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Mary Wehr is visiting today with an excerpt of Callie's Daddy!

I'm so happy to have Mary Wehr here today to give us a sneak peak into Callie's Daddy, her new age play novel. 




Here's the blurb...


Twenty-six-year-old Callie Shaw has needed a father figure in her life for many years, and when she meets Brandon Clay she wonders if she might have found the man to fill that role at last. Though he spoils her and loves her dearly, Brandon is not a man to be trifled with, and when Callie lies to him and puts herself in danger she soon finds herself bent over her new daddy’s lap for a stinging spanking on her bare bottom. 
Though he does not hesitate to chastise her firmly when she misbehaves, Brandon never fails to hold Callie in his arms when her punishment is over, and his strict but loving discipline ignites a fire in her which can only be quenched by surrendering her body to his masterful lovemaking. But is she truly prepared to trust her daddy to do what is best for her, even when she has been really naughty and she knows that the spanking she has coming is one she will never forget? 

Publisher’s Note: Callie’s Daddy is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Here's where you can get it...

https://www.amazon.com/Callies-Daddy-Mary-Wehr-ebook/dp/B01GVT16M4/https://www.amazon.co.uk/Callies-Daddy-Mary-Wehr-ebook/dp/B01GVT16M4/Barnes and Nobles    http://bit.ly/2ays6zSAll Romance  http://bit.ly/1jo5PjI

Here's the sneak peak...

Teaser 18+Brandon leaned over her and licked the shell of her ear. “Your skin is so nice and pink. Tell me, does my dirty girl want a good ramming from her daddy?” Broad fingers played with her labia.She pushed back against his touch. “Oh, yes, Daddy Brand, ram me good, please,” she panted, rubbing her nipples against the cool cherry wood. She heard him loosening his trousers, but couldn’t wait and inched her way to the end of the desk, intent on humping the rounded corner. A slap landed squarely on her sore ass.“Are you trying to hump my desk, dirty girl?” He pushed a finger deep inside her pussy. She groaned, rising on her tiptoes for more. “Hmm, how wet you are.” He added another finger, scraping in and out her sensitized flesh. Callie stuck out her buttocks and mewled. “You like when daddy fingers your pussy, don’t you?”“Oh, yes, it feels so good.” She ground her hips. “Daddy, I want more. I want something bigger and harder in there.”He pulled out his fingers nice and slow and, from the corner of her eye she saw him raise them to his nose. “You smell so sweet and good. I’ll give you something hard, but first I want to taste you. Would you like daddy’s tongue between your legs?”Callie wasted no time in flipping over on her back.Brandon chuckled. “Now that’s an order you have no trouble following.”“Nope.” She set her feet flat on the desk and parted her knees. “Lick me, daddy. I ache so.” She burned hot as his sizzling gaze roamed slowly over that part of her that wept for his attention.“Show daddy where you ache, Callie mine.”Callie’s hand shook slightly as she touched herself between her legs. “Right here.” Using her other hand, she spread the folds of her sex.Brandon stared at her, his eyes deepening to a darker blue. “Your delicate pink flower belongs to daddy.” His tongue fluttered along the length of her inner thighs, making her squirm. He kissed the swollen bud. “Come for me. Give daddy your special cream from that sweet little cunt.”Callie writhed and moaned as his mouth latched onto her flesh. He slid both hands beneath her buttocks, lifting her higher, and buried his face between her legs. She grabbed onto his forearms and bucked against his mouth. It felt as if his tongue was licking her everywhere at the same time. He nipped her clit then lapped at the bite, soothing the area with long licks as he worked his way down to her dark hole. He tongued her there. Once. Twice. Callie’s breath came short and fast. Brandon moved his way back up to her entrance and covered her opening with his mouth. His tongue slipped inside and her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm.Brandon grabbed hold of her hips. “Daddy’s going to give it to you good.” He drove himself inside her and she cried out. It didn’t take long for her to match his thrusts. “I’ll punish this sweet wet pussy of yours so you’ll think twice about showing off what’s mine. I’ll teach you who’s in charge.” She moaned in reply.“Daddy, that special feeling is coming again.” Her breath quickened.“Just let it come, princess. Let your daddy pleasure you one more time.”
A bit about Mary Wehr...
Mary lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and a variety of pets inside the house and outside. Critters are always running around in her backyard looking for food. Being outside and surrounded by nature is her favorite pastime. She loves to read and write romances with strong stern heroes and sassy, feisty ladies. She writes Historical Westerns and Contemporary romances. ‘Callie’s Daddy’ is her first Ageplay romance. 
Where you can find Mary...
https://www.facebook.com/mary.wehr.7https://twitter.com/blushingmaryw

Measha Stone is on my blog today talking about Indebted Heart! Come and get a sneak peek :)

Indebted Heart is third  Measha Stone's Windy City Series. So glad she's come to showcase it on my blog.   





Here is the blurb...

Alyssa Sanders has taken care of herself since she was too young to do so. But she’s all grown up and ready to get her life on the right track.  She heads to Chicago with her life savings and a few prospects. She expects to get a job, find an apartment and get on her way of settling down. What she doesn’t expect is to find her new boss not only severely attractive and Dominant, but the son of an old friend. Alex Trebelli would do anything for his father, so when he’s asked to escort an old friend’s daughter to dinner he doesn’t hesitate to agree. Except the daughter isn’t the small town young woman his father described. She’s all grown up, full of beauty and curves, and a submissive nature that draws out his dominant side. When Alex explains he won’t be her friend, he can’t just be her friend, he wants more, he wants to be her dominant, her boyfriend, she has to decide if she’s going to take the leap. She’s never been good at a full time D/s relationship, but Alex makes her feel safe and secure. She finds him easy to be with, even when he’s being overprotective and bossy.  Can she manage to put aside her fears of failure, and self-doubt and give them a real chance, or will she chose the safer route and keep clear of his sexy smile, and dominant ways? 





And an excerpt...

The door clicked, signaling the lock being triggered just as she slid down to her knees. She faced the closed curtains of the window, her hands resting on her knees, waiting. His footsteps were soft as he entered the room, but she could feel his presence before she even heard him. The muted sound of the door closing, and the chain being slid into place filled the room. It took everything in her not to turn to him, to gaze on him. She wondered briefly if he was happy with her positioning. "So fucking beautiful." His whispered words sent a shiver down her spine. Her skin felt alive with electricity, waiting to be touched. "Please stand up and put your hands behind your neck. No, don't turn around, keep facing the windows." The hiss of his belt sliding through his pant loops gave life to the electric current that was her skin. Her fingers linked together behind her neck, steadying her stance and she waited for the first strike of the belt. "Do you remember the last time I used the belt on your ass?" he asked standing a little closer to her than previously. "Yes." She surprised herself with the ability to speak with such arousal and want clouding her mind. "Tell me," he ordered with a warm voice. "You punished me for being disrespectful." She didn't like the memory of that evening. It embarrassed her that she'd earned a punishment so early in their relationship, so quickly after agreeing to be his submissive. "That's right. You had been a naughty girl." She swallowed at his words. Her nipples were already erect with need, and she felt her sex becoming more wet by the moment. "But you were a very good girl tonight. Such a beautiful good girl." His hand gripped her ass cheek, and she jumped from the sudden touch. "I bet you are so wet for me right now. Aren't you?" he asked, with his fingers trailing their way lower to where he would find out for himself how hot she was for him. Lower they crept until his feathery touch lit a fire within her, and she sucked in air. "Ah, very wet. Tell me what you thought about while you were kneeling here, waiting for me." His fingers lightly patted her sex, but her whole body craved his touch. "I wondered what you would do. I tried not to plan it," she admitted freely. His lips brushed against her shoulder. "Very good." His fingers withdrew from her and before she registered the lonely sensation, a sharp slap shook her ass, and she yelped more from the surprise than the sting. "I'm going to spank you with my hand," he announced and gave her two more hard swats to her backside, leaving a warm tingle behind. "Then I'm going to whip you with my belt. I'm going to show you how a good girl gets the belt."  His left hand, the one holding the belt, snaked around the front of her belly and gripped her waist, effectively holding her in place as his right hand went to work spreading a warm glow through her entire ass. She moaned from the heat his hand brought, but found the sensation calming, a steady volley of swats, enough to tease her but not enough to satisfy her as he went along. "Such a good girl." He whispered into her ear before pulling away and stepping back from her.

Where you can get it...

Amazon: http://ow.ly/QKK7302Im0vBlushing Books:  http://ow.ly/vn1o302K2N3

Also in the Windy City Series...

HIDDEN HEART, BOOK 1






A woman given up on love, second guesses her solitary life when meeting a man who won’t take no for an answer and opens her eyes to an entire world of pleasure she didn’t know existed before him.


SECURED HEART, BOOK 2





A headstrong, fiery woman seeks to fulfill her fantasies in all the wrong places, and it’s up to the security expert to tame her, and keep her safe.

A bit about the author...
Measha Stone lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and their children. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. Her vanilla writing has been published in the online magazine efiction and the DuPage Writers Group annual journal Possibilities. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and spending time with her kids- who are just as creative and crazy as her. 

Where you can catch up with her...

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/measha.stone.5Twitter:  @measha_stoneInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/meashastone/ Blog:  https://www.meashawrites.com/blog

Katrina Kade is visiting today to share an excerpt from Claiming Skye!

I'm so happy to have Katrina Kade visit my blog today to share some of her new release Claiming Skye.




Here's the blurb...Skye hides her secret fantasies because good girls don’t long for the kink she dreams about. When her subconscious cravings continue to cause sleepless nights, she takes the biggest step of her life and seeks out a local BDSM club. She’s horrified and enthralled, but too prudish to admit this is the life her mind and body desire. She’s not like these people, or is she?

The club’s owner has seen her response before and gives Skye a folded piece of paper with an address, a date, and time. She finds herself knocking…

Elijah waits on the other side of the door. Dominant, arrogant, and lonely—he’s looking for the perfect submissive to cater to his desires and share the lifestyle he relishes.

Is Skye the one? Is Elijah the missing puzzle piece that will allow Skye to release her inhibitions and embrace her kinky side? Or will tragedy keep Elijah from Claiming Skye?

Where you can buy it...
Amazon US: https://goo.gl/OZI3Hx
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/29BOXsz 
Blushing Books: http://bit.ly/29lLlJB 
B&N:  http://bit.ly/29AGwi3 

A sneak peak...
*Note: She is already blindfolded and restrained with headphones in*
Her heart beat rapidly, and every sense came alive, straining to learn what he wasdoing—what he was going to do. The bed dipped again, this time on the other side. There was more movement, and then the music started again, much louder, stronger, something primal.
The music crashed as heat exploded on her stomach and she cried out, body writhing,pulling away but then rising toward whatever it was. Whatever it was—then it dawned on her; it was wax. He was using a candle on her, dripping hot wax onto her oiled skin.The heat was briefly intense, bordering on painful, then mellowing, spreading, sinkinginto her. She drew a breath, waiting for the next drop.
She tried to gauge by the music when it would happen again, but the beat becamesyncopated, erratic, rising and falling and, when the heat hit her, it took her by surprise. But her body reacted, took on a life of its own, hips rising, legs falling open against the ropes. The drops came faster, closer together. The pain didn't mellow quite as quickly; he wouldn't let it. She wanted it to stop, tossed her head from side to side, but arousal and heat swelled inside her, ready to burst. But just as the word 'red' rose to her lips, the pain changed, spread out, softened. She bit back the word, waiting for the next splash of heat, rising up on the bed, her orgasm building, heading toward some amazing peak.
Tiny pinpoint drops landed on her breasts, exquisite drops of pain that made her gasp, her body reacting instantly. The music rose, and so did her body, both reaching a crescendo and then the music ended, abruptly. And so did the heat on her skin. She lay gasping, the silence in her ears deafening, her body seeking release. He'd left her on the edge, teetering, aching. Elijah moved on the bed and she instinctively turned her head toward the movement, tugging on her restraints, aching for the next. The music rose suddenly, drowning out any sounds, growing louder. She wanted the heat, wanted the intense pain, the rush. She was sweating from the heat on her skin, from the heat that was building inside.
Cymbals crashed and she smiled, knowing the heat was coming, wanting it, craving it.But it was cold instead, icy cold and wet, pressed against her nipple. She screamed, herbody pulling the ropes taut, goose bumps rising along her arms and legs. The fire that had built inside her rose up fierce and hot, and her hips rose off the bed, seeking release. The slap against her thigh was sharp and bright, stinging, breaking through her arousal, but doing nothing to diminish it. She gasped, her body thudding onto the bed.
He hadn't said… hadn't told her she couldn't come. But that must be what he wanted—what she didn't understand.
The music still played, but the volume dropped considerably. There was movementagain, and then Elijah's breath was warm on her face. She could hear words, tried to focus on what he was saying.
"You do not come until I tell you to. As long as the music plays, you do not come. Nod if you understand."
A bit about Katrina Kade...
Hi! So my name is Katrina, and I’m a part time erotica author, who attends classes during the day, and writes dirty romantic erotica by night. When I’m not in school studying photography, I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the beaches of Florida. 
Some fun facts about me are that I love apple martinis (I just turned 21, so I can’t get enough of them) and I love Star Wars, The Vampire Diaries, the Originals, The Walking Dead and Smallville. I’m a gamer girl too. Animals are close to my heart, and I have a 3-month-old bearded dragon named Yoda (he’s green and white) and a spaz of a dog named Nala who is a Terrier/Pomeranian mix, but I digress. 
My favorite thing to do is to write sexy stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end. 

Where you can find Katrina...
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/KatrinaKadeAP/ 
Facebook Friend Me:  https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100010942234614 
Twitter: https://twitter.com/BlushingKatrina  ( @BlushingKatrina )
Blog: http://katrinakadeap.blogspot.com 
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/katrinakade 
Amazon Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/katrinakade 

Guess who is has come to visit me today? B J Wane!

I am so happy to have B J Wane here to visit us today to tell us a bit about Returning To Her Master. Thanks for joining us BJ.



 Thanks so much for having me.  I’m excited about reader’s responses to RETURNING TO HER MASTER.  Picking up where HER MASTER AT LAST left off with Marc and Cassie’s story, I have added over 4,000 words to the original version of this story in Make Me Yours as well as made significant changes to the plot. 
Here's the blurb...
Marc Taite is shocked when Cassie Edwards, the only girl he’s ever loved, suddenly shows up in the club room of his Colorado vacation lodge. Ever since she broke off their romance without explanation and refused to answer his calls, he has wondered what went wrong, and he hauls her upstairs, intending to spank her soundly and then get some answers. Their old passion instantly reignites, however, and instead of taking her over his knee he ends up taking her hard and fast.
The connection they once shared clearly still exists, but Marc has already lived through the pain of losing Cassie once, and he is determined not to let himself be hurt again. Desperate to prove that this time she is truly ready to belong to him, Cassie promises Marc her complete submission, and she soon finds herself on her knees with her bright red bare bottom on display as she begs him to claim her in any way he pleases.
Though he is reluctant to risk his heart again, when Marc discovers that a stalker has followed Cassie to Colorado his need to protect her quickly overcomes his hesitation and he takes it upon himself to keep her safe, even when that means punishing her sternly when she breaks the rules he makes to protect her. But when a misunderstanding sends her fleeing from him once again, will he lose her a second time?
Publisher’s Note: Returning to Her Master is a stand-alone sequel to Her Master at Last. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including a threesome, anal play, exhibitionism, BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that an earlier version of this book was previously released by another publisher under the title Make Me Yours.
And an excerpt...
  “I’m not completely stupid,” she bit out, “except where you’re concerned.”Marc saw Scott’s smile before he stepped away and pulled out his pager to let Jack and the others know they could call off the search and head back home. With slow precision, he advanced toward her, striving to keep his anger in check. She looked tired and strained, a reminder of how she must have been scared out of her wits out here alone for the past two hours.    “Before you explain that statement, tell me if you’re all right.” he asked in a softer tone when he reached her. “Here.” Handing her a bottle of water, he looked her over while she downed it, assuring himself she was unharmed.     “Thank you, and yes, I’m fine. I’m sorry I bothered everyone. I didn’t mean to get lost.”     “Nobody means to get lost, darlin’, but if you ignore the basic rules of hiking in these mountains, it’s bound to happen. Rules I believe I told you about before our hike the other day.”     Cassie wondered how far she’d get playing the ‘poor me’ act, then looked at his face and knew she may as well not bother. He looked well and truly pissed. Maybe if she explained he’d understand, but the thought of telling him she thought she meant more to him than she apparently did had her cringing in humiliation. “Can we go back now? I have a lot of work to do, that is if I can use your kitchen,” she said, hoping he’d let the rule thing slide.     “No, we can’t go back now. First, I’m going to show you how I deal with rule-breaking from my sub. Then, on the long trek back, you can explain yourself.” Grabbing her hand as she took a hasty step back, he pulled her to him, turning to see where Scott went. Always thinking ahead, his friend had already removed his belt.     “I decided you were too upset to mete it out, so I’ll do it for you,” he stated when Marc raised an eyebrow at him.     “You’re right.”     “Right about what?” Cassie looked from Scott and the wide leather belt looped over in his hand to Marc, a shiver of apprehension rippling up her spine as she imagined the sting from that leather strap.     “That I’m too put out with you at the moment to discipline you myself, so Scott will do it.”     “No. You can spank me later, when you’re not upset.” She tried to pull away from him, but his grip remained tight. While a part of her mind panicked over the thought of Scott using his belt on her, another part, the part she labeled her secret, slutty Marc part, was excited about the prospect. The erotic pain from her previous spankings always led to powerful orgasms, as did being observed. But this time would be for punishment and not with Scott watching, but meting it out. Before she could assimilate how she felt about that, Marc had her jeans shoved down and a hard arm wrapped around her waist as he bent her over. “Wait, Marc! Please!” She tried to struggle, but a hard slap on her bare ass put a quick stop to it.     “No, I will not wait. You took off alone.” The belt snapped across her buttocks and she yelped at the fiery pain. “And you didn’t stay within sight of the lodge,” he continued, reaching under her with his free hand and cupping her unfettered breast beneath her shirt as Scott smacked her again. “And you have explaining to do as to why.”     The belt stroked across her vulnerable buttocks again and she bit her lip as he continued to torment her, the slapping flesh snap of leather against her bottom echoing in the mountain air. Marc’s confusion over her reason for taking off had her wondering if she heard him wrong.     The new hope blossoming in her chest helped her accept her punishment and the accompanying pain. Her buttocks throbbed with the scorching burn and she knew right away she wouldn’t find any pleasure with this spanking. His hand on her breast soothed rather than stimulated and went a long way toward helping her bear the consequences of her actions. As if the humiliation of being bent over bare assed and punished by Scott wasn’t enough, guilt over the trouble she caused everyone ate at her conscience. Sitting wouldn’t be an option by the time the sheriff finished belaboring her butt.

Where you can buy it...
Amazon        goo.gl/7BL5p1
All Romance   goo.gl/peig51

Barnes and Noble   goo.gl/kBxJFz

Where you can connect with B J Wane...

http://bjwane.blogspot.com/
https://www.facebook.com/bj.wane
And you can contact her via her email address...
bjwane@cox.net

Today I had another visitor! Sara Field's stopped by with A Gift for the Commander!

Today Sara is here with her new release A Gift for the Commander.



Here's the blurb...
Though Olivia is grateful to be alive after she is rescued from a terrible tyrant and brought to the planet Terranovum, she is none too pleased when she learns that she is to be auctioned as a slave to the highest bidder. But before she can be sold, she must be trained, and the man who will train her is none other than the commander of the king’s army.
Wes has tamed many human slaves and when Olivia resists his efforts to bathe her in preparation for her initial inspection, he strips the beautiful, feisty girl bare and spanks her soundly. The stern chastisement leaves Olivia tearful and repentant yet undeniably aroused, and Wes starts her lessons in submission by making her beg him shamefully for the release her body needs so badly.
Once she has been thoroughly and intimately examined, Olivia’s training begins in earnest, and Wes takes her to his bed to teach her what it means to surrender her body to a dominant man. But try as he might, he cannot bring himself to see Olivia as just another slave. She touches his heart in a way he thought nothing could, and with each passing day he grows more certain that he must claim her as his own. But with war breaking out across Terranovum, can Wes protect both his world and his woman?
Publisher’s Note: A Gift for the Commander is the third book of the Terranovum Brides trilogy, which began with A Gift for the King and continued with A Gift for the Doctor. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Here's where you can buy it...
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Gift-Commander-Sara-Fields-ebook/dp/B01IYQSKN0/ 
AmazonUK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Gift-Commander-Sara-Fields-ebook/dp/B01IYQSKN0/ 
AllRomance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-agiftforthecommander-2080560-147.html 
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1124147609?ean=2940157000622
And an excerpt...
 “Close your eyes.”
Without hesitation, she obeyed, and her senses amplified. Her sight taken away from her, all she could do was feel and listen for the next fall of the crop. The entire experience was more than intense, it was magnificent. He moved silently, so that she didn’t know when he was going to catch the underside of her bottom cheeks, or her breasts, or the sides of her hips, or the backs of her thighs. Her chest rose and fell, and she cried out when he tapped the leather against her nipple, but her reaction wasn’t from the pain, it was from the rampant desire that coursed through her. He did it again, over and over, switching back and forth from one nipple to the other. 
Her thighs began to quiver, and he dragged the crop down between her breasts to her navel, and then even lower, until the tip of the crop lay over the top of her clit.
She stopped breathing. Time seemed to slow as he took the crop away from her pussy. Expecting a sharp slap to fall at any second, she breathed a sigh of relief when he brought it back down gently. He did this a few times in a row, and she finally relaxed. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, and she could hardly contain herself, her lust was so great. Just when she had grown comfortable, he pressed the crop firmly against her. And then he took it away again.
Smack!
The slap was still gentle, but harsh enough that she cried out, in either pleasure or pain, she wasn’t sure. He did it again, and her hips rolled wildly forward. He pressed his body up against her back and grabbed a fistful of her hair, arching her backwards even farther. Her scalp burned, but it only added more fuel to the fire. Her entire body smoldered red hot, aching with need for release. She panted as he pulled her head back so far that it nearly rested on his shoulder. She moaned when he reached around her body and settled the crop back on her clit.
“You are not to come until I give you permission. Do you understand?”


If you haven't checked out Book 1 and 2 in the series, here are the buy links below!!!


Book 1 Buy Links:


Amazon                                              Amazon UK
AllRomance
Nook                                                                                                 
Kobo


Book 2 Buy Links:
Amazon
Amazon UK
Barnes and Noble
AllRomance
Kobo
A bit about Sara...

 Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about!  Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind. 


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Where you can find her...
Email: otkdesire@yahoo.com

Blog: http://mrssarafieldsauthor.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100010429061868

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Mrs_Sara_Fields   (@Mrs_Sara_Fields)

Stormy Nights Publications Author Page: http://www.stormynightpublications.com/stormyauthors/sara-fields/

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/SaraFields/e/B016YKP6OY/

Maggie Carpenter is visiting my blog today!

Today I am honored to have Maggie Carpenter here with me to share her new book Tucker's Justice (Wild West Cowboys Book 1).


Here's the blurb...

When hardened gunslinger Tucker Prescott is tasked with bringing law and order back to a town overrun by a gang of criminals, he quickly realizes that his biggest challenge won’t be the villainous McGill brothers. The one who will truly put him to the test is Dolly Baker, the beautiful, feisty twenty-two-year-old daughter of the man who hired him.
From the moment she barges into his cabin uninvited, Tucker knows Dolly is going to be trouble, and it isn’t long before she tests his patience one time too many and earns herself a sound spanking. The embarrassing chastisement gets her attention, but it will take quite a bit more than a few smacks on the bottom to teach her obedience, and the more he sees of Dolly, the more Tucker is forced to admit that he would love to be the man to properly tame her.
Tucker didn’t come to Spring Junction to keep a woman in line, however, he came to deal with the McGill brothers and their gang. He has a plan to do just that, but it will depend on his quick wits as much as his quick draw, and despite his best efforts Tucker can’t get Dolly off his mind. Can he bring the outlaws to justice and make her his bride before she drives him to distraction?

Publisher’s Note: Tucker’s Justice is an erotic romance novel that includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

And an excerpt...
Upstairs in her bedroom, Dolly had locked her door, taken off her dress and drawers, and wearing just her corset, chemise, and stockings to her knees, she holding the hairbrush and peering over her shoulder at her bottom in the mirror. It still showed faint red blotches from when Tucker had last spanked her. The sight sent her belly fluttering, and holding the brush over her right cheek, she held her breath and landed the blows.“Ow, ow,” she hissed, sucking the air between her teeth and stamping her foot. “No fair you making me spank myself.”She now understood why he’d instructed her to make the swats fast and hard. If she’d taken her time she might have held back after the first or second, and delivering them swiftly removed the temptation. Gazing at the red bloom, she took the brush in her left hand, but before landing the second set of four she paused to rub the sting.The whole punishment thing was strange; not that her father hadn’t punished her, he had, but he’d never spanked her. Maude had landed a slap or two, not a real spanking, but what she felt when Tucker smacked her, or threatened to smack her, was completely different to anything she’d ever experienced. It made her stomach flip and sent a pulsing excitement through her entire body.Taking a deep breath, she sent her pondering to the back of her mind and launched into the next four swats. As had happened previously, they didn’t carry the same amount of zest, so she added a fifth. The moment it landed she asked herself why she would do such a thing, but suddenly feeling weak and needing to lie down, she stepped across to her bed and flopped onto her back.“Ooh, what’s wrong with me?” she mumbled. “I want him, that’s what’s wrong with me. I’m twenty-two years old and I’ve never been with a man. I’m glad I waited, but now I don’t want to wait a second longer.”Sending her fingers against her pussy, she found herself warm and wet, very wet. Did spanking feed her desires? Did his authoritative ways arouse her? She knew they did, but she didn’t know why, then decided the why didn’t matter. Closing her eyes, she imagined him lying next to her, rubbing her breasts, tonguing her nipples, and exploring her womanhood with his fingers. “I can’t wait,” she whispered. “I positively cannot wait.”

Here's where you can get it...AMAZONhttps://www.amazon.com/dp/B01ILI3X0G/
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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.
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Paige Parsons is visiting my blog today!

I am so pleased to have Paige Parson's visit my blog today to give us a sneak peak or two at her new novel Taking The Stage. 





Here's the blurb...
Her lying, cheating husband betrayed her. Devastated, she quit her teaching job. Now Robyn Rose isn't sure she has it in her to start over again in the only job she ever really enjoyed—the theatre. 
But support for her penniless artistic future is limited, until she meets Joseph James Davis. He is the director of Robyn’s last-chance gig, and has some unique, over-his-lap sorts of ideas about what it takes to keep his stage manager on her best behavior. He also might just be her last chance at love. 
Now, if only they can get their lead actress (who is also his ex-girlfriend) to take the stage without destroying their possibility at a future together. 
And a couple of excerpts...
Excerpt #1
“She’s not just actor crazy! She’s beyond psycho-diva-drama-queen crazy! She’s the kind of crazy that has an actual diagnosis. It comes with pills, twenty-four-hour watches, and small padded rooms. That bitch practically took my head off!”Joseph stood next to the door, blocking escape by the ranting bundle bouncing around his office. He’d wrangled her into it after he came up on a scene right out of a movie—two beautiful women in the throes of an anything but beautiful cat fight. It was rounded out with co-stars and deck hands pulling the two of them apart.
“Don’t you stand there like I’m overreacting, because you know that I’m not. This has been coming for weeks! I blame you.”
“Excuse me?”
Joseph knew Roby’s feelings on just about everything, but he was still more than curious to see where she was going with this particular proclamation. She often had a poker face, but never a poker mouth, facts that usually led to heated discussions, and often her to a heated backside. This was not a new argument. He knew what she wanted. It was what she’d wanted since the first week Kat showed up. Roby wanted her gone. So, in that regard, he supposed she was right that it was his fault, because he had zero intent of sending their lead actress packing. (PG-13)









Excerpt #2
“Where are those hands?” Her sigh was deep as the double sized mitts he considered hands reached over to rub the tops of both breasts. The water he scooped and let drizzle down her front was silky from the oil she always used.
“Don’t be a tease. Get in here with me.”
“I’m here to hurry you along, make sure you don’t drown, and get you out here with me.”He leaned over to nibble on her ear as he took his frontal assault to the round under curve of her breast and up to nipples that met the pads of his fingertips in rock hard readiness.
“That’s not the way to get me out. Why would I want this to stop?”“Sit up.” Leaning forward Robyn enjoyed his trailing hands that soaped, massaged, and caressed her from the nape of her neck to the dip in her back that met the start of the shapely rear end.
“This isn’t like any bath I’ve ever gotten.”
“And I better be the only one giving you this kind from here on. Rest back.” He moved to the side of the bath and dipped his long arms deep under the bubbles. The luxurious rubbing continued from the tops of her thighs to the tips of her toes. As he ran his palms along the base of her feet, she felt giggles bubbling up in her in childlike fashion. (R)

Where you can get it...
Amazon:  https://goo.gl/s9W6hr
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Nook:  http://goo.gl/zJZOqb

And a little about Paige Parsons...
Paige Parsons is a creative Joan of all Trades, with her first love being theatre. However, theatre rarely paid the bills so, she's also worked as an educator, journalist, UPS customer service representative, and a receptionist at a record label.
Now living and working in Asia, Paige, a native New Yorker, has always loved the world of make believe and was a voracious reader and wild storyteller growing up. 
She has been making up stories and getting them on paper for as long as she can remember and is always thrilled when someone expresses love for something she's written. After years of fear, and waiting for the right moment, she finished, submitted, and is thrilled to present her first full length novel.
She holds an undergraduate degree in Communication/English-Creative Writing and a graduate degree in Education and has spent the last 25 years collecting stories around the stage as an actress, stage manager, and production manager. 
Paige loves to tell stories, read stories, and put stories up on the stage.

I'm so excited that Ava Sinclair has come to share a tempting excerpt of Alien's Captive. Come and join us...

I'm so happy to have Ava Sinclair visiting my blog today, to give us a sneak peak into The Alien's Captive.



Here's the blurb...
General Augustus Bron, Commander of the Traoian Iron Guard, has never approved of the practice of capturing human women and training them to serve the rich and powerful of his world. He knows, however, that success in politics is all but impossible without the social status granted by ownership of a human pet, and with his planet in desperate need of new leadership he sees little choice but to obtain one for himself.
When she pieces together a connection between five missing women, reporter Phaedra Ellis knows she is onto something big, but before she can go public with her story she is taken from her apartment in the middle of the night and brought to a facility unlike anything she has ever seen before. To her shock, Phaedra is informed that she is no longer on Earth, and more disturbing still, she is now the property of a huge, powerful alien warrior who will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her soundly should she dare to disobey him.
After an intimate, deeply humiliating medical examination confirms her suitability as a pet, Bron begins Phaedra’s training. Though taming her will require a firm hand and punishments much more shameful than a mere spanking may be necessary from time to time, he has no doubt that he is up to the task. But despite his efforts to remain stoic, his beautiful little human has soon claimed a place in his heart. When Bron’s enemies seek to use his growing love for Phaedra against him, can the battle-hardened soldier find a way to protect both his planet and his pet?
Publisher’s Note: The Alien’s Captive is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
And the excerpt...

“Today,” he said, “I teach you control.”Her heart was pounding. What did he mean? He was completely silent as he loomed over her, but then a finger dropped to her collarbone and trailed lightly down her skin, and something in so light a touch from so huge a man caused a shudder to run through Phaedra’s small body. When that finger reached her breast, the tip of it circled the areola, sending tiny goosebumps of flesh on her skin and causing her nipple to harden almost painfully.She could feel the wetness starting to form between her legs as his finger now circled the other nipple. Phaedra scrunched her eyes shut tight and squeezed her thighs together, as if that could stop the throbbing of her pussy. When she opened her eyes, she could see Bron looking down at those clamped thighs, and when he drug his gaze up to hers, she could tell he knew her body was already betraying her. The corner of his mouth was curved up in a knowing smirk, and at that moment Phaedra’s anger flared.“NO!” She began to pull against the restraints, to kick her legs, to arch away from Bron while calling him every vile name she could think of. And he —the beast!— was perfectly calm as he caught her, turned her over, clutched her by the waist, raised her ass and began to spank her with hard, heavy blows.“OWWWW!” Her protests and profanities turned to sobs and pleas as her captor’s hard hand fell and fell and fell. He did not spank her quickly, but methodically, carefully timing the blows and letting her whimper in expectation of each one. He was suspending her in a full state of helplessness, forcing her to connect with it.Where the other spanking had been corrective, this one sent a message: I have all the time in the world to spank your bottom. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.The burn of the spanks went subdermal. Her bottom felt as if it were throbbing. Each spank echoed through the room. When Phaedra looked back in one frantic, pain-filled moment, she could see Bron staring between her kicking legs. This made her wail even louder, for she knew what he saw—an exposed pussy glistening wet with need.“Please!” Her voice was hoarse now, and she could barely expel the word. Bron was rubbing her sore bottom, his hand inflaming the burning surface with each pass. For good measure, he squeezed a punished cheek before wordlessly turning her back over. Her bottom was so tender that Phaedra arched away from the bed, but when Bron placed a hand on her pelvis, his expression was so serious that she dropped her pulsing haunches to the mattress, tears of defeat leaking from her eyes.“Again.” It was a single word that marked Bron’s intention of resuming his lesson, as if the spanking were merely a trivial interruption. His finger went back to her nipples, circling one and then the other. And despite the discomfort in her bottom, Phaedra’s pussy once again clenched hungrily. She did not shut her legs this time; there was, she decided, no use trying to hide what he could so easily reveal.The finger moved between her breasts, trailing down and down and down past her navel to the crest of her Venus mound to the top of the deep cleft of her pussy. He ordered her to spread her legs wide, and after weighing the cost of disobedience, Phaedra obeyed, focusing on the ornate tiles of the high ceilings for want of distraction.But there was no distraction great enough to draw her attention away from what he did next. Bron parted Phaedra’s labia with two large fingers and touched the little gold shield that covered her clitoris. It all but melted away under his finger, and when the air hit that little nub of flesh, she felt it pulse and swell and throb.“You’ve drugged me.” She looked at him accusingly, unwilling to admit that her arousal was a natural reaction, given her situation.“I’ve no need to drug a female.”“You’ve drugged me.” Phaedra’s tone was insistent, angry. “Why are you making me act like this?” She moved her hips, desperate to dislodge the finger that was now moving on that sensitive little pearl in maddening circles.He laughed. “Oh, little human. You seek to keep your dignity by denying the truth. You need no drugging. You are under the sway of your own natural desires. You cannot control your passion, whether it be the desires of your body or your urge to unleash your tongue when you should remain silent.” He paused as his finger moved up and down, and Phaedra moaned. “You must learn to curb your passions.”

Buy links...
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All Romance eBooks: https://goo.gl/ZAtpOz

And Ava's bio...
Once upon a time, there was a young woman who found the only way to get her kinky reading fix was to haunt questionable sections of the bookstore and - when no one was looking - snatch up a copy of "Penthouse Letters", which she proceeded to hide inside a magazine for camouflage.She was a nice southern girl then, and nice southern girls didn't read stories she craved - stories of domination and correction and surrender. Or, at least, they didn't own to it.Oh, how times have changed. No longer a young woman, Ava Sinclair is pleased to live in an exciting time when all manner of erotica is available at the click of a button. And she's so very proud to be one of the writers her younger self would have wanted to read.From her beginnings as a contributor to the first online purveyor of female erotica, Bethany's Woodshed, Ava Sinclair went on to not only write but to become an executive editor in the industry. In 2015, she returned to writing fulltime when she published "Marshal's Little Girl" with Stormy Night Publications. That book led to a string of a dozen bestsellers, nine of which became #1 Amazon bestsellers.From alien worlds to western towns to windswept Highlands to shadowy government institutes where women are taken for training, Ava enjoys creating detailed worlds and crafting believable plots that frame sizzling scenes of sex and domination her readers have come to love.She resides in the green hills of southern Virginia with her family, an indecent number of cats, her little dog and an Eagle Owl named Lucius. When she's not writing, she can be found reading, scouring antique shops for vintage teacups, or riding her horses.
Ava's Website...
http://www.avasinclairauthor.com

April Vine has come to visit me today to give us a sneak peak of The Billionaire's Bride

Today I'm happy to welcome April Vine with a juicy excerpt from The Billionaire's bride. 







Here is the Blurb...
Twenty-three-year-old heiress Kassandra Elliot is used to doing as she pleases, so it comes as quite a surprise when handsome billionaire Domenico Bellini confronts her at a nightclub and tells her he is taking her home at her father’s request, whether she likes it or not. When she resists, Domenico tosses her over his shoulder, spanks her, and then makes it clear that she can either behave herself and listen to what he has to say or face more humiliating consequences.

Once he has her attention, Domenico informs Kassandra that their great-grandfathers signed a pact which requires him to wed her as a condition of their families keeping their inheritances. Though she is shocked by the idea of marrying a man she barely knows, Kassandra cannot bear the thought of letting her family down and she hesitantly agrees to the arrangement.

Domenico knows that his beautiful, feisty young wife needs to be taken in hand, but a tragedy earlier in his life makes him reluctant to show her the full extent of his dominance. Before long, however, he finds himself unable to resist the desire to strip her bare, spank her hard, and claim her thoroughly. Their passion is soon burning hotter with each passing day, but when they learn the dark secrets of each other’s pasts will that knowledge bind them together or tear them apart? 
      And the Excerpt... “Tell me, kitten.”“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let go of me.”“And why do you pretend to be sexually active… when you’re still a virgin.”Without her promiscuous continuous drink-binging reputation, she was nothing but an empty shell feebly guiding a very scared person. And she’d rather he not saw the pathetic side of her.“You don’t know anything about me, Domenico,” she said with quiet calm.“I know you’re still a virgin. And your sexual experience comes from those romance novels you’re always reading.”Balancing on the elbow of one of his arms, he used his other hand to grip his cock. He laid the entire length against her. She sank into the mattress, her body melted, boneless, mindless.“I know because if I were to… if I were to sink into you, I’d have to stretch you first, to make me fit inside you. And if I went deeper, I’d bet all my money, you’d bleed. For me, gattino.”He guided his cock up and down her pussy. She was so wet, so turned on, her liquid clung to the skin of his erection. She arched her back and he brushed her clit, sending her out of her body and into his. He did it again, this time parting her folds, feeling exactly how hot and wet she was.“Madre di Dio,” he rasped. “Because that’s what I want to do, bella. I want to make your pussy mine. I want to slide in and watch as you accept me inside your body. And I want to go that deep inside you, and deeper, until I have marked you as mine. Forever.” And the buy links...
Available for purchase at:
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It's time for some spanking hotness!

It feels good to be back with everyone again and I just loved reading all of your spicy tidbits last week.
This week for my eight sentences, I'm sharing the morning after Sage and Cliff's first hot night together.  Sometimes when friends sleep together it gets awkward...




        “I did have a great time last night, you are a very good lo—you’re good at sex,” she said bluntly.
        “Oh, you are cruising for it, little girl.” He shook his head and narrowed his eyes as he tried to figure out what on earth was going on in her head.
        “And there we have it, little girl. You still think of me as a child.”
        “I think of you as a very womanly woman who is acting very much like a rude child and who if not very careful, is going to end up being treated like one. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
        Sage’s face blushed as pink as her tank top. “Yes, I’m sorry if you thought I was being rude. I guess, well, I guess I’m just not very good at this one, night—”
        “You better not finish that sentence. That is not what that was.”

Excerpt

Cliff slapped her bottom hard. This was escalating fast and she wasn’t going to be able to stop it. It didn’t hurt to try though. “You can’t spank me because I’m upset! Please, Cliff!” The screen door squealed and then banged shut behind them as he strode into the living room and up the stairs to the bedroom. She tried to fight; to kick and wriggle, but she was held firm. Sage punched the solid back which only earned her another hard slap.“I’m not spanking you…” Cliff started to say, stepping into the bedroom they had slept in together a short time ago.“Well good, just because you’re my husband, doesn’t mean you can manhandle me whenever you want to,” Sage interrupted.“I was going to say, I’m not going to spank you for being upset. I am going to spank you, because you deserve it,” Cliff said, returning the favour and cutting her off before she was finished. He let her down and sat on the bed, still keeping her firmly between his knees.“I don’t want you to.” Sage tried to step away but Cliff had her in a vice like grip.“Hmm. Do I care at this moment?” Cliff was almost talking to himself. “Nope, not interested.”Within a moment, Sage was facing the carpet, her long brown hair over her face, in her eyes and puddling on the floor right next to Cliff’s dress shoes. She hadn’t noticed that he wasn’t wearing his boots. She’d never seen him in proper going out shoes. “Ow!” A hard smack landed on her rear end, the slight sting from the previous couple of whacks suddenly igniting the burn and starting a fire that was hard to think through. He wasn’t stopping at all, just a barrage of heavy handed slaps that didn’t let up. She couldn’t stop thinking, even though her legs were kicking and her voice was yelling blue murder; this man was wearing suit pants and nice shoes. This man who was always comfortable in jeans and cowboy boots had put on dress shoes and a suit and he’d done that for her. He was making an effort here. Could she have been wrong? Was he doing all this because he liked her? “Stop, Cliff! I think I get it now!”“Sure you do.”Instead of stopping, he paused, giving her a slight hope that he had finished, but he was just raising the dress she’d been wearing and lowering the scrap of lace that was all but covering her stinging bottom. “Oh please, Cliff, let me explain! Ahhh, please, that hurts!”“Good, I’m glad it’s hurting because I wasn’t aiming to tickle you.” Every word spoken was punctuated by another swat to her bottom. “Let me let you in on a little secret. Not only women have feelings!”
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