Felicity Brandon's Blog, page 11
August 31, 2016
Callie's Daddy by Mary Wehr.
31st August: Mary Wehr joins us this week to tell us more about her new age-play romance, Callie's Daddy!
In the book, twenty-six-year-old Callie Shaw has needed a father figure in her life for many years, and when she meets Brandon Clay she wonders if she might have found the man to fill that role at last. Though he spoils her and loves her dearly, Brandon is not a man to be trifled with, and when Callie lies to him and puts herself in danger she soon finds herself bent over her new daddy’s lap for a stinging spanking on her bare bottom.
Though he does not hesitate to chastise her firmly when she misbehaves, Brandon never fails to hold Callie in his arms when her punishment is over, and his strict but loving discipline ignites a fire in her which can only be quenched by surrendering her body to his masterful lovemaking. But is she truly prepared to trust her daddy to do what is best for her, even when she has been really naughty and she knows that the spanking she has coming is one she will never forget?
Publisher’s Note: Callie’s Daddy is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Read the yummy excerpt from the story here...
......
Brandon leaned over her and licked the shell of her ear. “Your skin is so nice and pink. Tell me, does my dirty girl want a good ramming from her daddy?” Broad fingers played with her labia.
She pushed back against his touch. “Oh, yes, Daddy Brand, ram me good, please,” she panted, rubbing her nipples against the cool cherry wood. She heard him loosening his trousers, but couldn’t wait and inched her way to the end of the desk, intent on humping the rounded corner. A slap landed squarely on her sore ass.
“Are you trying to hump my desk, dirty girl?” He pushed a finger deep inside her pussy. She groaned, rising on her tiptoes for more. “Hmm, how wet you are.” He added another finger, scraping in and out her sensitized flesh. Callie stuck out her buttocks and mewled. “You like when daddy fingers your pussy, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, it feels so good.” She ground her hips. “Daddy, I want more. I want something bigger and harder in there.”
He pulled out his fingers nice and slow and, from the corner of her eye she saw him raise them to his nose. “You smell so sweet and good. I’ll give you something hard, but first I want to taste you. Would you like daddy’s tongue between your legs?”
Callie wasted no time in flipping over on her back.
Brandon chuckled. “Now that’s an order you have no trouble following.”
“Nope.” She set her feet flat on the desk and parted her knees. “Lick me, daddy. I ache so.” She burned hot as his sizzling gaze roamed slowly over that part of her that wept for his attention.
“Show daddy where you ache, Callie mine.”
Callie’s hand shook slightly as she touched herself between her legs. “Right here.” Using her other hand, she spread the folds of her sex.
Brandon stared at her, his eyes deepening to a darker blue. “Your delicate pink flower belongs to daddy.” His tongue fluttered along the length of her inner thighs, making her squirm. He kissed the swollen bud. “Come for me. Give daddy your special cream from that sweet little cunt.”
Callie writhed and moaned as his mouth latched onto her flesh. He slid both hands beneath her buttocks, lifting her higher, and buried his face between her legs. She grabbed onto his forearms and bucked against his mouth. It felt as if his tongue was licking her everywhere at the same time. He nipped her clit then lapped at the bite, soothing the area with long licks as he worked his way down to her dark hole. He tongued her there. Once. Twice. Callie’s breath came short and fast. Brandon moved his way back up to her entrance and covered her opening with his mouth. His tongue slipped inside and her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm.
Brandon grabbed hold of her hips. “Daddy’s going to give it to you good.” He drove himself inside her and she cried out. It didn’t take long for her to match his thrusts. “I’ll punish this sweet wet pussy of yours so you’ll think twice about showing off what’s mine. I’ll teach you who’s in charge.” She moaned in reply.
“Daddy, that special feeling is coming again.” Her breath quickened.
“Just let it come, princess. Let your daddy pleasure you one more time.”
............
If you like the sound of that juicy little teaser (and why wouldn't you?) then grab a copy here:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Callies-Daddy-...
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Callies-Dadd...
Barnes and Nobles http://bit.ly/2ays6zS
All Romance http://bit.ly/1jo5PjI
You can connect with Mary here:
https://www.facebook.com/mary.wehr.7
https://twitter.com/blushingmaryw
https://marysuewehr.com/
Stay kinky or get a well-deserved spanking!
Felicity Brandon
In the book, twenty-six-year-old Callie Shaw has needed a father figure in her life for many years, and when she meets Brandon Clay she wonders if she might have found the man to fill that role at last. Though he spoils her and loves her dearly, Brandon is not a man to be trifled with, and when Callie lies to him and puts herself in danger she soon finds herself bent over her new daddy’s lap for a stinging spanking on her bare bottom.
Though he does not hesitate to chastise her firmly when she misbehaves, Brandon never fails to hold Callie in his arms when her punishment is over, and his strict but loving discipline ignites a fire in her which can only be quenched by surrendering her body to his masterful lovemaking. But is she truly prepared to trust her daddy to do what is best for her, even when she has been really naughty and she knows that the spanking she has coming is one she will never forget?
Publisher’s Note: Callie’s Daddy is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Read the yummy excerpt from the story here...
......
Brandon leaned over her and licked the shell of her ear. “Your skin is so nice and pink. Tell me, does my dirty girl want a good ramming from her daddy?” Broad fingers played with her labia.
She pushed back against his touch. “Oh, yes, Daddy Brand, ram me good, please,” she panted, rubbing her nipples against the cool cherry wood. She heard him loosening his trousers, but couldn’t wait and inched her way to the end of the desk, intent on humping the rounded corner. A slap landed squarely on her sore ass.
“Are you trying to hump my desk, dirty girl?” He pushed a finger deep inside her pussy. She groaned, rising on her tiptoes for more. “Hmm, how wet you are.” He added another finger, scraping in and out her sensitized flesh. Callie stuck out her buttocks and mewled. “You like when daddy fingers your pussy, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, it feels so good.” She ground her hips. “Daddy, I want more. I want something bigger and harder in there.”
He pulled out his fingers nice and slow and, from the corner of her eye she saw him raise them to his nose. “You smell so sweet and good. I’ll give you something hard, but first I want to taste you. Would you like daddy’s tongue between your legs?”
Callie wasted no time in flipping over on her back.
Brandon chuckled. “Now that’s an order you have no trouble following.”
“Nope.” She set her feet flat on the desk and parted her knees. “Lick me, daddy. I ache so.” She burned hot as his sizzling gaze roamed slowly over that part of her that wept for his attention.
“Show daddy where you ache, Callie mine.”
Callie’s hand shook slightly as she touched herself between her legs. “Right here.” Using her other hand, she spread the folds of her sex.
Brandon stared at her, his eyes deepening to a darker blue. “Your delicate pink flower belongs to daddy.” His tongue fluttered along the length of her inner thighs, making her squirm. He kissed the swollen bud. “Come for me. Give daddy your special cream from that sweet little cunt.”
Callie writhed and moaned as his mouth latched onto her flesh. He slid both hands beneath her buttocks, lifting her higher, and buried his face between her legs. She grabbed onto his forearms and bucked against his mouth. It felt as if his tongue was licking her everywhere at the same time. He nipped her clit then lapped at the bite, soothing the area with long licks as he worked his way down to her dark hole. He tongued her there. Once. Twice. Callie’s breath came short and fast. Brandon moved his way back up to her entrance and covered her opening with his mouth. His tongue slipped inside and her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm.
Brandon grabbed hold of her hips. “Daddy’s going to give it to you good.” He drove himself inside her and she cried out. It didn’t take long for her to match his thrusts. “I’ll punish this sweet wet pussy of yours so you’ll think twice about showing off what’s mine. I’ll teach you who’s in charge.” She moaned in reply.
“Daddy, that special feeling is coming again.” Her breath quickened.
“Just let it come, princess. Let your daddy pleasure you one more time.”
............
If you like the sound of that juicy little teaser (and why wouldn't you?) then grab a copy here:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Callies-Daddy-...
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Callies-Dadd...
Barnes and Nobles http://bit.ly/2ays6zS
All Romance http://bit.ly/1jo5PjI
You can connect with Mary here:
https://www.facebook.com/mary.wehr.7
https://twitter.com/blushingmaryw
https://marysuewehr.com/
Stay kinky or get a well-deserved spanking!
Felicity Brandon
August 23, 2016
Claiming Skye by Katrina Kade!
Katrina Kade joins the Brandon blog this week to showcase her latest BDSM release,
Claiming Skye!
To begin, the blurb sounds utterly enticing... Check it out here: Skye hides her secret fantasies because good girls don’t long for the kink she dreams about. When her subconscious cravings continue to cause sleepless nights, she takes the biggest step of her life and seeks out a local BDSM club. She’s horrified and enthralled, but too prudish to admit this is the life her mind and body desire. She’s not like these people, or is she?
The club’s owner has seen her response before and gives Skye a folded piece of paper with an address, a date, and time. She finds herself knocking…
Elijah waits on the other side of the door. Dominant, arrogant, and lonely—he’s looking for the perfect submissive to cater to his desires and share the lifestyle he relishes.
Is Skye the one? Is Elijah the missing puzzle piece that will allow Skye to release her inhibitions and embrace her kinky side? Or will tragedy keep Elijah from Claiming Skye?
Sounds great, right? Now read the hot, spanky excerpt!
.....
The next slap hit the other side of her ass, the pain more intense this time. Elijah had a
way of spanking her, of snapping his hand against her flesh that felt more like a bite than just his flesh against hers. But it was his skin touching hers, and that's what she loved, beyond the pain.
"Bend over."
Elijah's voice was rough, his breathing fast. She wanted to turn around, to see his face, the lust she knew she'd see. But that was against the rules. So she bent from the waist, moving her feet apart to keep her balance.
"Feet together."
She hesitated, then pulled her left foot against her right. With her hands behind her and
her feet together, it was hard to keep her balance. For a moment she wavered, the muscles in her legs tightening as she fought for control. Finally, she found her center, found her balance. Elijah touched her briefly on her leg, running a finger along the crease at the top of her thighs, beneath her buttocks, then moving his fingers between her legs, rubbing against her wetness. She closed her eyes, concentrating on keeping her balance as he slipped one finger into her. For a moment, he wiggled his finger, the fluttering feeling inside her making her gasp. Then he slid his finger out, moving it forward, slowly circling her clit.
Out of reflex, her hips jerked forward, knees buckling slightly as something clenched
deep inside her. But the effort to keep her balance forced her to hold still, even as Elijah rubbed her clit harder, fingers moving faster, and despite herself, her legs tensed again, but she managed to hold her stance.
"Good girl." His voice was very close to her ear, and she realized with a start he was no longer sitting, but standing behind her. "Very good girl."
Her heart swelled with love. Elijah rarely complimented her during a scene, and it reinforced how special this was, for both of them. He struck her right cheek, much harder this time. She swayed to the left under the impact, her weight thrown to the side. With a strangled sound she dug her toes into the carpet, willing herself not to move her feet even one inch apart.
Elijah caressed her, rubbing his hand gently over her stinging skin, his other hand still
buried between her legs, one finger gently thrusting into her slick wetness. The sharp pain sank into her, heating the fire that he'd lit inside her. The tension in her legs lessened under Elijah's gentle touch, both from his hand on her ass, and from his finger slowly circling her clit. She breathed deeply, trying to gain control, not to let herself let go too soon, to prolong this amazing pleasure Elijah was giving her.
But the next slap sent her reeling, her body leaning far to the right, her left foot coming off the floor. She cried out, the pain more intense than she'd ever felt, the counterpoint of Elijah's finger thrusting inside her bringing her to the edge. Her cry was almost desperate, the desire to straighten almost overwhelming.
.....
Grab your copy now and then find out more about the lovely, Katrina!
Buy Links:
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/29l2bHm
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/29BOXsz
Blushing Books: http://bit.ly/29lLlJB
B&N: http://bit.ly/29AGwi3
Author Links:
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/KatrinaKadeAP/
Facebook Friend Me: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?...
Twitter: https://twitter.com/BlushingKatrina ( @BlushingKatrina )
Blog: http://katrinakadeap.blogspot.com
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/katrinakade
Amazon Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/katrina...
I'm enjoying the sunshine of the Algarve this week, but I'm back in a few days to ramp up the kink! ;-)
Until then, stay naughty,
Felicity Brandon
Claiming Skye!To begin, the blurb sounds utterly enticing... Check it out here: Skye hides her secret fantasies because good girls don’t long for the kink she dreams about. When her subconscious cravings continue to cause sleepless nights, she takes the biggest step of her life and seeks out a local BDSM club. She’s horrified and enthralled, but too prudish to admit this is the life her mind and body desire. She’s not like these people, or is she?
The club’s owner has seen her response before and gives Skye a folded piece of paper with an address, a date, and time. She finds herself knocking…
Elijah waits on the other side of the door. Dominant, arrogant, and lonely—he’s looking for the perfect submissive to cater to his desires and share the lifestyle he relishes.
Is Skye the one? Is Elijah the missing puzzle piece that will allow Skye to release her inhibitions and embrace her kinky side? Or will tragedy keep Elijah from Claiming Skye?
Sounds great, right? Now read the hot, spanky excerpt!
.....
The next slap hit the other side of her ass, the pain more intense this time. Elijah had a
way of spanking her, of snapping his hand against her flesh that felt more like a bite than just his flesh against hers. But it was his skin touching hers, and that's what she loved, beyond the pain.
"Bend over."
Elijah's voice was rough, his breathing fast. She wanted to turn around, to see his face, the lust she knew she'd see. But that was against the rules. So she bent from the waist, moving her feet apart to keep her balance.
"Feet together."
She hesitated, then pulled her left foot against her right. With her hands behind her and
her feet together, it was hard to keep her balance. For a moment she wavered, the muscles in her legs tightening as she fought for control. Finally, she found her center, found her balance. Elijah touched her briefly on her leg, running a finger along the crease at the top of her thighs, beneath her buttocks, then moving his fingers between her legs, rubbing against her wetness. She closed her eyes, concentrating on keeping her balance as he slipped one finger into her. For a moment, he wiggled his finger, the fluttering feeling inside her making her gasp. Then he slid his finger out, moving it forward, slowly circling her clit.
Out of reflex, her hips jerked forward, knees buckling slightly as something clenched
deep inside her. But the effort to keep her balance forced her to hold still, even as Elijah rubbed her clit harder, fingers moving faster, and despite herself, her legs tensed again, but she managed to hold her stance.
"Good girl." His voice was very close to her ear, and she realized with a start he was no longer sitting, but standing behind her. "Very good girl."
Her heart swelled with love. Elijah rarely complimented her during a scene, and it reinforced how special this was, for both of them. He struck her right cheek, much harder this time. She swayed to the left under the impact, her weight thrown to the side. With a strangled sound she dug her toes into the carpet, willing herself not to move her feet even one inch apart.
Elijah caressed her, rubbing his hand gently over her stinging skin, his other hand still
buried between her legs, one finger gently thrusting into her slick wetness. The sharp pain sank into her, heating the fire that he'd lit inside her. The tension in her legs lessened under Elijah's gentle touch, both from his hand on her ass, and from his finger slowly circling her clit. She breathed deeply, trying to gain control, not to let herself let go too soon, to prolong this amazing pleasure Elijah was giving her.
But the next slap sent her reeling, her body leaning far to the right, her left foot coming off the floor. She cried out, the pain more intense than she'd ever felt, the counterpoint of Elijah's finger thrusting inside her bringing her to the edge. Her cry was almost desperate, the desire to straighten almost overwhelming.
.....
Grab your copy now and then find out more about the lovely, Katrina!
Buy Links:
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/29l2bHm
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/29BOXsz
Blushing Books: http://bit.ly/29lLlJB
B&N: http://bit.ly/29AGwi3
Author Links:
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/KatrinaKadeAP/
Facebook Friend Me: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?...
Twitter: https://twitter.com/BlushingKatrina ( @BlushingKatrina )
Blog: http://katrinakadeap.blogspot.com
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/katrinakade
Amazon Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/katrina...
I'm enjoying the sunshine of the Algarve this week, but I'm back in a few days to ramp up the kink! ;-)
Until then, stay naughty,
Felicity Brandon
August 16, 2016
Tucker's Justice by Maggie Carpenter.
This week my blog hosts the sexy alpha men of Maggie Carpenter in her hot new book, Tucker's Justice
.
When hardened gunslinger Tucker Prescott is tasked with bringing law and order back to a town overrun by a gang of criminals, he quickly realizes that his biggest challenge won’t be the villainous McGill brothers. The one who will truly put him to the test is Dolly Baker, the beautiful, feisty twenty-two-year-old daughter of the man who hired him.
From the moment she barges into his cabin uninvited, Tucker knows Dolly is going to be trouble, and it isn’t long before she tests his patience one time too many and earns herself a sound spanking. The embarrassing chastisement gets her attention, but it will take quite a bit more than a few smacks on the bottom to teach her obedience, and the more he sees of Dolly, the more Tucker is forced to admit that he would love to be the man to properly tame her.
Tucker didn’t come to Spring Junction to keep a woman in line, however, he came to deal with the McGill brothers and their gang. He has a plan to do just that, but it will depend on his quick wits as much as his quick draw, and despite his best efforts Tucker can’t get Dolly off his mind. Can he bring the outlaws to justice and make her his bride before she drives him to distrac-tion?
Publisher’s Note: Tucker’s Justice is an erotic romance novel that includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Check out this sexy spanking excerpt...
Starting up again, he increased the force of the spanking, catching her sensitive sit spot, and landing volleys of hard smacks on the same cheek, con-tinuing to punish her until she was yelping and begging him to stop.
“Have you learned?” he asked solemnly, pausing his hand.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl, callin’ me Sir. That’s good, now go fetch your hairbrush.”
“Ooh, yes, Sir,” she muttered, and with her burning backside making it clear she’d better not argue, she slid off his knees, and clutching her hot skin she walked to the dresser, picked up the brush, and carried it back to him.
“Turn around and let me see you swat yourself four times, real quick and hard, on each cheek, and if I don’t think it’s hard enough, I’ll do myself after you finish.”
“I… uh…”
“You wanna make it five?”
Strangely embarrassed, she pivoted on her feet, and holding the brush behind her, she clenched her teeth and delivered the stinging swats.
“Other side,” he said brusquely, “no waitin’.”
Switching hands, though it was still awkward, she managed it, and the swats were just as fast and hard as the previous four.
“Turn back around.”
Taking a deep breath, she slowly faced him.
“Tell me why I had you do that?” he asked, taking the hairbrush and laying it on the bed.
“I’m not sure, Sir.”
“That’s called justice, and it was for all the times you’ve sassed me or argued or been difficult,” he said, reaching behind her and holding her cheeks. “Your slate is clean now, but from this point on, when you need it, I’ll be spankin’ you, or maybe punishin’ you some other way. If it’s serious, I’ll take my gun belt to your butt, or the reins from your bridle. You’ll be happier for the discipline, but you already know that.”
“I do,” she admitted, nodding her head. “It’s strange, but I do.”
“Come lie with me on the bed,” he said, softening his voice. “You’ll always have lots of love after I’ve chastised you.”
Stretching out on the bed, she curled into his arms, and he moved his hand down to her hot red bottom, gently smoothing it over her scorched skin.
Sounds hawt, right?! Check out the SMOKIN’ HOT TRAILER here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08Jff... and now grab your copy!
AMAZON https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01ILI3X0G/
BARNES AND NOBLE http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/11241...
Have a naughty week until next time!
Felicity Brandon
.When hardened gunslinger Tucker Prescott is tasked with bringing law and order back to a town overrun by a gang of criminals, he quickly realizes that his biggest challenge won’t be the villainous McGill brothers. The one who will truly put him to the test is Dolly Baker, the beautiful, feisty twenty-two-year-old daughter of the man who hired him.
From the moment she barges into his cabin uninvited, Tucker knows Dolly is going to be trouble, and it isn’t long before she tests his patience one time too many and earns herself a sound spanking. The embarrassing chastisement gets her attention, but it will take quite a bit more than a few smacks on the bottom to teach her obedience, and the more he sees of Dolly, the more Tucker is forced to admit that he would love to be the man to properly tame her.
Tucker didn’t come to Spring Junction to keep a woman in line, however, he came to deal with the McGill brothers and their gang. He has a plan to do just that, but it will depend on his quick wits as much as his quick draw, and despite his best efforts Tucker can’t get Dolly off his mind. Can he bring the outlaws to justice and make her his bride before she drives him to distrac-tion?
Publisher’s Note: Tucker’s Justice is an erotic romance novel that includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Check out this sexy spanking excerpt...
Starting up again, he increased the force of the spanking, catching her sensitive sit spot, and landing volleys of hard smacks on the same cheek, con-tinuing to punish her until she was yelping and begging him to stop.
“Have you learned?” he asked solemnly, pausing his hand.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl, callin’ me Sir. That’s good, now go fetch your hairbrush.”
“Ooh, yes, Sir,” she muttered, and with her burning backside making it clear she’d better not argue, she slid off his knees, and clutching her hot skin she walked to the dresser, picked up the brush, and carried it back to him.
“Turn around and let me see you swat yourself four times, real quick and hard, on each cheek, and if I don’t think it’s hard enough, I’ll do myself after you finish.”
“I… uh…”
“You wanna make it five?”
Strangely embarrassed, she pivoted on her feet, and holding the brush behind her, she clenched her teeth and delivered the stinging swats.
“Other side,” he said brusquely, “no waitin’.”
Switching hands, though it was still awkward, she managed it, and the swats were just as fast and hard as the previous four.
“Turn back around.”
Taking a deep breath, she slowly faced him.
“Tell me why I had you do that?” he asked, taking the hairbrush and laying it on the bed.
“I’m not sure, Sir.”
“That’s called justice, and it was for all the times you’ve sassed me or argued or been difficult,” he said, reaching behind her and holding her cheeks. “Your slate is clean now, but from this point on, when you need it, I’ll be spankin’ you, or maybe punishin’ you some other way. If it’s serious, I’ll take my gun belt to your butt, or the reins from your bridle. You’ll be happier for the discipline, but you already know that.”
“I do,” she admitted, nodding her head. “It’s strange, but I do.”
“Come lie with me on the bed,” he said, softening his voice. “You’ll always have lots of love after I’ve chastised you.”
Stretching out on the bed, she curled into his arms, and he moved his hand down to her hot red bottom, gently smoothing it over her scorched skin.
Sounds hawt, right?! Check out the SMOKIN’ HOT TRAILER here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08Jff... and now grab your copy!
AMAZON https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01ILI3X0G/
BARNES AND NOBLE http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/11241...
Have a naughty week until next time!
Felicity Brandon
August 10, 2016
The Artist by Juliette Banks.
This week we're joined by the lovely Rachel de Vine, writing as Juliette Banks !
Hello, Felicity. Thank you for inviting me to your blog today to talk about my new book, The Artist. Some of your readers will know me as Rachel de Vine, but this book will be the first under my new name.
Let me tell you a little about the book.
Lizzie was a pretty, but quite simple village girl when circumstances led her to the artist, Theo. She had made a bad marriage to Lionel, a man who mistreated her, and who then threw her out when she refused to sell her body on the street for him. Theo was a rebellious son of a Viscount, who left his privileged background to pursue his career as an artist, and his favourite subjects were pretty young women whom he painted in the nude. He was delighted, therefore, when the beautiful Lizzie approached his door one day and offered her services as a model.
It was only a matter of days before an attraction was ignited between them and they became lovers. Lionel, hearing that his wife was now living with the artist, regretted throwing her out on the street and snatched her back when Theo was away. But the artist had begun to have affectionate feelings for his model and set off in pursuit. In the ensuing struggle, when he caught them up, Lionel was killed and the two lovers had to escape abroad to evade being charged with his murder.
Can the love between a son of a Viscount and an illiterate country girl survive after such a troubled start? And would they have to face justice for the murder of Lizzie’s husband? This is an erotic tale of a young couple in mid-nineteenth century England and Italy.
As an artist he was good with his hands…where it mattered.
Excerpt One:
Lizzie felt her leg becoming numb from lying in the same position for such a long time. Did she dare move it a few inches? Would Mr Harper, the artist, realize that she had moved? She could wait no longer and inched her leg very quietly forward by about two inches.
“Stay still, please. You must stay in the same position for a little longer.”
She sighed.
“My apologies, Sir, but my leg has gone quite numb. I really need to stretch it a little.”
He looked a little irritated, but acquiesced grudgingly.
“Very well. Stand up and stretch if you must. Please do not move far as I simply must make use of all the available light and it will soon be twilight.”
Lizzie stood up and almost overbalanced as she put her weight on the numb leg. She reached for her robe. It was strange that she could lie around naked for any number of hours that Mr Harper sketched and painted her, but the moment that she came out of her pose, she felt the need for the decorum of the robe. She could no more stride around the room naked than she could run down the lane in such a state, but the thought of walking around the room naked made her flesh shiver and gave her a pleasant feeling in her groin. She tried to rid her mind of such naughty thoughts.
Theodore Harper smiled to himself, although his face retained its usual inscrutable features. The girl had been lying down, her limbs spread sufficiently that he could catch sight of her lovely little quim, and now she needed to cover herself simply to have a stretch? He had been painting women for many years, and came to know many of them intimately, and he still found them to be a puzzle. Mind you, this young woman was a rare little piece, looking as though butter wouldn’t melt in her soft, sensual mouth and possessing an innocent-looking face, while having the wild, auburn locks, the creamy skin and voluptuous body of a woman that needed to be seduced. No, not seduced, but fucked fast and hard by someone such as himself.
His cock began to twitch and he adjusted himself out of sight of the girl. He tried not to get involved with his models while they were working, but sometimes he found the temptation too much to manage. He was only human, after all. He put his palette and brush down on the small table next to the easel and stretched his arms. He too was a little stiff in more ways than one. Perhaps he should call it a day?
He wanted to do more than paint his flame-haired model.
Excerpt Two:
Theo rose earlier than usual the next morning, having turned in early the night before. He regretted telling Lizzie not to come until mid-day now, anxious to make use of the bright morning sunshine, but could do nothing about it, as he had no knowledge of where the girl was living. He decided to take a walk instead.
It was pure chance that he picked Oak Lane to walk down. It was a pretty walk, with magnificent, fully-grown oak trees that gave it its name, and had a stream meandering in the dip by the side of the road amongst the trees. Just before he reached the farm entrance he spotted movement below him. Creeping a little closer
he realized it was Lizzie, having her morning wash in the stream, and he darted behind one of the trees to watch without being seen. It was foolish to hide, he told himself, when he could look at that wonderful body all day, while he painted her. But there was something wonderfully erotic in spying in secret his little flame-haired model, performing her morning ablutions. She clearly thought herself completely hidden from prying eyes, for there was not a trace of inhibition in her movements.
Lizzie was standing ankle deep at the edge of the water, and had tucked her skirt up on either side of her body to avoid it getting wet. The blouse she wore on the top half of her body was unbuttoned half way down her chest, and the soft roundness of the top of her breasts were peeking out through the gap. She had a rag in her hand and pushed it down the opened buttons and under her arms. The dampness from the rag caught against the front of the blouse and made the material stick to her breasts, causing her nipples to stand to attention. That was not the only thing that was standing to attention. In his trousers, Theo felt his cock expanding and straining against the rough material.
A bird chirped on one of the branches above Lizzie’s head, and she raised her face to look up at it. Her pose, with her mass of auburn hair flowing backwards down her back, lips open and breasts pushing outwards against her blouse, made the artist in Theo want to paint her in such a pose, and made the man in Theo want to fuck that woman so badly he was afraid he might come in his trousers.
Having washed her upper body, Lizzie now concentrated on the lower half. Theo was unsure whether he could safely watch without giving himself away, by a sigh or a groan. She bent forwards to rinse the rag in the water, away from where Theo was hidden, and he caught a glance of her perfect, shapely bottom peeking out from the bottom of her skirt. What a glorious arse, he thought to himself, and what he wouldn’t give to bring the palm of his hand down on that soft, creamy flesh, leaving the imprint of his hand on her behind.
In his usual insouciant way, and careless of whether anyone was watching, Theo slid his hand down the front of his trousers and massaged his cock while Lizzie pushed the rag up the front of her skirt and through her thighs, to clean the area that Theo longed for his cock to be right now. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined his own hand reaching up between her legs and around her sweet little quim. When he opened them again, Lizzie was already walking out of the stream and pulling her skirt back down and buttoning her blouse. Theo pulled back behind the tree in case she looked up towards the lane and saw him. When next he dared to look she had gone. He walked quickly to reach his home so that he could relieve the ache in his groin. If he didn’t get rid of that erection before Lizzie arrived at mid-day he doubted that he would be able to control himself in her presence, and he didn’t want to scare her away. No, he had best finish his picture first before he gave in to his baser desires.
These extracts sound amazing, Rachel! Thanks for stopping by and best of luck writing as Juliette! Grab your copy of this amazing new book here:
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01...
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Artist-Julie...
Amazon Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/Artist-Juliette...
Happy hump day everyone,
Felicity Brandon
Hello, Felicity. Thank you for inviting me to your blog today to talk about my new book, The Artist. Some of your readers will know me as Rachel de Vine, but this book will be the first under my new name.
Let me tell you a little about the book.
Lizzie was a pretty, but quite simple village girl when circumstances led her to the artist, Theo. She had made a bad marriage to Lionel, a man who mistreated her, and who then threw her out when she refused to sell her body on the street for him. Theo was a rebellious son of a Viscount, who left his privileged background to pursue his career as an artist, and his favourite subjects were pretty young women whom he painted in the nude. He was delighted, therefore, when the beautiful Lizzie approached his door one day and offered her services as a model.
It was only a matter of days before an attraction was ignited between them and they became lovers. Lionel, hearing that his wife was now living with the artist, regretted throwing her out on the street and snatched her back when Theo was away. But the artist had begun to have affectionate feelings for his model and set off in pursuit. In the ensuing struggle, when he caught them up, Lionel was killed and the two lovers had to escape abroad to evade being charged with his murder.
Can the love between a son of a Viscount and an illiterate country girl survive after such a troubled start? And would they have to face justice for the murder of Lizzie’s husband? This is an erotic tale of a young couple in mid-nineteenth century England and Italy.
As an artist he was good with his hands…where it mattered.
Excerpt One:
Lizzie felt her leg becoming numb from lying in the same position for such a long time. Did she dare move it a few inches? Would Mr Harper, the artist, realize that she had moved? She could wait no longer and inched her leg very quietly forward by about two inches.
“Stay still, please. You must stay in the same position for a little longer.”
She sighed.
“My apologies, Sir, but my leg has gone quite numb. I really need to stretch it a little.”
He looked a little irritated, but acquiesced grudgingly.
“Very well. Stand up and stretch if you must. Please do not move far as I simply must make use of all the available light and it will soon be twilight.”
Lizzie stood up and almost overbalanced as she put her weight on the numb leg. She reached for her robe. It was strange that she could lie around naked for any number of hours that Mr Harper sketched and painted her, but the moment that she came out of her pose, she felt the need for the decorum of the robe. She could no more stride around the room naked than she could run down the lane in such a state, but the thought of walking around the room naked made her flesh shiver and gave her a pleasant feeling in her groin. She tried to rid her mind of such naughty thoughts.
Theodore Harper smiled to himself, although his face retained its usual inscrutable features. The girl had been lying down, her limbs spread sufficiently that he could catch sight of her lovely little quim, and now she needed to cover herself simply to have a stretch? He had been painting women for many years, and came to know many of them intimately, and he still found them to be a puzzle. Mind you, this young woman was a rare little piece, looking as though butter wouldn’t melt in her soft, sensual mouth and possessing an innocent-looking face, while having the wild, auburn locks, the creamy skin and voluptuous body of a woman that needed to be seduced. No, not seduced, but fucked fast and hard by someone such as himself.
His cock began to twitch and he adjusted himself out of sight of the girl. He tried not to get involved with his models while they were working, but sometimes he found the temptation too much to manage. He was only human, after all. He put his palette and brush down on the small table next to the easel and stretched his arms. He too was a little stiff in more ways than one. Perhaps he should call it a day?
He wanted to do more than paint his flame-haired model.
Excerpt Two:
Theo rose earlier than usual the next morning, having turned in early the night before. He regretted telling Lizzie not to come until mid-day now, anxious to make use of the bright morning sunshine, but could do nothing about it, as he had no knowledge of where the girl was living. He decided to take a walk instead.
It was pure chance that he picked Oak Lane to walk down. It was a pretty walk, with magnificent, fully-grown oak trees that gave it its name, and had a stream meandering in the dip by the side of the road amongst the trees. Just before he reached the farm entrance he spotted movement below him. Creeping a little closer
he realized it was Lizzie, having her morning wash in the stream, and he darted behind one of the trees to watch without being seen. It was foolish to hide, he told himself, when he could look at that wonderful body all day, while he painted her. But there was something wonderfully erotic in spying in secret his little flame-haired model, performing her morning ablutions. She clearly thought herself completely hidden from prying eyes, for there was not a trace of inhibition in her movements.
Lizzie was standing ankle deep at the edge of the water, and had tucked her skirt up on either side of her body to avoid it getting wet. The blouse she wore on the top half of her body was unbuttoned half way down her chest, and the soft roundness of the top of her breasts were peeking out through the gap. She had a rag in her hand and pushed it down the opened buttons and under her arms. The dampness from the rag caught against the front of the blouse and made the material stick to her breasts, causing her nipples to stand to attention. That was not the only thing that was standing to attention. In his trousers, Theo felt his cock expanding and straining against the rough material.
A bird chirped on one of the branches above Lizzie’s head, and she raised her face to look up at it. Her pose, with her mass of auburn hair flowing backwards down her back, lips open and breasts pushing outwards against her blouse, made the artist in Theo want to paint her in such a pose, and made the man in Theo want to fuck that woman so badly he was afraid he might come in his trousers.
Having washed her upper body, Lizzie now concentrated on the lower half. Theo was unsure whether he could safely watch without giving himself away, by a sigh or a groan. She bent forwards to rinse the rag in the water, away from where Theo was hidden, and he caught a glance of her perfect, shapely bottom peeking out from the bottom of her skirt. What a glorious arse, he thought to himself, and what he wouldn’t give to bring the palm of his hand down on that soft, creamy flesh, leaving the imprint of his hand on her behind.
In his usual insouciant way, and careless of whether anyone was watching, Theo slid his hand down the front of his trousers and massaged his cock while Lizzie pushed the rag up the front of her skirt and through her thighs, to clean the area that Theo longed for his cock to be right now. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined his own hand reaching up between her legs and around her sweet little quim. When he opened them again, Lizzie was already walking out of the stream and pulling her skirt back down and buttoning her blouse. Theo pulled back behind the tree in case she looked up towards the lane and saw him. When next he dared to look she had gone. He walked quickly to reach his home so that he could relieve the ache in his groin. If he didn’t get rid of that erection before Lizzie arrived at mid-day he doubted that he would be able to control himself in her presence, and he didn’t want to scare her away. No, he had best finish his picture first before he gave in to his baser desires.
These extracts sound amazing, Rachel! Thanks for stopping by and best of luck writing as Juliette! Grab your copy of this amazing new book here:
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01...
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Artist-Julie...
Amazon Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/Artist-Juliette...
Happy hump day everyone,
Felicity Brandon
August 6, 2016
Special spotlight: Rannigan’s Redemption!
Make your Saturday even sexier with this special edition of the Brandon blog! I am thrilled to host Pandora Spocks and her latest release, Rannigan's Redemption Complete Collection.
Rannigan’s Redemption is the story of the complicated relationship between sexy high-profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan and sassy red-haired fellow lawyer Maggie Flynn.
Michael and Maggie meet at a job fair, where he hires her practically on the spot. She’s smart and good her job. But there’s more to it than he’s willing to admit. He’s attracted to her. Which doesn’t make sense. She’s nothing like the women he dates. She’s way too smart, for one thing. And Maggie’s in love with him, too. Realizing the situation is all but hopeless, she contents herself with working with him.
Rannigan’s Redemption is the story of the complicated relationship between sexy high-profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan and sassy red-haired fellow lawyer Maggie Flynn.
Michael and Maggie meet at a job fair, where he hires her practically on the spot. She’s smart and good her job. But there’s more to it than he’s willing to admit. He’s attracted to her. Which doesn’t make sense. She’s nothing like the women he dates. She’s way too smart, for one thing.
And Maggie’s in love with him, too. Realizing the situation is all but hopeless, she contents herself with working with him.
One night tears them apart. And from that point they’re both just running rogue, each making questionable decisions in their professional and personal lives.
A moment of desperation brings them back together. After Michael has burned all his bridges, Maggie’s the only one willing to stand by him.
And he’s grateful. He knows he needs to make it up to her, to somehow find redemption for himself.
Although Rannigan’s Redemption was intended to be one book, this story was too long and covers nearly ten years of Michael’s and Maggie’s lives, so it was originally released as three separate novels.
This boxed set includes all three Rannigan’s Redemption novels: Resisting Risk, Running Rogue, and Ransoming Redemption.
Check out the sizzling excerpt below:
.....
One night in late January, Michael attended a black-tie gala at the Met. His date Kimberley had cancelled at the last minute, suddenly called out of town for an emergency photo shoot. She was replacing someone who’d dropped out sick.
He rolled his eyes. Because God knows we need more swimsuit photos, he thought irritably. On the other hand, flying solo tonight might not be the worst thing in the world. He glanced around at scores of beautiful women draped in designer gowns. I’m always up for something new.
He made his way to the bar where he ordered a bourbon. “Make mine a dirty martini,” said a smoky female voice to his right. He glanced over to see a stunning blonde in a sparkling strapless black gown with a deep plunging neckline showcasing stellar tits and a slit up the left side revealing an exquisite leg.
Michael smiled slyly and said, “You know what they say about women who order dirty martinis.”
The woman glanced at him sideways. “No. What do they say?” she challenged.
“They say that women who order dirty martinis are enchanting, gorgeous, and intelligent.” He grinned playfully. “I’m Michael Rannigan.”
The woman laughed. “Well, Michael Rannigan, I see that you’re blessed with the gift of gab. I’m Alexis Bennett.”
“Nice to meet you, Alexis Bennett. Tell me, are you here with your husband? Boyfriend? Lesbian lover?” He gave his best mischievous smirk.
She laughed again. “You are shameless,” she said shaking her head. “No, sadly, they all stayed home. I’m here by myself tonight.”
“We can’t have that, can we?” he grinned. “Where is your table?”
Alexis pointed to the far side of the room. “I’m at 17.”
Michael shook his head. “That will never do. You’re at the wrong table.”
She frowned. “Which is the right table?”
“Mine, of course, number 5. I’ll have the situation remedied immediately,” he said. “Believe you me, heads will roll.”
Throughout dinner Michael kept up the charm and Alexis seemed to enjoy his company. As they chatted, she revealed that she was a talent agent representing many prominent news personalities and she seemed interested in the fact that Michael was an attorney.
After dinner, they skipped out on the rest of the festivities in favor of heading to Michael’s place for drinks. Behind his bar mixing a martini for her and pouring a bourbon for himself, Michael regaled Alexis with stories from his years in court, embellishing here and there for effect. She laughed in the appropriate places as she perched on a bar stool across from him. His eyes were drawn to her mesmerizing cleavage and to the shapely left leg obligingly revealed by the slit in her gown.
“Are you going to keep undressing me with your eyes all night, or are you going to man up?” she asked as she drained her glass
Michael grinned mischievously. “I’m something of a voyeur,” he said. “How about you undress while I watch?” He sauntered over to the couch and took a seat, crossing his ankle over his knee and resting his arms on the back.
Alexis slid off the stool and stood in the middle of the living room. Giving him a sly look, she reached under her left arm and unzipped the Elie Saab gown and let it slide down and pool around her black Christian Louboutins.
She reminds me of Veronica, Michael thought. They could almost be sisters. His cock responded instantly to that thought.
He smiled appreciatively at her black lace bustier with garters holding up sheer black stockings. A tiny black thong completed the ensemble. His eyes traveled back up to the creamy mounds bursting from the top of the overextended lace. He hooked a finger toward her in a ‘come hither’ motion.
She walked over and straddled him, pressing her lips to his. He’d waited as long as he could to get his hands on her glorious tits. A sharp tug allowed them to spill out over the top of the bustier and he gathered them up in his hands, hefting their weight and brushing across the sharp pink nubs with his thumbs.
Alexis, for her part, began to grind his erection with her sex, moaning lightly as his member responded favorably to her movements. As he took her left tit into his mouth, she moved her hands down to undo his pants and release his rock-hard cock. Shifting slightly, she pulled aside the thong and slid him into her, tossing back her head as he filled her wet and needy core. Her movements began in earnest as she rode him feverishly. Michael moved his hips in harmony with hers and felt his release begin to build.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and gripped her tightly as he stood, laying her on the coffee table and beginning to fuck her in earnest. “Oh, baby, you feel so good,” he cooed into her ear. Her heightened cries announced her imminent climax and he felt his own release pulsing in conjunction with the clenching of her sex. The sensation of ecstasy washed over him as his essence poured out.
He held himself over her for a moment, panting to catch his breath, before he kissed her lightly on the forehead and removed himself from her.
....
Ready to buy? Grab your copy here and make it a super scorching Saturday:
http://amzn.to/291BvNl
Stay naughty!
Felicity Brandon
Rannigan’s Redemption is the story of the complicated relationship between sexy high-profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan and sassy red-haired fellow lawyer Maggie Flynn.
Michael and Maggie meet at a job fair, where he hires her practically on the spot. She’s smart and good her job. But there’s more to it than he’s willing to admit. He’s attracted to her. Which doesn’t make sense. She’s nothing like the women he dates. She’s way too smart, for one thing. And Maggie’s in love with him, too. Realizing the situation is all but hopeless, she contents herself with working with him.
Rannigan’s Redemption is the story of the complicated relationship between sexy high-profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan and sassy red-haired fellow lawyer Maggie Flynn.
Michael and Maggie meet at a job fair, where he hires her practically on the spot. She’s smart and good her job. But there’s more to it than he’s willing to admit. He’s attracted to her. Which doesn’t make sense. She’s nothing like the women he dates. She’s way too smart, for one thing.
And Maggie’s in love with him, too. Realizing the situation is all but hopeless, she contents herself with working with him.
One night tears them apart. And from that point they’re both just running rogue, each making questionable decisions in their professional and personal lives.
A moment of desperation brings them back together. After Michael has burned all his bridges, Maggie’s the only one willing to stand by him.
And he’s grateful. He knows he needs to make it up to her, to somehow find redemption for himself.
Although Rannigan’s Redemption was intended to be one book, this story was too long and covers nearly ten years of Michael’s and Maggie’s lives, so it was originally released as three separate novels.
This boxed set includes all three Rannigan’s Redemption novels: Resisting Risk, Running Rogue, and Ransoming Redemption.
Check out the sizzling excerpt below:
.....
One night in late January, Michael attended a black-tie gala at the Met. His date Kimberley had cancelled at the last minute, suddenly called out of town for an emergency photo shoot. She was replacing someone who’d dropped out sick.
He rolled his eyes. Because God knows we need more swimsuit photos, he thought irritably. On the other hand, flying solo tonight might not be the worst thing in the world. He glanced around at scores of beautiful women draped in designer gowns. I’m always up for something new.
He made his way to the bar where he ordered a bourbon. “Make mine a dirty martini,” said a smoky female voice to his right. He glanced over to see a stunning blonde in a sparkling strapless black gown with a deep plunging neckline showcasing stellar tits and a slit up the left side revealing an exquisite leg.
Michael smiled slyly and said, “You know what they say about women who order dirty martinis.”
The woman glanced at him sideways. “No. What do they say?” she challenged.
“They say that women who order dirty martinis are enchanting, gorgeous, and intelligent.” He grinned playfully. “I’m Michael Rannigan.”
The woman laughed. “Well, Michael Rannigan, I see that you’re blessed with the gift of gab. I’m Alexis Bennett.”
“Nice to meet you, Alexis Bennett. Tell me, are you here with your husband? Boyfriend? Lesbian lover?” He gave his best mischievous smirk.
She laughed again. “You are shameless,” she said shaking her head. “No, sadly, they all stayed home. I’m here by myself tonight.”
“We can’t have that, can we?” he grinned. “Where is your table?”
Alexis pointed to the far side of the room. “I’m at 17.”
Michael shook his head. “That will never do. You’re at the wrong table.”
She frowned. “Which is the right table?”
“Mine, of course, number 5. I’ll have the situation remedied immediately,” he said. “Believe you me, heads will roll.”
Throughout dinner Michael kept up the charm and Alexis seemed to enjoy his company. As they chatted, she revealed that she was a talent agent representing many prominent news personalities and she seemed interested in the fact that Michael was an attorney.
After dinner, they skipped out on the rest of the festivities in favor of heading to Michael’s place for drinks. Behind his bar mixing a martini for her and pouring a bourbon for himself, Michael regaled Alexis with stories from his years in court, embellishing here and there for effect. She laughed in the appropriate places as she perched on a bar stool across from him. His eyes were drawn to her mesmerizing cleavage and to the shapely left leg obligingly revealed by the slit in her gown.
“Are you going to keep undressing me with your eyes all night, or are you going to man up?” she asked as she drained her glass
Michael grinned mischievously. “I’m something of a voyeur,” he said. “How about you undress while I watch?” He sauntered over to the couch and took a seat, crossing his ankle over his knee and resting his arms on the back.
Alexis slid off the stool and stood in the middle of the living room. Giving him a sly look, she reached under her left arm and unzipped the Elie Saab gown and let it slide down and pool around her black Christian Louboutins.
She reminds me of Veronica, Michael thought. They could almost be sisters. His cock responded instantly to that thought.
He smiled appreciatively at her black lace bustier with garters holding up sheer black stockings. A tiny black thong completed the ensemble. His eyes traveled back up to the creamy mounds bursting from the top of the overextended lace. He hooked a finger toward her in a ‘come hither’ motion.
She walked over and straddled him, pressing her lips to his. He’d waited as long as he could to get his hands on her glorious tits. A sharp tug allowed them to spill out over the top of the bustier and he gathered them up in his hands, hefting their weight and brushing across the sharp pink nubs with his thumbs.
Alexis, for her part, began to grind his erection with her sex, moaning lightly as his member responded favorably to her movements. As he took her left tit into his mouth, she moved her hands down to undo his pants and release his rock-hard cock. Shifting slightly, she pulled aside the thong and slid him into her, tossing back her head as he filled her wet and needy core. Her movements began in earnest as she rode him feverishly. Michael moved his hips in harmony with hers and felt his release begin to build.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and gripped her tightly as he stood, laying her on the coffee table and beginning to fuck her in earnest. “Oh, baby, you feel so good,” he cooed into her ear. Her heightened cries announced her imminent climax and he felt his own release pulsing in conjunction with the clenching of her sex. The sensation of ecstasy washed over him as his essence poured out.
He held himself over her for a moment, panting to catch his breath, before he kissed her lightly on the forehead and removed himself from her.
....
Ready to buy? Grab your copy here and make it a super scorching Saturday:
http://amzn.to/291BvNl
Stay naughty!
Felicity Brandon
August 3, 2016
A Gift for the Commander by Sara Fields!
Today I am thrilled to be joined by Sara Fields, who is celebrating her new release, "A Gift for the Commander" - which recently hit #1 in the Amazon sci-fi erotica charts!
This is her field steamy spanking novel and the blurb sounds utterly enticing:
Though Olivia is grateful to be alive after she is rescued from a terrible tyrant and brought to the planet Terranovum, she is none too pleased when she learns that she is to be auctioned as a slave to the highest bidder. But before she can be sold, she must be trained, and the man who will train her is none other than the commander of the king’s army.
Wes has tamed many human slaves and when Olivia resists his efforts to bathe her in preparation for her initial inspection, he strips the beautiful, feisty girl bare and spanks her soundly. The stern chastisement leaves Olivia tearful and repentant yet undeniably aroused, and Wes starts her lessons in submission by making her beg him shamefully for the release her body needs so badly.
Once she has been thoroughly and intimately examined, Olivia’s training begins in earnest, and Wes takes her to his bed to teach her what it means to surrender her body to a dominant man. But try as he might, he cannot bring himself to see Olivia as just another slave. She touches his heart in a way he thought nothing could, and with each passing day he grows more certain that he must claim her as his own. But with war breaking out across Terranovum, can Wes protect both his world and his woman?
Take a deep breath and then read this sizzling excerpt from the book...
“Close your eyes.”
Without hesitation, she obeyed, and her senses amplified. Her sight taken away from her, all she could do was feel and listen for the next fall of the crop. The entire experience was more than intense, it was magnificent. He moved silently, so that she didn’t know when he was going to catch the underside of her bottom cheeks, or her breasts, or the sides of her hips, or the backs of her thighs. Her chest rose and fell, and she cried out when he tapped the leather against her nipple, but her reaction wasn’t from the pain, it was from the rampant desire that coursed through her. He did it again, over and over, switching back and forth from one nipple to the other.
Her thighs began to quiver, and he dragged the crop down between her breasts to her navel, and then even lower, until the tip of the crop lay over the top of her clit.
She stopped breathing. Time seemed to slow as he took the crop away from her pussy. Expecting a sharp slap to fall at any second, she breathed a sigh of relief when he brought it back down gently. He did this a few times in a row, and she finally relaxed. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, and she could hardly contain herself, her lust was so great. Just when she had grown comfortable, he pressed the crop firmly against her. And then he took it away again.
Smack!
The slap was still gentle, but harsh enough that she cried out, in either pleasure or pain, she wasn’t sure. He did it again, and her hips rolled wildly forward. He pressed his body up against her back and grabbed a fistful of her hair, arching her backwards even farther. Her scalp burned, but it only added more fuel to the fire. Her entire body smoldered red hot, aching with need for release. She panted as he pulled her head back so far that it nearly rested on his shoulder. She moaned when he reached around her body and settled the crop back on her clit.
“You are not to come until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
.....
Grab your copy now at the following places:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Gift-Commander...
AmazonUK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Gift-Command...
AllRomance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/prod...
I'll be back soon with more hot books and news about what's new from Felicity!
Stay naughty,
Felicity Brandon
This is her field steamy spanking novel and the blurb sounds utterly enticing:
Though Olivia is grateful to be alive after she is rescued from a terrible tyrant and brought to the planet Terranovum, she is none too pleased when she learns that she is to be auctioned as a slave to the highest bidder. But before she can be sold, she must be trained, and the man who will train her is none other than the commander of the king’s army.
Wes has tamed many human slaves and when Olivia resists his efforts to bathe her in preparation for her initial inspection, he strips the beautiful, feisty girl bare and spanks her soundly. The stern chastisement leaves Olivia tearful and repentant yet undeniably aroused, and Wes starts her lessons in submission by making her beg him shamefully for the release her body needs so badly.
Once she has been thoroughly and intimately examined, Olivia’s training begins in earnest, and Wes takes her to his bed to teach her what it means to surrender her body to a dominant man. But try as he might, he cannot bring himself to see Olivia as just another slave. She touches his heart in a way he thought nothing could, and with each passing day he grows more certain that he must claim her as his own. But with war breaking out across Terranovum, can Wes protect both his world and his woman?
Take a deep breath and then read this sizzling excerpt from the book...
“Close your eyes.”
Without hesitation, she obeyed, and her senses amplified. Her sight taken away from her, all she could do was feel and listen for the next fall of the crop. The entire experience was more than intense, it was magnificent. He moved silently, so that she didn’t know when he was going to catch the underside of her bottom cheeks, or her breasts, or the sides of her hips, or the backs of her thighs. Her chest rose and fell, and she cried out when he tapped the leather against her nipple, but her reaction wasn’t from the pain, it was from the rampant desire that coursed through her. He did it again, over and over, switching back and forth from one nipple to the other.
Her thighs began to quiver, and he dragged the crop down between her breasts to her navel, and then even lower, until the tip of the crop lay over the top of her clit.
She stopped breathing. Time seemed to slow as he took the crop away from her pussy. Expecting a sharp slap to fall at any second, she breathed a sigh of relief when he brought it back down gently. He did this a few times in a row, and she finally relaxed. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, and she could hardly contain herself, her lust was so great. Just when she had grown comfortable, he pressed the crop firmly against her. And then he took it away again.
Smack!
The slap was still gentle, but harsh enough that she cried out, in either pleasure or pain, she wasn’t sure. He did it again, and her hips rolled wildly forward. He pressed his body up against her back and grabbed a fistful of her hair, arching her backwards even farther. Her scalp burned, but it only added more fuel to the fire. Her entire body smoldered red hot, aching with need for release. She panted as he pulled her head back so far that it nearly rested on his shoulder. She moaned when he reached around her body and settled the crop back on her clit.
“You are not to come until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
.....
Grab your copy now at the following places:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Gift-Commander...
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I'll be back soon with more hot books and news about what's new from Felicity!
Stay naughty,
Felicity Brandon
July 27, 2016
Returning to her Master...
Today we welcome BJ Wane to the Brandon blog! Thanks for joining us, BJ!
BJ: Thanks so much for having me. I’m excited about reader’s responses to RETURNING TO HER MASTER. Picking up where HER MASTER AT LAST left off with Marc and Cassie’s story, I have added over 4,000 words to the original version of this story in Make Me Yours as well as made significant changes to the plot.
Felicity: This sounds great, BJ! Please share the blurb with us and then we'd love to read a steamy excerpt from the book...
BJ: Here's the blurb: Marc Taite is shocked when Cassie Edwards, the only girl he’s ever loved, suddenly shows up in the club room of his Colorado vacation lodge. Ever since she broke off their romance without explanation and refused to answer his calls, he has wondered what went wrong, and he hauls her upstairs, intending to spank her soundly and then get some answers. Their old passion instantly reignites, however, and instead of taking her over his knee he ends up taking her hard and fast.
The connection they once shared clearly still exists, but Marc has already lived through the pain of losing Cassie once, and he is determined not to let himself be hurt again. Desperate to prove that this time she is truly ready to belong to him, Cassie promises Marc her complete submission, and she soon finds herself on her knees with her bright red bare bottom on display as she begs him to claim her in any way he pleases.
Though he is reluctant to risk his heart again, when Marc discovers that a stalker has followed Cassie to Colorado his need to protect her quickly overcomes his hesitation and he takes it upon himself to keep her safe, even when that means punishing her sternly when she breaks the rules he makes to protect her. But when a misunderstanding sends her fleeing from him once again, will he lose her a second time?
Publisher’s Note: Returning to Her Master is a stand-alone sequel to Her Master at Last. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including a threesome, anal play, exhibitionism, BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
In this scene, Cassie has arrived unannounced at Marc’s mountain lodge after walking out on him two years earlier...
Stunned at how right this felt, how right he felt when his mouth swooped down and took hers in a hard, wet kiss, Cassie sank into him, clung to his voracious mouth, her lips molding to his, her mouth opening without hesitation for the damp exploration of his tongue. Moaning, she leaned into him, her hands clutching his shoulders as she kissed him back with all the longing she’d tried and failed to suppress since seeing him last. When he moved to untie the top of her halter dress and bare her breasts, she didn’t attempt to stop him, grateful for his quick action. She didn’t want either of them to have time to think, only to feel.
He cupped her breasts in his palms, squeezed her plump softness and pinched her nipples into stiff peaks, the acute pleasure spiraling down to her sheath. Dipping his dark head, he sucked her right nipple between his lips, laving it with his tongue and giving the left a tight pinch. She had to grip his shoulders to keep her balance as she gave a slight push toward his mouth, a silent plea for more. Reaching under her short dress, he ripped the thong from her hips, surprising a gasp from her as he sought her core. She shuddered when he stroked the bare flesh of her labia, his low, guttural tone as much a turn on as his exploring fingers.
“Fuck. What did you do with those pretty red/gold curls?”
“I heard men like it when women shave there,” she whispered, unable to prevent the spread of heated mortification up her face. “I had it waxed a few days ago.”
Marc explored the swollen, denuded folds before slipping between them with ease. “You heard right, darlin’, but I did like those pretty curls.” Relief at finding her sheath soaking wet made him light headed and heightened his urgency to feel the slick walls hugging his cock again. Which didn’t sit well with him.
Struggling to set aside his irritation at her unexpected arrival, he turned her toward the wall, pulled her hips back and shoved her feet apart. Grabbing her hands he braced her palms against the wall where his had been. “Don’t move.”
Flipping up her skirt, he swatted her ass as he released his cock before common sense and caution overruled his body.
“Oh, God,” Cassie groaned, lowering her head between her arms, lifting her butt for his next swat, embracing the familiar burn, ecstatic her response to the blistering pain was just as she remembered. One hard, calloused palm pressed against her stomach while he belabored her buttocks with the other, his swats coming faster, harder, his concentration on her butt exciting, his silence unnerving.
Her sharp cry following a painful slap on the sensitive skin of the under curve of her right cheek echoed in the loft, the harsh intake of his breathing sending a shiver down her spine. “Please, Marc,” she whispered, wishing she could see his face yet glad she couldn’t. Her conflicting, roiling thoughts couldn’t compete right now with the pleasurable heat he took his time building across her butt, the throbbing of her abused flesh spiraling between her legs to be reciprocated in remembered pleasure.
Marc could no more ignore her desperate plea than he could continue to ignore his own demanding need. Grabbing her hips with both hands, he sank into her wet heat, the slick, welcome clasp of her vaginal walls and the enticing view of her bright red ass brought him to a feverish pitch in seconds. Giving in to his body’s demands, he pounded into her, ignoring the taunting little voice calling him a sap.
Much more than she had ever expected, Cassie met each hard thrust with acceptance, her body convulsing in spasm after spasm of pleasure so fast she couldn’t tell when one orgasm ended and the next began. The wall swam before her tear filled vision as she relished the pleasure she remembered and had despaired of ever experiencing again.
Marc eased his grip on her hips, hoping she wouldn’t be sporting bruises there by tomorrow. His senses reeled with the force of his climax and he blamed the last few celibate hours watching others for his unwanted response. Pulling out of her snug pussy brought reality crashing back.
Felicity: What an awesome teaser! Thanks BJ! Grab a copy of this hawt book below:
BUY LINKS: https://www.amazon.com/Returning-Her-... https://www.allromanceebooks.com/prod... http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/retur...
CONNECT WITH BJ AT: http://bjwane.blogspot.com/ https://www.facebook.com/bj.wane
Stay naughty!
Felicity Brandon
BJ: Thanks so much for having me. I’m excited about reader’s responses to RETURNING TO HER MASTER. Picking up where HER MASTER AT LAST left off with Marc and Cassie’s story, I have added over 4,000 words to the original version of this story in Make Me Yours as well as made significant changes to the plot.
Felicity: This sounds great, BJ! Please share the blurb with us and then we'd love to read a steamy excerpt from the book...
BJ: Here's the blurb: Marc Taite is shocked when Cassie Edwards, the only girl he’s ever loved, suddenly shows up in the club room of his Colorado vacation lodge. Ever since she broke off their romance without explanation and refused to answer his calls, he has wondered what went wrong, and he hauls her upstairs, intending to spank her soundly and then get some answers. Their old passion instantly reignites, however, and instead of taking her over his knee he ends up taking her hard and fast.
The connection they once shared clearly still exists, but Marc has already lived through the pain of losing Cassie once, and he is determined not to let himself be hurt again. Desperate to prove that this time she is truly ready to belong to him, Cassie promises Marc her complete submission, and she soon finds herself on her knees with her bright red bare bottom on display as she begs him to claim her in any way he pleases.
Though he is reluctant to risk his heart again, when Marc discovers that a stalker has followed Cassie to Colorado his need to protect her quickly overcomes his hesitation and he takes it upon himself to keep her safe, even when that means punishing her sternly when she breaks the rules he makes to protect her. But when a misunderstanding sends her fleeing from him once again, will he lose her a second time?
Publisher’s Note: Returning to Her Master is a stand-alone sequel to Her Master at Last. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including a threesome, anal play, exhibitionism, BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
In this scene, Cassie has arrived unannounced at Marc’s mountain lodge after walking out on him two years earlier...
Stunned at how right this felt, how right he felt when his mouth swooped down and took hers in a hard, wet kiss, Cassie sank into him, clung to his voracious mouth, her lips molding to his, her mouth opening without hesitation for the damp exploration of his tongue. Moaning, she leaned into him, her hands clutching his shoulders as she kissed him back with all the longing she’d tried and failed to suppress since seeing him last. When he moved to untie the top of her halter dress and bare her breasts, she didn’t attempt to stop him, grateful for his quick action. She didn’t want either of them to have time to think, only to feel.
He cupped her breasts in his palms, squeezed her plump softness and pinched her nipples into stiff peaks, the acute pleasure spiraling down to her sheath. Dipping his dark head, he sucked her right nipple between his lips, laving it with his tongue and giving the left a tight pinch. She had to grip his shoulders to keep her balance as she gave a slight push toward his mouth, a silent plea for more. Reaching under her short dress, he ripped the thong from her hips, surprising a gasp from her as he sought her core. She shuddered when he stroked the bare flesh of her labia, his low, guttural tone as much a turn on as his exploring fingers.
“Fuck. What did you do with those pretty red/gold curls?”
“I heard men like it when women shave there,” she whispered, unable to prevent the spread of heated mortification up her face. “I had it waxed a few days ago.”
Marc explored the swollen, denuded folds before slipping between them with ease. “You heard right, darlin’, but I did like those pretty curls.” Relief at finding her sheath soaking wet made him light headed and heightened his urgency to feel the slick walls hugging his cock again. Which didn’t sit well with him.
Struggling to set aside his irritation at her unexpected arrival, he turned her toward the wall, pulled her hips back and shoved her feet apart. Grabbing her hands he braced her palms against the wall where his had been. “Don’t move.”
Flipping up her skirt, he swatted her ass as he released his cock before common sense and caution overruled his body.
“Oh, God,” Cassie groaned, lowering her head between her arms, lifting her butt for his next swat, embracing the familiar burn, ecstatic her response to the blistering pain was just as she remembered. One hard, calloused palm pressed against her stomach while he belabored her buttocks with the other, his swats coming faster, harder, his concentration on her butt exciting, his silence unnerving.
Her sharp cry following a painful slap on the sensitive skin of the under curve of her right cheek echoed in the loft, the harsh intake of his breathing sending a shiver down her spine. “Please, Marc,” she whispered, wishing she could see his face yet glad she couldn’t. Her conflicting, roiling thoughts couldn’t compete right now with the pleasurable heat he took his time building across her butt, the throbbing of her abused flesh spiraling between her legs to be reciprocated in remembered pleasure.
Marc could no more ignore her desperate plea than he could continue to ignore his own demanding need. Grabbing her hips with both hands, he sank into her wet heat, the slick, welcome clasp of her vaginal walls and the enticing view of her bright red ass brought him to a feverish pitch in seconds. Giving in to his body’s demands, he pounded into her, ignoring the taunting little voice calling him a sap.
Much more than she had ever expected, Cassie met each hard thrust with acceptance, her body convulsing in spasm after spasm of pleasure so fast she couldn’t tell when one orgasm ended and the next began. The wall swam before her tear filled vision as she relished the pleasure she remembered and had despaired of ever experiencing again.
Marc eased his grip on her hips, hoping she wouldn’t be sporting bruises there by tomorrow. His senses reeled with the force of his climax and he blamed the last few celibate hours watching others for his unwanted response. Pulling out of her snug pussy brought reality crashing back.
Felicity: What an awesome teaser! Thanks BJ! Grab a copy of this hawt book below:
BUY LINKS: https://www.amazon.com/Returning-Her-... https://www.allromanceebooks.com/prod... http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/retur...
CONNECT WITH BJ AT: http://bjwane.blogspot.com/ https://www.facebook.com/bj.wane
Stay naughty!
Felicity Brandon
July 20, 2016
Exciting times!
It's hump day and it's been a very exciting week for Felicity Brandon!
Firstly, my editing is going swimmingly! I am just a few days away from being complete and getting the new book to my publisher!! {Cue happy dancing!}
To celebrate, I am show casing another red-hot teaser from the new book... Check it out here:
.....
He pauses his analysis of my chest and looks up into my eyes. His stare holds me there for a long moment and I realise I am succumbing to his will whether I like it or not. He is the predator – he has been all along – and I am his prey. Aurelie of Donrose it seems was no match for this invader from the northlands.
“Unexpected?” he repeats.
He rises with care to a standing position, grasping the post to his left for support. His tall frame is now right next to me, his head skimming the silken canopy over us. He leans forward, towards me and presses himself against my nakedness. I gasp, closing my eyes at the contact and yet relishing the physical closeness.
“Does that mean my captive is warming to her new master?”
I open my eyes to find his face right there, above me, that large mouth ready to devour its prey.
“I… I don’t know,” I whisper, looking into his eyes. There’s an honesty about my answer which disconcerts me.
Anders shifts his weight slightly, snaking his right hand around my body and skimming my behind. Once there he grabs my left cheek and holds me, using my own body to pull me closer to him. My throbbing groin, already pushed forward by the bondage holding my ankles in place, nestles against his clothed right thigh. I am just slightly too short for the aching area to make contact with his body; a fact which fills me with a new frustration.
“You are not sure, Aurelie, or you are just too afraid to say?”
I blush at his accurate analysis of the situation, dropping my eyes from his gaze. His hand rises north, leaving my ass and taking me by surprise. Anders uses each long digit to trace lines up the left side of my body, pausing at the curve of my bosom, and then finally reaching the side of my face. Once here, the hand tips my chin upwards to meet his eye line, holding it in place once he is satisfied with the position.
He eyes me intently and I realise that he is expecting an answer.
“Too afraid…”
.....
Secondly, it's the week I found out that Submission at The Tower: The Depths of Desire
has made it to the final rounds of the Golden Flogger BDSM awards!! I am SUPER excited and so humbled to have made it this far! Thank you to everyone who has supported the book!
Read the details here and grab a FREE e-book if you buy a copy of Submission at The Tower: The Depths of Desire between now and August 17th!
http://bdsmwriterscon.com/golden-flog...
Finally, I have had the pleasure of being interviewed by Naya Free this week. Check out her amazing MINI right here:
http://nayafree.com/felicity-brandon-...
By next week, I hope my Viking invasion will be complete, so until then... Stay sexy everyone!
Felicity Brandon
Firstly, my editing is going swimmingly! I am just a few days away from being complete and getting the new book to my publisher!! {Cue happy dancing!}
To celebrate, I am show casing another red-hot teaser from the new book... Check it out here:
.....
He pauses his analysis of my chest and looks up into my eyes. His stare holds me there for a long moment and I realise I am succumbing to his will whether I like it or not. He is the predator – he has been all along – and I am his prey. Aurelie of Donrose it seems was no match for this invader from the northlands.
“Unexpected?” he repeats.
He rises with care to a standing position, grasping the post to his left for support. His tall frame is now right next to me, his head skimming the silken canopy over us. He leans forward, towards me and presses himself against my nakedness. I gasp, closing my eyes at the contact and yet relishing the physical closeness.
“Does that mean my captive is warming to her new master?”
I open my eyes to find his face right there, above me, that large mouth ready to devour its prey.
“I… I don’t know,” I whisper, looking into his eyes. There’s an honesty about my answer which disconcerts me.
Anders shifts his weight slightly, snaking his right hand around my body and skimming my behind. Once there he grabs my left cheek and holds me, using my own body to pull me closer to him. My throbbing groin, already pushed forward by the bondage holding my ankles in place, nestles against his clothed right thigh. I am just slightly too short for the aching area to make contact with his body; a fact which fills me with a new frustration.
“You are not sure, Aurelie, or you are just too afraid to say?”
I blush at his accurate analysis of the situation, dropping my eyes from his gaze. His hand rises north, leaving my ass and taking me by surprise. Anders uses each long digit to trace lines up the left side of my body, pausing at the curve of my bosom, and then finally reaching the side of my face. Once here, the hand tips my chin upwards to meet his eye line, holding it in place once he is satisfied with the position.
He eyes me intently and I realise that he is expecting an answer.
“Too afraid…”
.....
Secondly, it's the week I found out that Submission at The Tower: The Depths of Desire
has made it to the final rounds of the Golden Flogger BDSM awards!! I am SUPER excited and so humbled to have made it this far! Thank you to everyone who has supported the book!Read the details here and grab a FREE e-book if you buy a copy of Submission at The Tower: The Depths of Desire between now and August 17th!
http://bdsmwriterscon.com/golden-flog...
Finally, I have had the pleasure of being interviewed by Naya Free this week. Check out her amazing MINI right here:
http://nayafree.com/felicity-brandon-...
By next week, I hope my Viking invasion will be complete, so until then... Stay sexy everyone!
Felicity Brandon
July 13, 2016
The home straight...
It's that time of the week again and here comes my blog post! Still utterly consumed with the final round edits of my new historical erotic romance, this week I bring you my most recent review of Jane Henry and Maisy Archer's hot new book My Dom https://www.goodreads.com/book/photo/....
I loved this compelling BDSM romance and recommend it to anyone looking for a hot summer read by the pool!
https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
Next week I will bring more news of my impending release, and how about a new hot teaser to whet some appetites?
Get ready for the invasion...
Felicity Brandon
I loved this compelling BDSM romance and recommend it to anyone looking for a hot summer read by the pool!
https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
Next week I will bring more news of my impending release, and how about a new hot teaser to whet some appetites?
Get ready for the invasion...
Felicity Brandon
July 6, 2016
Darcy just got hotter!
Happy Hump Day!
I have been so bogged down with the writing and editing of my new novel, that I have been incredibly remiss at writing reviews for the amazing books I have also been devouring. I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to everyone who is waiting on me for a review of their work - rest assured I am reading and reviewing, and I will get there! Right now my new book is all consuming, but there is light on the horizon, and with it; a number of well-owed reviews!
To start to make amends today, I am sharing my recent review of Nia Farrell's erotic retelling of Pride and Punishment: An Erotic Re-telling of Jane Austen's Beloved Classic
.
You can read my review here and then grab yourself a copy and make up your own mind... https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
In the meantime, it's back to the editing desk for me. I am close - so close - to getting my very first historical BDSM erotic romance out there!
Until next time,
Felicity Brandon
I have been so bogged down with the writing and editing of my new novel, that I have been incredibly remiss at writing reviews for the amazing books I have also been devouring. I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to everyone who is waiting on me for a review of their work - rest assured I am reading and reviewing, and I will get there! Right now my new book is all consuming, but there is light on the horizon, and with it; a number of well-owed reviews!
To start to make amends today, I am sharing my recent review of Nia Farrell's erotic retelling of Pride and Punishment: An Erotic Re-telling of Jane Austen's Beloved Classic
.You can read my review here and then grab yourself a copy and make up your own mind... https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
In the meantime, it's back to the editing desk for me. I am close - so close - to getting my very first historical BDSM erotic romance out there!
Until next time,
Felicity Brandon
