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October 15, 2016
Saturday showcase: THE GUNSLINGER’S WOMAN BY KELLY DAWSON
It's going to be a very sexy Saturday! This week Kelly Dawson joins us with her new release, The Gunslinger's Woman
!
In the hot new book, we meet nineteen-year-old Jeannie Cooper. The last thing she wants is to be a prim and proper lady, so when her older brothers try to send her off to finishing school she runs away from the family ranch to keep them from putting her on the train to Boston. She plans to hide out on the prairie and return in a few days, but things go horribly wrong when she stumbles upon the infamous Mullins gang. Danny Coulter is a hardened gunslinger with more than enough enemies already, but when he sees a beautiful young woman held captive by outlaws his conscience forces him into action. Rescuing Jeannie turns out to be only the beginning of his troubles, however. Her sass and defiance quickly test the limits of his patience as he endeavors to get her home safely, and before long he is left with little choice but to take her over his knee for a sound spanking. Though Danny's firm-handed discipline leaves her bottom sore and her cheeks blushing, Jeannie is nonetheless excited when her brothers offer him a job at the ranch. Soon he is courting her in earnest, and after a local busybody witnesses him giving Jeannie the first bare-bottom spanking of her life, Danny proposes marriage to avoid a scandal. But with the Mullins gang out for revenge, will his quick draw be enough to protect his woman?
Read this scorching little excerpt from The Gunslinger's Woman...
She gasped as Danny’s huge, hard hand connected with her bottom, the force of the swat reverberating through her. His hand landed again and she gritted her teeth against the pain, determined not to cry out, lest the townsfolk hear her.
“You need to be taught a lesson in manners, and in controlling your temper,” Danny scolded, punctuating his words with another fiery swat.
Jeannie hissed at the fire that tore through her backside, unable to believe that someone who had been half dead just two days ago was smacking her so thoroughly now. She straightened and stood up as he removed his hand from between her shoulder blades, relieved that it was over so soon.
“No, stay there, this isn’t finished. Take down your pants – you’re going to get this spanking on the bare.”
“No!” Jeannie gasped, horrified. “You can’t!”
“I’m too sore to spank you hard enough to have much of an impact,” Danny said. “So it’s either your bare behind, or I use my belt. What’s it to be?”
What a choice. Jeannie groaned. “It’s having an impact, believe me!” she cried. “It’s hurting a lot!”
Danny looked at her sternly, his dark gaze smouldering as he fixed his eyes on hers, sending electricity rippling down her spine. His stern stare sent heat to her very core. “What’s it to be?” he asked softly, dangerously. “Will you take down your pants or am I taking off my belt?”
The sting Danny’s hand was inflicting through her pants was bad enough, no way did she want to feel it on her bare skin. But his belt? She shuddered at the thought of the leather slapping against her bottom. Even through her heavy canvas pants, she knew it would hurt.
The sting in her bottom contradicted his claim that he couldn’t spank her very hard at the moment due to his injury – the thought of his belt against her tender bottom truly scared her.
“I’ll pull my pants down,” she mumbled, her face flushing red with embarrassment. She looked at the ground, hoping Danny wouldn’t see the shame flooding through her.
“Go on then,” he urged her.
Her fingers were shaking as she fumbled with the buttons on her pants, undoing them slowly then pushing them down to her knees. She tugged her short lace drawers down too – the only concession she made to femininity. She shivered as the cool air rippled across her bare skin, kissing her with a chilly breeze. She kept her back to Danny, trying to keep her most intimate places hidden from his view. She was mortified. But despite her shame, she could feel a slickness between her legs that wasn’t there before, and a tingling ache that left her wanting.
“Put your hands back on the wagon and bend over, just as you were before.”
She shook her head. I can’t do this. Panic rose up within her. Maybe she couldn’t escape from her punishment, but neither could she participate in it. If Danny wanted her bent over, he’d have to put her in that position.
Danny’s hand went to his waist. “Do I need to take off my belt?” He looked at her sternly, one eyebrow raised, his dark eyes flashing with impatience.
Inhaling sharply, she shook her head furiously and forced herself to obey. She placed first one hand on the side of the wagon and then the other, fighting to calm her racing heart.
“Good, now bend over.”
Danny’s voice was smooth, a low rumble that sent sparks through her. His hand on the back of her neck, pushing her down, gave her the strength she needed to position herself as he demanded, and she took comfort in the presence of his restraining hand.
The first smack of his hard, rough hand against her bare skin took her breath away. It stung so much more without the protection of her pants. Never had she been spanked on her bare bottom before, and the indignity of it was almost as intolerable as the pain. A second slap followed quickly after the first, and the third one made her cry out.
“Unless you want the townsfolk to witness your spanking, I suggest you keep quiet,” Danny admonished quietly. “You earned this spanking, now you can stand there and take it.”
Sounds hawt right? Go and grab your copy now!
Amazon Buy Link: https://goo.gl/ercXLQ
Have a spanking day now!
Felicity Brandon
!In the hot new book, we meet nineteen-year-old Jeannie Cooper. The last thing she wants is to be a prim and proper lady, so when her older brothers try to send her off to finishing school she runs away from the family ranch to keep them from putting her on the train to Boston. She plans to hide out on the prairie and return in a few days, but things go horribly wrong when she stumbles upon the infamous Mullins gang. Danny Coulter is a hardened gunslinger with more than enough enemies already, but when he sees a beautiful young woman held captive by outlaws his conscience forces him into action. Rescuing Jeannie turns out to be only the beginning of his troubles, however. Her sass and defiance quickly test the limits of his patience as he endeavors to get her home safely, and before long he is left with little choice but to take her over his knee for a sound spanking. Though Danny's firm-handed discipline leaves her bottom sore and her cheeks blushing, Jeannie is nonetheless excited when her brothers offer him a job at the ranch. Soon he is courting her in earnest, and after a local busybody witnesses him giving Jeannie the first bare-bottom spanking of her life, Danny proposes marriage to avoid a scandal. But with the Mullins gang out for revenge, will his quick draw be enough to protect his woman?
Read this scorching little excerpt from The Gunslinger's Woman...
She gasped as Danny’s huge, hard hand connected with her bottom, the force of the swat reverberating through her. His hand landed again and she gritted her teeth against the pain, determined not to cry out, lest the townsfolk hear her.
“You need to be taught a lesson in manners, and in controlling your temper,” Danny scolded, punctuating his words with another fiery swat.
Jeannie hissed at the fire that tore through her backside, unable to believe that someone who had been half dead just two days ago was smacking her so thoroughly now. She straightened and stood up as he removed his hand from between her shoulder blades, relieved that it was over so soon.
“No, stay there, this isn’t finished. Take down your pants – you’re going to get this spanking on the bare.”
“No!” Jeannie gasped, horrified. “You can’t!”
“I’m too sore to spank you hard enough to have much of an impact,” Danny said. “So it’s either your bare behind, or I use my belt. What’s it to be?”
What a choice. Jeannie groaned. “It’s having an impact, believe me!” she cried. “It’s hurting a lot!”
Danny looked at her sternly, his dark gaze smouldering as he fixed his eyes on hers, sending electricity rippling down her spine. His stern stare sent heat to her very core. “What’s it to be?” he asked softly, dangerously. “Will you take down your pants or am I taking off my belt?”
The sting Danny’s hand was inflicting through her pants was bad enough, no way did she want to feel it on her bare skin. But his belt? She shuddered at the thought of the leather slapping against her bottom. Even through her heavy canvas pants, she knew it would hurt.
The sting in her bottom contradicted his claim that he couldn’t spank her very hard at the moment due to his injury – the thought of his belt against her tender bottom truly scared her.
“I’ll pull my pants down,” she mumbled, her face flushing red with embarrassment. She looked at the ground, hoping Danny wouldn’t see the shame flooding through her.
“Go on then,” he urged her.
Her fingers were shaking as she fumbled with the buttons on her pants, undoing them slowly then pushing them down to her knees. She tugged her short lace drawers down too – the only concession she made to femininity. She shivered as the cool air rippled across her bare skin, kissing her with a chilly breeze. She kept her back to Danny, trying to keep her most intimate places hidden from his view. She was mortified. But despite her shame, she could feel a slickness between her legs that wasn’t there before, and a tingling ache that left her wanting.
“Put your hands back on the wagon and bend over, just as you were before.”
She shook her head. I can’t do this. Panic rose up within her. Maybe she couldn’t escape from her punishment, but neither could she participate in it. If Danny wanted her bent over, he’d have to put her in that position.
Danny’s hand went to his waist. “Do I need to take off my belt?” He looked at her sternly, one eyebrow raised, his dark eyes flashing with impatience.
Inhaling sharply, she shook her head furiously and forced herself to obey. She placed first one hand on the side of the wagon and then the other, fighting to calm her racing heart.
“Good, now bend over.”
Danny’s voice was smooth, a low rumble that sent sparks through her. His hand on the back of her neck, pushing her down, gave her the strength she needed to position herself as he demanded, and she took comfort in the presence of his restraining hand.
The first smack of his hard, rough hand against her bare skin took her breath away. It stung so much more without the protection of her pants. Never had she been spanked on her bare bottom before, and the indignity of it was almost as intolerable as the pain. A second slap followed quickly after the first, and the third one made her cry out.
“Unless you want the townsfolk to witness your spanking, I suggest you keep quiet,” Danny admonished quietly. “You earned this spanking, now you can stand there and take it.”
Sounds hawt right? Go and grab your copy now!
Amazon Buy Link: https://goo.gl/ercXLQ
Have a spanking day now!
Felicity Brandon
October 12, 2016
The Scorpio Saga by Lilith Darville!
I love this time of the year; the leaves turning golden and falling from the trees, the nights turning chilly and crisp... Along with these changes comes my birthday, and as a scorpio, one particular set of stories has interested me for some time: Lilith Darville joins us this week with The Scorpio Saga Box Set: Scorpio Begins, Scorpio Awakens & Scorpio Rising.
Let's share the blurb, and hopefully shed some light into this sexy erotic romance...
She taught him how to be a man. He’ll teach her the true meaning of passion…
Few women ever stood out to Connor McClane. But when he reunites with the one woman who captured his attention, he’s determined not to let her steal his heart. As their relationship unfolds, they find themselves locked in a battle against their feelings, their secrets, and their intense desires. When tensions erupt, it’s nothing short of volcanic.
Meredith taught Connor to be a man in the bedroom. Years after their first tryst, he’s learned how to dominate in the real world too. As Connor knows, when you mix business and passion, the whole world becomes your bedroom.
And as all his adversaries learn, don’t underestimate Connor McClane unless you’re willing to suffer the consequences…
The Scorpio Saga Box Set contains the first three electrifying Scorpio books, a collection of erotic romance novels. If you like breathless erotica,
relatable characters, and a healthy dose of BDSM, then you’ll love Lilith Darville’s steamy series.
Buy The Scorpio Saga Box Set to explore the love and pleasure today!
Amazon.com: https://www.amazon.com/Scorpio-Saga-B...
Amazon.ca: https://www.amazon.ca/Scorpio-Saga-Bo...
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-ca/ebo...
Find more of Lilith here:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lilith.darville
Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/LilithDarvil...
Reader group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/18208...
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LilithDarville
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/lilithdarvi...
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lilith.darv...
For more information, please contact info@lilithdarville.com.
Happy reading and enjoy your hump day!
Felicity Brandon
Let's share the blurb, and hopefully shed some light into this sexy erotic romance...
She taught him how to be a man. He’ll teach her the true meaning of passion…
Few women ever stood out to Connor McClane. But when he reunites with the one woman who captured his attention, he’s determined not to let her steal his heart. As their relationship unfolds, they find themselves locked in a battle against their feelings, their secrets, and their intense desires. When tensions erupt, it’s nothing short of volcanic.
Meredith taught Connor to be a man in the bedroom. Years after their first tryst, he’s learned how to dominate in the real world too. As Connor knows, when you mix business and passion, the whole world becomes your bedroom.
And as all his adversaries learn, don’t underestimate Connor McClane unless you’re willing to suffer the consequences…
The Scorpio Saga Box Set contains the first three electrifying Scorpio books, a collection of erotic romance novels. If you like breathless erotica,
relatable characters, and a healthy dose of BDSM, then you’ll love Lilith Darville’s steamy series.
Buy The Scorpio Saga Box Set to explore the love and pleasure today!
Amazon.com: https://www.amazon.com/Scorpio-Saga-B...
Amazon.ca: https://www.amazon.ca/Scorpio-Saga-Bo...
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-ca/ebo...
Find more of Lilith here:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lilith.darville
Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/LilithDarvil...
Reader group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/18208...
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LilithDarville
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/lilithdarvi...
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lilith.darv...
For more information, please contact info@lilithdarville.com.
Happy reading and enjoy your hump day!
Felicity Brandon
October 11, 2016
Little Lizzie's Reform by Allison West.
Welcome to a special new Tuesday Brandon blog! There are so many hot, new spanking and BDSM books out there, that I find I need to add a new post each week just to give each on the exposure it so rightfully deserves!
This week we are joined by the #1 international best-selling author in erotic BDSM, Allison West, with her exciting new release, Little Lizzie's Reform
!
In the book, Thomas Montgomery seeks out troubled ladies that are in need of a strict and proper upbringing, encouraging them to join Alton Reform. Discovering Elizabeth Grey alone by the tavern at night, he insists he accompany her on the journey home, to ensure she makes her return safely. It is her sharp tongue and fiery defiance that makes him desire her as his little Lizzie.
Without reservation, he suggests to her father that Elizabeth be sent away to Alton Reform, a school known for its strict disciplinary measures to create fine young ladies capable of obeying their husbands. Ladies that without such correction would wind up in an asylum for their tenacious and troublesome ways.
Unwed and with no prospects of marriage, Elizabeth is forced by her father to attend Alton Reform and be trained by her governess under the headmaster’s guidance.
Elizabeth does not take well to Alton Reform’s ways of discipline. Unpleased after a stern spanking to her bare bottom, Elizabeth runs away, only to be caught by Mr. Thomas Montgomery.
Will he force her to return to Alton Reform? Can Thomas show Elizabeth that love can be gained from discipline? How will she feel when he confesses his desire to make her his little Lizzie?
Now read an enticing excerpt from the book...
With a heavy sigh, Elizabeth stepped forward into the house, wiping her shoes before taking several steps back, probably hoping to disappear into her bedroom and be forgotten about. Would she risk escaping again, just to avoid punishment?
“I know it is not my place, Sir, but perhaps I can offer a word of advice.” Thomas was not sure it was wise to interfere. It had been made clear to him that Elizabeth did not hold any sense of respect for the elder and it would do her well to gain a better understanding of right and wrong. Some children needed a little more encouragement, even as they grew beyond their childhood years.
“You are right it is not your place,” the older man said, “but as her father, I am up to my wits’ end trying to control the boisterous girl. Her friend, that Isabel girl has put the devil in her, and I have done all that I could to separate the two of them. Isabel has since been married off but it seems my Elizabeth has not yet grown out of such unfitting behavior.”
“There is a reformatory that I am well acquainted with, my own sister was sent there with a horrible bout of hysteria and has since been married and is with her first child. I can assure you that doctors were concerned if she did not attend such an establishment, she would still be suffering from hysteria and locked away in an asylum. I can only assume you do not wish for such a fate for your daughter.”
“My Elizabeth does not suffer from hysteria,” he scoffed at such an idea. “She is trouble but she is not unwell. Discipline is what she needs, not an asylum.”
Grab your copy of this sexy historical action here:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Little-Lizzies...
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/littl...
I will have news of my own cover reveal for my sexy, maurading Vikings this week - so stay tuned!
Felicity Brandon
This week we are joined by the #1 international best-selling author in erotic BDSM, Allison West, with her exciting new release, Little Lizzie's Reform
!In the book, Thomas Montgomery seeks out troubled ladies that are in need of a strict and proper upbringing, encouraging them to join Alton Reform. Discovering Elizabeth Grey alone by the tavern at night, he insists he accompany her on the journey home, to ensure she makes her return safely. It is her sharp tongue and fiery defiance that makes him desire her as his little Lizzie.
Without reservation, he suggests to her father that Elizabeth be sent away to Alton Reform, a school known for its strict disciplinary measures to create fine young ladies capable of obeying their husbands. Ladies that without such correction would wind up in an asylum for their tenacious and troublesome ways.
Unwed and with no prospects of marriage, Elizabeth is forced by her father to attend Alton Reform and be trained by her governess under the headmaster’s guidance.
Elizabeth does not take well to Alton Reform’s ways of discipline. Unpleased after a stern spanking to her bare bottom, Elizabeth runs away, only to be caught by Mr. Thomas Montgomery.
Will he force her to return to Alton Reform? Can Thomas show Elizabeth that love can be gained from discipline? How will she feel when he confesses his desire to make her his little Lizzie?
Now read an enticing excerpt from the book...
With a heavy sigh, Elizabeth stepped forward into the house, wiping her shoes before taking several steps back, probably hoping to disappear into her bedroom and be forgotten about. Would she risk escaping again, just to avoid punishment?
“I know it is not my place, Sir, but perhaps I can offer a word of advice.” Thomas was not sure it was wise to interfere. It had been made clear to him that Elizabeth did not hold any sense of respect for the elder and it would do her well to gain a better understanding of right and wrong. Some children needed a little more encouragement, even as they grew beyond their childhood years.
“You are right it is not your place,” the older man said, “but as her father, I am up to my wits’ end trying to control the boisterous girl. Her friend, that Isabel girl has put the devil in her, and I have done all that I could to separate the two of them. Isabel has since been married off but it seems my Elizabeth has not yet grown out of such unfitting behavior.”
“There is a reformatory that I am well acquainted with, my own sister was sent there with a horrible bout of hysteria and has since been married and is with her first child. I can assure you that doctors were concerned if she did not attend such an establishment, she would still be suffering from hysteria and locked away in an asylum. I can only assume you do not wish for such a fate for your daughter.”
“My Elizabeth does not suffer from hysteria,” he scoffed at such an idea. “She is trouble but she is not unwell. Discipline is what she needs, not an asylum.”
Grab your copy of this sexy historical action here:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Little-Lizzies...
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/littl...
I will have news of my own cover reveal for my sexy, maurading Vikings this week - so stay tuned!
Felicity Brandon
October 8, 2016
Ride The Wind... The special Saturday showcase!
Welcome to this special Saturday showcase blog post! Today we are joined by Nia Farrell writing as Erinn Ellender Quinn, with her new release, Ride the Wind
.
This paranormal historical romance is Nia's first release as Erinn, and it sounds amazing! In the book, Captain Ian O’Manion is a man with three names and a perilous past….
As Ian O’Malley, he’s wanted by the English. He’s wanted by the French as Jean Delacorte. When he wins The Oaks, a Maryland horse farm, he takes a new name for his new life…until the past catches up to him, with a vengeance.
Ian returns to The Oaks with a festering gunshot wound, fractured bones, and a broken spirit. Haunted by abuses suffered in a Jamaican prison, devoid of hope after his botched escape, he believes that he’s come home to die.
Elsbeth Gordon is an indentured servant with dangerous secrets of her own ….
A young woman of power, Beth talks to trees, communicates with animals, and practices magick alone. When healing the Captain means sharing her secrets, Beth has no choice but to risk being burned as a witch. The psychically gifted beekeeper sees the promise of their future in his eyes…if they can survive an old enemy and an ancient evil that threaten to destroy them both.
Read the exciting ecerpt here:
Ian frowned to think that she was still reading his mind. Jaysus, Joseph and Mary, would he never have any privacy with her? he wondered. The idea was damned disconcerting.
“I expect we’ll be able tae move ye tae the big house in a day or two,” she promised, scooting off the counterpane and letting the insect netting close behind her. “It’s just tha’ here, ye’re closer at hand.”
“Wouldn’t want to inconvenience you,” he mumbled. He knew it was rather childlike but he was unable to help it. Months of torture and a botched prison escape had a way of making a man not quite himself, but he couldn’t tell her that, any more than he could tell her his real name, not until it was cleared.
“Please, call me Beth,” she offered, tossing another bone. “And ‘tis a matter of degrees,” she said. “Ye’re gang tae be a bother, regardless. I thought tae make it easy on me mam. She’s no’ getting any younger, ye ken.”
Thrilled to realize that his fevered brain could actually follow her reasoning despite the brogue, Ian waved his hand, bestowing absolution. The Widow Gordon was, what, in her mid-fifties? Staid, steady, and still able to tend the plantation’s medicinal herb garden when she wasn’t busy birthing babies or ministering to the sick. She had a passion for fishing and he wondered if she used the quiet time it afforded to pray the rosary for her heathen daughter or her late husband, whom he’d brought over to manage his stables. All three had been indentured for seven years. Fever had carried off the one, but the two females were left, his fisher midwife and his busy, busy beekeeper, together with a small village of other indentures who tilled the soil and reaped the harvest and mucked stalls and sheared sheep and spun and wove, while a pair of hired brothers bred his horses, whose lines had been vastly improved by the blood of Spanish Barbs and Narragansett Pacers.
Even before the late Philip Rhys Davies had raced off on and toppled with the promising Zeus, the prize of The Oaks plantation was a stallion named Zephyr, fifteen-and-a-half hands high and black as midnight, save for a brilliant white blaze that flashed like lightning on the track. Zephyr was a racer that sired other racers, but the pretty pacers he had thus fathered would be in demand with the fox hunting and pleasure riding denizens of the surrounding counties, once word spread. Right now his men were working to recover from the loss of Zeus, and Philip. They managed the breeding, kept Zephyr busy mounting brood mares, and cared for those expecting the next go-round. They evaluated the one-year-olds and trained the two- and three-year-olds deemed worth the investment, breaking and selling the rest as opportunities arose.
One of the hired brothers, the farrier Thomas, had let it slip that Elsbeth—Beth—Gordon had the real talent for culling goats from sheep.
Beth Gordon, who slept with foxes and talked to bees and communed with horses. Who worked magick at midnight and refused to let him die whilst she was doing it. Who’d fought with him and for him and climbed into bed with him when the only way to keep him here was the promise of soft pink lips and delicious pomegranate breasts and those pretty, pretty feet. Whose naked body could have been his for the taking, except…except…
Dear God.
Nothing. Nothing. Jaysus, don’t tell me it’s come to this.
In prison, he’d had time for reflection between the day’s beatings and the night’s violations, and during one of his bargaining sessions with God, should He deem him worth saving, Ian had offered to leave his sailing and smuggling days behind him and retire to The Oaks as just another gentleman farmer, above reproach of the law. His daughter’s marriage had started him thinking, had turned his thoughts to the future and whether it might hold someone to share it with.
Good luck with that, when Beth Gordon in her birthday suit couldn’t get a rise out of him.
Maybe it was the laudanum.
God, let it be the laudanum.
......
Buy the book at Amazon: http://mybook.to/TW2 - and there's a paperback coming soon!
Enjoy your weekend one and all!
Felicity Brandon
.This paranormal historical romance is Nia's first release as Erinn, and it sounds amazing! In the book, Captain Ian O’Manion is a man with three names and a perilous past….
As Ian O’Malley, he’s wanted by the English. He’s wanted by the French as Jean Delacorte. When he wins The Oaks, a Maryland horse farm, he takes a new name for his new life…until the past catches up to him, with a vengeance.
Ian returns to The Oaks with a festering gunshot wound, fractured bones, and a broken spirit. Haunted by abuses suffered in a Jamaican prison, devoid of hope after his botched escape, he believes that he’s come home to die.
Elsbeth Gordon is an indentured servant with dangerous secrets of her own ….
A young woman of power, Beth talks to trees, communicates with animals, and practices magick alone. When healing the Captain means sharing her secrets, Beth has no choice but to risk being burned as a witch. The psychically gifted beekeeper sees the promise of their future in his eyes…if they can survive an old enemy and an ancient evil that threaten to destroy them both.
Read the exciting ecerpt here:
Ian frowned to think that she was still reading his mind. Jaysus, Joseph and Mary, would he never have any privacy with her? he wondered. The idea was damned disconcerting.
“I expect we’ll be able tae move ye tae the big house in a day or two,” she promised, scooting off the counterpane and letting the insect netting close behind her. “It’s just tha’ here, ye’re closer at hand.”
“Wouldn’t want to inconvenience you,” he mumbled. He knew it was rather childlike but he was unable to help it. Months of torture and a botched prison escape had a way of making a man not quite himself, but he couldn’t tell her that, any more than he could tell her his real name, not until it was cleared.
“Please, call me Beth,” she offered, tossing another bone. “And ‘tis a matter of degrees,” she said. “Ye’re gang tae be a bother, regardless. I thought tae make it easy on me mam. She’s no’ getting any younger, ye ken.”
Thrilled to realize that his fevered brain could actually follow her reasoning despite the brogue, Ian waved his hand, bestowing absolution. The Widow Gordon was, what, in her mid-fifties? Staid, steady, and still able to tend the plantation’s medicinal herb garden when she wasn’t busy birthing babies or ministering to the sick. She had a passion for fishing and he wondered if she used the quiet time it afforded to pray the rosary for her heathen daughter or her late husband, whom he’d brought over to manage his stables. All three had been indentured for seven years. Fever had carried off the one, but the two females were left, his fisher midwife and his busy, busy beekeeper, together with a small village of other indentures who tilled the soil and reaped the harvest and mucked stalls and sheared sheep and spun and wove, while a pair of hired brothers bred his horses, whose lines had been vastly improved by the blood of Spanish Barbs and Narragansett Pacers.
Even before the late Philip Rhys Davies had raced off on and toppled with the promising Zeus, the prize of The Oaks plantation was a stallion named Zephyr, fifteen-and-a-half hands high and black as midnight, save for a brilliant white blaze that flashed like lightning on the track. Zephyr was a racer that sired other racers, but the pretty pacers he had thus fathered would be in demand with the fox hunting and pleasure riding denizens of the surrounding counties, once word spread. Right now his men were working to recover from the loss of Zeus, and Philip. They managed the breeding, kept Zephyr busy mounting brood mares, and cared for those expecting the next go-round. They evaluated the one-year-olds and trained the two- and three-year-olds deemed worth the investment, breaking and selling the rest as opportunities arose.
One of the hired brothers, the farrier Thomas, had let it slip that Elsbeth—Beth—Gordon had the real talent for culling goats from sheep.
Beth Gordon, who slept with foxes and talked to bees and communed with horses. Who worked magick at midnight and refused to let him die whilst she was doing it. Who’d fought with him and for him and climbed into bed with him when the only way to keep him here was the promise of soft pink lips and delicious pomegranate breasts and those pretty, pretty feet. Whose naked body could have been his for the taking, except…except…
Dear God.
Nothing. Nothing. Jaysus, don’t tell me it’s come to this.
In prison, he’d had time for reflection between the day’s beatings and the night’s violations, and during one of his bargaining sessions with God, should He deem him worth saving, Ian had offered to leave his sailing and smuggling days behind him and retire to The Oaks as just another gentleman farmer, above reproach of the law. His daughter’s marriage had started him thinking, had turned his thoughts to the future and whether it might hold someone to share it with.
Good luck with that, when Beth Gordon in her birthday suit couldn’t get a rise out of him.
Maybe it was the laudanum.
God, let it be the laudanum.
......
Buy the book at Amazon: http://mybook.to/TW2 - and there's a paperback coming soon!
Enjoy your weekend one and all!
Felicity Brandon
October 5, 2016
Surrendered on the Frontier by Jane Henry!
It's that time of the week again. Half way through the week and desperate for a new hot read? Never fear - Jane Henry joins us for some wild western punishment in "Surrendered on the Frontier"!
After the untimely death of her harsh, overbearing husband left her a widow at the age of twenty-three, Ruth Watson vowed that she would never depend on a man again, let alone submit to one. The hard world of the frontier is no easy place for a woman to make her own way, however, and when the tough, handsome Samuel Stanley takes it upon himself to look out for her, Ruth is ashamed to find that a part of her longs to surrender to his firm but loving dominance.
Though Samuel itches to tame the headstrong Ruth, he is able to hold himself back until she loses her temper and hurts her best friend. Seeing her riddled with guilt, he at last puts the beautiful little spitfire over his knee and spanks her hard and thoroughly. The stern punishment leaves Ruth not only properly chastened, but burning with passion as well, and when Samuel takes her in his arms she yields completely to his mastery of her body.
Samuel makes it clear that from now on Ruth’s impetuous behavior will have consequences, but in her heart she wonders if he will grow tired of protecting her from both herself and the dangers of the frontier. Can she bring herself to trust him to be the man she has always needed, or will her fears bring an end to their blossoming romance?
Publisher’s Note: Surrendered on the Frontier is a stand-alone sequel to Claimed on the Frontier. It
“I feel awful. Just awful.” The anger from earlier, the feeling of helplessness, and the weight that saddled my shoulders seemed insurmountable. I wanted to climb into bed and pull the quilt over my head. I wanted to never get out of that bed again. I deserved to be punished for such a wicked act against my closest friend, and the guilt I felt was consuming me. I covered my face with my hands, tears seeping through my fingers. “She's so good to me,” I choked, as the tears flowed. “She's with child, and I struck her. What a wicked, wicked thing. I feel so guilty, Samuel,” I said to him. “I ought to be whipped for such a thing.”
His arms came around me then, and he pulled me into his chest. One large hand stroked my hair as he held me. “I wouldn't say whipped,” he said, and his voice was softer than I expected. “But little Ruth, I've long since thought that my hand across your backside would do you a world of good.”
I sniffled onto his chest as he held me. Just now, Pearl had told me Aaron would've taken her
across his knee. She said it with a laugh, even. Would I feel better if he spanked me?
He'd told me he wouldn't raise a hand to me, because of my past.
But would he if I asked? I pulled back from him.
“Samuel?”
He nodded, smoothing the dampened hair back from my forehead.
“Would you...spank me if I told you that I knew I deserved it? And I wouldn't... be angry with you? I feel guilty,” I said. “I ought to be spanked.”
His eyes focused on mine a minute. He was contemplating. He finally spoke after what seemed a very long time.
“You want me to spank you?”
I closed my eyes and nodded. I couldn't look at him.
“Fair enough,” he said.
I swallowed, fear racing across my chest and a surprising jolt of arousal at his stern but calm demeanor. “Now?” I whispered.
He released me, pulled a chair from the table, placed it in the center of the room, and sat heavily, his large legs spread apart. I looked at his lap and wondered what it would feel like to lay across his knees like a naughty child. He would not make me. He would not forcefully pull me across his lap.
Samuel patted his knee. “Come now, little Ruth,” he said softly. “Come and lie yourself across my knee.”
He would not force me.
I would have to do it myself.
.....
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Have a sexy week!
Felicity Brandon
After the untimely death of her harsh, overbearing husband left her a widow at the age of twenty-three, Ruth Watson vowed that she would never depend on a man again, let alone submit to one. The hard world of the frontier is no easy place for a woman to make her own way, however, and when the tough, handsome Samuel Stanley takes it upon himself to look out for her, Ruth is ashamed to find that a part of her longs to surrender to his firm but loving dominance.
Though Samuel itches to tame the headstrong Ruth, he is able to hold himself back until she loses her temper and hurts her best friend. Seeing her riddled with guilt, he at last puts the beautiful little spitfire over his knee and spanks her hard and thoroughly. The stern punishment leaves Ruth not only properly chastened, but burning with passion as well, and when Samuel takes her in his arms she yields completely to his mastery of her body.
Samuel makes it clear that from now on Ruth’s impetuous behavior will have consequences, but in her heart she wonders if he will grow tired of protecting her from both herself and the dangers of the frontier. Can she bring herself to trust him to be the man she has always needed, or will her fears bring an end to their blossoming romance?
Publisher’s Note: Surrendered on the Frontier is a stand-alone sequel to Claimed on the Frontier. It
“I feel awful. Just awful.” The anger from earlier, the feeling of helplessness, and the weight that saddled my shoulders seemed insurmountable. I wanted to climb into bed and pull the quilt over my head. I wanted to never get out of that bed again. I deserved to be punished for such a wicked act against my closest friend, and the guilt I felt was consuming me. I covered my face with my hands, tears seeping through my fingers. “She's so good to me,” I choked, as the tears flowed. “She's with child, and I struck her. What a wicked, wicked thing. I feel so guilty, Samuel,” I said to him. “I ought to be whipped for such a thing.”
His arms came around me then, and he pulled me into his chest. One large hand stroked my hair as he held me. “I wouldn't say whipped,” he said, and his voice was softer than I expected. “But little Ruth, I've long since thought that my hand across your backside would do you a world of good.”
I sniffled onto his chest as he held me. Just now, Pearl had told me Aaron would've taken her
across his knee. She said it with a laugh, even. Would I feel better if he spanked me?
He'd told me he wouldn't raise a hand to me, because of my past.
But would he if I asked? I pulled back from him.
“Samuel?”
He nodded, smoothing the dampened hair back from my forehead.
“Would you...spank me if I told you that I knew I deserved it? And I wouldn't... be angry with you? I feel guilty,” I said. “I ought to be spanked.”
His eyes focused on mine a minute. He was contemplating. He finally spoke after what seemed a very long time.
“You want me to spank you?”
I closed my eyes and nodded. I couldn't look at him.
“Fair enough,” he said.
I swallowed, fear racing across my chest and a surprising jolt of arousal at his stern but calm demeanor. “Now?” I whispered.
He released me, pulled a chair from the table, placed it in the center of the room, and sat heavily, his large legs spread apart. I looked at his lap and wondered what it would feel like to lay across his knees like a naughty child. He would not make me. He would not forcefully pull me across his lap.
Samuel patted his knee. “Come now, little Ruth,” he said softly. “Come and lie yourself across my knee.”
He would not force me.
I would have to do it myself.
.....
Grab your copy of this tantalizing book now:
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Have a sexy week!
Felicity Brandon
September 28, 2016
The Pirate's Captive by Maisy Archer!
It's Hump day and I don't know about any of you, but I am LONG overdue a spanking... Enter Maisy Archer, with her red-hot spanking romance, The Pirate's Captive
!
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?
Here's a sizzling snippet, before you 1-click!
“…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.
.....
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Pirates-Captiv...
Enjoy the hot read and stay tuned for a cover reveal for my new Viking release - coming soon!
Felicity Brandon
!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?
Here's a sizzling snippet, before you 1-click!
“…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.
.....
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Pirates-Captiv...
Enjoy the hot read and stay tuned for a cover reveal for my new Viking release - coming soon!
Felicity Brandon
September 21, 2016
Corralling Callie by Amelia Smarts!
My final edits are with my editor and I hope it will only be a matter of weeks until my first historical erotic romance will be on your kindles! Until then, do you need a new hot spanking romantic read? Then check out the sexy western Corralling Callie
from the talented Amelia Smarts!
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.
Read Amelia's saucy excerpt here:
Her mind wandered back to thoughts of Jude. She imagined lying over his lap naked while his hand stroked the length of her body, from the nape of her neck down to her bottom and backs of her thighs. The spankings he’d given her had hurt at the time, but she liked remembering and fantasizing about them. Jude looked handsome even when he was angry—perhaps especially then. His dark eyes flashed and his firm jaw became impossibly harder. Then there was his voice when he scolded her before and during a spanking. It was deep and serious, yet still gentle, leaving her feeling both contrite and cared for at the same time.
She ran her hand up her inner thighs and squeezed her eyes shut as she imagined what would happen if she lost her temper and told Jude she hated him again. He would surely make good on his threat to spank her bare bottom.
“That’s it!” he would declare, peeling off his suede driving gloves and slapping them on the table. Her mind’s eye watched him cross the room to the bed with thunderous strides. He sat down and crooked his finger. “Come here, young lady. It’s time for that spanking I promised you.” His voice was stern, but she saw a twinkle in his eye.
She took slow steps in his direction. His hands looked so big, each one splayed over a denim-clad knee. Standing in front of him, she gazed at him sorrowfully and covered her behind with her palms. “I didn’t mean it, Jude. Are you going to spank me hard?”
One of his giant hands wrapped around her arm and pulled her into that vulnerable position over his lap. When settled, her fluttering tummy pressed against his thigh, and she gasped as he slipped her drawers off her bottom and slid them down her legs. Landing a firm swat across both naked cheeks, he said, “Only as hard as you deserve.” His hand descended, again and again, and the sound of bare flesh being struck by a determined palm echoed in her ears.
The spanking would sting, and the sting would become more intense the longer he kept at it. She would try to wiggle away, but a hand anchored around her waist would prevent her from doing so.
“How would you like it if I said I hated you, hmm?” he scolded, smacking each cheek harder.
“I wouldn’t like it one bit, Jude. I’m sorry! I’ll never say it again.”
“No, you won’t,” he agreed, and maneuvered his punishing hand to her thighs to land a few sound swats on each one. “Otherwise, you’ll be right back over my knee for another spanking on this naughty bottom of yours. Understand?”
“Yes, Jude.” She fantasized that she felt meek from the chastisement and longed for him to be pleased with her again.
With one final swat, the punishment ended. His hand loosened from around her waist, and he massaged her lower back with his thumb, while the callused fingers of his other hand trailed up and down each burning globe. “What happens when you misbehave, eh, Callie?”
“You spank me.”
She realized she said those words out loud in the empty hotel room, and her face heated.
.....
Buy Corralling Callie here:
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AMAZON UK: http://amzn.to/2bbsbYu
BARNES & NOBLE: http://bit.ly/2btg9gw
ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS: http://bit.ly/2b83YmX
Find out more about Amelia:
Blog: http://ameliasmarts.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/author.ameli...
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AmeliaSmarts @ameliasmarts
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/ameliasmarts
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Amelia-Smarts/...
Don't forget to join me this Sunday at the reader event of the year: Mr. Blackthorne's One Year Anniversary Event featuring the Wicked Pen Writers! It runs from September 23rd through to the 25th, and I am hosting on Sunday, 25th from 11-12 (CET) / 5-6pm (UK time). They'll be games, prizes and sneak peaks of my NEW viking release! To join in, please come along to our dungeon https://www.facebook.com/groups/black... and then you can sign up for the closed event:
https://www.facebook.com/events/31739...
I hope to see you all there!
I'm off for my spanking! ;-) Have a great week...
Felicity Brandon
from the talented Amelia Smarts!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.
Read Amelia's saucy excerpt here:
Her mind wandered back to thoughts of Jude. She imagined lying over his lap naked while his hand stroked the length of her body, from the nape of her neck down to her bottom and backs of her thighs. The spankings he’d given her had hurt at the time, but she liked remembering and fantasizing about them. Jude looked handsome even when he was angry—perhaps especially then. His dark eyes flashed and his firm jaw became impossibly harder. Then there was his voice when he scolded her before and during a spanking. It was deep and serious, yet still gentle, leaving her feeling both contrite and cared for at the same time.
She ran her hand up her inner thighs and squeezed her eyes shut as she imagined what would happen if she lost her temper and told Jude she hated him again. He would surely make good on his threat to spank her bare bottom.
“That’s it!” he would declare, peeling off his suede driving gloves and slapping them on the table. Her mind’s eye watched him cross the room to the bed with thunderous strides. He sat down and crooked his finger. “Come here, young lady. It’s time for that spanking I promised you.” His voice was stern, but she saw a twinkle in his eye.
She took slow steps in his direction. His hands looked so big, each one splayed over a denim-clad knee. Standing in front of him, she gazed at him sorrowfully and covered her behind with her palms. “I didn’t mean it, Jude. Are you going to spank me hard?”
One of his giant hands wrapped around her arm and pulled her into that vulnerable position over his lap. When settled, her fluttering tummy pressed against his thigh, and she gasped as he slipped her drawers off her bottom and slid them down her legs. Landing a firm swat across both naked cheeks, he said, “Only as hard as you deserve.” His hand descended, again and again, and the sound of bare flesh being struck by a determined palm echoed in her ears.
The spanking would sting, and the sting would become more intense the longer he kept at it. She would try to wiggle away, but a hand anchored around her waist would prevent her from doing so.
“How would you like it if I said I hated you, hmm?” he scolded, smacking each cheek harder.
“I wouldn’t like it one bit, Jude. I’m sorry! I’ll never say it again.”
“No, you won’t,” he agreed, and maneuvered his punishing hand to her thighs to land a few sound swats on each one. “Otherwise, you’ll be right back over my knee for another spanking on this naughty bottom of yours. Understand?”
“Yes, Jude.” She fantasized that she felt meek from the chastisement and longed for him to be pleased with her again.
With one final swat, the punishment ended. His hand loosened from around her waist, and he massaged her lower back with his thumb, while the callused fingers of his other hand trailed up and down each burning globe. “What happens when you misbehave, eh, Callie?”
“You spank me.”
She realized she said those words out loud in the empty hotel room, and her face heated.
.....
Buy Corralling Callie here:
AMAZON US: http://amzn.to/2b86qXW
AMAZON UK: http://amzn.to/2bbsbYu
BARNES & NOBLE: http://bit.ly/2btg9gw
ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS: http://bit.ly/2b83YmX
Find out more about Amelia:
Blog: http://ameliasmarts.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/author.ameli...
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AmeliaSmarts @ameliasmarts
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/ameliasmarts
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Amelia-Smarts/...
Don't forget to join me this Sunday at the reader event of the year: Mr. Blackthorne's One Year Anniversary Event featuring the Wicked Pen Writers! It runs from September 23rd through to the 25th, and I am hosting on Sunday, 25th from 11-12 (CET) / 5-6pm (UK time). They'll be games, prizes and sneak peaks of my NEW viking release! To join in, please come along to our dungeon https://www.facebook.com/groups/black... and then you can sign up for the closed event:
https://www.facebook.com/events/31739...
I hope to see you all there!
I'm off for my spanking! ;-) Have a great week...
Felicity Brandon
September 14, 2016
Buck Naked by Teresa Noelle Roberts!
Happy hump day! Today Teresa Noelle Roberts joins us with her new romantic science fiction release, Buck, Naked
!
If you've read the previous Chronicles of the Malcolm books, Thrill-Kinky
and Bad Kitty
, you already know Buck's a little damaged. In this book, we learn he was the victim of some alien medical experiments as a POW, and they've had lasting effects--ones that will either make him more than human or destroy him. Aleema may be the only person who can help him, but she's also been warped by the same aliens. Their past experiences even mark their lovemaking, because they're both used to holding back their super-human strength. Check out this sexy teaser...
She came screaming, her cries echoing wildly in the cave.
For a second, Buck’s eyes clouded as if he heard pain rather than pleasure. His free hand released her and he looked around wildly. “Who’s hurting you? Oh stars, I’m hurting you. I…what have I done?” His eyes glazed and she could feel him withdrawing. Next stop: Seera-head.
“Exactly what we both wanted,” she managed to say. “That was a good noise. Stay with me, you bastard. Stay with me. And keep fucking me hard.” She clenched even harder, rolled her hips, and scratched down his chest. Her nails were blunt, but she didn’t hold back on the pressure. She knew he could take it.
His wild gaze caught her left hand and grew even crazier. Then he shook his head and his eyes cleared. “I ain’t going anywhere. But you’re goin’ even further out of your mind. And I aim to go with you.”
“No holding back. I won’t even stay bruised for more than a few minutes.”
He rolled her onto her back, still buried deep inside her. Began to drive himself into her hard and fast. Harder and faster than she’d have thought a human man could fuck.
Even though it had been a long time since she’d had sex with another person, she had clear memories. Those memories told her that so much force and speed from such a big, powerfully built man ought to hurt.
It didn’t. It felt like Buck’s passion was sloughing away all the long, lonely years.
Leaving aside fine words and similes, the rapid-fire fucking was pushing all her buttons, including some she had no idea she had, and rocketing her toward orgasm.
Stellar.
She growled deep in her throat, dug her fingernails into his ass.
“Too much?” he managed to ask, though it sounded like he was having trouble making his brain form even that simple sentence.
She wanted to rhapsodize about how perfect it was, but coherent speech wasn’t high priority at the moment.
If the first orgasm had been a nova, this one was a supernova, tearing her apart in a brilliant detonation, reforming her into something softer and saner than she’d let herself be in decades. This time, he yelled something that sounded like a victory cry and came with her.
.....
If you like your sci-fi with sexy romance then brace yourselves; here comes more about Buck, Naked!
Security expert Buck’s senses are inhumanly keen, to the point he can see through time and space, and that’s just the start of his odd abilities—thank you, alien captors. He also experiences paranoia, flashbacks, and the occasional hallucination—thank you, PTSD. No wonder he fears he could hurt one of the Malcolm crewmates he lives to protect, the closest thing to family he has left after the destruction of his home planet. Brilliant scientist Aleema can teach him how to use his modifications without triggering PTSD. She’s survived the same meddling aliens and suffered even more dramatic alterations. At least her unwanted immortality means she’s had time to figure out how the modifications work and use the knowledge to aid other survivors. Helping Buck means spending some serious time together.
Time enough to fall in love.
Just as happiness seems within their grasp, Aleema realizes one of Buck’s modifications dooms him to an unthinkable future. To save him, she must place herself in the hands of their common enemy and leave Buck to face his worst fears without her.
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!If you've read the previous Chronicles of the Malcolm books, Thrill-Kinky
and Bad Kitty
, you already know Buck's a little damaged. In this book, we learn he was the victim of some alien medical experiments as a POW, and they've had lasting effects--ones that will either make him more than human or destroy him. Aleema may be the only person who can help him, but she's also been warped by the same aliens. Their past experiences even mark their lovemaking, because they're both used to holding back their super-human strength. Check out this sexy teaser...She came screaming, her cries echoing wildly in the cave.
For a second, Buck’s eyes clouded as if he heard pain rather than pleasure. His free hand released her and he looked around wildly. “Who’s hurting you? Oh stars, I’m hurting you. I…what have I done?” His eyes glazed and she could feel him withdrawing. Next stop: Seera-head.
“Exactly what we both wanted,” she managed to say. “That was a good noise. Stay with me, you bastard. Stay with me. And keep fucking me hard.” She clenched even harder, rolled her hips, and scratched down his chest. Her nails were blunt, but she didn’t hold back on the pressure. She knew he could take it.
His wild gaze caught her left hand and grew even crazier. Then he shook his head and his eyes cleared. “I ain’t going anywhere. But you’re goin’ even further out of your mind. And I aim to go with you.”
“No holding back. I won’t even stay bruised for more than a few minutes.”
He rolled her onto her back, still buried deep inside her. Began to drive himself into her hard and fast. Harder and faster than she’d have thought a human man could fuck.
Even though it had been a long time since she’d had sex with another person, she had clear memories. Those memories told her that so much force and speed from such a big, powerfully built man ought to hurt.
It didn’t. It felt like Buck’s passion was sloughing away all the long, lonely years.
Leaving aside fine words and similes, the rapid-fire fucking was pushing all her buttons, including some she had no idea she had, and rocketing her toward orgasm.
Stellar.
She growled deep in her throat, dug her fingernails into his ass.
“Too much?” he managed to ask, though it sounded like he was having trouble making his brain form even that simple sentence.
She wanted to rhapsodize about how perfect it was, but coherent speech wasn’t high priority at the moment.
If the first orgasm had been a nova, this one was a supernova, tearing her apart in a brilliant detonation, reforming her into something softer and saner than she’d let herself be in decades. This time, he yelled something that sounded like a victory cry and came with her.
.....
If you like your sci-fi with sexy romance then brace yourselves; here comes more about Buck, Naked!
Security expert Buck’s senses are inhumanly keen, to the point he can see through time and space, and that’s just the start of his odd abilities—thank you, alien captors. He also experiences paranoia, flashbacks, and the occasional hallucination—thank you, PTSD. No wonder he fears he could hurt one of the Malcolm crewmates he lives to protect, the closest thing to family he has left after the destruction of his home planet. Brilliant scientist Aleema can teach him how to use his modifications without triggering PTSD. She’s survived the same meddling aliens and suffered even more dramatic alterations. At least her unwanted immortality means she’s had time to figure out how the modifications work and use the knowledge to aid other survivors. Helping Buck means spending some serious time together.
Time enough to fall in love.
Just as happiness seems within their grasp, Aleema realizes one of Buck’s modifications dooms him to an unthinkable future. To save him, she must place herself in the hands of their common enemy and leave Buck to face his worst fears without her.
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Felicity Brandon
September 7, 2016
Time for Trickery.
Any one for a bit of Trickery? In Constance Masters' new book, such deceit will get you punished...
Morgan King is a 23 year old virgin who has never had a proper boyfriend. The fussy young woman longs to meet a man everything like the heroes in the spanking romance novels she loves to read. When such a man comes along, Morgan is sure that he must be too good to be true and balks at actually meeting him.
Jackson Brooks is a 29 year old middle school teacher who works summers at his family’s summer camp. When he gets to know Morgan on an online dating site, he is sure she’s the girl for him. They are both ready to settle down and he doesn’t understand why she is so hesitant to meet him in person. His confusion deepens when he finds out she has sent him a fake photo; he is not happy. With his job as director of the summer camp looming, he decides to give the elusive Morgan some space.
Morgan is devastated when she realizes she has probably blown things with Jackson. The desperate young woman hatches a plan to get to know him secretly. She pretends to be her own mother and books herself into Sunnyvale Summer Camp under the name of Alyssa King, using her sister’s birth certificate. What will happen when Jackson finds out?
If you like the sound of this steamy spanking story then read the sexy excerpt below!
.....
“I like this,” Morgan said, cuddling into Jackson. The air conditioning was on making the room quite cool and the bed all the more cosy. When he leaned in to kiss her, she kissed him back with equal fervor. Her mind was now clear and the pressure she’d been feeling earlier had gone.
“I’m glad.” Jackson said. He pushed himself to sit up against the bedhead. “Here, lay over my lap.”
Morgan looked at him warily. “I thought you said I had a reprieve until tomorrow,” she said.
“You do. This isn't about punishment Morgan, this is more about a bit of sexy fun.” He patted his lap.
Morgan jumped to her knees; she was always open to having a little fun; the fact that it was spanking fun was even better. She bent over Jackson’s lap and he patted her bottom.
“Comfortable?” He ran his fingernails down her back lightly, then continued on over one plump cheek and then the other.
“Uh huh, that’s magic, I love it.”
He brought his hand down with a light slap first on one cheek and then on the other. “Not too hard for you?” he continued spanking, one cheek and then the other.
Morgan could not believe how good it felt although he was being very gentle. Her bottom bounced in frustration before she realized. “Sorry, you could spank a little harder than that.”
Jackson chuckled and brought his hand down sharply. “Be careful what you wish for little girl.”
Morgan gasped as a flurry of sharp smacks splattered across her bottom, one after the other. They were so close together that she couldn’t tell where one slap finished and the next one started. “Too hard!” she yelped.
“Oh, sorry,” Jackson said. “Was that a little hard?” He kept the rhythm but softened the landing of his paddle like hand.
“Better,” Morgan said, relaxing into the feeling. She closed her eyes and allowed her body to melt into his. Her hair had fallen over her face in a tanged mess and she didn’t give a damn. Just when she didn’t think she could feel any closer to heaven, Jackson upped his game. The hand that wasn’t spanking slid between them; his fingers dancing down her belly until they found their target. The feeling was so intense that she tried to move but he held her in place, flicking and delicately rolling her nub with his fingers. She let out an involuntary moan. “Mmmm.”
“Good?”
“Oh yeah, it feels great.” Morgan had pleasured herself before and she had reached orgasm but this was different. She felt so vulnerable turning what had always been a private delight and what ever reaction came from that over to someone else. He was totally and completely in control—and she liked it. “Jackson…” Cold fissions of heat sizzled up her legs; his hand kept spanking while the other continued to tease her, to build that indescribable feeling until her body reached one big explosion that triggered tiny little sparks of after shock that shook her for what felt like a minutes. When she finally floated back to reality, she kept her head hidden on her arm. How embarrassing was it to experience that when you were the only one feeling it. Such a personal thing; she had just come herself while lying over her naked boyfriends lap and if she wasn’t mistaken, the evidence of her pleasure had leaked on his leg. “Well, this is awkward,” she said, still not game to lift her head.
Jackson started to laugh, not just a chuckle this time; his head dropped back and he roared. When he stopped he tickled her side. “This isn’t a bit awkward,” he said. “Come up here to me.”
“No,” she said. “I can’t look at you Jackson!”
“Yes, you can. Come on up here.” He added a generous slap to her pink behind.
“Ow, that hurt.” She sat right up.
“It worked though,” he said with a grin. “Give me a hug.”
She leaned in to his open arms and smiled. “Thank you,” she said with a shy smile.
“You’re welcome.” Jackson kissed the top of her head. “Want to watch a movie?” He asked.
“I guess.” Morgan was a little confused. Did he not want to have sex with her?
“We have time honey,” he said. “I want you to take your time and be comfortable and relaxed.”
“What if I don’t want to take my time Jackson? I am comfortable and relaxed thanks to your interesting spanking. As for time, I’m twenty-three years old and I’m a virgin. How much longer do I need to wait?
.....
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Where can you find Constance?
Facebook: https://goo.gl/GXrB9P
Twitter: https://goo.gl/L3CGFd
Email: constancemasters@gmail.com
Blog: https://goo.gl/8ZAwLy
Stay naughty and stay tuned for news of the forthcoming Viking invasion... ;-)
Felicity Brandon
Morgan King is a 23 year old virgin who has never had a proper boyfriend. The fussy young woman longs to meet a man everything like the heroes in the spanking romance novels she loves to read. When such a man comes along, Morgan is sure that he must be too good to be true and balks at actually meeting him.
Jackson Brooks is a 29 year old middle school teacher who works summers at his family’s summer camp. When he gets to know Morgan on an online dating site, he is sure she’s the girl for him. They are both ready to settle down and he doesn’t understand why she is so hesitant to meet him in person. His confusion deepens when he finds out she has sent him a fake photo; he is not happy. With his job as director of the summer camp looming, he decides to give the elusive Morgan some space.
Morgan is devastated when she realizes she has probably blown things with Jackson. The desperate young woman hatches a plan to get to know him secretly. She pretends to be her own mother and books herself into Sunnyvale Summer Camp under the name of Alyssa King, using her sister’s birth certificate. What will happen when Jackson finds out?
If you like the sound of this steamy spanking story then read the sexy excerpt below!
.....
“I like this,” Morgan said, cuddling into Jackson. The air conditioning was on making the room quite cool and the bed all the more cosy. When he leaned in to kiss her, she kissed him back with equal fervor. Her mind was now clear and the pressure she’d been feeling earlier had gone.
“I’m glad.” Jackson said. He pushed himself to sit up against the bedhead. “Here, lay over my lap.”
Morgan looked at him warily. “I thought you said I had a reprieve until tomorrow,” she said.
“You do. This isn't about punishment Morgan, this is more about a bit of sexy fun.” He patted his lap.
Morgan jumped to her knees; she was always open to having a little fun; the fact that it was spanking fun was even better. She bent over Jackson’s lap and he patted her bottom.
“Comfortable?” He ran his fingernails down her back lightly, then continued on over one plump cheek and then the other.
“Uh huh, that’s magic, I love it.”
He brought his hand down with a light slap first on one cheek and then on the other. “Not too hard for you?” he continued spanking, one cheek and then the other.
Morgan could not believe how good it felt although he was being very gentle. Her bottom bounced in frustration before she realized. “Sorry, you could spank a little harder than that.”
Jackson chuckled and brought his hand down sharply. “Be careful what you wish for little girl.”
Morgan gasped as a flurry of sharp smacks splattered across her bottom, one after the other. They were so close together that she couldn’t tell where one slap finished and the next one started. “Too hard!” she yelped.
“Oh, sorry,” Jackson said. “Was that a little hard?” He kept the rhythm but softened the landing of his paddle like hand.
“Better,” Morgan said, relaxing into the feeling. She closed her eyes and allowed her body to melt into his. Her hair had fallen over her face in a tanged mess and she didn’t give a damn. Just when she didn’t think she could feel any closer to heaven, Jackson upped his game. The hand that wasn’t spanking slid between them; his fingers dancing down her belly until they found their target. The feeling was so intense that she tried to move but he held her in place, flicking and delicately rolling her nub with his fingers. She let out an involuntary moan. “Mmmm.”
“Good?”
“Oh yeah, it feels great.” Morgan had pleasured herself before and she had reached orgasm but this was different. She felt so vulnerable turning what had always been a private delight and what ever reaction came from that over to someone else. He was totally and completely in control—and she liked it. “Jackson…” Cold fissions of heat sizzled up her legs; his hand kept spanking while the other continued to tease her, to build that indescribable feeling until her body reached one big explosion that triggered tiny little sparks of after shock that shook her for what felt like a minutes. When she finally floated back to reality, she kept her head hidden on her arm. How embarrassing was it to experience that when you were the only one feeling it. Such a personal thing; she had just come herself while lying over her naked boyfriends lap and if she wasn’t mistaken, the evidence of her pleasure had leaked on his leg. “Well, this is awkward,” she said, still not game to lift her head.
Jackson started to laugh, not just a chuckle this time; his head dropped back and he roared. When he stopped he tickled her side. “This isn’t a bit awkward,” he said. “Come up here to me.”
“No,” she said. “I can’t look at you Jackson!”
“Yes, you can. Come on up here.” He added a generous slap to her pink behind.
“Ow, that hurt.” She sat right up.
“It worked though,” he said with a grin. “Give me a hug.”
She leaned in to his open arms and smiled. “Thank you,” she said with a shy smile.
“You’re welcome.” Jackson kissed the top of her head. “Want to watch a movie?” He asked.
“I guess.” Morgan was a little confused. Did he not want to have sex with her?
“We have time honey,” he said. “I want you to take your time and be comfortable and relaxed.”
“What if I don’t want to take my time Jackson? I am comfortable and relaxed thanks to your interesting spanking. As for time, I’m twenty-three years old and I’m a virgin. How much longer do I need to wait?
.....
Buy your copy here:
Amazon: https://goo.gl/Qh6qQJ
Barnes and Noble: http://goo.gl/3yqfgJ
Where can you find Constance?
Facebook: https://goo.gl/GXrB9P
Twitter: https://goo.gl/L3CGFd
Email: constancemasters@gmail.com
Blog: https://goo.gl/8ZAwLy
Stay naughty and stay tuned for news of the forthcoming Viking invasion... ;-)
Felicity Brandon
September 3, 2016
Special spotlight: REPLAY BOOK 2: TRIPLE PLAY by Nia Farrell!
Enjoy an even sexier Saturday with this special edition of the Brandon blog! This time I bring you the hot new release from Nia Farrell, Replay Book 2: Triple Play
.
In the book, Rowena Campbell has always been the naughty twin. After the Viking Raid and her worst walk of shame ever, she recognized that she was misusing sex. In therapy for her sexual addiction, three months celibate, Rowena is better than fine, with a successful erotic blog and book deal by her alter ego, ginger-wigged Regina Wright. When Scottish billionaire Micheil MacDonald wants Regina at his brother’s birthday party, she agrees to attend three scenes as an observer only. A triple play in Imperial Rome, Prohibition Chicago, and Lewis Carroll’s Wonderland, no kink, no sex – and no lies, per his terms, with half a million dollars riding on the line. Surely she can manage that?
Micheil MacDonald is a widower with a child recovering from the fatal accident that claimed his wife. He sweeps into Rowena’s life like a force of nature, brushing aside her protests, determined to be the exception to her rules. But Rowena has scars that no one can see. Secrets that have never been shared – not even with her twin. Telling the truth was never supposed to be this hard.
This story touches on the subject of child abuse and may contain triggers. It is written for ages 18+.
Read on the reviews!
“If you like your kink with period reenactment, then you may enjoy Farrell's Replay series. While Rowena's twin starred in Book 1's Viking Raid, this second book features Rowena the naughty twin. Rowena can be a brat, especially since she can don on different identities and chance upon the handsome Dom in question (Micheil, in this case) in the least expected places. Her quirky attitude is endearing and had me turning the pages. Since the loss of his wife, Micheil is finally in a good place and ready for Rowena by the time she appears. Great storyline. Captivating read. Highly recommended.”
“If you like your novellas with a good story, really really hot sex and a Dom with an brogue I sometimes had a hard time understanding, but when I listened to him in my head it was a bit easier, then you will want to read this book!! Rowena, who actually has three identities (the vixen and author too) meets a Dom she has a hard time saying no to and the story unfolds, and what a story it is!! Rowena has recovered from the Viking Raid and isn't looking for anymore "play" but Micheil has other plans. That's all I'm going to divulge so if you want to know more then I recommend you buy this book. But don't read it outside or in front of anyone like I did. You will want to be all by yourself to experience it all, or maybe with someone else, that's up to you!! Enjoy!!!”
Now your appetite has been whetted, here's the tempting excerpt...
“Why me?”
One corner of his mouth curved upwards. “Yer book,” he said. “I wanted tae meet ye and was willing tae pay for the privilege.”
“Um. Thank you. I think.” She wondered if he had a sub who’d benefitted from the experiences and research that she shared online. She had let her followers know that a book was coming, had kept them updated on her progress. The manuscript was done, but only her publisher had seen it.
Micheil dipped his head at the Replay owner, who was ordering punishment for a slave girl. “St. Leger told me that ye command a hefty appearance fee. My offer was purely a guess. Since ye agreed tae the terms, I take it that the contract met yer expectations.”
“Yes,” she said simply, following his gaze when it failed to return. The slave was stripped and bound to a column. Tiberius Piers snapped his fingers and a tray of floggers appeared. He picked one of softest leather and introduced her to it, stroking her sides, rubbing her back, tracing her cheek, then stepping back and laying on the first set of stripes.
Rowena clamped her thighs together, cursing her traitorous body, feeling the creamy moisture between her legs.
He must have heard her breath catch. “Ye like it.”
“Yes.”
“Do ye wish it for yerself?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “And no.”
His blue eyes considered her, a lambency in their depths that she could not fail to recognize. “Explain.”
“I wish it were me,” she admitted, “but not with Piers.”
Don’t make me say it. Don’t.
He stepped closer, not touching except for the breath that fanned her hair and bathed her in his heat. “If not St. Leger, lass, with whom?”
“You, Sir.” Her voice was the barest whisper. “But we can’t. I can’t.”
The Dom came out, full force, and he was not happy. “Why not?” he rumbled, his voice rolling like thunder while his eyes sparked St. Elmo’s fire.
“The contract?” She lowered her gaze, fighting the urge to drop to her knees in a submissive’s pose.
He blew out harshly. “And if I said, damn the contract. Tear it up and I’ll give ye half a million anyway?”
Her chin came up as she threw her head back far enough to meet his gaze. Humorless. Not even a hint of irony.
“You’d do that?” she asked. “Seriously? For one night of play without sex? Remember, my rule is one time. You punish me tonight, and you won’t touch me for the rest of the weekend.” Why was that so hard to say? Damn him. Damn her body, begging her to reconsider.
He smiled darkly. “Make an exception,” he said. “Ye tried tae top me in the bookstore. Ye knew exactly what ye’d done and pretended ye did nae understand. For that alone, ye need a spanking. Two spankings. I should be the one tae give them. It’s only fair.”
If she wore panties, they’d be sopping wet. The Vestal Virgin was yearning for the path to ruination.
“It would be fair,” she agreed, “but it can also wait. I gave my word. Three nights. No kink. No sex. I’m not a liar. Don’t try to make me one.”
“Exceptions tae the rule,” he reminded her. “Ye said ye’d observe the scenes. Nothing was said aboot wha’ happens outside them. When the play winds down and they shuffle us out in the wee hours of the morning, what happens next is up tae us, aye?”
Tempting. My god, he was so tempting.
And he was right. Outside Replay, anything goes. Except…
“Then we’re back to one time. Once. No repeats. Is that what you want?”
She thought she sounded unshakeable. He smiled as if she’d just agreed to his terms. “I want tae feel that fine arse of yers under my hand. Forget yer rules. Do what’s right.”
His voice had dropped to a rumble that pushed every button she had. She whimpered, as if she could already feel herself bent over his lap, panties around her knees, his large hand exploring the landscape of her posterior as he familiarized himself with the terrain, deciding how he wanted to change it for his pleasure.
“I could tie ye up. Ye’d be beautiful, bound tae my bed. I might just have tae keep ye there.”
“Once,” she said weakly.
“Lass,” he murmured, his Scottish burr thickening. “Ye ken ye owe me times three. Once for trying tae top me. Once for playing innocent aboot it. Once for nae letting me ken who ye were. We have three nights of scenes tae get through. I’ll give ye time tae consider yer sins against me. At the end of each night, ye will present yerself tae me. Ye will submit. Ye will suffer, but I’ll give ye what you need. Three punishments and aftercare. I promise ye, I am verra good at both.”
.............
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Enjoy the kink,
Felicity Brandon
.In the book, Rowena Campbell has always been the naughty twin. After the Viking Raid and her worst walk of shame ever, she recognized that she was misusing sex. In therapy for her sexual addiction, three months celibate, Rowena is better than fine, with a successful erotic blog and book deal by her alter ego, ginger-wigged Regina Wright. When Scottish billionaire Micheil MacDonald wants Regina at his brother’s birthday party, she agrees to attend three scenes as an observer only. A triple play in Imperial Rome, Prohibition Chicago, and Lewis Carroll’s Wonderland, no kink, no sex – and no lies, per his terms, with half a million dollars riding on the line. Surely she can manage that?
Micheil MacDonald is a widower with a child recovering from the fatal accident that claimed his wife. He sweeps into Rowena’s life like a force of nature, brushing aside her protests, determined to be the exception to her rules. But Rowena has scars that no one can see. Secrets that have never been shared – not even with her twin. Telling the truth was never supposed to be this hard.
This story touches on the subject of child abuse and may contain triggers. It is written for ages 18+.
Read on the reviews!
“If you like your kink with period reenactment, then you may enjoy Farrell's Replay series. While Rowena's twin starred in Book 1's Viking Raid, this second book features Rowena the naughty twin. Rowena can be a brat, especially since she can don on different identities and chance upon the handsome Dom in question (Micheil, in this case) in the least expected places. Her quirky attitude is endearing and had me turning the pages. Since the loss of his wife, Micheil is finally in a good place and ready for Rowena by the time she appears. Great storyline. Captivating read. Highly recommended.”
“If you like your novellas with a good story, really really hot sex and a Dom with an brogue I sometimes had a hard time understanding, but when I listened to him in my head it was a bit easier, then you will want to read this book!! Rowena, who actually has three identities (the vixen and author too) meets a Dom she has a hard time saying no to and the story unfolds, and what a story it is!! Rowena has recovered from the Viking Raid and isn't looking for anymore "play" but Micheil has other plans. That's all I'm going to divulge so if you want to know more then I recommend you buy this book. But don't read it outside or in front of anyone like I did. You will want to be all by yourself to experience it all, or maybe with someone else, that's up to you!! Enjoy!!!”
Now your appetite has been whetted, here's the tempting excerpt...
“Why me?”
One corner of his mouth curved upwards. “Yer book,” he said. “I wanted tae meet ye and was willing tae pay for the privilege.”
“Um. Thank you. I think.” She wondered if he had a sub who’d benefitted from the experiences and research that she shared online. She had let her followers know that a book was coming, had kept them updated on her progress. The manuscript was done, but only her publisher had seen it.
Micheil dipped his head at the Replay owner, who was ordering punishment for a slave girl. “St. Leger told me that ye command a hefty appearance fee. My offer was purely a guess. Since ye agreed tae the terms, I take it that the contract met yer expectations.”
“Yes,” she said simply, following his gaze when it failed to return. The slave was stripped and bound to a column. Tiberius Piers snapped his fingers and a tray of floggers appeared. He picked one of softest leather and introduced her to it, stroking her sides, rubbing her back, tracing her cheek, then stepping back and laying on the first set of stripes.
Rowena clamped her thighs together, cursing her traitorous body, feeling the creamy moisture between her legs.
He must have heard her breath catch. “Ye like it.”
“Yes.”
“Do ye wish it for yerself?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “And no.”
His blue eyes considered her, a lambency in their depths that she could not fail to recognize. “Explain.”
“I wish it were me,” she admitted, “but not with Piers.”
Don’t make me say it. Don’t.
He stepped closer, not touching except for the breath that fanned her hair and bathed her in his heat. “If not St. Leger, lass, with whom?”
“You, Sir.” Her voice was the barest whisper. “But we can’t. I can’t.”
The Dom came out, full force, and he was not happy. “Why not?” he rumbled, his voice rolling like thunder while his eyes sparked St. Elmo’s fire.
“The contract?” She lowered her gaze, fighting the urge to drop to her knees in a submissive’s pose.
He blew out harshly. “And if I said, damn the contract. Tear it up and I’ll give ye half a million anyway?”
Her chin came up as she threw her head back far enough to meet his gaze. Humorless. Not even a hint of irony.
“You’d do that?” she asked. “Seriously? For one night of play without sex? Remember, my rule is one time. You punish me tonight, and you won’t touch me for the rest of the weekend.” Why was that so hard to say? Damn him. Damn her body, begging her to reconsider.
He smiled darkly. “Make an exception,” he said. “Ye tried tae top me in the bookstore. Ye knew exactly what ye’d done and pretended ye did nae understand. For that alone, ye need a spanking. Two spankings. I should be the one tae give them. It’s only fair.”
If she wore panties, they’d be sopping wet. The Vestal Virgin was yearning for the path to ruination.
“It would be fair,” she agreed, “but it can also wait. I gave my word. Three nights. No kink. No sex. I’m not a liar. Don’t try to make me one.”
“Exceptions tae the rule,” he reminded her. “Ye said ye’d observe the scenes. Nothing was said aboot wha’ happens outside them. When the play winds down and they shuffle us out in the wee hours of the morning, what happens next is up tae us, aye?”
Tempting. My god, he was so tempting.
And he was right. Outside Replay, anything goes. Except…
“Then we’re back to one time. Once. No repeats. Is that what you want?”
She thought she sounded unshakeable. He smiled as if she’d just agreed to his terms. “I want tae feel that fine arse of yers under my hand. Forget yer rules. Do what’s right.”
His voice had dropped to a rumble that pushed every button she had. She whimpered, as if she could already feel herself bent over his lap, panties around her knees, his large hand exploring the landscape of her posterior as he familiarized himself with the terrain, deciding how he wanted to change it for his pleasure.
“I could tie ye up. Ye’d be beautiful, bound tae my bed. I might just have tae keep ye there.”
“Once,” she said weakly.
“Lass,” he murmured, his Scottish burr thickening. “Ye ken ye owe me times three. Once for trying tae top me. Once for playing innocent aboot it. Once for nae letting me ken who ye were. We have three nights of scenes tae get through. I’ll give ye time tae consider yer sins against me. At the end of each night, ye will present yerself tae me. Ye will submit. Ye will suffer, but I’ll give ye what you need. Three punishments and aftercare. I promise ye, I am verra good at both.”
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Felicity Brandon
