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Historical Erotic Romance Author Chat with Renee Rose, Natasha Blackthorne, & Normandie Alleman Friday, May 9, 7-9pmEST

Join us THIS Friday, May 9 from 7-9 EST at Coffee Time Romance for a chat about BDSM in the Bygone Days with Historical Erotic Romance Authors Renee Rose, Natasha Blackthorne, and myself.

We’ll be talking about our books, how we research them, how we got into writing historical romance and why. Join the party and ask questions! We’ll also have several prizes – I’ll be gifting a copy of The

Interrogated at the Business End of a Crop #DungeonCrawl - The Darlington Incident - Regency spanking story

Welcome to Dungeon Crawl!

I am thrilled to announce the imminent release of my latest Regency spanking romance - The Darlington Incident.

In this scene, Darlington, a spymaster, is interrogating Miss Hunt after he finds secret war plans in her trunk. The two had a mutual attraction previously, so Darlington is quite put out to find she is not who she seemed to be...

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“I found the papers, Miss Hunt.” She recognized the menacing voice. It belonged to Lord Auburn--or whatever his real name was--and the difference in it sent chills down her spine.“To whom will you sell them? Or did you buy them?” He sounded angry. He did not release the tight grasp around her waist, but he eased his hand from her mouth for her answer. “I do not know what you mean!” “Do not lie to me!” he shouted, giving her a shake. He dragged her forward, pushing her belly down over an old saddle lying on a crate. The gate house appeared to be used as overflow for stable equipment, the smell of old leather and hay filling her nostrils. Pulling her wrists behind her, he tied them with a cord.“What are you doing?” she cried in alarm. “Silence!” he snapped and she heard the sound of something swishing through the air a second before a line of fire across her backside made her scream. She looked over her shoulder to see Auburn flexing a riding crop between two hands. Panicking, she struggled to stand up, but he pushed her torso back down, leaning his hand on her low back. “Your rabbit act was very good. You nearly had me fooled,” he said and further terrified her by pulling up her skirts. He yanked her pantalets open at the split, baring her bottom to his view. She fought him, trying to stand, but could not wriggle from his iron grasp.“Did you recognize me for what I am?” he demanded, applying the crop across her bare cheeks.Tears sprang to her eyes and she gasped in pain.“Did you hope to distract me from my purpose with your charms? Was that your plan?” he demanded, whipping her again with the terrible crop.“I swear I do not know--”“Silence!” he snapped, applying the horrid crop even harder than before. “Do not speak unless I ask you a question.”“But you did ask--” she bit off her protest as another stroke made her gasp.He tapped the crop against her smarting flesh, the momentary reprieve only making her aware of her exposure, imagining what the sight of her naked buttocks must look like to him. “Do you know,” he said in a slightly calmer voice, “you are the only woman I have ever wanted to court? The joke was on me, was it not?” he asked bitterly and sliced the crop down again.She cried out, tears spilling from her eyes, as her mind struggled to recover from bewilderment. Lord Auburn believed she possessed papers that somehow incriminated her, that much was clear. He whipped her again, making her scream again. Amidst her confusion and fright and the searing pain of the whipping, she clung to one little buoy: his anger seemed borne of a sense of betrayal. He truly cared for her--or he had before now. He struck her three more times in rapid succession, making it impossible for her to catch her breath to even cry out. When he paused a sob bubbled up in her throat. The sound seemed to affect him, because he stroked her throbbing flesh with a gentle hand. He sighed and spoke in a lowered voice, tinged with defeat. “Will you tell me where you got the papers?”“I do not know--”“Stop,” he commanded with disgust. “I cannot stand hearing the lies.”He continued the slow stroking. She knew she ought to protest, but the relief his touch brought her outweighed all else. She remained so exposed, lying prostrate with her bottom on display for his punishment and now caress. And yet a heat coursed through her body, not just on the surface of her raw cheeks, but deep inside, flooding her with a sense of need.His hand stroked lower, across the juncture where bottom meets thigh. To her horror, his thumb wicked a bit of moisture from her inner thigh. “I do believe you find this arousing,” he said in surprise. Hot shame flooded her face and chest.
“I suppose I do, too,” he muttered.
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Meet me at the Westerfield Estate gatehouse at midnight during their Ides of March ball.  Bring the twenty-five thousand in notes to exchange for the plans.

Spymaster John Andrews does not know the identity of either of the traitors who plan to meet at the Westerfield’s, but he is determined to catch them both at their treasonous game. Posing as Lord Andrew Darlington, he joins the Westerfield weekend fete, never expecting to fall for his main suspect, the lovely wallflower Miss Eliza Hunt. When he finds the secret government documents hidden in her trunk, he takes the lady to task, applying a riding crop to her bare bottom. Yet it appears Eliza may be innocent, in which case, he can bid farewell to his career for getting fresh with the daughter of the wealthy and well-connected Hunt family.Eliza Hunt knows Lord Darlington is not the man he purports to be, but he is the first man to see beyond the ugly birthmark on her face treat her with passion. As he draws her out of her shell and demands she let go of her doubts of self-worth, he soon becomes the only man she wants, even when it becomes clear he has a strong penchant for spanking!
Darlington cannot wait to resolve his case and claim Eliza as his own, but he fears his darker desires may mean he is not the sort of man worth having as a husband. Can her trust allow him to release the demons from his past?

Read all the Dungeon Crawlers!

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Spanking A to Z Blog Challenge Sign up today!Spanking Romance Reviews is thrilled to sponsor the June Spanking A-Z Blog Challenge, brought to you by Celeste Jones.  Here's the scoop:
What is the Spanking From A to Z Blog Challenge?The Spanking from A to Z Blog Challenge is a group event for any spanking blogger who would like to participate. The challenge is to blog for 26 days in June, 2014 using a different letter of the alphabet as a theme for your blog posts.Can you explain that a bit more?Sure. Each letter of the alphabet corresponds to a day of the month. On June 1, your blog should have A as the theme. B on June 2 etc.Does each post have to be about spanking?No! This is an opportunity to share all sorts of things. Got a great recipe for Apple Pie? You could post it on June 1 with A or on the 16th for P or the 4th (D is for dessert) or 25th (Y for Yummy). Use your imagination!Do I have to post every day?It's not required to participate, but it is encouraged. We are more interested in participation than in making a bunch of rules.There are 30 days in June and only 26 letters in the alphabet.Excellent point. One option would be to post June 1-26. Another option would be to take the 4 Saturdays in June off from the alphabet challenge, thus leaving 26 days for blogging. If you do that, then instead of blogging the letter that corresponds to the day of the month, just continue on from where you left off.Can I still participate in Saturday Spankings or other weekly events?Sure. You can either skip Saturdays (see the question right above this) or incorporate the letter for the day into your post. For example, the letter for Saturday June 7 would be G. Just think of the possibilities---giggle, gasp, grab, grip, goose, girl. Get the idea? If you want to participate in another weekly event or you have a weekly event on your blog, please don't let that keep you from participating in the alphabet challenge when you can or, incorporate it into the post.For example---On June 13 Spanking Stories Book Club will be discussing Terran by Cara Bristol. M is the 13th letter of the alphabet…and coincidentally the hero of the book is named Marlix. Ta-da! Easy peasy.This is meant to be a fun community event, not a homework assignment that gives you headaches.Is this a blog hop? Do I have to offer a prize?No, this is not a blog hop. It's more of a community event and a way to challenge ourselves as bloggers to post more often and maybe a bit more creatively. (Not that there aren't plenty of creative bloggers out there.)Do I have to visit all the other blogs?No. That would be quite a burden (we are hoping for big participation, after all). But, we do suggest that you take this opportunity to visit some blogs that you don't usually visit. Maybe you could visit one new blog each day, though that is not a requirement.Do I have to be a writer to participate?No! This event is open to all spanking bloggers. There're no criteria other than that you have a blog (or maybe this will inspire you to start one) and that you consider yourself to be a part of the spanking blogger community.How do I sign up?Spanking Romance Reviews is hosting this event. The linky list for signing up is below.Other than using letters of the alphabet for the theme, are there any other requirements for my posts?Yes, if possible please include either the linky list or a link to the list of participating blogs on Spanking Romance Reviews to encourage visitors to your blog to stop by other blogs. We'd also like you to include the logo in your posts and if possible post the logo on your blog with a link to the sign up at Spanking Romance Reviews.Is there a deadline for signing up?June 30th would probably be too late to participate.I'm sort of new to blogging and I have some technical questions. Can someone help me?If you use Blogger, please feel free to email Celeste Jones at celestejones215 at rocketmail.com Please write "Blogger question" or something similar in the subject line of your email.
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Playing Doctor - how do you feel about medical BDSM?

Last night I had a hot date with my husband (it was our anniversary--see my previous post).  It started with my husband texting me instructions about what to wear.  He said he wanted me in business attire (!) with crotchless panties and no bra underneath, and preferably some of the mesh he bought me for my birthday.

I can rock a good suit.  I haven't worked corporate in four years, but I did save one suit.  It cracks me up, because for all the expensive suits I bought over the years, my all time favorite, the one I kept, is a $30 suit from Forever 21. Do you have that chain?  My friend calls it disposable clothing. I call it "sluts for cheap."  Somehow this suit ended up being the best possible suit ever.  [Oops, I just deleted a whole section on how it doesn't need ironing.  You don't really want to hear my laundry details, do you?]

Anyway, I went with the short skirt/long jacket look.  I wore the neon colored mesh top under the jacket (couldn't be seen when the jacket was buttoned) and the panties I posted about after my birthday.  They aren't crotchless, but they are smoking hot and why not give him some little disobedience to punish over, right?

We had a lovely dinner out and when we returned home (kids spend the night at a friend's!) he said considering the recent flare up of my Reiter's Syndrome, it was time for an "examination".  He led me to the guest room and told me to take off my outer clothing and sit on the edge of the bed.

He returned with all kinds of medical things I didn't know we had, like a stethoscope and pressure cuff.  I was a little tipsy, so I giggled through most of the early examination.

Then he started a series of tests, such as bending over to touch my toes, opening my jaw to see how large a cock can fit in it, etc.  LOL.

I had only recently told him about the existence of "Medical BDSM".  When I told him, I said it wasn't something I was interested in.  He said, "of course not, you hate doctors."  Oh yeah.  Good point.  Well, never knock it till you've tried it!

By the end of my examination, when I found myself moaning, "Yes, Doctor!" I discovered that long-forgotten thrill of playing doctor as a child.

Pap smear, anyone?

How about you--can you go there?  Does the white coat make you hot?  Please do share!!

How it all began. Celebrating 20 years together...

Today I celebrate twelve years of being married to my husband, 20 years since we've been a couple. I met him the summer after I graduated from college at a dude ranch in Estes Park, Colorado. He worked maintenance, I was housekeeping. We had sex in every single cabin on that ranch, as well as in a tent we left up all summer that overlooked the most incredible landscape.

 He was scamming on my roommate at the time when I arrived a few weeks after everyone else had already settled in. He showed up to take her for a walk and said he knew the moment he saw me that I was the one. He invited me along on the hike (bless my roommate for not having any hard feelings about his changed focus!) and the rest is 20 years of history and sexual adventures :) .
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 We have an adventuresome spirit together. After our summer fling, he moved further west to Tucson and I took a half year to backpack alone through Central America. I wrote him letters while we were apart, framing my experiences by sharing them with him. When I returned we took five months to drive across this country and Canada in my little Subaru station wagon and landed back in the Tucson desert to build a life together.

 My husband opened a nightclub and I started a dance company. Later I opened a dance studio and he became a hot air balloon pilot. Then I sold my studio and became a Feldenkrais practitioner. He sold his nightclub to be a full time pilot. Through all these iterations, we supported each other in our belief that anything is possible.

 When I wanted to birth our babies at home, my husband caught them. When he wanted to move our family to New Mexico for summers, I figured out how to make it happen while keeping a corporate job. When I started writing fiction, he helped me believe there's no limit to where it will take me.

 The same thing could be said of our sex life. We have never lived as Puritans. We have experimented with threesomes, orgies, D/s, public sex, exhibitionism and a prostitute. I have no regrets for any of it. I am so grateful to have a life partner who helps me live out all my fantasies, both sexual and non-sexual, who only sees what is possible, without placing limits on either of us.

It's a lot to celebrate. I am grateful to be blessed with my husband and my marriage.

Spanked by the Spymaster! #SatSpanks - Regency Spanking Story

I have a teaser from my new Regency today.
Spymaster John Andrews is at the Westerfield Estate to investigate an espionage plot. Finding papers in the lovely Eliza Hunt's trunk, he interrogates her--at the business end of a riding crop!When he realizes he may have made a grave mistake, he is mortified. Sneaking into her room to catch her for a word in private, he clamps a hand over her mouth to stifle her scream and begs forgiveness...
“You have not reported my behavior to anyone. I am grateful and yet,” he struggled for words, “I hope it is not...shame that kept you silent. The shame is all mine. Only mine.”Her eyes filled with tears, which she blinked back. His heart twisted. She had been ashamed. He had violated her innocence just as if he had raped her. He cupped her face in his hand. “I beg you to turn me in. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”“If it had been anyone else, I would have turned you in immediately,” she said, drawing herself up.It took a moment for her words to sink in and when they did, a rushing in his ears nearly deafened him.

Blurb:

Meet me at the Westerfield Estate gatehouse at midnight during their Ides of March ball.  Bring the twenty-five thousand in notes to exchange for the plans.

Spymaster John Andrews does not know the identity of either of the traitors who plan to meet at the Westerfield’s, but he is determined to catch them both at their treasonous game. Posing as Lord Andrew Auburn, he joins the Westerfield weekend fete, never expecting to fall for his main suspect, the lovely wallflower Miss Eliza Hunt. When he finds the secret government documents hidden in her trunk, he takes the lady to task, applying a riding crop to her bare bottom. Yet it appears Eliza may be innocent, in which case, he can bid farewell to his career for getting fresh with the daughter of the wealthy and well-connected Hunt family.Eliza Hunt knows Lord Auburn is not the man he purports to be, but he is the first man to see beyond the ugly birthmark on her face treat her with passion. As he draws her out of her shell and demands she let go of her doubts of self-worth, he soon becomes the only man she wants, even when it becomes clear he has a strong penchant for spanking!
Auburn cannot wait to resolve his case and claim Eliza as his own, but he fears his darker desires may mean he is not the sort of man worth having as a husband. Can her trust allow him to release the demons from his past?
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It's my fault! Why Etta Stark writes the spank!

I just read a charming book from a new spanking author, Etta Stark called His Lordship's Apprentice . I loved it from start to finish!  Set in Victorian England, Lord Hardcastle (and really, shouldn't every spanking hero's name have the word "hard" in it?) a lord and celebrated magician, takes his scullery maid on as his apprentice. This is a light, playful story with amusing scenes of mischief and delicious spankings.

Violet, the heroine, is charming with plenty of pluck. Neither wimpy nor bratty, she has courage and stands up for herself when necessary, but accepts the cane from her master when necessary. It has a fairy-tale romance quality, packed with humor and delightful, entertaining characters. I highly recommend this book!

I liked it so much, I invited Etta over for a guest blog.  I didn't know she was going to talk about me (blush).  I am very honored she claims me responsible for her new career as a spanking author!

Here's Etta...

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I’m very excited about being invited on to Renee Rose’s blog. It’s probably Renee’s fault that I ever got round to writing a spanking romance in the first place. I’ve always been into reading about spanking but mostly the stuff I read wasn’t all that, well, competent. Then I read The Westerfield Affair and my mind was literally blown. Well maybe not literally, that would have been messy. And uncomfortable.

 I was so excited to read something so well written and romantic and deliciously full of spankings. And set in the Georgian period, to boot. I just love a historical drama! I just checked my Amazon kindle history to see when I bought The Westerfield Affair (June 2013) and have just realised that the next FIVE books I bought after that were all by Renee. There was a week and a half last year when I was clearly spending a LOT of my time catching up on Renee’s back catalogue.

Over the next few months I discovered other great spanking fiction writers like Annabel Joseph, Maddie Taylor and Maren Smith.

It wasn’t until the end of last year that I properly decided that writing spanking romance was something I could do myself. His Lordship Apprentice is my first book. It’s set in the late Victorian period and concerns the relationship between a Lord (who is also a stage magician) and his scullery maid (who becomes promoted to his onstage assistant.) I have finished my second now – tentatively entitled Like the Lightning and set in 1870 – which is currently being edited.

I think my writing style is quite different from Renee’s. I am bringing that up because I have started to worry that I’ve made it sound like I admired Renee Rose so much I DECIDED TO BE EXACTLY LIKE HER in a creepy ‘Single White Female’ way. However, she is, without a doubt, an inspiration. And I mean that in the non-creepiest way possible.

[from Renee;  I'm totally freaking out--is that Etta sitting in a station wagon outside my house??!]

 His Lordship’s Apprentice   When beautiful Violet Plover is forced to take a job as downstairs maid to support her ailing father, she resigns herself to a life of drudgery. But a chance to catch a glimpse of her enigmatic employer becomes a turn of fortune when he decides Violet's spirit and uncanny athleticism can be put to better use.

Lord Hardcastle's wealth allows him to live an unorthodox life as a magician, hobnobbing with the likes of Harry Houdini as he wows audiences all over Europe. Taking Violet as his assistant means investing hours of training, and demanding complete obedience to his will. And while Lord Hardcastle may have an unconventional profession, he is very conventional in his views on discipline. As a schoolboy, he endured the cane and considers it a useful tool for the correction of his headstrong assistant.

As Violet's training progresses, her existence literally becomes a balancing act between her life as a commoner and her growing romantic role in Lord Hardcastle's life. Will this strict, wealthy aristocrat effect the biggest transformation of his career by turning a scullery maid into Lady Hardcastle?

Excerpt

Lord Hardcastle turned to Violet. "Very well," he said. "To business. Your name's Violet
Plover, is that correct? I understand that you have been in my service for two months." 

"Yes, my Lord," Violet replied. Her nervousness rendered her throat so dry that she could
barely speak at all. Was that a sufficient response? Should she provide more information when
addressing a lord or speak as little as possible? She honestly had no idea. Much as she had been warned that Lord Hardcastle was highly irregular compared to other men of his station, she hadn't imagined that a scullery maid such as herself would have to interact with his Lordship face to face. Certainly not this soon. Ah well, it hardly mattered now. She fully expected to be fired without a reference and doubted she would need to interact with the nobility again.  

"Well, Violet," continued Lord Hardcastle, oblivious to Violet's internal panic. "Firstly, I
want to thank you for the swift way you dealt with my escaped dove. I should not have left her
on the table like that and it was understandable that you disturbed her. You dealt with the
recapture very professionally. I was impressed. She is a trained bird and very valuable. I should have hated to see her injured or upset. Thank you." 

Violet stared at Lord Hardcastle in shock. This was not what she had anticipated. 

"However," Lord Hardcastle continued. "There are standards of behaviour – and of course, language – we uphold to in this house. I reserve the right to entertain visitors in my own home without them being subjected to the kind of words that would shock a sailor." 

Violet's heart sunk once more. "I am very sorry, my Lord," she mumbled. 

"I am sure you are," responded Lord Hardcastle. "I am also sure you are a valuable member of staff here. I have no desire to terminate your employment over this incident. However, you will be punished." 

"Yes, my Lord." 

"I'll offer you the choice, Violet. Either you can forfeit a day's wages or submit to a spanking." 

Violet's head was a confusion of different emotions. While she was elated that she still had a job, she was truly terrified at the prospect of being physically punished by Lord Hardcastle, but what choice did she have? She could not afford to lose a day's wages; her family was relying on her. 

 "I will take the spanking, my Lord." 

"Very well," Lord Hardcastle replied. He walked to the corner of the room and to Violet's wide–eyed horror, removed a long thin cane from the umbrella stand. 

"Bend over the desk," he instructed.

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Authenticity in Social Marketing - are you mailing it in?

I have been asked to be a columnist on the Write Sex Right blog (the home site of the Eroticon conferences). This month's post is about Authenticity in Social Marketing.  When is it okay to cut corners and when is it important to really "show up"?  

Stop over and say hello!

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Waking the beast - #SatSpanks

Today's excerpt is from The Winter Storm, featured this week on Celeste Jones's Spanking Stories Book Club (go visit, even if you haven't read the book-- the conversation is great!).


In The Winter Storm, Faye, a half-fairy who does not know how to use her powers, accidentally turned her landlord's feet into flippers. He has taken her as his slave until she can reverse the spell, spanking her thoroughly for any disobedience. During the night, she grows cold on his couch and sneaks into his bed to grab a blanket. Here's what happens next:
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She screeched in surprise as she was yanked up off her feet by a thick arm around the waist and was held dangling in the air.

“Faye? What’s going on?” he demanded in a gruff, sleep-graveled voice.

“I’m sorry!” she squeaked. “I just came in for a blanket—it’s cold on the couch.”
Seeing in the dark did not appear to be a problem for Cade, because he landed his huge palm square on her ass three times, hard. “Don’t surprise me when I’m sleeping,” he growled. “It’s dangerous to sneak up on me.” He tossed her in his bed.

“What are you doing?” she asked, lurching to her knees to climb back out. Crawling in behind her, he wrapped a heavy arm over her waist and pulled her back firmly against his front, spooning her.

“Go back to sleep. I’ll keep you warm,” he mumbled, his breath already returning to the slow sigh of slumber.
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What do you think happens when two hot paranormals find themselves in bed together?

The Winter Storm: An Ever After Chronicle
Top 100 Amazon - BDSM and Paranormal

In a world where fairy tales and real life collide, in which truth is sometimes stranger than fiction and romance and fetish are the norm, a winter storm forces a cast of characters to converge at a unique lodge, and three interwoven tales are set in motion.
Jillian and her brother narrowly escape a wolf attack, thanks to a shapeshifter, Bertram. As the owner of the lodge, Bertram opens Jillian’s eyes to a whole new world filled with spanking and so much more. Will she keep fighting her submission, or allow herself the chance for true love?
Coral is a fugitive—hiding from herself, her true desires, and the sea witch to whom she owes a great debt. She fears showing real emotion and letting herself be free, but Jake Hill’s dominating presence beckons her to yield to him—not just her body, but her heart, mind and soul. When the sea witch demands retribution, though, she may lose the one man she has come to trust.
When Faye blunders while casting a spell upon her landlord, he claims her as his slave until she can undo the magic, and she finds herself subject to his firm discipline. As her attraction to him grows, Faye fears she will give in to the handsome shifter and forever lose her maidenhood, and consequently her powers and the ability to fix her mistake.
Even as all three women struggle with surrendering to the dominant men they have fallen for, each finds herself on a journey to discover her true self. Can they find a way to yield to love without losing themselves in the process?
Buy now on Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, Blushing Books, ARe
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The Winter Storm is being discussed at Celeste Jones' Book Club!

Please join us over at Celeste Jones' place for her Spanking Stories Book Club where the topic today is The Winter Storm. Even if you haven't read the book-- the discussion is always lively!!


The Winter Storm: An Ever After Chronicle
Top 100 Amazon - BDSM and Paranormal

In a world where fairy tales and real life collide, in which truth is sometimes stranger than fiction and romance and fetish are the norm, a winter storm forces a cast of characters to converge at a unique lodge, and three interwoven tales are set in motion.
Jillian and her brother narrowly escape a wolf attack, thanks to a shapeshifter, Bertram. As the owner of the lodge, Bertram opens Jillian’s eyes to a whole new world filled with spanking and so much more. Will she keep fighting her submission, or allow herself the chance for true love?
Coral is a fugitive—hiding from herself, her true desires, and the sea witch to whom she owes a great debt. She fears showing real emotion and letting herself be free, but Jake Hill’s dominating presence beckons her to yield to him—not just her body, but her heart, mind and soul. When the sea witch demands retribution, though, she may lose the one man she has come to trust.
When Faye blunders while casting a spell upon her landlord, he claims her as his slave until she can undo the magic, and she finds herself subject to his firm discipline. As her attraction to him grows, Faye fears she will give in to the handsome shifter and forever lose her maidenhood, and consequently her powers and the ability to fix her mistake.
Even as all three women struggle with surrendering to the dominant men they have fallen for, each finds herself on a journey to discover her true self. Can they find a way to yield to love without losing themselves in the process?
Buy now on Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, Blushing Books, ARe