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September 6, 2016
Maggie Carpenter is on my blog today with her fabulous new book The Wanton Widow!
I am so honored to have Maggie on my blog today with her new one The Wanton Widow.
Book Description
MYSTERIOUS STRANGERS. MURDER AND VENGEANCE.BLAZING PASSION.
Crackling lightening and booming thunder roar through the night, almost shaking the mansion. Lady Verity James, a widow who shuns society’s rules, is in her lavish boudoir with a secret lover when her austere butler knocks on her door. A foreign stranger, soaked through, is in the foyer.
His name is Dantae Fellini, and he claims to be the secretary to an Italian Count. Their carriage crashed, and Dantae has been sent to seek help.
She offers shelter, but quickly discovers their accident was sabotage. What secrets do the men hold? Is danger now lurking in her home? And why does Count Cavaletti appear ill-at-ease, while his secretary, with his long dark hair and blazing blue eyes, make her pulse race and her face redden.
Suddenly her life is turned upside down. Surrounded by drama and intrigue, she is swept away in an unstoppable romance, finding herself subject to discipline and unspeakably wicked pleasures.
If you enjoy suspenseful, erotic romance, look no further than Maggie Carpenter’s latest novel, a thrilling Victorian page-turner. Pick it up today.
The words he’d said rolled like thunder through his head, wiping away any doubt. He may not survive the following night. How could he wait to possess her? He could not, and with a torrid and unstoppable hunger, the fever took hold. They stripped off their clothes, but for her corset, and effortlessly lifting her into his arms, he carried to her to the dark wooden bed, carefully laid her on her stomach, and determined to have her completely naked, he began its unlacing.Feeling the corset’s release, Verity let out a long, happy breath. To have all her skin against all of his skin, could anything be more divine? As it fell away from her body, Rocco gazed at her back, then wandered his eyes down to her full, round bottom. His member, already at full attention, begged him to spread her legs and sink into her depths, but he fought the urgent request, and stretching out alongside her, he pulled her into his arms. Never had a woman felt so warm, so sensual, and so in need of him. Ardently she was responding, wriggling in his hold, roaming her hands over his body and kissing wherever her lips landed. Gripping her wrists he moved them to the sides of her head and pinned her down, then rested his weight on top of her. She tried to squirm, but it was impossible, and with a deep sigh, she stared up at him.He studied her flushed face. Her lips were moist, and as red as her rosy cheeks, her eyes were filled with her hunger, and slowly lowering his mouth to hers, he softly brushed them. It was a torturous tease, and when she chased the kiss, he pulled back. She closed her eyes with a heavy groan, then opening them, frowned up at him with a silent demand. He grinned.“Say please.”Her frown evaporated, and with a satisfied sigh, she murmured,“Please, Sir, may I have your kiss?”Her whimpered, submissive plea inflamed his passion. His mouth fell on hers with fervor, and as he devoured her lips, he placed his legs between hers and pushed them apart.“So, Lady James,” he whispered, “carrying his kiss to her ear, “you were most impolite earlier. How should I punish you?”“However you wish,” she replied, “it is not for me to say.”“Your words are correct, but are they sincere?”“Yes, My Lord, they are most sincere.”“I think you say them because you fear I might deny you certain pleasures. Tell me the truth.”Verity knew, if she lied to him, she did so at her peril.“It is true, My Lord, I do fear you will tease me and deny me and drive me mad, and though that has its own pleasure, it would be a harsh punishment indeed. I beg you, please do not discipline me that way.”“Fear not,” he purred. “the appropriate punishment will happen later, though I will deliver some sound smacks to your beautiful backside. That is something you can always expect. For now, no more talking,” he murmured, traveling his lips to her neck, “it is time for me to explore your glorious body.”BUY LINKSAmazon
goo.gl/mLi9sV
Barnes and Noblehttp://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/1124443261?ean=2940156979967
A BIT ABOUT MAGGIE
Male dominance/ female submission. My passion. It is that which I write about, and my alpha-males range from down-home, hunky, spanking cowboys, to fantasy, sword-wielding, warriors, and of course, artful romantic Dominants who don't need dollars to melt their sweet subs, (even if a few of them have mega-bucks).
There's a little bit of me in all the stories, and The British Bachelor trilogy is based on a long-distance relationship I had with a British Dominant, James Collier. When he agreed to work with me on I AM A DOMINANT, I was absolutely thrilled. This book is a first-hand account of some of his more interesting experiences, including the amusing, and intriguing story of the first time he had a woman over his lap.
I am an old-fashioned romantic, complete with my own white knight fantasies, so a red rose and heart-felt sentiment is alive and well on the pages of all my novels. If you like to sigh, please, come on in.
Last but not least, I am blessed to share my life with a precious pup, and a gorgeous mare. All creatures great and small also live close to my heart.
BEST OF 2015: SPANKING ROMANCE REVIEWS
WHEN A COWBOY LOVES A WOMAN (Contemporary Western)
THE WARRIOR AND THE MISCHIEVOUS WITCH (Paranormal)
HER DOCTOR IN CHARGE
Book Description
MYSTERIOUS STRANGERS. MURDER AND VENGEANCE.BLAZING PASSION.
Crackling lightening and booming thunder roar through the night, almost shaking the mansion. Lady Verity James, a widow who shuns society’s rules, is in her lavish boudoir with a secret lover when her austere butler knocks on her door. A foreign stranger, soaked through, is in the foyer.
His name is Dantae Fellini, and he claims to be the secretary to an Italian Count. Their carriage crashed, and Dantae has been sent to seek help.
She offers shelter, but quickly discovers their accident was sabotage. What secrets do the men hold? Is danger now lurking in her home? And why does Count Cavaletti appear ill-at-ease, while his secretary, with his long dark hair and blazing blue eyes, make her pulse race and her face redden.
Suddenly her life is turned upside down. Surrounded by drama and intrigue, she is swept away in an unstoppable romance, finding herself subject to discipline and unspeakably wicked pleasures.
If you enjoy suspenseful, erotic romance, look no further than Maggie Carpenter’s latest novel, a thrilling Victorian page-turner. Pick it up today.
The words he’d said rolled like thunder through his head, wiping away any doubt. He may not survive the following night. How could he wait to possess her? He could not, and with a torrid and unstoppable hunger, the fever took hold. They stripped off their clothes, but for her corset, and effortlessly lifting her into his arms, he carried to her to the dark wooden bed, carefully laid her on her stomach, and determined to have her completely naked, he began its unlacing.Feeling the corset’s release, Verity let out a long, happy breath. To have all her skin against all of his skin, could anything be more divine? As it fell away from her body, Rocco gazed at her back, then wandered his eyes down to her full, round bottom. His member, already at full attention, begged him to spread her legs and sink into her depths, but he fought the urgent request, and stretching out alongside her, he pulled her into his arms. Never had a woman felt so warm, so sensual, and so in need of him. Ardently she was responding, wriggling in his hold, roaming her hands over his body and kissing wherever her lips landed. Gripping her wrists he moved them to the sides of her head and pinned her down, then rested his weight on top of her. She tried to squirm, but it was impossible, and with a deep sigh, she stared up at him.He studied her flushed face. Her lips were moist, and as red as her rosy cheeks, her eyes were filled with her hunger, and slowly lowering his mouth to hers, he softly brushed them. It was a torturous tease, and when she chased the kiss, he pulled back. She closed her eyes with a heavy groan, then opening them, frowned up at him with a silent demand. He grinned.“Say please.”Her frown evaporated, and with a satisfied sigh, she murmured,“Please, Sir, may I have your kiss?”Her whimpered, submissive plea inflamed his passion. His mouth fell on hers with fervor, and as he devoured her lips, he placed his legs between hers and pushed them apart.“So, Lady James,” he whispered, “carrying his kiss to her ear, “you were most impolite earlier. How should I punish you?”“However you wish,” she replied, “it is not for me to say.”“Your words are correct, but are they sincere?”“Yes, My Lord, they are most sincere.”“I think you say them because you fear I might deny you certain pleasures. Tell me the truth.”Verity knew, if she lied to him, she did so at her peril.“It is true, My Lord, I do fear you will tease me and deny me and drive me mad, and though that has its own pleasure, it would be a harsh punishment indeed. I beg you, please do not discipline me that way.”“Fear not,” he purred. “the appropriate punishment will happen later, though I will deliver some sound smacks to your beautiful backside. That is something you can always expect. For now, no more talking,” he murmured, traveling his lips to her neck, “it is time for me to explore your glorious body.”BUY LINKSAmazon
goo.gl/mLi9sV
Barnes and Noblehttp://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/1124443261?ean=2940156979967
A BIT ABOUT MAGGIE
Male dominance/ female submission. My passion. It is that which I write about, and my alpha-males range from down-home, hunky, spanking cowboys, to fantasy, sword-wielding, warriors, and of course, artful romantic Dominants who don't need dollars to melt their sweet subs, (even if a few of them have mega-bucks).
There's a little bit of me in all the stories, and The British Bachelor trilogy is based on a long-distance relationship I had with a British Dominant, James Collier. When he agreed to work with me on I AM A DOMINANT, I was absolutely thrilled. This book is a first-hand account of some of his more interesting experiences, including the amusing, and intriguing story of the first time he had a woman over his lap.
I am an old-fashioned romantic, complete with my own white knight fantasies, so a red rose and heart-felt sentiment is alive and well on the pages of all my novels. If you like to sigh, please, come on in.
Last but not least, I am blessed to share my life with a precious pup, and a gorgeous mare. All creatures great and small also live close to my heart.
BEST OF 2015: SPANKING ROMANCE REVIEWS
WHEN A COWBOY LOVES A WOMAN (Contemporary Western)
THE WARRIOR AND THE MISCHIEVOUS WITCH (Paranormal)
HER DOCTOR IN CHARGE
September 4, 2016
Jaye Peaches is on my blog today with her new book The Highlander's Mate!
This book sounds like it has something for everyone. Can't wait to get my hands on The Highlander's Mate!
Here's the blurb...When Claire Armitage’s fiancé, Captain Felix Hughes, informs her that he must interrupt their courtship to travel to his estate in Scotland on urgent business, she is distraught. Refusing to wait patiently for his return as he instructed, she instead journeys to the highlands on her own to join him, but upon her arrival she quickly discovers that he will not tolerate such reckless behaviour.
Resolved to demonstrate to his future bride that disobedience will have consequences, Felix takes Claire over his knee for a thorough spanking on her bare bottom. But chastising her in such a fashion awakens desires in him that are too powerful to control, and to protect her innocence he attempts to send her back home to England until he can make her his wife.
Claire cannot be dissuaded from returning once more to Felix’s side, however, even if it means submitting to any punishment he sees fit and then surrendering completely to his lustful dominance. But when she learns the true reason for his visit to the ancient home of his family, and sees with her own eyes that Felix is much more than an ordinary laird, will Claire still yearn for him to claim her?
Publisher’s Note: The Highlander’s Mate is a stand-alone sequel to His Lordship’s Mate. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Here's an excerpt...
“Now, Claire, kneel upon the seat of this armchair and bend over the back.”The leather creaked as she knelt. Crossing her ankles, so to keep her legs locked tight together, she leaned over the top and bent, lifting her bottom to the apex of the chair’s back. She cringed with shame at her exposed position. Once again he was afforded the opportunity to see parts of her anatomy that no man had ever set eyes upon. She wished it was over swiftly.“Good,” he said. “Let us commence with this most unfortunate punishment.”The smack of his hand swept up an arse cheek. She jolted, her hips jarring against the seat. She bit on her lower lip, nipping it with her teeth. Neither a sting nor a thud, it seemed as if his whole hand covered her lobe. Bent over with her skin drawn tight, she hadn’t the benefit of cushioning flesh.Another slap on the other cheek, then back to the first. He repeated the alternating swipes in quick succession. Claire could barely snatch a breath between them and she screwed up her eyes, yelping softly with each spank.“You left Inverness on your own, in the company of strange men in defiance of my directive. Such naughtiness and blatant disobedience. Bad girl.” He rattled his spanks on her hind end, aiming at the same area repeatedly.“Ooo, I’m sorry,” she bleated.The flurry of smacks continued and she jerked and squirmed, paddling her feet on the edge of the seat. Felix pressed his spare hand on her lower back and held her steady.“Bad, bad girl,” he reiterated, punctuating his words with hard slaps. “Do you have any idea how much heartache you have caused me?” He paused.“Too much.” She sniffed and tears dripped off the end of her nose.“Do you feel suitably punished?”What a question. Yes, she wanted to shout. Her bottom was on fire and whatever residue of cold lurked beneath her skin, the heat of the spanking had toasted it. No more, please—she almost shrieked, but she held back. Something else was happening to her and it wasn’t about the pain or humiliation. She pictured herself, bent over and spanked, under the dutiful care of the man she wished to marry, and it caused an amazing tingling in her pussy. What kind of sight was that to him? Abhorrent or delightful?She had to find out. Without his permission, she parted her legs and showed him her most prized place.
Where you can buy it... Amazon
A bit about Jaye Peaches...I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.
Where you can find her...Newsletter sign up Find me on Twitter Find me on Facebook Amazon Author Page Goodreads Author Page InstagramManic ReadersBlog
Here's the blurb...When Claire Armitage’s fiancé, Captain Felix Hughes, informs her that he must interrupt their courtship to travel to his estate in Scotland on urgent business, she is distraught. Refusing to wait patiently for his return as he instructed, she instead journeys to the highlands on her own to join him, but upon her arrival she quickly discovers that he will not tolerate such reckless behaviour.
Resolved to demonstrate to his future bride that disobedience will have consequences, Felix takes Claire over his knee for a thorough spanking on her bare bottom. But chastising her in such a fashion awakens desires in him that are too powerful to control, and to protect her innocence he attempts to send her back home to England until he can make her his wife.
Claire cannot be dissuaded from returning once more to Felix’s side, however, even if it means submitting to any punishment he sees fit and then surrendering completely to his lustful dominance. But when she learns the true reason for his visit to the ancient home of his family, and sees with her own eyes that Felix is much more than an ordinary laird, will Claire still yearn for him to claim her?
Publisher’s Note: The Highlander’s Mate is a stand-alone sequel to His Lordship’s Mate. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Here's an excerpt...
“Now, Claire, kneel upon the seat of this armchair and bend over the back.”The leather creaked as she knelt. Crossing her ankles, so to keep her legs locked tight together, she leaned over the top and bent, lifting her bottom to the apex of the chair’s back. She cringed with shame at her exposed position. Once again he was afforded the opportunity to see parts of her anatomy that no man had ever set eyes upon. She wished it was over swiftly.“Good,” he said. “Let us commence with this most unfortunate punishment.”The smack of his hand swept up an arse cheek. She jolted, her hips jarring against the seat. She bit on her lower lip, nipping it with her teeth. Neither a sting nor a thud, it seemed as if his whole hand covered her lobe. Bent over with her skin drawn tight, she hadn’t the benefit of cushioning flesh.Another slap on the other cheek, then back to the first. He repeated the alternating swipes in quick succession. Claire could barely snatch a breath between them and she screwed up her eyes, yelping softly with each spank.“You left Inverness on your own, in the company of strange men in defiance of my directive. Such naughtiness and blatant disobedience. Bad girl.” He rattled his spanks on her hind end, aiming at the same area repeatedly.“Ooo, I’m sorry,” she bleated.The flurry of smacks continued and she jerked and squirmed, paddling her feet on the edge of the seat. Felix pressed his spare hand on her lower back and held her steady.“Bad, bad girl,” he reiterated, punctuating his words with hard slaps. “Do you have any idea how much heartache you have caused me?” He paused.“Too much.” She sniffed and tears dripped off the end of her nose.“Do you feel suitably punished?”What a question. Yes, she wanted to shout. Her bottom was on fire and whatever residue of cold lurked beneath her skin, the heat of the spanking had toasted it. No more, please—she almost shrieked, but she held back. Something else was happening to her and it wasn’t about the pain or humiliation. She pictured herself, bent over and spanked, under the dutiful care of the man she wished to marry, and it caused an amazing tingling in her pussy. What kind of sight was that to him? Abhorrent or delightful?She had to find out. Without his permission, she parted her legs and showed him her most prized place.
Where you can buy it... Amazon
A bit about Jaye Peaches...I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.
Where you can find her...Newsletter sign up Find me on Twitter Find me on Facebook Amazon Author Page Goodreads Author Page InstagramManic ReadersBlog
September 3, 2016
Today I have Amelia Smarts on my blog with a glimpse into Corralling Callie!
I really like the look of Corralling Callie and can't wait to read it!
Here's the blurb...
For eighteen-year-old orphan Callie Broderick, going west as a mail-order bride seems to be the only hope she has for a decent husband. But when she sets out for the gold-mining town of Sacramento with nothing more than the clothes on her back and a stagecoach ticket, she quickly discovers that the trip will be quite a bit different than she expected.
As a former soldier and an experienced coachman, Jude Johnson is used to difficulties and dangers of all kinds during the arduous journey west, but he has never had to deal with trouble like Callie before. Not being the kind of man to kick a penniless orphan off his coach, he puts up with the sassy, disobedient girl for as long as he can, but when Callie’s antics put the lives of his passengers at risk Jude is forced to take matters into his own hands and spank her soundly.
The stern punishment leaves her thoroughly chastened and promising to behave, and Jude soon realizes that when she puts aside her foul-mouthed, defiant façade, the real Callie is as sweet and kind as she is beautiful. As the days pass, he takes it upon himself to guide her, care for her, and give her the loving discipline she so desperately needs, as often as she needs it. But when they reach their destination, will he be able to give her up?
Publisher’s Note: Corralling Callie includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Here's the excerpt...
Jude had a good aim and could strike a small target from ten feet away with the end of his horsewhip every time. He practiced whipping often because it was important that a horsewhip be used with complete precision during every part of the journey. Aiming a folded belt at a girl’s upended backside from less than a yard away was decidedly less complicated. That was why each lick he gave her landed in a neat line from the fleshiest part of her bottom down to the tops of her thighs, not once lashing the same spot twice.
After the three promised licks, he removed his hand from her back. She hopped from foot to foot and reached around with both hands to grab her smarting backside.
He made a last-minute decision. “You’re getting one more lick for the lies you’ve told,” Jude informed her sternly. “Get back into position.”
“But… what lies?” she asked in a whine.
He scoffed. “Where do I start? How about you being taught how to shoot by Jesse James, or being taught how to nurse by Florence Nightingale?”
“But that’s the truth,” she protested. “I swear it.”
“All right then. What about you knowing how to handle a whip on account of your pa owning more horses than everyone else in Missouri? Or being able to fix every part of a wagon?”
She hesitated for a moment, but then said with lift of her chin, “I told the truth about those things too.”
Jude let out an exasperated sigh. He’d hoped she would be forthright and clear her conscience. Out of all those lies, there was only one he could prove. He stepped a few paces away and removed his horsewhip from his hip. “Come here,” he ordered, as he flicked the handle with his wrist to uncoil it.
Callie trudged to him, eyeing the whip warily. He handed it to her. “If you can hit the trunk of that tree,” he said, pointing at a thin baby oak about ten feet away, “I’ll believe you about your whipping skills, and I won’t punish you for lying. You have three tries.”
Where you can buy it...
AMAZON US: http://amzn.to/2b86qXW
AMAZON UK: http://amzn.to/2bbsbYuBARNES & NOBLE: http://bit.ly/2btg9gwALL ROMANCE EBOOKS: http://bit.ly/2b83YmX
Also by Amelia Smarts and Stormy Night Publications...
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 find her...Blog: http://ameliasmarts.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/author.amelia.smartsTwitter: https://twitter.com/AmeliaSmarts @ameliasmartsGoodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/ameliasmartsAmazon: https://www.amazon.com/Amelia-Smarts/e/B018IRLWOE/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
Here's the blurb...
For eighteen-year-old orphan Callie Broderick, going west as a mail-order bride seems to be the only hope she has for a decent husband. But when she sets out for the gold-mining town of Sacramento with nothing more than the clothes on her back and a stagecoach ticket, she quickly discovers that the trip will be quite a bit different than she expected.
As a former soldier and an experienced coachman, Jude Johnson is used to difficulties and dangers of all kinds during the arduous journey west, but he has never had to deal with trouble like Callie before. Not being the kind of man to kick a penniless orphan off his coach, he puts up with the sassy, disobedient girl for as long as he can, but when Callie’s antics put the lives of his passengers at risk Jude is forced to take matters into his own hands and spank her soundly.
The stern punishment leaves her thoroughly chastened and promising to behave, and Jude soon realizes that when she puts aside her foul-mouthed, defiant façade, the real Callie is as sweet and kind as she is beautiful. As the days pass, he takes it upon himself to guide her, care for her, and give her the loving discipline she so desperately needs, as often as she needs it. But when they reach their destination, will he be able to give her up?
Publisher’s Note: Corralling Callie includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Here's the excerpt...
Jude had a good aim and could strike a small target from ten feet away with the end of his horsewhip every time. He practiced whipping often because it was important that a horsewhip be used with complete precision during every part of the journey. Aiming a folded belt at a girl’s upended backside from less than a yard away was decidedly less complicated. That was why each lick he gave her landed in a neat line from the fleshiest part of her bottom down to the tops of her thighs, not once lashing the same spot twice.
After the three promised licks, he removed his hand from her back. She hopped from foot to foot and reached around with both hands to grab her smarting backside.
He made a last-minute decision. “You’re getting one more lick for the lies you’ve told,” Jude informed her sternly. “Get back into position.”
“But… what lies?” she asked in a whine.
He scoffed. “Where do I start? How about you being taught how to shoot by Jesse James, or being taught how to nurse by Florence Nightingale?”
“But that’s the truth,” she protested. “I swear it.”
“All right then. What about you knowing how to handle a whip on account of your pa owning more horses than everyone else in Missouri? Or being able to fix every part of a wagon?”
She hesitated for a moment, but then said with lift of her chin, “I told the truth about those things too.”
Jude let out an exasperated sigh. He’d hoped she would be forthright and clear her conscience. Out of all those lies, there was only one he could prove. He stepped a few paces away and removed his horsewhip from his hip. “Come here,” he ordered, as he flicked the handle with his wrist to uncoil it.
Callie trudged to him, eyeing the whip warily. He handed it to her. “If you can hit the trunk of that tree,” he said, pointing at a thin baby oak about ten feet away, “I’ll believe you about your whipping skills, and I won’t punish you for lying. You have three tries.”
Where you can buy it...
AMAZON US: http://amzn.to/2b86qXW
AMAZON UK: http://amzn.to/2bbsbYuBARNES & NOBLE: http://bit.ly/2btg9gwALL ROMANCE EBOOKS: http://bit.ly/2b83YmX
Also by Amelia Smarts and Stormy Night Publications...
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 find her...Blog: http://ameliasmarts.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/author.amelia.smartsTwitter: https://twitter.com/AmeliaSmarts @ameliasmartsGoodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/ameliasmartsAmazon: https://www.amazon.com/Amelia-Smarts/e/B018IRLWOE/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
August 29, 2016
Guess who's over at my my place? Jane Henry and Maisy Archer with their new cowritten book Her Protector!
I am so pleased to have both Jane Henry and Maisy Archer here to talk about their new book Her Protector (Boston Doms Book 3).
Here's the blurb...
Tony Angelico thinks he knows all about Dominants and submissives. After all, his two brothers are unapologetic Dominants with long-term submissive partners. Tony also knows that Tessa, the woman who works for him… the one girl he can't get out of his mind… is interested in the lifestyle. But he wants no part of bossing women around, let alone dominating them.
Tessa Damon craves the attention and discipline of a strong, dominant alpha male, but she's not been able to find what she's looking for. She's attracted to Tony, and can't help fantasizing about being taken over his knee for a sound spanking. She longs for the release and comfort of submitting to a man she can trust.
The night Tony decides to give it a shot, everything changes. But can Tessa be healed from her abusive past, and find that she's worthy of love? Can they find a path that works for both of them? Will Tony finally understand that there is no one definition to cover every nuance of what being a Dominant means – not when his heart and soul know that he wants nothing more than to assume the role of Tessa's protector?
DISCLAIMER: This book contains explicit themes, including the spanking of adult women and other BDSM scenarios. The book also includes a self-harm scene involving “cutting”. If such material is likely to offend or trigger you in some way, please do not read.
Here's a sneak peak...
“Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice so gentle, it seemed almost ironic he was talking about spanking her. His gentleness made the tears threaten to fall again, her throat clogged with them. She’d been bossed around and tied up, ordered into submission and whipped, but never had any of the men she was with asked her not only what she wanted, but what she needed.“A real spanking,” she whispered. “One that hurts. I want to feel your strength.”One of his hands wrapped around her waist, and her hand instinctively flew back. He grasped it, holding her hand, a gesture that was at once intimate and assuring, pressing her hand, engulfed in his large one, into the small of her back as the first smack of his hand fell. Her panties were thin and his hand large; the sting from the single swat hurt more than she’d expected.“Ow,” she said in a little voice.“Too hard?” he asked, squeezing her hand in the small of her back.“Noooo, no no no, please, Tony,” she said. “Not too hard. That’s perfect.” Another sound smack jolted her, and now he was spanking her in earnest, his palm rising and descending, and the heat of each spank warmed her skin, beginning with a jolt of pain that quickly spread to warmth, and her clit zinged with each stroke…
Here's where you can get it...
AMAZON US AMAZON UKBARNES & NOBLE BLUSHING BOOKS
Other Books in the Boston Doms series...
My Dom (Boston Doms, Book 1)
Available at:
Blushing BooksAmazon.comBarnes and Noble
His Submissive (Boston Doms, Book 2)Available at:
Available at:Blushing BooksBarnes & Noble Amazon.com
A bit about Jane Henry and Maisy Archer...
Jane HenryJane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. In 2012, she became interested in the d/s lifestyle, and has discovered her love for writing romance with a d/s twist. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.Maisy Archer Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves - coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family - her love of words has only continued to grow... in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.
Where to follow them...
Maisy Archer:FacebookTwitterMaisy's Amazon Author Page
Jane Henry:Facebook TwitterJane's Amazon Author Page
Jane and Maisy's Blog
Here's the blurb...
Tony Angelico thinks he knows all about Dominants and submissives. After all, his two brothers are unapologetic Dominants with long-term submissive partners. Tony also knows that Tessa, the woman who works for him… the one girl he can't get out of his mind… is interested in the lifestyle. But he wants no part of bossing women around, let alone dominating them.
Tessa Damon craves the attention and discipline of a strong, dominant alpha male, but she's not been able to find what she's looking for. She's attracted to Tony, and can't help fantasizing about being taken over his knee for a sound spanking. She longs for the release and comfort of submitting to a man she can trust.
The night Tony decides to give it a shot, everything changes. But can Tessa be healed from her abusive past, and find that she's worthy of love? Can they find a path that works for both of them? Will Tony finally understand that there is no one definition to cover every nuance of what being a Dominant means – not when his heart and soul know that he wants nothing more than to assume the role of Tessa's protector?
DISCLAIMER: This book contains explicit themes, including the spanking of adult women and other BDSM scenarios. The book also includes a self-harm scene involving “cutting”. If such material is likely to offend or trigger you in some way, please do not read.
Here's a sneak peak...
“Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice so gentle, it seemed almost ironic he was talking about spanking her. His gentleness made the tears threaten to fall again, her throat clogged with them. She’d been bossed around and tied up, ordered into submission and whipped, but never had any of the men she was with asked her not only what she wanted, but what she needed.“A real spanking,” she whispered. “One that hurts. I want to feel your strength.”One of his hands wrapped around her waist, and her hand instinctively flew back. He grasped it, holding her hand, a gesture that was at once intimate and assuring, pressing her hand, engulfed in his large one, into the small of her back as the first smack of his hand fell. Her panties were thin and his hand large; the sting from the single swat hurt more than she’d expected.“Ow,” she said in a little voice.“Too hard?” he asked, squeezing her hand in the small of her back.“Noooo, no no no, please, Tony,” she said. “Not too hard. That’s perfect.” Another sound smack jolted her, and now he was spanking her in earnest, his palm rising and descending, and the heat of each spank warmed her skin, beginning with a jolt of pain that quickly spread to warmth, and her clit zinged with each stroke…
Here's where you can get it...
AMAZON US AMAZON UKBARNES & NOBLE BLUSHING BOOKS
Other Books in the Boston Doms series...
My Dom (Boston Doms, Book 1) Available at:
Blushing BooksAmazon.comBarnes and Noble
His Submissive (Boston Doms, Book 2)Available at: Available at:Blushing BooksBarnes & Noble Amazon.com
A bit about Jane Henry and Maisy Archer...
Jane HenryJane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. In 2012, she became interested in the d/s lifestyle, and has discovered her love for writing romance with a d/s twist. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.Maisy Archer Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves - coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family - her love of words has only continued to grow... in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.
Where to follow them...
Maisy Archer:FacebookTwitterMaisy's Amazon Author Page
Jane Henry:Facebook TwitterJane's Amazon Author Page
Jane and Maisy's Blog
August 21, 2016
Today I have Morganna Williams visiting me with a hot new compilation called Properly Punished!
I am so happy to read more about Properly Punished. Sounds hot right?
Here's the Blurb...
Don’t miss this collection of twenty-two short stories, each featuring a firm-handed man who knows exactly how to deal with a misbehaving woman. Sometimes a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking will suffice, while other times more thorough, humiliating punishments will be needed, but no matter what the naughty girl in question will be left with her cheeks blushing, her backside blazing, and her body burning with desire.
Publisher’s Note: Properly Punished is a collection of short stories which include spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that these stories have been previously published on the author’s blog.
Here's an excerpt...
“I really don’t think this is a good idea,” I said nervously as he spun me around the hallway, and I made a halfhearted attempt to pull away, which he firmly checked.“You will dance with me, Anna,” he said sternly, capturing my gaze once more.The beat of the music leapt into my veins, my heart suddenly pounding along with it as if keeping time. It was intoxicating… being swung around the room in the arms of one of the most handsome men I knew.I let the music take me and gave myself over to my masterful partner. When the music slowed he pulled me in close, halting for a moment. As I rested against him, time seemed to stand still.A gentle hand lifted my chin so I was staring once more into the depths of his dark eyes. I felt trapped, completely captivated by what I saw there… stark need… a need that seemed to mirror my own.Eric’s hand stroked lightly down my cheek as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss against my lips. Then he smiled and let me go; taking my hand, he led me down the hall. Away from the party… away from prying eyes… he pulled me after him into the big study where he did most of his business.My much smaller office was a few doors down, where I typed his notes and kept up with his busy schedule.Eric let go of my hand as he closed the door after us; silence filled the room. My heart was now beating so fast I thought it might burst. Surely he could hear it; it seemed so loud in the quiet.“You’ve been very naughty, Anna,” he told me softly.A flush of heat filled me at his words, a pool of moisture springing forth between my thighs. It was as if he’d read my most secret thoughts… dark needs and cravings I never dared to voice. It frightened me a little and I started to back away.“No.” The word was quietly spoken, but the command was still implicit and I froze in place.“I…” I couldn’t think of anything to say, really… it had just been an attempt to fill the gap and close the silence between us.“There’s no need to speak, Anna. As I said, you’ve been very naughty and I plan to remedy that immediately,” Eric said calmly.I blinked up at him, hardly daring to hope this was really happening. Shaking my head as if to clear it, I almost laughed at myself; I was being silly. He was probably about to chew me out for some major clerical errors on his correspondence, but I had to ask. “How?”
“I’m going to spank you, of course, Anna. It’s long overdue. I’m going to turn you over my knee and spank your bare bottom for denying yourself so many things over the years and then I’m going to bend you over that desk and make you mine.” The words were spoken with such surety I almost came spontaneously at the imagery they invoked. “You know you need a spanking, don’t you?”
Where you can get it...
Amazon Buy Link:
https://goo.gl/7eanqH
AmazonUK buy link:
https://goo.gl/8wT9zY
Where can you get in touch with Morgana…
Email- morgannawilliams1970@gmail.com
Facebook- https://goo.gl/tjTl7R
Today I have Morgan Williams visiting me with a hot new compilation called Properly Punished!
I am so happy to read more about Properly Punished. Sounds hot right?
Here's the Blurb...
Don’t miss this collection of twenty-two short stories, each featuring a firm-handed man who knows exactly how to deal with a misbehaving woman. Sometimes a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking will suffice, while other times more thorough, humiliating punishments will be needed, but no matter what the naughty girl in question will be left with her cheeks blushing, her backside blazing, and her body burning with desire.
Publisher’s Note: Properly Punished is a collection of short stories which include spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that these stories have been previously published on the author’s blog.
Here's an excerpt...
“I really don’t think this is a good idea,” I said nervously as he spun me around the hallway, and I made a halfhearted attempt to pull away, which he firmly checked.“You will dance with me, Anna,” he said sternly, capturing my gaze once more.The beat of the music leapt into my veins, my heart suddenly pounding along with it as if keeping time. It was intoxicating… being swung around the room in the arms of one of the most handsome men I knew.I let the music take me and gave myself over to my masterful partner. When the music slowed he pulled me in close, halting for a moment. As I rested against him, time seemed to stand still.A gentle hand lifted my chin so I was staring once more into the depths of his dark eyes. I felt trapped, completely captivated by what I saw there… stark need… a need that seemed to mirror my own.Eric’s hand stroked lightly down my cheek as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss against my lips. Then he smiled and let me go; taking my hand, he led me down the hall. Away from the party… away from prying eyes… he pulled me after him into the big study where he did most of his business.My much smaller office was a few doors down, where I typed his notes and kept up with his busy schedule.Eric let go of my hand as he closed the door after us; silence filled the room. My heart was now beating so fast I thought it might burst. Surely he could hear it; it seemed so loud in the quiet.“You’ve been very naughty, Anna,” he told me softly.A flush of heat filled me at his words, a pool of moisture springing forth between my thighs. It was as if he’d read my most secret thoughts… dark needs and cravings I never dared to voice. It frightened me a little and I started to back away.“No.” The word was quietly spoken, but the command was still implicit and I froze in place.“I…” I couldn’t think of anything to say, really… it had just been an attempt to fill the gap and close the silence between us.“There’s no need to speak, Anna. As I said, you’ve been very naughty and I plan to remedy that immediately,” Eric said calmly.I blinked up at him, hardly daring to hope this was really happening. Shaking my head as if to clear it, I almost laughed at myself; I was being silly. He was probably about to chew me out for some major clerical errors on his correspondence, but I had to ask. “How?”
“I’m going to spank you, of course, Anna. It’s long overdue. I’m going to turn you over my knee and spank your bare bottom for denying yourself so many things over the years and then I’m going to bend you over that desk and make you mine.” The words were spoken with such surety I almost came spontaneously at the imagery they invoked. “You know you need a spanking, don’t you?”
Where you can get it...
Amazon Buy Link:
https://goo.gl/7eanqH
AmazonUK buy link:
https://goo.gl/8wT9zY
Where can you get in touch with Morgana…
Email- morgannawilliams1970@gmail.com
Facebook- https://goo.gl/tjTl7R
August 18, 2016
Today I am honored to have Rachel de Vine visited me to talk about the new book she has written under the name of Juliette Banks! "The Artist".
The ArtistBy Juliette Banks
Hello Constance, and thanks for having me on your blog today. I would love to tell you about my new book The Artist. Some of you will know me as Rachel de Vine, but my next book, The Artist, is being released under a new name of Juliette Banks. Let me show you the cover of the new book.
Here is the blurb:
Lizzie is a pretty, but quite simple village girl when circumstances lead her to the artist, Theo. She made a bad marriage to Lionel, a man who mistreated her, and who then threw her out when she refused to sell her body on the streets for him. Now she is trying to make her way alone.
Theo is the rebellious son of a Viscount, who left his privileged background to pursue his chosen career as an artist. His favourite subjects are pretty young women whom he paints in the nude. He is delighted, therefore, when the beautiful Lizzie knocks on his door one day and offers her services as a model.
It is only a matter of days before the mutual attraction ignites between them and they become lovers. Despite village gossip, they are happy. Until Lionel, hearing that his wife is now living with the artist, erupts in a jealous rage and snatches her back while Theo is away and unable to protect her.
Upon finding Lizzie gone, Theo sets off in hot pursuit, determined to find the model for whom his feelings are growing daily. He soon catches up with Lizzie and Lionel, but during the hot-headed rescue, things take a tricky turn with an unexpected consequence.
Lionel is dead.
Unwilling to be charged with murder, and possibly hanged, Theo and Lizzie flee to Italy, where they try to start a new life together. But the past has a way of catching up with everyone, and they are no exception.
Can the love between a son of a Viscount and an illiterate country girl survive after such a troubled start? And will they have to face justice for the murder of Lizzie’s husband?
This is an erotic tale of a young couple in mid-nineteenth century England and Italy, with some explicit themes, including spanking.
Here's where you can buy it...
Amazon: goo.gl/MkpPzw Barnes and Noble: goo.gl/9JNcO Blushing Books: goo.gl/i4c8hg
"You are corrupting me, Theo." "But you like being corrupted, don't you, sweet girl?"
Here is an excerpt from the book.
It was pure chance that he picked Oak Lane to stroll down. It was a pretty walk, with magnificent, fully-grown oak trees that gave it its name, and a stream meandering in the dip by the side of the road amongst the trees. Just before he reached the farm entrance, he spotted movement below him. Creeping a little closer he realized it was Lizzie, having her morning wash in the stream, and he darted behind one of the trees to watch without being seen. It was foolish to hide, he told himself, when he could look at that wonderful body all day while he painted her. But there was something wonderfully erotic in spying in secret his little flame-haired model, performing her morning ablutions. She clearly thought herself completely hidden from prying eyes, for there was not a trace of inhibition in her movements. Lizzie was standing ankle deep at the edge of the water, and had tucked her skirt up on either side of her body to avoid it getting wet. The blouse she wore on the top half of her body was unbuttoned halfway down her chest, and the soft roundness of the top of her breasts were peeking out through the gap. She had a rag in her hand and pushed it down the opened buttons and under her arms. The dampness from the rag caught against the front of the blouse and made the material stick to her breasts, causing her nipples to stand to attention. That was not the only thing that was standing to attention. In his trousers, Theo felt his cock expanding and straining against the rough material. A bird chirped on one of the branches above Lizzie's head, and she raised her face to look up at it. Her pose, with her mass of auburn hair flowing backwards down her back, lips open and breasts pushing outwards against her blouse, made the artist in Theo want to paint her in such a pose, and made the man in Theo want to fuck that woman so badly he was afraid he might come in his trousers. Having washed her upper body, Lizzie now concentrated on the lower half. Theo was unsure whether he could safely watch without giving himself away by a sigh or a groan. She bent forwards to rinse the rag in the water, away from where Theo was hidden, and he caught a glance of her perfect, shapely bottom peeking out from the bottom of her skirt. What a glorious arse, he thought to himself, and what he wouldn't give to bring the palm of his hand down on that soft, creamy flesh, leaving the imprint of his hand on her behind. In his usual insouciant way, and careless of whether anyone was watching, Theo slid his hand down the front of his trousers and massaged his cock while Lizzie pushed the rag up the front of her skirt and through her thighs, to clean the area where Theo longed for his cock to be right now. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined his own hand reaching up between her legs and around her sweet little quim. When he opened them again, Lizzie was already walking out of the stream, pulling her skirt back down and buttoning her blouse. Theo pulled back behind the tree in case she looked up towards the lane and saw him. When next he dared to look, she had gone. He walked quickly to reach his home so that he could relieve the ache in his groin. If he didn't get rid of that erection before Lizzie arrived at mid-day he doubted that he would be able to control himself in her presence, and he didn't want to scare her away. No, he had best finish his picture first before he gave in to his baser desires. She found him intriguing and a little dangerous. He found her irresistible.
*****I can be contacted at www.juliettebanksauthor@gmail.comAnd my Facebook page is http://facebook.com/juliettebanksauthorOr I can be found on Twitter at www.twitter.com/juliettebanksukI don’t yet have a separate website for Juliette Banks, but information about this book can be found at my Rachel de Vine site, which can be found at www.racheldevineauthor.com If you read any of my books I will be your friend forever if you leave a review at the site where you purchased the book. Many thanks. Juliette x
The clip art of the artist’s palette is used courtesy of Clipart.co
Clip art image by Cliparts.co
Hello Constance, and thanks for having me on your blog today. I would love to tell you about my new book The Artist. Some of you will know me as Rachel de Vine, but my next book, The Artist, is being released under a new name of Juliette Banks. Let me show you the cover of the new book.
Here is the blurb:
Lizzie is a pretty, but quite simple village girl when circumstances lead her to the artist, Theo. She made a bad marriage to Lionel, a man who mistreated her, and who then threw her out when she refused to sell her body on the streets for him. Now she is trying to make her way alone.
Theo is the rebellious son of a Viscount, who left his privileged background to pursue his chosen career as an artist. His favourite subjects are pretty young women whom he paints in the nude. He is delighted, therefore, when the beautiful Lizzie knocks on his door one day and offers her services as a model.
It is only a matter of days before the mutual attraction ignites between them and they become lovers. Despite village gossip, they are happy. Until Lionel, hearing that his wife is now living with the artist, erupts in a jealous rage and snatches her back while Theo is away and unable to protect her.
Upon finding Lizzie gone, Theo sets off in hot pursuit, determined to find the model for whom his feelings are growing daily. He soon catches up with Lizzie and Lionel, but during the hot-headed rescue, things take a tricky turn with an unexpected consequence.
Lionel is dead.
Unwilling to be charged with murder, and possibly hanged, Theo and Lizzie flee to Italy, where they try to start a new life together. But the past has a way of catching up with everyone, and they are no exception.
Can the love between a son of a Viscount and an illiterate country girl survive after such a troubled start? And will they have to face justice for the murder of Lizzie’s husband?
This is an erotic tale of a young couple in mid-nineteenth century England and Italy, with some explicit themes, including spanking.
Here's where you can buy it...
Amazon: goo.gl/MkpPzw Barnes and Noble: goo.gl/9JNcO Blushing Books: goo.gl/i4c8hg
"You are corrupting me, Theo." "But you like being corrupted, don't you, sweet girl?"
Here is an excerpt from the book.
It was pure chance that he picked Oak Lane to stroll down. It was a pretty walk, with magnificent, fully-grown oak trees that gave it its name, and a stream meandering in the dip by the side of the road amongst the trees. Just before he reached the farm entrance, he spotted movement below him. Creeping a little closer he realized it was Lizzie, having her morning wash in the stream, and he darted behind one of the trees to watch without being seen. It was foolish to hide, he told himself, when he could look at that wonderful body all day while he painted her. But there was something wonderfully erotic in spying in secret his little flame-haired model, performing her morning ablutions. She clearly thought herself completely hidden from prying eyes, for there was not a trace of inhibition in her movements. Lizzie was standing ankle deep at the edge of the water, and had tucked her skirt up on either side of her body to avoid it getting wet. The blouse she wore on the top half of her body was unbuttoned halfway down her chest, and the soft roundness of the top of her breasts were peeking out through the gap. She had a rag in her hand and pushed it down the opened buttons and under her arms. The dampness from the rag caught against the front of the blouse and made the material stick to her breasts, causing her nipples to stand to attention. That was not the only thing that was standing to attention. In his trousers, Theo felt his cock expanding and straining against the rough material. A bird chirped on one of the branches above Lizzie's head, and she raised her face to look up at it. Her pose, with her mass of auburn hair flowing backwards down her back, lips open and breasts pushing outwards against her blouse, made the artist in Theo want to paint her in such a pose, and made the man in Theo want to fuck that woman so badly he was afraid he might come in his trousers. Having washed her upper body, Lizzie now concentrated on the lower half. Theo was unsure whether he could safely watch without giving himself away by a sigh or a groan. She bent forwards to rinse the rag in the water, away from where Theo was hidden, and he caught a glance of her perfect, shapely bottom peeking out from the bottom of her skirt. What a glorious arse, he thought to himself, and what he wouldn't give to bring the palm of his hand down on that soft, creamy flesh, leaving the imprint of his hand on her behind. In his usual insouciant way, and careless of whether anyone was watching, Theo slid his hand down the front of his trousers and massaged his cock while Lizzie pushed the rag up the front of her skirt and through her thighs, to clean the area where Theo longed for his cock to be right now. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined his own hand reaching up between her legs and around her sweet little quim. When he opened them again, Lizzie was already walking out of the stream, pulling her skirt back down and buttoning her blouse. Theo pulled back behind the tree in case she looked up towards the lane and saw him. When next he dared to look, she had gone. He walked quickly to reach his home so that he could relieve the ache in his groin. If he didn't get rid of that erection before Lizzie arrived at mid-day he doubted that he would be able to control himself in her presence, and he didn't want to scare her away. No, he had best finish his picture first before he gave in to his baser desires. She found him intriguing and a little dangerous. He found her irresistible.
*****I can be contacted at www.juliettebanksauthor@gmail.comAnd my Facebook page is http://facebook.com/juliettebanksauthorOr I can be found on Twitter at www.twitter.com/juliettebanksukI don’t yet have a separate website for Juliette Banks, but information about this book can be found at my Rachel de Vine site, which can be found at www.racheldevineauthor.com If you read any of my books I will be your friend forever if you leave a review at the site where you purchased the book. Many thanks. Juliette x
The clip art of the artist’s palette is used courtesy of Clipart.co
Clip art image by Cliparts.co
August 17, 2016
Today I have Maisy Archer on my blog with her new novel The Pirate's Captive.
So happy to have Maisy on my blog today with her new book The Pirate's Captive.
Here's the blurb...
When a notorious pirate demands a ransom from her family in return for lifting his blockade of the local port, twenty-one-year-old Evelyn Hollywell takes matters into her own hands. Her plan to thwart the lawless rogue quickly goes awry, however, when she is carried off from her home and held as a captive aboard his ship.Evelyn quickly discovers that while the handsome buccaneer has no intention of doing her any harm, he will not tolerate disobedience, and when she attempts an escape she ends up over his knee for a painful, embarrassing spanking in front of his entire crew. Though the stern punishment infuriates Evelyn, she cannot help wondering what it would be like to be mastered much more thoroughly, and soon enough she is blushing crimson and quivering with desire as he teaches her exactly what it means for a beautiful lady to surrender her body to a dominant man.Despite her growing attraction to her captor, however, his plans for her remain a mystery. She is to be delivered to a man in Boston, but she knows neither who he is nor what he wants with her. All she can be sure of is that with each passing day she feels less like a prisoner and more like a priceless treasure. But will old enemies or the dangers of the high seas tear her from her lover’s arms?
Publisher’s Note: The Pirate’s Captive includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Here's the Excerpt...
“…Yet you chose to be reckless. You chose to disobey. And you chose to put yourself completely under my power. So now you will find yourself over my knee.”I trembled.Then a moment later, his smile dissolved while the fire in his eyes burned hotter. “Come to me, Evelyn.”I stepped forward until I was standing between his knees.He reached out one large hand and lifted the tail of my braid, which had fallen down from the coil I’d constructed that morning. I could only imagine how disheveled I appeared, but Marcus didn’t seem to mind. He carefully carded his fingers through the fine brown mass, working through the tangles, brushing down over my nape, and then across my back, until it rippled in waves around me.“Beauty,” he murmured. His hot breath hit the bare skin of my chest and made my nipples pebble beneath the ragged edges of the chemise. I had never felt so tense, so expectant.Every touch felt like a tongue of fire, branding me, making me want. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer - when surely my chest would explode from the aching need, he stopped. He rested one hand at my waist, while the other rose to wrap around the base of my neck. My eyes blinked open.“Lay yourself across my knee, beauty.” His tone was as stern and controlled as ever, but I sensed a new tension in his voice and it told me that he was not unaffected. He wanted, too.My choice, again. He didn’t want to force me. I held his stare, my breath coming in sharp pants and then… I bent over, allowing his hand at my neck to guide me so that my upper body rested on the bed by his hip, propped slightly on my forearms. I heard his breath leave him in a whoosh, at the same time the muscles in his legs and torso grew impossibly tighter. He gathered all of my hair into his hand, and then twisted, twining it around his wrist and gripping it in his fist, pinning me in place. My breath caught. With his free hand, he grabbed a handful of my skirts and pulled them up, and then he ran his hand up my stockinged calf. He paused when he reached edge of the stocking, his fingers trailing back and forth along the bare skin at the back of my knee. I hadn’t imagined something so simple could be so devastating, but it was. And then his hand slid up.I sucked in a shuddering breath as his hand trailed higher, up my thigh, taking my chemise with it. Dear God. He meant me to be… bare?It was too late for protests, for objections, for any return of reason or common sense. I could hear Aunt Beatrice’s voice in my head calling me wanton and wicked, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to want to.And he didn’t disappoint. Up and up and up, while my heart banged against my rib cage, and I knotted my fingers in the sheets, until I could feel the touch of cool air against my backside, and I knew that he could see all of me.
A bit about Maisy Archer...
Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves - coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family - her love of words has only continued to grow... in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.
Where you can connect with Maisy...
FacebookTwitterInstagramMaisy's Amazon Author PageJane and Maisy's Blog
Here's the blurb...
When a notorious pirate demands a ransom from her family in return for lifting his blockade of the local port, twenty-one-year-old Evelyn Hollywell takes matters into her own hands. Her plan to thwart the lawless rogue quickly goes awry, however, when she is carried off from her home and held as a captive aboard his ship.Evelyn quickly discovers that while the handsome buccaneer has no intention of doing her any harm, he will not tolerate disobedience, and when she attempts an escape she ends up over his knee for a painful, embarrassing spanking in front of his entire crew. Though the stern punishment infuriates Evelyn, she cannot help wondering what it would be like to be mastered much more thoroughly, and soon enough she is blushing crimson and quivering with desire as he teaches her exactly what it means for a beautiful lady to surrender her body to a dominant man.Despite her growing attraction to her captor, however, his plans for her remain a mystery. She is to be delivered to a man in Boston, but she knows neither who he is nor what he wants with her. All she can be sure of is that with each passing day she feels less like a prisoner and more like a priceless treasure. But will old enemies or the dangers of the high seas tear her from her lover’s arms?
Publisher’s Note: The Pirate’s Captive includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Here's the Excerpt...
“…Yet you chose to be reckless. You chose to disobey. And you chose to put yourself completely under my power. So now you will find yourself over my knee.”I trembled.Then a moment later, his smile dissolved while the fire in his eyes burned hotter. “Come to me, Evelyn.”I stepped forward until I was standing between his knees.He reached out one large hand and lifted the tail of my braid, which had fallen down from the coil I’d constructed that morning. I could only imagine how disheveled I appeared, but Marcus didn’t seem to mind. He carefully carded his fingers through the fine brown mass, working through the tangles, brushing down over my nape, and then across my back, until it rippled in waves around me.“Beauty,” he murmured. His hot breath hit the bare skin of my chest and made my nipples pebble beneath the ragged edges of the chemise. I had never felt so tense, so expectant.Every touch felt like a tongue of fire, branding me, making me want. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer - when surely my chest would explode from the aching need, he stopped. He rested one hand at my waist, while the other rose to wrap around the base of my neck. My eyes blinked open.“Lay yourself across my knee, beauty.” His tone was as stern and controlled as ever, but I sensed a new tension in his voice and it told me that he was not unaffected. He wanted, too.My choice, again. He didn’t want to force me. I held his stare, my breath coming in sharp pants and then… I bent over, allowing his hand at my neck to guide me so that my upper body rested on the bed by his hip, propped slightly on my forearms. I heard his breath leave him in a whoosh, at the same time the muscles in his legs and torso grew impossibly tighter. He gathered all of my hair into his hand, and then twisted, twining it around his wrist and gripping it in his fist, pinning me in place. My breath caught. With his free hand, he grabbed a handful of my skirts and pulled them up, and then he ran his hand up my stockinged calf. He paused when he reached edge of the stocking, his fingers trailing back and forth along the bare skin at the back of my knee. I hadn’t imagined something so simple could be so devastating, but it was. And then his hand slid up.I sucked in a shuddering breath as his hand trailed higher, up my thigh, taking my chemise with it. Dear God. He meant me to be… bare?It was too late for protests, for objections, for any return of reason or common sense. I could hear Aunt Beatrice’s voice in my head calling me wanton and wicked, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to want to.And he didn’t disappoint. Up and up and up, while my heart banged against my rib cage, and I knotted my fingers in the sheets, until I could feel the touch of cool air against my backside, and I knew that he could see all of me.
A bit about Maisy Archer...
Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves - coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family - her love of words has only continued to grow... in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.
Where you can connect with Maisy...
FacebookTwitterInstagramMaisy's Amazon Author PageJane and Maisy's Blog
August 16, 2016
Today Libby Campbell is on my blog with an excerpt of Winning Sadie!
I am so happy that Libby Campbell is visiting with a sneak peak into Winning Sadie (Simon in Charge Book 2).
Here's the blurb...
Sadie Donohue – gorgeous, sexy, smart and totally smitten with Simon Jacobson. Simon Jacobson – gorgeous, sexy, smart, uber-rich and utterly smitten with Sadie Donohue. This sounds like a perfect match, so what's the problem? Sadie is from the wrong side of the tracks: working class neighborhood, public schools, sausages on the backyard bar-b-que. She was raised to fend for herself and bow down to no one, especially a man. Since meeting Simon, everything her liberated, independent mother taught her has flown out the window. Now Sadie is regularly over Simon’s knee for being her sassy, strong-willed self. And she loves it!Simon hails from a world of wealth and privilege: gated communities, private schools, servants turning steaks on the bar-b-que. As the owner of a multinational corporation he is used to giving orders and getting what he wants. His life revolves around making millions and socializing with people whose flamboyant wealth intimidates Sadie. Still, she’s thrown into the deep end and told not to do anything to embarrass Simon. Or else!At their lavish engagement party, Sadie’s hears her mother’s voice echoing in her head, reminding her that she will never fit in. Best intentions aside, Sadie will always be an embarrassment to Simon. That's it. Engagement off! Simon is in charge and he has other ideas. But will Sadie's mother be their undoing? Can Sadie reconcile her past with her future? This love story includes spanking an adult woman, explicit sex scenes and more – tough stuff but worth it! If such material offends you, please do not read this book.
Buy links:
Amazon │Blushing Books │Barnes & NobleiBooks │Kobo │All Romance
Simon Says , book one in the Simon in Charge series, is now free on Kindle Unlimited or only 99c in the Amazon Store!
Here's the excerpt...
He walked back to my chair and rested his hands on my shoulders. “Do you have anything you want to ask me?”His hands were warm on my skin. I thought about those long, square-tipped fingers, fingers that could make me dissolve in ecstasy or bounce in pain.“I do,” I said, having thought about this moment for the past two days. I choked down the bitter lump in my throat. “Will you please spank me?” I bowed my head, in shame at my thoughtless behavior and in shame at breaking every single principle my mother had tried to teach me about not letting a man rule my life.“I will.” His voice was husky and he kissed the top of my head. “Stay there. I’m going to turn your chair around.”With that he tipped my chair back and angled it to face the other one in front of the window. He sat opposite me. He was in his 007 suit, as I dubbed it. Dressed to kill. It was an Ermenegildo Zegna bespoke number that he’d had made in Sydney on our last visit. It cost as much as a small car and enhanced his best features: his broad shoulders and narrow waist. In spite of my predicament, I had to admire him. Only I didn’t let it show. I kept my face impassive.“Why do you think I should spank you?”“I dunno. It was your idea not mine.”A smile played on his lips for a second before he pressed his mouth into a firm line. “Lord, Sadie! Before we’d even officially met, I knew you had a well-documented history of insubordination and disrespect for authority but you continue to astonish me with the heights you take it to. Was that really the smartest thing you could say right now?”“At least I’m not boring,” I offered.“For the record, you have accepted my leadership well, even better than I expected, in some ways. But, as I explained from our earliest times together, I demand obedience from you if you’re going to share my life. Also you must know by now that I’m continually raising the bar and will not cut you any slack. Is this clear?”“Abundantly.”“And you’re still willing to work in this constantly changing landscape?”“I am.”“And be spanked for failure to comply?”He was starting to piss me off. This long discussion was intended to draw the session out, to worry me even more and build on my anxiety. I just wanted to get past the worst and go have lunch. “Didn’t I just ask for the damn spanking?” I snapped. This time he didn’t hide his grin. “Before you add to the penalty, would you like to go through the reasons you are about to be spanked? I want to be assured that you understand why this is happening.”
A bit about Libby...
Libby Campbell, mischief maker and dreamer
Libby lives on the West Coast of Canada with her husband of over twenty-five years. An avid reader, she savors books that feature strong, independent women and the loving men who challenge them.
She loves mountain hikes, deep bubble baths, and all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big dogs who think they are lap dogs. She’s a four season woman who enjoys winter nights in front of a fire, summer sunsets on the beach, and all the in between months.
She reads and writes for pure escapism. If you like her books, she hopes you will leave a review, to encourage her in my world-building.
Where can you connect with Libby Campbell...
Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell
Find her on Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/Libby-Campbell-849543415164235/
Follow her on Twitter: @LibbyC26
Visit her Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Libby-Campbell/e/B01B75CENW
Here's the blurb...
Sadie Donohue – gorgeous, sexy, smart and totally smitten with Simon Jacobson. Simon Jacobson – gorgeous, sexy, smart, uber-rich and utterly smitten with Sadie Donohue. This sounds like a perfect match, so what's the problem? Sadie is from the wrong side of the tracks: working class neighborhood, public schools, sausages on the backyard bar-b-que. She was raised to fend for herself and bow down to no one, especially a man. Since meeting Simon, everything her liberated, independent mother taught her has flown out the window. Now Sadie is regularly over Simon’s knee for being her sassy, strong-willed self. And she loves it!Simon hails from a world of wealth and privilege: gated communities, private schools, servants turning steaks on the bar-b-que. As the owner of a multinational corporation he is used to giving orders and getting what he wants. His life revolves around making millions and socializing with people whose flamboyant wealth intimidates Sadie. Still, she’s thrown into the deep end and told not to do anything to embarrass Simon. Or else!At their lavish engagement party, Sadie’s hears her mother’s voice echoing in her head, reminding her that she will never fit in. Best intentions aside, Sadie will always be an embarrassment to Simon. That's it. Engagement off! Simon is in charge and he has other ideas. But will Sadie's mother be their undoing? Can Sadie reconcile her past with her future? This love story includes spanking an adult woman, explicit sex scenes and more – tough stuff but worth it! If such material offends you, please do not read this book.
Buy links:
Amazon │Blushing Books │Barnes & NobleiBooks │Kobo │All Romance
Simon Says , book one in the Simon in Charge series, is now free on Kindle Unlimited or only 99c in the Amazon Store!
Here's the excerpt...
He walked back to my chair and rested his hands on my shoulders. “Do you have anything you want to ask me?”His hands were warm on my skin. I thought about those long, square-tipped fingers, fingers that could make me dissolve in ecstasy or bounce in pain.“I do,” I said, having thought about this moment for the past two days. I choked down the bitter lump in my throat. “Will you please spank me?” I bowed my head, in shame at my thoughtless behavior and in shame at breaking every single principle my mother had tried to teach me about not letting a man rule my life.“I will.” His voice was husky and he kissed the top of my head. “Stay there. I’m going to turn your chair around.”With that he tipped my chair back and angled it to face the other one in front of the window. He sat opposite me. He was in his 007 suit, as I dubbed it. Dressed to kill. It was an Ermenegildo Zegna bespoke number that he’d had made in Sydney on our last visit. It cost as much as a small car and enhanced his best features: his broad shoulders and narrow waist. In spite of my predicament, I had to admire him. Only I didn’t let it show. I kept my face impassive.“Why do you think I should spank you?”“I dunno. It was your idea not mine.”A smile played on his lips for a second before he pressed his mouth into a firm line. “Lord, Sadie! Before we’d even officially met, I knew you had a well-documented history of insubordination and disrespect for authority but you continue to astonish me with the heights you take it to. Was that really the smartest thing you could say right now?”“At least I’m not boring,” I offered.“For the record, you have accepted my leadership well, even better than I expected, in some ways. But, as I explained from our earliest times together, I demand obedience from you if you’re going to share my life. Also you must know by now that I’m continually raising the bar and will not cut you any slack. Is this clear?”“Abundantly.”“And you’re still willing to work in this constantly changing landscape?”“I am.”“And be spanked for failure to comply?”He was starting to piss me off. This long discussion was intended to draw the session out, to worry me even more and build on my anxiety. I just wanted to get past the worst and go have lunch. “Didn’t I just ask for the damn spanking?” I snapped. This time he didn’t hide his grin. “Before you add to the penalty, would you like to go through the reasons you are about to be spanked? I want to be assured that you understand why this is happening.”
A bit about Libby...
Libby Campbell, mischief maker and dreamer
Libby lives on the West Coast of Canada with her husband of over twenty-five years. An avid reader, she savors books that feature strong, independent women and the loving men who challenge them.
She loves mountain hikes, deep bubble baths, and all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big dogs who think they are lap dogs. She’s a four season woman who enjoys winter nights in front of a fire, summer sunsets on the beach, and all the in between months.
She reads and writes for pure escapism. If you like her books, she hopes you will leave a review, to encourage her in my world-building.
Where can you connect with Libby Campbell...
Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell
Find her on Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/Libby-Campbell-849543415164235/
Follow her on Twitter: @LibbyC26
Visit her Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Libby-Campbell/e/B01B75CENW
August 15, 2016
Today I have Jane Henry Visiting me with her new novel Complete Me!
I just love the cover of Jane's Book Complete Me (Bound to You Book 3) and I'm pleased she's here to share an excerpt.
Here's the blurb...
Meredith and Paolo are adapting to their new-found roles as dominant and submissive. Yet, despite their rekindled passion, everyday life must go on. How will they maintain their new roles long-term? Will people notice her submission to him? Would anyone ever find out she willingly lies over his lap for a spanking? At the heart of it all, she longs to trust him. When Meredith finds herself terrified for her own safety, she knows there is only one person who will make her feel truly safe.
Though this is the third and final book in the Bound to You trilogy, it can also be read as a standalone.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and sexual scenes. If these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
Here's the buy links...
Amazon.com
Barnes and Noble
Here's an excerpt...
He pointed wordlessly for her to go to the bed, and she stood, eagerly obeying him, fingering the cold metal, smooth as silk under her fingers. It felt sturdy. She tugged, and the pull of the chain on the back of her neck gave her goose bumps. So caught up in the moment, and the feel of her new, symbolic gift around her neck, she was unaware of him coming to the bed with her until he was already there, stripped. He climbed up next to her, and she knew without him saying a word, that tonight would not be about tying her up, or putting her over his knee and spanking her to ecstasy. No, tonight was his claiming. “You’re all mine, baby,” he whispered in her ear, pushing her down on the bed as he positioned himself above her, and she felt him hard against her thigh. His voice was husky with emotion. Dipping his head, he nipped at her shoulder, and she gasped, arousal pooling between her legs at the way his whiskers scratched her naked skin, his voice deep and just above a growl, his powerful hands holding hers by her side as his tongue flicked over the place he’d nipped. Paolo’s mouth found hers, and one of his hands brushed one of her breasts, his kiss deep and pleasantly familiar, as she basked in the knowledge that she was his precious girl, and his alone. His hand released her breast and found its way to her collar, tugging and twisting so that she felt the sharp pull. He released it and resumed stroking his hand along the length of her body. “You were a good girl tonight,” he said, before his mouth met hers again. She had been. This time, it had been easy. It would not always be so easy. This, she knew. But she also knew, now from her own experience, as well as from what she’d heard from Annalise, that the difficult times would make them stronger. The trials and tests would come, but each obstacle they overcame would fortify their bond. They would continue to build their life together, each and every day, as each would learn to meet the needs of the other. Complete. Meredith kissed him back, and he groaned as her tongue flicked in his mouth, and he ground himself against her hips. She marveled at the strength of him. He felt stronger now than he had decades before. “Those biceps are something else, handsome,” she murmured. “The better to spank you with.” “And my, what powerful hands you have,” she said, her voice just a whisper.“The better to restrain you with.” “I want to run my tongue along the edge of those gorgeous shoulders,” she whispered, eyeing the breadth of his shoulders above her, the strength in his back, and the harnessed power he held above her. “Have at it,” he chuckled, his own mouth dipping to her breasts, his teeth gently nipping one hardened nipple as her head fell back on the pillow and she welcomed the hazy arousal.“I love you,” he murmured. Hundreds—no, thousands of times he’d said those words, but tonight, she truly heard them. They were no longer just a closing phrase on a phone call or a good night whisper.
Books one and two in the Bound to You trilogy:
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Begin Again, book one in the Bound to You trilogy : A desperate wife pledges her obedience to an online dominant.
Come Back to Me, book two in the Bound to You trilogy: Meredith and Paolo attempt a weekend of intense training to adapt to their new lifestyle of dominance and submission.
Other Books by Jane Henry:
A Thousand Yesses: They are best friends...can they be lovers?
Sunstrokes: Four authors bring you four tales of punishment and pleasure.
My Dom: Curiosity drives Heidi to yearn for a taste of her amorous neighbor's kinky pursuits.
Claimed on the Frontier : Her stern frontiersman demands obedience, determined to be as firm as necessary to keep his bride safe in a hard, dangerous land.
A bit about Jane Henry...
Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.
Where you can connect with Jane...
Facebook Twitter Jane's Amazon Author Page Instagram: @janehenryauthor
Jane and Maisy's Webpage
Here's the blurb...
Meredith and Paolo are adapting to their new-found roles as dominant and submissive. Yet, despite their rekindled passion, everyday life must go on. How will they maintain their new roles long-term? Will people notice her submission to him? Would anyone ever find out she willingly lies over his lap for a spanking? At the heart of it all, she longs to trust him. When Meredith finds herself terrified for her own safety, she knows there is only one person who will make her feel truly safe.
Though this is the third and final book in the Bound to You trilogy, it can also be read as a standalone.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and sexual scenes. If these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
Here's the buy links...
Amazon.com
Barnes and Noble
Here's an excerpt...
He pointed wordlessly for her to go to the bed, and she stood, eagerly obeying him, fingering the cold metal, smooth as silk under her fingers. It felt sturdy. She tugged, and the pull of the chain on the back of her neck gave her goose bumps. So caught up in the moment, and the feel of her new, symbolic gift around her neck, she was unaware of him coming to the bed with her until he was already there, stripped. He climbed up next to her, and she knew without him saying a word, that tonight would not be about tying her up, or putting her over his knee and spanking her to ecstasy. No, tonight was his claiming. “You’re all mine, baby,” he whispered in her ear, pushing her down on the bed as he positioned himself above her, and she felt him hard against her thigh. His voice was husky with emotion. Dipping his head, he nipped at her shoulder, and she gasped, arousal pooling between her legs at the way his whiskers scratched her naked skin, his voice deep and just above a growl, his powerful hands holding hers by her side as his tongue flicked over the place he’d nipped. Paolo’s mouth found hers, and one of his hands brushed one of her breasts, his kiss deep and pleasantly familiar, as she basked in the knowledge that she was his precious girl, and his alone. His hand released her breast and found its way to her collar, tugging and twisting so that she felt the sharp pull. He released it and resumed stroking his hand along the length of her body. “You were a good girl tonight,” he said, before his mouth met hers again. She had been. This time, it had been easy. It would not always be so easy. This, she knew. But she also knew, now from her own experience, as well as from what she’d heard from Annalise, that the difficult times would make them stronger. The trials and tests would come, but each obstacle they overcame would fortify their bond. They would continue to build their life together, each and every day, as each would learn to meet the needs of the other. Complete. Meredith kissed him back, and he groaned as her tongue flicked in his mouth, and he ground himself against her hips. She marveled at the strength of him. He felt stronger now than he had decades before. “Those biceps are something else, handsome,” she murmured. “The better to spank you with.” “And my, what powerful hands you have,” she said, her voice just a whisper.“The better to restrain you with.” “I want to run my tongue along the edge of those gorgeous shoulders,” she whispered, eyeing the breadth of his shoulders above her, the strength in his back, and the harnessed power he held above her. “Have at it,” he chuckled, his own mouth dipping to her breasts, his teeth gently nipping one hardened nipple as her head fell back on the pillow and she welcomed the hazy arousal.“I love you,” he murmured. Hundreds—no, thousands of times he’d said those words, but tonight, she truly heard them. They were no longer just a closing phrase on a phone call or a good night whisper.
Books one and two in the Bound to You trilogy:
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Begin Again, book one in the Bound to You trilogy : A desperate wife pledges her obedience to an online dominant.
Come Back to Me, book two in the Bound to You trilogy: Meredith and Paolo attempt a weekend of intense training to adapt to their new lifestyle of dominance and submission.
Other Books by Jane Henry:
A Thousand Yesses: They are best friends...can they be lovers?
Sunstrokes: Four authors bring you four tales of punishment and pleasure.
My Dom: Curiosity drives Heidi to yearn for a taste of her amorous neighbor's kinky pursuits.
Claimed on the Frontier : Her stern frontiersman demands obedience, determined to be as firm as necessary to keep his bride safe in a hard, dangerous land.
A bit about Jane Henry...
Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.
Where you can connect with Jane...
Facebook Twitter Jane's Amazon Author Page Instagram: @janehenryauthor
Jane and Maisy's Webpage
