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April 18, 2017
April 16, 2017
Marriage, Mobsters & the Marine ~ by Kryssie Fortunre
I'm thrilled to have Kryssie Fortune on my blog today with Book 1 in the Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge series.
Abigail and Jared marry for mutual convenience, each unaware of the other’s BDSM lifestyle.Can love blossom despite extortion threats, kidnapping, and attempted murder?
BlurbAbigail Montgomery, a small town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, dreams of the Dickensian Christmas her family never enjoyed. Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.
Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom needs to $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution—to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle.
Gradually, Abigail comes to dream of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared break her heart when he walks away?
Excerpt: He held her a moment longer than necessary, then dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead. When he released her, she perched on the edge of the bed. The way she stared at him reminded him of a startled fawn about to run. Stepping back, he closed the door and checked it had locked behind him. “First, we’ll address your disobedience and how you put yourself in danger. After I’ve spanked some sense into you, we’ll talk about what happened.”He hadn’t meant to unleash his dominant side on his unsuspecting wife, but if those creeps in the car park had gotten another shot off, she might have bled out on the bedroom floor. He refused to think about his Abigail wounded and bleeding because those idiots had come after him. Leaning against the door, he folded his arms across his chest. “Take off your robe.”Abigail’s gaze darted about the room. “You’re going to spank me? When I tried to help you?”He pictured her bare assed and laid over his knee. “Hell yeah. You put yourself in danger. I’d never have forgiven myself if those bastards had put a bullet in you. Why are you still wearing your robe?”He knew this pushed her boundaries, but he needed to make her understand how much he needed her to stay safe. Okay, he suspected no one had spanked her even when she’d been a child, so he’d go easy on her virgin ass. Afterward, he’d screw her, if she still wanted him. “Normally I’d blister your bare butt with a paddle or spank it until you couldn’t sit for a week. For the first time, I’ll limit your punishment to five bare-bottom slaps.”
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Author bioKryssie’s a girl who loves to shopping, history, and writing. Back in 2001 disaster struck and her heart valve collapse. Even her heart specialist told her to make her will. Prognosis shocking. Outcome amazing. Ever since Kryssie’s been chasing her dreams. She’s visited the ancient Greek sites she read about as child, taken a trip to Pompeii, and visited the Orkney Islands.Her biggest challenge was writing the book she always swore she’d get around to one day. It took a while, and being dyslexic, she lacked the confidence to self-publish. Fortunately, Loose id accepted her first book, To Wed a Werewolf, and she’s been writing ever since.Social LInks
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/KryssiesFortune Twitter - https://twitter.com/KryssieFortune,Blog - http://kryssiefortune.blogspot.co.uk/Website -http://kryssiefortune.wixsite.com/kryssie
Abigail and Jared marry for mutual convenience, each unaware of the other’s BDSM lifestyle.Can love blossom despite extortion threats, kidnapping, and attempted murder?
BlurbAbigail Montgomery, a small town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, dreams of the Dickensian Christmas her family never enjoyed. Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.
Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom needs to $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution—to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle.
Gradually, Abigail comes to dream of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared break her heart when he walks away?
Excerpt: He held her a moment longer than necessary, then dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead. When he released her, she perched on the edge of the bed. The way she stared at him reminded him of a startled fawn about to run. Stepping back, he closed the door and checked it had locked behind him. “First, we’ll address your disobedience and how you put yourself in danger. After I’ve spanked some sense into you, we’ll talk about what happened.”He hadn’t meant to unleash his dominant side on his unsuspecting wife, but if those creeps in the car park had gotten another shot off, she might have bled out on the bedroom floor. He refused to think about his Abigail wounded and bleeding because those idiots had come after him. Leaning against the door, he folded his arms across his chest. “Take off your robe.”Abigail’s gaze darted about the room. “You’re going to spank me? When I tried to help you?”He pictured her bare assed and laid over his knee. “Hell yeah. You put yourself in danger. I’d never have forgiven myself if those bastards had put a bullet in you. Why are you still wearing your robe?”He knew this pushed her boundaries, but he needed to make her understand how much he needed her to stay safe. Okay, he suspected no one had spanked her even when she’d been a child, so he’d go easy on her virgin ass. Afterward, he’d screw her, if she still wanted him. “Normally I’d blister your bare butt with a paddle or spank it until you couldn’t sit for a week. For the first time, I’ll limit your punishment to five bare-bottom slaps.”
Buy LinksLoose idAll RomanceAmazon USAAmazon UK
Author bioKryssie’s a girl who loves to shopping, history, and writing. Back in 2001 disaster struck and her heart valve collapse. Even her heart specialist told her to make her will. Prognosis shocking. Outcome amazing. Ever since Kryssie’s been chasing her dreams. She’s visited the ancient Greek sites she read about as child, taken a trip to Pompeii, and visited the Orkney Islands.Her biggest challenge was writing the book she always swore she’d get around to one day. It took a while, and being dyslexic, she lacked the confidence to self-publish. Fortunately, Loose id accepted her first book, To Wed a Werewolf, and she’s been writing ever since.Social LInks
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/KryssiesFortune Twitter - https://twitter.com/KryssieFortune,Blog - http://kryssiefortune.blogspot.co.uk/Website -http://kryssiefortune.wixsite.com/kryssie
April 8, 2017
Her Rogue Viking ~ By Ashe Barker
He has her body. Will she give him her heart?
I'm thrilled to have Ashe Barker back on my blog sharing her latest release Her Rogue Viking
A note from Ashe:
I have always been fascinated by Vikings. Strong, sexy warriors, ruthless, dominant and determined – what’s not to like? It was only a matter of time before I wove a story around these fierce raiders who rampaged through Scotland and England for over three centuries, eventually settling and leaving their indelible mark on our history.
A Viking raid was indeed a ferocious affair. They relied on what would nowadays probably be termed ‘shock and awe’ swooping in from the sea on their fast dragon ships to attack with vicious and deadly effect. The Nordic raiders would be gone almost as swiftly as they arrived, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The modern equivalent would be a helicopter attack on a sleepy rural village by SWAT teams armed with automatic weapons– the local people would hardly know what hit them.
I have employed a certain amount of poetic license, but I was determined to recreate the Viking era to the best of my ability – their homes, their clothing, what they ate, how they lived. I hope readers will be as entranced as I am by these creative and charismatic raiders, and perhaps forgive them their more outrageous little foibles.
To celebrate the release of this hot Viking spanky novel, Ashe is running a rafflecopter
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Blurb
Though Fiona puts up a brave fight when her village is raided by Vikings, she ends up being carried off over the broad shoulders of Ulfric Freysson, the leader of the Norsemen. The stern, ruggedly handsome warrior quickly makes it clear that she belongs to him now, and her best efforts to escape merely earn Fiona a painful, humiliating switching on her bare bottom.
Her captor’s bold dominance sets Fiona’s passion ablaze, and when he brings her to his bed she cannot help begging for him to claim her completely. As Ulfric begins training her to please him in any way he demands, Fiona finds herself falling in love with her new master, but she soon realizes that there are those among his people who still see her as an enemy. When her life is threatened by a member of his own family, will he stand ready to protect her no matter the cost?
Publisher’s Note: Her Rogue Viking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Buy on Amazon or Read Chapter 1 for free
Here's a Sexy Spanky Snippet
Ulfric carried her to the fallen tree and set her down beside it, taking care to allow her to lower her good leg first. Then, still ensuring that her weight remained on her uninjured foot, Ulfric helped Fiona to turn and face the trunk, then eased her torso forward until she was balanced across it. The furs and blanket provided a soft cushion. Fiona could find no reason to complain that her comfort was not considered as Ulfric patted her soon-to-be-punished bottom.
“I will lift you a little higher, to ensure that your feet are off the ground and taking no weight, and to offer me a better target, naturally.” He did not wait for any further comment from Fiona. In moments she was dangling over the tree trunk, her feet inches from the bare earth and her head and shoulders balancing her weight on the other side. The grass and a light dusting of fallen leaves were just inches from her nose but she could just make out their shapes in the gathering gloom as she quivered in this unfamiliar and vulnerable position.
Her father had been no disciplinarian. In all her nineteen summers no one had ever so much as slapped her wrist, let alone bent her over a fallen tree for a public switching. Fiona wondered if it was possible to die of humiliation.
She managed not to whimper as her skirts were raised above her waist, then tucked under the woven braid that served as a belt. Fiona was acutely aware of the half dozen or so Viking warriors who had gathered to observe the proceedings. They were all now afforded a fine view of her upturned, naked buttocks. She was glad she could not decipher the exact meaning of their calls and remarks, though the general gist was plain enough.
The jocularity ceased abruptly at a word from Ulfric. The men remained in place, watching, but they no longer offered their lewd observations.
Fiona was accustomed to harsh winters, but the bitter chill of this Nordic early evening was equal to anything she could recall in her own country. She shivered as the icy breeze caressed her bare backside and could not help clenching as Ulfric bent to select the first switch.
“Fear not, little wench. You shall soon be feeling a good deal warmer.” He swung the switch in an experimental arc, slow at first, then fast enough to produce an ominous whistle. Fiona shrieked.
Ulfric chuckled and moved in close. He laid the palm of his free hand on her bottom, the caress almost affectionate. “Try not to clench, though I realise it is difficult. Are you ready?”
There was nothing to be gained by delaying matters. Fiona nodded, then clenched her bound hands into fists as she tensed for the first stroke.
“Aagh!” She let out a shrill scream as fire exploded across her right buttock. Her entire body jerked with the force of the blow, though she had been expecting it. This hurt though, more than she had ever imagined.
“One,” Ulfric intoned. “Be still, Celt. Settle down and we shall continue.”Somehow, through the haze of pain, she heard his words and managed to obey. Moments later fire snaked across her left cheek.
“Ooh!” Sweet Jesus, can I bear this?
“Two. Now relax, you do not wish to drag this out, I am sure.”
He was right, she did not. Fiona willed her tense muscles to soften and drew in a shuddering breath.
“Three. Four.”
She was managing the pain just slightly better now, no longer so shocked by the intensity of sensation. She managed not to cry out, and needed no further reminders to keep her buttocks soft.
“That is good. Five. Six. Seven.”
Fiona writhed against the blanket. Despite her determination to bear this ordeal with fortitude she was unable to remain still, nor could she contain her tears that flowed unchecked across her face.
Ulfric paused to once again lay his palm over her throbbing backside. Her bottom was on fire and she flinched under his touch though he was not rough with her.
“You are doing well. Just three more to go. Shall I continue, Fiona?”
No! Enough! “Yes. Please, just finish this and let me get up.”
More about Ashe Barker
USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research. Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel. At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too. Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.
Ashe loves to hear from readers. Here are her social media links:Newsletter sign-upwww.ashebarker.comFacebookTwitterInstagramPinterestGoodreadsOr you can email her direct on ashe.barker1@gmail.com
I'm thrilled to have Ashe Barker back on my blog sharing her latest release Her Rogue Viking
A note from Ashe:
I have always been fascinated by Vikings. Strong, sexy warriors, ruthless, dominant and determined – what’s not to like? It was only a matter of time before I wove a story around these fierce raiders who rampaged through Scotland and England for over three centuries, eventually settling and leaving their indelible mark on our history.
A Viking raid was indeed a ferocious affair. They relied on what would nowadays probably be termed ‘shock and awe’ swooping in from the sea on their fast dragon ships to attack with vicious and deadly effect. The Nordic raiders would be gone almost as swiftly as they arrived, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The modern equivalent would be a helicopter attack on a sleepy rural village by SWAT teams armed with automatic weapons– the local people would hardly know what hit them.
I have employed a certain amount of poetic license, but I was determined to recreate the Viking era to the best of my ability – their homes, their clothing, what they ate, how they lived. I hope readers will be as entranced as I am by these creative and charismatic raiders, and perhaps forgive them their more outrageous little foibles.
To celebrate the release of this hot Viking spanky novel, Ashe is running a rafflecopter
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Blurb
Though Fiona puts up a brave fight when her village is raided by Vikings, she ends up being carried off over the broad shoulders of Ulfric Freysson, the leader of the Norsemen. The stern, ruggedly handsome warrior quickly makes it clear that she belongs to him now, and her best efforts to escape merely earn Fiona a painful, humiliating switching on her bare bottom.
Her captor’s bold dominance sets Fiona’s passion ablaze, and when he brings her to his bed she cannot help begging for him to claim her completely. As Ulfric begins training her to please him in any way he demands, Fiona finds herself falling in love with her new master, but she soon realizes that there are those among his people who still see her as an enemy. When her life is threatened by a member of his own family, will he stand ready to protect her no matter the cost?
Publisher’s Note: Her Rogue Viking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Buy on Amazon or Read Chapter 1 for free
Here's a Sexy Spanky Snippet
Ulfric carried her to the fallen tree and set her down beside it, taking care to allow her to lower her good leg first. Then, still ensuring that her weight remained on her uninjured foot, Ulfric helped Fiona to turn and face the trunk, then eased her torso forward until she was balanced across it. The furs and blanket provided a soft cushion. Fiona could find no reason to complain that her comfort was not considered as Ulfric patted her soon-to-be-punished bottom.
“I will lift you a little higher, to ensure that your feet are off the ground and taking no weight, and to offer me a better target, naturally.” He did not wait for any further comment from Fiona. In moments she was dangling over the tree trunk, her feet inches from the bare earth and her head and shoulders balancing her weight on the other side. The grass and a light dusting of fallen leaves were just inches from her nose but she could just make out their shapes in the gathering gloom as she quivered in this unfamiliar and vulnerable position.
Her father had been no disciplinarian. In all her nineteen summers no one had ever so much as slapped her wrist, let alone bent her over a fallen tree for a public switching. Fiona wondered if it was possible to die of humiliation.
She managed not to whimper as her skirts were raised above her waist, then tucked under the woven braid that served as a belt. Fiona was acutely aware of the half dozen or so Viking warriors who had gathered to observe the proceedings. They were all now afforded a fine view of her upturned, naked buttocks. She was glad she could not decipher the exact meaning of their calls and remarks, though the general gist was plain enough.
The jocularity ceased abruptly at a word from Ulfric. The men remained in place, watching, but they no longer offered their lewd observations.
Fiona was accustomed to harsh winters, but the bitter chill of this Nordic early evening was equal to anything she could recall in her own country. She shivered as the icy breeze caressed her bare backside and could not help clenching as Ulfric bent to select the first switch.
“Fear not, little wench. You shall soon be feeling a good deal warmer.” He swung the switch in an experimental arc, slow at first, then fast enough to produce an ominous whistle. Fiona shrieked.
Ulfric chuckled and moved in close. He laid the palm of his free hand on her bottom, the caress almost affectionate. “Try not to clench, though I realise it is difficult. Are you ready?”
There was nothing to be gained by delaying matters. Fiona nodded, then clenched her bound hands into fists as she tensed for the first stroke.
“Aagh!” She let out a shrill scream as fire exploded across her right buttock. Her entire body jerked with the force of the blow, though she had been expecting it. This hurt though, more than she had ever imagined.
“One,” Ulfric intoned. “Be still, Celt. Settle down and we shall continue.”Somehow, through the haze of pain, she heard his words and managed to obey. Moments later fire snaked across her left cheek.
“Ooh!” Sweet Jesus, can I bear this?
“Two. Now relax, you do not wish to drag this out, I am sure.”
He was right, she did not. Fiona willed her tense muscles to soften and drew in a shuddering breath.
“Three. Four.”
She was managing the pain just slightly better now, no longer so shocked by the intensity of sensation. She managed not to cry out, and needed no further reminders to keep her buttocks soft.
“That is good. Five. Six. Seven.”
Fiona writhed against the blanket. Despite her determination to bear this ordeal with fortitude she was unable to remain still, nor could she contain her tears that flowed unchecked across her face.
Ulfric paused to once again lay his palm over her throbbing backside. Her bottom was on fire and she flinched under his touch though he was not rough with her.
“You are doing well. Just three more to go. Shall I continue, Fiona?”
No! Enough! “Yes. Please, just finish this and let me get up.”
More about Ashe Barker
USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research. Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel. At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too. Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.
Ashe loves to hear from readers. Here are her social media links:Newsletter sign-upwww.ashebarker.comFacebookTwitterInstagramPinterestGoodreadsOr you can email her direct on ashe.barker1@gmail.com
April 7, 2017
Handling Susannah ~ by Amelia Smarts
What happens when a rancher searching for sweet, virginal bride meets a hotheaded, unwed mother? Passionate romance and spankings, of course!
Amelia Smarts is one of my favourite western spanky authors and I'm thrilled to have her on my blog sharing her latest western spanky release Handling Susannah
Amelia Smarts is one of my favourite western spanky authors and I'm thrilled to have her on my blog sharing her latest western spanky release Handling Susannah
April 5, 2017
BJ Wane is here with Bound By Two
Virginia Bluebloods Christmas Novella Book 5
Blurb:After overhearing her husband and doctor plotting against her, Danielle Morrison flees her home in West Virginia. A few weeks later, after finding a place to lay low for a while in Richmond, she ends up stranded in an unfamiliar parking lot one night. Two caring, protective and dominant men come to her rescue then offer her a glimpse into a lifestyle she never imagined would be for her. Soon she can’t resist either man or the sexual exploration they offered her, but will her secrets jeopardize her new relationships as well as her freedom?Dale Evans and Eli Jackson have been best friends since serving in the military together after discovering they both had a penchant for BDSM and a love of ménage in common. Neither can resist the pull of Dani’s vulnerability, fear and open curiosity about their lifestyle, but their every effort to learn more about her over the next weeks is met with unbending resistance. After learning part of what she was keeping from them, they back away from her in anger and disappointment only to return too late. Will their mistake cost Dani everything, or will they come to her rescue in time to save her from her husband’s threats?
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, elements of BDSM, power exchange and explicit sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
Buy on Amazon
Excerpt:
She took a deep breath, her heart racing from the adrenaline rush of the exercise and grappling with Eli. The thin clothing offered no protection against the hard press of his body as he maneuvered close to demonstrate the correct moves. And her low hisses and silent glares every time he casually brushed his thumb over a nipple or made sure she felt his semi-erect cock against her butt or mound didn’t faze him in the least. His cocky grin and flirtatious wink added to the constant, sluggish flow of heat through her body. She couldn’t look away from the stunning picture of male perfection he made as she watched him grapple shirtless with the other instructor for the past fifteen minutes, his abs rippling with their moves, his muscled biceps bulging as they wrestled. He had her in such a state, she knew she’d do whatever he wanted, and by the look on his face as he turned from locking the doors, closing the front blinds and padded over to where she still sat cross legged in the middle of the room, he wanted her. That alone thrilled her beyond words.Reaching a hand down, Eli hauled her to her feet and against him, the now silent gym the perfect place to reel her in. “Have you decided if you want to return to The Warehouse tonight?” He punctuated his question with a nip on the tender skin of her neck.“I’m not sure,” she answered in all honesty. “What will you do?”“Attempt to get to know you better.” Pulling her in front of him so they were facing the mirrored wall, he kept his eyes on her face in the glass as he reached down and slowly pulled her top up.
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Blurb:After overhearing her husband and doctor plotting against her, Danielle Morrison flees her home in West Virginia. A few weeks later, after finding a place to lay low for a while in Richmond, she ends up stranded in an unfamiliar parking lot one night. Two caring, protective and dominant men come to her rescue then offer her a glimpse into a lifestyle she never imagined would be for her. Soon she can’t resist either man or the sexual exploration they offered her, but will her secrets jeopardize her new relationships as well as her freedom?Dale Evans and Eli Jackson have been best friends since serving in the military together after discovering they both had a penchant for BDSM and a love of ménage in common. Neither can resist the pull of Dani’s vulnerability, fear and open curiosity about their lifestyle, but their every effort to learn more about her over the next weeks is met with unbending resistance. After learning part of what she was keeping from them, they back away from her in anger and disappointment only to return too late. Will their mistake cost Dani everything, or will they come to her rescue in time to save her from her husband’s threats?
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, elements of BDSM, power exchange and explicit sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
Buy on Amazon
Excerpt:
She took a deep breath, her heart racing from the adrenaline rush of the exercise and grappling with Eli. The thin clothing offered no protection against the hard press of his body as he maneuvered close to demonstrate the correct moves. And her low hisses and silent glares every time he casually brushed his thumb over a nipple or made sure she felt his semi-erect cock against her butt or mound didn’t faze him in the least. His cocky grin and flirtatious wink added to the constant, sluggish flow of heat through her body. She couldn’t look away from the stunning picture of male perfection he made as she watched him grapple shirtless with the other instructor for the past fifteen minutes, his abs rippling with their moves, his muscled biceps bulging as they wrestled. He had her in such a state, she knew she’d do whatever he wanted, and by the look on his face as he turned from locking the doors, closing the front blinds and padded over to where she still sat cross legged in the middle of the room, he wanted her. That alone thrilled her beyond words.Reaching a hand down, Eli hauled her to her feet and against him, the now silent gym the perfect place to reel her in. “Have you decided if you want to return to The Warehouse tonight?” He punctuated his question with a nip on the tender skin of her neck.“I’m not sure,” she answered in all honesty. “What will you do?”“Attempt to get to know you better.” Pulling her in front of him so they were facing the mirrored wall, he kept his eyes on her face in the glass as he reached down and slowly pulled her top up.
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March 28, 2017
#WipitupWednesday Hot #menage #ageplay coming soon!
Did you love Daddy Takes the Reins? If you haven't read it yet, you might want to check it out - it's FREE on KU - because the sequel is coming soon!
This is Luke and Cody's story. It's full of hot alpha males, with lots of threesome sex and spankings within a mild ageplay dynamic.
And because I couldn't wait any longer to share it with you, here's a snippet (please remember, this is raw, unedited work)
Luke sat down on the futon and watched as Jen’s eyes darted nervously around the small space. Their horse truck was big and modern, but with the three of them in there, the living quarters were cramped.“What’s going to happen now?” Jen asked, her voice breaking. Was it nerves? Guilt? Fear? For the fraction of a second, he felt sorry for her. Then he remembered why they were here – what she had done.“Cody’s going to put you across his knee and spank your bare bottom,” he informed her. “And I’m going to watch.”He heard her sharp intake of breath, saw the colour drain from her face. He watched her stiffen when Cody first took her hand but she visibly relaxed when he stroked her knuckles with his thumb. And she didn’t appear to struggle as Cody tugged her gently down across his lap. She didn’t move when Cody eased her pants down her thighs, sliding both her jodhpurs and knickers down to her knees, and locking her legs in place beneath his.Cody rested his palm on her bottom, waiting. The whole time, Jen stayed frozen, her eyes wide in shock, her hands trembling. Luke could see her biting her lower lip; any harder and she’d put her teeth through it.“Give me your hands.” Reaching forward, Luke picked up her fingers, entwining them in his, holding them gently, feeling her trembling hands still as he held them. “Look at me,” he commanded softly.She looked at him through her lashes, her eyes showing just the hint of fear. He felt the tiniest thrill of satisfaction at her panic. It was nothing less than she deserved – she’d stolen from him, after all.“You are to hold my gaze while Cody turns your bottom red. I want you to look into my eyes while you are being punished and remember why you are here – that you attempted to steal from me.”
Available on Amazon
And here's some pictures that inspired me during the writing of this book: (All of these are stolen off Pinterest, they are not my pictures)
Inspiration for Cody
Inspiration for Luke
Inspiration for the Lewis brothers Don't forget to check out all the other participants in this blog hop!~ A CHAT WITH DARYL DEVORE ~
To save Darien's life his brother asks, "Can you walk in high heels?"
Daryl Devore has popped over today to share book 1 of the Two Heart One Love trilogy: What Happens in Bangkok .
What's your genre or do you write in more than one?
I write in erotic anything. If I can stick erotic in front of it, I'll have a go at it. I have 2 erotic contemporary billionaire stories, an erotic twisted fairy tale, an erotic medieval romance, an erotic contemporary fantasy, an erotic contemporary crash romance, and an erotic rock star romance.
Did you choose your genre or did it choose you?
It was chosen for me. I wrote a romance. Someone suggested making it hotter and ta da – erotic romance writer.
Is there any genre you'd like to try? Or is there one you wouldn't?
I don't think I'd ever want to try Creative Literary Fiction. Definitely not my cup of tea.
What fiction do you read for pleasure?
Mysteries – I have all of Agatha Christies, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Dorothy L Sayers' works, plus several other authors.
Tell me a bit about yourself and what inspired you to become a writer? I live on the Ontario side of the Ontario/Quebec border. When I'm not writing, I'm a yoga class. As to what inspired me - I learned to print and was able then to put my stories on paper.
What is your greatest temptation:
In men: Matt Damon – hands down – no question.In food: chocolate – no wait- cookies – oooh chocolate cookiesIn clothes: jeans – I'm a pretty casual person although I love checking out $900 Prada heels.
Your dream home - mountains or ocean? Ocean. My motto – Sun. Sand. Sea water.
Do you have a daily writing routine? If so, please share. Let's see. I get up. Head to my laptop. Check emails. Then chaos ensues as life kicks in. So no – no writing routine.
What is your favorite book? I have no idea. I have book shelves full of my favourite book.
What is your favorite movie? The Bird Cage.
Who is your favorite historical figure? Favourite historical figure???? Hmmm - let's go for Joan of Arc – girl had courage.
What do you have out now?
What Happens in Bangkok
To save Darien's life his brother asks, "Can you walk in high heels?" Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo.
Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now he's running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.
Disguised as a drag queen, he's hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.
Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?
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Excerpt:
He rolled his neck and shoulders as the heat worked its way into the tension. Again with the pity-party. Hmph, must be the wine talking.A soft pop in his neck signaled the release of some tension. Wine talking? Could I have misinterpreted what Erika meant about the wine?A spark of hope surged up from the depth that Darien had shoved it, but was immediately crushed. He slapped his hand on the wall. Stop being so stupid. She's not interested in anything long term. You are so off your game. Tired from the tour, then the stress of the shooting. Have a few laughs, then go home and get back to being Darien Scott.With his head tilted upward, the rain-like steam trickled over his face and dribbled down his back. But it would've been nice. Her kisses ― what the…The pressure of two lips against his bare upper arm snapped him from his thoughts. He lowered his face, swiped at the water, then opened his eyes.No, he hadn't imagined the kiss. Standing next to him was Erika, fully clothed. An unverbalized hope had materialized beside him. She smiled as he turned to face her. A mixture of thoughts and questions shot through his mind. She silenced them all with the soft pressure of her finger on his lips.Darien stretched out his hand to cup her cheek, but she slipped back out of his reach. She lifted her arms and dragged her fingers through her short hair, released her head and shook it. Droplets splashed against the wall. She moved forward a step so that the water spraying out splashed against her breasts and belly. Her blouse stuck to her like a second skin.The vision of his peeling her blouse off and exposing her breasts brought his cock to attention. She lowered her gaze, running her tongue over her top lip. Darien swallowed–hard.She pulled her fingers from behind her neck, trickled the back of them down her cheeks to her chest, then paused. Extending a finger, she toyed with the top button of her blouse.Darien's focus locked on to even the tiniest movement. The flutter of an eyelid hit him deep in his belly. Erika spun away from him, shifting to peer over her shoulder. She matched his gaze and didn't blink. Water streamed down her cheeks, dripping off the end of her nose. Jealousy burned in Darien that the water could touch her and he knew he wouldn't be allowed. She planned on driving him crazy and he was willing to let her.With the fluid grace of a dancer, Erika extended her arms, reached behind and tugged her blouse out of her waistband. She moved her hands before her. Although Darien couldn't see, he knew she'd undone the top button of her blouse. She opened the collar, exposing a bit of neck, then released another button, pulling the top of the blouse open a bit more. The fourth time, Darien had to clench his hands to stop from storming over, grabbing her blouse and ripping it open.He wanted to–craved–to see her naked. Sprawled out beneath him. But he'd wait. The anticipation was sublime.
Where can eager fans find you?Blog - http://daryldevore.blogspot.com
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Daryl Devore has popped over today to share book 1 of the Two Heart One Love trilogy: What Happens in Bangkok .
What's your genre or do you write in more than one?
I write in erotic anything. If I can stick erotic in front of it, I'll have a go at it. I have 2 erotic contemporary billionaire stories, an erotic twisted fairy tale, an erotic medieval romance, an erotic contemporary fantasy, an erotic contemporary crash romance, and an erotic rock star romance.
Did you choose your genre or did it choose you?
It was chosen for me. I wrote a romance. Someone suggested making it hotter and ta da – erotic romance writer.
Is there any genre you'd like to try? Or is there one you wouldn't?
I don't think I'd ever want to try Creative Literary Fiction. Definitely not my cup of tea.
What fiction do you read for pleasure?
Mysteries – I have all of Agatha Christies, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Dorothy L Sayers' works, plus several other authors.
Tell me a bit about yourself and what inspired you to become a writer? I live on the Ontario side of the Ontario/Quebec border. When I'm not writing, I'm a yoga class. As to what inspired me - I learned to print and was able then to put my stories on paper.
What is your greatest temptation:
In men: Matt Damon – hands down – no question.In food: chocolate – no wait- cookies – oooh chocolate cookiesIn clothes: jeans – I'm a pretty casual person although I love checking out $900 Prada heels.
Your dream home - mountains or ocean? Ocean. My motto – Sun. Sand. Sea water.
Do you have a daily writing routine? If so, please share. Let's see. I get up. Head to my laptop. Check emails. Then chaos ensues as life kicks in. So no – no writing routine.
What is your favorite book? I have no idea. I have book shelves full of my favourite book.
What is your favorite movie? The Bird Cage.
Who is your favorite historical figure? Favourite historical figure???? Hmmm - let's go for Joan of Arc – girl had courage.
What do you have out now?
What Happens in Bangkok
To save Darien's life his brother asks, "Can you walk in high heels?" Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo.
Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now he's running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.
Disguised as a drag queen, he's hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.
Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?
exstasy books Amazon Kobo Amazon .ca
Excerpt:
He rolled his neck and shoulders as the heat worked its way into the tension. Again with the pity-party. Hmph, must be the wine talking.A soft pop in his neck signaled the release of some tension. Wine talking? Could I have misinterpreted what Erika meant about the wine?A spark of hope surged up from the depth that Darien had shoved it, but was immediately crushed. He slapped his hand on the wall. Stop being so stupid. She's not interested in anything long term. You are so off your game. Tired from the tour, then the stress of the shooting. Have a few laughs, then go home and get back to being Darien Scott.With his head tilted upward, the rain-like steam trickled over his face and dribbled down his back. But it would've been nice. Her kisses ― what the…The pressure of two lips against his bare upper arm snapped him from his thoughts. He lowered his face, swiped at the water, then opened his eyes.No, he hadn't imagined the kiss. Standing next to him was Erika, fully clothed. An unverbalized hope had materialized beside him. She smiled as he turned to face her. A mixture of thoughts and questions shot through his mind. She silenced them all with the soft pressure of her finger on his lips.Darien stretched out his hand to cup her cheek, but she slipped back out of his reach. She lifted her arms and dragged her fingers through her short hair, released her head and shook it. Droplets splashed against the wall. She moved forward a step so that the water spraying out splashed against her breasts and belly. Her blouse stuck to her like a second skin.The vision of his peeling her blouse off and exposing her breasts brought his cock to attention. She lowered her gaze, running her tongue over her top lip. Darien swallowed–hard.She pulled her fingers from behind her neck, trickled the back of them down her cheeks to her chest, then paused. Extending a finger, she toyed with the top button of her blouse.Darien's focus locked on to even the tiniest movement. The flutter of an eyelid hit him deep in his belly. Erika spun away from him, shifting to peer over her shoulder. She matched his gaze and didn't blink. Water streamed down her cheeks, dripping off the end of her nose. Jealousy burned in Darien that the water could touch her and he knew he wouldn't be allowed. She planned on driving him crazy and he was willing to let her.With the fluid grace of a dancer, Erika extended her arms, reached behind and tugged her blouse out of her waistband. She moved her hands before her. Although Darien couldn't see, he knew she'd undone the top button of her blouse. She opened the collar, exposing a bit of neck, then released another button, pulling the top of the blouse open a bit more. The fourth time, Darien had to clench his hands to stop from storming over, grabbing her blouse and ripping it open.He wanted to–craved–to see her naked. Sprawled out beneath him. But he'd wait. The anticipation was sublime.
Where can eager fans find you?Blog - http://daryldevore.blogspot.comFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/pages/Daryl-Devore/280168402052520
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March 21, 2017
Sadie Says I Do ~ by Libby Campbell
I'm thrilled to have Libby Campbell back on my blog with book 3 of her Simon in Charge series:
Sadie Says I Do
Sadie wants to fix the world. Simon wants to rule it. Starting with her.
You can find books 1 and 2 in the series here and here .
Blurb:
Sadie and Simon are ready to exchange vows. Almost. All they need now is a place to call home. Once that detail is settled, Sadie promises she’ll start planning the wedding. Money is no object and a realtor finds them a house they love immediately. Could it possibly be that easy?Of course not! An outstanding claim means the title won’t be free for a few months yet. In the meantime, Sadie wants to carve out a life with a daily routine focused on volunteer work with homeless people. Haunted by a ghost from his past, Simon wants to resume his life of international travel at least until the house is theirs.Can they find a happy medium?
This is book 3 in the Simon in Charge series. It can be enjoyed as a standalone novel and includes that all-important HEA.
Publishers’ note: Sadie Says I Do is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or spanking of minors.
A sexy spanky excerpt:
After shampooing my hair, I washed my body with the Lady Million shower gel my mother had given me the week before. The smell was white honey and jasmine, a gentle contrast to the citrus Coco Mademoiselle I usually wore. Mom’s best friend had given it to her as a get well gift after her car accident but nothing would persuade my mother to use anything other than Chanel No. 5.If Mom could have seen me standing in that shower, quaking slightly at the thought of what was to come, she would have told me to run for shelter. She didn’t know the rush of love that came with the spankings.I’d been with Simon long enough to appreciate the way that spankings cleared the slate with him. He’d punish me for breaking his rules and then he’d forgive and forget my trespasses. The air would be fresh again, as if a terrible thunderstorm had rolled through, renewing and invigorating the world.I knew couples whose partnerships were battlegrounds. When one did something the other didn’t like, sulks and bickering ensued. The grievances often snowballed to dissatisfaction of major proportions. Simon’s spankings were an efficient way of resolving conflict and I loved the tender way he held me after.Still I hoped to disarm him just a little so I tiptoed into his office, the water from my shower still beading on my skin. When he looked up at me, his pupils dilated. I bit back a giggle of triumph and lowered my eyes so he couldn’t see the victory in them.He pointed and I walked to the bedroom in front of him, dragging my feet ever so slightly. This time he sat in the armchair by the window. We were on the top floor of the tallest building around so no one could see in. Yet standing in front of that open door to the patio made shyness creep over me.“Close it.” He nodded at the door with his uncanny way of knowing what was worrying me.“And the curtains?” I asked hopefully.“No. No one can see us but I don’t want anyone to hear the unmistakable sounds of a naughty girl having her bottom warmed.At those humiliating words, warm dampness rose between my legs. I stepped quickly and closed the window, determined not to give Simon more cause to spank me. His stern face said he had enough reasons already. He indicated for me to kneel in front of him and I scrambled to obey.
Libby Campbell, mischief maker and dreamer
Libby lives on the West Coast of Canada with her husband of over twenty-five years. An avid reader, she savors books that feature strong, independent women and the loving men who challenge them.
She loves mountain hikes, deep bubble baths, and all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big dogs who think they are lap dogs. A woman for all seasons, Libby is happy cuddling in front of a winter fire, watching a summer sunset, listening to birds in the spring and walking in the autumn rain.
Optimistic by nature, Libby wants a solid HEA in her reading and her writing. She hopes you will enjoy escaping to the dream worlds where she spends far too much time.
Recently she’s been dipping into Pinterest and building boards with images of people and places that inspire her characters and the worlds they live in.
Connect with Libby Campbell on social media:
Visit her website and blog here: Libby CampbellFind her on Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/Libby-Campbell-849543415164235/Follow her on Twitter: @LibbyC26 Visit her Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Libby-Campbell/e/B01B75CENWPinterest: https://nz.pinterest.com/libby3054/
Sadie wants to fix the world. Simon wants to rule it. Starting with her.
You can find books 1 and 2 in the series here and here .
Blurb:
Sadie and Simon are ready to exchange vows. Almost. All they need now is a place to call home. Once that detail is settled, Sadie promises she’ll start planning the wedding. Money is no object and a realtor finds them a house they love immediately. Could it possibly be that easy?Of course not! An outstanding claim means the title won’t be free for a few months yet. In the meantime, Sadie wants to carve out a life with a daily routine focused on volunteer work with homeless people. Haunted by a ghost from his past, Simon wants to resume his life of international travel at least until the house is theirs.Can they find a happy medium?
This is book 3 in the Simon in Charge series. It can be enjoyed as a standalone novel and includes that all-important HEA.
Publishers’ note: Sadie Says I Do is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or spanking of minors.
A sexy spanky excerpt:
After shampooing my hair, I washed my body with the Lady Million shower gel my mother had given me the week before. The smell was white honey and jasmine, a gentle contrast to the citrus Coco Mademoiselle I usually wore. Mom’s best friend had given it to her as a get well gift after her car accident but nothing would persuade my mother to use anything other than Chanel No. 5.If Mom could have seen me standing in that shower, quaking slightly at the thought of what was to come, she would have told me to run for shelter. She didn’t know the rush of love that came with the spankings.I’d been with Simon long enough to appreciate the way that spankings cleared the slate with him. He’d punish me for breaking his rules and then he’d forgive and forget my trespasses. The air would be fresh again, as if a terrible thunderstorm had rolled through, renewing and invigorating the world.I knew couples whose partnerships were battlegrounds. When one did something the other didn’t like, sulks and bickering ensued. The grievances often snowballed to dissatisfaction of major proportions. Simon’s spankings were an efficient way of resolving conflict and I loved the tender way he held me after.Still I hoped to disarm him just a little so I tiptoed into his office, the water from my shower still beading on my skin. When he looked up at me, his pupils dilated. I bit back a giggle of triumph and lowered my eyes so he couldn’t see the victory in them.He pointed and I walked to the bedroom in front of him, dragging my feet ever so slightly. This time he sat in the armchair by the window. We were on the top floor of the tallest building around so no one could see in. Yet standing in front of that open door to the patio made shyness creep over me.“Close it.” He nodded at the door with his uncanny way of knowing what was worrying me.“And the curtains?” I asked hopefully.“No. No one can see us but I don’t want anyone to hear the unmistakable sounds of a naughty girl having her bottom warmed.At those humiliating words, warm dampness rose between my legs. I stepped quickly and closed the window, determined not to give Simon more cause to spank me. His stern face said he had enough reasons already. He indicated for me to kneel in front of him and I scrambled to obey.
Libby Campbell, mischief maker and dreamer
Libby lives on the West Coast of Canada with her husband of over twenty-five years. An avid reader, she savors books that feature strong, independent women and the loving men who challenge them.
She loves mountain hikes, deep bubble baths, and all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big dogs who think they are lap dogs. A woman for all seasons, Libby is happy cuddling in front of a winter fire, watching a summer sunset, listening to birds in the spring and walking in the autumn rain.
Optimistic by nature, Libby wants a solid HEA in her reading and her writing. She hopes you will enjoy escaping to the dream worlds where she spends far too much time.
Recently she’s been dipping into Pinterest and building boards with images of people and places that inspire her characters and the worlds they live in.
Connect with Libby Campbell on social media:
Visit her website and blog here: Libby CampbellFind her on Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/Libby-Campbell-849543415164235/Follow her on Twitter: @LibbyC26 Visit her Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Libby-Campbell/e/B01B75CENWPinterest: https://nz.pinterest.com/libby3054/
March 12, 2017
A Cowboy's Passion ~ Naked Bluff Texas Series: Book 7
I'm thrilled to have Anita Philmar back on my blog to share Book 7 of her Naked Bluff Texas series
A Cowboy's Passion
- a super hot MFM menage historical western.
Blurb:
Tess Van Pelt doesn't have time to grieve the loss of her husband, not when the wolves are already at the door. Still, she has a lover that is willing to help save her. He introduces her to his cousin, Reece Bristol Smith.
As a lawyer, Reece can keep the debtors at bay. The problem or solution is he can't keep his hands off Tess. With her deceased husband accused of murder and the major creditor making unreasonable demands, Reece has to secure Tess's future in the best way he knows how.
Now, will Tess trust him and his cousin to keep her safe or will he need to teach her a few lessons in handing over control to him?
A Cowboy's Passion is a hot adult erotic mystery that explores the passion of having multiple partners. MFM
Amazon Barnes and Nobles Kobo Smashwords
Hot excerpt:
Reece released her mouth.
She gulped for air.
His lips created a blazing trail along her jaw and dipped to the side of her neck. He nibbled his way up to her ear, using tongue and teeth to touch every inch. He tugged on her earlobe, and she quaked in his arms. "Admit you belong to me."
Strung out on the heavenly path of his hands on her back, ass, and thighs, she worked to put together a coherent reply. "I, uh..."
"Need to answer," he whispered and lifted his head. The blistering intensity of his gaze fell on her face, but her eyelids refused to budge.
She whimpered, hoping he'd realize she wanted to give into his demands. Tears leaked from her eyes. The fortress where she'd stuffed all her emotions over the last few days quivered under the force of the overwhelming burden. Words lined up in her head, but her throat remained clogged.
"Reece, don't torture her." John's voice slashed through her efforts to hide from the pain. "She's been trying so hard to be strong and has denied herself any physical release."
"What? Why would—" Reece captured her waist and tugged her away from his body.
Instantly, a black wave of despair washed over her. Did he intend to reject her? Before she could say a word, John cupped her hips. The hot caress of his clothed body meeting hers sent her mind into the wild scenario of having both of them at once. Then his sensual touch darted over her stomach and toyed with the trim curls between her legs.
"Easy love, we'll take care of you." The hot brush of his words caressed her right cheek. "Reece and I are both hungry for a taste of you. Once he's had his fill, I'll feast on you too."
Other Books in the Naked Bluff, Texas series
In Deep Water Skinny-dipping to cool off in the Trinity River couldn't cause any problems...could it?
In Too Deep The peace of the day is shattered when her best friend steps too far into the Trinity River.
Duty's Bride Can Sadie have a new life or will her old one rear its ugly head?
More Than Ready Can a determined woman win her heart's desire?
A Cowboy's Pleasure Does this cowboy want the job he's being offered?
The Country Doctor's Bride Run from a murder or marry a doctor, which one will she choose?
Bio for Anita Philmar
Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.
Influenced by old movies, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where special moments come to life in a great read.
Naughty or Nice?
Read her books and decide.
Website: http://www.anitaphilmar.com/
Email: anitaphilmar@yahoo.com
Blog: http://www.anitaphilmar.blogspot.com/
FB: www.facebook.com/anita.philmar
GR: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1329767.Anita_Philmar
Twitter: https://twitter.com/anitaphilmar
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Anita-Philmar/e/B002BMBE8C
Blurb:
Tess Van Pelt doesn't have time to grieve the loss of her husband, not when the wolves are already at the door. Still, she has a lover that is willing to help save her. He introduces her to his cousin, Reece Bristol Smith.
As a lawyer, Reece can keep the debtors at bay. The problem or solution is he can't keep his hands off Tess. With her deceased husband accused of murder and the major creditor making unreasonable demands, Reece has to secure Tess's future in the best way he knows how.
Now, will Tess trust him and his cousin to keep her safe or will he need to teach her a few lessons in handing over control to him?
A Cowboy's Passion is a hot adult erotic mystery that explores the passion of having multiple partners. MFM
Amazon Barnes and Nobles Kobo Smashwords
Hot excerpt:
Reece released her mouth.
She gulped for air.
His lips created a blazing trail along her jaw and dipped to the side of her neck. He nibbled his way up to her ear, using tongue and teeth to touch every inch. He tugged on her earlobe, and she quaked in his arms. "Admit you belong to me."
Strung out on the heavenly path of his hands on her back, ass, and thighs, she worked to put together a coherent reply. "I, uh..."
"Need to answer," he whispered and lifted his head. The blistering intensity of his gaze fell on her face, but her eyelids refused to budge.
She whimpered, hoping he'd realize she wanted to give into his demands. Tears leaked from her eyes. The fortress where she'd stuffed all her emotions over the last few days quivered under the force of the overwhelming burden. Words lined up in her head, but her throat remained clogged.
"Reece, don't torture her." John's voice slashed through her efforts to hide from the pain. "She's been trying so hard to be strong and has denied herself any physical release."
"What? Why would—" Reece captured her waist and tugged her away from his body.
Instantly, a black wave of despair washed over her. Did he intend to reject her? Before she could say a word, John cupped her hips. The hot caress of his clothed body meeting hers sent her mind into the wild scenario of having both of them at once. Then his sensual touch darted over her stomach and toyed with the trim curls between her legs.
"Easy love, we'll take care of you." The hot brush of his words caressed her right cheek. "Reece and I are both hungry for a taste of you. Once he's had his fill, I'll feast on you too."
Other Books in the Naked Bluff, Texas series
In Deep Water Skinny-dipping to cool off in the Trinity River couldn't cause any problems...could it?
In Too Deep The peace of the day is shattered when her best friend steps too far into the Trinity River.
Duty's Bride Can Sadie have a new life or will her old one rear its ugly head?
More Than Ready Can a determined woman win her heart's desire?
A Cowboy's Pleasure Does this cowboy want the job he's being offered?
The Country Doctor's Bride Run from a murder or marry a doctor, which one will she choose?
Bio for Anita Philmar
Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.
Influenced by old movies, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where special moments come to life in a great read.
Naughty or Nice?
Read her books and decide.
Website: http://www.anitaphilmar.com/
Email: anitaphilmar@yahoo.com
Blog: http://www.anitaphilmar.blogspot.com/
FB: www.facebook.com/anita.philmar
GR: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1329767.Anita_Philmar
Twitter: https://twitter.com/anitaphilmar
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Anita-Philmar/e/B002BMBE8C
March 11, 2017
The Russian Bride ~ Juliette Banks
I am so thrilled to have Rachel de Vine on my blog today sharing her latest book
The Russian Bride
written under the name Juliette Banks. New name ... but same awesome author!!
Check it out ...
Blurb:
Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants.
Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.
Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.
Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?
Publisher’s Note: This fast-paced tale contains explicit themes including power exchange, capture, multiple sexual partners and discipline. If such material offends, please do not purchase.
Viktor took her to a dark and frightening place. It was the love of James that saved her.
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Excerpt: In the main room there were already a large group of men with their slaves or submissives, as before. The women were in various outfits, but none was dressed as Natasha was. She caught several inquisitive looks, and one man smiled and winked at her. She decided that she had better not respond to him and risk making Viktor angry.He led her by the hand as they went to sit on one of the chairs; or at least, Viktor sat on the chair, and she knelt alongside. There were several displays taking place in front of them, involving a woman being fucked by two men, and another woman being spanked by her Master’s friend, while sucking off a second man. Meanwhile, waiters were winding their way between the various displays, making the whole scene to Natasha seem positively surreal. The women all seemed to be willing victims. There was no sign of any coercion that she could see.Viktor bent and whispered in her ear. “Now is the time for our little display, my dear. There’s no need to worry about it, though.” As if to reassure her, he put his hand under her frock and stroked her bare flank. He spoke out to the men present.“Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to Natasha, my future wife. She is a virgin, and will remain so until we are married. But I wish her to learn about our delightfully wicked ways, so I would like to request that my friend, Grigory, assist me in presenting her to you. She is not to be touched by anyone else here, gentlemen, if you would be so kind as to respect my wishes.”Grigory came alongside them both and indicated to Natasha that she should place herself over Viktor’s lap, which she did, without any hesitation. Already, before either of the men had laid a hand on her, she was excited and could feel the dampness between her thighs. Grigory took the bottom hem of her dress and brought it up and over her body so that her bottom was exposed to the waiting men, all of whom had stopped what they were doing and had turned in their direction.Viktor began to spank her with his hand, slapping her rump hard, one cheek at a time. The room became silent, except for the sound of his hand striking her cheeks. Natasha began to pant a little, as she responded to the stimulation of the spanking. She pushed her bottom out more, as though asking for him to continue.“Ah, your little Natasha is eager to feel the pain that leads to pleasure. She is going to make you a wonderful wife and submissive, Viktor, when she has been fully trained.”
About the author:
This is the third book published by Juliette Banks, but she has also published eight others as Rachel de Vine. Her books, in both names, are all erotic romances, and range from mildly erotic, spanking stories to more explicit, BDSM relationships. In all her stories, however, she likes to include some adventure, and puts her characters through some trying times and problems to overcome before they can expect any chance of a happy conclusion.
When she isn’t writing, Juliette likes to travel to exotic places all over the world, and has been doing this since her twenties. But she also loves the beautiful British landscape, and lives in a lovely part of central England. She adores reading, listening to music, and being with her wonderful extended family.
Websites for both Juliette Banks and Rachel de Vine
www.racheldevineauthor.com
https://racheldevineauthor.wordpress.com
Twitter: www.twitter.com/juliettebanksuk
www.twitter.com/racheldevineuk
Facebook pages:
https://www.facebook.com/juliettebankstherussianbride/
https://www.facebook.com/juliettebanksauthor/
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Blurb:
Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants.
Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.
Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.
Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?
Publisher’s Note: This fast-paced tale contains explicit themes including power exchange, capture, multiple sexual partners and discipline. If such material offends, please do not purchase.
Viktor took her to a dark and frightening place. It was the love of James that saved her.
Amazon Amazon UK Amazon Canada Amazon Australia
Excerpt: In the main room there were already a large group of men with their slaves or submissives, as before. The women were in various outfits, but none was dressed as Natasha was. She caught several inquisitive looks, and one man smiled and winked at her. She decided that she had better not respond to him and risk making Viktor angry.He led her by the hand as they went to sit on one of the chairs; or at least, Viktor sat on the chair, and she knelt alongside. There were several displays taking place in front of them, involving a woman being fucked by two men, and another woman being spanked by her Master’s friend, while sucking off a second man. Meanwhile, waiters were winding their way between the various displays, making the whole scene to Natasha seem positively surreal. The women all seemed to be willing victims. There was no sign of any coercion that she could see.Viktor bent and whispered in her ear. “Now is the time for our little display, my dear. There’s no need to worry about it, though.” As if to reassure her, he put his hand under her frock and stroked her bare flank. He spoke out to the men present.“Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to Natasha, my future wife. She is a virgin, and will remain so until we are married. But I wish her to learn about our delightfully wicked ways, so I would like to request that my friend, Grigory, assist me in presenting her to you. She is not to be touched by anyone else here, gentlemen, if you would be so kind as to respect my wishes.”Grigory came alongside them both and indicated to Natasha that she should place herself over Viktor’s lap, which she did, without any hesitation. Already, before either of the men had laid a hand on her, she was excited and could feel the dampness between her thighs. Grigory took the bottom hem of her dress and brought it up and over her body so that her bottom was exposed to the waiting men, all of whom had stopped what they were doing and had turned in their direction.Viktor began to spank her with his hand, slapping her rump hard, one cheek at a time. The room became silent, except for the sound of his hand striking her cheeks. Natasha began to pant a little, as she responded to the stimulation of the spanking. She pushed her bottom out more, as though asking for him to continue.“Ah, your little Natasha is eager to feel the pain that leads to pleasure. She is going to make you a wonderful wife and submissive, Viktor, when she has been fully trained.”
About the author:
This is the third book published by Juliette Banks, but she has also published eight others as Rachel de Vine. Her books, in both names, are all erotic romances, and range from mildly erotic, spanking stories to more explicit, BDSM relationships. In all her stories, however, she likes to include some adventure, and puts her characters through some trying times and problems to overcome before they can expect any chance of a happy conclusion.
When she isn’t writing, Juliette likes to travel to exotic places all over the world, and has been doing this since her twenties. But she also loves the beautiful British landscape, and lives in a lovely part of central England. She adores reading, listening to music, and being with her wonderful extended family.
Websites for both Juliette Banks and Rachel de Vine
www.racheldevineauthor.com
https://racheldevineauthor.wordpress.com
Twitter: www.twitter.com/juliettebanksuk
www.twitter.com/racheldevineuk
Facebook pages:
https://www.facebook.com/juliettebankstherussianbride/
https://www.facebook.com/juliettebanksauthor/
