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Protecting Paige ~ by Maggie Carpenter

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Cole Barrington, a sexy dominant and a movie producer with a reputation as a player, has been haunted by one particular young lady who unexpectedly tugged his heart strings during a five-day romp on a tropical island. Why she ducked his calls on their return he has no idea, and the question still shadows him.
Paige Brooks is a publicist, and when she learns she must accompany Cole to an annual charity event at the same Caribbean island where she’d spent an idyllic week with him, she grits her teeth and clenches her fists. The man broke her heart. How can she possibly get through it?
Thrown together on a tiny seaplane, as they fly to the private island where the event is to be held, fate throws them an unexpected curve ball. Forced to land near a tiny uninhabited island, they suddenly find themselves completely stranded and alone. Their intense attraction soon fires their passion, and when they’re drawn into a wild treasure hunt, Cole must use his dominant skill to control the impetuous woman from the perils surrounding them.

If you enjoy a suspenseful romance starring a take-charge alpha male, and a feisty young woman with a sharp wit and impetuous nature, look no further than this panty-melting page-turner from Maggie Carpenter.


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Excerpt:
As Cole slipped her dress over her head, Paige rolled into him and urgently grabbed at the buttons of his shirt, but grasping her wrists he pushed her onto her back and pinned them on either side of her head.“We’ve got all night,” he softly murmured, “and I’m going to make the most of every minute. Don’t move.”Rising to his feet, he leisurely stripped, then returning to lie at her side, he slid her panties down her legs and popped the front fastener of her bra. As it sprang free he slid it down her arms and tossed it aside, then kneeling over her, he gazed at her in wonder; the huge setting sun was cloaking her skin in a golden glow.“You’re even more lovely than I remember,” he crooned, then straddling her body, he sent his grasp back to her wrists, lowered his lips, and began kissing her neck.“That makes me crazy,” she bleated. “I love it. I love it so much.”“I know,” he purred, traveling his lips across her shoulders toward her breasts. “I remember the things that make you crazy. I’ve relived them many times.”She moaned in response, and as he drew in her nipples, sucking hungrily, she raised her chest to meet his mouth.“Remember what I said?” he murmured, lifting his head and locking her eyes.“Ooh, don’t stop.”“Does that mean you don’t remember?”“I can’t stand it,” she complained. “Remember what?”“My promise to spank you. I promised when we were together before, and I promised you a few minutes ago. I think it’s time I kept that promise.”“You’re going to do it now?” she gasped. “Right now?”“Seems as good a time as any,” he said with a wicked grin, and releasing her wrists, he quickly flipped her onto her stomach and yanked up her hips.“Oh, my gosh! What are you doing?”“You do have an incredibly spankable ass.”“I can’t believe this! Why do I feel so—”“So what?” he asked, smoothing his hand over her backside. “So embarrassed?”“Yes, and, ooh, I feel so weird.”“That’s natural, but I’ll bet…” he said, his voice trailing off as he slipped his fingers between her legs, “uh-huh, you’re soaked, and in a few minutes you’re going to be even more soaked. Now keep still, and don’t shout out like that again.”“I didn’t mean to, I was just shocked.”“I know you’ve been craving this.”“How could I be craving something I’ve never had?”“Now you’re just being coy. I think I’ll add a few extra slaps for that.”“Okay, I have,” she said quickly, “but it’s weird and I don’t know why.”“There is no why. It’s just how God made you, and I’m the other side of that coin. Are you ready?”“I guess.”“Nope, I need more than that.”“Good grief.”“Are you ready?”“Yes, I’m ready.”Though her voice had been filled with trepidation, he’d also heard excitement, and raising his hand, he brought it down with several quick slaps, not hard, but carrying a sting that would not disappoint her.“Ow!”“I said no shouting.”“Sorry.”“Here, bury your head in this,” he suggested, reaching for her dress and handing to her.“You mean I’ll need to?”“You might. I won’t spank you too hard, but it’s still going to hurt.”“Ooh.”“Unless you’d rather I stop. Do you want me to stop, Paige?”“Uh, no… no, I don’t.”“Right then, roll up your dress and bury your head.”Though he didn’t think her yelps or the sound of his smacking hand would carry around to the rocky point to Jack’s ears, having her muffle her squeals in her dress added some extra spice to the moment, and waiting until she was settled, he began to land his slaps in an easy rhythm as he traveled his flattened palm across her cheeks. When she began to squirm, he moved his slaps lower, and after adding a few good swats to her sit spot, eliciting a series of mewling cries, he paused and ran his hand over her warm pink skin.“How are you feeling?”“Please, will you touch me?” she begged, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.“That was not the answer to my question,” he said firmly, delivering a solid smack to the center of her bottom. “How are you feeling?”“Ow, did you have to do that?”“And again,” he declared, landing another hard slap.“Oww.”“How are you feeling?”“My ass is stinging, how do you think I feel?”“I can’t believe you just said that,” he muttered, shaking his head and grinning at her nerve. “Anything else?”“Yes. I feel…”“Go on, everything. Tell me everything.”“Cole, I love it. I mean, I don’t but I do. I really do, I just don’t know why.”“We don’t always need to know why we like something, now close your eyes and feel my hand rub away the burn. That was your introduction.”

A BIT ABOUT MAGGIE
Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.          Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2ihCNtp), a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2iE0cDa) contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women who  bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, dominant men.          Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but
moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.           This author loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website: www.MaggieCarpenter.com. To sample her work for free, go to, www.3FreeBooks.com.
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Alpha Daddy ~ by Ava Sinclair

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Blurb:When alpha wolf Lakota Longtree sees a grizzly stalking a young woman in the Alaskan wilderness, he intervenes just in time. But the beast is no ordinary bear. He is a shifter of a different clan, an ancient enemy of Lakota's people, and Bear will not be satisfied until he has tracked down and killed the woman he perceives as a threat. Lakota's only choice is to make her a member of his pack, but that will mean teaching the headstrong girl that an alpha expects to be obeyed.
Biologist Carly Fowler has never put much stock in myths and legends, but after the ruggedly handsome man who so recently saved her life transforms into a wolf before her eyes, she is forced to accept that what he says is true. There is a terrifying creature hunting her and Lakota and his pack can keep her safe, but that will mean submitting to a stern, dominant alpha who will not hesitate to soundly punish her any time he feels it necessary.
Lakota gives Carly no time to ponder her situation, nor does he give her a choice in the matter. She will live with him until he is sure she is no longer in danger, and during that time she will do as she is told or face the consequences. It isn't long before Carly's defiant attitude earns her a painful, embarrassing spanking over Lakota's knee, but despite her fury at being punished in such a fashion she cannot help yearning for him to take her hard and thoroughly.
Over the coming days, Lakota takes on the role of Carly's firm but loving daddy, providing the structure and discipline she requires to adjust to her new life. Soon enough, however, his need for her becomes overwhelming, and he claims her as his mate, mastering her more completely than she would have ever thought possible. But will her presence end up tearing his pack apart?

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Excerpt:
He raised his arm and brought the switch down hard, and Carly howled as the blow left a burning line of pain in its wake. Lakota kept a hand on the small of her back, holding her easily in place. Carly’s position on the rock had her leaning slightly forward, and as the switch painted welt after welt on her nates, Carly began to kick wildly in an effort to get free. The sight of her plump sex between her legs was almost more than Lakota could stand, and even though she was sobbing for mercy, his heightened senses picked up the heady pheromones which told him that part of her was responding sexually to his correction.There were nearly a dozen thin welts crisscrossing her bottom now, and he added one more for good measure before tossing the switch away and pulling her to standing. Lakota sat on the rock as he forced her to face him, waiting for Carly’s wails to subside before addressing her.“That’s why you do as your told,” he said, pointing in the direction the bear had run. “You know better, Carly. So why don’t you tell me why you ran? Do you like putting yourself in danger?” He paused, gently pushing his fingers between her thighs. “Or was part of you hoping I’d stop you?”“That’s ridiculous!” She spat the words through her tears, angrily wiping away tears with the back with one hand as she rubbed her welted bottom with the other.“Is it?” he asked. He took hold of her shoulders and locked his gaze onto hers. “I don’t have to touch a woman to tell when she’s sexually excited.”His words seemed to shock her into momentary silence. “That’s a hell of a thing to say from a man who considers himself a father figure.”“Well, maybe that’s because we comprehend two different things in the term,” he said. “As leader, I consider myself a father figure to the whole pack. And a pack leader can mate with a female he protects.”The presence of pheromones in the air was heavier now.“If you think I want you in that way…” she said, but her voice was quavering, and her skin was flushed, and then her eyes widened as his fingers moved between her legs to reveal what she’d been trying to hide even from herself.“You’re wet, Carly,” he said. “You want me. Admit it. You want me as much as I want you.” He paused. “I wanted you from the moment I saved you from Bear. I’ll fight any beast that tries to claim you. But I fear I cannot fight the one that longs to claim your body.”It surprised him to find she kept herself shaved, and now as he slipped first one finger, then two, past the slick folds of her inner flower, her body seemed to draw him in, and she moaned as he probed her tight, hot pussy. Carly was whimpering as her hips followed the motion of his hand, even as she buried her face in his chest and fisted his shirt.“No. No. No,” she said. “This is wrong.”“It’s not wrong,” he said. “I am your kind. Even if you do not have the gift, we are drawn to one another. I am made for you, Carly. You are made for me. It was meant for us to get together, my little one. I was meant to guide you, to protect you, both as a father figure and as your lover.”
Author Bio:Ava Sinclair is a #1 Amazon bestselling author of erotic romance, including Big Beautiful Little, Bride of the Trogarians and Her Highland Guardian. She caters to readers who enjoy smart writing and stories that offer engaging plot with just the right amount of steam.

Author Web site: www.avasinclairauthor.com

Theirs: Found and Claimed ~ by Ashe Barker

They bring her back to life but can they keep her?


Blurb:
When they board a derelict spacecraft in search of valuable scrap metal, the last thing Luca and Sylvan expect is to stumble upon a beautiful, naked woman in need of medical assistance. Despite her protests, they bring her back to their ship, treat her illness, and take it upon themselves to look after her.
After she contracted the virus that wiped out her people and killed everyone else on her ship, Llianna didn’t expect to survive, and she is shocked when she awakens from a comatose state with two men standing over her. Once she regains her health, however, she is horrified to realize that she is about to enter her fertile period, a uniquely vulnerable time for females of her species.
Knowing that she will end up begging Luca and Sylvan to take her in any way they please if she doesn’t act quickly, she flees in her partially-repaired ship, only to be caught, stripped bare, and spanked soundly. The stern punishment leaves her desire burning even more fiercely, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as her handsome rescuers claim her hard and thoroughly.
Though Luca and Sylvan make it clear that she is free to go once her ship is finally fully operational again, Llianna finds herself yearning to belong to them completely, and as she learns to submit to their firm, loving dominance, her passion for them grows more intense with each passing day. But when she discovers that she is not the last of her kind after all, will she leave the men she loves to live amongst her own people?
Publisher’s Note: Theirs: Found and Claimed includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Excerpt: Luca continues to hold me, but Sylvan peels his body away from mine. I hear him, his footsteps, the rustle of clothing. He is undressing, and despite my apprehension curiosity overwhelms me. I have viewed images, naturally, but I have never seen a male unclothed, not in the flesh. I turn to watch him over my shoulder.“Come around to this side,” suggests Luca. “She needs a decent view.”I appreciate his concern for my comfort. Sylvan obligingly moves around to stand in front of me and I watch with avid interest as he removes his tunic. The sharp contours and rippling musculature of his upper body fascinate me. His hair is a pale colour; it reminds me of the subtle pastel shades of the floral plant life that used to thrive on Fyorli and that now exist only in our databanks. More of this soft, curling hair is sprinkled across his wide chest, disappearing like an arrow down beneath his pants. I wonder if he might allow me to touch it, to trail my fingers through the softness. That thought evaporates when Sylvan pulls off his pants and I am treated to my first view of his cock.I believed I knew what to expect, but I was wrong. I gasp, my disappointment a bitter, acrid taste on my tongue. This will not work. Human males and Fyorlian females are simply not compatible. He is… huge. He will not fit inside me, it is impossible.“Llianna, are you all right?” Luca murmurs in my ear. “It’s okay, we can take this as slow as you need.”I shake my head. “I cannot. It is just too, too…”“Too what?” presses Luca.“Too big,” I whisper as I bury my face in his chest again. “It is much too big.”Both males chuckle, but they seem not to grasp the truth of my words. Do they not have eyes? Can they not see the problem here? It is simple physics, surely.“Trust us, this is going to be just fine.”Luca’s assurance utterly fails to convince me. I shall just have to manage, somehow. The phase will pass, eventually. I shake my head and cling to Luca.“Llianna, I’m going to roll you onto your back. It’ll be easier for you that way.”“No, no, please, do not do this.”“Honey, nothing’s going to happen if you don’t want it. We’re just asking you to trust us and give this a try.”“Human females must be bigger than Fyorlians,” I protest. Can they not work this out for themselves? Did they know all along?“No, they aren’t, not especially. We’ll go slow. It may be tight, but you will manage this. I promise.”His voice is low, soothing, and very determined. He has never lied to me before, neither of these males has, but what Luca is suggesting is quite impossible. Despite the evidence of my own eyes, I do want to believe him. I want to trust him, trust them. My pussy clenches viciously, and I realise I have little choice, really. What is the alternative?“You will stop, if I ask you to?”“Absolutely,” affirms Luca.Sylvan echoes his promise, and the bed dips again as he re-joins us. “Very, very slow, and lots of lube, if you need it, but I doubt if you will. Are you ready to turn over now?”I gulp, pause for a moment to consider that suggestion, then I manage another nod.Luca is gentle as he rearranges me on my back. He is behind me, leaning against the pillows at the head of the bed and he pulls me back into his arms. “Lift your hands up, honey, and put them behind my head.”I do as he asks, the position lifting my breasts as though presenting them for inspection. Sylvan kneels in front of me, and his green gaze is warm, admiring. I feel good, in spite of my anxiety at what is about to happen.“Gorgeous tits, don’t you agree?” Luca reaches around me to cup my breasts and presses them together. They fill his hands, my stiff nipples poking between his fingers as he squeezes.“First thing I noticed, after that luscious arse.” Sylvan moves forward, lifting his gaze from my breasts to my face. “I hope it’s still pleasantly sore.”“It is sore, certainly,” I assure him. The slight quiver in my voice owes much to the trepidation I still feel, but now there is something else too, something warm and pleasant starting to unfurl low down in my abdomen.“Good. So, Llianna, you’re a virgin, yes? I know there were no males on board the Renascient.”“That is correct.”“Okay…”“But, I do know what is to happen. I have read about it and spoken to other females, older than I, and I understand. That is why I am concerned that, that—” “Spread your legs, Llianna.”




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

     How many books have you written? Are they all spanking fiction? I think I have approaching fifty titles out now, and they are all erotic stories. Some are more BDSM themed and some are spanking/domestic discipline. At first I wrote just contemporary stories, then I started adding a few historicals as well, and one paranormal so far. Theirs : Found and Claimed is my third sci-fi and I love writing in this genre.

What advice would you have for writers who decide to try their hand at erotica?I’d tell them to have a go, but to have a decent thesaurus to hand to help with the creative vocabulary. And an internet connection. Youtube is the erotica writer’s friend.

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

If you could have been told one thing that you weren't told when you were a teenager, what would you like to have heard?I was given lots of advice as a teenager, much of it unsolicited and not especially good. I think we all have to make our own mistakes, but hopefully I haven’t made the same mistake to many times. That would be sad. 
Looking back, I think the most important thing I picked up along the way was that we all have choices, all the time. We’re entitled to choose our own way in life, but we should also be ready to own and accept the consequences of our decisions.
Someone once invited me to cast my mind forward to a time perhaps sixty years from now when I’ll be long-gone and my daughter (currently eighteen) is herself entering old age. Imagine she’s talking to her grandchildren, telling them about me. What would I like her to be saying? My actions now, today, will dictate what those obituaries might be so don’t leave it until later to be the sort of person you want to be remembered as.


 If you had to describe yourself using three words, it would be…Resilient. Creative. Calm.

What would you do if you were the last person on this earth?Turn out the lights.












 

#Victorian #AgePlay Little Lizzie's Reform ~ by Allison West

Blurb:Thomas Montgomery seeks out troubled ladies that are in need of a strict and proper upbringing, encouraging them to join Alton Reform. Discovering Elizabeth Grey alone by the tavern at night, he insists he accompany her on the journey home, to ensure she makes her return safely. It is her sharp tongue and fiery defiance that makes him desire her as his little Lizzie.Without reservation, he suggests to her father that Elizabeth be sent away to Alton Reform, a school known for its strict disciplinary measures to create fine young ladies capable of obeying their husbands. Ladies that without such correction would wind up in an asylum for their tenacious and troublesome ways.Unwed and with no prospects of marriage, Elizabeth is forced by her father to attend Alton Reform and be trained by her governess under the headmaster’s guidance.Elizabeth does not take well to Alton Reform’s ways of discipline. Unpleased after a stern spanking to her bare bottom, Elizabeth runs away, only to be caught by Mr. Thomas Montgomery.Will he force her to return to Alton Reform? Can Thomas show Elizabeth that love can be gained from discipline? How will she feel when he confesses his desire to make her his little Lizzie?
*Little Lizzie’s Reform features elements of age play, anal play, discipline, and graphic sex.

Available now from:Amazon | Blushing Books | Barnes & Noble 
Excerpt:“What is in Alton, father?” He did not elaborate which only made her stomach flop with uncertainty. “Father?” Elizabeth tried again, hoping he would answer her question. She did not like the unknown, and worse she hadn’t even attempted to eavesdrop on their conversation! Why hadn’t she thought to press her ear to the door or leave it ajar to discover what was said? Elizabeth had been wrong in assuming that the handsome gentleman had just brought her back to her father and ratted her out. What more had happened? “Are you sending me off to marry that hideous boy from the carriage?” Her face scrunched in disgust. Not so much from the gentleman who was hardly a boy, but the thought of marriage itself she found repulsive.“Thomas?” her father asked and laughed. “Hardly. I do not think a man of such a reputation and high caliber would want my own daughter. Which is why it was suggested to me that you attend Alton Reform.”“You want me to attend a finishing school?” Elizabeth asked.“No.” Her father shook his head only once, it was enough to get the message and also to see the stern steely gaze to know that he meant her to listen. “You will be schooled in listening and obeying, so that you might be provided the opportunity for a husband.”
About the AuthorAllison West is a #1 International Best-Selling Author in Erotica, BDSM, Romantic Erotica, Sci-Fi, Victorian, and Historical Erotica. She also writes young adult novels under the name Ruth Silver.Allison West has been inventing worlds and writing stories for years. Her favorite novels are those that leave a lasting impression, long after the final page is read. You can find more about Allison on Facebook and Twitter.Visit her website here:http://spankingauthor.com/
Don’t miss these exciting titles by Allison West and Blushing Books!Reaper's KissLittle Prim and ProperThe Victorian ShiftThe Decoy BrideDelia’s DebtLittle SecretsJailed Little JadeEnrolling Little EttaThe NannyFire LickedThe MurderessBetrayed by Blood

Sex, Scandal and the Sheriff

Starting over in Westhorpe Ridge wouldn’t be easy, especially since she’d already enjoyed a spanking and a one-night stand with the sheriff.
I'm thrilled to welcome Kryssie Fortune to my blog today with Book 2 of her Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge series.About Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge SeriesWesthopre Ridge is a small, North Carolina Town with a big heart. Each story is a stand-alone romance but there are recurring themes and characters. The series features former military men come home to build a new career and the women strong enough to love them.

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BlurbJasmine Stewart (Jazz to her friends) falls for the blond stranger who spanks and seduces her at a Washington soiree. Later, when she discovers her flatmate is trying to draw her into a spy ring, she goes to the authorities. The ensuing publicity costs her her job, her security, and her future. Starting over in Westhorpe Ridge is her only option.

Sean Mathews, former SEAL and Westhorpe Ridge’s sheriff, can’t forget the woman he spanked when he visited Washington, but he thinks she’s a spy. When she turns up in Westhorpe Ridge, he tries everything to make her leave town. Despite their misunderstandings, though, they can’t keep their hands off each other.

As New Year’s Eve looms, the spy ring resurfaces. Jazz will need all of Sean’s SEAL prowess to survive. But because his wounded leg cost him his speed in the water, will it be enough?
Excerpt:“New start. New life. New ambitions,” she told herself as she drove away from her dream of being a teacher. 

By the time the winter sun crept over the horizon, she’d passed the halfway point between Washington and Westhorpe Ridge. She made good time, but fifteen minutes from her destination, the car handling changed. Praying nothing expensive had happened to her trusty vehicle, she pulled over to take a look. She got out the car, walked around to the rear passenger side, and sighed when she realized the tire had blown out. Damn, my spare’s in the trunk, beneath my suitcases and bedding. Shaking her head, she heaved her first suitcase onto the grass verge. It hadn’t felt so heavy when she’d packed it. 

A police car pulled up. “Sheriff Mathews, ma’am. Can I be of assistance?” 

His voice flowed over her like molasses, rich, thick, and so sweet she wanted to taste its owner. Instead, she panted slightly but kept moving. “I’ve had a blowout, but my spare tire’s under all my stuff. Don’t worry. I can manage, thank you.” 

When she turned back to the car, Jazz’s eyes widened. The man in the uniform looked enormous, blond, and way too familiar. Handsome didn’t come close. In his long-sleeved fawn shirt and standard-issue brown trousers, he looked like a sex god come to earth. And are those handcuffs dangling from his belt? I can find a way to put them to good use. 

Given their history, drooling over him felt wrong. Despite what the doctors had told her, traces of the spies’ lust drug must still linger in her system. Her heart beat faster and her pussy grew damp. Even breathing seemed hard around him. “Ethan Mathews? I thought you were a scientist involved in some hush-hush stuff, not a sheriff. Why are you in Westhorpe Ridge? I thought you were some high-flying scientist. And isn’t impersonating a police officer a criminal offense? Shit, you’re driving a real police car. Are you really a sheriff?” 

He did a double take, glowered right back at her. “Jazz Stewart? What the hell are you doing here? Have you jumped bail? Keep your hands where I can see them while I radio in and run a check on you.” 

Jazz shivered despite the winter sunshine. Everyone except the CIA had made her out to be the bad guy, her former employer included. The damn sheriff was treating her like a criminal, but he’d been at that damn party too. Judging by the way he’d climbing on his high horse, he probably believed everything he’d read about her in the papers. Out of everyone she knew, she’d wanted the man she’d been dreaming about since the soiree to be on her side. He’s even sexier than I remembered, but what’s with this running a check on me? Surely he knows the truth by now. She hated the way he smirked at her, but she couldn’t resist taunting him. “So, Sheriff, spanked any other females lately?” 
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#SatSpanks ~ Best Spanking Romance of 2016

For Saturday Spankings this week I am so excited to announce that 2 of my books have been nominated in the Best Spanking Romance of 2016 !!

If you haven't already voted, you can do so here until the end of the month

Here's 8-ish sentences from The Gunslinger's Woman - Available on Amazon
In this scene, Jeannie has put herself in danger by going for a walk alone when a notorious outlaw gang is nearby. This gang has already had her in their clutches once before and it's unlikely she will get away a second time ...

"I promised to take care of you, Jeannie. How can I do that if you won’t do your part in keeping yourself safe?” Danny brought his hand down hard across the fullest part of her bottom with a stinging slap that echoed around the barn.

“I’m sorry Danny,” she whimpered. “I didn’t think.”
“No you didn’t,” Danny agreed, whacking her again. “But I reckon you will, next time.” He bent down and picked the leather strap up off the floor. “This is gonna hurt.”


And 8-ish sentences from Daddy Takes the Reins - Available on Amazon & KU
This is from the beginning of the book where Bianca gets the hots for her sexy-as-hell boss after he jokingly tells her she deserves to be spanked.
She’d had plenty to do with him since she’d started working at the stables, but there had been no more flirtatious moments. Neither had there been any more indications that he was a spanko. He was still very dominant, clearly an alpha male, with an air of authority about him that she was just itching to disobey, purely to see what would happen, but so far,the opportunity hadn’t arisen. He wasn’t exactly her boss, but as the Stable Foreman, he was her superior of sorts. She didn’t report to him, but quality control was his responsibility – and she had no doubt that if she didn’t do her job properly, he would pull her up on it. But what would he actually do? Just scold her in his deep, sexy voice and make her feel like a little child? Or would he actually use that riding crop he’d waved at her menacingly when she first started? 
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Best Spanking Romance 2016 Nominations

Two of my books have been nominated for this prize and I am SO EXCITED!!!

I have been nominated in the best spanking romance author category!And two of my books have been nominated too!
    

Please go and vote!It's really hard to choose - there are some fabulous authors on the listand so many great books have been nominatedBut please vote and share the word!

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If you haven't read my books yet you can find them here:Daddy Takes the Reins  and  The Gunslinger's Woman

#SatSpanks NZ Equestrian #spanking romance - 2 year Authorversary!!

Thanks for joining me for this weeks Saturday Spankings blog hop.This week, I've got some exciting news - this is my 2nd authorversary!! Yes that's right - it's been my dream forever to be a published author and that dream came true 2 years ago this week when Blushing Books published my first spanky novel  Bracken Ridge!

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Jeremy narrowed his eyes at her then kicked the tack room door shut with a bang. Grabbing a stirrup leather off the wall, he pushed her forward over an empty saddle horse and held her down with one hand in the small of her back. Stunned, Anna lay there for a minute without resisting, and then she realised what was going on. She tried to stand up, but Jeremy held her down.“Stay still,” he ordered her sternly. Then he spanked her hard with the stirrup leather.Anna wriggled and kicked and Jeremy stopped spanking her. “Either you stay in position and take this spanking or you can take your jeans off and we start again. What’s it going to be?”

Inspiration for Jeremy - found on Pinterest
Blurb:   When Anna Fletcher comes home from University back to Bracken Ridge, the equine centre where she grew up, she is stunned to find Jeremy McCrae working as the manager. They were children together and she has had a crush on him forever. The years she's been away, Jeremy has only gotten cuter.

Anna has plans for Bracken Ridge, but before she can implement them, she needs to prove herself. The biggest obstacle in her path is her nemesis, the stable hand who thinks Jeremy is mighty fine. Once Anna gets past her, Jeremy is standing in her way - he's now the boss, but she can't work for him. He's been her best mate forever, and to cede to his authority now is going against every grain of her nature.
Being the daughter of the owner, Jeremy isn’t allowed to fire Anna, so when she gets rebellious and sassy he decides to spank her instead.

Can Jeremy tame Anna's rebellious spirit before it is too late?


Don't forget to check out the other participants in this weeks blog hop below:

The Alpha's Promise ~ #shifter #romance ~ Renee Rose

I'm thrilled to have Renee Rose back on my blog, this time with Book 2 in the Alpha Doms Series - The Alpha's Promise: A Bad Boy Shifter Romance.

Renee says: I love a bad boy hero. There’s something just so satisfying when a tough, buff and tattooed alpha male falls hard for the heroine.  In my new release The Alpha’s Promise, I have a dirty sex-talking bad boy shifter, who has been charged with protecting an uppity, sassy human. As you might imagine, the sparks fly.  
That's where we agree! I love a bad boy hero too - especially a tough, buff, tattooed, sexy one :)
Blurb:A DOMINANT ALPHA. A TEMPTING HUMAN. AN IMPOSSIBLE ATTRACTION.
After one loser boyfriend too many, Melissa Bell swore she was done with bad boys, but when her ex puts her life in danger it is a buff, tattooed, dirty-talking alpha shifter who shows up to save her. More disturbing still, her rescuer makes it clear that he regards Melissa's safety as his personal responsibly, and defying his instructions soon earns her an embarrassing spanking. Though she should be furious, her body's reaction to the tough, handsome wolf's stern dominance demands more.
It doesn't take long for Cody to wish he'd never made an alpha's promise to protect Melissa, yet for some reason he can barely control himself around her. His inner wolf craves the beautiful human in spite of her snobbish attitude and constant sass, and when she is writhing over his knee, it is all he can do not to mark her and mate her right then and there.
Each moment he spends with the alluring, feisty girl only increases his hunger for her, but Cody promised himself long ago that he would never take a human as his mate. Will his pride push Melissa away forever, just when he realizes he can't live without her?
Publisher's Note: The Alpha's Promise is a stand-alone sequel to The Alpha's Hunger. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
http://books2read.com/alphaspromise
Excerpt: “What happens to bad girls, princess?”She answered with a moan.He withdrew the fingers from her ass, but kept teasing her clit, using her ample natural lubrication to slick the way. With his right hand, he slapped her ass. “I asked you a question.”“They get spanked!” she cried.He chuckled. “Yes they do. Every time. And where do they get fucked?”She moaned again.He spanked again.“In the ass! They get fucked in the ass.”“That’s right, baby. Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?”She whimpered. “No.”He stilled the fingers on her clit.“Yes. Yes, I do.”“I thought so. It will teach you a good lesson. One you sorely need.”He shoved his jeans off and lubed up his cock. “You want my cock in your ass?”“Yes. No. I don’t know.”“Yes, sir is the proper answer.”“Yes, sir.”He pushed the head of his cock against her anus. “Please put your cock in my ass and teach me a lesson.”“No-o,” she moaned, squeezing her anus against the intrusion.“Take it,” he ordered, adding a little steel to his voice.
USA Today Bestselling Author Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical, Sci-Fi and BDSM awards, Spanking Romance Reviews‘ Best Historical, Erotic,  Ageplay and favorite author, and was a finalist for The BDSM Writer’s Con Golden Flogger award. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon’s Top 100 Erotic Authors and has been a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.  To receive four free books from Renee, sign up for her mailing list here.Social Media Links:Newsletter | Blog | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads | Pinterest | Amazon |  Instagram

Cowboy Discipline ~ 5 Novels by USA Today Bestselling Authors

I'm so pleased to share with you all a western anthology by five awesome USA Today Bestselling authors! While I haven't read all the stories in this anthology, I have read books by all these authors and they are fantastic!
Cowboy Discipline: A Western Anthology Five full-length novels by USA Today Best-Selling Authors
Go west where the men are sexy, dominant and very capable of setting fire in the hearts and seats of their women.
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The Lawman by Vanessa ValeEllen Oldsmere, becomes a mail order bride for a complete stranger in the Montana Territory, fleeing Minneapolis. Her new husband is all that she'd imagined: handsome, virile and sexually skilled. But he's also the town sheriff and would surely arrest her if he found out her secret.
Ryder Graves is determined to find a bride of his choosing, wanting more than what is available in town. When Eleanor arrives, she meets all of his expectations, but not all she seems. Will he still want her when he learns the truth, or will his passion for the law make her face the consequences of her actions? The Outlaw’s Bride by Renee RoseA spitfire rancher.  The dominant outlaw who takes her in hand. Stranded in the west, Mabelle's been managing her dead sister's ranch alone for three months. The last thing she needs is the Curly James Gang pushing her around. She fights back, and finds herself over an outlaw's knee.
She wants to hate the good-looking outlaw, but he seems to have her best interest at heart and even risks his life to protect her from the rest of the gang. Still, a quick-to-spank outlaw with a bounty on his head isn't the sort of man for her. Or is he?Rocky Mountain Rose
Rocky Mountain Rose by Lee Savino A cowboy with a broken heart. A dancing girl who’s sworn off men. Love blooms in the hardest hearts in the Wild West. Feisty and independent, Rose is a dancing girl in the Wild West. When an evil brothel owner tries to claim her, it’s up to Lyle Wilder to rescue the jaded redhead. Lyle vows to protect Rose, even if he has to drag her kicking and screaming to safety. His firm discipline keeps his wild rose from danger, but can he convince her to let love grow? Life After Rachel by Maren Smith There weren't many folks who'd equate an Indian war party to a miracle, but Reverend John White did. He believed in miracles; it went with the job. But this particular miracle...well, it was a doozy and her name was Ane, the only surviving member of a doomed westward-bound wagon train.
In the span of a single day, the young Norwegian woman had lost her entire family, her husband, even her infant daughter. Having been in America for less than a month, she couldn’t even speak her rescuers’ language, but the Lord worked in mysterious ways and necessity had a way of making itself clear no matter what the obstacles.
So off Ane went, to a hardscrabble farm a few miles out of Redemption to care for the baby who needed her to survive and for the heart-broken man who, fight it though he tried, needed her even more. Mail Order Switch by Patty Devlin Liz will do anything to get away from her evil guardian, and she was prepared to disguise herself as a boy and look for work as a ranch hand. When Caroline, a stranger on the train next to her, sees through her "boy" disguise, and begs her to take her place as a mail-order bride, Liz doesn't hesitate long before saying yes. It's got to be easier than working on a ranch, and as a married woman with a new name, she'll be out of her guardian's clutches forever.
Wade Malone has been looking forward to his new bride for months, but when "Caroline" finally arrives, things don't exactly add up. For one, "Caroline" was supposed to be twenty-five years old; the woman who came off the train doesn't look a day above sixteen. He has a strong aversion to liars, particularly in a wife. But he's also a man who keeps his promises and whoever the woman is at his side, he's made a commitment. Sexy cowboys stolen off Pinterest


Excerpts: Rocky Mountain Rose by Lee Savino
“It’s all right, Rose. It’s me, Lyle Wilder.”Lyle? Why?She must have spoken out loud, because her words were muffled against his hand.“I’m going to let you go now,” Lyle said. “Don’t scream.” His hand lifted, and Rose scrambled backwards, fumbling for her gun. She’d managed to hang onto her gun in the commotion, and now she brought the Deringer up, pointing it at the man in shaking hands. In the darkness, she sensed, rather than saw his hands go into the air.“You gonna shoot me, Rose?” Breathing hard, she registered the amusement in his voice. He always was a smug bastard.Catching her breath, she rallied. “Where am I?” A pause, and then a match struck. Light outlined the perfect contours of Lyle’s face as her sister’s husband regarded her soberly. “In a hotel. This is my room.” Keeping her aim fixed on him, Rose darted a glance around the room, a shabby replica of any other boarding house’s room like the ones she and Mary lived in. Hands still in the air, Lyle slowly moved to a side table and lit the lamp. Rose backed into a corner, wondering if she dare kill the man her deceased sister had loved. Lyle watched her, a slight smile on his face. “You want to lower your gun?”“No,” she said.“Come on, Rose. This is how you repay the man who saved your life?”“No. This is how I repay the man who destroyed it.” One second she was staring him down, then he moved, and the gun was aiming at nothing. Rose pulled the trigger, hearing the hammer click uselessly before Lyle’s long arms wrapped around her and locked her arms against his chest. She looked up into cold blue eyes.“That’s a single shot Deringer, Rose. And you already shot a man tonight. You think I wouldn’t notice?” He was tall enough that she had to tilt her head back to look up at him—a rare thing since she was taller than most men.Her lip curled. “I could only hope.”“Careful,” he growled. “You are very, very close to making me lose my temper. You don’t want me to do that.” Her heart pounded, and she was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling, brushing his. She stared up into his sculpted features, taking in the lush lips and proud forehead, the dark hair brushing his collar. Pressed against him, she couldn’t help but notice the strength in his chest and arms, and the long, dark lashes around his brilliant eyes. It should be illegal for a man to be so beautiful. His scent, masculine and clean, rolled over her, and suddenly her limbs were weak, and her thoughts screamed, “Danger!” During the pause, his expression went from angry to curious. His blue gaze flickered down her face, and his lips parted. She couldn’t help it, inches from his mouth, her tongue came out and slowly licked her own lips.“Rose.” His face softened, and she remembered herself. She shoved at him, going nowhere but at least putting in an effort to fight.“Get your hands off me.” She slapped his away.“What the hell?” He released her, and she took a step backwards then immediately went on the offensive.“What do you think you’re doing?” she snapped, hands on hips. With her height and fiery hair, she knew her angry pose would strike fear into most men’s hearts. Lyle wasn’t most men.“Saving your life,” he said, glaring down at her with the same force.“I didn’t need saving,” she snapped. “I’m fine.”“Far from it, Rose.” Lyle’s blue eyes flashed. “You waltz into Doyle’s town after all these years then throw yourself into a brawl. You could’ve been killed.”“I can take care of myself, Lyle Wilder.” She tossed her head, sending red hair flying around her shoulders. “I’ve been doing it for years.”“Really. Dancing on tables for a living in front of a room full of drunken men.” He folded his arms over his chest. “Quite a show you’ve got, Rosie May.”“Shut your mouth,” she spat.His eyes flashed at her. “You better start showing some respect, young lady, or I have half a mind to teach it to you.” “No one asked you.” She started towards the door. “Take me back.”“Not so fast.” Lyle pulled her towards him. She fought, but he was stronger and soon had her seated on the chaise, his hands on her shoulders. “Rose, stop. There are men out there looking for you. One of them is Otis Boone—fastest shot in this town, maybe the whole Territory.” “Get off!” She fought, her fingers turning into claws headed for his face. He weaved out of the way, then caught her wrists and used them to pull her body over his lap.“Stop! Help!” she shrieked.“Shut it, Rose.”“Go to hell!”“If you won’t shut up, I’ll make you,” he growled. She started to scream, and he stuffed his handkerchief into her mouth. Writhing on his lap, Rose kicked her legs then felt his hand come down hard over her skirts. “Stop fighting, Rose. I am trying to help you.”She shouted through the gag, and he smacked her bottom again and again. Even through her dress and petticoat, she could feel the blows warming her bottom. It didn’t quite hurt, but it was a warning, and she took it as such, going still and letting the fight drain out of her. She’d save her fury for when she wasn’t pinned over her enemy’s lap.“Now,” Lyle said and pulled her to stand between his legs. “Can you keep a civil tongue in your head?” Breathing hard through her nose, she nodded. Still gripping her wrists, he pulled out the handkerchief then used it to wipe her mouth. The kindness in his touch gave her pause. His hands slid down her arms.“You’re bleeding,” he muttered. She felt panic, and her fingers tore at her dress to see the rust colored marks on her white dress. Lyle’s hands were at her buttons, undoing them with expert fingers.“Arms up, Rose,” he ordered, and when she didn’t obey, he forced them up, pulling her dress over her head. She stood in her petticoats and corset, too stunned by this turn of events to curse him.Lyle loomed over her, and her arms automatically came up to cross over her chest, hiding her body from him. Something about being alone and unclothed with a man tore through her defenses, and shock started to take over, numbing her. Her body was her weapon, and it frightened her to have the power stripped from it so easily.
Lee Savino Bestselling author Lee Savino intends to do something big and important with her life, but most days can’t keep track of her wallet or her phone so she just stays in bed and writes. She's super excited about partnering with Blushing Books to publish her erotic Westerns, and hopes you are enjoying the fictional town of Royal, Colorado as much as she is.Check out her website to download a free novella or to say hi: www.leesavino.com. She’d also love to hear from you; email silverwoodpress@gmail.com to let her know your favorite Rocky Mountain hero or bride! :D Visit her website here:www.leesavino.com

Mail Order Switch by Patty Devlin
“I don’t take kindly to liars. I told you I am an honest man. How can I trust you to be a good mama to my children if you will lie to me? And just what else have you lied about?” “Stop, stop the wagon. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come; you can just take me back to town. I understand if you don’t wa—” She dashed away the tears that were falling heavily, but it was no use. There were just too many. “It’s too late for that. I am not happy with you right now, but we’ll talk—” “I don’t want to do this; just take me back to town please. I shouldn’t have come, I’m really sorry I lied.” Her throat hurt from swallowing back tears. She was shocked and a little outraged a moment later when she heard Wade’s deep chuckle. “I don’t work like that. We’re married now and we are both just going to have to deal with it. I am not happy to have a liar for a wife, but I know how to take care of that problem. I can assure you—you will not dare lie to me or anyone else again.” Those eyes went from narrowed to having one eyebrow arched high above the other. Whatever he was insinuating made Liz squirm. This was exactly what she didn’t want to happen. If he didn’t like her, why wouldn’t he just let her go? He must be just like Uncle Rupert. She had to get away. Without another thought or a plan, Liz jumped from the moving wagon. She hit the embankment on the side of the road and pain shot through her ankle and up her leg before she fell to her side and rolled. It took her a moment or two to orient herself when she came to a halt. She crawled to her knees and looked to the wagon that had already stopped. Wade swung down and was marching toward her. She climbed to her feet to stand. She needed to run, but when she put pressure on her right ankle, screaming pain ripped through her foot and lower leg. “Are you hurt?” Wade demanded as his long legs ate up the distance between them. So much for an escape. “No, I’m fine,” she lied. “I’m going to walk back to town. You are free to go on, to uh— find a better wife.” “No, I’m just going to show you right now how it’s going to be. Come here.” He grabbed her arm, thankfully her right, and she was able to hobble with him as he dragged her to a fallen tree. He sat down and before she knew what had happened, she was bottom over top, across his lap, looking down at a line of ants. They were moving from a small mound of loose sand to a hole under the log. “What are you doing? No! You let me go!” One jarring swat fell on her seat and then another. She pushed against his legs, trying to sit up and twist. She had to get away! He pressed his free arm against her back, his strength against hers, and she had to lie back down. The swats kept falling, one cheek and then the other, building an intense amount of heat on her seat. “You... you... you let me go,” she tried again. “This is what is going to happen when you lie to me, little missy. I call the shots, you got that? No? Well, you will. I’m not making a good impression on you, am I?” He stopped swatting momentarily and Liz struggled, thinking maybe she could get away. But, no—he locked his leg over hers and lifted her skirt. Patty Devlin “I have always loved to write, and daydream, of course. It just comes naturally to me. I love to read. I devour books. Sadly, I had a hard time finding the good books, the ones that had sexy, dominant men in them. The ones where the men weren't afraid to spank a girl if she deserved a few well earned swats. The books that had those scenes were very few and far between.
My books are romance and they are fun and naughty but you won't find any full sex scenes. (Just enough teasers). However, there are plenty of spankings all the way through and tons of plot to keep you turning the pages.” Visit her blog here:http://www.pattydevlin.com

The Outlaw’s Bride by Renee Rose
“Never wield a weapon you are unwilling to use,” he gritted, applying five smacks to the same exact place on one side, then moving to the other. “I nearly shot you before I realized who you were.” He paid special attention to the crease where her bottom met thigh, which she knew would make it difficult to sit later.Somewhere in the confusion of managing the onslaught of stinging smacks, his words sank in and surprised her. He punished her not for trying to kill him, but for endangering herself?“If you can’t pull the trigger, don’t even handle the weapon, do you understand me?”“Yes!” she gasped.“Yes, sir,” he corrected with an extra hard smack. Yes, sir!”He continued to pepper her entire bottom with spanks, the small surface area of the spoon traversing every inch of one cheek, then the other, then back to the first, until she panted from the burn. He slowed down. “Do you even know how to fire a gun?”“Not exactly,” she gasped.He sighed and placed the spoon across the backs of her legs, running his calloused hand over her swollen buttocks. The roughness of his palm stung her sensitive skin, but even so, she relished the gesture, hoping it signaled an end to her chastisement.“I am sorry,” she offered.He brought his open palm down with a sharp slap. “You had better be.” His hand rubbed a circle over her heated flesh. Her heart pounded, though not from fear. The heat from her bottom seemed to travel between her legs as well, warming her most intimate area. She squirmed on his lap. He must have taken her squirm as discomfort, because he lifted her to stand. Even in darkness, she did not want him to see her face, too humiliated by the punishment. When he pulled her to sit on his lap, she lurched off to escape.He pulled her back and held her between his knees, his hands gripping and kneading her punished bottom. “You can sit here on my lap and we can talk, or you can go stand in the corner before you take another round over my knee. Which is it?”Her bottom throbbed at the threat and her face burned with embarrassment. In fact, heat pulsed through her entire core at his words.“Will there be a second round, regardless?” she asked.One corner of his mouth tugged upward in a smile. “Depends on how our talk goes.”
Renee Rose

USA Today Bestselling Author Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical, Sci-Fi and BDSM awards, Spanking Romance Reviews‘ Best Historical, Erotic,  Ageplay and favorite author, and was a finalist for The BDSM Writer’s Con Golden Flogger award. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon’s Top 100 Erotic Authors and has been a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.



Life After Rachel by Maren Smith
“Nei!” Shaking her head, she leaned away, dropping almost all the way to the floor in her fight to avoid his lap.
“Stop,” he commanded, but she erupted in a flurry of panic. Slapping at his hand, she yanked to free her arm, forcing Daniel back to his feet. He jerked her close, abruptly stilling her struggles when he caught her shoulders and shook her. “Don’t!”
Hands braced against his chest, she pushed back. She shook her head, her eyes tearing all over again. It was a look that would haunt him, but he knew better than to yield. Not when the lesson she needed to learn was this important.
Daniel pulled her in so close that when she sucked another panicked breath, he felt the tips of her breasts brush against his chest. It sparked an instant reaction within him, a reaction he forced himself to ignore.
“Stop,” he repeated, lower, darker, infinitely more threateningly. “Don’t you dare fight me. If you want to risk your life, fine. Be my guest. But you don’t do it with my son around your neck. You understand?”
Her lips parted as she winced as his hands tightened on her arms. To bruise her arms wasn’t his intent and he made himself relax his grip. He didn’t reclaim his seat until, her bottom lip trembling, the fight seemed to ease out of her. This time when he drew her down to lie across his lap, her only resistance was a stiffening of her legs and the faintest lean backwards. She shook her head, but the end result was inevitable. She was bent until she toppled face-down across his waiting thighs and her whole body became as tense as a plank of wood.
Wrapping his arm around the small of her back to keep her in place, Daniel caught the back of her skirts and drew them up over her shoulders. The excess folds fell over her head like a homespun drape.
“Nei,” Ane whimpered, kicking her feet up in an attempt to cover her backside.
“Don’t.” He pushed at each ankle until, reluctantly, her feet returned to the floor.
Hers was a muffled whimper when he untied the backs of her bloomers and skinned them down her legs, baring the blushing swells of her bottom for a proper dose of discipline. Three thick, angry welts crisscrossed her flesh where the length of his belt had struck her before. The livid red tail of one weal extended a good four inches down the back of her right thigh. The flesh there had a purplish tinge and by nightfall would likely be an ugly bruise.
Daniel covered the mark with his hand, for a moment so ashamed of himself that he almost let her go. Thoughts of Torn-Ear changed his mind, but in that moment he knew there was no way in hell he would use his belt on her again.
Her whole body tensed when his hand abandoned the back of her thigh.
“Nei.” She thrust a hand back, desperately warding off what she knew was coming. He had no idea even if she understood what he was spanking her for, but he caught her wrist anyway and pinned it under her belly and out of his way. It only made her struggles frantic all over again. “Nei! Nei!”
Yes, was in the first hard slap of his palm. Welts or no welts, he was resolved to make this spanking one she remembered for the rest of her life, and he lit into her with all the strength of his arm.

Author Bio for Maren Smith:
Fortunate enough to have married my Dominant, I am a wife, coffee whore, pain slut, administrator at two local BDSM dungeons, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 120 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series, of which Kaylee’s Keeper reached #1 on all Amazon. Visit her blog here:http://badgirlscorner.wordpress.com