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Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a treat for all you OUTLANDER fans - considerably kinkier though.


Moira’s heart was racing and her skin prickled with heat. Mortification was rushing through her veins. The indignity of being spread over the table by two men, neither of whom she was wed to, was too much.And they want to spank me?“Get the hell off. You have no right.” She tried to straighten, but Kendal had his hand set in the centre of her back, keeping her still and in place.She knew it was Kendal because Reid was now on the opposite side of the table. He had his arms crossed, biceps bulging, and his attention was set firmly on her face.He was set in to watch the show and would not be her rescuer; that much was clear.And there was something even more shameful at having Kendal deliver a spanking. She barely knew him. “I will pay you back for this,” she said, twisting her head left and right.“That’s not how it works, and you ken that.”She was shifted forward, fast, as her skirts were drawn up.“Oh, please... no.” Not her bare ass. Not that.“You wear such thick skirts, Moira, you would not feel my hand over all of this fabric.”Cool air washed over her naked buttocks.“And is it my problem you chose not to wear panties?” He chuckled.“Oh...” She stared up at Reid as Kendal rubbed over first her left then her right ass cheek. “I don’t think she wears panties very often,” Reid said. “For future reference, my friend.”“Good to ken.”“Future!” she shouted. “There is no future. I want you both to leave.”“You will get your wish, after this.” A hard swat hit down on the buttock nearest to the side he stood.She jerked forward and yelped.“And what’s more,” Kendal said, pinning her harder to the table. “You’ll be coming with us.”“What? I... ouch!”Another spank landed hard. The opposite buttock this time. It had male muscle behind it and the heat spread fast.“Keep still,” he said.She hadn’t noticed she’d been scrabbling to escape.“I mean it. Keep still or I’ll tie you down.”He wouldn’t.Another set of hard thwacks rained down, covering each ass cheek and the tops of her thighs. She arched her back, clawed the table top, and went up onto her toes.“Ah, you’re already turning such a pretty rosy shade,” Kendal said, pausing and rubbing his palms over her buttocks again. “You take punishment well.”“That’s it, no more.” She squeezed her eyes closed. They were moist and a tear trickled from her left one.“You’re doing well, not long to go.”The air moved from her right buttock seconds before his firm swat connected with her flesh. She jerked forward as white-hot heat shot through her skin.“Keep still.” Reid was in front of her, holding her hands. “Don’t make him tie you down.”“But... oh, it hurts.”“That’s the idea. Next time you’ll think twice about disobeying us.”“Next time it will be the birch,” Kendal said.

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Yes! I've branched out. Introducing my new thrilling detective trilogy - IRONASH. Check out the new pen-name too (so readers don't get confused and think there's romance...there isn't!)


I had a busy few months before Christmas, head buried in the laptop every day I wrote the entire IRONASH trilogy. I wanted readers to be able to know all books would be readily available (they'll all be released in February) as there is one big story that covers all three novels as well as individual stories within each title.
The heroine is a kick-ass British detective and has a hunk of a partner (think Luther!) - though he's not all he appears. Ironash is a fictional town in central England and I adored writing every book, especially (and I don't know what this says about me!) getting into the minds of killers.


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Revenge is best served cold.
When Shona Williams returns to her hometown, Ironash, as an experienced DI, she has scores to settle. Justice will be delivered. What they did to her was evil.
Trouble is, she’s been thrown into the middle of a serial killer’s spree. Barely catching a breath between murders, he’s rampant, merciless, twisted, and preys on the weak.
Will her new partner, Earle Montaque, be a hindrance or a help? Will she have time to work on her very personal case? And will the murderer slip up so they can swoop in?
Only God knows.



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January - The Perfect Month For A Threesome

January is always such a grey month, not helped by battling to stick to all of those New Year resolutions. So to add some Technicolour and light relief into your life, let me showcase LONDON MENAGE, a set of three devilishly sexy novels (MMF, MFM, MMF) that are sure to heat you up to boiling point on a cold day!
Click on the covers to be taken to Amazon, it doesn't matter what order you read them in as they are only very loosely linked by the heroines being friends.

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Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a few from THE RANGER'S RULES to heat us up in this cold month of January!

“Come here.” He removed his shades and set his attention on her.“What?”“Come here.” He held out his hands, palms up, and continued his steely stare.She placed her hands on her hips. “Why?”“You know why.” He clenched his jaw, and a tendon in his cheek twitched.Fuck, was he really planning on spanking her again? Surely not. She’d learned her lesson, seen what a close call she’d had with being lion fodder. A spanking wasn’t necessary.“I won’t tell you again,” he said, his tone almost as dangerous as she imagined a lion’s growl to be.“You really think I’m going to let you smack my ass again?” She cocked one hip and scowled at him.“You don’t have a choice.”“Sure I do.”“You broke the rules.” Suddenly he reached forward and grabbed her wrist. In one sharp tug he yanked her close.“Rhett, don’t be so Neanderthal,” she said on a gasp as she stumbled against him.“I’m keeping you alive.” He tugged, hard, and pulled her over his lap.The air rushed from her lungs as her chest connected with his thighs, and she rushed to push herself upright. “Get off.” But once again it was no good, he held her firm.“Keep still, damn it.” He dragged her body closer to his and secured his arm over her shoulders.“Jesus, what the... Rhett,” she said as her hair hung over her face and she gripped the chair and his leg.“Maybe after this you’ll think before risking your life,” he said. “Maybe after this you’ll follow my rules.” In one sharp wrench he drew her short skirt up and over her buttocks.“Hey!”Then, much to Casey’s horror, she was aware of fresh air washing over her butt as he pulled her small black knickers down her thighs.“I’ll... you... how dare you.” She tried in vain to sit. Kicked her legs, and bashed his calf with her fist. A spank was one thing, but stripping her, exposing her... she’d have him in court for this.A sharp stinging slap covered her left buttock. She cried out in surprise even though she’d known it would be coming. She guessed she’d still been recovering from the shock of him baring her ass.Another spank, harder this time, on the other cheek.“Ouch... fuck!” A now familiar swarm of humiliation burned through her. It brought moisture to her eyes and curled her toes.The next two smacks had her crying out again. Yes, they hurt, but it was also fury, mortification, and shame that had her yelping. Why was she letting him do this? “I demand you let me go, now.”He smoothed his palm over her ass cheeks.She held her breath, strangely enjoying the sensation of his palm rubbing over her patches of heated skin. For a moment time seemed to freeze. His hand on her, caressing and soothing, filled her world.“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet, Casey,” he said.Her situation steamrollered back into her consciousness. “What bloody lesson?” Anger sharpened her words and she twisted her head furiously from side to side. A strand of hair stuck to her lip but she ignored it.“My point exactly.” He thwacked again, over and over, the sound of his flesh connecting with hers echoing around the veranda.

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Do you love reverse harem romances? Love Christmas books? Then check out Moonstone!Moonstone is a standalone contemporary reverse harem romance, which is part of the Jewels Café series—all of which can be read as standalones.




Blurb:
Christmas gifts aren’t the only surprises Ginny is going to get this year.
Moonstone Guinevere ‘Ginny’ Miles is in Silver Springs visiting her parents for the holidays. They moved to the town five years ago, and adore their new life here. Used to the hustle and bustle of London, England, Ginny isn’t convinced at first—what’s so great about a small town in Upstate New York, anyway? Despite her own opinions, it’s clear to Ginny the move has done her parents the world of good—they look years younger. There’s clearly something magical about this town.Following some exploration of her own, Ginny discovers Silver Springs has its charms—Jewels Cafe is amazing, for starters, as is its pumpkin spice latte. Ginny’s drunk a lot of lattes in her thirty-three years, but nothing quite like this.Her taste buds are still tingling from the tasty treat when she comes across a broken-down truck on the way back to her parents’ place. And when she spots the three gorgeous guys with the vehicle, it’s not just her taste buds that are tingling.Is Ginny’s vacation in Silver Springs about to get a whole lot more interesting?
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Excerpt:Moonstone Guinevere Miles—known as Ginny to people who didn’t want to incur her fierce and everlasting wrath—heaved her suitcase off the luggage reclaim belt with an “Oof!” and placed it on the floor, a sigh of relief escaping her. At least the thing had wheels—she didn’t really have the energy for carrying a heavy suitcase all the way through Customs and out to Arrivals. The long, tiring flight had seen to that. No matter how much she tried, no matter how exhausted she was, she simply could not fall asleep on a plane. Ever. Eye mask, ear plugs, meditation, bloody whale music—nothing helped. She’d long since resigned herself to staying awake while snores from other passengers emanated around the cabin. At least it had only been about seven and a half hours since taking off from Heathrow—she couldn’t imagine what state she’d be in if she ever flew any longer than that—to Australia, New Zealand or somewhere.Doubtful that would ever happen, though. It had taken long enough for her to get her backside out to the east coast of America, where her parents had been running a retreat since retiring five years ago. But then, things were different now, weren’t they? Which was why she was even here in the first place—it wouldn’t have been possible otherwise.Thinking of her parents brought an inevitable smile to her face, and inserted a little more spring in her step. Despite the energy and mood suck that had been the flight, she was excited to be here. She was eager to see her parents, and to find out exactly what they’d built up over the last five years. She’d seen photos and videos, but it wasn’t the same as actually being there.When they’d first announced they were using their retirement nest egg to open a retreat in Upstate New York, she’d been floored. Who the hell retires, only to take on a massive project like that? Surely the whole point of retiring is to wind down, enjoy some free time, relax? But no, her mum and dad—who, to be fair, had never been what one would call conventional—had set their hearts on it. They’d had a huge purge of their belongings, sold their cars and house, and jetted off across the pond, leaving Ginny shocked and not a little bereft. She’d been so used to having them close by and had quickly realized just how much she’d taken that for granted.At the same time, her own career had taken off and she’d become so busy that her parents’ sudden distance hadn’t made the blindest bit of difference. She barely saw the inside of her own flat, never mind her friends and family. This was the first Christmas she’d had off work since then, too, and she was looking forward to spending it with her parents more than she could put into words. They’d been big on the festive period ever since she was a baby, and as such, Ginny’s brain was stuffed full of warm, fuzzy memories of Christmases past. They’d been useful to get her through the last five crappy ones, too, where a microwaved ready meal was the best she could hope for, if she hadn’t managed to wangle a free meal from the place she’d been working at at the time.Her smile widened, and she walked faster still—God, just how big was this bloody airport?—desperate to see her mum and dad and start the Christmas holiday with a bang. Anticipation rushed through her. They’d have turkey and roast potatoes, pigs in blankets, mounds of vegetables, desserts laden with enough calories to last them until Valentine’s Day, Christmas carols, amazing decorations, a beautiful tree, fairy lights…And Santa Claus. Two of them, in fact, jumping up and down enthusiastically and waving wildly at her, with not a rotund belly in sight.Ginny was so excited, she couldn’t even be bothered with the embarrassment she might have felt at being greeted in a public place by her parents dressed up in Santa outfits. Plus, nobody knew her here anyway, so who cared?She scurried around the barrier, almost flipping her case in her haste to turn a corner, then covered the remaining distance between them in seconds flat and released the handle of her suitcase. A series of squeals and exclamations went up—from all three of them—and then everything went dark as Ginny was enveloped in a warm, fluffy embrace, her face crushed up against what she suspected was the white fur trim on her mother’s jacket, and kisses rained down on her. It was all she could do to suck in oxygen as she was squeezed and squeezed them right back. She was assailed by the scents of clean clothes, shampoo, perfume, and cologne—all perfectly lovely smells by themselves, but somewhat overwhelming all at once. Unintelligible murmurings reached her ears, but she didn’t bother to reply since she had no idea what was being said. And she didn’t need words, anyway. All she needed at that moment in time was to soak up the enormous outpouring of love she was experiencing.She was so bloody happy, she thought she might pop.Eventually, her parents loosened their hold enough so she could step back and actually look at them. She took in her father’s handsome face, his steel-gray hair—or what she could see beneath the hat, at least—his wide grin, and her mother’s long, light gray, waist-length plaits, the glint in her eyes and the glow of her skin.“Guys, you look fantastic! If this is what retirement does for you, I think I might sign up now.”Her mother, Deborah, gave a nonchalant shrug—which, given her attire, was way more amusing than it should have been. “What can I say, sweetheart? I feel fantastic. I’ve got so much more energy than I ever had in London, even when I was much younger.” She shrugged again. “It’s the retreat, I’m sure of it—the moment your father and I first set foot there all those years ago, I felt there was something magical about it. Silver Springs is the most wonderful little town, and we’re lucky enough to live and work in the most spectacular part of it—though it hardly feels like work.”Ginny gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, then turned to her father, Charlie. “And you, Dad? You look twenty years younger, but how do you feel?”His face took on a beatific expression. “The same as your mother, kiddo. Exactly the same. If I’d known just how wonderful it would be, I’d have thrown in the towel and moved out here years ago. Decades, even.” He grabbed the handle of Ginny’s case in one hand, then looped the other around her neck and pulled her in to drop a kiss on her chin-length blonde hair, which he then ruffled. “I’m so thrilled you’re here, Moony. You’re going to love it in Silver Springs. Just love it! Come on, let’s get going. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us, and the weather’s on the turn.”Ginny bit back comments on both his use of her childhood nickname, and his messing up of her hair. She didn’t want to dampen the almost euphoric mood that seemed to float between the three of them—a combination of being pleased to see each other, and her parents’ obvious appreciation of their new home. Though five years was hardly new anymore, was it? She really should have visited before now, but the circumstances had been impossible. Now they weren’t, and she was here, in the bosom of her family, at Christmas time, and it was going to be magical.And, at some point, she’d enlighten her parents about the fact she had nothing in particular to rush home for, either. But that could wait. No need to burst the happy, everything-is-perfect bubble just yet. She’d let them all enjoy their first Christmas together in years before thinking about that.They made their way out of the airport building. The cold air slapped Ginny in the face, momentarily taking her breath. Her slight gasp drew her mother’s keen eye. “I hope you listened to me, sweetheart, and brought warm clothes with you. It’s even colder up in Silver Springs, you know.”“The car’s not far,” her dad piped up. “I’ll get the heating on as soon as we’re inside, and we’ll soon have you snug as a bug in a rug.” He tipped her a wink, and warmth flooded her veins. She hadn’t realized until now just how much she’d missed her wacky yet lovable parents. They might be unconventional, but they’d given her a wonderful childhood. When she’d reached adulthood, they’d remained incredibly close, with them managing to achieve the perfect balance of loving and supportive without being controlling. They’d let her forge her own path, make her own mistakes, and had been there to help pick up the pieces without uttering so much as a “I told you so.”They’d definitely earned this idyllic new life they’d carved out for themselves, and she couldn’t wait to experience it for herself, if only for a little while. Though she wasn’t sure how much fun there was to be had in the back end of beyond. It was hardly going to be lively. Perhaps it was a good thing she was only here for an extended holiday.



Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight and The Heiress’s Harem series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter 


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HEAT OF THE DAY
Hot new cover for this Reader's Choice Award Winner and it's finally available on Kindle Unlimited. Threesome anyone?

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When three become two with no explanation, emotions run high, passions flare and hearts are ripped apart. 
Everyone can remember a perfect summer—one with endless blue skies, a heart brimming with true love and nights full of hot, sweaty lust. Well, we’ve just had a summer like that, Piper and I, and it was spent in Spain with a man who had that certain je ne sais quoi that we couldn’t resist. 
Seraphim came into our lives and blinded us with his beauty, his charisma and his exotic charm. His generosity with his mind, his affection and his body blew us away and the three of us became a joyously tangled trio who needed nothing more than to be together. 
So when he left, when we had no way of tracing him, the despair was black, the pain raw and our only comfort was each other. But why did Sera leave? What would make a man walk away from his lovers? And if he showed up again on the doorstep, what the hell would happen after so much angst? One thing’s for sure, it would be an explosive reunion in many ways. Absence might make the heart grow fonder, but it can make the rest of the body highly volatile as need wars with hurt, and pain collides with desire. 

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Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week a snippet from CONFESSIONS OF A NAUGHTY NIGHT NURSE which is on offer at 99c/99p from a whole bunch of retailers!

When scalpels are set down, the ward lights turned off and the patients asleep, there is always time for Mischief …
I guess you could call me a jack-of-all-trades nurse. I find work satisfaction in whichever department the hospital needs me most, as long as it’s through the darkest hours. But it’s so often the quieter night time where the real high jinx abound.
With a weakness for sexy guys wearing white coats, my fantasies are often realised and I’m adept at finding relief from the hospital grind in shadowy corners and cosy linen cupboards. Of course my dedication to patient comfort is paramount. What kind of nurse would I be if it wasn’t?
But when one act of extreme, albeit highly inappropriate, kindness forced me to become the hospital director’s snitch, the length I went to in order to keep my job, satisfied my desires and found me the love that had always evaded me.
A love that made me push even my not-so-professional boundaries to the extreme.

I would never have put the two of them together, him being at least a decade older than her and known for being a workaholic and a lothario. She’d always seemed career-focused and sensible. Just went to show, opposites attract. And this doctor- nurse game? Hadn’t they had enough of the real thing all damn day?‘Yes or no?’ he said again, tugging her close.‘Oh, I’m so sorry, please forgive me, sir.’‘Maybe if you take what you deserve well I’ll be able to see a way to forgive you, but I won’t forget. That kind of incompetence cannot be simply forgotten, you know.’‘Yes, of course, oh – Doctor –’He spun her, quickly, roughly, and tipped her over the surgical table. With one deft flick of his wrist her knickers were half-mast and the globes of her arse bared.‘You know what bad nurses get, don’t you?’ Hartley said, pressing between her shoulder blades with one hand and using the other to rub her quivering buttocks.‘Yes, sir. I do, sir.’‘Say it.’‘A . . . a spanking, sir.’‘Louder.’‘A spanking, sir.’‘Yes, a good spanking. Ten strikes at least.’‘Ten, oh no, not ten.’‘Yes, ten. Perhaps that way you’ll know not to displease me again.’He whacked her exposed buttocks hard, with genuine male muscle behind it.The stinging sound of flesh connecting with flesh rang around the theatre as did her yelp.‘Keep still,’ he ordered, flattening her when she tried to rise. ‘Keep still and take it.’‘Oh, please.’‘And start counting.’ He brought down another blow, to the opposite cheek this time.Emily squealed again. Her body jerked. I felt my own bum tingle. It had been years since I’d played any spanking games.‘Two,’ she said through a pant.‘No, that’s one, the first was a practice.’‘Oh . . .’ she groaned, twisting her head on the cold steel table and gripping the edge. She’d screwed her eyes up tight and rolled her lips in on themselves. Hartley hit again, then again, his white coat flapping as he slapped and his erection jolting up against his abdomen then springing back down to a horizontal position. The look on his face was one of pure dominance; a steely set jaw, wideexcited eyes and a mouth drawn into a tight, firm line.Emily counted between yelps. ‘Two. Three. Four.’ She tried to stand again; her punishment clearly pained her, even in the dull light I could see colour rising on her buttocks.‘Keep still or you’ll get twenty strikes,’ Hartley said severely. But despite his tone he rubbed his palm soothingly over her arse, as if pacifying the blanching skin.She moaned and widened her legs.‘Are you taking your punishment well?’ he asked.‘Yes, sir, oh, yes.’‘Let me see.’ He stroked down her cleft and inserted two, maybe three, fingersbetween her legs.‘Ah . . .’ she gasped, her spine stiffening.I clenched my thigh muscles. There was no denying the fact that I was getting turned-on watching their little show. There was a heat building in my pelvis and my clit was swelling, buzzing with a rush of blood.I glanced at Carl. He was staring through the window, wide-eyed, lips parted. I wished I could see if he had a hard on. I’d bet my last pound that he did. What guy wouldn’t get stiff seeing a hot nurse spanked and fingered?

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