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Adopting Katie by Allysa Hart

“If you ever put yourself in danger like that again, I will take you over my knee and spank your little bottom until I am convinced you have learned your lesson… How does that promise make you feel? Because make no mistake about it, Baby, it is definitely a promise.”

A successful CEO by day, Katelyn looks forward to the minute she crosses the threshold to shed all of her adulthood stress and worries and become a carefree, mischievous little mess maker. Her husband and Daddy, Mark, is one of the most beautiful people, inside and out, that she has ever met. His dominance turns all of her switches, but she learns quickly that he means what he says and testing Daddy is not in her backside’s best interest.

Mark is not alone in his endeavor to create a safe and loving environment for Katie. His best friends, Keith and Rose, round out their little family. Being intimately familiar with alternative lifestyles, the couple love and spoil Katie in abundance, but never think twice about turning her bottom red if she steps out of line.

Surrounded by her loving Daddy and adoring Auntie and Uncle, Katie learns that the love, safety, and guidance of this family are what help to make her feel complete. Exploring the little girl who lives inside, the one that she has hidden for far too long, she spends her time building elaborate Lego structures and playing in her special tree house that Mark built by hand.

When tragedy strikes, Katie’s idyllic life is shattered and it takes all of the love, support, and discipline of her family to pick up the pieces and put them back together. However, will love and spankings be enough? Katie is not convinced. She doesn’t believe anything will ever be okay again.

 

“Go.”

“What? Why?” Katie’s stunned expression expressed her confusion.    

“We’ve already had this conversation. Five minutes in the corner. Now go.”

“But…”

“Six minutes.”

“Rose!”

“Ten minutes.”

With a very unladylike noise, Katie stomped to the corner where she crossed her arms and seethed with anger. Engulfed in total immersion of the dynamic allowed her vulnerability to surface, and gave Rose the chance to prove that Mark’s death had not changed who Katie was or the commitment she and Keith offered her.

Approaching the fuming little corner dweller, Rose gently uncrossed Katie’s arms and guided them to their proper place behind her back. “This is how we stand in the corner. Next time I have to remind you, you will also stand with your naughty bare bottom on display.”

Katie wisely stayed silent.

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About Allysa Hart

I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days.

I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for  authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.

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Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/allycat602/

New Release! Theirs to Protect, #BDSM #Cop #Menage in Because Beards

“You know what I think,” Youthful Cop—John—drawled. “I think you’re the sort of woman who actually is dying to have control taken away from her.” He looked even sexier than earlier, filling that uniform out with bulging muscles. She glanced at the handcuffs on his belt and wondered if he ever used them for sex.

Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline. “Oh please.”

He held up a hand. “No, hear me out. Have you ever been tied up in bed? Taken roughly?”

Her cheeks heated, lips parted, but no words came out. Her body had a visceral reaction to his words, belly fluttering, heat flooding her core.

But that couldn’t be. She didn’t have any interest in giving up control, especially not to these guys.

Did she?

John backed her up against the pillar and rested a hand beside her head, invading her personal space. Keith leaned on his shoulder on the other side. Neither one actually touched her, but her skin prickled at their nearness. “It might be just the thing you’ve been missing,” Keith said.

“I’m not interested,” she managed to say, her voice shaky.

Keith’s mouth twisted into a knowing grin. What he thought he knew, she wasn’t sure. John’s eyes dropped to her breasts. “You sure about that? Your nipples are so hard they’re poking through the fabric of your dress.”

She looked down, face growing warm. Oh God. He was right. Possibly about all of it.

“And I know you have a thing for my handcuffs because you’ve eyed them three times.”

Shit. Really?

“I’ll make you a deal. You leave here with us now, without any problems, and we’ll forget all about the way you turned polar ice cap on us earlier.”

She stared into John’s moss-green eyes, sensing only good-natured teasing under the cocky posturing. “And if I don’t?”

A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “If you don’t, then when we do finally get you in bed, I’ll spank that perfect ass red and make you beg for every orgasm.”

Her pussy contracted. If the pillar hadn’t been holding her up, she’d have been swaying on her feet.

They knew just how to get to her, didn’t they? Her competitive side couldn’t back down from a challenge, and the sex talk? Jesus. She’d nearly orgasmed right there. And she knew she’d be safe—they were cops, after all. Despite the aggressive talk, she trusted them to respect her.

Keith, the older and the more serious one—the one with the haunted eyes—leaned over and nibbled on her ear. “We’ll make it good for you,” he murmured, and held out his hand. “Give me your keys.”

Theirs to Protect is featured in the new charity anthology BECAUSE BEARDS. 100% of proceeds go to the men’s health charity Movember Foundation. Please consider supporting this awesome charity for just 99 pennies.

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What he liked to do to women…OWNED BY THE MARINE #SatSpanks

Today’s Saturday Spanking is from Owned by the Marine, which my newsletter subscribers can pick up for free here:  http://owned.gr8.com

He’d run into her three times in the past week and every time, his cock got hard while he pictured himself doing all variety of depraved things to her hot little body.

She was bent over her phone—no, it was an Mp3 player. Great, was she going running too?

She wore a pink midriff shirt, tight around her perfect, perky tits, and short shorts. Her muscular legs extended a mile long. He hated girls like her—sorority girls with every hair in place. No, that wasn’t true. Kaitlyn wasn’t a sorority girl. She was… well, he wasn’t sure what she was, but she was definitely still too perfect and too innocent to even be looking at a guy like him.

Did she have any clue what he liked to do to women?

Owned by the Marine

A dominant wounded warrior. The vanilla-sweet girl next door. A trauma that reignites the hero in him.

When Marine Sergeant Rob Gentry moves into his apartment, the last girl he wants to date is his new neighbor. Smoking hot and so cute it makes his teeth hurt, she’s not his type. Too sweet. Too innocent. Too vanilla. But when her date with an online suitor goes south, he busts into her place to rescue her. Because that’s what a Marine would do.

The trouble is, now she requires comfort. A safe place to stay the night. Distraction. And by the time he’s through owning her hot little body, he discovers a natural submissive, one he’s not sure he can ever let go.

**This story, which contains elements of BDSM including spanking, was originally published in the USA Today bestselling box set Hero to Obey.
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Hot new book in the Red Petticoat Series – Warming Emerald

[image error]I have one of my favorite authors of all time on my blog today– Maren Smith.  Her new book is part of the Red Petticoat series of western spanking romances.

She was warming to him… whether she wanted to or not.

Blurb:

She is the ‘savage’ of the Red Petticoat Saloon, a white woman raised by Indians only to be ripped from her adopted family by enemy soldiers and—with her half-breed son in tow—forced back into a life she does not remember or want. She does not smile; she does not trust, but she will, for a few extra dollars, put her buckskins on before taking a man to bed. Called Emerald, she has bitten more customers than she has forgiven. It never once occurred to her that anyone would find that treatment enamoring… until the day of the Great Brawl when the eldest Drake brother stormed the Red Petticoat in his vengeful hunt for Gabe and the youngest, Garrett, tackled her to the floor. She’d lived up to her reputation that day, grinding her teeth into the palm of his hand until she tasted blood, and forever won herself the erstwhile affections of a man who refused to understand the concept of ‘get lost’.

No one knew how to hide behind a smile like Garrett Drake. Haunted by a past he would never honor with words, he knew the soul-biting pain of incorporeal scars when he saw it. And from the moment he clapped eyes on Emerald—and she clamped her sharp little teeth on him, painting her lips with his blood—Garrett recognized his suffering soul’s long absent mate. She was prickly, temperamental, tense… afraid… what about that could draw him as intensely as it did, he had no idea, but the more she insisted he go away, the more impossible he found it to leave.

And then soldiers came to Culpepper Cove with orders to remove Emerald’s very young son to a reservation in which she could not go. After that, leaving ceased to be an option. Armed with an off-kilter joke and a smile, Garrett allied himself to the woman he loved…whether she wanted him to or not. Because she was warming to him, by God, and that right there made everything he was about to do worth it.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and explicit sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Excerpt:

“You’re not spanking me,” she breathed, hating how it came out of her low and trembling. As if she were afraid. She wasn’t. She wasn’t afraid of anyone, much less Garrett.

Garrett both nodded and winced. “I am hoping I won’t have to, but you’re kind of backing me into a corner. Let’s see if we can avoid it.” He patted his knee. “Sit.”

She’d sooner sit on a cactus. Her look must have said as much, because his look also changed. Only his eyebrows moved, and yet that feeling of ominous warning began to grow heavy all throughout the room.

“One,” he said, in a tone that was no less menacing for all that it held notes of amusement.

“One, what?” she countered, honestly unsure what she was more: confused over why he should think counting numbers worse than simply spanking her, or annoyed that he had to sound so damned paternal while he did it. She had a father. Hell, she’d had two. They were both dead now, and she wasn’t in any mood to be adopted by a third.

He pointed to his knee and with even softer authority said, “Sit down, Lydia. Right here.”

Sit, not bend over? If not for his grip on her arm, she would have recoiled. It was a trap, it had to be. Lydia shook her head. “You don’t have any right to—”

“Two,” Garrett said, cutting off her protest mid-sputter.

She floundered, blinking rapidly, at a total loss for how to proceed. “H-how many do I have?”

“Not nearly enough, I promise. Your hairbrush fell out of your bag when you threw it at me. It’s there on the floor behind you. Would you mind handing it to me?”

Startled, Lydia twisted far enough to—sure enough—see the hairbrush lying bristles-down on the floor practically under her skirts. Just as startled, she looked back at him. “Yes, I do. I think I mind very much. If I hand you that hairbrush, you’ll use it on me!”

“Would you like to sit on my knee instead?”

Indignation, embarrassment, anger—the heated flames of all licked up behind her cheeks, flushing them hot as a sunburn. “If you think I’m just going to let you spank me like—like—like some errant farm girl dancing to the tune of your hickory switch—”

“Nice imagery,” he complimented, a spark of interest in his eyes even suggesting that compliment was sincere. “Hairbrush, though. There aren’t any good switches here in town.” He brightened. “All the best ones grow out behind my house. Don’t ask me how I know. A man should never reveal the secrets behind his brother’s harmonious household.”

“—you can think again!” Lydia stubbornly continued, her voice rising in volume and shrillness. “I do not accept your authority over me!”

His smile turned wry. “I’ve noticed.”

About Maren Smith

I am a wife, coffee whore, pain slut, administrator at two local BDSM dungeons, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how that happened) and submissive to the love of my life. An USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 120 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series, of which Kaylee’s Keeper reached #1 on all Amazon.

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Vinegar will get you spanked – Sweet Submission by Maddie Taylor

Giada Trent’s job as the CEO of a Fortune 500 company has all but consumed her, and after ten years of marriage her husband, Ian, has finally decided it is time to take matters into his own hands. He makes it clear that she has blown off his attempts to rekindle their romance one too many times, and from now on she will make room in her life for him or she will find herself over his knee for a long, hard spanking on her bare bottom.

Ian’s bold dominance awakens Giada’s desires in ways she hasn’t felt in years, and soon she is blushing like a newlywed and quivering with desire as her firm-handed husband reminds her how pleasurable it can be to surrender to his mastery of her body. But just as their passion for one another starts to truly catch fire, a cruel, dishonest man who hurt Giada long ago returns to cause trouble for her once again. Can she find a way to put her painful past behind her forever before it tears apart everything she has worked so hard to build?

Publisher’s Note: Sweet Submission is a stand-alone sequel to Sweet Salvation and Sweet Surrender. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt

As she settled her belly across his hard thighs, his hand moved in a slow caress up the back of her legs. “This will serve as a reminder to follow the rules in the future.”

Since they had planned to go to the beach once he got back, it was easy enough for him to slide up the short hem of her beach cover-up and expose her bikini bottoms. These he tugged down and off. His touch returned to smooth over the upraised globes, rubbing each one gently at first, then more firmly, his large palm and long fingers not missing a single spot as his massage warmed her skin. He did the same with a play spanking during a scene to increase the blood flow and decrease the likelihood of bruising.

“Spread your legs and don’t clench up,” was his low command a few moments later. “I don’t want to mar this fine ass and have bruises showing beneath your swimsuit.”

“How kind of you to think of me,” she drawled.

Immediately, a searing smack came rushing down. “And that earned you ten more.”

“What? Why?”

“Sass,” he murmured softly as he patted her behind. “That comment was pure vinegar, baby, and vinegar will get you spanked every time. It’s up to you to remember that I prefer honey.”

“Ooo!” Her frustrated cry was drowned out by the sound of skin slapping skin as his palm induced fire with the first smack and increased from there. These were no playful swats meant to tease or arouse; the spanking had begun for real. In fact, it stung so much, tears filled her eyes.

“Ian,” she wailed on the fifth or sixth blow, “not so hard.”

“I warned you,” he said evenly, not letting up. “I expect you’ll remember this when you sit down for dinner tonight and probably tomorrow, too. Hopefully, that will have you thinking twice about breaking the rules in the future.”

With an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her in closer, he lifted his right leg enough to shift her forward, her head angled to the floor, before he resumed. Then they came fast and hard, and she quickly lost count. If the heat on her butt was any gauge, he’d delivered four hundred, not the forty he’d promised. At long last, when her ass cheeks felt hot enough to spark tinder, he paused, his fingers trailing over her punished skin, then slipping between her spread thighs. His pleased hum told her that she was wet. A playful spanking always did that to her, and evidently, the real thing did too. Her already flushed face from its upside down position burned at the thought that he knew that now.

“Ten more for the smart ass remark.” These he delivered briskly, his hard palm moving from side to side without hesitancy as she yelped and whimpered, kicking her feet as they landed lower upon her uppermost thighs, an area that was susceptible and infinitely tender.

Once the entire forty were laid down and her punishment had come to an end, he turned her over, pressed her tear-streaked face to his chest, and held her as she cried. As the sobs slowed to an occasional sniffle, his soothing strokes became increasingly bolder and in no time, he moved back to her pussy. They slid along her smooth skin and then between, separating her folds, which were wet with the proof of her arousal in spite of the strict spanking. Ian’s fingers delved into her wetness, swirling and gliding until he found her clit.

He rubbed and stroked over the nub until she was squirming, her tearful cries transforming into moans of desire. But he didn’t linger long enough to give her what she needed to get off; instead, he moved to sink three knuckles deep into her wetness. He worked in and out until she was moaning and nearing climax once again. Then he stopped. She cried out her frustration as he lifted her by the waist and brought her down to straddle his broad thighs.

Now face to face, he brushed her hair out of her eyes, cupping her chin and holding her still for a kiss.

“Do you want to pout over your first punishment or do you want to ride me and give us both pleasure?”

“I want to come, Ian, please.”

“That’s my girl. Open my fly and take me inside you.”

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Thanks for your help in making Hero to Obey a USA Today bestseller. Blushing Books, the publisher, donated all the profits to two charities supporting veterans. The box set is no longer available for sale. I just put my story from the set, Owned by a Marine, up on Amazon, but you can have it for free if you subscribe to my newsletter.

If you’ve already read it, I would be so grateful if you wouldn’t mind posting a review on Amazon. 

Kinkily Yours,
Renee












































He may live beside her, but he sure as hell wasn’t the boy next door.

When Marine Sergeant Rob Gentry moves into his apartment, the last girl he wants to date is his new neighbor. Smoking hot and so cute it makes his teeth hurt, she’s not his type. Too sweet. Too innocent. Too vanilla. But when her date with an online suitor goes south, he busts into her place to rescue her. Because that’s what a Marine would do.

The trouble is, now she requires comfort. A safe place to stay the night. Distraction. And by the time he’s through owning her hot little body, he discovers a natural submissive, one he’s not sure he can ever let go.

✌The 90 Day Kink Challenge

A 90 Day Kink Challenge!

It began as a discussion with fellow D/s author Lee Savino. We each wanted something more in our present sex/kink lives and knew we needed to be proactive to achieve it. I told her I was committed to making sure my husband and I have sex (kinky sex is better, but a quickie still counts) at least once a week. She made a similar commitment and we each agreed to hold each other accountable.

Immediately afterwards, as sometimes happens when you set an intention, I had a big fight with my husband (and we never fight). It caused to me to take an even closer look at our relationship, beyond just the sex part. So I added in the goals of exploring my “service submissive” side since that’s how my husband feels loved.

In the Romper Room (my reader Facebook group), we continued the conversation and I challenged everyone to join Lee and I with their own goals, which we will follow and hold each other accountable for over the next 90 days.

If you haven’t already, I invite you to join us. Sign up here to receive the weekly mini-challenges and updates. I set up a new private FB group (90 Day Kink Challenge) just for this challenge. To join it, you have to friend me first (a FB rule–feel free to unfriend me after) and then send me an email or FB message and let me know you’d like me to add you to the group. It’s a nice way to feel supported and discuss your progress.  If you don’t want to join the FB group, feel free to reply to these messages.

If you want to participate, come up with your 90 day goal this week.  It can be anything– if you’re single, it might be to join fetlife.com or some kinky dating site. If you’re vanilla, it might be to add a little kink into your normal play. Or it might just be to read a book with a new kink, like breath play, or ageplay.

Comment here with your goal, or post it in the Facebook group.

Keep on the path to your Kinkily Ever After!!

xxoo
Renee

The Gunslinger’s Woman by Kelly Dawson

A hardened gunslinger, a sassy woman. Is his quick draw enough to keep her safe?

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Blurb:

The last thing nineteen-year-old Jeannie Cooper wants is to be a prim and proper lady, so when her older brothers try to send her off to finishing school she runs away from the family ranch to keep them from putting her on the train to Boston. She plans to hide out on the prairie and return in a few days, but things go horribly wrong when she stumbles upon the infamous Mullins gang.



Danny Coulter is a hardened gunslinger with more than enough enemies already, but when he sees a beautiful young woman held captive by outlaws his conscience forces him into action. Rescuing Jeannie turns out to be only the beginning of his troubles, however. Her sass and defiance quickly test the limits of his patience as he endeavors to get her home safely, and before long he is left with little choice but to take her over his knee for a sound spanking.



Though Danny’s firm-handed discipline leaves her bottom sore and her cheeks blushing, Jeannie is nonetheless excited when her brothers offer him a job at the ranch. Soon he is courting her in earnest, and after a local busybody witnesses him giving Jeannie the first bare-bottom spanking of her life, Danny proposes marriage to avoid a scandal. But with the Mullins gang out for revenge, will his quick draw be enough to protect his woman?



Publisher’s Note: The Gunslinger’s Woman includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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EXCERPT

She gasped as Danny’s huge, hard hand connected with her bottom, the force of the swat reverberating through her. His hand landed again and she gritted her teeth against the pain, determined not to cry out, lest the townsfolk hear her.

“You need to be taught a lesson in manners, and in controlling your temper,” Danny scolded, punctuating his words with another fiery swat.

Jeannie hissed at the fire that tore through her backside, unable to believe that someone who had been half dead just two days ago was smacking her so thoroughly now. She straightened and stood up as he removed his hand from between her shoulder blades, relieved that it was over so soon.

“No, stay there, this isn’t finished. Take down your pants – you’re going to get this spanking on the bare.”

“No!” Jeannie gasped, horrified. “You can’t!”

“I’m too sore to spank you hard enough to have much of an impact,” Danny said. “So it’s either your bare behind, or I use my belt. What’s it to be?”

What a choice. Jeannie groaned. “It’s having an impact, believe me!” she cried. “It’s hurting a lot!”

Danny looked at her sternly, his dark gaze smouldering as he fixed his eyes on hers, sending electricity rippling down her spine. His stern stare sent heat to her very core. “What’s it to be?” he asked softly, dangerously. “Will you take down your pants or am I taking off my belt?”

The sting Danny’s hand was inflicting through her pants was bad enough, no way did she want to feel it on her bare skin. But his belt? She shuddered at the thought of the leather slapping against her bottom. Even through her heavy canvas pants, she knew it would hurt. The sting in her bottom contradicted his claim that he couldn’t spank her very hard at the moment due to his injury – the thought of his belt against her tender bottom truly scared her.

“I’ll pull my pants down,” she mumbled, her face flushing red with embarrassment. She looked at the ground, hoping Danny wouldn’t see the shame flooding through her.

“Go on then,” he urged her.

Her fingers were shaking as she fumbled with the buttons on her pants, undoing them slowly then pushing them down to her knees. She tugged her short lace drawers down too – the only concession she made to femininity. She shivered as the cool air rippled across her bare skin, kissing her with a chilly breeze. She kept her back to Danny, trying to keep her most intimate places hidden from his view. She was mortified. But despite her shame, she could feel a slickness between her legs that wasn’t there before, and a tingling ache that left her wanting.

“Put your hands back on the wagon and bend over, just as you were before.”

She shook her head. I can’t do this. Panic rose up within her. Maybe she couldn’t escape from her punishment, but neither could she participate in it. If Danny wanted her bent over, he’d have to put her in that position.

Danny’s hand went to his waist. “Do I need to take off my belt?” He looked at her sternly, one eyebrow raised, his dark eyes flashing with impatience.

Inhaling sharply, she shook her head furiously and forced herself to obey. She placed first one hand on the side of the wagon and then the other, fighting to calm her racing heart.

“Good, now bend over.”

Danny’s voice was smooth, a low rumble that sent sparks through her. His hand on the back of her neck, pushing her down, gave her the strength she needed to position herself as he demanded, and she took comfort in the presence of his restraining hand.

The first smack of his hard, rough hand against her bare skin took her breath away. It stung so much more without the protection of her pants. Never had she been spanked on her bare bottom before, and the indignity of it was almost as intolerable as the pain. A second slap followed quickly after the first, and the third one made her cry out.

“Unless you want the townsfolk to witness your spanking, I suggest you keep quiet,” Danny admonished quietly. “You earned this spanking, now you can stand there and take it.”

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Author Bio:

Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book – preferably one containing spanking!

A life-long closet-spanko, Kelly started writing spanking stories on every spare scrap of paper in the house as a child. So when she discovered the internet and spanking romance along with it, she was most excited. But it took her a good decade of devouring these stories before she got up the courage to submit her own. And now, here she is, 7 books later, with a plethora of ideas still to write!

She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat.

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I’m so thrilled to be a part of the hot new anthology Because Beards. I wrote the sexy menage Theirs to Protect , featuring two dominant cops and an uptight lawyer who learns to give up control.

Please pre-order it today–100% of the proceeds go to support the men’s health charity Movember.

Title: Because Beards

Genre: Anthology

Romance Cover Design: Jessica Hildreth

Photographer: Wander Aguiar

Cover Model: Jacob Rodney

Release Date: November 1, 2016

Preorder for 99 pennies!

 

 

Be it a little scruff or a full length beard, there’s nothing more attractive than a man with a well-groomed face. Masculine. Powerful. Sexy. Devoted. Lose yourself in this tantalizing collection of original short stories by your favorite romance authors in support of a great cause. Hipster CEO, bartender, best friend, baseball player—just to name a few—these men all have one thing in common: they’re bearded for your pleasure and deliver one hell of a happy ever after. All proceeds from this anthology will be donated to The Movember Foundation, an organization that supports charities in the research and treatment of prostate and testicular cancer as well as other men’s health initiatives.

Written by Alexis Alvarez, Faith Andrews, M. Andrews, Jeannine Colette, Hayley Faiman, Angelita Gill, Ace Gray, Ruthie Henrick, Scott Hildreth, Evie Lauren, Jerica MacMillan, R.C. Martin, Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Leslie McAdam, Maria Monroe, Adrienne Perry, J. Quist, Renee Rose, Kacey Shea, Martha Sweeney, and Tom Sweeney.

New on #KU! Safe in His Arms (and 6 more!) #SatSpanks

Happy Saturday!  It’s been a while since I’ve participated–I’m burned out on blogging lately. But I just added 7 new books to KU and I thought I should celebrate by joining up today with one of them. This excerpt is from Safe in His Arms, my action/suspense romance.

“So, what’s your fantasy—master and slave? Sir and slut?”

She rolled on her back, her breasts spilling apart. “Not exactly.”

He straddled her and took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched, causing the relaxed tissue to instantly harden again. She rolled her head back and forth. “No more…I can’t come again, Zac.”

He pinched harder. “I decide whether you can come or not.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

“Ah, so it’s a ‘sir’ you want?”

She bit her lip and blushed. “Actually, I’m more into bad girl spanked by big daddy or naughty young wife taken over her husband’s knee.”

 

Everything she knew about Zac was a lie.

The sexy Marine Becca had fulfilled her every fantasy of being tied up, spanked and dominated… for a weekend. The fling came to an end, Zac went off to war and died for his country, and Becca learned she carried a child who would be born without a father. Seven years later, Becca’s done her best to forget about Zac…until she finds him alive in her kitchen, locked in mortal combat with her son’s nanny.

Like all Black Ops agents, Zac doesn’t exist in any government record. His life is a series of deadly missions, and relationships of any kind are unsanctioned. But he keeps one secret. He watches over Becca, the beautiful daughter of a rogue agent, and Parker, the six-year-old boy he fathered that fateful weekend. When he spots a known assassin in their apartment posing as a nanny, he’s forced to reveal himself and take them to safety… whether Becca likes it or not.While Becca may have enjoyed his dominance once, bending her to his will again may not be quite so easy. He is determined to keep her safe, however, and if a spanking is required, he is more than willing to oblige. Having Becca over his knee rekindles more than his passion, though; even when the immediate danger has passed, he finds it much more difficult to “ghost out” on his family again. Must he resign himself to protecting those he loves from afar, or can he find a way to be the man Becca needs and longs for, the man who is worthy of her submission and her love?

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