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April 4, 2014
Ariana's first spanking
Her entire body trembled as she nibbled the food and contemplated her plan. It would be necessary to kill Crow with a single blow, and considering the size of the small knife in her possession, that left her with only one option–stabbing him through the eye. She shuddered.
“Are you cold, your highness?”
“No, sir,” she mumbled, feeling sick. But how would she even retrieve the knife without his notice? Nothing seemed to get past the man.
She allowed her bowl to slip through her fingers and topple to the floor at her feet. “Forgive me,” she muttered. “My hands are clumsy after being tied.” She reached down to catch the bowl, snatching the knife when Crow stood to call to the Saxons for a cloth. Tucking the knife under her thigh, she scooped her meat back into the bowl and accepted the cloth to wipe the juices from the floor.
She handed the bowl to Crow.
He looked at the food in it. “Do you wish for a fresh serving?”
“No, thank you,” she said. “I am not hungry.”
He shrugged and handed the bowls and the cloth to the Saxons, shutting the door behind them. He came back to tie her bonds and she sat still as a stone, waiting for his approach. The moment he squatted before her, she grabbed the knife and struck in one fluid movement.
He caught her wrist and twisted his head the instant before impact, but her blade still struck, catching him below the left eye and tearing across his cheek when he turned his head. She gasped, terrified at what she had done, watching blood spurt from the gash.
Crow wrenched her arm backward, slamming her wrist on his knee to dislodge the knife from her grasp. His arm returned, cocked to backhand her, but froze mid-air. She could not breathe, her heart stuck in her throat, once again paralyzed by her own terror, though whether she was more afraid of what she had done or its consequences, she could not tell.
He hauled her to her feet and carried her several paces to his chair, where he rested one foot upon the seat and pushed her torso over his thigh. When he yanked up her tunic and chemise and began to unfasten his sword belt, she realized his intent. Fighting as if for her life, she struggled against his hold, forcing him to drop the belt and wrap both his arms around her, pinning her arms to her side.
He spoke in her ear through gritted teeth. “You can take my punishment and keep me as your guard or I can leave you to see how you fare with the Saxons. Which is it?”
She stilled.
“Wise decision,” he said, bending her wrist behind her back as he leaned over to pick up the belt. She looked over her shoulder as he doubled it, and drew his arm back to swing, blood still dripping from his face at a frightening rate.
The leather bit into her bare skin, leaving a sting in its wake. He whipped her fast and hard, each lash falling right after the last, searing her bottom with the flexible leather until she danced with the pain. Still he continued thrashing her, with no sign of stopping. She wondered if he had lost his senses in his own pain, whether he would ever stop, and if he did not, how long she could take it. She attempted stoicism, but at last she reached a breaking point.
“Please!” she gasped.
To her surprise, the spanking stopped.
“Please, what?” he demanded.
She could not think what answer to give.
“Please stop or please forgive me?” he prompted.
Please stop. “Please forgive me,” she gasped.
He lifted her from his thigh, turned, and sat on the chair, pulling her to perch on his knee, her clothing still lifted so her bare skin connected with his hose. The intimacy of it affected her, the humiliation outweighed by her physical response to his dominance. Wetness leaked from her sex, and she feared he would feel it soaking his hose. Her bottom stung, the heat only stoking the fire between her legs.
She dared look at him and gasped at the sight. His entire shoulder and front of his undershirt were soaked with blood, the lower half of the mask clung to his face in the sticky mess.
“You must remove the mask─”
“Do not speak,” he ordered with gruff authority.
She obeyed, watching him with held breath. He sat, staring at a point in the distance, as if thinking, or more likely, recovering his temper.
He released her, pushing her to stand. “Go fetch me the knife,” he commanded.
She complied, her mind whirling with fearful thoughts of what he planned to do with it. Did he mean to exact retribution? Make the same cut on her face she had made on his? Or would he just threaten her with it? She considered her options, and despite having a useful weapon in her hand, she knew she would not use it again. One failed attempt was all she could manage. At least for one day. She handed it to him, hilt first, and found herself pulled roughly to sit on his knee again.
“What was your plan?” he asked. His voice sounded like his own again, the threat she had heard in it moments before ebbing.
She could not meet his eye, nor could she look at his bloodied face, the wound gaping open and still bleeding profusely as he did nothing to staunch it.
“You were aiming for my eye?”
She gave a small assent.
“Probably your best strategy considering your size and the length of the blade. But how did you plan to handle my men out there?”
“Could you spare me the critique?” she asked, more to hide her fluster than out of ire.
His voice turned hard again. “Do not speak disrespectfully to me.”
“Or what?” she dared.
Crow let his head fall to the side, looking exasperated. In the next moment, he upended her over his other knee, his thigh clamping over her legs to pin her in place. He shoved her clothing up and began spanking her with the flat of his hand, which should not hurt a grown woman, but did. Her bottom was already swollen and sore from the whipping, and now his hand stung like a dozen bee stings as he smacked at a pace too rapid for her to catch her breath. Lying over his lap, being spanked with his hand made her feel like a naughty child, even more shameful than being bent over his knee and whipped. She could not squirm out of his grasp, no matter how hard she tried.
“Forgive me!” she cried. “Forgive me!” she cried louder, fearing he had not heard her.
He did stop, his large hand coming to rest on her bottom, which still twitched and pulsed from the assault. To her shock, he rubbed her throbbing cheeks, making slow lazy circles over her heated flesh.
What was he doing?
The sensuality of his touch charged the air between them. His thumb trailed between her cheeks and she froze, but he withdrew it, continuing the slow strokes. She imagined his view–her bare bottom reddened, her sex probably visible between her legs. Because she did crave his forgiveness, she irrationally hoped he took pleasure in the sight of her.
Eventually he stopped the caress, though his leg remained firmly clamped over hers, holding her in place. She heard the sound of fabric ripping, and looked over her shoulder to see him cutting another swatch from the bottom of his undershirt with the knife she had brought him. Balling it up, he held it to his cheek, at last attending to his wound. Holding her in the shameful position whilst he worked to right the damage she had done completed her humiliation.
“Are you finished with your rebellion?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Thank you,” he said, lifting her to her feet.
She stood between his knees, unable to meet his eye, blushing from the humility of her predicament.
He shocked her by picking her up and carrying her the few feet to the pallet, where he laid her gently on her side.
Review from Bottoms Up Book Review:Renee Rose is an exceptional author of spanking romance. Her books are always well written; giving great detail to the emotions and inner conflicts of her characters. I have yet to read a book by Renee Rose that I don’t enjoy so much as to read it again and again. Held for Ransom was no exception. This book grabbed me from the start. Ariana struggles with her pride and her compassion for her captor. How can she call for justice against a man who has wronged her when part of her heart inexplicably belongs to him? I very much enjoyed being a part of Ariana and Crow’s world – and I recommend you do the same! Lose yourself for an afternoon in this historical English novel chock full of love, war, mystics, and of course – spanking.
Held for Ransom
$3.99
Amazon top 100 for Medieval
The Romance Review's Top Pick
All Romance Ebook's top seller
When Sir Gorran’s people disappear after a raid on a Saxon settlement, he kidnaps Princess Ariana, a priestess of Avalon, and demands their return. Though he knew he risked Ariana’s curse as well as a lifetime hiding from the king’s sword, he does not realize his greatest risk in holding the lovely princess for ransom is to his heart.
The intimacy shared with her kidnapper leaves Ariana wounded by the experience and his reappearance at the annual tournament only deepens her pain. When her brother foists him on her as a guardian and slave she must come to terms with her feelings for the dominant warrior. Will she send him away to his death, or will she realize her pain is only caused by living without him?
Buy Now on Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, ARe
“Are you cold, your highness?”
“No, sir,” she mumbled, feeling sick. But how would she even retrieve the knife without his notice? Nothing seemed to get past the man.
She allowed her bowl to slip through her fingers and topple to the floor at her feet. “Forgive me,” she muttered. “My hands are clumsy after being tied.” She reached down to catch the bowl, snatching the knife when Crow stood to call to the Saxons for a cloth. Tucking the knife under her thigh, she scooped her meat back into the bowl and accepted the cloth to wipe the juices from the floor.
She handed the bowl to Crow.
He looked at the food in it. “Do you wish for a fresh serving?”
“No, thank you,” she said. “I am not hungry.”
He shrugged and handed the bowls and the cloth to the Saxons, shutting the door behind them. He came back to tie her bonds and she sat still as a stone, waiting for his approach. The moment he squatted before her, she grabbed the knife and struck in one fluid movement.
He caught her wrist and twisted his head the instant before impact, but her blade still struck, catching him below the left eye and tearing across his cheek when he turned his head. She gasped, terrified at what she had done, watching blood spurt from the gash.
Crow wrenched her arm backward, slamming her wrist on his knee to dislodge the knife from her grasp. His arm returned, cocked to backhand her, but froze mid-air. She could not breathe, her heart stuck in her throat, once again paralyzed by her own terror, though whether she was more afraid of what she had done or its consequences, she could not tell.
He hauled her to her feet and carried her several paces to his chair, where he rested one foot upon the seat and pushed her torso over his thigh. When he yanked up her tunic and chemise and began to unfasten his sword belt, she realized his intent. Fighting as if for her life, she struggled against his hold, forcing him to drop the belt and wrap both his arms around her, pinning her arms to her side.
He spoke in her ear through gritted teeth. “You can take my punishment and keep me as your guard or I can leave you to see how you fare with the Saxons. Which is it?”
She stilled.
“Wise decision,” he said, bending her wrist behind her back as he leaned over to pick up the belt. She looked over her shoulder as he doubled it, and drew his arm back to swing, blood still dripping from his face at a frightening rate.
The leather bit into her bare skin, leaving a sting in its wake. He whipped her fast and hard, each lash falling right after the last, searing her bottom with the flexible leather until she danced with the pain. Still he continued thrashing her, with no sign of stopping. She wondered if he had lost his senses in his own pain, whether he would ever stop, and if he did not, how long she could take it. She attempted stoicism, but at last she reached a breaking point.
“Please!” she gasped.
To her surprise, the spanking stopped.
“Please, what?” he demanded.
She could not think what answer to give.
“Please stop or please forgive me?” he prompted.
Please stop. “Please forgive me,” she gasped.
He lifted her from his thigh, turned, and sat on the chair, pulling her to perch on his knee, her clothing still lifted so her bare skin connected with his hose. The intimacy of it affected her, the humiliation outweighed by her physical response to his dominance. Wetness leaked from her sex, and she feared he would feel it soaking his hose. Her bottom stung, the heat only stoking the fire between her legs.
She dared look at him and gasped at the sight. His entire shoulder and front of his undershirt were soaked with blood, the lower half of the mask clung to his face in the sticky mess.
“You must remove the mask─”
“Do not speak,” he ordered with gruff authority.
She obeyed, watching him with held breath. He sat, staring at a point in the distance, as if thinking, or more likely, recovering his temper.
He released her, pushing her to stand. “Go fetch me the knife,” he commanded.
She complied, her mind whirling with fearful thoughts of what he planned to do with it. Did he mean to exact retribution? Make the same cut on her face she had made on his? Or would he just threaten her with it? She considered her options, and despite having a useful weapon in her hand, she knew she would not use it again. One failed attempt was all she could manage. At least for one day. She handed it to him, hilt first, and found herself pulled roughly to sit on his knee again.
“What was your plan?” he asked. His voice sounded like his own again, the threat she had heard in it moments before ebbing.
She could not meet his eye, nor could she look at his bloodied face, the wound gaping open and still bleeding profusely as he did nothing to staunch it.
“You were aiming for my eye?”
She gave a small assent.
“Probably your best strategy considering your size and the length of the blade. But how did you plan to handle my men out there?”
“Could you spare me the critique?” she asked, more to hide her fluster than out of ire.
His voice turned hard again. “Do not speak disrespectfully to me.”
“Or what?” she dared.
Crow let his head fall to the side, looking exasperated. In the next moment, he upended her over his other knee, his thigh clamping over her legs to pin her in place. He shoved her clothing up and began spanking her with the flat of his hand, which should not hurt a grown woman, but did. Her bottom was already swollen and sore from the whipping, and now his hand stung like a dozen bee stings as he smacked at a pace too rapid for her to catch her breath. Lying over his lap, being spanked with his hand made her feel like a naughty child, even more shameful than being bent over his knee and whipped. She could not squirm out of his grasp, no matter how hard she tried.
“Forgive me!” she cried. “Forgive me!” she cried louder, fearing he had not heard her.
He did stop, his large hand coming to rest on her bottom, which still twitched and pulsed from the assault. To her shock, he rubbed her throbbing cheeks, making slow lazy circles over her heated flesh.
What was he doing?
The sensuality of his touch charged the air between them. His thumb trailed between her cheeks and she froze, but he withdrew it, continuing the slow strokes. She imagined his view–her bare bottom reddened, her sex probably visible between her legs. Because she did crave his forgiveness, she irrationally hoped he took pleasure in the sight of her.
Eventually he stopped the caress, though his leg remained firmly clamped over hers, holding her in place. She heard the sound of fabric ripping, and looked over her shoulder to see him cutting another swatch from the bottom of his undershirt with the knife she had brought him. Balling it up, he held it to his cheek, at last attending to his wound. Holding her in the shameful position whilst he worked to right the damage she had done completed her humiliation.
“Are you finished with your rebellion?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Thank you,” he said, lifting her to her feet.
She stood between his knees, unable to meet his eye, blushing from the humility of her predicament.
He shocked her by picking her up and carrying her the few feet to the pallet, where he laid her gently on her side.
Review from Bottoms Up Book Review:Renee Rose is an exceptional author of spanking romance. Her books are always well written; giving great detail to the emotions and inner conflicts of her characters. I have yet to read a book by Renee Rose that I don’t enjoy so much as to read it again and again. Held for Ransom was no exception. This book grabbed me from the start. Ariana struggles with her pride and her compassion for her captor. How can she call for justice against a man who has wronged her when part of her heart inexplicably belongs to him? I very much enjoyed being a part of Ariana and Crow’s world – and I recommend you do the same! Lose yourself for an afternoon in this historical English novel chock full of love, war, mystics, and of course – spanking.
Held for Ransom
$3.99
Amazon top 100 for Medieval
The Romance Review's Top Pick
All Romance Ebook's top sellerWhen Sir Gorran’s people disappear after a raid on a Saxon settlement, he kidnaps Princess Ariana, a priestess of Avalon, and demands their return. Though he knew he risked Ariana’s curse as well as a lifetime hiding from the king’s sword, he does not realize his greatest risk in holding the lovely princess for ransom is to his heart.
The intimacy shared with her kidnapper leaves Ariana wounded by the experience and his reappearance at the annual tournament only deepens her pain. When her brother foists him on her as a guardian and slave she must come to terms with her feelings for the dominant warrior. Will she send him away to his death, or will she realize her pain is only caused by living without him?
Buy Now on Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, ARe
April 2, 2014
It's spankstastic multi-media week!
Since I posted the audio file of me reading from The Bossman Monday, and I have videos for you today, I'm named it spanktastic multi-media week.
Katherine Deane made not one, but three 30 second book trailers for our book, The Winter Storm. Take a look and let me know what you think!!
Katherine Deane made not one, but three 30 second book trailers for our book, The Winter Storm. Take a look and let me know what you think!!
April 1, 2014
Incentive Spankings... a sneak peek at Casey McKay's Victorian Spanking Romance
Buy today!I'm delighted to have Casey McKay, one of my co-authors on The Winter Storm visit today with her new book Emmaline's Groom.
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Hi, Renee! Thanks for having me on your blog today. I brought a little piece from Emmaline's Groom, my new Victorian Spanking Romance. It doesn't need much setup. Leo and Emma are newly married and about to embark on a new life in America. Emma is worried she will not be able to stay out of trouble, so she's trying to think of things that will help her to behave.
“Sometimes even when I have the best intentions,” she began slowly again, “even when I am trying very hard to stay out of trouble, I cannot.”
He looked back at her, not knowing the correct response. Should he agree with her, seemingly putting her down at the same time?
She saved him from answering because she continued speaking, “Maybe you could give me an incentive of sorts.” Her face flamed with color and he quirked an eyebrow at her. She placed her hands over her face, hiding herself from him. His face split into a grin as he realized what she asked.
He tugged at her hands, pulling them down away from her face, but she snapped her eyes shut to keep from looking at him, “My sweet Emmaline, are you asking me to punish you before you have even done anything?”
Her eyes flew back open and she began to look panicked, “No! Not a punishment.” She paused as she searched for her next words. “But maybe a reminder? Something to keep me from earning a punishment?”
To say he was shocked would have been an understatement. He could not help but wonder what went on in her mind. Did she sometimes daydream and have the same fantasies he had? “You are asking me to spank you, though?”
She looked away from him as he asked his question. “I just want to be clear, you want me to spank you to remind you that you will be punished if you do not behave?” She shrugged her shoulders, her face as red as a ripe apple. He wondered if it would be warm to the touch. He knew he should not press her further, but he could not help wanting to hear her say the words. “Emma, is that what you want?”
She looked back up at him, and her lip quivered.
“Tell me,” he whispered down to her.
“Yes.” Her voice was barely audible. “Please spank me, Leo.”
He rushed to comply before she changed her mind, he pulled them both up, placing himself on the edge of the bed. He started to pull her up, to place her in front of him, when her words starting coming out in a rush. “But not a punishment, Leo.” She looked at him hesitantly. “Not too hard, either.”
“Are you giving me directions now?”
“Yes, no!” She dropped her gaze, “I do not know.”
He pulled her to stand between his legs. He drew her in close, looking up at her from where he was seated. “I think this is an excellent idea.” She finally looked back at him and smiled. “I think you were brave to ask me.”
She placed her hands on his shoulders and looked back at him with more confidence than before. “You are right, this is not a punishment. But maybe if you remember the sting of my hand on your backside you will think twice before you find yourself in trouble.” He circled his arms around her waist as he felt her shiver at his words.
Blurb:Emmaline Lawford, the youngest daughter of an English Marquess, is intended to marry. Though to whom might be up for debate. Her older brother, Samuel, has his sights set on marrying her off to a Duke. Emmaline finally accepts her fate, until a breach in etiquette finds her back in the arms of the man she truly loves.
Leo Colston is stunned when Emmaline is thrust back into his life. He had resigned himself to the fact that he would never marry the woman he loved. Now they are taking hasty wedding vows and being urged to move to America, where they can leave the talk of scandal behind them.
Emma and Leo realize settling into marriage is not going to be as smooth sailing as they thought. As they try to work out their differences and get used to living in close quarters Emmaline finds herself in trouble with her new husband on more than one occasion. Leo's favorite way to end an argument is to take his lady over his knee and spank her bare bottom until she submits. Emma thinks he should just give in to her womanly charms. Who will win this battle of wills?
Emmaline's Groom is a stand alone book, but is also the first book in The Ravenswood Manor series.
This book includes spankings, graphic sex, anal play, and more. If any of this subject matter offends you, please do not purchase this book.
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March 30, 2014
Come stare at a hot man in a suit while I read you a spanking story...
I posted this back in November when the Goodreads BDSM group featured The Bossman as one of their bedtime stories, but now that the book is published, I thought I ought to share it again.
The Bossman Sophie Palazzo steered clear of the mafia after her father's involvement ended with his murder. Fifteen years later, Joey La Torre, the Don's brother himself, shows up unannounced at her massage studio and wheedles his way into a date. She has no interest in aggressive, macho men like Joey, or so she tries to tell herself, but her body just doesn't get the message. When Joey takes her in hand with a firm bare-bottomed spanking, she ought to be furious, instead, she's aroused. As she explores her physical desires to be dominated, she tries to keep Joey at arm's length emotionally.
Joey knows he wants Sophie for keeps from the moment he walks into her life. She is hot, classy and full of fire, even though submission turns her on. But his involvement in the mafia is a hard limit for her, bringing to conflict his own dedication to the Family, the code of silence and his relationship with his older brother. Can he reconcile his duty to the organization and his growing need for Sophie to remain in his life permanently?
Buy now on Amazon, Amazon UK, ARe, Barnes & Noble
The Bossman Sophie Palazzo steered clear of the mafia after her father's involvement ended with his murder. Fifteen years later, Joey La Torre, the Don's brother himself, shows up unannounced at her massage studio and wheedles his way into a date. She has no interest in aggressive, macho men like Joey, or so she tries to tell herself, but her body just doesn't get the message. When Joey takes her in hand with a firm bare-bottomed spanking, she ought to be furious, instead, she's aroused. As she explores her physical desires to be dominated, she tries to keep Joey at arm's length emotionally.
Joey knows he wants Sophie for keeps from the moment he walks into her life. She is hot, classy and full of fire, even though submission turns her on. But his involvement in the mafia is a hard limit for her, bringing to conflict his own dedication to the Family, the code of silence and his relationship with his older brother. Can he reconcile his duty to the organization and his growing need for Sophie to remain in his life permanently?
Buy now on Amazon, Amazon UK, ARe, Barnes & Noble
March 28, 2014
"Do so, Princess," he dared #SatSpanks
Today's post is from Held for Ransom, my newest medieval spanking romance. Crow, a rogue knight kidnaps the Avalon priestess Ariana. Later, when he is caught, his punishment is to serve as Ariana's slave at Avalon. His lowly position does not stop him from dominating her when he sees fit:
$3.99
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Held for Ransom
Amazon top 100 for Medieval
The Romance Review's Top Pick
All Romance Ebook's top seller
When Sir Gorran’s people disappear after a raid on a Saxon settlement, he kidnaps Princess Ariana, a priestess of Avalon, and demands their return. Though he knew he risked Ariana’s curse as well as a lifetime hiding from the king’s sword, he does not realize his greatest risk in holding the lovely princess for ransom is to his heart.
The intimacy shared with her kidnapper leaves Ariana wounded by the experience and his reappearance at the annual tournament only deepens her pain. When her brother foists him on her as a guardian and slave she must come to terms with her feelings for the dominant warrior. Will she send him away to his death, or will she realize her pain is only caused by living without him?
Buy Now on Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, ARe
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$3.99“Unhand me, slave!” she snapped.
He lifted her feet from the stone, spinning a half turn to place her behind him, facing the steps.
“This building is not safe, highness. I request permission to tear it down before someone is killed.”
“Permission not granted,” she said, still peevish. “And I could have you whipped for laying your hands on me,” she warned, turning to face him with her hands on her hips.
As soon as the words left her mouth she thought he would remind her his foremost duty was her safety, but instead the corner of his mouth curled. “Do so, Princess,” he dared, his eyes heavy-lidded, as if to imply he should enjoy such a thing.
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Held for Ransom
Amazon top 100 for Medieval
The Romance Review's Top Pick
All Romance Ebook's top sellerWhen Sir Gorran’s people disappear after a raid on a Saxon settlement, he kidnaps Princess Ariana, a priestess of Avalon, and demands their return. Though he knew he risked Ariana’s curse as well as a lifetime hiding from the king’s sword, he does not realize his greatest risk in holding the lovely princess for ransom is to his heart.
The intimacy shared with her kidnapper leaves Ariana wounded by the experience and his reappearance at the annual tournament only deepens her pain. When her brother foists him on her as a guardian and slave she must come to terms with her feelings for the dominant warrior. Will she send him away to his death, or will she realize her pain is only caused by living without him?
Buy Now on Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, ARe
Check out all the Saturday Spanks!
March 27, 2014
A review to get you wet
You know you're in the right business when someone's review of your book makes you wet...
Check out the hot pictures and animated .gifs that go with this review! It's totally worth it, I promise!
Cariad's Sizzling Reviews: The Bossman by Renee Rose: “Just don’t leave me,” he whispered. Fuck! I fell completely for Joey La Torre. He felt genuine and real....
Check out the hot pictures and animated .gifs that go with this review! It's totally worth it, I promise!
Cariad's Sizzling Reviews: The Bossman by Renee Rose: “Just don’t leave me,” he whispered. Fuck! I fell completely for Joey La Torre. He felt genuine and real....
Casey McKay on The Bossman
Casey McKay, whose new Victorian spanking romance
Emmaline's Groom
went live on Amazon yesterday, posted a lovely review of The Bossman on her blog today. Stop over and check it out and check out her new book while you're there!!
March 25, 2014
Anal Punishment for Faye #DungeonCrawl
I am thrilled that The Winter Storm, the book I co-wrote with Katherine Deane and Casey McKay hit Amazon Top 100 lists for both erotic BDSM and Paranormal and has only five star reviews. It is both hot and fun, with paranormals, fairytale characters and everything in between. Today's snippet is between the fairy Faye and her landlord Cade. Faye accidentally turned her landlord's feet into flippers while trying to make him forget she owed him rent. He takes her as his slave until she can reverse the spell, but she runs away and gets caught in a winter storm. Here's what happens after Cade rescues her at they end up at the Spa NK Fetish Lodge:
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“Your punishment isn’t over, but you’re lucky. You get to take a break. Get up on the loveseat on your knees and elbows.”She stared, confused. “What?”“You heard me.” He lifted his hand as if to swat her again, and she jumped back and climbed on the loveseat as instructed.The humiliation of the position made her cringe. She knew she displayed not only her ass, but her pussy for his view. She heard the plastic click of a lid and jumped when a cool gel landed on her anus. She lurched forward in fear, but Cade caught her in his powerful grip and gave her bottom several hard smacks. “I’m going to put a butt plug in you to remind you who you belong to while I’m gone. You may not remove it. You may not put on any clothing or even wrap yourself in a towel or blanket. When I return you will be bent over the side of the bed, showing me how well you kept your plug in.”“Cade…” she whimpered.He slapped her bottom. “Do I need to give you a few strokes with the cane before I go?” he asked.“No, Master!”The cool tip of the stainless steel plug touched her back hole and she squeezed it shut.“Open for it, Faye. Be a good girl and take your punishment.”She whimpered but relaxed her sphincter. The moment she let go, he pressed the plug forward, stretching her wide with a burning at the entrance and an overwhelming sensation of fullness inside.“Oh, Cade,” she moaned, then clamped her mouth shut, embarrassed at how wanton her voice had sounded.“Good girl,” he said, his voice sounding thick. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Eat the sandwich I ordered for you or call down for something else, but don’t leave this room until I come back, understand?”“I understand,” she panted.“You may stand up now,” he said. Her legs shook from the punishment, and the plug in her ass turned her insides molten. Cade pulled off his jeans and briefs, and the sight of his manhood made her head swim. He glanced up when he’d finished yanking the second pant leg over his flipper and saw her staring.
**********The Winter StormIn 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?
Publisher’s Note: The Winter Storm is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, anal play, sexual scenes, age play, exhibitionism, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Buy now on Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, Blushing Books, ARe
Read all the Dungeon Crawlers!
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“Your punishment isn’t over, but you’re lucky. You get to take a break. Get up on the loveseat on your knees and elbows.”She stared, confused. “What?”“You heard me.” He lifted his hand as if to swat her again, and she jumped back and climbed on the loveseat as instructed.The humiliation of the position made her cringe. She knew she displayed not only her ass, but her pussy for his view. She heard the plastic click of a lid and jumped when a cool gel landed on her anus. She lurched forward in fear, but Cade caught her in his powerful grip and gave her bottom several hard smacks. “I’m going to put a butt plug in you to remind you who you belong to while I’m gone. You may not remove it. You may not put on any clothing or even wrap yourself in a towel or blanket. When I return you will be bent over the side of the bed, showing me how well you kept your plug in.”“Cade…” she whimpered.He slapped her bottom. “Do I need to give you a few strokes with the cane before I go?” he asked.“No, Master!”The cool tip of the stainless steel plug touched her back hole and she squeezed it shut.“Open for it, Faye. Be a good girl and take your punishment.”She whimpered but relaxed her sphincter. The moment she let go, he pressed the plug forward, stretching her wide with a burning at the entrance and an overwhelming sensation of fullness inside.“Oh, Cade,” she moaned, then clamped her mouth shut, embarrassed at how wanton her voice had sounded.“Good girl,” he said, his voice sounding thick. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Eat the sandwich I ordered for you or call down for something else, but don’t leave this room until I come back, understand?”“I understand,” she panted.“You may stand up now,” he said. Her legs shook from the punishment, and the plug in her ass turned her insides molten. Cade pulled off his jeans and briefs, and the sight of his manhood made her head swim. He glanced up when he’d finished yanking the second pant leg over his flipper and saw her staring.
**********The Winter StormIn 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?
Publisher’s Note: The Winter Storm is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, anal play, sexual scenes, age play, exhibitionism, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Buy now on Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, Blushing Books, ARe
Read all the Dungeon Crawlers!
An InLinkz Link-up
Carrot & Corriander -a new spankalicious book by Ashe Barker
I am delighted to host Ashe Barker here today, whose new spankalicious book
Carrot & Coriander
is just out! *************
First of all, what a joy it is to be here on Renee Rose’s blog. Thank you Renee for inviting me over to snuggle up with some of your own wonderful stories. I have to say, if it were possible to leave mucky thumbprints all over a kindle – and please, no smutty jokes if you can restrain yourself - then mine would be a scandal whenever Renee’s stories are up on the screen. Which is quite often, in fact.
Ahem, right, moving on… I thought it would be nice today to give a bit of a shout out for my latest release, Carrot and Coriander. This quickie read has nothing much to do with cooking despite the title and deliciously foody cover, but still manages to be tasty and suitably hot.
Carrot and Coriander started life as a short story, intended for Totally Bound’s Paramour collection. But it grew too big for its boots, so to speak. I tried editing it back to the required word count, but couldn’t arrive at a shorter version I actually liked. So I gave that up, instead developing the background and characters a little further. I submitted it as a novella and wrote something else for Paramour.
Here’s the blurb:
Rachel is drawn to the sexy young gardener offering to do odd jobs around her neighbourhood, no reasonable offer refused. She soon dreams up something for him to do at the bottom of her garden, and the view from her window is much improved as he works outside.
Callum can feel her gaze on him, can sense her fascination, but he has very particular requirements and he’s not at all sure his taste runs to middle aged freelance accountants, and a single mother at that.
However their attraction to each other is powerful, and as Callum starts to recognise the signals of willing submission which Rachel unconsciously gives off, he knows he must have her. Their passionate encounters liberate Rachel, unlocking her desires and demanding her surrender, while challenging all her inhibitions.
But when she learns the secrets of her sexy young lover’s misspent youth, can she get past her pre-conceived certainties to find a way for them to move on – together. Or was their new-found happiness doomed from the start?
Opposites attract, but are some differences just too deep to overcome?
And an excerpt… I thought the first spanking scene from the story might be nice, given the company we’re in.
He kept up the pressure for a few seconds then released her. He bent his head to lick the tender spot, and Rachel purred. Actually purred. His balls tightened, her response was so—perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. Which brought him nicely to the next item on his agenda.If you want to read on, Carrot and Coriander is out now and available from Totally Bound. You can also pick it up from Amazon.co.uk Amazon.com Barnes and Noble All Romance Sony
“Now, I want you to lay your gorgeous body across my knees, and I’m going to spank your sweet little arse.” He reached down with his free hand to pat her buttock. “We need this to be a nice shade of pink, I think. Then, I just might fuck you all over again.”
He could feel her startled gaze on his face but he didn’t lift his eyes from her engorged nipple, trailing his fingertips lightly over it as he waited for her to respond. To move. To protest. Whatever. He knew she’d do it. It was just a question of how long she’d take to work up to it, to overcome her mental hurdles, and give herself over to him.
Not long at all as it turned out. Just a few seconds later, with a murmured, “Yes, alright,” she was shifting awkwardly into position. He could tell it wasn’t easy, her hands still bound, but she managed to place herself as he wanted her. And she lay still, waiting. Wordless.
Callum caressed the firm flesh of her buttocks, admiring, enjoying. He slipped his fingers between her legs, which parted instinctively. Her submissive instincts were driving her now, totally, and he loved it. He intended to take very, very good care of her. Because in that moment he knew he never wanted her submitting to any other Dom. She was his, he’d discovered her, drawn out her innate nature, and he intended to develop and treasure that nature from now on. If she’d let him. He needed to get this right.
Her body jerked under the first hard slap, on her right buttock. He waited a few seconds, then landed the next, on her left buttock this time. The next two landed on the backs of her thighs, first the right, then the left. Then he stopped to gently massage the throbbing skin.
“Tell me when you’re ready for more.”
A few seconds passed as he smoothed the hurt away, then, “More, please. I’m ready.”
The next stroke was hard. Deliberately so. She cried out. He waited a few seconds, then delivered another, just as hard. He noticed her bound hands clenching and unclenching in the small of her back, and placed his own palm over them. Her fingers curled around his, and she calmed. He slapped her bottom twice more, each time drawing a whimper of pain from her and leaving vivid red hand prints on her flesh. He was aware she was close to her limit, sensed it. Two more firm, hard strokes, and he knew this was enough. For now. He lifted her, carefully, gently, laid her face down beside him on the bed. His hands were tender, compassionate, as he once more smoothed the sting from her smarting skin. Then he lifted her hips, nudged her knees forward so she was crouching on all fours.
This time when he entered her, he was slow, easy, infinitely patient as her now almost exhausted body stretched to accept his length again. She’d needed to be fucked, hard and fast and a little bit rough before. Now she needed exquisite handling. He was keenly aware that she needed him to be tender and kind, recognising her inexperience, her delicacy, her mental, emotional and physical fragility. And Callum knew that how he treated her now, in these crucial moments, would set the tone for all their tomorrows. And he wanted so many tomorrows with Rachel.
He deftly untied her wrists and drew her arms above her head. He laced his own fingers
through hers as he continued to ease his shaft in and out of her pussy, slowly, as if he feared she might crumble under him if he moved suddenly. Her panting moans, her whispered “Please…” told him what he needed to do now. He slipped his hand under her to flick and stroke her clit.
Her panting grew more rapid, more shallow—then her breath was released in one long keening moan and she came. She tightened around him, her body shivered under him, and he kissed the nape of her neck. She collapsed forward onto the bed, utterly spent. Two more quick thrusts, and he was there too, draped over her, his nose buried in her hair.
He withdrew from her, disposed of the condom, then rolled up close to her again. He pulled her smooth back against his chest, tucked her still pink bottom into his groin where his softening cock could nestle close, and tightened his arms around her. Moments later, they were both asleep.
More about me:
Until 2010 I was a director of a regeneration company in Leeds, in the UK, before becoming convinced there must be more to life. I left to work as an independent consultant, and still do some of that though most of my time is now spent writing. At last I’ve been able to realise my dream of writing erotic romance myself. I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres, and I still love reading historical and contemporary romances – the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.
In my own writing I usually draw on settings and anecdotes from my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. But ultimately my tales of love, challenge, resilience and compassion are the conjurings of my own lurid and smutty imagination.
When not writing – which is not very often these days - my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises. And most recently a very grumpy cockatiel. I’m a rural parish councillor, and I’m passionate about evolving rural traditions and values to suit twenty first century lifestyles.
I’ve completed my fourth trilogy in the Black Combe ‘family’ which is due for release later this year to join the titles already out there. I have a short story in Totally Bound’s Paramour collection and another in the Jolly Rogered collection which is due for publication in July 2014. I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more sexy, sassy stuff from me.
Contact me:
I love to hear from readers and feedback is always welcome. You can find me on my blog, and on the Totally Bound site. I’m on Facebook, twitter and Pinterest, and on Goodreads too. And there’s also my author page on Amazon
March 24, 2014
Spring Fling Winners
Grand Prize Winners:
Kindle Fire— Sally Fryman Wagoner$75 Amazon Gift Card— Eva$25 Starbucks Gift Card— Eva Millien$25 Blushing Books Gift Card— Kathy Osborn
$25 Loose ID Gift Card— Jessica Subject
Winner from my Blog:Rayanna Jamison
Rayanna wins a copy of her choice of one of my books!
Kindle Fire— Sally Fryman Wagoner$75 Amazon Gift Card— Eva$25 Starbucks Gift Card— Eva Millien$25 Blushing Books Gift Card— Kathy Osborn
$25 Loose ID Gift Card— Jessica Subject
Winner from my Blog:Rayanna Jamison
Rayanna wins a copy of her choice of one of my books!
