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Call me 'naughty' one more time...

Welcome to the Naughty New Years Blog Hop! 

http://www.skyewarren.com/hop/ I have a confession.  'Naughty' is one of my trigger words.  If I'm reading a book and the hero tells the heroine she's been naughty...well, let's just say you have my full attention.  :)

In my new release, Rules of War , the hero uses my favorite trigger word while scolding the heroine:

“It’s time.” He led her to the bed to stand between his legs. Their eyes locked. “You know you were a naughty girl, and in this house naughty girls get their bare bottoms spanked hard. It’s been a while since you were naughty, but my rules have not changed. You’re a good wife, Emma, and I love you, and that’s why I’m doing this.”

Rules of War blurb:

Can her greatest fear become her sweetest desire?

Emma Conrad's worst nightmare is realized when a bomb strikes her building and she awakens to discover she's been taken captive by a Free Island enemy soldier. Tensions and passions rise as she rebels against the man who has claimed her as his wife, whisking her away to a settlement in the mountains.

Unit Commander John Rousseau insists he's a good man Emma need not fear, but he does promise to spank her if she misbehaves...and he has lots of rules. Will she lose her heart to the stern stranger, or will a ghost from her past take away her last chance at happiness?

Rules of War is available on Amazon, Amazon UK, Amazon CA, Barnes and Noble, and Lazy Day Publishing.


So...what are your favorite trigger words when reading an erotic romance?  Leave a comment telling me about the naughty words you love and you'll be entered to win a $10 Amazon giftcard on my blog.

Want to win more naughty prizes?  Participants in the Naughty New Years Blog Hop have a chance to win a $100 giftcard to Eden's Fantasy and a digital gift basket of 10 erotica books.


Other authors are giving away more prizes too!  Be sure to visit all the authors participating in this blog hop listed below:

Someone's getting a spanking - excerpt from RULES OF WAR

Today's six sentences are from my upcoming 1/2/13 erotic romance release, Rules of War . In the following scene, Emma is in a bit of trouble with her husband.


A lump unlike any other formed in her throat.  John stepped forward and grasped her chin between his fingers.

“I’m very disappointed in your behavior, princess.  I’m going to take you over my knee and spank your bottom until it’s bright red, and then I’m going to punish you in a much more intimate manner, one I doubt you’ll ever forget.”

In contrast to his threatening words, his expression had softened and his eyes warmed.  He stroked her face with a tenderness that tore her down and built her up at the same time.


Blurb:

Can her greatest fear become her sweetest desire?

Emma Conrad's worst nightmare is realized when a bomb strikes her building and she awakens to discover she's been taken captive by a Free Island enemy soldier. Tensions and passions rise as she rebels against the man who has claimed her as his wife, whisking her away to a settlement in the mountains.

Unit Commander John Rousseau insists he's a good man Emma need not fear, but he does promise to spank her if she misbehaves...and he has lots of rules. Will she lose her heart to the stern stranger, or will a ghost from her past take away her last chance at happiness?


Rules of War releases in just three days with Lazy Day Publishing.  :)


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Book Spotlight: The Dollhouse by Dani-Lyn Alexander

Today I'm spotlighting The Dollhouse by Dani-Lyn Alexander.  The Dollhouse is a short romance story perfect for the holidays that appears in the For the Love of Christmas anthology.


Blurb:The Dollhouse
When Jason and Leah both grab the last dollhouse left in the city, neither of them is willing to let go. They go in search of another dollhouse, and both find more than they bargain for.
Excerpt:
Leah gripped the dollhouse as tightly as she could and stared into eyes that had to be made from melted chocolate. She’d never seen such amazing eyes, and her gaze held his.
“I’m sorry; I need to get this dollhouse.” He still hadn’t taken his eyes from hers.
She smiled her best smile. “I’m sorry, too, but I had it first.”
“Look,” he smiled in return, the expression filling his eyes with even more warmth, and Leah’s heart melted a little bit. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I really need to have this dollhouse.”
His eyes may have melted her heart, but there was no way she was letting go of this box. Motherhood prevailed. She’d been all over the city looking for this dollhouse and, now that she’d found it, she wasn’t parting with it.
“I’m sorry, too, but this is the only thing my daughter asked for this year. I must have it.” She smiled again, but pulled her gaze away from his eyes, effectively removing any temptation she may have felt to release her hold.
The sight that greeted her left her momentarily speechless. He was a mess. His gray pinstriped business suit was soaking wet, dirty, and torn. Wet hair stuck up in thick, dark clumps along one side of his head. There was a large scrape on his chin. Wow, he really was having a bad day.
He exhaled one of those annoyed male sighs she knew so well. “Look, let’s be reasonable here. I already had the box in my hand when you grabbed hold of it.”
“Actually, I was holding it first, and then you grabbed it.” Her smile faltered, as she started to realize that he might not release his hold.
“Okay, I’ll pay you the cost of the house if you’ll let me have this one.”
The dollhouse cost over a hundred dollars, and she had to admit the money would come in handy. The only reason she’d waited so long to look for the gift was she’d had to wait for her final paycheck before Christmas. Although she was tempted to accept his offer, she still held tight.
Allison hadn’t asked for anything else for Christmas. She had to have the dollhouse for her.
“I’m sorry, even though your offer is very generous…” you jerk “…I’m afraid I can’t accept. My daughter is only seven, and this is the only thing she asked for this year. I have to have it for her. I’ve already been all over the city looking for it, I’m sure you can understand.”
 
Buy links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AHFIIPM
SMP Library: http://www.stillmomentspublishing.com/2012/12/for-love-of-christmas.html
SMP eBook Store: http://www.stillmomentspublishing.com/p/ebook-store.html
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/261552
Goodreads (for reviews): http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16219618-for-the-love-of-christmas
 
 
 
 

White Christmas

I just wanted to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!  Whatever holiday you celebrate during this time of year, I hope you have a good one:)

After not seeing a flake of snow all winter, look what we woke up to this morning:



















Hooray for a white Christmas! 

Hope you all make the best of the last days of 2012 and have wonderful 2013! 

Love,

Sue

Keeping secrets ~ a snippet from Shana's Guardian

My six (okay, please don't count this week!) sentences this Sunday are from my new release, Shana's Guardian .  The following conversation takes place between the heroine, Shana, and her best friend, Beth.


“You’re not really going to the gypsy village, are you?”

“Of course I am!  And so are Margery, the Johnson triplets, and Mary Anne.”

“How will you sneak out?”  Shana hoped Beth wouldn’t ask for help in covering for her absence.  It suddenly occurred to her that she ran the risk of disobeying Daman’s order to behave.  She knew Beth and Margery were about to disobey their husbands, but she was keeping it to herself.  Would Daman be angry if she kept her friends’ secrets?  Her heart nearly stopped.  Yes, he would be livid.


Blurb:

Shana's twenty-fourth birthday hovers on the horizon like a death sentence. She's the oldest eligible woman in Jackson Settlement, and she dreads the day her guardian, Uncle Daman, announces her marriage.

Her feelings for her widowed uncle are complicated, especially because they aren't related by blood. Daman is a strict man who wields a mighty paddle, but Shana has grown to love him wholeheartedly in the years after her parents' death.

To her surprise, he proposes they get married. Of course, he's upfront with her about his expectations in a wife. If she marries him, she'll be subject to spankings and more intimate discipline when she misbehaves.

Will Shana accept his terms of marriage? Even worse, will the threats looming outside the settlement barriers doom their relationship before it even has a chance to begin?


Shana's Guardian is available on Blushing Books and will hit Amazon and B&N soon.


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Shana's Guardian ~ Release Day!

It's here!  Shana's Guardian is available on the Blushing Books website today.  It'll be available on Amazon and B&N shortly. 


Shana's twenty-fourth birthday hovers on the horizon like a death sentence. She's the oldest eligible woman in Jackson Settlement, and she dreads the day her guardian, Uncle Daman, announces her marriage.

Her feelings for her widowed uncle are complicated, especially because they aren't related by blood. Daman is a strict man who wields a mighty paddle, but Shana has grown to love him wholeheartedly in the years after her parents' death.

To her surprise, he proposes they get married. Of course, he's upfront with her about his expectations in a wife. If she marries him, she'll be subject to spankings and more intimate discipline when she misbehaves.

Will Shana accept his terms of marriage? Even worse, will the threats looming outside the settlement barriers doom their relationship before it has a chance to begin?


Buy on Blushing Books


My other published spanking romance novellas are Dark Without You , A Firm Husband , Mountain Devil , and Karyn and the Crigon .

Book Spotlight: Snow Balls by Tara Lain

Today I'm spotlighting Tara Lain's latest release, Snow Balls .  It's part of her Balls to the Wall gay romance series. 

Big, handsome and hunky, JJ LaRousse looks like an alpha male but acts like an interior decorator. And he’s trying to be happy about it -- until a robbery at the famous Laguna Winter Fantasy brings JJ face-to-face with tough cop, Ryan Star. JJ hears Ryan likes guys who are manly men, so he drops his voice an octave, colors over his pink hair, and tries to pass as a football fan. Ryan Star may be tough but he hides in the closet at work since he learned in New York that being a gay cop can cost you your life. His attraction to that big, handsome kid threatens his anonymity, but he can’t seem to resist. JJ is just his type. But then JJ goes skiing and comes face to face with his greatest nemesis-- and all the secrets come out of the closet. Can Ryan love JJ for who he really is? More important, can JJ?

 “David. David. Oh my God, oh my God.” JJ grabbed the smoothly muscled arm of his friend and boss.
David trapped JJ’s other waving hand between his. “OK, calm down. What is it? Did one of the exhibitors wear pink and orange together again?” David grinned. Nobody knew better how overreactive JJ was. Thank God, David loved him anyway.
He needed air. He took a deep breath. “The cop. The one I told you about. Oh my God of CSI, he wants me to come to the police station and look at mug shots.” JJ retrieved his hand. He needed it for fanning.
David looked up at JJ. It wasn’t far up since the handsome gallery owner stood a slim six foot one to JJ’s six four. “OK. That’s not hard. The police station is only a ten-minute walk away and I’m here to finish setting up the booth. Perfect timing.”
“Oh God.” JJ collapsed onto a packing crate.
“That’s the hand blown glass you’re sitting on, darling.”
JJ jumped up. “He’s just so…”
“Intimidating, overbearing?”
“Delicious.”
David laughed. “That’s a different kind of problem.”
“I’ve got to go to the men’s room.”
“Oh, OK.”
JJ took off at a run to the men’s room at the center of the festival grounds. Inside, he stuck his carefully spiked head under the faucet, pulled out his comb, and flattened the do. Of course, the pink streaks still stood out like candy canes in his light brown hair. Nothing to be done about it now. He washed his hands and headed back to the booth.
David glanced up from the last packing box. “What happened to your hair?”
“Rod says the cop likes guy’s guys.” David tucked in his T-shirt with the What Would Anna Do? logo, his homage to Anna Wintour, the editor of Vogue. He pulled on his Windbreaker and zipped it up. He did a twirl. “With a cap, can I pass as Daniel Craig?”
David put his hands on his hips. “First off, how does Rod know who or what the cop likes? And even if he’s right, it’s never a good idea to try to be something you’re not. You know that. Pretend at the beginning and you have to keep living your lies. That’s a drag.”
JJ stuck out his lip. “It’s not exactly a lie. Hell, look at me.”
David frowned. “JJ, you’re gorgeous. And you’re a catch just the way you are.”
“But I’m such a…” he waved his hands “…fruit!”
“Strawberries and cream. Any man would be lucky to get you.”
JJ sighed. “Thanks. But I need to be more, you know, masculine.”
David smoothed the crease between his own brows with two fingers. “Who said that?”
JJ frowned. “You mean besides my father?”
“Ancient history. You have a life now with people who love you as you are. Don’t go looking for appreciation from those without the discrimination to give it.”
E-mail:                   tara@taralain.com
Website:              http://www.taralain.com
Author blog:       http://taralain.blogspot.com
Book blog:           http://beautifulboysbooks.blogspot.com
Goodreads:        http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4541791.Tara_Lain
Savvy Authors:  http://www.savvyauthors.com/vb/member.php?2398-Tara-Lain
Twitter:               http://twitter.com/taralain
Facebook:           http://www.facebook.com/people/Tara-Lain/100001514105686
FB Page:               http://www.facebook.com/taralain
Amazon:              http://www.amazon.com/Tara-Lain/e/B004U1W5QC/
B&N                       http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Tara-Lain?keyword=Tara+Lain&store=book
ARe        http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Tara+Lain
               
 
 

An intimate punishment - my favorite scene from Shana's Guardian

In three days, my erotic spanking romance novella, Shana's Guardian , will release with Blushing Books.  So if the world doesn't end on Friday, I encourage you to celebrate on Saturday morning by picking up my book!  Hey, at least I'm not trying to sell you freeze dried lasagna or the schematics to a zombie-proof bunker:)

Today I'm sharing my favorite scene from Shana's Guardian .  Shana and Daman have been married for a short while and she's broken one of his rules - his rule that she's not allowed to call him "Uncle" in public anymore.  Yes, she calls him "Uncle" in private after they get married, but he's adamant that she call him Daman in the presence of others.  What happens when she breaks this rule is a very intimate punishment...

Excerpt:

“Hands at your sides, Shana,” he said, stopping directly in front of her.  “I will use the paddle on you tonight, but I will also punish you in more intimate ways, ways that may seem strange to you.  I want you to be a good girl and accept your punishment.”

She nodded, and this time a tear fell down her cheek.  He brushed it away with his thumb and stroked her face.  After a while, he stepped back and eyed her large breasts, heaving under her quick breaths.  She stiffened when he pinched one nipple, twisting it until it became a hard little peak.  He treated the other nipple to the same pinching and twisting, this time making her whimper.

“Remember to keep your hands at your sides,” he instructed.  A moment later, he brought his palm down against the side of her right breast, giving it a quick slap.

She started and met his gaze.

“Lower your eyes,” he snapped.  “You will not look at me during your punishment unless I give you permission.”

In a split second, her eyes dropped to his chest.

“Good girl.”  He slapped her left breast and brought his hand down on her right one again.  Alternating breasts, he smacked her soft skin sharply, hard enough to draw sounds of distress from her throat.  Her face was red, evidence of her extreme humiliation at this brand of punishment.  Before the night ended, she would experience more pain and humiliation at his hands, but also love.  He punished her because he loved her.  Every mark he gave her was a testament of the deep affection he harbored for the woman he’d gladly sacrifice his life to protect.

She winced as his hand fell again and again, slapping down on her tender breasts.  To her credit, she kept her hands at her side and didn’t retreat from his punishing hand.  When he decided she’d had enough, he ordered her to kneel.  She sank to her knees and kept her eyes cast down.  But what she did next would haunt him for weeks afterward.

Lifting her chin a notch, she leaned forward and kissed the top of his right hand, the very hand that had delivered the harsh blows to her breasts, and the very hand that would wield the paddle against her bottom.  Her lips lingered on his hand for a few seconds, and he felt the moisture of her tears falling.

If there was ever a doubt that Shana was the perfect woman for him, it evaporated like morning mist in the sun.  He began to pet her hair once her lips broke contact with his hand.  Her action spoke louder than words, and he knew she loved him and accepted his rule over her.  Painfully engorged, his cock stiffened further, and he opened the front of his pants, intending for her lips to wrap around his staff.  If he was to continue with the punishment he intended to deliver, he needed an initial release now.

She licked her lips and took his cock in her mouth, holding the base with her hand.  She was such a good girl, jogging her head forward and backward just like he’d taught her, careful to keep her lips sealed tight and her tongue dancing along the tip of his length when her head reared back.  His eyes shut and he groaned his pleasure.  Electric fire churned in his balls as they tightened, and he delved his fingers into her hair to hold her head in place as he came hard with his cock buried deep down her throat.  When he pulled away a small eternity later, his shaft was clean of his seed.  Pleased that she’d swallowed all he gave her, he stroked her hair with both hands for a minute before lifting her up to stand.

“Go stand in the corner with your fingers laced behind your head,” he instructed, giving her bottom a pat as he pointed her in the right direction.

Shana took up residence in the corner and positioned her hands as requested.  Daman took this time to study his wife.  Only one mark from her last punishment lingered.  All the rest had faded.  His mind soon drifted back to the kiss she’d placed on his hand after he’d spanked her breasts.  Yes, she was definitely full of surprises tonight.  He hated the thought of leaving her to travel to the damned trading post, but the livelihood of many families in Jackson Settlement rested on these trading missions, including his.  He could only build and trade so much furniture within the confines of the settlement barrier.  Traveling outside the settlement offered a greater variety of foods and other goods necessary for comfortable living.

He sighed and retrieved the wooden paddle from its place on the wall.  It was slightly wider than the palm of his hand and polished smooth.  He’d made it himself, not long after Shana’s trip to the gypsy village.  Eight small holes were drilled in the center of the implement to decrease wind resistance and give the paddle a stinging bite.  By the time he finished with her tonight, she would be in tears and in a state of submission so deep she wouldn’t bat an eye when he fucked her ass afterwards.  Yes, tonight he would claim her bottom hole fully.

“It’s time, my sweet.  Come bend over the desk.” 
 
Blurb:

Shana's twenty-fourth birthday hovers on the horizon like a death sentence. She's the oldest eligible woman in Jackson Settlement, and she dreads the day her guardian,
Uncle Daman, announces her marriage. Her feelings for her widowed uncle are complicated, especially because they aren't related by blood.

Daman is a strict man who wields a mighty paddle, but Shana has grown to love him wholeheartedly in the years after her parents' death. To her surprise, he proposes they get married. Of course, he's upfront with her about his expectations in a wife. If she marries him, she'll be subject to spankings and more intimate discipline when she misbehaves.

Will Shana accept his terms of marriage? Even worse, will the threats looming outside the settlement barriers doom their relationship before it even has a chance to begin?


Shana's Guardian will release on 12/22/12.  It will be available on the Blushing Books site first before showing up on Amazon and B&N a few days later.

Book Spotlight: Stranded Temptation by April Angel

Today I'm excited to spotlight April Angel's hot new erotic romance release, Stranded Temptation . 

Blurb:

Stranded together, their passions will run wild.

Kara has a deep dislike for her boss, Max. She also wants him so badly it’s making her nuts. He’s a workaholic, a robot man. And he’s never shown the least bit of interest in her or anything else that wasn’t recorded in the corporate minutes. But when their plane crashes on the way to a meeting, leaving them stranded on a deserted island…just the two of them, all alone with all that ocean around them…Kara decides it’s time to start living. And by living, she means using Max for all the hot sex she’s been denied.

Max wants Kara—has wanted her for a long time. Unable to come out and cross the line between professional and personal, he makes her accompany him on business trips just to have her around. When they crash land and Kara shows him how much she wants him, he decides to quit being so professional and take the woman of his dreams. After all, what happens in the middle of nowhere, stays in the middle of nowhere. Until they’re rescued.

Back in the real world, things aren’t as easy. Kara is afraid to start a relationship with a man who completely ignored her until she took off her clothes, and Max is afraid she’ll never be able to trust him. But when someone makes it clear that Kara’s in danger, Max has more to protect than Kara’s feelings. And now that he has her, he’s not about to let her go.

Excerpt:

Gentleness she’d never noticed before in Max was evident in his eyes. She watched him curl his large hand over her much smaller one. Her heart beat so loudly in her ears she feared he might hear it. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Fire roared in her blood, and her breath hitched. He turned her hand over and brushed a warm, firm kiss over her palm while they stared at each other.

“I’d never put you in danger.” Deepened to rough gravel, the sound of his voice made her pussy throb and blood thicken in her veins.

Somehow she knew what he said was the truth. “Kiss me, Max.”

The words were barely out of her lips when he dragged her onto his lap and their lips met in desperation. Her arms twined around his neck. Pulling him closer, she brought her chest flush to his. Heat took over every cell of her body. His kiss devoured her. Lord, the man was a kissing god. With soft strokes of his tongue, he caressed the inside of her mouth. Whimpering in the back of her throat, she moved restlessly on his lap. The long, steel length of his cock was poking at her ass. He glided his hands under her top, making her belly flesh quiver. When his warm hands touched her skin, desire increased inside her tenfold. Breaths turned to pants. Her body thrummed with arousal. She tuned everything but the sight of him out of her mind.

She pulled back and smiled. “I want you, Max.”

He frowned and took a deep breath. “Kara, you’re in shock—”

Determined, she shook her head and cut him off. “No, Max. I’m alive.”

She smiled again and pulled off her top. Her bra was now the only barrier between her breasts and his hands. Swollen into tight points, the peaks of her nipples called for his touch under the satiny material. A combination of lust, hunger, and desperation flared in his eyes. His usually light gray eyes darkened to that of a murky, stormy day.

“Fuck, Kara. I want you too, but I don’t have condoms.”

Air fought its way into her lungs. “I’m clean and on birth control.”

He continued to frown. “I’m clean too, but are you sure?”

In a smooth move worthy of any professional stripper, her hand reached behind her back, unsnapped her bra, and pulled it off. “Fuck me, Max. I want you inside me, right now.”

His hands curled around her head and held her immobile. Raw hunger made her body shudder. Their kiss turned into a greedy need to consume each other. Moisture gathered in her pussy, and an incessant throbbing took hold between her thighs. In a frantic mating, their tongues danced, rubbed, and curled over each other until passion overrode all else. Blind lust shot through her when she rocked her hips over his hard cock.

He kissed wet trails from her jaw to her breasts until he was sucking on one of her erect nipples. Her pussy clenched when he enveloped her breast with his firm lips. Soaked in her cream, her thong became a new point of friction on her swollen pussy lips. She tore at his shirt. A wanton urgency took hold of her and guided her actions. To feel his skin on hers became her only mission.

When he helped her take the shirt off, she splayed her hands over his bulging shoulders and sighed. When his warm muscles contracted, she groaned. He was a work of art. His chest was corded with muscles and bronzed to perfection. Just looking at him made her pant. Whimpers rushed past her lips when his teeth grazed her turgid nipple.

“Oh, yes. Do that again.”

Again, he sucked and then nipped at the tight bud. She moaned and pushed her chest further into his face. He released her nipple from his lips and rolled the wet tip between his finger and thumb, tweaking the sensitive flesh while his mouth latched onto the other one for a taste. She dug her nails into his shoulders, holding him in her grip while rocking her hips over his cock. Movement made her open her eyes. Max had made the seat flatten back so that it was the size of a double bed.

A smile curled her lips when she gazed into his almost-black eyes. He motioned for her to stand. Once she did, he moved his hands to her white pants and slowly pulled the linen material, along with her thong, down her legs. With every inch of skin he exposed, he placed a kiss on a body part. First it was her stomach. Then it was her hip when he lowered the material down her legs. Her knee came next and finally her calf. Afterward he kissed his way back up to her stomach. She groaned and stood in place. He licked circles on her stomach and around her belly button. He caressed her breasts, down the sides of her breasts to her waist, and squeezed the flare of her hips. She took a choppy breath. He fluttered his fingertips down from her hips toward her core, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. When he massaged her thighs, she was ready to beg him to touch her. Before she had a chance to, he moved a hand between her legs and dipped his fingers between her waxed pussy lips.

He groaned. “Fuck, Kara. You’re so hot and wet. Is that for me, baby?”

“God, yes. Just for you.” She moaned.

Each dip of his fingers into her wet sex made her whimper louder.

He stood, and she had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye. His eyes were sexy, stormy. He put his arms around her waist and held her tight to him. Their hearts beat in a furious, identical gallop. He switched their positions and pushed her to lie on the bed.


Buy Links:

Amazon US
Amazon CA
Amazon UK
ARe   Barnes and Noble

Author Bio:

Want to know about me? April Angel (aka Milly Taiden) was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.

She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin Donuts coffee.

A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading all Mina Carter, Cynthia Eden, Laurann Dohner and Dianne Duvall among others.

Contact Info.

Email: millytaiden@gmail.com

Website: http://www.millytaiden.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/millytaidenauthor

Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/millytaiden

Other Books by April Angel:

Mr. Buff

As Milly Taiden:

Sharp Change
Halloween Heat III – Mate Event
Fate’s Wish
Wynter’s Captive – coming soon



 

Her body belongs to him - an excerpt from Shana's Guardian

Today's six sentences come from Shana's Guardian , my spanking romance novella that will release in just six days with Blushing Books.  I'm so excited about this book.  It's the story of Shana, a young woman who went to live with her uncle after her parents died when she was in her teens.  Now she's an adult, and she's hopelessly in love with her legal guardian, Uncle Daman.  Oh yeah, I should mention they are only related by marriage (he was once married to her mother's sister).

In the following six sentences, Daman has just caught Shana in the act of pleasuring herself...not long after he took his belt to her for disobediance.


The gleam in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. He was looking at her as if he intended to devour her alive. And she was bared to his gaze now that her underclothes were off and her nightgown gathered around her waist.

Boldly, he cupped a hand over the mound between her trembling legs. “If you marry me, Shana, this will belong to me. If I catch you pleasuring yourself, you will be punished.”



Here's the book blurb:

Shana's twenty-fourth birthday hovers on the horizon like a death sentence. She's the oldest eligible woman in Jackson Settlement, and she dreads the day her guardian, Uncle Daman, announces her marriage. Her feelings for her widowed uncle are complicated, especially because they aren't related by blood.

Daman is a strict man who wields a mighty paddle, but Shana has grown to love him wholeheartedly in the years after her parents' death. To her surprise, he proposes they get married. Of course, he's upfront with her about his expectations in a wife. If she marries him, she'll be subject to spankings and more intimate discipline when she misbehaves.

Will Shana accept his terms of marriage? Even worse, will the threats looming outside the settlement barriers doom their relationship before it has a chance to begin?

Shana's Guardian . . . coming Dec. 22, 2012!

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