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HIS VAMPIRE HAREM - 99c #gayparanormalromance #pnrromance

 

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BADASS BIKER - Cover Reveal

 I'm totally thrilled to show off the cover for book #1 in my heart-stoppingly wild new series DIRTY BIKERS.


BADASS BIKER will be hitting the shelves very soon and I'm just finishing up book #2 COCKY BIKER, and then onto book #3. I'm loving it and so will you!
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Saturday Spankings - OBEYING HER VIKINGS #vikingromance #spankingromance #historicalromance #audible

New reverse harem AUDIOBOOK - super kinky Vikings who are happy to share!  Read brilliantly by Tabitha Rayne who brings every character to life. 

ABOUT
After Viking warrior Wade Gudlaug's hunting expedition is delayed so long that his bride-to-be presumes him dead, he returns home to find that another man has begun courting her. The first instinct of both men is to fight to the death over the woman they love, but when she begs to be spared the pain of losing one of them it is decided instead that she will be their shared bride.
Though Iona soon finds herself with her cheeks blushing and her well-spanked bottom burning, when her new husbands claim her together she is left sore, spent, and satisfied. But when a third man seeks to marry her as well, will she be able to handle the appetites of so many Vikings?


SNIPPET FROM OBEYING HER VIKINGS
She blew out a breath, trembled, then dipped her shoulders beneath the chill. After blowing out another breath, she submerged completely.The cold filled her ears, clasped her scalp, and tweaked her nipples to hard points. She treasured it, this moment; it was cleansing, rejuvenating, almost like being reborn.When she stood, she kept her eyes closed, turned and smoothed her hair over her head. The sun was a welcome stroke of warmth, one she went months without in the winter.“Ah, thanks be to Freya,” she said, breathing deep and enjoying the tickle of the breeze on her wet skin.“Well, there is a welcome sight for any Viking warrior with blood running in his veins.”She flicked her eyes open. “Wade!”He stood not ten feet away from her. Not a vision, as she’d seen him when he’d first left and she’d dreamed of him every night, but real flesh and blood. Tall and handsome, with thick dark hair and black eyes that flashed with intelligence. His shoulders were broad and wide and the sun hit the side of his face, making the swirling tattoo that meandered from his scalp, over his ear, his temple and to his jawline appear all the darker.“What are you doing here? I thought…” She frowned as anger mixed with relief that he was alive. “It’s been many months.”“And for that I am sorry, my hunting didn’t go to plan.”“I’d agree with that.” She paused, her heart doing a strange flip, the way it used to when Wade came calling to the farm—the way it did now when Tal visited.“I sent word with a wanderer.” He grinned, his gaze slipping lazily down her naked body then slowly back up again. “Gave him three good coins too. He assured me you’d received my message.”“What message?”His grin faltered. “He assured me he’d seen you, told you I wasn’t coming back as soon as planned.”“I never saw any wanderer. He lied to you. And took your coins.” She slammed her hands on her hips. The air licked over her naked body, tightening her nipples. A remembered sensation of Wade touching them, stroking them, licking them rushed into her mind.He’s really here? He’s back. It’s what I asked the gods to give me, for so long I asked them until I gave up.“I will find him and he will be sorry, this idiot wanderer.” Wade huffed then another grin spread on his face. “But as you can see I got lucky, and I’ve come back to feast with my woman.” He gestured to a huge pile of rabbits, a deer, and several big game birds lying by the rock, but he didn’t take his attention from her. “And now I’m thinking I’ll feast on you, my redheaded maiden.”She scowled. “Is that right?”“Aye.”“After all this time you really think you can just walk back onto my farm and…”“And take you. Aye, I do. You are mine.” He tossed aside the silky brown pelt strewn over his broad shoulders, then shucked out of his tunic to reveal his wide, hair-matted chest. “Come here…”Iona didn’t move. She loved Tal. He was her man now. She’d thought Wade had gone forever, that he’d been killed or maimed or taken a wife in some other valley or kingdom.“Come here now.” His voice was growling.“No, I can’t, it’s not like it was, I—“Now.”“Or else?” Her mind was spinning.“You’ll be over my knee.”She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Myriad new images flashed through her mind. This was the first time she’d ever been threatened with a spanking. The thought of Wade tipping her over his knee, Arne style, wasn’t completely abhorrent and it spread a tingle of anticipation and longing over her ass cheeks and down her legs. The sensation settled in her knees, weakening them. Maybe it was because she was angry and relieved, shocked and surprised and the emotions had combined into one big confusing broth.“I’m warning you, little one.” Wade released the buttons on his trousers then pushed them down his legs. His erection sprang free, the tip glossy and the shaft dark and thick. “Do not deny Wade Gudlaug the Fourth.” He jabbed his thumb on his chest. “When I have returned to take you.”The tremble attacking her found its way to her pussy, then her nipples. Her breaths were coming in short excited pants.Wade kicked away his boots and stood on the shingle, naked and irresistible.I have to resist.“But Wade, you don’t understand, now I—”“Are you going to make me come and get you?” he roared.She pressed her fingers to her lips, holding back a gasp as his loud voice echoed around the rocks.“You asked for it.” His eyebrows lowered and he stomped to the waterline, his feet sinking in the stones. He then splashed through the water toward her, apparently unaware of the cold.“Wade, no!” She turned away.She didn’t see it but he must have moved faster than the wind, because the next thing she knew his arms were around her waist and his body pressing up against her back. “Wench.” He held her tighter, his cock jutting into the hollow of her spine. “Trying to escape, are you?”“Leave me alone, you big brute.” She didn’t really want him to let go. She’d longed for him to return and hold her.But what about Tal…?His mouth was against her ear. “You’ll never escape me, Iona. We’ll be together in this life and in Valhalla.”Suddenly air was pushed from her lungs and the breeze hit her ass. A stinging slap landed over both buttocks. A real hard whack that sent a shockwave of heat over her skin.“Ow!” she shrieked, scrabbling to clutch onto Wade’s torso. She kicked her legs, her heels banging upward.“Stop that.”Another resounding spank, this one she was sure would leave a handprint. Again she cried out and squirmed. “Let me go.”“Keep still.” He made his way back to the shoreline, storming through the water.“Wade!”“I told you not to make me come and get you from the water.”

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Alone. Exhausted. Hunted...Found by Warriors.
Alice Bennett's situation couldn't be worse, but that's not going to stop her fighting. She has a plan - a plan to escape the cruel man leading her wagon train and survive alone in the mountain wilderness.
She has skills, a few supplies, and a loyal horse. But life is about more than just staying alive, and when a mysterious and handsome local with a proud, passionate glint in his eyes and an affinity with the forest shows up she is as captivated as she is terrified.
And then she meets his warrior friends!
Tensions soar. Desires flare. Jealousy rears. Can Alice handle the fierce determination of the men promising to protect her? Will her spirit ever truly belong with the people who've welcomed her into their lives? And will the love of three Chochmi warriors be her true salvation? 

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Saturday Spankings - NEW RELEASE #vikingromance #spankingromance #viking #romance

 

Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week I have exciting news as I have a brand spanking new novel out titled MASTERED BY THE VIKING KING. I can't wait for you to meet King Njal, ohhhh he's dominant and stern and needs the love of a good woman to open his heart again.

ABOUT
As a mere peasant girl, Tove is surprised to learn that she is to be presented to King Njal as a potential bride. While she is soon blushing crimson as she is stripped bare and put on shameful display for the king, the real shock comes when she is chosen as his queen and then brought to the fearsome Viking warrior's bedchamber with her bottom already bright red from a spanking.
Though he wastes no time in claiming her hard and thoroughly and does not hesitate to deal firmly with her when necessary, Njal proves far more loving than Tove would have expected and she cannot help wanting to impress him and prove herself to the people she now helps rule. But when he sails off to war, will she lose the man who has mastered both her body and her heart?

EXTRACT
Tove stepped in and was glad of the warmth from a large central fire. “The princess will need the most preparation as she is the one who will be chosen as queen," she said, "I do not require much more than to be presentable to the crowd.”Wanda waggled her finger. “Do not be so sure she will be chosen. Our king is unpredictable.”“But she is beautiful, and rich.”“I would not disagree, but are those the qualities King Njal wishes to find in his new wife?”“Wouldn’t every man want that?”Wanda shrugged and walked to a pot of steaming broth. She ladled some into a bowl, and handed it to Tove. “Here, eat, then you can bathe and dress. Tonight. your life may change forever.”“I doubt that.”Again, Wanda didn’t answer, instead walking to a young woman who was tending a green tunic with a needle and thread.“Thank you for the broth,” Tove said.Wanda smiled. “You look like you could do with it.” The door burst open again, the wind pushing it into a stool and knocking a bowl to the floor.A woman, flamed-haired, stood there panting. Her eyes were wide and her breasts almost spilt from her tunic.“Gert!” Wanda turned to her.“Arne, he is…” She spun to look over her shoulder. “He is furious with me.”“What have you done this time?” Wanda asked.“Naught…much.”“That is for your husband and my nephew to decide.” Wanda pointed to a woven screen. “But you may catch your breath behind there.”“Thank you.’ Wanda rushed forward, again almost bumping into Tove and this time nearly spilling her precious broth.“Where is she?” The doorway filled with an ogre of a man. His wide shoulders almost touching the frame and his boots caked in mud. “Where is that wife of mine?”Gert let out a yelp. “No!”A deep growl rumbled from his throat and he lunged forward. “You. Wench. You will feel the wrath of my hand into next week.”“No. Please.” Gert gripped the screen. “I am sorry. I beg you. Have mercy.”He took no notice of her plea and grabbed her upper arm. They jostled and the screen half fell revealing a bed strewn with furs.He pushed her to the bed and she landed on her belly. With a flick of his hand he dragged up her tunic to reveal her undergarments.“Arne. No.” Gert wriggled and writhed but to no avail. If anything it rucked up her clothing more. “Please.”Arne was too big and strong, and he set a huge hand in the small of her back and pinned her down. “Keep still, you are making my plans for your punishment worse, wife. Much worse.” He yanked at the material covering her round ass and pulled it down exposing her pale buttocks.Gert yelped and attempted to shield her ass with her hands.He batted her attempts away, and delivered a hard swift slap to the center of her cheeks.She yelped again and kicked up her heels.This seemed to infuriate him more and crouched over her, he set to a rapid rhythm, layering up the spanks over both buttocks.Tove watched on as Wanda closed the door and retrieved the bowl. She’d never seen an argument with such heat, anger and passion. It was as if they were in the room alone. Nothing else existed except the punishment Arne was determined to deliver.The other girls continued with their preparations. Wanda stirred the broth again.But Tove was mesmerized. The slap, slap sound of flesh on flesh filled her ears. Gert’s desperate wriggling and her rippling, reddening ass cheeks was all she could look at. Her own buttocks tingled and her nipples tightened. She gripped the broth tighter.Arne reminded her of the giant brutes from her dreams. All muscle and fury, domination and grit. His narrowed eyes were alive with fire and he too was breathing fast.On and on the spanking continued. Gert cried out and begged him to stop.Her words fell on deaf ears.When his attentions went to the backs of her thighs her screeches became more high-pitched.“You will not waste food again,” he bellowed. “Nor give it away.”“I’m sorry.” Tears streaked down her face. “The wanderer was hungry.”“Wanderers are not welcome here. On new order of King Njal.”Suddenly Arne stopped spanking his wife and flipped her over.She was naked from the waist down except for her boots. The patch of hair on her mound dark and the skin of her thighs snow-white.He grunted and fiddled with his belt, quickly released it.“Arne.” Gert stared up at him, her fists full of furs and her face wet and hot.“You drive me to insanity, woman,” he said, releasing his cock.Tove caught barely a glimpse of his member before he angled it at his wife’s spread sex and blasted in with the force of an ogre.Gert cried out. Her back arched and her legs hooked up around his waist. It had sounded to Tove like the action of taking her husband into her body pained her, but her reaction—clinging to him, pulling him closer—told her the opposite.“Ah sweet, wicked cunny,” Arne said, pushing his wife’s hair from her brow and staring into her eyes. “You anger and tempt me in equal measures.”“Oh, Arne,” she gasped. “I am at your mercy. I am yours.”“Aye, wife. You are.” He thrust his hips harder, pulling out, driving in.The bed frame creaked. The screen fell a little bit more.Tove’s mouth was dry and she licked her lips. Her parents had never behaved this way. Was it normal? Is that why no one else was taking any notice? Or was it just Arne and Gert who behaved like this and everyone was used to it?Tove had no idea.Their coupling was intensifying. Arne grinding in hard, as though on a mission to fell a tree or hunt down a wolf. Tove could tell that nothing would stop him finding his pleasure now, he desired his wife’s punished body and was taking what he wanted.But Gert too was gasping and crying out. Her hands had locked in his long hair and her toes curled. The tempo was frantic.Tove pressed her legs together. Heat was growing between her thighs. It went upward, to her sex, to her belly. Not unpleasant but exciting, expectant, anticipatory.She knew their climax was coming. That their feral, noisy coupling was about to reach a crescendo.And then it was there. Gert cried out. A long, pleasure-soaked wail that seemed to go right through Tove too.Arne let out a string of praises to the All Father that ended on a long groan.They stilled. Arne sprawled over his wife with his face buried in her neck. She tenderly pushed his hair aside and kissed his ear.“Tove, girl. Eat your broth.”Tove tore her attention to Wanda. “I…er…yes. Thank you.”“As you can see,” Wanda said, leaning close, like a conspirator, “if you get chosen you will need your strength. And my nephew Arne, he’s a butterfly in comparison to the king.”

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New reverse harem AUDIOBOOK - super kinky Vikings who are happy to share!  Read brilliantly by Tabitha Rayne who brings every character to life. 
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Mistletoe Menage - Festive MMM - pre-order your copy today! #gayromance #threesomeromance #GBLTromance

 MISTLETOE MENAGE

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The winter days might be frosty, but a new guy in town is sure to heat up Father Nicholas and Dr. Zach!
Reverend Nicholas Simmons has traveled a bumpy road before landing in the small town of Mindle with his doctor husband. So, when a new, very sexy, very enticing young man shows interest in them both, he’s reluctant to rock the boat.
Zach, however, can’t keep the flashes of desire from his eyes. He’d never cheat, of course not, but visions of hot threesomes dance in his mind. Will Nicholas ever agree? If so, what would it be like? How hard would they all come?
Brandon isn’t looking forward to his first Christmas in Mindle. He’s alone. Exhausted. Friendless. That is, until he meets the Reverend and Zach. From that first moment he’s equal parts fascinated and turned on by them. Sure, they’re older than he is, but that just heightens his lust and increases his need to get hot, sweaty and naked with them.
Will their romance have a backdrop of tinsel and holly? Can three strong, passionate men truly connect with absolute honesty? And on Christmas night, will they each get the ultimate present—one another—under the tree?