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October 20, 2017
It's been a long time but I'm back for Saturday Spankings!
It's been simply ages since I've participated in Saturday Spankings. I can't wait to read everyone's snippets. I hope you enjoy mine, it's from my new book A Firm-Handed Man.
Blurb:
After a night out with friends, twenty-five-year-old Mikala Black makes an extremely foolish decision that puts her in danger and ultimately results in her being left stranded by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. When her plight is finally noticed by the driver of a passing car, her rescuer turns out to be Andrew Weatherly, an old high school classmate.
Andrew is no longer the boy she remembers as her chemistry lab partner, however. He is a tall, handsome, confident man now, and it sets Mikala's heart racing when he scolds her for her reckless behavior. Despite her best efforts to respond to his lecture with nothing but indignation, Andrew's declaration that she is in need of a long, hard spanking leaves her intensely aroused.
Mikala has dreamed for years of finding a man who will not be afraid to take her in hand, and she cannot help wondering if Andrew would follow through on his threat. She soon learns the hard way that he will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she pushes him too far with her defiant attitude.
Over the coming weeks, a romance blossoms between them, and though Mikala often finds herself with a bright-red, sore bottom, being kept in line by a firm-handed man is everything she hoped it would be. But when the demands of Andrew's job put a strain on their relationship, will Mikala's over-the-top reaction end up tearing apart everything they've built together?
The snippet I have chosen today is from a scene where Andrew is driving Mikki home after he finds her stranded by the side of the road. She is explaining to him how she managed to be there in the middle of the night without her bag or shoes.
“You’re not my father, or my boyfriend.”“I know; if I was, you wouldn’t be sitting comfortably right now. You probably wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for the rest of the week.”Mikki’s jaw dropped and for a moment she didn’t answer. She wasn’t going to show him how much he’d rattled her. “As if I’d let that happen,” she scoffed finally. Inside, her heart was racing in a not unpleasant way.
“It wouldn’t be up to you,” he said.
Excerpt:
“Well,” he said slowly. “I don’t really know what happened but I do feel like I’ve come in at the end of a movie. Want to fill me in?”Mikala nodded. She couldn’t blame him for being curious but where did she even start? As she tried to put her thoughts together she realized how ridiculous it was going to come across, mainly because the whole situation was ridiculously insane. It was probably best to be a little vague. “I was out with my friends. I’ve been a bit lonely and they were trying to cheer me up. It wasn’t a big deal, really.”“So you’re single?”Yes, single, no partner, no family, all by myself. As pathetic as I look tonight, he probably guessed that already. Drew probably had a stunning wife and two perfect kids at home waiting for him. “Um, yeah, I am, obviously,” She couldn’t stop the snort that escaped her at the irony of the situation. Great, way to look even more attractive.“Nothing wrong with that, I was just curious is all. I mean, I’m single as well,” he said with a friendly smile. “I get loneliness.”“Oh, so you’re single, Drew, that’s great.” Really? Did she really just say that? Change the subject. “What was I saying?”“You were telling me how you ended up where I found you in the middle of nowhere, at night.”“Right, that. Okay, well, I went out with my friends but I wasn’t having the greatest of times. They were dancing but I wasn’t comfortable because my feet hurt.”“Uh huh, so it wasn’t so much that you were sick but sick of being there.”“Well, kind of, I guess. I was at the bar and this guy who I thought was nice bought me a few drinks.” She looked across to Drew’s face and his lips were set in a thin line. “He was really nice, at least that’s what I thought at the time.”“Oh, I’m sure.”“Anyway, I said I was going to get a cab home because I didn’t want to ruin my friends’ evening and he offered to drive me.”“You just met this guy and you had both been drinking, yet you got into a car with him?”“Of course not!” she said. “He wasn’t drinking, he was the designated driver.”Andrew shook his head. “So much better. And your friends just let you walk out of the bar by yourself, with a stranger?”“You’re missing the point, he was nice. Well, he actually wasn’t nice but he seemed nice, which was what I was saying.” Why wasn’t he getting it? She’d had a lapse of judgment.“So how did this nice man end up dropping you off in the middle of nowhere?” He glanced across at her. “He didn’t hurt you, Mikki, did he?”“No, he didn’t hurt me. He did drive the wrong way though and he did think he was going to—um, well, he misunderstood the situation. Thankfully I was able to persuade him to stop the car and I ran. Well, I ran for about a second and a half, I didn’t have shoes because I took them off when I got into the car. Not that the shoes I had would have been any help in the running department.”“That’s how you managed to leave your bag and shoes in the car?”She rolled her eyes dramatically. “I didn’t have time to do a stock take. I just wanted to get out of there before he changed his mind about letting me go and took off again with me in the car. It was self-preservation.”“Oh, Mikki, that was such a dangerous and silly thing to do. In fact, silly isn’t a strong enough word. It was ridiculous. What if he had decided to just take what he wanted? You may not have been able to get him to stop the car and even when he decided it was time to stop, he may not have let you escape.”“But none of that happened and he did stop. I was a bit surprised too, but when I got really angry he backed down.”“You were very lucky but I hope you learned a lesson. You know I am really surprised that a twenty-five-year-old woman didn’t have more sense.”
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October 18, 2017
Addison Cain is on my blog with Stolen!
Stolen is the first in a series by Addison Cain. (Alpha's Control-Book 1)
Links:Amazon: http://amzn.to/2f5XPfRiBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/stolen/id1270774785B&N: Banned from Barnes & NobelKobo: Coming Soon
Blurb:He stole her off the streets in broad daylight—the first Omega discovered in Bernard Dome in generations. He took her with violence while none intervened. He broke her, swearing he’d put her back together.Brenya Perin was ordered to submit.Bernard Dome is the jewel of Europe, a bastion of art and culture, pleasure and decadence. But life in the city depends on the occupation chosen for you at birth. There is no subversion, no question of who rules. There is no freedom.Peace has a price, a price the Commodore of Bernard Dome is willing to pay… so long as the Omega remains his.***Shepherd’s influence is on the rise. His machinations are subtle, his hands full tending to his recovering mate. Her safety is his priority, and something he’s willing to risk war to assure. Bernard Dome has what he wants, and they will all be damned if they deny him.Publisher’s Note: The Alpha’s Control series, is a dark Omegaverse tale with explicit sexual themes and complete power exchange. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.
Excerpt:
Bit by bit, her body conformed to the Alpha’s unspoken will. Her lips would sigh while her brain would scream.
He’d take a nipple to be suckled, her spine would arch… the small Beta voice inside her powerless to make her listen.
Someone else inhabited her body when Jacques played his games.
She was possessed.
And that was why she’d cried over breakfast. That was why she’d flown into violence when he thought to take her away from herself again.
Because he had a new weapon. A thing he’d slipped inside her and called her prize.
What did he call it? The name had sounded scientific, important, nothing like what it should have been called. He’d called it a pliarator. She knew better. It was a mind obliterator.
It slipped in easily enough the day before, so smoothly she wasn’t sure what had replaced his fingers, and then it had latched on. Discomfort grew in the form of a muscular ache, distracting, embarrassing, and enticing, Jacques manipulating how the thing sat in her pelvis while she tried to sit up and see what he’d done.
There had been no warning before the buzzing clicked and a soft nodule landed on her clitoris. The vibration had set her to yelp, urged her to press her legs closed against it, and encouraged a pool of slick to gather under her body.
He’d allowed her rebellion because it had made no difference. Even with her legs together, even rolled over on her belly as if she might squirm away, it could not be unseated. Deep inside her body it changed shape again. It stretched her, Brenya keening in pain.
Except, she wasn’t sure if it had been pain at all.
A warm hand on her back, the other still fixed to the device inside the squirming Omega, Jacques smiled. “When an Alpha male chooses to mount an untried Beta female there is a certain protocol that must take place before he can possess her. Had you been optioned for the breeding banks, you would have undergone this practice years ago—just as Annette delighted in these moments with Ancil. Sharing this with you was her idea, and seeing you this way, I can see it was an excellent one. Relax and enjoy.”
Mouth agape, sucking in deep pants of air, Brenya stared forward at the distant wall and saw nothing. She could do nothing. Was reduced to nothing.
All by a single pulsating machine.
A machine designed for one purpose: to prepare a Beta female's sex organs to accept the far larger, far more powerful Alpha cock.
The way it squirmed and milked the slick from her tunnel curled her toes. The horrid thing had a life of its own, though she might claw the sheets and fight against its intrusion.
Jacques may have pumped it in and out of her, he may have forced it deeper into her cunt when she tried to push it out, but the robot sensed her struggles and redoubled its attack.
The first orgasm had hurt; the machine had torn the pleasure right out of each nerve.
Immediately it altered its shape, sprang into action when her passage clenched as if to grasp an Alpha knot. Shape bloating, manipulating nerves with shocks, with rotary aggression, it had expanded near the base… and made her groan until drool hung from her lips.
An ocean of slick poured like a river, Jacques no longer pinning her down, but petting and watching where her ass had raised up from the bed and her stuffed cunt was on display as if begging for more.
He adjusted the settings. She convulsed, insides wrenching around the mechanical intrusion as it started its expansion process over again.
Rolling her to her back, he drew her knees to her ears, put his weight on her, and moved his body as if it was his member inside her doing the damage and not some cold machine.
He’d dared to kiss her, to comment on her lust-drugged, blown pupils.
The male had called her beautiful as she lay stupefied and twitching.
When she tried to say his name, tried to beg him to stop, he’d smiled, his head slowly descending between her grotesquely spread thighs. Jacques had lapped at the slick seeping out around the machine as if her sex was the sweetest cream.
“I’ve never seen a Beta respond to a Pliarator as you do. What exceptional creatures Omegas are.” Husky, he’d growled, still savoring her juices. “Imagine it’s my cock inside you. When the next knot comes, I want you to feel my seed pulsating in your belly.”
As if on cue, the machine began to expand at its base, to fill her up and stretch her even more than the first time. He watched it work her, Jacques seeing to his own satisfaction with rapid jerks of his hand up and down the veined protuberance jutting forth between his legs.
His cock.
She could smell it in her haze, grunted at it like an animal.
The way he abused his organ, how swollen and purple it grew in his fist, the way he practically gnawed her erect clitoris, they both had to be in euphoric pain.
Ready to spurt, he’d reared back on his knees, drew his lips back from his teeth, the muscles standing up in his neck.
The worst had yet to come.
He spoke a command. The machine responded. It opened up, the false knot inside her growing until a hole was made inside her body just the right size to be exploited.
Falling forward to land on his hand, his musculature tight and twitching, Jacques lined up his fat cockhead with her machine spread opening, smeared her tortured cunt with a dribble of his come, and jerked himself in two more rough tugs until pearlescent spray shot forcefully into the space the machine had made inside her.
His usherings were too much for that little pocket, and his seed surged outside her sex, down her crack, in waves of wet heat, over and over until he pulled from her slit to aim instead for her trembling belly.
He overshot, coating her heaving tits, globs landing as far as her parted lips.
When he had crawled over her body, bobbing his pulsating knot in her face, he’d told her to lick him clean… and she had obeyed.
Without question.
Laving him from bulbous base to mushroom tip, collecting the salty taste, slurping, swallowing. With even more vigor than he’d displayed between her legs, Brenya submitted.
In that moment, she did not possess the mental faculty to understand that the Alpha had manipulated his promise.
Jacques had not fucked her. His machine had.
She’d been vanquished like a prisoner, subjugated like a slave, and used like a whore—sore, tired, mindless, and still under the control of his whirring device.
That had been last night, all night.
Even upon waking, her senses had not fully returned, and here he was, forcing her back on the bed to do it to her all over again.
Betas were never reassigned.
He pushed his toy deeper, speaking warmly. “In a week or two, you’ll be ready for me, mon chou.”
A bit about Addison...
USA Today Bestselling author, Addison Cain, is best known for her dark romances, the internationally bestselling Alpha’s Control Series, and the twisted alien worlds of the Irdesi Empire. Her antiheroes are not always redeemable, her lead females fierce, and nothing is ever as it seems.
Deep and sometimes heart wrenching, Addison is driven to push her plots beyond the pale. Her books are not for the faint of heart, but they are just right for those who enjoy unapologetic bad boys, aggressive alphas, and a hint of violence in a kiss.
Visit her website:
addisonlcain.com
Don’t miss these exciting titles by Addison Cain!
The Alpha’s Claim Series:
Born to be Bound: Book One
Born To Be Broken: Book Two
Reborn: Book Three
The Alpha’s Control Series:
Absolute Power: Prelude
Stolen: Book One
The Irdesi Empire Series:
Sigil: Book One
Sovereign: Book Two
Anthologies:
The Dark Forest: A Collection of Erotic Fairytales
Valentine’s Roulette: Unraveled
Hero Undercover: A Night by my Fire
Royally Mine: Consumed
Historical Romance:
A Trick of the Light
Dark Side of the Sun
Links:Amazon: http://amzn.to/2f5XPfRiBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/stolen/id1270774785B&N: Banned from Barnes & NobelKobo: Coming Soon
Blurb:He stole her off the streets in broad daylight—the first Omega discovered in Bernard Dome in generations. He took her with violence while none intervened. He broke her, swearing he’d put her back together.Brenya Perin was ordered to submit.Bernard Dome is the jewel of Europe, a bastion of art and culture, pleasure and decadence. But life in the city depends on the occupation chosen for you at birth. There is no subversion, no question of who rules. There is no freedom.Peace has a price, a price the Commodore of Bernard Dome is willing to pay… so long as the Omega remains his.***Shepherd’s influence is on the rise. His machinations are subtle, his hands full tending to his recovering mate. Her safety is his priority, and something he’s willing to risk war to assure. Bernard Dome has what he wants, and they will all be damned if they deny him.Publisher’s Note: The Alpha’s Control series, is a dark Omegaverse tale with explicit sexual themes and complete power exchange. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.
Excerpt:
Bit by bit, her body conformed to the Alpha’s unspoken will. Her lips would sigh while her brain would scream.
He’d take a nipple to be suckled, her spine would arch… the small Beta voice inside her powerless to make her listen.
Someone else inhabited her body when Jacques played his games.
She was possessed.
And that was why she’d cried over breakfast. That was why she’d flown into violence when he thought to take her away from herself again.
Because he had a new weapon. A thing he’d slipped inside her and called her prize.
What did he call it? The name had sounded scientific, important, nothing like what it should have been called. He’d called it a pliarator. She knew better. It was a mind obliterator.
It slipped in easily enough the day before, so smoothly she wasn’t sure what had replaced his fingers, and then it had latched on. Discomfort grew in the form of a muscular ache, distracting, embarrassing, and enticing, Jacques manipulating how the thing sat in her pelvis while she tried to sit up and see what he’d done.
There had been no warning before the buzzing clicked and a soft nodule landed on her clitoris. The vibration had set her to yelp, urged her to press her legs closed against it, and encouraged a pool of slick to gather under her body.
He’d allowed her rebellion because it had made no difference. Even with her legs together, even rolled over on her belly as if she might squirm away, it could not be unseated. Deep inside her body it changed shape again. It stretched her, Brenya keening in pain.
Except, she wasn’t sure if it had been pain at all.
A warm hand on her back, the other still fixed to the device inside the squirming Omega, Jacques smiled. “When an Alpha male chooses to mount an untried Beta female there is a certain protocol that must take place before he can possess her. Had you been optioned for the breeding banks, you would have undergone this practice years ago—just as Annette delighted in these moments with Ancil. Sharing this with you was her idea, and seeing you this way, I can see it was an excellent one. Relax and enjoy.”
Mouth agape, sucking in deep pants of air, Brenya stared forward at the distant wall and saw nothing. She could do nothing. Was reduced to nothing.
All by a single pulsating machine.
A machine designed for one purpose: to prepare a Beta female's sex organs to accept the far larger, far more powerful Alpha cock.
The way it squirmed and milked the slick from her tunnel curled her toes. The horrid thing had a life of its own, though she might claw the sheets and fight against its intrusion.
Jacques may have pumped it in and out of her, he may have forced it deeper into her cunt when she tried to push it out, but the robot sensed her struggles and redoubled its attack.
The first orgasm had hurt; the machine had torn the pleasure right out of each nerve.
Immediately it altered its shape, sprang into action when her passage clenched as if to grasp an Alpha knot. Shape bloating, manipulating nerves with shocks, with rotary aggression, it had expanded near the base… and made her groan until drool hung from her lips.
An ocean of slick poured like a river, Jacques no longer pinning her down, but petting and watching where her ass had raised up from the bed and her stuffed cunt was on display as if begging for more.
He adjusted the settings. She convulsed, insides wrenching around the mechanical intrusion as it started its expansion process over again.
Rolling her to her back, he drew her knees to her ears, put his weight on her, and moved his body as if it was his member inside her doing the damage and not some cold machine.
He’d dared to kiss her, to comment on her lust-drugged, blown pupils.
The male had called her beautiful as she lay stupefied and twitching.
When she tried to say his name, tried to beg him to stop, he’d smiled, his head slowly descending between her grotesquely spread thighs. Jacques had lapped at the slick seeping out around the machine as if her sex was the sweetest cream.
“I’ve never seen a Beta respond to a Pliarator as you do. What exceptional creatures Omegas are.” Husky, he’d growled, still savoring her juices. “Imagine it’s my cock inside you. When the next knot comes, I want you to feel my seed pulsating in your belly.”
As if on cue, the machine began to expand at its base, to fill her up and stretch her even more than the first time. He watched it work her, Jacques seeing to his own satisfaction with rapid jerks of his hand up and down the veined protuberance jutting forth between his legs.
His cock.
She could smell it in her haze, grunted at it like an animal.
The way he abused his organ, how swollen and purple it grew in his fist, the way he practically gnawed her erect clitoris, they both had to be in euphoric pain.
Ready to spurt, he’d reared back on his knees, drew his lips back from his teeth, the muscles standing up in his neck.
The worst had yet to come.
He spoke a command. The machine responded. It opened up, the false knot inside her growing until a hole was made inside her body just the right size to be exploited.
Falling forward to land on his hand, his musculature tight and twitching, Jacques lined up his fat cockhead with her machine spread opening, smeared her tortured cunt with a dribble of his come, and jerked himself in two more rough tugs until pearlescent spray shot forcefully into the space the machine had made inside her.
His usherings were too much for that little pocket, and his seed surged outside her sex, down her crack, in waves of wet heat, over and over until he pulled from her slit to aim instead for her trembling belly.
He overshot, coating her heaving tits, globs landing as far as her parted lips.
When he had crawled over her body, bobbing his pulsating knot in her face, he’d told her to lick him clean… and she had obeyed.
Without question.
Laving him from bulbous base to mushroom tip, collecting the salty taste, slurping, swallowing. With even more vigor than he’d displayed between her legs, Brenya submitted.
In that moment, she did not possess the mental faculty to understand that the Alpha had manipulated his promise.
Jacques had not fucked her. His machine had.
She’d been vanquished like a prisoner, subjugated like a slave, and used like a whore—sore, tired, mindless, and still under the control of his whirring device.
That had been last night, all night.
Even upon waking, her senses had not fully returned, and here he was, forcing her back on the bed to do it to her all over again.
Betas were never reassigned.
He pushed his toy deeper, speaking warmly. “In a week or two, you’ll be ready for me, mon chou.”
A bit about Addison...
USA Today Bestselling author, Addison Cain, is best known for her dark romances, the internationally bestselling Alpha’s Control Series, and the twisted alien worlds of the Irdesi Empire. Her antiheroes are not always redeemable, her lead females fierce, and nothing is ever as it seems.
Deep and sometimes heart wrenching, Addison is driven to push her plots beyond the pale. Her books are not for the faint of heart, but they are just right for those who enjoy unapologetic bad boys, aggressive alphas, and a hint of violence in a kiss.
Visit her website:
addisonlcain.com
Don’t miss these exciting titles by Addison Cain!
The Alpha’s Claim Series:
Born to be Bound: Book One
Born To Be Broken: Book Two
Reborn: Book Three
The Alpha’s Control Series:
Absolute Power: Prelude
Stolen: Book One
The Irdesi Empire Series:
Sigil: Book One
Sovereign: Book Two
Anthologies:
The Dark Forest: A Collection of Erotic Fairytales
Valentine’s Roulette: Unraveled
Hero Undercover: A Night by my Fire
Royally Mine: Consumed
Historical Romance:
A Trick of the Light
Dark Side of the Sun
February 14, 2017
Today I have Amelia Smarts on my blog with Emma's Surrender.
I've has a big break from blogging and this is my first blog for this year. I'd like to welcome Amelia to tell us a bit about her book Emma's Surrender.
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About Emma's Surrender...
When twenty-year-old Emma Brookstone arrives in the town of Bannack, Montana, she seeks out the local marshal, intending to enlist his help in uncovering the truth regarding her father’s murder two years earlier. Upon meeting the marshal, however, she is shocked and dismayed to discover that he is none other than the man who gunned her father down that fateful night.
Though Clive Brookstone was an evil man who needed killing, the knowledge that he left a young woman orphaned tore at Nathan Haskin’s conscience from the moment he pulled the trigger, and he has secretly provided for Emma’s needs since that day. Certain that hearing about her father’s legacy of lawless violence would break her heart, he concealed it from her, but now that she has returned to Bannack her persistence eventually prompts him to tell her the full story.
To make matters more complicated, Nathan finds his desire to protect Emma quickly growing into a powerful need to tame and possess her, and when her foolish behavior puts her safety at risk he doesn’t hesitate to take her in hand and spank her soundly. His stern chastisement leaves her furious yet helplessly aroused, and it isn’t long before he claims her hard and thoroughly.
In her heart, Emma knows what Nathan tells her is true—that her father’s death was just—but writhing in ecstasy as she is utterly dominated by the man who killed him fills her with shame nonetheless, and she does her best to deny her lust for the handsome marshal. Will the day ever come when she can put aside the past and surrender herself fully to the man she once hated?
Publisher’s Note: Emma’s Surrender includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Where you can get it...
Read the First Chapter for Free on Amelia’s Blog: https://ameliasmarts.com/emmas-surrender-by-amelia-smarts/
Buy Emma’s SurrenderAMAZON US: http://amzn.to/2hzFJy9 AMAZON UK: http://amzn.to/2hWz4ip
An excerpt...
“Come here.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the spot on the floor next to his right leg.
Just like that her anger evaporated, replaced by anxiety. “Why?” she asked in a small, whining voice.
“Because I ordered you to. I expect you to obey my orders, remember?”
She stared at him, wide-eyed and worried.
“One…” His voice was soft and level, but screamed danger.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her anxiety growing.
“Two…”
Emma didn’t know how high he intended to count, or what would happen if he reached his intended number, nor did she know what he was going to do with her once she walked to him, but she decided it was safest to obey immediately. She stood and hustled to him before he said “three.”He pointed at the floor again. “Kneel.”
She wasn’t surprised by his command as much as hurt. Like the corner, the placement was humiliating. She dropped to her knees and looked up at him. Despite her best intentions not to cry, she felt her eyes growing moist. It wasn’t fair that he should be so strict with her, when all she wanted was information. “Why are you punishing me? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
He cupped her head, then raked his fingers down the length of her dark hair. The touch was so tender that Emma felt herself relaxing.
“I’m not punishing you, pet. I’m teaching you submission. You must submit to me. It doesn’t come easily to you, but it’s what you must learn.”
Other spanking romances by Amelia Smarts...
Corralling Callie – Jude has his hands full with Callie. She’s sassy and disobedient, but when she puts aside her foul-mouthed, defiant façade, the real Callie is as sweet and kind as she is beautiful. http://amzn.to/2iPVdPB
Claimed by the Mountain Man – Jack’s stern chastisement and bold mastery of her body leave Nettie begging for more, but is she truly ready to give up her freedom to be claimed by the mountain man? http://amzn.to/2b5SymF
His Little Red Lily – Innocent farm girl asks repeatedly to be hired as an entertainer, but the saloon owner has different ideas about where a stubborn, disobedient little girl belongs. http://amzn.to/1TouqoF
Fetching Charlotte Rose – A proud young woman learns lessons in love and safety when a no-nonsense man sweeps her off of her feet… and over his lap. http://amzn.to/1U3FCJJ
About Amelia Smarts...
#1 Amazon Bestseller in Historical Erotica and Erotic Westerns!
I'm an author of romance novels featuring domestic discipline/spanking. Usually my stories involve a cowboy, and they always involve a man's firm hand connecting with a woman's naughty backside. It's important to me that I tell a good story in addition to portraying hot sex and discipline scenes. I write complex, flawed heroes and heroines who struggle and succeed in their journey to love and happiness. If you'd like to talk books with me, feel free to drop me a note at amelia_smarts@yahoo.com. Happy reading!
Where you can connect with Amelia Smarts...
Blog: http://ameliasmarts.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/smarts.amelia/Twitter: https://twitter.com/AmeliaSmarts @ameliasmartsGoodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/ameliasmarts Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Amelia-Smarts/e/B018IRLWOE/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
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About Emma's Surrender...
When twenty-year-old Emma Brookstone arrives in the town of Bannack, Montana, she seeks out the local marshal, intending to enlist his help in uncovering the truth regarding her father’s murder two years earlier. Upon meeting the marshal, however, she is shocked and dismayed to discover that he is none other than the man who gunned her father down that fateful night.
Though Clive Brookstone was an evil man who needed killing, the knowledge that he left a young woman orphaned tore at Nathan Haskin’s conscience from the moment he pulled the trigger, and he has secretly provided for Emma’s needs since that day. Certain that hearing about her father’s legacy of lawless violence would break her heart, he concealed it from her, but now that she has returned to Bannack her persistence eventually prompts him to tell her the full story.
To make matters more complicated, Nathan finds his desire to protect Emma quickly growing into a powerful need to tame and possess her, and when her foolish behavior puts her safety at risk he doesn’t hesitate to take her in hand and spank her soundly. His stern chastisement leaves her furious yet helplessly aroused, and it isn’t long before he claims her hard and thoroughly.
In her heart, Emma knows what Nathan tells her is true—that her father’s death was just—but writhing in ecstasy as she is utterly dominated by the man who killed him fills her with shame nonetheless, and she does her best to deny her lust for the handsome marshal. Will the day ever come when she can put aside the past and surrender herself fully to the man she once hated?
Publisher’s Note: Emma’s Surrender includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Where you can get it...
Read the First Chapter for Free on Amelia’s Blog: https://ameliasmarts.com/emmas-surrender-by-amelia-smarts/
Buy Emma’s SurrenderAMAZON US: http://amzn.to/2hzFJy9 AMAZON UK: http://amzn.to/2hWz4ip
An excerpt...
“Come here.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the spot on the floor next to his right leg.
Just like that her anger evaporated, replaced by anxiety. “Why?” she asked in a small, whining voice.
“Because I ordered you to. I expect you to obey my orders, remember?”
She stared at him, wide-eyed and worried.
“One…” His voice was soft and level, but screamed danger.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her anxiety growing.
“Two…”
Emma didn’t know how high he intended to count, or what would happen if he reached his intended number, nor did she know what he was going to do with her once she walked to him, but she decided it was safest to obey immediately. She stood and hustled to him before he said “three.”He pointed at the floor again. “Kneel.”
She wasn’t surprised by his command as much as hurt. Like the corner, the placement was humiliating. She dropped to her knees and looked up at him. Despite her best intentions not to cry, she felt her eyes growing moist. It wasn’t fair that he should be so strict with her, when all she wanted was information. “Why are you punishing me? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
He cupped her head, then raked his fingers down the length of her dark hair. The touch was so tender that Emma felt herself relaxing.
“I’m not punishing you, pet. I’m teaching you submission. You must submit to me. It doesn’t come easily to you, but it’s what you must learn.”
Other spanking romances by Amelia Smarts...
Corralling Callie – Jude has his hands full with Callie. She’s sassy and disobedient, but when she puts aside her foul-mouthed, defiant façade, the real Callie is as sweet and kind as she is beautiful. http://amzn.to/2iPVdPB
Claimed by the Mountain Man – Jack’s stern chastisement and bold mastery of her body leave Nettie begging for more, but is she truly ready to give up her freedom to be claimed by the mountain man? http://amzn.to/2b5SymF
His Little Red Lily – Innocent farm girl asks repeatedly to be hired as an entertainer, but the saloon owner has different ideas about where a stubborn, disobedient little girl belongs. http://amzn.to/1TouqoF
Fetching Charlotte Rose – A proud young woman learns lessons in love and safety when a no-nonsense man sweeps her off of her feet… and over his lap. http://amzn.to/1U3FCJJ
About Amelia Smarts...
#1 Amazon Bestseller in Historical Erotica and Erotic Westerns!
I'm an author of romance novels featuring domestic discipline/spanking. Usually my stories involve a cowboy, and they always involve a man's firm hand connecting with a woman's naughty backside. It's important to me that I tell a good story in addition to portraying hot sex and discipline scenes. I write complex, flawed heroes and heroines who struggle and succeed in their journey to love and happiness. If you'd like to talk books with me, feel free to drop me a note at amelia_smarts@yahoo.com. Happy reading!
Where you can connect with Amelia Smarts...
Blog: http://ameliasmarts.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/smarts.amelia/Twitter: https://twitter.com/AmeliaSmarts @ameliasmartsGoodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/ameliasmarts Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Amelia-Smarts/e/B018IRLWOE/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
November 14, 2016
Alyssa Hart is visiting me today with a hot new excerpt from Adopting Katie!
I am so happy to have Alyssa on my blog today with what her hot new age play, Adopting Katie!
Here's the blurb...
“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.
Here's an excerpt...
“It’s been a long time since this naughty bottom has been over my knee. I think it forgot what happens when it ends up here.” “No! It’s not a naughty bottom. See how white it is? It’s a good bottom!” Rose shook her head, “Oh baby, you just issued a challenge that no Dom would ever ignore.” “No! It’s not a challenge! It's not. Lemme go!” Her feet scissored helplessly in the air before they were trapped under Keith’s strong leg. There was no pleasure or ‘adult’ stimulation when Keith spanked Katie. Their relationship was purely familial, so when she was sent over her uncle’s knee, she was a little girl to him and nothing more. “Hmm, I wonder how long it would take to turn your bottom to the same color as these pants. What do you think, Rose?” “Her pajamas are pink and I thought you hated the color pink. Can't you do better than that?” She coaxed. Katie could tell that they were teasing, but she also knew that once in this position, there was no escape without a hot bottom. Keith’s hand had the ability to set a fire hot enough to cause a naughty little girl to fall asleep on her belly. “Let’s see how many licks it takes to get to the center of a naughty girl’s attitude.” “No! I’m not a tootsie pop!”“One.” The sound of the smack reverberated through the room. “Ow! I’ll go to bed!”
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Where you can get it...
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A bit about Allysa...
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.
Where you can connect with Allysa...
Blog: http://allysahart.wordpress.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/allysahartauthorInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/allycat602/
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Here's the blurb...
“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.
Here's an excerpt...
“It’s been a long time since this naughty bottom has been over my knee. I think it forgot what happens when it ends up here.” “No! It’s not a naughty bottom. See how white it is? It’s a good bottom!” Rose shook her head, “Oh baby, you just issued a challenge that no Dom would ever ignore.” “No! It’s not a challenge! It's not. Lemme go!” Her feet scissored helplessly in the air before they were trapped under Keith’s strong leg. There was no pleasure or ‘adult’ stimulation when Keith spanked Katie. Their relationship was purely familial, so when she was sent over her uncle’s knee, she was a little girl to him and nothing more. “Hmm, I wonder how long it would take to turn your bottom to the same color as these pants. What do you think, Rose?” “Her pajamas are pink and I thought you hated the color pink. Can't you do better than that?” She coaxed. Katie could tell that they were teasing, but she also knew that once in this position, there was no escape without a hot bottom. Keith’s hand had the ability to set a fire hot enough to cause a naughty little girl to fall asleep on her belly. “Let’s see how many licks it takes to get to the center of a naughty girl’s attitude.” “No! I’m not a tootsie pop!”“One.” The sound of the smack reverberated through the room. “Ow! I’ll go to bed!”
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Where you can get it...
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A bit about Allysa...
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.
Where you can connect with Allysa...
Blog: http://allysahart.wordpress.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/allysahartauthorInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/allycat602/
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October 27, 2016
Felicity Brandon is stopping by with an excerpt from her book The Viking's Conquest!
The Viking's Conquest is a historical erotic romance. Sounds super hot doesn't it?
Here is the Publisher's blurb...
When she is left all but alone to defend her family's castle against an army of battle-hardened Viking raiders, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose fights valiantly but is soon overcome. After her capture by the tall, handsome leader of the northmen, Prince Anders, she is carried away along with the rest of the spoils of conquest.
Anders makes it clear to the princess that she is now his property, to do with as he likes, and he takes pleasure in stripping her bare and putting her on display. When she defies her new master, Aurelie quickly discovers that Anders will not hesitate to spank her soundly, but to her shame the painful, humiliating punishment leaves her deeply aroused.
Bound and helpless yet burning with desire, the princess finds herself longing for the bold, dominant warrior to take her hard and thoroughly, and when she surrenders to his mastery of her body the pleasure is more intense than she would have ever thought possible. Aurelie's submission to Anders grows more complete with each passing day, but when her brothers arrive with an army to seek vengeance against their old enemy she must make a fateful choice. Will she remain loyal to her family and her people, or come to the aid of her Viking prince?
Publisher's Note: The Viking's Conquest includes spankings, sexual scenes and sexual humiliation, and more. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Here is the author's synopsis...
War has come to Donrose, and with her men away, Princess Aurelie is left to defend her castle from the impending northern invasion. Vastly outnumbered and overpowered, brave Aurelie is soon captured and finds herself the new prize of Anders, Prince of the Vikings. Uncertain of her captor, and frustrated by her imprisonment, Aurelie is confused by her burgeoning desires for the towering Anders, but when he puts the maiden over his knee to punish her, her thirst for him threatens to spill over… How can a lady of such high position entertain the idea of a spanking, yet alone be excited by it? Bound, used and displayed, Aurelie’s journey of self-discovery begins as she learns her surrender delivers not only humiliation, but also great arousal and pleasure. With her yearning fit to burst, she yields to her new master, utterly compelled by his dominant affections. But then, all at once – everything changes… And now Aurelie of Donrose must make the ultimate choice and one that she never thought possible. With Anders’ life hanging in the balance, will she choose her family’s lands or her new found love?
Here is an excerpt...
Leaving my empty goblet, I slide from the soft pile at his order. I can already feel the desire bursting from between my thighs as I fall to all fours and begin my crawl to where he has seated himself.“We will begin as before—you will be spanked over my knee—but this time there will be little pleasure in it for you, my captive. I intend to hurt you—to mark that pretty little behind—and make you unable to sit properly for some time.”I am back by his feet as he concludes and warily, I raise my eyes as he finishes the sentence. I know I am not hiding the terror in my face and yet still I am compelled to carry on—submitting myself to him in this way for our mutual need. He catches my hair in his left hand and pulls it into a rough ponytail, again drawing my head back.“When my hand is aching from tanning your backside, I will bind you to the bedpost and continue to thrash you with my strap. Do you understand?”He eyes me wildly and for a moment I am too afraid to even respond. I have to swallow hard again to find my voice.“Please, my Lofðungr,” I say shakily. “I do not know if I can bear such a punishment?”He never takes his eyes from me as he answers. “You can and you will, my sweeting,” he says. “You will submit to me in this way as a sign of your true desire to be mine.”I close my eyes at his words, understanding for the first time his real intention. He means not just to punish me, but to mark and possess me in some meaningful way. To make me his again in the way that our coupling had done before. As I open my eyes again and see him standing over me, there are tears but also a new acceptance.I nod my head as best I can whilst he is still holding my hair in his fist. “I will bear it,” I say, my voice breaking. He leans in toward me, his face just an inch from mine, those blue pools burning into me. “You will bear it,” he replies, his hot breath against my face, “and I will love you for it.”
Where you can get it...
Amazon: myBook.to/VikingConquest
Felicity Brandon: Writer of the salacious, erotic & romantic. Golden Flogger Finalist! BDSM, spanking, & submission.
Here are the author links...
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Felicity-Brandon/e/B00CV873JK/
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October 26, 2016
Measha Stone is on my blog today with the 4th book in her Windy City series, !
I had the pleasure of having Measha on my blog when the 3rd book in this series, Indebted Heart came out. That post is here. Today we're taking a look at Liberated Heart, the 4th book in the Windy City series.
Here's the blurb...
Erin’s life has crumbled. Not only has her fiancé run off with another woman, she realizes their entire relationship was a joke. After some soul-searching, and Googling, she jumps head first into a world that only existed in her darkest fantasies. Bradley Sorenson has come to terms that he will never have a lasting relationship with a submissive. After all, no woman could see to his darker needs in the playroom and continue his brand of power exchange outside of it. But when Erin shows up at his BDSM club, looking for answers to questions he’s sure she doesn’t even understand, his resolve begins to weaken. Bradley opens the door to this new world and escorts Erin inside, promising to show her everything she wants to see and more. But just as she begins to find contentment in her true self, she receives a letter that starts a chain of blackmail that could ultimately end her new relationship. Between the blackmail and her new self-awareness, Erin must fight the urge to creep back into the cage she’s so used to hiding in, and work to liberate her heart.
Here's where you can buy it...
Amazon Blushing Books B&N
Here's an excerpt...
She let the information sink into her mind. Slaves. The terminology of everything she’d read over the past few days stuck with her, and she didn't think she could ever consider herself a slave. She didn’t mind the term, and she thought no less of anyone who would categorize themselves as such, but she wasn’t sure she fit in that mold. One idea that she engrained in herself over the last two weeks was that she was not the freak she’d originally believed. She was no weakling, either. No one could submit themselves onto another person's will and be weak. It took strength. And a hell of a lot of trust. “That might be interesting to see.” She nodded. Very interesting, especially if the play were to all be in the public viewing area, she’d be able to see what she wanted to see without having to get too involved with anyone. She just needed to get the membership approved as quickly as possible. “Do you think I’ll be able to get my membership in order by then?” “I wasn't telling you about the auction because I want you to view it.” He folded his hands in front of himself, where she could see the obvious bulge in his jeans. Had their short interaction been as intoxicating to him as it was to her? “I told you about the auction because if after I’ve finished with you here, you decide you’d like that distraction- that rebound- the auction is as good a place as any to get on with it. But understand, that if you come to the auction. If your pretty ass is standing on the auction block. I will buy you. I will own you.”
ALSO IN THE WINDY CITY SERIES
HIDDEN HEART, BOOK 1A woman given up on love, second guesses her solitary life when meeting a man who won’t take no for an answer and opens her eyes to an entire world of pleasure she didn’t know existed before him.
SECURED HEART, BOOK 2A headstrong, fiery woman seeks to fulfill her fantasies in all the wrong places, and it’s up to the security expert to tame her, and keep her safe.
INDEBTED HEART, BOOK 3An independent woman, moves to Chicago to find a new start for her life, but finds those from the past aren’t always best to leave behind. A laid back, yet protective dominant steps in as her hopes for the future begin to unravel.
A bit about Measha Stone...
Measha Stone lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and their children. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. Her vanilla writing has been published in the online magazine efiction and the DuPage Writers Group annual journal Possibilities. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and spending time with her kids- who are just as creative and crazy as her.
Where you can catch up with Measha...
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/measha.stone.5Twitter: @measha_stoneInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/meashastone/Blog: https://www.meashawrites.com/blog
Here's the blurb...
Erin’s life has crumbled. Not only has her fiancé run off with another woman, she realizes their entire relationship was a joke. After some soul-searching, and Googling, she jumps head first into a world that only existed in her darkest fantasies. Bradley Sorenson has come to terms that he will never have a lasting relationship with a submissive. After all, no woman could see to his darker needs in the playroom and continue his brand of power exchange outside of it. But when Erin shows up at his BDSM club, looking for answers to questions he’s sure she doesn’t even understand, his resolve begins to weaken. Bradley opens the door to this new world and escorts Erin inside, promising to show her everything she wants to see and more. But just as she begins to find contentment in her true self, she receives a letter that starts a chain of blackmail that could ultimately end her new relationship. Between the blackmail and her new self-awareness, Erin must fight the urge to creep back into the cage she’s so used to hiding in, and work to liberate her heart.
Here's where you can buy it...
Amazon Blushing Books B&N
Here's an excerpt...
She let the information sink into her mind. Slaves. The terminology of everything she’d read over the past few days stuck with her, and she didn't think she could ever consider herself a slave. She didn’t mind the term, and she thought no less of anyone who would categorize themselves as such, but she wasn’t sure she fit in that mold. One idea that she engrained in herself over the last two weeks was that she was not the freak she’d originally believed. She was no weakling, either. No one could submit themselves onto another person's will and be weak. It took strength. And a hell of a lot of trust. “That might be interesting to see.” She nodded. Very interesting, especially if the play were to all be in the public viewing area, she’d be able to see what she wanted to see without having to get too involved with anyone. She just needed to get the membership approved as quickly as possible. “Do you think I’ll be able to get my membership in order by then?” “I wasn't telling you about the auction because I want you to view it.” He folded his hands in front of himself, where she could see the obvious bulge in his jeans. Had their short interaction been as intoxicating to him as it was to her? “I told you about the auction because if after I’ve finished with you here, you decide you’d like that distraction- that rebound- the auction is as good a place as any to get on with it. But understand, that if you come to the auction. If your pretty ass is standing on the auction block. I will buy you. I will own you.”
ALSO IN THE WINDY CITY SERIES
HIDDEN HEART, BOOK 1A woman given up on love, second guesses her solitary life when meeting a man who won’t take no for an answer and opens her eyes to an entire world of pleasure she didn’t know existed before him.
SECURED HEART, BOOK 2A headstrong, fiery woman seeks to fulfill her fantasies in all the wrong places, and it’s up to the security expert to tame her, and keep her safe.
INDEBTED HEART, BOOK 3An independent woman, moves to Chicago to find a new start for her life, but finds those from the past aren’t always best to leave behind. A laid back, yet protective dominant steps in as her hopes for the future begin to unravel.
A bit about Measha Stone...
Measha Stone lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and their children. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. Her vanilla writing has been published in the online magazine efiction and the DuPage Writers Group annual journal Possibilities. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and spending time with her kids- who are just as creative and crazy as her.
Where you can catch up with Measha...
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/measha.stone.5Twitter: @measha_stoneInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/meashastone/Blog: https://www.meashawrites.com/blog
October 25, 2016
Jennifer Bene is visiting with her new book Early Sins!
I just can't wait to read this erotic thriller from Jennifer Bene. It is the first in a series called Dangerous Games. Here is Early Sins...
Here is the blurb...
There are some things in life that only a bullet will fix.
Before Camille Devereaux knew how to kill, before she could even hold a gun - she was a tortured girl with a dark past and only one purpose in life. To destroy the men who had taken her.
When she walked into his world Smith wasn't sure what to expect from the tiny, blonde waif - but it definitely wasn't the sharp-tongued anger eating her alive. Determined, beautiful, and destined for catastrophe if he doesn't intervene - Smith takes her in.
As he guides her deeper and deeper into a world of brutal training, bullets, and blood she discovers that this gun-toting, male model gorgeous, guardian angel of death might just be her only hope at vengeance. But their constant companionship is more than professional, and the tension between them is growing as fast as her skill, and there's only so much Smith can do to ignore his own feelings as Camille ticks off the names on her list one by one.
Discover the dark history that started the world of 'Dangerous Games' in this exciting, sexy, action-packed, erotic thriller that will keep you turning pages to find out what happens next!
Here's an excerpt...
“Like the view?” She peeked at him over her shoulder, and he spanked her, but she didn’t even flinch. Camille actually planted her hands on the wall and thrust her ass out further.“Did you like that?” He asked and ran his hands around to her front, teasing her nipples until they grew hard against his fingertips.“Yes…” she purred, bowing her back to press her breasts more firmly into his hands. Mine.The possessiveness he’d felt the night before when he’d seen that rich bastard flirting with her surged again, and he knew that now that he’d had her – there was no way he could let her go. Her age, her history, her steel inner core that made her impossibly stubborn and incredibly powerful, it was all just more of her, and he couldn’t get enough. “Have I mentioned that you’re perfect?” he spoke softly against her neck and he felt the shiver go through her.“Once or twice since last night, but I’m far from fucking perfect.”“We’ll work on your mouth.” He tried to sound stern, but it only worked because she couldn’t see the grin on his face.“I can get on my knees again and you can work on my mouth all you want.” There was no stifling his groan as he slid one hand down her belly between her legs, and when he swiped a finger between her thighs he found her soaking wet. “Do you want me?” he asked, and she shifted her weight from leg to leg, making her hips wiggle enticingly as he stroked her clit. “Yes, Smith…” she whined and he chuckled.“Alright, bend forward a little more.” His eyes roamed her curves, the random blossoming bruises that he’d likely put there, but they weren’t ugly, just testaments to her strength. Just another part of her beauty. C shifted forward and then he adjusted her hips and moved behind her. With all of the water it would have been difficult to enter her smoothly if she hadn’t been so wet, but with one thrust he was buried deep. Hot. Tight. Mine. They both groaned and she pressed back against him, so perfect, and he knew he was lost already. Her talented mouth, combined with too many years with absolutely no one, there was no way he’d have any control. “Fuck…” Camille tightened down on him and rocked her hips forward and he growled and spanked her lightly. “Be still and come for me.” Keeping himself still inside her he slipped his hand over her hip and brushed over her clit, when she jumped she gripped him again and he hissed air through his teeth. “Stay still.”“I don’t know how the fuck you expect me to do that.”“Because I asked you to.”
Where you can get it....
Buy Link Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2dVCXHMPrice: $2.99 (Free on Kindle Unlimited)
A Bit about Jennifer...
Jennifer Bene is a best-selling author of erotic fiction who loves wine, hiking, whiskey, and keyboards - not necessarily in that order. She's been writing for years, but it's always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males and Doms, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological storylines. Whether it's showing up in erotica, paranormal romance, menage, or anything else she decides to venture into, it's always a little dark. But, don't worry, she also insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after! After all, without the dark, we'd never notice the light, now would we?
When she’s not attached to a keyboard, she likes to read, binge on Netflix, get outside, participate in her local BDSM community, and enjoy life with friends/family! She lives in Texas, and no, she doesn’t own a horse or wear a cowboy hat, you’d have better luck finding her on the dance floor downtown. Seriously.
Jennifer would love to hear from you! She does her best to keep readers up to date via social media, and tries to always respond when readers are nice enough to message her, so go ahead!
Where you can find her...
Check out her website - http://jenniferbene.com/
Find her on Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/jbeneauthor
Follow her on Twitter - http://twitter.com/jbeneauthor
Check out her Instagram - http://www.instagram.com/jbeneauthor/
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Be a fan on Goodreads - http://www.goodreads.com/jbeneauthor
Here is the blurb...
There are some things in life that only a bullet will fix.
Before Camille Devereaux knew how to kill, before she could even hold a gun - she was a tortured girl with a dark past and only one purpose in life. To destroy the men who had taken her.
When she walked into his world Smith wasn't sure what to expect from the tiny, blonde waif - but it definitely wasn't the sharp-tongued anger eating her alive. Determined, beautiful, and destined for catastrophe if he doesn't intervene - Smith takes her in.
As he guides her deeper and deeper into a world of brutal training, bullets, and blood she discovers that this gun-toting, male model gorgeous, guardian angel of death might just be her only hope at vengeance. But their constant companionship is more than professional, and the tension between them is growing as fast as her skill, and there's only so much Smith can do to ignore his own feelings as Camille ticks off the names on her list one by one.
Discover the dark history that started the world of 'Dangerous Games' in this exciting, sexy, action-packed, erotic thriller that will keep you turning pages to find out what happens next!
Here's an excerpt...
“Like the view?” She peeked at him over her shoulder, and he spanked her, but she didn’t even flinch. Camille actually planted her hands on the wall and thrust her ass out further.“Did you like that?” He asked and ran his hands around to her front, teasing her nipples until they grew hard against his fingertips.“Yes…” she purred, bowing her back to press her breasts more firmly into his hands. Mine.The possessiveness he’d felt the night before when he’d seen that rich bastard flirting with her surged again, and he knew that now that he’d had her – there was no way he could let her go. Her age, her history, her steel inner core that made her impossibly stubborn and incredibly powerful, it was all just more of her, and he couldn’t get enough. “Have I mentioned that you’re perfect?” he spoke softly against her neck and he felt the shiver go through her.“Once or twice since last night, but I’m far from fucking perfect.”“We’ll work on your mouth.” He tried to sound stern, but it only worked because she couldn’t see the grin on his face.“I can get on my knees again and you can work on my mouth all you want.” There was no stifling his groan as he slid one hand down her belly between her legs, and when he swiped a finger between her thighs he found her soaking wet. “Do you want me?” he asked, and she shifted her weight from leg to leg, making her hips wiggle enticingly as he stroked her clit. “Yes, Smith…” she whined and he chuckled.“Alright, bend forward a little more.” His eyes roamed her curves, the random blossoming bruises that he’d likely put there, but they weren’t ugly, just testaments to her strength. Just another part of her beauty. C shifted forward and then he adjusted her hips and moved behind her. With all of the water it would have been difficult to enter her smoothly if she hadn’t been so wet, but with one thrust he was buried deep. Hot. Tight. Mine. They both groaned and she pressed back against him, so perfect, and he knew he was lost already. Her talented mouth, combined with too many years with absolutely no one, there was no way he’d have any control. “Fuck…” Camille tightened down on him and rocked her hips forward and he growled and spanked her lightly. “Be still and come for me.” Keeping himself still inside her he slipped his hand over her hip and brushed over her clit, when she jumped she gripped him again and he hissed air through his teeth. “Stay still.”“I don’t know how the fuck you expect me to do that.”“Because I asked you to.”
Where you can get it....
Buy Link Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2dVCXHMPrice: $2.99 (Free on Kindle Unlimited)
A Bit about Jennifer...
Jennifer Bene is a best-selling author of erotic fiction who loves wine, hiking, whiskey, and keyboards - not necessarily in that order. She's been writing for years, but it's always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males and Doms, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological storylines. Whether it's showing up in erotica, paranormal romance, menage, or anything else she decides to venture into, it's always a little dark. But, don't worry, she also insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after! After all, without the dark, we'd never notice the light, now would we?
When she’s not attached to a keyboard, she likes to read, binge on Netflix, get outside, participate in her local BDSM community, and enjoy life with friends/family! She lives in Texas, and no, she doesn’t own a horse or wear a cowboy hat, you’d have better luck finding her on the dance floor downtown. Seriously.
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October 24, 2016
Today I'm featuring Ashe Barker's Gideon! Come and take a look at her sneak peak.
So glad to showcase Gideon today. It sounds enthralling. I'll let the blurb and the excerpt speak for itself.
Here's the Series blurb..
Order of the Black KnightsEvery century has its knights, but they are not always seen. Some of them do what must be done—getting their hands dirty when no one else is willing. Assassins and antiheroes who work from the shadows, they are called the Black Knights. From the time of the society’s creation in the 1100s, these men are cursed to repeat their lives of bloodshed. But for each knight, there is one who can bring out the man that waits inside and break the cycle. The question is whether or not the knight will kill his true love before he figures it out.
Here is this book's blurb...
Gideon Maybury enjoys a life of wealth and privilege, not to mention the advantages his position offers him in his career as a merchant banker and in his less public life as a high-class, skilled, and very well-paid assassin for Her Majesty's government. When his brother dies unexpectedly, he becomes the Duke of Westmoreland.
Michael Mathison has hated Gideon since they were at university together. He’s convinced Gideon had a hand in the death of Michael’s college lover, Christopher, and that he had something to do with the death of his own brother. So he gets a job as Gideon’s driver, enabling him to investigate the circumstances surrounding the death of the elder Maybury sibling. At first his suspicions seem to be confirmed, but clues come to light that suggest all is not as it appears at Maybury Hall.
As the mystery deepens, so does the attraction between the two implacable enemies. Each has reasons not to trust the other, but neither is averse to a bit of kinky play. Gideon and Michael end up owing each other their lives, and it results in consequences neither could have imagined.
Heres where you can get it...
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Read Chapter One for free
Here's a sneak peak...
Gideon Maybury stood in the front pew and gazed straight ahead. Behind him half the aristocracy in the country and plenty from farther afield had gathered to pay their last respects to his brother, the late duke. Their heads were bowed, their voices hushed as they repeated the amens at the required junctures. The Bishop of Carlisle had been prevailed upon to lead the service, though Gideon’s sister-in-law had insisted it take place at the Priory Church in Cartmel rather than at the cathedral. Lydia set great store by family tradition and history, and as the Priory Church was founded in 1190 by her ancestor William Marshall, the first earl of Pembroke, she saw no justification in going elsewhere for such a momentous occasion.Gideon let her have her way. It made no difference to him. His brother was gone and would soon melt into the annals of history, forgotten by all but his closest family. Richard left a distraught widow, but no children. So Gideon was now elevated to the lofty status of twelfth Duke of Westmoreland.It had been that easy.Lydia, his sister-in-law and, he supposed, the dowager duchess of sorts, sniffed at his side. Gideon produced a beautifully embroidered handkerchief from the pocket of his stark black suit jacket and handed it to her. She took it with a grateful but somewhat watery little smile and dabbed at her nose. Her movements were delicate, and her long, slender fingers appeared fragile as she struggled to contain her grief. Gideon knew it to be an illusion. Few people in his acquaintance were tougher than the lovely Lydia, though her sudden widowhood had dislodged even her usually unshakable composure.Gideon had a lot of time for Lydia. He liked her, and more importantly, he respected her. Lydia Maybury was a lawyer. The firm where she was a partner dealt mainly with corporate clients, because that was where the serious money was to be had, but they would make occasional forays into the murkier world of criminal defense when something interesting—or lucrative—came up. She had been married to his brother for almost five years, and they’d been disgustingly happy together, though that came as something of a surprise to Gideon. Lydia always struck him as too tough and uncompromising for the soft-hearted, affable Richard—or so Gideon thought when they announced their engagement. He had expected them to separate within a year, but he’d been wrong.Their union turned out to be a happy example of opposites attracting. Gideon was amazed, but dismissed the picture of domestic bliss as an aberration. He performed his duties as best man at their wedding, made a few crude jokes, cultivated some useful contacts among the gathered dignitaries, left Richard and Lydia to bask in a mutual adoration that he found somewhat sickly, and returned to his own, rather stellar, career in merchant banking.Five years later he was back in the same church where his brother and Lydia were married to play his part as chief mourner.
A bit about Ashe Barker...
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.
Where you can catch up with her...
www.ashebarker.com Amazon google.com/+AsheBarker Facebook Twitter
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Here's the Series blurb..
Order of the Black KnightsEvery century has its knights, but they are not always seen. Some of them do what must be done—getting their hands dirty when no one else is willing. Assassins and antiheroes who work from the shadows, they are called the Black Knights. From the time of the society’s creation in the 1100s, these men are cursed to repeat their lives of bloodshed. But for each knight, there is one who can bring out the man that waits inside and break the cycle. The question is whether or not the knight will kill his true love before he figures it out.
Here is this book's blurb...
Gideon Maybury enjoys a life of wealth and privilege, not to mention the advantages his position offers him in his career as a merchant banker and in his less public life as a high-class, skilled, and very well-paid assassin for Her Majesty's government. When his brother dies unexpectedly, he becomes the Duke of Westmoreland.
Michael Mathison has hated Gideon since they were at university together. He’s convinced Gideon had a hand in the death of Michael’s college lover, Christopher, and that he had something to do with the death of his own brother. So he gets a job as Gideon’s driver, enabling him to investigate the circumstances surrounding the death of the elder Maybury sibling. At first his suspicions seem to be confirmed, but clues come to light that suggest all is not as it appears at Maybury Hall.
As the mystery deepens, so does the attraction between the two implacable enemies. Each has reasons not to trust the other, but neither is averse to a bit of kinky play. Gideon and Michael end up owing each other their lives, and it results in consequences neither could have imagined.
Heres where you can get it...
AmazonKoboDreamspinner Press (ebook)Dreamspinner Press (Paperback)All Romance
Read Chapter One for free
Here's a sneak peak...
Gideon Maybury stood in the front pew and gazed straight ahead. Behind him half the aristocracy in the country and plenty from farther afield had gathered to pay their last respects to his brother, the late duke. Their heads were bowed, their voices hushed as they repeated the amens at the required junctures. The Bishop of Carlisle had been prevailed upon to lead the service, though Gideon’s sister-in-law had insisted it take place at the Priory Church in Cartmel rather than at the cathedral. Lydia set great store by family tradition and history, and as the Priory Church was founded in 1190 by her ancestor William Marshall, the first earl of Pembroke, she saw no justification in going elsewhere for such a momentous occasion.Gideon let her have her way. It made no difference to him. His brother was gone and would soon melt into the annals of history, forgotten by all but his closest family. Richard left a distraught widow, but no children. So Gideon was now elevated to the lofty status of twelfth Duke of Westmoreland.It had been that easy.Lydia, his sister-in-law and, he supposed, the dowager duchess of sorts, sniffed at his side. Gideon produced a beautifully embroidered handkerchief from the pocket of his stark black suit jacket and handed it to her. She took it with a grateful but somewhat watery little smile and dabbed at her nose. Her movements were delicate, and her long, slender fingers appeared fragile as she struggled to contain her grief. Gideon knew it to be an illusion. Few people in his acquaintance were tougher than the lovely Lydia, though her sudden widowhood had dislodged even her usually unshakable composure.Gideon had a lot of time for Lydia. He liked her, and more importantly, he respected her. Lydia Maybury was a lawyer. The firm where she was a partner dealt mainly with corporate clients, because that was where the serious money was to be had, but they would make occasional forays into the murkier world of criminal defense when something interesting—or lucrative—came up. She had been married to his brother for almost five years, and they’d been disgustingly happy together, though that came as something of a surprise to Gideon. Lydia always struck him as too tough and uncompromising for the soft-hearted, affable Richard—or so Gideon thought when they announced their engagement. He had expected them to separate within a year, but he’d been wrong.Their union turned out to be a happy example of opposites attracting. Gideon was amazed, but dismissed the picture of domestic bliss as an aberration. He performed his duties as best man at their wedding, made a few crude jokes, cultivated some useful contacts among the gathered dignitaries, left Richard and Lydia to bask in a mutual adoration that he found somewhat sickly, and returned to his own, rather stellar, career in merchant banking.Five years later he was back in the same church where his brother and Lydia were married to play his part as chief mourner.
A bit about Ashe Barker...
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.
Where you can catch up with her...
www.ashebarker.com Amazon google.com/+AsheBarker Facebook Twitter
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Today on my blog Im featuring Ashe Barker's Gideon!
So glad to showcase Gideon today. It sounds enthralling. I'll let the blurb and the excerpt speak for itself.
Here's the Series blurb..
Order of the Black KnightsEvery century has its knights, but they are not always seen. Some of them do what must be done—getting their hands dirty when no one else is willing. Assassins and antiheroes who work from the shadows, they are called the Black Knights. From the time of the society’s creation in the 1100s, these men are cursed to repeat their lives of bloodshed. But for each knight, there is one who can bring out the man that waits inside and break the cycle. The question is whether or not the knight will kill his true love before he figures it out.
Here is this book's blurb...
Gideon Maybury enjoys a life of wealth and privilege, not to mention the advantages his position offers him in his career as a merchant banker and in his less public life as a high-class, skilled, and very well-paid assassin for Her Majesty's government. When his brother dies unexpectedly, he becomes the Duke of Westmoreland.
Michael Mathison has hated Gideon since they were at university together. He’s convinced Gideon had a hand in the death of Michael’s college lover, Christopher, and that he had something to do with the death of his own brother. So he gets a job as Gideon’s driver, enabling him to investigate the circumstances surrounding the death of the elder Maybury sibling. At first his suspicions seem to be confirmed, but clues come to light that suggest all is not as it appears at Maybury Hall.
As the mystery deepens, so does the attraction between the two implacable enemies. Each has reasons not to trust the other, but neither is averse to a bit of kinky play. Gideon and Michael end up owing each other their lives, and it results in consequences neither could have imagined.
Heres where you can get it...
AmazonKoboDreamspinner Press (ebook)Dreamspinner Press (Paperback)All Romance
Read Chapter One for free
Here's a sneak peak...
Gideon Maybury stood in the front pew and gazed straight ahead. Behind him half the aristocracy in the country and plenty from farther afield had gathered to pay their last respects to his brother, the late duke. Their heads were bowed, their voices hushed as they repeated the amens at the required junctures. The Bishop of Carlisle had been prevailed upon to lead the service, though Gideon’s sister-in-law had insisted it take place at the Priory Church in Cartmel rather than at the cathedral. Lydia set great store by family tradition and history, and as the Priory Church was founded in 1190 by her ancestor William Marshall, the first earl of Pembroke, she saw no justification in going elsewhere for such a momentous occasion.Gideon let her have her way. It made no difference to him. His brother was gone and would soon melt into the annals of history, forgotten by all but his closest family. Richard left a distraught widow, but no children. So Gideon was now elevated to the lofty status of twelfth Duke of Westmoreland.It had been that easy.Lydia, his sister-in-law and, he supposed, the dowager duchess of sorts, sniffed at his side. Gideon produced a beautifully embroidered handkerchief from the pocket of his stark black suit jacket and handed it to her. She took it with a grateful but somewhat watery little smile and dabbed at her nose. Her movements were delicate, and her long, slender fingers appeared fragile as she struggled to contain her grief. Gideon knew it to be an illusion. Few people in his acquaintance were tougher than the lovely Lydia, though her sudden widowhood had dislodged even her usually unshakable composure.Gideon had a lot of time for Lydia. He liked her, and more importantly, he respected her. Lydia Maybury was a lawyer. The firm where she was a partner dealt mainly with corporate clients, because that was where the serious money was to be had, but they would make occasional forays into the murkier world of criminal defense when something interesting—or lucrative—came up. She had been married to his brother for almost five years, and they’d been disgustingly happy together, though that came as something of a surprise to Gideon. Lydia always struck him as too tough and uncompromising for the soft-hearted, affable Richard—or so Gideon thought when they announced their engagement. He had expected them to separate within a year, but he’d been wrong.Their union turned out to be a happy example of opposites attracting. Gideon was amazed, but dismissed the picture of domestic bliss as an aberration. He performed his duties as best man at their wedding, made a few crude jokes, cultivated some useful contacts among the gathered dignitaries, left Richard and Lydia to bask in a mutual adoration that he found somewhat sickly, and returned to his own, rather stellar, career in merchant banking.Five years later he was back in the same church where his brother and Lydia were married to play his part as chief mourner.
A bit about Ashe Barker...
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.
Where you can catch up with her...
www.ashebarker.com Amazon google.com/+AsheBarker Facebook Twitter
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Here's the Series blurb..
Order of the Black KnightsEvery century has its knights, but they are not always seen. Some of them do what must be done—getting their hands dirty when no one else is willing. Assassins and antiheroes who work from the shadows, they are called the Black Knights. From the time of the society’s creation in the 1100s, these men are cursed to repeat their lives of bloodshed. But for each knight, there is one who can bring out the man that waits inside and break the cycle. The question is whether or not the knight will kill his true love before he figures it out.
Here is this book's blurb...
Gideon Maybury enjoys a life of wealth and privilege, not to mention the advantages his position offers him in his career as a merchant banker and in his less public life as a high-class, skilled, and very well-paid assassin for Her Majesty's government. When his brother dies unexpectedly, he becomes the Duke of Westmoreland.
Michael Mathison has hated Gideon since they were at university together. He’s convinced Gideon had a hand in the death of Michael’s college lover, Christopher, and that he had something to do with the death of his own brother. So he gets a job as Gideon’s driver, enabling him to investigate the circumstances surrounding the death of the elder Maybury sibling. At first his suspicions seem to be confirmed, but clues come to light that suggest all is not as it appears at Maybury Hall.
As the mystery deepens, so does the attraction between the two implacable enemies. Each has reasons not to trust the other, but neither is averse to a bit of kinky play. Gideon and Michael end up owing each other their lives, and it results in consequences neither could have imagined.
Heres where you can get it...
AmazonKoboDreamspinner Press (ebook)Dreamspinner Press (Paperback)All Romance
Read Chapter One for free
Here's a sneak peak...
Gideon Maybury stood in the front pew and gazed straight ahead. Behind him half the aristocracy in the country and plenty from farther afield had gathered to pay their last respects to his brother, the late duke. Their heads were bowed, their voices hushed as they repeated the amens at the required junctures. The Bishop of Carlisle had been prevailed upon to lead the service, though Gideon’s sister-in-law had insisted it take place at the Priory Church in Cartmel rather than at the cathedral. Lydia set great store by family tradition and history, and as the Priory Church was founded in 1190 by her ancestor William Marshall, the first earl of Pembroke, she saw no justification in going elsewhere for such a momentous occasion.Gideon let her have her way. It made no difference to him. His brother was gone and would soon melt into the annals of history, forgotten by all but his closest family. Richard left a distraught widow, but no children. So Gideon was now elevated to the lofty status of twelfth Duke of Westmoreland.It had been that easy.Lydia, his sister-in-law and, he supposed, the dowager duchess of sorts, sniffed at his side. Gideon produced a beautifully embroidered handkerchief from the pocket of his stark black suit jacket and handed it to her. She took it with a grateful but somewhat watery little smile and dabbed at her nose. Her movements were delicate, and her long, slender fingers appeared fragile as she struggled to contain her grief. Gideon knew it to be an illusion. Few people in his acquaintance were tougher than the lovely Lydia, though her sudden widowhood had dislodged even her usually unshakable composure.Gideon had a lot of time for Lydia. He liked her, and more importantly, he respected her. Lydia Maybury was a lawyer. The firm where she was a partner dealt mainly with corporate clients, because that was where the serious money was to be had, but they would make occasional forays into the murkier world of criminal defense when something interesting—or lucrative—came up. She had been married to his brother for almost five years, and they’d been disgustingly happy together, though that came as something of a surprise to Gideon. Lydia always struck him as too tough and uncompromising for the soft-hearted, affable Richard—or so Gideon thought when they announced their engagement. He had expected them to separate within a year, but he’d been wrong.Their union turned out to be a happy example of opposites attracting. Gideon was amazed, but dismissed the picture of domestic bliss as an aberration. He performed his duties as best man at their wedding, made a few crude jokes, cultivated some useful contacts among the gathered dignitaries, left Richard and Lydia to bask in a mutual adoration that he found somewhat sickly, and returned to his own, rather stellar, career in merchant banking.Five years later he was back in the same church where his brother and Lydia were married to play his part as chief mourner.
A bit about Ashe Barker...
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.
Where you can catch up with her...
www.ashebarker.com Amazon google.com/+AsheBarker Facebook Twitter
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October 11, 2016
Guess who I have on today? Delia Grace, with a sneak peak into her first ever publication Beautifying Bernadette!
Delia's first book has done amazingly well and I'm so happy for her. Here's a bit more about her book and a sneak peak.
Here's the blurb...
Bernie Douglas has spent her entire life feeling inferior. She has never been the perfect weight, had the perfect IQ, or caught the perfect guy. She has always been surrounded by beautiful people, high achievers and success, but she herself has decided she is destined to settle for her own mediocrity. So the day she is pulled over as she tries to multitask while driving, she isn’t truly shocked. However, the moment she meets the eyes of the policeman standing outside her car window, her entire life is turned upside down.
Bernie knows that Officer Levi Jackson is everything she is not; handsome, successful, and has the Midas touch. Everything he touches seems to flourish, and yet Bernie cannot accept that he truly wants her. No matter how she fights against his hold, she finds herself falling more and more in love with his overwhelming dominance and tender care.
Levi comes from a tight-knit family, his parents and siblings giving not only encouragement and support to one another, but helping those who come to their camp to learn that they are not worthless, that they all can fulfill their dreams. After a routine traffic stop, unable to stop thinking about the feisty, curvy woman behind the wheel, he learns that she wasn’t quite as honest with him as she’d promised. Despite her bravado, he sees a woman who is uncertain, not only about her physical appearance but about her very worth. He wants nothing more than to hold her close and teach her that she is exactly what he has been searching for his entire life… even if he has to hold her over his knees and redden her rear until she knows how very much she is loved.
Will his patient encouragement and consistent discipline be exactly what Bernie needs to get out of her rut? Or is she truly too broken to be of any use to anyone?
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and sexual scenes. It also deals with the desire to self-harm in the form of cutting. If any of these themes offend you, please do not purchase.
Here's an excerpt...
"But it’s my turn again and I have a doozy for you…” Bernie’s tummy turned, “doozy” sounded exciting, she glanced down at her plate and realized she’d been so into talking and listening she had eaten her entire omelette. Grabbing a piece of turkey bacon to gnaw on, she said, “Hit me!” Levi’s eyes twinkled. “Funny you would put it that way…” Bernie’s stomach fell and she set down the bacon. She had an inkling where this was heading, and it wasn’t a place she was sure she wanted to go. Levi stared at her intently for a long moment before continuing in a conversational tone. “Why did you tell me you were married and pregnant when you obviously are neither? And, where on earth did you get the crazy idea to say you would get spanked for a ticket? I’ll be honest, Miss Douglas, that is not an excuse I have ever heard as a reason for me to forego ticketing someone.” Bernie started playing with her napkin, ripping it into little, teeny, tiny, pieces. Levi waited patiently and, when he could tell she was not going to speak, he gently leaned over and tapped her chin with his finger and said in a gentle tone, “I asked you a question, Miss Douglas. I am not mad, but I genuinely need to know your answer.” Bernie swallowed and looked deeply into his eyes. “I… I don’t know. It just fell out. Probably because I wish it was true. I wish I had someone waiting at home to spank me for stupid choices and to hug away the pain and make me feel better and help me stop being such an idiot… and great! Now you’re going to know I am a freak. Freaky Bernie who wants her ass paddled.” Hot, angry embarrassed tears rolled down her cheeks and she couldn’t look at his face, but he grabbed her hands and squeezed. “Bernadette, you are not a freak. Not in any sense of the word. You are an incredibly attractive, interesting funny woman who I have been envisioning tossing over my knee and taking my hand to her bare butt for over three months,” he said seriously. Bernie looked up in shock, mouth wide open, so shocked the tears stopped flowing. “Yy-you what?” Levi started laughing at her expression and nodded. “If you’re a freak, then I am even more of one. Try being a cop whose job is to serve and protect and having to explain to people that your proclivities in protecting women also lead you to want to paddle their behinds until they are crimson red.” Bernie couldn’t believe her ears. She just… couldn’t. “You like to… you like to sp-sp… discipline gir-people?” She stammered out.
Levi shook his head. “Not just any people, and not just any girls either. I don’t go around swatting random ladies’ behinds or anything. To be honest, I haven’t spanked anyone in years, but, ever since that traffic stop, I’ve been dreaming about taking you in hand, Miss Douglas. Not just ‘some girl,’ but you specifically—with your curvy ass and your sassy smile and your amazing body.” He knew he was crossing all sorts of boundaries about what was appropriate, but he felt like he needed to just be as open, honest, and frank as he could be. “I want to talk you through all of the bad choices you made, not the least of which was lying to my face and then perpetuating the falsehood in the courtroom, and then expose your bare bottom, pull you over my knee and start spanking your bottom with my hand. For a long long time. Until your ass and thighs are the color of that hot number you had on last night. Then I want to stand you in the corner—on display—to think about your choices while I just watch and take in the sight.”
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A bit about Delia Grace...
Delia Grace is a mid 30's hopeless spanko and voracious reader. Married for over seven years to the first man who ever dated, spanked, kissed, or etc etc her (in that order - wink wink) she is grateful to have a real-life fairy-tale and knight in shining armor to use for inspiration in her writing. She has spent her entire life within an hour of Washington, DC, but loves to travel and meet like-minded individuals and uses all of her spare time and funds to do just that.
Here's the blurb...
Bernie Douglas has spent her entire life feeling inferior. She has never been the perfect weight, had the perfect IQ, or caught the perfect guy. She has always been surrounded by beautiful people, high achievers and success, but she herself has decided she is destined to settle for her own mediocrity. So the day she is pulled over as she tries to multitask while driving, she isn’t truly shocked. However, the moment she meets the eyes of the policeman standing outside her car window, her entire life is turned upside down.
Bernie knows that Officer Levi Jackson is everything she is not; handsome, successful, and has the Midas touch. Everything he touches seems to flourish, and yet Bernie cannot accept that he truly wants her. No matter how she fights against his hold, she finds herself falling more and more in love with his overwhelming dominance and tender care.
Levi comes from a tight-knit family, his parents and siblings giving not only encouragement and support to one another, but helping those who come to their camp to learn that they are not worthless, that they all can fulfill their dreams. After a routine traffic stop, unable to stop thinking about the feisty, curvy woman behind the wheel, he learns that she wasn’t quite as honest with him as she’d promised. Despite her bravado, he sees a woman who is uncertain, not only about her physical appearance but about her very worth. He wants nothing more than to hold her close and teach her that she is exactly what he has been searching for his entire life… even if he has to hold her over his knees and redden her rear until she knows how very much she is loved.
Will his patient encouragement and consistent discipline be exactly what Bernie needs to get out of her rut? Or is she truly too broken to be of any use to anyone?
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and sexual scenes. It also deals with the desire to self-harm in the form of cutting. If any of these themes offend you, please do not purchase.
Here's an excerpt...
"But it’s my turn again and I have a doozy for you…” Bernie’s tummy turned, “doozy” sounded exciting, she glanced down at her plate and realized she’d been so into talking and listening she had eaten her entire omelette. Grabbing a piece of turkey bacon to gnaw on, she said, “Hit me!” Levi’s eyes twinkled. “Funny you would put it that way…” Bernie’s stomach fell and she set down the bacon. She had an inkling where this was heading, and it wasn’t a place she was sure she wanted to go. Levi stared at her intently for a long moment before continuing in a conversational tone. “Why did you tell me you were married and pregnant when you obviously are neither? And, where on earth did you get the crazy idea to say you would get spanked for a ticket? I’ll be honest, Miss Douglas, that is not an excuse I have ever heard as a reason for me to forego ticketing someone.” Bernie started playing with her napkin, ripping it into little, teeny, tiny, pieces. Levi waited patiently and, when he could tell she was not going to speak, he gently leaned over and tapped her chin with his finger and said in a gentle tone, “I asked you a question, Miss Douglas. I am not mad, but I genuinely need to know your answer.” Bernie swallowed and looked deeply into his eyes. “I… I don’t know. It just fell out. Probably because I wish it was true. I wish I had someone waiting at home to spank me for stupid choices and to hug away the pain and make me feel better and help me stop being such an idiot… and great! Now you’re going to know I am a freak. Freaky Bernie who wants her ass paddled.” Hot, angry embarrassed tears rolled down her cheeks and she couldn’t look at his face, but he grabbed her hands and squeezed. “Bernadette, you are not a freak. Not in any sense of the word. You are an incredibly attractive, interesting funny woman who I have been envisioning tossing over my knee and taking my hand to her bare butt for over three months,” he said seriously. Bernie looked up in shock, mouth wide open, so shocked the tears stopped flowing. “Yy-you what?” Levi started laughing at her expression and nodded. “If you’re a freak, then I am even more of one. Try being a cop whose job is to serve and protect and having to explain to people that your proclivities in protecting women also lead you to want to paddle their behinds until they are crimson red.” Bernie couldn’t believe her ears. She just… couldn’t. “You like to… you like to sp-sp… discipline gir-people?” She stammered out.
Levi shook his head. “Not just any people, and not just any girls either. I don’t go around swatting random ladies’ behinds or anything. To be honest, I haven’t spanked anyone in years, but, ever since that traffic stop, I’ve been dreaming about taking you in hand, Miss Douglas. Not just ‘some girl,’ but you specifically—with your curvy ass and your sassy smile and your amazing body.” He knew he was crossing all sorts of boundaries about what was appropriate, but he felt like he needed to just be as open, honest, and frank as he could be. “I want to talk you through all of the bad choices you made, not the least of which was lying to my face and then perpetuating the falsehood in the courtroom, and then expose your bare bottom, pull you over my knee and start spanking your bottom with my hand. For a long long time. Until your ass and thighs are the color of that hot number you had on last night. Then I want to stand you in the corner—on display—to think about your choices while I just watch and take in the sight.”
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A bit about Delia Grace...
Delia Grace is a mid 30's hopeless spanko and voracious reader. Married for over seven years to the first man who ever dated, spanked, kissed, or etc etc her (in that order - wink wink) she is grateful to have a real-life fairy-tale and knight in shining armor to use for inspiration in her writing. She has spent her entire life within an hour of Washington, DC, but loves to travel and meet like-minded individuals and uses all of her spare time and funds to do just that.
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