. She lowered to her knees, praying he was not just humiliating her before he vanished once more.“Hands behind your back.”She grasped her own wrists behind her back and lowered her head submissively.Charlie crouched beside her, stroking her hair back from her eyes. She saw emotion this time, but before she identified it, he lunged, tackling her and throwing her to her back, his hand cupping the back of her head to protect it from the floor. His fangs struck her neck and he drank, pushing the bulge of his clothed cock between her legs.Panic flared, but as he continued to rock his pelvis against her sex, she exhaled and wrapped her legs around his waist. This was sexual, not angry….right? He wouldn’t drain her. Or turn her....she hoped. Once more, she felt her only choice was to give herself over, to prove she belonged to him. She twined her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, allowing the motion of his cock beneath his jeans to drive her passion.The scrape of his jeans over her vulnerable bits came as a sort of pleasured pain—the more it dug into her, the more she wanted to feel it. She followed the sensations until she came from the friction against her clit, a small release, but satisfying just the same.Charlie licked her wounds closed. “Did I say you could come?” he asked darkly.
August 4, 2015
#WIPITUP WEDNESDAY - Longhorn Cowboys - Heart for Home
On the WIPUTIP WEDNESDAY BLOG Melody talks about being sunburnt. I'm so jealous!! I know that sounds bizarre - what kind of normal person is jealous of sunburn?? Well firstly, I'm not "normal". Secondly, we're coming to (hopefully) the end of a rather long, cold, wet winter here at the bottom of the world and I would give anything for enough heat in the sun to burn me right now. Alas, I have to settle for curling up next to our woodburner.
This week I have some very exciting news to share with you all - my western - Longhorn Cowboys Book One: Heart for Home has been accepted by Stormy Night Publications!!! Yay!!!! I don't have any idea at this stage of when it will be released, but I'm sure I'll know once the excitement of acceptance wears off :)
Longhorn Cowboys was originally inspired by the good looking, tough drovers on Rawhide - Ramrod: Rowdy Yates played by Clint Eastwood, Trail Boss: Gil Favor played by Eric Fleming and Scout: Pete Nolan played by Sheb Wooley.
Excerpt: A little bell tied to the door jingled merrily when she pushed it open and a short, fat, balding, man frowned over the rim of his thick glasses at her, looking her up and down severely. “Ladies should look like ladies. Come back when you’re dressed properly,” he told her stiffly, in a stuffy English accent. The odious little man reminded her of the father of one of her old friends back home – he’d come to Boston from England only a few years earlier and had looked down his nose at her family. They hadn’t been rich enough for his expensive tastes, and he had enjoyed pointing that out to Jessica often. “I need to send a telegram,” Jessica informed the man behind the counter. “It’s rather urgent.” The man pushed his glasses higher up on his nose and peered at her again, looking her up and down, shaking his head disapprovingly. “Come back when you’re dressed properly.” “But Sir …” “Come back when you’re dressed properly,” he cut her off. “I’m with a trail herd out that way a bit,” Jessica indicated, with a dramatic sweeping of her arm. “I’m a drover. I don’t have anything else to wear.” Which was sort of true; she hadn’t worn her gown since Johnny had snatched her back from the clutches of the Indians. “There’s a shop over there.” He pointed directly across the street. Jim’s Mercantile the sign read. “Please Sir, it won’t take long,” she pleaded. The man shook his head. Then, ignoring her, he turned back to his desk and began to shuffle papers; papers that Jessica was sure didn’t need to be shuffled. “Ooooooh!” Growling in frustration, Jessica stamped her foot loudly, sending up a cloud of dust from off her clothing. Turning on her heel, she threw the door open, making the little bell jangle wildly, and stomped off down the street. There was nothing else for it, she’d have to buy herself a dress. So she had to find Johnny.
I hope you liked my excerpt this week ... keep watching my blog for more news of the Longhorn Cowboys soon!
And like always, check out the other participants this week below:
This week I have some very exciting news to share with you all - my western - Longhorn Cowboys Book One: Heart for Home has been accepted by Stormy Night Publications!!! Yay!!!! I don't have any idea at this stage of when it will be released, but I'm sure I'll know once the excitement of acceptance wears off :)
Longhorn Cowboys was originally inspired by the good looking, tough drovers on Rawhide - Ramrod: Rowdy Yates played by Clint Eastwood, Trail Boss: Gil Favor played by Eric Fleming and Scout: Pete Nolan played by Sheb Wooley.Excerpt: A little bell tied to the door jingled merrily when she pushed it open and a short, fat, balding, man frowned over the rim of his thick glasses at her, looking her up and down severely. “Ladies should look like ladies. Come back when you’re dressed properly,” he told her stiffly, in a stuffy English accent. The odious little man reminded her of the father of one of her old friends back home – he’d come to Boston from England only a few years earlier and had looked down his nose at her family. They hadn’t been rich enough for his expensive tastes, and he had enjoyed pointing that out to Jessica often. “I need to send a telegram,” Jessica informed the man behind the counter. “It’s rather urgent.” The man pushed his glasses higher up on his nose and peered at her again, looking her up and down, shaking his head disapprovingly. “Come back when you’re dressed properly.” “But Sir …” “Come back when you’re dressed properly,” he cut her off. “I’m with a trail herd out that way a bit,” Jessica indicated, with a dramatic sweeping of her arm. “I’m a drover. I don’t have anything else to wear.” Which was sort of true; she hadn’t worn her gown since Johnny had snatched her back from the clutches of the Indians. “There’s a shop over there.” He pointed directly across the street. Jim’s Mercantile the sign read. “Please Sir, it won’t take long,” she pleaded. The man shook his head. Then, ignoring her, he turned back to his desk and began to shuffle papers; papers that Jessica was sure didn’t need to be shuffled. “Ooooooh!” Growling in frustration, Jessica stamped her foot loudly, sending up a cloud of dust from off her clothing. Turning on her heel, she threw the door open, making the little bell jangle wildly, and stomped off down the street. There was nothing else for it, she’d have to buy herself a dress. So she had to find Johnny.
I hope you liked my excerpt this week ... keep watching my blog for more news of the Longhorn Cowboys soon!
And like always, check out the other participants this week below:
August 3, 2015
His to Command - Kallista Dane
Welcome back to my blog Kallista! I'm so pleased to have you here again, with His to Command this time!
Please tell us briefly about your new book: My new book is an erotic Sci-fi adventure. There’s a strong heroine on a secret mission to a distant planet, an Alpha warrior determined to master her, lots of spanking and some very naughty anal play! It sounds great! Now that I've got you here Kallista, what is your favourite movie?I’ve gotta say Ghost with Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze. The song in it “Unchained Melody” is our song and even after all these years, my husband gets up and dances to it with me. The movie is funny and sad and suspenseful all at once. I still cry every time I watch it! Awww that's so sweet!
BlurbWhen Amanda Jane Norris sets out on an undercover mission to infiltrate the ranks of a rogue general on the planet of Neodyma, a world which has turned its back on modern technology, she has complete confidence in her ability to complete her task. But then things go terribly wrong…
Captured by the power-mad general, Amanda’s ordeal begins with a thorough, intimate physical examination which leaves her both utterly humiliated and helplessly aroused. Her body’s intense response to the embarrassing procedure ensures that she will be sent to join the harem the general provides for his men, but only after she is punished for her failed attempt at espionage. After a long, hard spanking in the public square, Amanda is fitted with the red tail of a harlot and prepared for her training.
She is given first to Kaden, a warrior on a secret errand of his own. He quickly proves more than willing to compel her submission with a firm hand applied to her bare bottom, but his plans for her are very different from the general’s. When Amanda first experiences the intense pleasure that a man’s mastery of her body can bring, it is unlike anything she has felt before, and though it fills her with shame she is left begging for more. But can she afford to risk asking for Kaden’s help bringing down the general?
Publisher’s Note: His to Command is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive anal play, elements of medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Excerpt: He snapped out something else and the soldier stopped spanking her as abruptly as he’d started. He twisted her body so she was laying flat again and sat her heel back on the table, this time keeping one hand locked around her ankle. But Thelo never stopped. His fingers continued their insolent invasion. The High Priest met her eyes again and ran his tongue slowly around his lips. Then, to her horror, he bent his head and touched his wet tongue to her clitoris. She tried desperately to control her mind, but the intense, intimate physical contact was so new and unfamiliar. He licked her there, flicking his tongue back and forth as the core of her pleasure grew hard. All her mental training disappeared. To her shock, her body began responding to the savage treatment the same way it did in her planned sessions of self-gratification.She panted heavily, fighting the surge of erotic sensations. Her bottom stinging, her vagina wet, and now the bundle of nerves between her legs throbbing and pulsing. His hot tongue kept up the onslaught until she was shaking, ready to explode.
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Kallista’s Bio Like my ancestor Scheherezade, I cannot sing or dance or paint. I have but one talent. I am a weaver of words. I love to tell stories of strong women and the even stronger men who suddenly show up in their lives when they expect it least and need it most. As a little girl I was afraid to take risks. But when I grew up, I vowed never to let the thrills in life pass me by because of fear. Since then, I’ve walked on the Great Wall of China, gone scuba diving in underwater caves, and skied a black diamond run in Vail. But the greatest risk I’ve taken is sharing my naughtiest secret fantasies in the books I write.
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Please tell us briefly about your new book: My new book is an erotic Sci-fi adventure. There’s a strong heroine on a secret mission to a distant planet, an Alpha warrior determined to master her, lots of spanking and some very naughty anal play! It sounds great! Now that I've got you here Kallista, what is your favourite movie?I’ve gotta say Ghost with Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze. The song in it “Unchained Melody” is our song and even after all these years, my husband gets up and dances to it with me. The movie is funny and sad and suspenseful all at once. I still cry every time I watch it! Awww that's so sweet!
BlurbWhen Amanda Jane Norris sets out on an undercover mission to infiltrate the ranks of a rogue general on the planet of Neodyma, a world which has turned its back on modern technology, she has complete confidence in her ability to complete her task. But then things go terribly wrong…
Captured by the power-mad general, Amanda’s ordeal begins with a thorough, intimate physical examination which leaves her both utterly humiliated and helplessly aroused. Her body’s intense response to the embarrassing procedure ensures that she will be sent to join the harem the general provides for his men, but only after she is punished for her failed attempt at espionage. After a long, hard spanking in the public square, Amanda is fitted with the red tail of a harlot and prepared for her training.
She is given first to Kaden, a warrior on a secret errand of his own. He quickly proves more than willing to compel her submission with a firm hand applied to her bare bottom, but his plans for her are very different from the general’s. When Amanda first experiences the intense pleasure that a man’s mastery of her body can bring, it is unlike anything she has felt before, and though it fills her with shame she is left begging for more. But can she afford to risk asking for Kaden’s help bringing down the general?
Publisher’s Note: His to Command is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive anal play, elements of medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Excerpt: He snapped out something else and the soldier stopped spanking her as abruptly as he’d started. He twisted her body so she was laying flat again and sat her heel back on the table, this time keeping one hand locked around her ankle. But Thelo never stopped. His fingers continued their insolent invasion. The High Priest met her eyes again and ran his tongue slowly around his lips. Then, to her horror, he bent his head and touched his wet tongue to her clitoris. She tried desperately to control her mind, but the intense, intimate physical contact was so new and unfamiliar. He licked her there, flicking his tongue back and forth as the core of her pleasure grew hard. All her mental training disappeared. To her shock, her body began responding to the savage treatment the same way it did in her planned sessions of self-gratification.She panted heavily, fighting the surge of erotic sensations. Her bottom stinging, her vagina wet, and now the bundle of nerves between her legs throbbing and pulsing. His hot tongue kept up the onslaught until she was shaking, ready to explode.
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Kallista’s Bio Like my ancestor Scheherezade, I cannot sing or dance or paint. I have but one talent. I am a weaver of words. I love to tell stories of strong women and the even stronger men who suddenly show up in their lives when they expect it least and need it most. As a little girl I was afraid to take risks. But when I grew up, I vowed never to let the thrills in life pass me by because of fear. Since then, I’ve walked on the Great Wall of China, gone scuba diving in underwater caves, and skied a black diamond run in Vail. But the greatest risk I’ve taken is sharing my naughtiest secret fantasies in the books I write.
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July 29, 2015
Welcome to Stevie MacFarlane and "The Marriage Market Book One - Amelia"!
I'm so excited to have Stevie MacFarlane visiting me today to share Amelia! I've loved Stevie's writing forever. Long before I was an author myself I plucked up the courage to send her a fan email and when she replied I was so excited I nearly burst!
Connect with Stevie on Facebook, visit her Amazon Author Page or check out her website or follow her on Twitter: @steviemac1175
Something I've always wanted to ask Stevie is this:
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
Stevie:When I got my first royalty check.
Here is the blurb for Amelia
Grace Wentworth and Effie Lane were cautiously optimistic when their dear friend Amelia decided to travel west to become the bride of a man she'd never met. Despite their misgivings they were stunned when Amelia wrote informing them she'd made a dreadful mistake in marrying Mr. Jordon.Determined to rescue her dear friend from the clutches of a scoundrel, Effie made plans to leave for Seattle immediately. Grace would follow when she could get away from the ever watchful eye of her mother. Everything changed when Grace was forced to accept the proposal of a cruel and violent man. Suddenly her mother's wrath could not compare with what she would face as Horace Remington’s wife. Throwing all caution aside, she fled with Effie even knowing her mother would most likely hire a Pinkerton man to find her. However, she never expected to fall for him as they played a game of cat and mouse from Chicago to Seattle.For Jonah Blackthorn, apprehending a runaway socialite seemed like an easy assignment. Locating two young, inexperienced women would take him no time at all and the five thousand dollar reward offered by the frantic fiancé would go a long way as Jonah had plans to leave the agency to begin a new chapter in his life.What he didn't plan on was being outwitted by the brats or the fact that Effie Lane wasn't relying on her wits alone to get them safely to Seattle. He also didn't expect to come to care for the redhead traveling with her gun-toting friend. When he finally caught up with them he was going to give Grace the spanking of a life time or kiss her senseless. Maybe both.
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And an excerpt:
"I'm sorry," she said with a somewhat indignant sniff, her shoulders stiff. "I didn't realize how serious you were.""Yes, I can see that," Hugh sighed. At first he was only going to scold her, but her tone struck a chord that was strangely reminiscent of one he'd heard his mother take with his father a thousand times. While not exactly argumentative, it did have a bite of sarcasm. Clearly she was affronted and it bordered on disrespectful. It was a recipe for a marriage full of constant bickering and was not on his agenda, now or ever. He would not put up with having his authority constantly challenged. Releasing one arm he picked up her hairbrush and hefted it in his hand."I'm sorry you did not understand how serious I am about your well-being. I'm about to remedy that right now," he told her as he pulled her to the bed.Amelia didn't resist. It wasn't until he sat down and pulled her over his knees with ridiculous ease that it dawned on her what his intentions were."You can't be serious, Mr. Jordon," she squeaked out, too stunned to struggle."Hugh," he reminded her as he gathered both of her wrists at the back of her waist. "Because we are not yet wed, I'm going to emphasize my feelings over your skirt. Once you become my wife, should this be necessary in the future, rest assured it will be on your bare bottom."Amelia couldn't help it, she began to laugh.The hand that held the hairbrush stopped in mid-air as soon as he heard it."Are you laughing?" he demanded incredulously."No, oh no," she replied before more snickers escaped.Hugh's arm dropped to her back, still holding the brush."Would you mind telling me what's so all fired funny about this?" he asked, stunned.Amelia laughed harder and turned to look at him over her shoulder."Mr. Jordon, I mean Hugh," she began, her eyes twinkling. "I am a young woman on my own for the first time. I've traveled thousands of miles, slipped away from my family and some very dear friends, all in my quest for adventure and independence. I clearly stated in my letter that I believed in the emancipation of women. I've known you approximately two hours, and in that time, I've made of fool of myself in front of hordes of strangers, made my prospective husband think I'm incapable of following the simplest instructions and am about to get spanked for the first time in my life. I find the absurdity of the situation remarkably amusing."
"Well let me see if I can take some of the amusement out of the situation for you," he growled, raising the brush and bringing it down smartly on her backside.
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Connect with Stevie on Facebook, visit her Amazon Author Page or check out her website or follow her on Twitter: @steviemac1175
Something I've always wanted to ask Stevie is this:
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
Stevie:When I got my first royalty check.
Here is the blurb for Amelia
Grace Wentworth and Effie Lane were cautiously optimistic when their dear friend Amelia decided to travel west to become the bride of a man she'd never met. Despite their misgivings they were stunned when Amelia wrote informing them she'd made a dreadful mistake in marrying Mr. Jordon.Determined to rescue her dear friend from the clutches of a scoundrel, Effie made plans to leave for Seattle immediately. Grace would follow when she could get away from the ever watchful eye of her mother. Everything changed when Grace was forced to accept the proposal of a cruel and violent man. Suddenly her mother's wrath could not compare with what she would face as Horace Remington’s wife. Throwing all caution aside, she fled with Effie even knowing her mother would most likely hire a Pinkerton man to find her. However, she never expected to fall for him as they played a game of cat and mouse from Chicago to Seattle.For Jonah Blackthorn, apprehending a runaway socialite seemed like an easy assignment. Locating two young, inexperienced women would take him no time at all and the five thousand dollar reward offered by the frantic fiancé would go a long way as Jonah had plans to leave the agency to begin a new chapter in his life.What he didn't plan on was being outwitted by the brats or the fact that Effie Lane wasn't relying on her wits alone to get them safely to Seattle. He also didn't expect to come to care for the redhead traveling with her gun-toting friend. When he finally caught up with them he was going to give Grace the spanking of a life time or kiss her senseless. Maybe both.
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And an excerpt:
"I'm sorry," she said with a somewhat indignant sniff, her shoulders stiff. "I didn't realize how serious you were.""Yes, I can see that," Hugh sighed. At first he was only going to scold her, but her tone struck a chord that was strangely reminiscent of one he'd heard his mother take with his father a thousand times. While not exactly argumentative, it did have a bite of sarcasm. Clearly she was affronted and it bordered on disrespectful. It was a recipe for a marriage full of constant bickering and was not on his agenda, now or ever. He would not put up with having his authority constantly challenged. Releasing one arm he picked up her hairbrush and hefted it in his hand."I'm sorry you did not understand how serious I am about your well-being. I'm about to remedy that right now," he told her as he pulled her to the bed.Amelia didn't resist. It wasn't until he sat down and pulled her over his knees with ridiculous ease that it dawned on her what his intentions were."You can't be serious, Mr. Jordon," she squeaked out, too stunned to struggle."Hugh," he reminded her as he gathered both of her wrists at the back of her waist. "Because we are not yet wed, I'm going to emphasize my feelings over your skirt. Once you become my wife, should this be necessary in the future, rest assured it will be on your bare bottom."Amelia couldn't help it, she began to laugh.The hand that held the hairbrush stopped in mid-air as soon as he heard it."Are you laughing?" he demanded incredulously."No, oh no," she replied before more snickers escaped.Hugh's arm dropped to her back, still holding the brush."Would you mind telling me what's so all fired funny about this?" he asked, stunned.Amelia laughed harder and turned to look at him over her shoulder."Mr. Jordon, I mean Hugh," she began, her eyes twinkling. "I am a young woman on my own for the first time. I've traveled thousands of miles, slipped away from my family and some very dear friends, all in my quest for adventure and independence. I clearly stated in my letter that I believed in the emancipation of women. I've known you approximately two hours, and in that time, I've made of fool of myself in front of hordes of strangers, made my prospective husband think I'm incapable of following the simplest instructions and am about to get spanked for the first time in my life. I find the absurdity of the situation remarkably amusing."
"Well let me see if I can take some of the amusement out of the situation for you," he growled, raising the brush and bringing it down smartly on her backside.
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