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#NewRelease - His Firm Direction - Alexis Alvarez - #romance #spanking #erotica

When she is offered the lead role in a bold, controversial new play by Axel Masters, the hottest off-Broadway director in the country, twenty-seven-year-old actress Cleo Martinelli is delighted. As rehearsals get underway, however, she finds herself having trouble getting into the mindset of her character, a woman whose firm-handed husband spanks her when she is disobedient.

After Cleo's difficulty playing her part convincingly leads to a public confrontation with Axel, she worries that she will be fired, but instead the handsome director calls her into his office, scolds her for her petulant attitude, and then suggests that she is in desperate need of the kind of stern correction the character she is struggling to play receives from her fictional husband.

To her surprise, being reprimanded like a naughty girl proves to be intensely arousing for Cleo, and soon enough she is lying over Axel's lap with her bare bottom exposed for a thorough spanking. His bold dominance leaves her begging to be taken long and hard, and a passionate romance quickly blossoms between them.

Cleo's new understanding of what it means to submit to a man's strict discipline pays off on stage, but as the positive reviews pour in she cannot help wondering what will happen to their relationship after the curtain falls on the last showing of the play. Is Axel truly in love with her, or does he see her as nothing more than an actress in need of his firm direction?

Publisher's Note: His Firm Direction includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
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Excerpt:“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I will do what you say,” she said, forcing the words out.
“You’ll love it,” he promised. “Take off your panties.”
“Right now?” she asked, her eyebrows shooting up.
“Are you supposed to argue, or just do it?”
“Do it, I guess.”
“You guess?” He crossed his arms. “You just earned yourself five extra spanks. You going for ten extra?”
“No! That’s not fair! You can’t give me extras. I don’t even, I’ve never even been spanked.” But the idea of being held down and given an extra punishment was somehow so arousing that she squirmed and pressed her thighs together, even while indignation surged through her at his cavalier confidence.
“All the more reason to be obedient your first time, then, I’d think,” he said. “Ten it is. If you don’t want it to be fifteen, give me the panties right now.” He held out his hand.
She hesitated, licked her lip, then slowly wiggled the fabric down over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out carefully, then extended her hand. “Here.”
“Thank you.” He tucked them into his jeans pocket, letting the lacy strings stick out. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Excerpt: “Sorry, Cleo.” His voice held remorse and resolve. “This is supposed to be punishment, so no more rubbing until it’s over. It’s time for those extras you earned… the ones with the belt. Don’t touch your ass.”
Adrenaline swirled through her body and she swiveled to look at his face.
“Watch what I’m doing, Cleo,” he ordered, shifting her so she was sitting on the couch.
“Ow! My butt is already sore,” she complained, but at a stern look from him, she stayed seated, although she shifted uncomfortably on the rough fabric, which made the stinging more prominent.
“No, please,” she begged, anxiety flooding her, as he deliberately held her eyes, pulling the belt from the loops with a soft swish. He folded it over and slapped it into his palm, and she jumped. “God! Axel.”
“Sir.” He nodded his chin at her. “In just a second, you’re going to get up on your knees and lean over the back of the couch. Keep your thighs spread wide. You’re getting ten hard ones with the belt. After that, I think you’ll be properly contrite.”
“Don’t.”
“Eleven.”
“Axel!”
“Twelve. I suggest you stop arguing, Cleo, if you don’t want the count to go higher.” He took the panties from his pocket and tossed them to her; startled, she caught them. “Slide these back on, but only up to your thighs. Now.”
“But why?”
“Because I like the way it looks.”

Excerpt: (Super Hot, Dirty One!)
“When I say, ‘Cleo, I want a good hard blowjob,’ you’re going to get on your knees immediately, wherever you are, whatever you’re doing. I don’t care what it is. You’re making lunch, we’re rehearsing, you’re sleeping and I wake you—you’re going to say Yes, Sir, and get right on your knees. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” This was horrible, so why was she all turned on?
“I may have you strip first; I may not. If I want you to strip first, I’ll have you get up and do it, then get back on your knees. Once you’re down for good, you’ll put your hands behind your back and allow me to bind them together. Do it now.”
She reached back and he fastened her hands with soft cuffs, crouching down behind her.
“That feel okay?” he asked, inserting a finger between the leather and her wrist. “Not too tight?” He ran his fingers lightly over her shoulders. “Wiggle for me.”
She shimmied. “Like that?”
He laughed and traced a path from her wrist up to her neck, and she shuddered at the soft, tickling torture. “Eee!”
“You good?” he asked, repeating on the other side.
She twisted to get away from the featherlike touch. “Yes! Ahaha!”
“You tell me if you are suddenly not, okay?”
She nodded, and he walked around her body and crouched down to look into her eyes. “I like seeing you bound like this. It makes your tits stick out for me.” He pinched them both, not too hard, and she sucked in a breath. He kept pressure on her soft skin while he spoke. “You’re not going to complain or argue. Your only answer will be yes, Sir. If you resist, I will use my belt on your ass, either right now or later. But believe me, I will do it, just like I held your legs up just now to punish you for disobedience. It will happen, and it will hurt. Got it?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
He squeezed her nipples hard enough to make her yelp, then licked each one in turn until she felt like her eyes must be glazed with desire.He stood and continued, “In fact, maybe I’ll have you take off the belt yourself and have it ready, just in case. And you’ll tell me, ‘Here’s the belt in case you need to whip me during the blowjob, Sir.’”
She nodded. Her pussy was practically weeping by now. God!
He walked around her and she couldn’t see him, and she wished she could. But his voice! That sexy, stern voice! “Then I’ll approach you and you’ll take my cock into your mouth. I’ll use your hair and head to guide you as I fuck your mouth as deep and hard as I want. When I come, you’ll swallow it all. If you miss a drop or gag, you get the belt. I want the belt to be your motivation to learn and improve. After a few belt spankings, I’m sure you’ll be very inclined to give me the perfect blowjob every time.”
He walked back around and stood in front of her, arms crossed. “Look at my eyes. Good. When I’m done, I’ll clean up and dress, and you’ll stay there on your knees, bound, silent, until I come back. Then you will thank me for the gift of my cock, for being allowed to suck it. I’ll untie you and help you stand, and then decide if you need any punishment with the belt for your performance.
“We’ll discuss it seriously, and you’ll agree if you missed the mark. If I have to whip you, we’ll do it in the bedroom, here. You’ll spread your legs as wide as they go and lean over the bed, showing me your naked ass as a target. And I’ll deliver some good hard blows that make you cry and jump and dance, until you’ve been properly chastised. Hmm?”
He knelt beside her and ran a hand down her body, stroking her skin, cupping her ass cheek, and she pushed into him, moaning. He pinched one nipple lightly and she sucked in her breath as he tweaked it, then worked the other. When he slid his hand between her ass cleft and fingered her gently, touching her, she whimpered.
“So wet,” he said.
She panted as if she’d run a race. She wanted him to fuck her right now. His words were driving her mad.
He leaned in and spoke softly into her ear, his mouth and words tickling her skin in the most tantalizing way. “You won’t get to come until later, probably. Although I might take pity on you and give you a nice finger-fucking orgasm if you’ve been especially good. Don’t count on it every time, though. Blowjobs for me don’t mean an automatic orgasm for you. That’s not fair, and it’s deliberately not fair. You’re going to work hard at your blowjobs to earn a great orgasm, and I’ll give them out when they’re deserved. Got it? You complain about not getting an O, you get more belt.”


Bio

Alexis Alvarez is an author, photographer, and digital designer who loves writing steamy romances.  Her female heroines are always strong, intelligent women who fall for the sexiest guy around...and get the happy-ever-after ending of their dreams.

Alexis is a wife and mom, a former chemical engineer, a dachshund-whisperer -- wait, that’s a lie. The dachshund usually does the exact opposite of what he’s told.

Do you like contemporary romance?  Darker BDSM/erotica novels?  Alexis has you covered. She writes in both genres. 

You can usually find Alexis hanging out with her family or her sisters, who are also romance writers, at their website, Graffiti Fiction.  The three of them love to drink wine together and laugh like hyenas while making dirty jokes and really inappropriate comments. Their mom is very proud.

One really cool thing about Alexis is that she’s a friendly author who loves meeting new people on Facebook. Please come on by and say hello. Thanks, and happy reading!

Contact links

Reader’s Group on Facebook – you will LOVE this fun, awesome, inappropriate place! Please join today. XOXO  https://www.facebook.com/groups/295997897414263/Amazon Author Page:  https://www.amazon.com/Alexis-Alvarez/e/B0107LJQEMFacebook Author Page:  https://www.facebook.com/AlexisAlvarezAuthor/Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14127116.Alexis_AlvarezTwitter:  https://twitter.com/AlexisAlvarezWrWebsite:  http://graffitifiction.com/

#NewRelease - A Well Placed Wish - Allysa Hart - #fantasy #romance #spanking

Buy Link: goo.gl/Vxc3n5         Blurb:
I lost everything, was shipped off to live with an aunt I barely knew, and was put to work cleaning her dilapidated antique shop.
And then, I met Callum.
Or should I say I released him?
I was a socialite with a strong sense of entitlement and a lot of anger.
He was a Dominant genie with a hard body and an even harder hand.
It could never work.
Could it?

Excerpt:
Words escaped me, and I felt the need to look away. As soon as I did, the first smack fell on my vulnerable bottom before he rubbed the sting away. Moaning, I pressed my bottom into his hand, silently begging for more. He did not disappoint, repeating the pattern over and over. Spank, caress, spank, caress, back and forth, up and down. The pressure in my core built just as the caresses changed to him exploring my sex with his fingers. I whimpered in need as I pressed against him, trying to get more.
“Not yet, naughty girl.” His fingers disappeared and the spanking continued. I was on fire inside and out, my bottom burning from crest to sit spots. Again his fingers renewed their  exploration, this time dragging the moisture backwards toward my most secret area. Ass play had always been off limits, but with the way my body sang for him, I was putty in his hands. He massaged my ring, bringing more and more moisture to my bottom hole. Without warning, he pressed his finger to the entrance. Instinctively, I tensed and tried to get away. Clicking his tongue he laid some intense smacks to the backs of my thighs, making me cry out.
“You don’t get to close yourself off to me. All that you are, is mine and mine alone.”

Buy Link: goo.gl/Vxc3n5About Allysa Hart
I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days.
            I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.
Stalk Ally at: Blog: http://allysahart.wordpress.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/allysahartauthor                   https://www.facebook.com/authorallysahart/       https://www.facebook.com/allycatscreations/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/allycat602/Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Allysa-Hart/e/B01M747C3A/ Email: allycat5765@gmail.com

#NewRelease - Holding Cynthia - Libby Campbell - #romance #erotica #spanking

Cynthia says: You just want to see me weak and submissive. Antony says: Princess, I’ve seen you submissive. I’ve never seen you weak.
Blurb:
Antony Jacobson first held Cynthia Donohue in his arms at a wintry December wedding. Four months later, the statuesque, silver-haired woman continues to haunt his thoughts.
Cynthia is about to move to the West Coast to be closer her daughter. As her plane touches down in her new city, she steels herself to cope on her own. When she finds Antony waiting at the arrivals gate, a wave of gratitude and desire floods through her.
A lifetime of independence hasn’t prepared Cynthia for a submissive role in a relationship. She craves love, romance, and someone to share sunsets. But deep down she believes her dreams are out of her reach. Worse, they are a betrayal of her feminist principles. That’s fine: indomitable, handsome Antony will wait.
She is tired and aching beyond all memory so Antony takes charge. Very quickly, he realizes there is something wrong, very wrong, with Cynthia’s health. He insists that she see a doctor.
She says he is overprotective. He agrees. He is also determined to look after her if she won’t look after herself. A trip over his knee shakes Cynthia to the core. In spite of herself she likes – she wants – this loving correction. More importantly, she agrees that he may be right about seeing a doctor.
Is Antony too much, too soon, or is he just what the doctor ordered?
Publishers’ note : Holding Cynthia is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Tough stuff, but worth it. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or spanking of minors.
Buy link: https://www.amazon.com/Holding-Cynthia-Romancing-Coast-Book-ebook/dp/B073X91F2H/r
Excerpt 1
Antony pulled his hand back and crossed his arms over his chest. “And when I dropped you at the massage center, what did I say?”
“You said I could call you for a ride home.”
“No, I told you to call me.”
“Told, asked. Same difference.”
“You may be a whiz at French, but you obviously need a few lessons in the English language. When I tell you to do something, it’s not multiple choice, pick the most appealing option. It’s an order, pure and simple. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I get what you’re saying.”
“And when you fail to obey me, there will be consequences. I want that clearly understood.”
“Con-se-quences,” Cynthia said the word slowly, pronouncing the se syllable as say, as if she were speaking French. She dragged it out to delay answering. “Would you care to elaborate?”
“Remember when I warned you that last night’s smack might just be a starter if you didn’t behave?”
She nodded.
“I wasn’t kidding. When you fail to look after yourself, I will spank you.”
His words hung in the air between them like a sudden frost.
Her mouth was chalk dry. “Spank me?”
“Yes, spank you. Bare your bottom and turn you over my knee. I want to keep seeing you. I want to see you well, managing your health sensibly. Obviously you’re forgotten how to do that over the years and you need some supervision. My supervision. And when you disobey me, I will punish you in the good, old-fashioned way. Do you understand?” His voice was level, calm. Most of all it was authoritative.
“What? You think I’m going to just submit to that?” Even as she asked the question her pussy clenched with desire and her fingers itched to touch him, to say yes with caresses. She wanted her body to consent so she wouldn’t have to say the words out loud.
“That is exactly what I think, Cindy.” He emphasized Cindyin a way that said he was going to use that name affectionately and proprietarily whether she agreed or not. He was telling her what the conditions of seeing him would be as if he sensed, quite rightly, that this was what she wanted.
Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books:
Seeing Ronnie .(Romancing the Coast, Book 1)
Simon in Charge – 3 book boxset, featuring:
Simon Says , Winning Sadie , and Sadie Says I Do .
Winning Sadie is also available as an audio book from Audible. Buy it here .
Libby Campbell, spanking writer and mischief maker
Libby Campbell writes in the bay window of her mock-Tudor home. Her muse is fueled by coffee, chocolate, and many cups of fragrant tea. Libby and her leading man share a love of hiking, beach walks, road trips, and an occasional night of dancing. They live in a leafy, seaside neighborhood on a rocky Canadian island.
Libby savors her evening bubble baths where she sings along to her favorite music, safe in the knowledge that no one can hear her. She loves all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big ones 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 writes the stories she wants to read. To see what she’s working on now, or how she formed her earlier novels, visit her Pinterest boards where she pins pictures that inspire her characters and their worlds.
Connect with Libby Campbell on social media:
Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell Find 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/B01B75CENW Pinterest: https://nz.pinterest.com/libby3054/

#FREE - Game of Thrones Instafreebie Giveaway - #romance #sex #erotica

Hello Lovelies!

Is your kindle feeling a little lonely? Do you need some new, sexy, steamy reads to warm you up at night?

I've got a ton of freebies for you below, including an instafreebie giveaway with 22 different authors and free deals from Ava Sinclair and Korey Mae Johnson.

I'm hard at work on Captive Brides Book 3 as we speak and it'll be in the hands of my publisher in the next couple of days. Keep your eyes peeled because Their Human Pet will be hitting Amazon before you know it.

XOXO
Sara Are you excited for the premiere of Games of Thrones this weekend?Well, so are we. In fact, twenty-two of us authors got together and decided to offer a free book in celebration. Go ahead and explore all the FREE books offered in this awesome giveaway celebration. All books share the same theme - feuding and sex, just like Game of Thrones.

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#NewRelease - Tying the Knot - Jennifer Bene - #romance #erotica #BDSM

Title: Tying the Knot (Thalia Book 4)Author: Jennifer BeneBUY LINKS:Amazon → http://amzn.to/2t4Zqni
(Also available in Kindle Unlimited)***“What does happily ever after look like after so much darkness?”
Blurb

What does happily ever after look like after so much darkness?

Over two years after the trauma of her kidnapping, and the auction that brought them together, Thalia and James are finally getting their happily ever after! Celebrating their love is a piece of wedding cake, but with the help of their wild and crazy friends from Purgatory, it’s destined to be a wedding day no one will forget.

A thrilling mix of kinky fun, laughter, surprises, and the same sexy heat you’ve come to expect from James and Thalia — Tying the Knot is the perfect conclusion to this series that has brought readers to the darkest of lows, and the highest of highs.

Now, it’s time for the light. It’s time to celebrate. It’s time to get married!


Excerpt

Rated R“Do you want to come, pet?” James’ voice was playful, sated from his orgasm and the act of punishment, but she was still twisted inside.
“If I’m forgiven, yes, Master, please?” she begged, trying to move beneath him, but he caught her hip to hold her still.
“You took your punishment, so of course you’re forgiven, but… I don’t know if I’m ready to let you come yet.” Lifting himself away from her, James grinned in that charmingly mischievous way, her already soaked pussy growing slick.
“I’m going to die,” she groaned dramatically, laid out on the floor in front of him as he stood, but he only laughed.
“Get up, pet. I want to touch you.”
With that temptation she almost jumped off the floor, trying not to sound too desperate.  “Where would you like me, Master?”
“On the bed like I asked.” James smiled, tugging the bedding back to fold it at the bottom, leaving a clean, white expanse.
“Yes, Master.” Biting back the grin she crawled onto the bed and knelt, but he only tilted his head, gaze flowing over her curves.
“Lay down for me and spread your legs. Arms up.” James had barely finished the command before he turned away, expecting her to obey as he moved to a chair near the curtained windows — and, of course, she did. When he returned he dumped an armful of rope and leather cuffs onto the bedding between her feet. “What did I promise you earlier today, pet?”
As he attached the first cuff around one ankle she tried to sort through the chaos of her mind to remember his words. “You promised to fuck me. Hard.”
“Oh, you’re right. I did.” James grinned as he lifted a piece of rope, tying it off to the cuff before pulling her ankle to the edge of the bed. “After what, though? There was a caveat.”
Thalia whined, dropping her head. “You promised to fuck me after you made me beg, and scream, and plead. But I have, Master!”
He finished tying off one ankle, and started on the next with a devious grin on his lips. “Punishments don’t count in play, pet. You know that.” The sharp jerk of the rope made her groan as she propped herself on her elbows.
“I want you! Please?” There was no shame in her desperate tone, even as he made her lay back against the bed again, his strong grip pulling one wrist towards the headboard, wrapping the soft leather cuff tight.
“What happens when you get bossy?” James smirked at her, glancing up occasionally as he crouched to tie the rope to the bed frame.
“You make me wait longer, Master.” It took more self-control than she thought she had in the moment, but she managed to avoid rolling her eyes.
“That’s right, pet. So, will you be a good girl and be patient for me?” He asked as he walked around the end of the bed, abs shifting with each step, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as he watched her in return. Gaze hungry, an amused expression on his face, but she could tell he was thinking. 
Plotting.
“I promise I’ll behave.”
The low chuckle as he bound her other wrist to the bed spoke volumes about what he thought of her answer. “Tell me, are you wet?”
“Yes, Master.” The exasperation fled her voice as his fingers brushed down her stomach, and when his fingers dipped between her thighs she almost shouted in relief. He traced her pussy, dragging her wetness to her clit to start slow, purposeful circles that were just enough to amplify the tension inside her.
“You are wet, pet.” Moving his hand lower he gently slid two fingers inside her, stretching her, bucking her hips to seek just a little more friction, but it did nothing. He was torturously gentle, his thumb brushing over her clit, back and forth, teasing passes that had her thighs twitching.
Groaning in frustration she jerked against her wrist cuffs, looking up at him in desperation. When he smiled, she let out a little scream and kicked her heels into the bed. “Master!”
“Oh, pet, no patience at all.” James pulled his fingers from her and tsk’d. “Is it so terrible to have me enjoy each and every twitch of your body? Every little sound you make when you’re so wet and wanting?” Wandering to the chair in the corner, leaving her bereft of his touch, his voice had her squirming on the bed.
Wrists twisting in the cuffs she tried to think clearly through the haze of the arousal, through the dull ache of the welts across her ass. “I just want you. Please?”
“You already had me in your throat, pet. You got to feel me, to taste me…” Returning to her, he sat on the edge of the bed and traced the outside of her leg. “Was that not enough?”
The idea that he might edge her the entire night made her whine low in her chest, gritting her teeth as she fought the pathetic stream of pleas she wanted to utter. Instead, she managed a simple, “Thank you, Master. For letting me taste you.”
“Such a good girl.” Chuckling, James leaned closer, almost kissing her, and her lips parted in expectation, but he spoke instead. “Will you continue to be a good girl for me?”
“What do you want me to do, Master?” She almost didn’t finish the question before he kissed her, his fingers delving between her thighs to roll against her clit, sending her hips into jerking pulses as she sought oblivion. He continued to rub her as he broke the kiss, his breath brushing over her lips.
“I want you to obey me, and not come until I give you permission. Understand the rules, pet?” James’ pupils had dilated again, that thin ring of dark green beckoning her to the very edge of her sanity as heat coiled tight between her legs.
“Yes, Master. I understand.” It felt like damnation to speak the words, but there was no other choice. She’d already disobeyed, twice, on today of all days, and this was her chance at redemption. Yes, she was forgiven, but this was about proving to herself that she could obey, that she could show some self-control.
Of course, that idea felt completely ridiculous when he made a low sound in his chest and slid his fingers back inside her. James’ lips closed over her nipple and she arched, moaning until he bit down and a brief scream escaped her. “I love the sounds you make.”
“Master…” she sighed, trying to focus on the way he stroked at her g-spot, toes curling as he applied a little more pressure and she gasped, just in time for him to bite down once more. A zing of electric tension, fireworks popping in her nerves, making her twitch, jerk against the cuffs without even meaning to move.
Sweet agony.

***************
Author InfoJennifer Bene is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, Suspense, Thrillers, Action & Adventure, Fantasy, Science Fiction, and Horror. While she’s been writing for years, it’s always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological storylines. Don’t worry though, she also insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after! Because without the dark, we’d never appreciate the light.Want to get a FREE book, news about upcoming releases, giveaways, appearances, and more? Sign up for her mailing list!Website - https://jenniferbene.com/ Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/jbeneauthorAuthor Facebook Page - https://www.facebook.com/jenniferbeneauthor/ Twitter - https://twitter.com/jbeneauthor Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/jbeneauthor/ Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/jbeneauthor BookBub - http://www.bookbub.com/authors/jennifer-bene

#NewRelease - A Strict Gentleman - Jaye Peaches - #romance #erotica #spanking

Sir Henry, a strict gentleman, needs an obedient maid, nothing more, until Kelly appears in his life.
Blurb:
Twenty-three-year-old Kelly Regan didn’t expect much excitement when she took a job as a curator at a historic estate, but upon encountering a beautiful, mysteriously powerful mirror she suddenly finds herself transported back to the Victorian era.
Kelly is intrigued by the estate’s owner, the handsome bachelor Sir Henry Yarlswood, and in order to learn more about life in his household she impersonates another woman and obtains a position as his maid. But Henry is not a man who tolerates dishonestly from his staff, and after her deception is discovered Kelly’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing spanking.
The stern punishment only increases Kelly’s desire to know more about her handsome employer, but after she is caught snooping through his personal effects she soon finds herself stripped naked for an even more shameful chastisement. Despite her sore bottom, however, she is deeply aroused by Henry’s firm-handed dominance, and when he claims her properly his masterful lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But will their blossoming romance be enough to keep her by his side, even if it means leaving her old life behind forever?
Publisher’s Note: A Strict Gentleman includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
BUY LINKS:
AMAZON
Excerpt (18+)
A light woke her. The flame flickered as the candle moved closer. It was as if it was hovering in mid-air. Her bleary eyes focused and she made out the silhouette of a man. It was Henry.
“Kelly,” he said softly.
“Sir,” she answered, sitting up.
He placed the candle on the table by her bed and used it to light her own. Two lights lit up his face. He’d removed his jacket and necktie, and his bare throat was magnified by his sculptured 
Adam’s apple and the veins in his neck. Was he angry?
He drew back the coverlet, uncovering her bare legs and rumpled shirt. “Lift up the shirt and show me your cunt,” he growled softly.
Had he been drinking? She smelt a little tobacco, but no wine or whisky upon his lips. His eyes weren’t angry, though, or rummy with intoxication. They were startlingly awake, vibrant, their blueness a laser in candlelight. Something had roused him, brought him up to the attic to see her in the middle of the night.
She obeyed him. It was a different kind of magic to the mirror but equally powerful. She liked obeying him. She liked his stern voice, the expectation of compliance, the erotic thrill of being wanted by him. It was a package bundled into something superlative and mystical, just like the mirror.
She shuffled the nightshirt up her thighs, past her hips and up to her belly. With no knickers on, nothing at all to hide her mound, she was exposed.
“Part your legs,” he commanded.
Her spine tingled with shivers as she spread her legs open.
He snatched a breath, leaning in to see her privates, her pussy, as she called it. The vulgar language he preferred to use was perfect for his time, but not hers. She wasn’t sure she liked it, except when he used the word, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and the rings in her nipples pinched.
“I have suffered long days, recently. Boring dinners, necessary for my social standing, but tedious for me. I cannot stop thinking about you. My little maid, up here, alone in the attic.”
Her lower lip trembled. “I’m here, sir. I’m willing.”
“I know,” he sighed deeply. “As am I.”

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#New Release - Protecting His Runaway - Measha Stone - #romance #erotica

To protect his runaway, Trevor will do more than hide her away. He will possess her, every beautiful inch of her. 
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Blurb:
After she uncovers her wealthy father’s ties to a prominent Chicago crime family, twenty-four-year-old Addison St. Claire flees to a small town in Michigan where she hopes to start a new life. Things are not that simple, though, and she is quickly tracked down by a stern, handsome police detective who makes it clear that Addison will be coming with him whether she likes it or not.
Detective Trevor Stringer is none too pleased at being assigned to babysit a spoiled rich girl, but he is determined to keep Addison safe, even if that means taking her over his knee for a painful, humiliating bare-bottom spanking when her defiance puts her life at risk. Despite her protests, her body’s response to his bold dominance makes it obvious that Addison is in need of a firm-handed man to keep her in line, and before long she is begging Trevor to claim her properly.
Over the coming days, Addison learns what it means to belong to a man who will not hesitate to strip her bare and punish her thoroughly whenever he feels it necessary. Whether she is pleading desperately for the release she has been denied after a hard spanking or writhing with pleasure more intense than she can handle as she is brought to one shattering climax after another, Addison is left with no doubt that she has been mastered completely.  But when she discovers that Trevor has kept an important secret from her, will she ever be able to trust him again?
Publisher’s Note: Protecting His Runaway is a stand-alone book which is the second entry in the Owned and Protectedseries. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Excerpt:
“You aren’t moving, Addison.” He kept his words firm. This was a teaching moment, start as you mean to go on, he’d been taught. “If you need help obeying, I’ll help you, but it will cost you. Every time I have to make you, force you, to obey you’ll be punished. So, understand that now before you make your next decision. I don’t want what isn’t freely given. You will give me your submission, you will give me your obedience.”Her breath came in shorter bursts, her breasts, those beautifully round pert tits, raised and fell with her breathing. Her arousal filled the room, he’d never smelled anything so potent- so delicate before. She must not have wanted to tempt fate, because she turned back around to face the bed, bending over at the waist and pressing her face into the mattress. Her hands slipped behind her, grabbing her ass cheeks but then stilling. She groaned. He doubted it was meant for his ears, but he’d heard it. He felt the agony of her decision, of her giving over to him, and it turned him on even more. If that made him a bastard, that was fine with him. “Addison, last warning.” He wouldn’t take much pleasure in making her. Taking her submission, taking what was given always gave sweeter vibes than making the girl. But every now and then he’d come across a sub who wanted him to make her. Those subs never lasted very long with him. He’d give them what they wanted, but there’d be a price and they rarely wanted to deal with that a second time. Maybe that was why he was still single, still looking for someone to be his full time. Or it was because he had more shit in his baggage than any one woman wanted to help him carry.He sighed, ready to intervene, but she got herself going again. Her fingers gripped the insides of her cheeks and with gentle care pulled them apart, revealing her pussy- glistening with her desire, and the dark pucker of her asshole. Closing the gap between them, he lowered himself down on his haunches, getting face to ass with her. “Fuck.” He inhaled. “The scent of your pussy is filling up the room,” he laughed. “No, don’t let go. I didn’t say that was a bad thing.” He tapped her right hand when it started to lose its grip.She groaned, and went back into position.“So, wet already, Addison. I’ve threatened to punish you. I’ve promised to make you give all of yourself to me, and you are near dripping.” With his middle finger, he slid through her folds, down to her clit and circled the swollen nub. At his touch, her back arched, her ass propped up higher, and she moaned. Not the embarrassed sound of earlier when she was caught playing with herself. But a hopeful, full of desire melody that spoke to him on darker levels than he’d tapped into in a long time. “Please, Trevor.” A soft plea as she pressed back against his finger. He flicked the nub, laughing when she yelped. “What, Addison? Remember, you have to ask, beg or I won’t.” He’d told her earlier he wouldn’t give her release until she begged for it, and he was a man of his word. She looked over her shoulder at him; her wide eyes finding his. “Trevor, please.” “Pull your cheeks further apart,” was his response. She readjusted her position and did as he asked. “Have you been fucked here?” He tapped her little pucker with this thumb while his middle finger continued to dance over her clit. “No.” She shook her head. “Please.” She arched more, pushing back. “You understand this will make you mine, this will mean until we part ways, you’ll do what I say, when I say, how I say, and if you don’t, I will punish you.” Two of his fingers were poised at her entrance. “Yes, yes.” She nodded, but it wasn’t the consent of a logical thinking woman. He pulled his hand free and stood up. “Trevor!” She stomped her foot on the floor.“Oh, acting the spoiled brat already?” He laughed and gave her two sharp slaps to her thighs with the flat of his hand. “Ow!” She let go of her ass and started to stand up, but he pushed her back down. “No, you stay down there. I’m getting a condom. Tell me now if you want this all to stop.” She licked her lips, biting at her lower corner. “I don’t want you to stop.”


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Other Titles by Measha Stone
Owned and Protected Series
Protecting His Pet
Protecting His Runaway

Black Light SeriesValentine Roulette Book 3 (Anthology of 8 authors)
Cuffed, Book 5
Windy City SeriesHidden Heart
Secured HeartIndebted HeartLiberated Heart

#NewRelease - Sharing Backstage - Paige Parsons - #romance #erotica #spanking

What happens when the girl who runs from everything finally decides to stay put?Harper Harrison is an accomplished, independent, and vibrant young woman. As a freelance production stage manager, she's no stranger to being in charge. She knows how to get the impossible done, even if she has to take a few shortcuts for the sake of theatre magic. She has one fatal flaw, though. When things get complicated, uncomfortable, or she even thinks they might go wrong, especially in her personal life, she bolts.
Lucas Mason is a fellow freelancer, and when they work the same show, sparks fly. They share a love of the stage and high stakes sex. They've christened nearly every location backstage unashamedly, but Harper wants more. Lucas makes every effort to keep her at arm's length. He blames it on their crazy schedules, but Harper believes something more is going on.
They reconnect after an extended break and Harper is shocked to find out that Lucas is now her boss. He has a dominant streak that he isn't afraid to display, and she isn't a fan. Answering to Lucas takes more than a little getting used to, and after a trip or two over his knee, she decides that maybe a relationship with him is more than she bargained for, after all.
Harper leaves town to chase her Broadway dream and to take comfort in the familiarity of her ex-boyfriend. New York isn’t home, though, and Harper has to face the truth of her situation. The easygoing man she's with isn't the one she wants or needs. Lucas is three thousand miles away, and he has no intention of chasing her.
To have the life she wants, Harper will need to face all of her demons, confess her transgressions, and accept her punishment. It's the only way they'll ever find themselves sharing backstage again.
Publisher’s Note: This work contains depictions of adult sexual activity and adult domestic discipline. If you would rather not be exposed to such topics, please don’t read this book.
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Excerpt
Her door opened and closed quickly, with the loud click of the lock connecting. When her pacing turned her back to it Harper saw Lucas standing there, arms crossed and a penetrating glare.
“You ever hear of knocking?”
“I doubt you would’ve heard me, although anyone coming down this hall could sure hear you. What’s going on, Harper?”
“Nothing. Forget it.”
“No, we are not doing this. You say nothing and forget it, and then they’ll be another blow-up. It’s what you do when you don’t deal with things. You don’t pretend with me.”“When you get your degree in psychology, then you can talk to me about my lack of coping skills.”
If she had been paying more attention to his movements instead of nursing her rage, Harper would’ve noticed the door being locked and the closing of the blinds on her glass side panel window. Unfortunate for her she decided to top her tirade by turning her back on her severely perturbed boyfriend. Pressing the full front of his body against her back, Lucas leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“You have thirty seconds to rethink your last comment and retain your right to talk from an upright position.”
The hairs the back of her neck began to rise along with the prickles of goose flesh running from the back of her neck and down her arms. It was his closeness and the soft intensity of his voice that kept her from turning around on her own. Her pause to check her own reaction to his words and actions made her reflexes slower than his thirty-second ultimatum.
Author Bio:
Paige Parsons is a creative Joan of all Trades, with her first love being theatre. Now living and working in Japan, Paige, a native New Yorker, has always loved the world of make believe. Whether reading, writing or performing she loves a good story. 
She holds an undergraduate degree in Communications-Broadcast Journalism/English-Creative Writing, a graduate degree in Elementary Education, and is ABD for her doctorate in Education-Brain Research. 
Having spent the last 25 years collecting stories around the stage as an actress, stage manager, and production manager, it is no surprise that Paige loves to tell stories, read stories, and put stories up on the stage.

#NewRelease - Monster - Jennifer Bene - Hero Undercover - #romance

Title: Monster (Appearing in… Hero Undercover Box Set with Blushing Books)Author: Jennifer BeneAvailable for pre-order, goes live: June 27, 2017 99¢ until July 3rd, then it goes up to $6.99BUY LINKS:·      Amazon: http://amzn.to/2sBmo6d·      B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1126520993·      iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/hero-undercover/id1245305480?mt=11

***Boxset BlurbCAN YOU HANDLE 25 SMOKIN' HOT, TAKE-CHARGE, BAD BOYS?

Don't miss this sizzling compilation of panty-melting military masters, determined detectives, and rope twirling cowboys. Your knees will grow weak with each take-charge encounter leaving you breathless for more. Sink into the novellas and submit to these sinfully strict salacious alpha males.

Penned by 25 New York Times, USA Today, and award-winning, best-selling romance authors.

Annabel Joseph, Addison Cain, Renee Rose, Maggie Ryan, Maddie Taylor, Emily Tilton, Trent Evans, Jennifer Bene, Jane Henry, Sophie Kisker, Megan Michaels, Katherine Deane, Maggie Carpenter, Maisy Archer, Alyssa Bailey, Claire Conrad, Stevie MacFarlane, Piper Stone, Anya Summers, Lucy Wild, BJ Wane, A.C. Rose, April Hill, Amelia Smarts, Meredith O'Reilly[image error] 
Monster BlurbI’m a monster.
There are no pretty words to wrap up the things I’ve done, the things I’ve been witness to, all in the name of the law. But wrong or right gets mixed up the longer you’re undercover, and what used to be a mask feels more like who I really am with each passing day.
Cold, ruthless, vicious. I’m Paulo García’s monster, and I’d swallowed that bitter pill whole, learned to deal with it… until she stormed into the house like some avenging angel.
And that’s what she is, an angel.
Nicole wants to save her brother. She showed up with an envelope full of cash and a smart mouth and found herself in a den of monsters. I wish I could say I was the best of them, I wish I could say I wanted to protect her — but she’s so damn sweet, and my life’s been bitter for too long.
And all I want is a taste before this world destroys her.
***
Excerpt:
The boys opened the front door, and Paulo strolled into the sitting room, making his way to the wet bar. One of the most violent drug lords ever to come out of South America, and he looked like he was on vacation with his casual clothes, his falsely friendly demeanor. My grip on the tequila bottle tensed as I stared at the man, but I made sure my expression was blank. It didn’t matter how much I hated him, I was his until the job was done.
“Not curious about the girl, Andre?” Paulo asked, tilting up his fresh drink to take a sip.
“Why should I be curious when I can get the play by play just from listening?”
“Well, José seems to think she’s a security risk.”
“If you need her handled, I’ll do it, jefe. Otherwise, I see plenty of ass walking around Miami.” I stayed still. Discussing shit like this was practically second nature now.
Paulo chuckled, leaning back with his elbows on the bar. “That’s what I like about you, Andre. Cold as ice.” He waved his drink at the men crowding the front door where a buzz of conversation had picked up. “The others are so hot tempered, they don’t think. You think.”
“Emotion clouds judgment.”
“You’re right. My father used to say… mata a tu corazón, o te matará. Do you know this phrase?”
I hadn’t heard it before, but I knew what it meant, and it fit Paulo perfectly. “Kill your heart, or it will kill you.”
A shark’s grin spread across Paulo’s features. “Exactly. Emotion makes you weak, and weakness is death.”
“Your father was a smart man,” I answered, voice on automatic, but the words were almost overridden by the feminine shout that came from the front door.
“Are you in there Paulo García? HUH?”
The man’s eyebrows lifted the tiniest fraction, his chilling smile not shifting. “Let her in, José.”
“Keep your fucking hands off me.” The blonde that stumbled into the room from the foyer was clad in shorts and a form fitting blue shirt that had some phrase across it in pale, swirling text. Male laughter followed her, and I forced myself to be still, not even breathing so I wouldn’t move.
She was definitely American, and fucking beautiful, and as I turned my eyes back to Paulo I knew the man smelled blood in the water. A wicked hunger waking up in those coal black eyes — the same hunger that I hated myself for feeling. “Hola, señorita. What can I do for you?”
“Do for me?” Her voice was practically boiling with rage, tanned cheeks flushing with it as she held out a thick envelope. “How about leaving my little brother the fuck alone? I’ve got your money, and I want you to take it and then never fucking speak to him again — any of you! That is what you can do for me, asshole.”
Marco and Diego started laughing behind her, amused by her little outburst as they looked over her curves, her strong legs, all the way down to the multi-colored running shoes on her feet. Even Paulo seemed vaguely amused as he spread his arms wide. “I have no idea who your brother is, belleza, but if he owes me money that was his choice.”
“Fuck you! I know you hurt Chris, threatened him, but this is it. Take your money, and get out of his life!” She shook the envelope again, shouting, and my cock twitched at the same moment my stomach dropped.
Brave and stupid. Paulo was going to eat her alive.

Author Bio:Jennifer Bene is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, Suspense, Thrillers, Action & Adventure, Fantasy, Science Fiction, and Horror. While she’s been writing for years, it’s always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological storylines. Don’t worry though, she also insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after! Because without the dark, we’d never appreciate the light.Want to get a FREE book, news about upcoming releases, giveaways, appearances, and more? Sign up for her mailing list !Website - https://jenniferbene.com/ Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/jbeneauthorFan Group - https://www.facebook.com/groups/JenniferBeneDarkHaven/Twitter - https://twitter.com/jbeneauthor
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#NewRelease - Captive Vow - Alta Hensley - #romance #erotica #dark

Captive Vow by Alta Hensley 
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I take you. To honor and obey. Till death do us part. This is my solemn vow. I am caught in the madness of a deep obsession. Stolen away to become his perfect and dutiful wife. Trapped in a twisted and dark courtship. Forced and trained in the wifely duties of an obedient bride. I am his. Captive ever after… ***Captive Vow is a dark romantic thriller. If you don’t like a sprinkle of shock, a dash of taboo, and a heavy dose of sex, then don’t take a sip of my cocktail.
 


  About the Author: Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling erotic romance author who has had #1 top-selling books in dark, contemporary, BDSM, erotic science fiction, humor, suspense and historical. She writes the hot, dark, and dirty romance. Being a multi-published author in the romance genre, Alta is known for her dark, gritty alpha heroes, sometimes sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission. 





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