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February 9, 2017
Black Light: Valentine’s Roulette is live! #BDSM #Club
BLACK LIGHT: Valentine Roulette is LIVE!
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Blurb
Get ready to explore some of your naughtiest desires while you celebrate Valentine’s Day with eight kinky stories from eight USA Today and international bestselling authors! Black Light is the most exclusive BDSM club in Washington, D.C. and for one night they’re changing the rules of play to entertain their members with a game of chance – Valentine Roulette. Challenge and adventure awaits as these sexy dominants spin to win their submissives, and the subs spin to choose how they will play. Their prize if they last the night? One free month at Black Light, and for some of our daring participants… even a chance at love.
Three hours. Four hard limits. Eight sexy stories.
Are you brave enough to spin the wheel?
Included in the box set:
Tamed – Livia Grant (USA Today)
Wet – Jennifer Bene (Bestselling)
Unraveled – Addison Cain (Bestselling)
Stripped – Sophie Kisker (Bestselling)
Unmasked – Lee Savino (USA Today)
Broken – Renee Rose (USA Today)
Unbroken – Maren Smith USA Today)
Bared – Measha Stone (Bestselling)
“Black Light: Valentine Roulette contains 8 fabulous different emotional romantic stories and all feature very erotic and scintillating BDSM experiences. ~ Char Sowers – Lightning City Book Reviews
“Broken by Renee Rose – This was a great story! ~ Shelli – Goodreads Review
January 23, 2017
Marriage, Mobsters and the Marine by Kryssie Fortune
Abigail Montgomery, a small town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, dreams of the Dickensian Christmas her family never enjoyed. Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.
Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom needs to $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution—to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle.
Gradually, Abigail comes to dream of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared break her heart when he walks away?
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EXCERPT
Abigail straightened her blonde wig, put on her mask, and strutted into the Masked Night’s BDSM club like Catwoman. Of course, everyone went incognito here, their names assigned by the vetting committee. Tonight, she’d become Kitty Gail, a sassy sub on her way to a first-ever hookup with the mouthwatering Dom, Master Jay.
The low moans of a woman bent over a spanking bench sounded bittersweet to Abigail’s ears. Knowing she’d never visit the club again added an extra swagger to her step. Not coming back for her monthly spanking would be…difficult. In the real world, she exuded confidence, carefully hiding the scared little girl inside her that even her family had disapproved of.
Damn it, she needed that spanking. It reminded her of how much she’d moved on and let her cope with the doubts that always chipped away at her confidence. The mind-blowing orgasms that followed were an added bonus.
But after tonight, Kitty Gail, with her figure-hugging blue catsuit and mask, would morph back into boring schoolteacher, Abigail Montgomery. Permanently.
About the Author
Kryssie’s a girl who loves to shopping, history, and writing. Back in 2001 disaster struck and her heart valve collapse. Even her heart specialist told her to make her will. Prognosis shocking. Outcome amazing. Ever since Kryssie’s been chasing her dreams. She’s visited the ancient Greek sites she read about as child, taken a trip to Pompeii, and visited the Orkney Islands.
Her biggest challenge was writing the book she always swore she’d get around to one day. It took a while, and being dyslexic, she lacked the confidence to self-publish. Fortunately, Loose id accepted her first book, To Wed a Werewolf, and she’s been writing ever since.
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January 21, 2017
Black Light Exposed by Jennifer Bene
I’m excited to be a part of this series. In February, I’ll be part of a Valentine’s box set that takes place at Black Light, Washington DC’s exclusive BDSM club. Jennifer Bene has a new book set there, and I recommend you check it out!
Black Light: Exposed (Black Light Series Book 2)
Maddie O’Neill has always wanted to be a reporter, but after two years in Washington, D.C. working at a daily coupon paper, she can feel her dreams slipping through her fingers. Suddenly, with a single phone call from a friend at The Washington Post, everything changes. They have an open position, and he wants her to have it.
There’s just one problem – he wants a story first, and she has one chance to impress him.
With the deadline for the job fast approaching, Maddie finds herself spending her nights inside Runway, investigating why the elite of the nation’s capitol are showing up at the hottest new club in the city. None of it makes sense until she stumbles upon a secret buried beneath its floors, and walks right into the arms of Thomas Hathaway. Gorgeous and dominant, with a sinful smile, he is more than willing to show the feisty redhead just how he likes to play inside the exclusive BDSM club, Black Light.
Now Maddie is trapped in a web of lies, getting tied up in ropes by one of the hottest congressmen in the House, and as she sinks deeper into this world of pain and pleasure she knows she will have to make a tough choice before time runs out. But will she follow her dreams or her heart?
Get ready for spankings, bondage, drama, and heartache, as you follow Maddie and Thomas through all of your deepest fantasies in ‘Black Light: Exposed’, a stand-alone book in the Black Light Series!
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Medium length – Rated R
“I’ve got some questions for you, Maddie.” He stood, withdrawing his touch as he walked around the chair to where she couldn’t see him.
“Questions?” she asked. Wasn’t she supposed to be asking the questions?
“Yes.” Thomas’ voice was a low rumble behind her, and then the sharp sting of a spank landed on her ass. It shocked her more than it hurt, but she still gasped loudly and pulled against the rope. “Keep your heels on the floor, beautiful, and listen to me.”
“Okay.” She nodded and then another swat landed, a little harder. “I mean, yes, sir!”
“That’s a good girl.” He had a smile in his voice. “Let’s get you warmed up.” He began to spank her, sharp stings followed by warm heat that bloomed over her skin. Never truly painful, but always a shock
that made her push up onto her toes before she forced her heels to press back into the carpet.
The three-inch lift from her shoes seemed to have her ass at the perfect height for him to pepper every inch of her skin, and he did. Starting out slow, with a breath or two between each smack, but then they grew faster. More intense, until the stings started to overlay one another and she knew she was squirming, tugging against the rope that slid like silk across her wrists without giving an inch. Murmuring incoherent pleas that she bit down on, because she knew he was being gentle, that the teasing burn he was building was nothing more than that – a tease.
Because she’d had spanks like this before, and she wanted to know what came next.
“There.” He stopped, running his hand over the warm skin of her ass, and she could feel the low heat in it as he squeezed. “So beautiful… all pink and ready to play. Are you ready, Maddie?”
The bravery came from some dark, hungry place inside her, but she nodded and pushed her voice to give more than a whisper. “Yes, sir.”
“Alright, now tell me the truth. Were you invited here tonight?”
“Yes, sir.” A hard spank landed on her right cheek, and she cried out as the shock made her gasp. “What the –”
“Want to try that again? Remember, honesty is important.” His hand brushed over the place he’d just struck, and she shivered. “Were you invited here tonight, Maddie?”
“Yes, sir.” She lied again, and this time the swat to her other cheek was even sharper. It was a burst of fiery sting that made her bounce her hips trying to settle it, and if her hands hadn’t been bound she would have reached back to soothe the skin.
Thomas leaned over her back, the brush of his shirt across her ribs making her shiver. “See, I don’t think that’s true, beautiful. It’s in the rules that any member bringing a guest has to be present. So, either your friend broke the rules and didn’t meet you, or you heard about this place from someone who should not have been talking about it and you tried to come in on your own.” He pressed an all-too-gentle kiss to her ribs, and she drew in a shuddering breath as her nerves ramped up. “And I sincerely doubt that anyone would invite you and then not be here to play with someone so impeccably beautiful. So… which is it?”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Maddie?” His voice had that edge in it again, that chastising tone that made her want to apologize for things she couldn’t possibly admit.
“You’re right, I, um, I heard about it, but I can’t tell you their name. It’s my fault, not theirs… sir.” Another lie, but this was one she hoped he’d believe.
“So, you planned to just come in here and… what? Offer yourself to the first Dom that wanted to play?” He delivered a hard spank to the place where her ass met her thighs and it hurt even more,
forcing her up onto her toes before she dropped her heels again.
She nodded, agreeing to the lie. “Yes! Yes, sir. I just wanted to see it.”
Thomas laughed low, standing up behind her. Another hard swat, but she gritted her teeth to stifle the whine. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Maddie… and while I’m very glad I was the one to find you, I don’t like it when subs lie to me, and I like it even less when they put themselves at risk. Anyone could have offered to let you in.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” Not a lie. Guilt surged inside her, and she felt bad for continuing to lie, but there was no way out now. She was in, she’d already seen one senator embroiled in this devious little underground sex club, and where there was one – there had to be more. A whole new, exciting layer to the Jaxson Davidson scandal.
It had front page written all over it.
Suddenly, Thomas slipped his hand between her thighs, cupping the evidence of her arousal as he applied the barest hint of pressure to her clit. The shock of it pulled the brake on her thoughts, shifting gears to the thrumming heat inside her, the pulse of desire that beckoned her ever closer to the darkness all around her. Maddie pushed her hips forward, seeking a little more, and she knew that the story wasn’t the only reason she was bent over this chair. No, she’d let him tie her down because some piece of her wanted this, wanted more than what she knew, and he seemed more than willing to give it to her. “Please, sir…”
“Please what?” he asked, his hand staying still against the damp fabric of her underwear as she rocked more urgently against his touch.
“Please touch me!” It was begging, something she would have never have imagined herself capable of, but her mind was spinning out of her control, and her nerves were a network of need that she knew instinctively Thomas Hathaway could satisfy.
“Oh, no. Not yet.” He pulled his hand away and she actually whined, twisting against the rope and shifting her weight from heel to heel in a miniature fit. The dark tone in his voice instantly quieted her, “You know the deal, Maddie. Naughty girls don’t get rewards, they get punished. Then, if they’re very, very good, they get a reward.”
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Author Info
Jennifer Bene is a best-selling author of erotic fiction who loves wine, hiking, whiskey, and keyboards – not necessarily in that order. She’s been writing for years, but it’s always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males and Doms, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological storylines. Whether it’s showing up in erotica, paranormal romance, ménage, or anything else she decides to venture into, it’s always a little dark. But, don’t worry, she also insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after! After all, without the dark, we’d never notice the light, now would we?
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January 18, 2017
The Sadist’s Little Girl by Summer Graystone
Blurb:
When Hayley’s father died when she was young, it left a void in her life – and in her heart – that she has been striving to fill ever since. When adulthood came upon her, that need and that desire transferred to older men, an ache to have a ‘Daddy’ in her life. When her close friend invites her to an age play night at a local BDSM club, she meets Hunter, a Dom on the prowl and a perfect Daddy in the making.
Hunter has issues of his own, a previous experience has left him scared and slightly sadistic… yet the facade is fake. His kind heart is not cruel, only damaged. Can Hayley, as the new little girl in his life, help heal the pain from his past? Can she transform him in to the loving Dom they both know he truly is?
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Excerpt:
“Get up,” he commanded. I took my time, sighing as I did, never letting myself break eye contact. I stood in front of him, hands at my sides.
He sat down on the sofa. “Unbutton your jeans, then get over my knee,” he commanded. Again, moving slowly and never breaking eye contact, I did as I was told. I unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper, then stretched out over my Daddy’s lap with my knees and forearms resting on the sofa.
I felt his fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans and pull them down. Once again I was wearing a thong, and my entire ass was exposed to him. I felt his right hand gently caress the skin, moving back and forth from one cheek to the other. I felt goosebumps rise in the wake of his gentle touch.
“Such a nice, round ass, little girl,” he murmured admiringly.
Then smack! He caught me with the palm of his hand, once, briskly. I gasped; to go so quickly from pleasure to pain was a surprise. It also heightened the arousal I felt once the momentary pain subsided.
“See what being a bad girl gets you?” my Daddy asked. He slapped again, this time on the other cheek. The sound echoed off the walls and reverberated through me. My skin tingled.
“If there’s one thing I ask for – ” smack! “ – it’s respect.” Smack!
I could feel myself becoming more and more aroused with every stroke. My hips flexed and moved without my even intending them to. I couldn’t keep myself from responding to the feeling of his hand against me.
“Hmmm…” I heard. “It looks like somebody is enjoying this a little bit. Is that true? Do you like it when Daddy spanks you?”
I didn’t know how to best answer, and I must have hesitated too long, because I felt his hand grasp my ponytail and yank my head back. “I asked you a question. Answer me: do you like it when Daddy spanks you?”
“Yes!” I gasped, and I could hear the pain in my voice. It didn’t hurt so much as it was uncomfortable. I liked having my hair pulled – just not so hard. Not worth bringing out the safe word, but something worth discussing anyway.
“See? All you had to do was answer.” He roughly shoved my head back down, still holding onto my hair, and gave me two good whacks across my ass. I cried out in surprise at his sudden show of force.
“It looks like I have to spank you harder, then, since you’re enjoying yourself so much,” Daddy said sternly. I tried to stifle the moan of mixed pain and pleasure that escaped my lips after he struck harder than before.
I felt myself getting wet, as that familiar tingle between my legs got stronger. It was like his hand was connecting directly with my pussy instead of my ass. He found a rhythm, delivering brisk and forceful blows on one cheek, then the other.
I felt the heat building inside me, washing over me. I stopped feeling each blow, instead experiencing the sheer sensation. My breathing got louder, more ragged. I couldn’t contain the little moans and gasps that his hand brought out of me.
About Summer Graystone
Hi! So my name is Summer, and I’m a part time erotica author, who attends classes during the day, and writes dirty romantic erotica by night. When I’m not in school studying photography, I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the beaches of Florida.
Some fun facts about me are that I love apple martinis (I just turned 21, so I can’t get enough of them) and I love Star Wars, The Vampire Diaries, the Originals, The Walking Dead and Smallville. I’m a gamer girl too. Animals are close to my heart, and I have a 3-month-old bearded dragon named Yoda (he’s green and white) and a spaz of a dog named Nala who is a Terrier/Pomeranian mix, but I digress.
My favorite thing to do is to write sexy stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end.
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January 17, 2017
Her Alien Commander by Ashe Barker
After leaving Earth on what she thought would be an adventure, Caria Montgomery quickly ends up in way over her head. Captured by hostile aliens, she faces the prospect of perishing on an isolated planet until she is rescued by Commander Phahlen Verdar and his crew.
Phahlen is delighted to have a human female aboard his ship. In the years since the women of his own world were nearly wiped out by a terrible plague, taking a mate has become all but impossible for most males of his species, and he doesn’t plan to let this opportunity pass him by. His plan to claim Caria is aided by the fact that, due to the unsavoury nature of the crew of the ship on which she was travelling, she is now a wanted fugitive back on Earth.
Though Caria is initially defiant, a sound spanking on her bare bottom demonstrates her admittedly handsome future mate’s resolve. His bold dominance awakens an intense need within her, and before long she finds herself yearning for the pleasure of his masterful lovemaking. But is she truly prepared to surrender herself fully to her alien commander, or will she seek to return to Earth and clear her name as soon as possible?
Publisher’s Note: Her Alien Commander includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
EXCERPT
“From your tone I take it you’re not yet ready to accept the reality of your situation.”
“Like I said, kiss my—”
He’d heard enough. Phahlen believed in action rather than words in any event and this discussion was at an end. He lifted Caria bodily from her perch on the sofa and slung her over his shoulder. He ambled across the room to the food station, but this time his instructions into the audio system had nothing whatsoever to do with nutrition.
“Rope, please. Carbon compound, one metre in length.” The required item materialised in the next moment and he took it from the delivery hatch. He ignored her furious squirming, screeching, and beating on his back with her fists as he returned to the sofa. He sat down and calmly upended her across his lap.
Caria fought like a tiger. She struggled, screamed, flailed her arms, and kicked her legs at him, but none of it made the slightest impression. He was four times her size, and she was getting a spanking. He caught her legs under one of his to hold her still, and grabbed first one wrist, then the other. He secured both behind her back and held them there with one hand while he wrapped the rope around them. When he had her bound tight he produced a small laser scalpel from his pocket.
“I always spank on the bare, Caria. Without fail. On future occasions you will remove your clothing for me in order to facilitate that, but this time…” He regarded the all-in-one suit with regret. She really had looked very fetching in it, but the garment was to be a casualty of this moment. He would replace it for her. Eventually.
He plucked the fabric at the waist away from her body and sliced it cleanly with his blade. Caria let out a shriek that he was certain would have brought half the galaxy running if they had heard it. Phahlen blessed the soundproofing qualities of the Empyrean’s construction as he cut the lower half of her suit from the upper portion, separating the two parts. He opted to just rip the fabric from her upturned bottom rather than risk setting her on her feet again to slice the front of the garment and risking her getting injured if she were to fight him. In any case, he had achieved his objective. Caria’s beautiful heart-shaped bottom was bared for her punishment. He tugged the material lower to reveal a good length of her thighs too. He intended to give her sit spots some serious attention.
“Let me go! Get off me, you bastard.” Caria’s screams were subsiding, and he supposed that was because she now appreciated his superior strength and knew she would not best him by force. Still, her determination to defy his wishes was seemingly undiminished. And her propensity for name-calling was starting to grate.
“The sooner you surrender to this, to the inevitable, the better. You’ll be getting a spanking, a good, hard one. It will continue until you stop this struggling, and you’re ready to apologise—and mean it.”
“I’m not—Aaagh!”
The first slap landed full in the middle of her delightful cheeks. Phahlen’s hand print bloomed immediately, the vivid red outline stark against the creamy skin of her bottom.
“Stop, that hurts. You bast—”
Phahlen ignored her continuing flow of screams and invective, landing spank after spank across his defiant little human’s curvy behind. For such a tiny little thing she could certainly belt out some decibels. He wondered whether he should have gagged her after all, though that might have defeated his objective since it was contrition and an apology he required from her. Maybe next time…
She was determined; he had to allow her that. Phahlen admired the little female’s fortitude as he rained the slaps over her skin, and watched the area turn pink under his ministrations. Pink darkened to crimson, and still she continued to curse and wriggle.
Her struggles were futile, of course. Phahlen had her secure and she was going nowhere until he’d finished and had his way. He was in no hurry, and knew which of them would tire of this first.
Her squeals and sobs did start to subside at last, and he paused to rest his hand on her scorching buttock. “Are you ready to talk to me now?”
“I hate you.”
He hoped that wasn’t true, but he understood why she would think it right now.
“Noted. And your apology?”
“Fuck you.”
“Also noted.” He resumed the spanking, this time shifting his attention to her thighs. Caria’s shrieks found an additional octave or two as he applied his relentless palm to her tender sit spots. He had a feeling this would not take much longer now.
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About Ashe Barker
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.
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January 11, 2017
My Capricious Cowgirl by Maggie Ryan (Willamette Wives – Book 4)
Out of destruction comes hope; out of silence comes profound love.
Matthew Stone is a rancher who finds his greatest pleasure in working in the great outdoors, doing his part in building the Rose Ranch in the Oregon territory. He has watched his friends wed, and accepts their teasing about his confirmed bachelorhood. All that changes the day he is out repairing fences and looks up to see a horse jumping the railing, aware of how dangerous that is, as the last fence drops away. His warning does nothing to stop the rider, and a scream has him racing down the cliff, expecting to find the worst. What he finds instead is a small boy, clinging to a boulder while the river attempts to pull him away.
Sally Jefferson has just arrived in a strange place, and her young son Davy is the only person she knows there. Devastation and heartache have followed them as they braved the Oregon Trail, and she fears that, after surviving over two-thousand miles, she won’t survive another moment when Davy’s life is threatened.
The moment Matthew and Sally meet is like an echo of the storm that drove her from her home, as lightning seems to strike between them.
Matthew never expected to fall in love. Now he finds himself head over heels not only for Sally, but for a boy who doesn’t speak and yet has stolen his heart.
Will Matthew be able to convince Sally that life can begin again? Will the fact that his very touch ignites her soul be enough to allow her to accept not only his love, but his discipline?
My Capricious Cowgirl is the fourth book in the Willamette Wives series about a group of pioneers who are building their dreams together and sharing in both the burdens and the joys. They are far more than friends… they are a family. Though this is the fourth book, it can be read as a standalone.
Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, including spanking and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
EXCERPT
Not seeing Matthew, she moved towards the door.
She found him and Davy outside. The two were… no, certainly not! “David Tanner Jefferson, please tell me you are not spitting in the street!”
The little boy whirled around, his lips pursed, evidently caught only a moment before he spat again.
“Oops,” Matthew said, spitting what appeared to be a seed into the street. “It’s my fault. I challenged him to a seed spitting contest while we waited.” He held up what remained of an apple core.
“I see,” Sally said, shaking her head. The look on her son’s face had her smile. “Go ahead, spit it out but do it politely.”
Davy turned and bent forward, spitting the seed onto the ground in front of his feet instead of attempting to beat the distance of Matthew’s last seed.
“Ready to eat?” Matthew asked, drawing her attention back to him, reaching for something he’d left leaning against a pillar.
Seeing the fishing pole, she shook her head. “I didn’t think we were going to have to catch our lunch, today, Matth… um, Mr. Stone.” Pulling out a hankie edged in lace from her pocket, she attempted to cover her slip of calling him by his Christian name by dabbing a corner of the linen with her tongue and then reached out to wipe her son’s chin where a bit of drool had dribbled. She ignored both Davy’s attempt to pull free of her hold as well as Matthew’s chuckle.
“Keep laughing and I’ll be wiping your mouth next,” she warned without thinking, unable to keep from grinning when he also pulled back, his head shaking.
“Not gonna happen. I remember exactly how I felt when my ma used to do that,” he said, pulling a bandana from his pocket and wiping his own mouth. Stuffing it back into his pocket, he grinned. “We’ll get you your own bandana,” he told Davy as he once again swooped him up.
“Seems like your ma doesn’t approve of our plan, buddy,” he said, settling the boy on his shoulders. “How about we take her to a fancy restaurant today and then maybe she’ll cook up all that trout we’ll be catching?”
Sally knew she should protest, should state Davy could walk, but seeing her son’s face, his eyes bright, his dark head nodding, his hands clasped about Mr. Stone’s neck, she just didn’t have the heart to do so. Instead, she smiled and said, “Only if you do the cleaning.” Something had her adding, “Of the fish and the dishes afterwards.”
“Deal,” Matthew said, giving a soft whistle that had King rising from where he’d been lying, following a few paces behind.
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MAGGIE RYAN: A USA Today and #1 international best selling author, I have been writing stories as long as I can remember. I enjoy writing both contemporary erotica as well as historical books set in ages past. I love developing characters that are able to tell their own stories. My heroines are multi-faceted women who are strong, intelligent and capable in their own right but find a deep need to share their lives with those strong, sexy and dominant alpha males that capture their hearts. My heros recognize the gift of submission for the gift it is, loving and protecting the women that offer that gift. I enjoy sweet, romantic stories with just a taste of domestic discipline as well as one that explore the harsher D/S lifestyle. I also enjoy writing age-play stories set both in Victorian era where women didn’t have a great deal of power in their lives as well as in today’s present time where women still find their happiness is greatly enhanced in offering the gift of submission. My hope is that you settle back in your favorite chair and allow my books to entertain you and let you escape into another world.
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January 10, 2017
Bound by Two by BJ Wane #VirginiaBluebloods #BDSM #Spanking #Menage
After overhearing her husband and doctor plotting against her, Danielle Morrison flees her home in West Virginia. A few weeks later, after finding a place to lay low for a while in Richmond, she ends up stranded in an unfamiliar parking lot one night. Two caring, protective and dominant men come to her rescue then offer her a glimpse into a lifestyle she never imagined would be for her. Soon she can’t resist either man or the sexual exploration they offered her, but will her secrets jeopardize her new relationships as well as her freedom?
Dale Evans and Eli Jackson have been best friends since serving in the military together after discovering they both had a penchant for BDSM and a love of ménage in common. Neither can resist the pull of Dani’s vulnerability, fear and open curiosity about their lifestyle, but their every effort to learn more about her over the next weeks is met with unbending resistance. After learning part of what she was keeping from them, they back away from her in anger and disappointment only to return too late. Will their mistake cost Dani everything, or will they come to her rescue in time to save her from her husband’s threats?
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, elements of BDSM, power exchange and explicit sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
Excerpt:
She took a deep breath, her heart racing from the adrenaline rush of the exercise and grappling with Eli. The thin clothing offered no protection against the hard press of his body as he maneuvered close to demonstrate the correct moves. And her low hisses and silent glares every time he casually brushed his thumb over a nipple or made sure she felt his semi-erect cock against her butt or mound didn’t faze him in the least. His cocky grin and flirtatious wink added to the constant, sluggish flow of heat through her body. She couldn’t look away from the stunning picture of male perfection he made as she watched him grapple shirtless with the other instructor for the past fifteen minutes, his abs rippling with their moves, his muscled biceps bulging as they wrestled. He had her in such a state, she knew she’d do whatever he wanted, and by the look on his face as he turned from locking the doors, closing the front blinds and padded over to where she still sat cross legged in the middle of the room, he wanted her. That alone thrilled her beyond words.
Reaching a hand down, Eli hauled her to her feet and against him, the now silent gym the perfect place to reel her in. “Have you decided if you want to return to The Warehouse tonight?” He punctuated his question with a nip on the tender skin of her neck.
“I’m not sure,” she answered in all honesty. “What will you do?”
“Attempt to get to know you better.” Pulling her in front of him so they were facing the mirrored wall, he kept his eyes on her face in the glass as he reached down and slowly pulled her top up.
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January 9, 2017
“I’ve been a bad girl” – Emma’s Surrender by Amelia Smarts
How completely he had mastered her, when even the pain he inflicted felt like pleasure.
About Emma’s Surrender
When twenty-year-old Emma Brookstone arrives in the town of Bannack, Montana, she seeks out the local marshal, intending to enlist his help in uncovering the truth regarding her father’s murder two years earlier. Upon meeting the marshal, however, she is shocked and dismayed to discover that he is none other than the man who gunned her father down that fateful night.
Though Clive Brookstone was an evil man who needed killing, the knowledge that he left a young woman orphaned tore at Nathan Haskin’s conscience from the moment he pulled the trigger, and he has secretly provided for Emma’s needs since that day. Certain that hearing about her father’s legacy of lawless violence would break her heart, he concealed it from her, but now that she has returned to Bannack her persistence eventually prompts him to tell her the full story.
To make matters more complicated, Nathan finds his desire to protect Emma quickly growing into a powerful need to tame and possess her, and when her foolish behavior puts her safety at risk he doesn’t hesitate to take her in hand and spank her soundly. His stern chastisement leaves her furious yet helplessly aroused, and it isn’t long before he claims her hard and thoroughly.
In her heart, Emma knows what Nathan tells her is true—that her father’s death was just—but writhing in ecstasy as she is utterly dominated by the man who killed him fills her with shame nonetheless, and she does her best to deny her lust for the handsome marshal. Will the day ever come when she can put aside the past and surrender herself fully to the man she once hated?
Publisher’s Note: Emma’s Surrender includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Excerpt
“You can’t do this!” she snarled at him. “I am not your… plaything!” she spat. “Or your pet. You can’t command me and expect me to roll over like a dog.”
His eyes narrowed into a predatory stare, and he chuckled darkly. “I can, I will, and you should know better than to come between a wolf and his meal, pet,” he said, using her own word.
He drew himself up so that he stood towering over her. With a callused hand, he grabbed an ankle, flipped her on her stomach, and gave her bottom a smack. She let out a surprised squeal when his hand fell again, stinging the same place. He continued to strike the flat of his palm in measured splats across each cheek. She yelped at each swat but enjoyed the punishment so much that she pressed her bottom into his hand every time it fell. How completely he had mastered her, when even the pain he inflicted felt like pleasure.
His victorious laugh filled the room. “Oh, you’re a naughty one, aren’t you, pet?” he said as his palm crashed against her bare skin for the final time.
When she didn’t answer, he wrapped his hand around her hair and tugged her head up so that they were cheek to cheek. “Aren’t you?” he growled.
“Yes!” she gasped, her scalp and bottom tingling, her stomach somersaulting.
The stubble of his beard scraped her cheek lightly as he moved his lips to the shell of her ear. “Say it,” he said in a harsh whisper. “Say, ‘I’ve been a bad girl, trying to deny what I want to the man who can give it to me.’”
Other Spanking Romances by Amelia Smarts
Corralling Callie – Jude has his hands full with Callie. She’s sassy and disobedient, but when she puts aside her foul-mouthed, defiant façade, the real Callie is as sweet and kind as she is beautiful. http://amzn.to/2iPVdPB
Claimed by the Mountain Man – Jack’s stern chastisement and bold mastery of her body leave Nettie begging for more, but is she truly ready to give up her freedom to be claimed by the mountain man? http://amzn.to/2b5SymF
His Little Red Lily – Innocent farm girl asks repeatedly to be hired as an entertainer, but the saloon owner has different ideas about where a stubborn, disobedient little girl belongs. http://amzn.to/1TouqoF
Fetching Charlotte Rose – A proud young woman learns lessons in love and safety when a no-nonsense man sweeps her off of her feet… and over his lap. http://amzn.to/1U3FCJJ
About Amelia Smarts
#1 Amazon Bestseller in Historical Erotica and Erotic Westerns!
I’m an author of romance novels featuring domestic discipline/spanking. Usually my stories involve a cowboy, and they always involve a man’s firm hand connecting with a woman’s naughty backside. It’s important to me that I tell a good story in addition to portraying hot sex and discipline scenes. I write complex, flawed heroes and heroines who struggle and succeed in their journey to love and happiness. If you’d like to talk books with me, feel free to drop me a note at amelia_smarts@yahoo.com. Happy reading!
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December 27, 2016
Little Prim and Proper by Allison West
When Kathryn Arrington is kidnapped from the streets of Victorian England, and forcefully taken against her will, all she can do is go along with what is required of her at the Academy of Submission, until she can plan her escape.
Being dressed and treated as a little is tedious work.
When Mr. August Sanders visits the academy in search of a little bride, he sets his eyes on the alluring Miss Kathryn. Desiring her to be his little Kat, August declares he wishes to purchase her outright, for the intention of marriage. She hastily agrees so that she might leave with him. Perhaps she will find a better life away from the care of her strict nanny and the despicable Mr. Edwin.
What Kathryn hopes is a fresh start turns out to be a constant reminder of those she left behind at the academy. With the threat of harm to her family looming overhead, she must find it in herself to trust August.
Little Prim and Proper contains elements of age play, anal play, spanking, and graphic sex.
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Excerpt
The night air grew cool and Kathryn Arrington pulled her cloak tighter, cinching it together with her hands as she walked towards home. At twenty-three, her parents grew tired of her lack of prospects for marriage, insisting she take the hand of the next man who asked for her to marry him. Arrangements of marriage came and went, with her three younger sisters. They had found no trouble when it came to accepting a proposal and giving their dowry to a fine gentleman.
Kathryn, however, had been unable to sit still long enough to catch the eye of a prospective suitor. Against her parents’ wishes, she traveled the rails with a few pence she had secretly earned gambling. It was not the most respected way to earn a living and as for being a woman, she had never looked the part of a lady when she gambled, always wearing a top hat to hide her dark curls and the trousers of her father, albeit a bit baggy. No one seemed to pay her any attention. Her parents learned to just be grateful when she returned home at night and decided it best not to ask questions on where she had been. Perhaps it was due to the fact she found most men repulsive that they did not worry themselves too sick on her whereabouts. She had no reason to soil her name or reputation so kept the drinking to a minimum and her skirt down at all times. Besides, she had found no man worthy of her charm.
Tonight she did not dress in her father’s clothes; it would have been highly inappropriate. Instead, she dressed as a lady, with a dark blue gown to her toes that bustled out from her hips. The cloak she wore was as dark as the night sky, a rich blue that looked black under the moonlight. She had spent the afternoon riding the train, seeing all of London, exploring every crevice of the city.
Her family lived in Stanton, just outside of Oxford. The ride would be too long by carriage, and her parents’ coachman never would have escorted her on the trips she took without merit. Although her parents had given up on disciplining their daughter, it did not mean they condoned her behavior either. She had learned early on, at sixteen, that if she wanted to see the world, then she would have to figure her own way to do so.
Gas lamps shone under the moon and she walked with haste, picking up her feet in the brass heels to hurry and catch the train. She had not paid attention to the hour, which meant she had missed the second to last train back home. If Kathryn did not run, then she would find herself alone for the night, outside. It would not be a pleasant experience for anyone, let alone a young unwed woman. The few pence she had in her pocket would not suffice for a night’s sleep under a roof.
Kathryn loved London. The busy nature of the city, the constant rush of people as she found herself lonely back at home. Her parents had grown tired of her presence under their care. Her sisters had been married between the ages of sixteen and eighteen. She half-wondered what was wrong with her. Had it been her desire to explore and chase after whatever caught her eye? Surely a man would be pleased with such a captivating young woman.
In the distance she heard the whistle of the train. “Christ!” she cursed under her breath, picking up the hem of her skirt as she high-tailed it in a very unladylike manner towards the train station. The distance between her and the engine was too far apart and even as her legs burned and she gasped for breath, she found herself unable to reach the station before the train departed London.
Now what was she to do? She found a seat on the bench at the station, watching as the train disappeared and the tracks now lay empty. Morning would not come for several hours and sleeping outside seemed barbaric. Kathryn sat alone, in the darkened station before retreating back towards the city. Her day had been spent shopping at the market, imagining the fine luxuries wrapped around her body. She had tried on dresses and jewels that she knew were far outside of her budget. Her parents may have been well off, but it did not mean they fed her money on a whim.
About the Author
Allison West is a #1 International Best-Selling Author in BDSM, Science Fiction, Victorian, and Historical Erotica. She also writes young adult novels under the name Ruth Silver.
Allison West has been inventing worlds and writing stories for years. Her favorite novels are those that leave a lasting impression, long after the final page is read. You can find more about Allison on Facebook, Twitter, and her blog “Spanking Author.” http://spankingauthor.com
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December 21, 2016
The Space Marshal’s Captive by Jaye Peaches
There’s nobody out here, nobody to watch or tell them what to do.
Blurb:
After nineteen-year-old Jade Kryst is caught by space marshal Mason Hadley while trying to smuggle supplies to a rebel-held planet, she quickly discovers that her captor is not a man to be underestimated, and when she fails to cooperate with a thorough strip search she ends up with blushing cheeks and a sore bottom.
Though he does his best to remain professional, Mason is drawn to his beautiful, feisty captive, and he strikes a deal with her. If she will use her skills as a mechanic to keep his ship up and running while he hunts down the dangerous criminals he is pursuing, he will set her free once they are apprehended. Jade accepts his offer, but it doesn’t take long for Mason to realize that keeping her in line will require a firm hand frequently applied to her bare bottom, along with even more humiliating punishments when her continued disobedience makes it necessary.
Despite her status as his prisoner, Mason’s stern dominance leaves Jade burning with desire, and when she surrenders herself to his masterful lovemaking it is better than she ever dreamed. She soon finds herself falling deeply in love with the handsome space marshal, but will there be a place for her by his side after his mission is over?
Publisher’s Note: The Space Marshal’s Captive includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Excerpt
Mason stopped outside the medical bay. “In there, now.” He jabbed his thumb at the door.
Inside, he paced the room with his hands on his hips while Jade wrung her hands together. “So,” she said jovially. “I fucked up—”
“Shut it,” he said curtly. “I know what you did. I don’t need an explanation of why. I guess you feel some kind of loyalty toward your smuggling friends, so you decided to try to escape. Laudable, I get it.” He halted right in front her, staring down his long nose. She spied a small cut on his temple, glued closed and cleaned. He made no reference to his injury.
“I can’t give up—” she blurted.
“Yes, you can. You can give up endangering yourself, this ship, and me. You can give up thinking that you’re on a personal one-woman crusade to save a whole planet. You can start by thinking about consequences.” He spoke quietly, almost too quietly, and it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. An angry man should shout and curse, shouldn’t he? This one didn’t. What he articulated was blunt and to the point. Towering over her, he had the strength to overpower her and show his dominance in an aggressive way. Clearly, it wasn’t his style. He expected obedience.
Trapped, but unbound, the best course of action would be to relinquish her body to him and accept her fate. Jade rocked back on her heels and couldn’t think of anything to say.
The marshal stepped back and looked her up and down. “I’m authorized to punish escape attempts. I’m also authorized to punish anyone on board this ship who recklessly endangers the lives of others.” He tapped his foot on the floor, appraising her.
Jade instinctively clenched her buttocks at his sternness—such a voice he had when dishing out those words, it almost dazzled her. Her ass cheeks had stopped throbbing, the physical impact of the last spanking had faded. She guessed it wouldn’t be long before they were sore once again.
She cleared her throat. “I suppose you want me to strip.”
He nodded, unsmiling. “Yes. Then bend over the table.”
Author Bio:
I’m an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.
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