Felicity Brandon's Blog, page 12
June 29, 2016
April Vine joins us!
Happy hump day! I am thrilled to be joined today by author, April Vine and her sexy new book; The Billionaire's Bride
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If you like your dominant rich and smouldering, then check out the sizzling burb and extract right here...
Twenty-three-year-old heiress Kassandra Elliot is used to doing as she pleases, so it comes as quite a surprise when handsome billionaire Domenico Bellini confronts her at a nightclub and tells her he is taking her home at her father’s request, whether she likes it or not. When she resists, Domenico tosses her over his shoulder, spanks her, and then makes it clear that she can either behave herself and listen to what he has to say or face more humiliating consequences.
Once he has her attention, Domenico informs Kassandra that their great-grandfathers signed a pact which requires him to wed her as a condition of their families keeping their inheritances. Though she is shocked by the idea of marrying a man she barely knows, Kassandra cannot bear the thought of letting her family down and she hesitantly agrees to the arrangement.
Domenico knows that his beautiful, feisty young wife needs to be taken in hand, but a tragedy earlier in his life makes him reluctant to show her the full extent of his dominance. Before long, however, he finds himself unable to resist the desire to strip her bare, spank her hard, and claim her thoroughly. Their passion is soon burning hotter with each passing day, but when they learn the dark secrets of each other’s pasts will that knowledge bind them together or tear them apart?
..........
“Tell me, kitten.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let go of me.”
“And why do you pretend to be sexually active… when you’re still a virgin.”
Without her promiscuous continuous drink-binging reputation, she was nothing but an empty shell feebly guiding a very scared person. And she’d rather he not saw the pathetic side of her.
“You don’t know anything about me, Domenico,” she said with quiet calm.
“I know you’re still a virgin. And your sexual experience comes from those romance novels you’re always reading.”
Balancing on the elbow of one of his arms, he used his other hand to grip his cock. He laid the entire length against her. She sank into the mattress, her body melted, boneless, mindless.
“I know because if I were to… if I were to sink into you, I’d have to stretch you first, to make me fit inside you. And if I went deeper, I’d bet all my money, you’d bleed. For me, gattino.”
He guided his cock up and down her pussy. She was so wet, so turned on, her liquid clung to the skin of his erection. She arched her back and he brushed her clit, sending her out of her body and into his. He did it again, this time parting her folds, feeling exactly how hot and wet she was.
“Madre di Dio,” he rasped. “Because that’s what I want to do, bella. I want to make your pussy mine. I want to slide in and watch as you accept me inside your body. And I want to go that deep inside you, and deeper, until I have marked you as mine. Forever.”
If your appetite has been whetted, then grab your copy here:
Amazon - http://amzn.to/28h9mdG
Barnes & Noble - http://bit.ly/1UDj1Us
Kobo - http://bit.ly/1ZtXjUp
All Romance - http://bit.ly/214VMoi
Until next time - keep it sexy!
Felicity Brandon
.If you like your dominant rich and smouldering, then check out the sizzling burb and extract right here...
Twenty-three-year-old heiress Kassandra Elliot is used to doing as she pleases, so it comes as quite a surprise when handsome billionaire Domenico Bellini confronts her at a nightclub and tells her he is taking her home at her father’s request, whether she likes it or not. When she resists, Domenico tosses her over his shoulder, spanks her, and then makes it clear that she can either behave herself and listen to what he has to say or face more humiliating consequences.
Once he has her attention, Domenico informs Kassandra that their great-grandfathers signed a pact which requires him to wed her as a condition of their families keeping their inheritances. Though she is shocked by the idea of marrying a man she barely knows, Kassandra cannot bear the thought of letting her family down and she hesitantly agrees to the arrangement.
Domenico knows that his beautiful, feisty young wife needs to be taken in hand, but a tragedy earlier in his life makes him reluctant to show her the full extent of his dominance. Before long, however, he finds himself unable to resist the desire to strip her bare, spank her hard, and claim her thoroughly. Their passion is soon burning hotter with each passing day, but when they learn the dark secrets of each other’s pasts will that knowledge bind them together or tear them apart?
..........
“Tell me, kitten.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let go of me.”
“And why do you pretend to be sexually active… when you’re still a virgin.”
Without her promiscuous continuous drink-binging reputation, she was nothing but an empty shell feebly guiding a very scared person. And she’d rather he not saw the pathetic side of her.
“You don’t know anything about me, Domenico,” she said with quiet calm.
“I know you’re still a virgin. And your sexual experience comes from those romance novels you’re always reading.”
Balancing on the elbow of one of his arms, he used his other hand to grip his cock. He laid the entire length against her. She sank into the mattress, her body melted, boneless, mindless.
“I know because if I were to… if I were to sink into you, I’d have to stretch you first, to make me fit inside you. And if I went deeper, I’d bet all my money, you’d bleed. For me, gattino.”
He guided his cock up and down her pussy. She was so wet, so turned on, her liquid clung to the skin of his erection. She arched her back and he brushed her clit, sending her out of her body and into his. He did it again, this time parting her folds, feeling exactly how hot and wet she was.
“Madre di Dio,” he rasped. “Because that’s what I want to do, bella. I want to make your pussy mine. I want to slide in and watch as you accept me inside your body. And I want to go that deep inside you, and deeper, until I have marked you as mine. Forever.”
If your appetite has been whetted, then grab your copy here:
Amazon - http://amzn.to/28h9mdG
Barnes & Noble - http://bit.ly/1UDj1Us
Kobo - http://bit.ly/1ZtXjUp
All Romance - http://bit.ly/214VMoi
Until next time - keep it sexy!
Felicity Brandon
June 22, 2016
Unorthodox Therapy... Coming SOON!
Happy hump day to one and all! This week I am thrilled to be joined by Lilah E. Noir, who is celebrating the near release of her new book, Unorthodox Therapy
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Check out the blurb to this amazing book and then read the steamy excerpt... Lina Riley, an inspiring leader of her software development company, is a lady of many strengths and one weakness. A skillful business negotiator, she pays the price of her success with long working hours and a bad smoking habit. It is the one battle this powerful woman just cannot seem to win. To the world, Thomas Jett seems like the poster boy for nice, respectable guys. A talented programmer and a well-liked colleague, Jett does a good job hiding his secret. Little does anyone know about his dark, lustful side and intense domination urges. Lina has been his weakness and obsession ever since he first stepped into her office for a job interview. He also may be the right man to help her be stronger. Thomas offers Lina a way to get over her addiction... but she'll have to fully submit to his authority. Could a woman like Lina surrender to her desires in the hands of a much younger man? Is she strong enough to give him her submission? Does Thomas have ulterior motives? How long can they stay on the edge before someone gets hurt?
.....
I felt like someone had lifted the burden of the entire week from my shoulders. My mind was overfilled with emotions raging from relief to lust. Shame had no chance to creep in, but how could I put it all into words when my own body still dominated me, demanding release from the fire of my lust?
I hadn't realized my vision was blurred with tears until Thomas brushed his thumb below my eyelid and wiped them away. He stroked my cheek with a sympathetic expression and whispered,
“There's no need to say anything, Lina. You'll figure it out in the process. Just allow yourself to feel now.”
As if I had a choice. Feeling was all I could do. Every small brush over my skin triggered fire straight to my pussy; every whisper of his calm voice caressed my body like both feather and whip.
“Please, I...”
The switch flipped and Thomas’s personality shifted from kind to sadistic without warning. He tugged the leash and moved toward the staircase while I was still down on my knees.
“It's time we went upstairs for our training session, pet.”
I tried to get to my feet but Thomas shook his head, tutted and put a hand on my shoulder. He pushed me back to a kneeling position and spoke with a wicked grin.
“No, Lina, I want you to get in the mindset of what it's like to be a sub. Crawl for me, my pet and trust me to lead you.”
“This is demeaning.” I whimpered in weak protest.
He didn't say a word and kept walking, tugging my leash carefully. I didn’t have much of a choice except to do as Thomas commanded. Crawling on the staircase after my self-proclaimed Master on a tight leash was one of the most surreal experiences I’d ever had. My pride wept at the debasement but the sensations were riveting. He was walking without any sign of hesitation in his steps, and every once in a while he muttered what a good pet I was. Those words made my long suffering body and mind feel elated, as if I were floating during the act of surrender.
The next day, my flesh would be sore and stretched but today I was getting further past my inhibitions than ever. I felt brave, adventurous and too aroused to analyze the situation. All I could think at the top of the staircase was how my nipples were as heavy and filled with blood as if he’d restrained them with clamps.
Thomas led me into the kitchen and let my leash drop to the floor as soon as we reached the big round table. The room was so different to the peaceful, sunlit place I remembered from our discussion last Saturday. He had turned the lights off and everything was clouded by the soft velvet embrace of twilight. The only sources of illumination were two tall candlesticks whose small flames cast shadows over my face.
I had been too shocked to notice any small details last week but at that moment, all my senses were heightened. The fragrance of aromatic wax, probably cinnamon, made me tingle with expectation of the surprises Thomas had prepared for me. I closed my eyes to let the anticipation fully sink in and take control of me. Thus, I failed to notice the other objects on the table and yelped in surprise at the familiar bite of the clamps on my already engorged nipples.
“I remember you loved them.” Thomas laughed at my panic and slapped my ass playfully when he’d finished adjusting the clamps on my breasts. “Up on your feet now, pet.” He handed me a hair tie once I opened my eyes. “For the next part, tie your hair as tightly as possible. It would be in the way for what I have in mind. Bend over the table. Place your hands palms down next to your head. Spread your legs as wide as you can. I need full access to your pussy.”
“How long do I have to wait?” I moaned while I was tying my hair in a messy bun with shaking hands. The pain in my heaving breasts was the final straw, pulling me into an almost hallucinating state of arousal. “Thomas... Sir... I can't last. I need you so badly. I'm in so much pain. Please, spare me.”
“So do I, my pet.” He was hovering over me. He had taken off his pants and underwear and the tip of his throbbing cock nearly pressed against my ass cheek. Thomas was holding himself by the shaft and staring at me with intensity. “The week wasn't easy for me either.”
My skin was burning brighter than the flames of the candles lighting up my exposed, dripping flesh. This time, he didn't use any bondage on me save for the symbolic leash, but his steely willpower had me fully restrained. One look and an order with his calm voice and my body turned into a mess of pent-up lust.
A week of holding back added up as well.
“I'm scared,” I whispered, and in response, Thomas pressed my shoulder harder against the table.
“I know. Don't move an inch. If you change your position even slightly, the next step would be to have you wear a chastity belt for the next week.” The firm dungeon dominant had returned. The seriousness of his threat took its toll on my feverish brain.
“Yes, Master. Just, please, hurry up. I'm dying,” I whispered in a small voice, without recognizing myself...
.....
What a compelling extract - this book sounds HOT! Grab your copy on June 30th right here:
http://myBook.to/UnorthodoxTherapy
Have a sexy week,
Felicity Brandon
.Check out the blurb to this amazing book and then read the steamy excerpt... Lina Riley, an inspiring leader of her software development company, is a lady of many strengths and one weakness. A skillful business negotiator, she pays the price of her success with long working hours and a bad smoking habit. It is the one battle this powerful woman just cannot seem to win. To the world, Thomas Jett seems like the poster boy for nice, respectable guys. A talented programmer and a well-liked colleague, Jett does a good job hiding his secret. Little does anyone know about his dark, lustful side and intense domination urges. Lina has been his weakness and obsession ever since he first stepped into her office for a job interview. He also may be the right man to help her be stronger. Thomas offers Lina a way to get over her addiction... but she'll have to fully submit to his authority. Could a woman like Lina surrender to her desires in the hands of a much younger man? Is she strong enough to give him her submission? Does Thomas have ulterior motives? How long can they stay on the edge before someone gets hurt?
.....
I felt like someone had lifted the burden of the entire week from my shoulders. My mind was overfilled with emotions raging from relief to lust. Shame had no chance to creep in, but how could I put it all into words when my own body still dominated me, demanding release from the fire of my lust?
I hadn't realized my vision was blurred with tears until Thomas brushed his thumb below my eyelid and wiped them away. He stroked my cheek with a sympathetic expression and whispered,
“There's no need to say anything, Lina. You'll figure it out in the process. Just allow yourself to feel now.”
As if I had a choice. Feeling was all I could do. Every small brush over my skin triggered fire straight to my pussy; every whisper of his calm voice caressed my body like both feather and whip.
“Please, I...”
The switch flipped and Thomas’s personality shifted from kind to sadistic without warning. He tugged the leash and moved toward the staircase while I was still down on my knees.
“It's time we went upstairs for our training session, pet.”
I tried to get to my feet but Thomas shook his head, tutted and put a hand on my shoulder. He pushed me back to a kneeling position and spoke with a wicked grin.
“No, Lina, I want you to get in the mindset of what it's like to be a sub. Crawl for me, my pet and trust me to lead you.”
“This is demeaning.” I whimpered in weak protest.
He didn't say a word and kept walking, tugging my leash carefully. I didn’t have much of a choice except to do as Thomas commanded. Crawling on the staircase after my self-proclaimed Master on a tight leash was one of the most surreal experiences I’d ever had. My pride wept at the debasement but the sensations were riveting. He was walking without any sign of hesitation in his steps, and every once in a while he muttered what a good pet I was. Those words made my long suffering body and mind feel elated, as if I were floating during the act of surrender.
The next day, my flesh would be sore and stretched but today I was getting further past my inhibitions than ever. I felt brave, adventurous and too aroused to analyze the situation. All I could think at the top of the staircase was how my nipples were as heavy and filled with blood as if he’d restrained them with clamps.
Thomas led me into the kitchen and let my leash drop to the floor as soon as we reached the big round table. The room was so different to the peaceful, sunlit place I remembered from our discussion last Saturday. He had turned the lights off and everything was clouded by the soft velvet embrace of twilight. The only sources of illumination were two tall candlesticks whose small flames cast shadows over my face.
I had been too shocked to notice any small details last week but at that moment, all my senses were heightened. The fragrance of aromatic wax, probably cinnamon, made me tingle with expectation of the surprises Thomas had prepared for me. I closed my eyes to let the anticipation fully sink in and take control of me. Thus, I failed to notice the other objects on the table and yelped in surprise at the familiar bite of the clamps on my already engorged nipples.
“I remember you loved them.” Thomas laughed at my panic and slapped my ass playfully when he’d finished adjusting the clamps on my breasts. “Up on your feet now, pet.” He handed me a hair tie once I opened my eyes. “For the next part, tie your hair as tightly as possible. It would be in the way for what I have in mind. Bend over the table. Place your hands palms down next to your head. Spread your legs as wide as you can. I need full access to your pussy.”
“How long do I have to wait?” I moaned while I was tying my hair in a messy bun with shaking hands. The pain in my heaving breasts was the final straw, pulling me into an almost hallucinating state of arousal. “Thomas... Sir... I can't last. I need you so badly. I'm in so much pain. Please, spare me.”
“So do I, my pet.” He was hovering over me. He had taken off his pants and underwear and the tip of his throbbing cock nearly pressed against my ass cheek. Thomas was holding himself by the shaft and staring at me with intensity. “The week wasn't easy for me either.”
My skin was burning brighter than the flames of the candles lighting up my exposed, dripping flesh. This time, he didn't use any bondage on me save for the symbolic leash, but his steely willpower had me fully restrained. One look and an order with his calm voice and my body turned into a mess of pent-up lust.
A week of holding back added up as well.
“I'm scared,” I whispered, and in response, Thomas pressed my shoulder harder against the table.
“I know. Don't move an inch. If you change your position even slightly, the next step would be to have you wear a chastity belt for the next week.” The firm dungeon dominant had returned. The seriousness of his threat took its toll on my feverish brain.
“Yes, Master. Just, please, hurry up. I'm dying,” I whispered in a small voice, without recognizing myself...
.....
What a compelling extract - this book sounds HOT! Grab your copy on June 30th right here:
http://myBook.to/UnorthodoxTherapy
Have a sexy week,
Felicity Brandon
June 14, 2016
Get scandalous, get reading and WIN!
Hello and welcome to an exciting post about the Scandalous Summer Reads event, happening TODAY!!
You can STUFF YOUR E-READER with Scandalous Summer Reads and grab 30+ FREE books and $0.99 BARGAIN reads.
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Enter the giveaway here: http://christinamandara.com/giveaways...
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Contest ends June 25, 2016. Winner will be notified on June 26, 2016.
*** By entering this competition contestants agree to subscribe to the
Scandalous Summer Reads newsletter and further giveaways from CPM Books ***
Good luck and happy reading!
Felicity Brandon
You can STUFF YOUR E-READER with Scandalous Summer Reads and grab 30+ FREE books and $0.99 BARGAIN reads.
Grab your books right now! http://scandalousreads.wix.com/index
Plus it's also your last chance to WIN a $150 Amazon Gift Card!
To win just answer one simple question when you enter the giveaway. You can increase your chances of winning by sharing about the giveaway on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest or Linked In.
Enter the giveaway here: http://christinamandara.com/giveaways...
No purchase necessary to win. Void where prohibited.
Contest ends June 25, 2016. Winner will be notified on June 26, 2016.
*** By entering this competition contestants agree to subscribe to the
Scandalous Summer Reads newsletter and further giveaways from CPM Books ***
Good luck and happy reading!
Felicity Brandon
May 25, 2016
Scarlett Flame joins us...
Happy hump day!
This week the Brandon blog hosts the talented Scarlett Flame and her new release,
The Prophecy Unfolds!
To whet your appetite, here's the blub...
For Alex, this was supposed to be a fresh start.
New job, new part of the country.
But she got much more than she bargained for.
As she travelled through the Snowdonian National park, with its remote villages and Wales’ highest mountains, she stops to eat a bite to eat.
There she is kidnapped by three strangers, and transported to the Dystopian, Steampunk world of Syros.
A world of dragons, magic and werewolves.
Where science fiction meets science fact.
This is only the beginning of an epic urban fantasy, and the fulfilment of a prophecy over 200 years old.
Will she survive on a planet where three factions battle for dominance.
Book One of the series Dragon Queen is now available from from Amazon and FREE to read with KindleUnlimited!
Pre-order the book here: http://authl.it/B01DQ20D28:
UK countdown deal for Prophecy:
99p from 20th - 24th May
US countdown deal for Prophecy:
May 23rd – May 30th is $1.99
Now read the awesome excerpt and get ready for the Prophency to unfold before you...
Finally, my life was getting back on track following a worrisome number of months.
I had had a great deal of trouble sleeping of late as I had been constantly disturbed by dreams I can only describe as nightmares!
These dreams always included the same shadowy characters with obscure faces. The one recurring theme being, I became intimate with each one of them. To say this wasn't in my usual nature would be an understatement.
In all my relationships I had always been monogamous. A fundamentally one-man-girl, who wouldn't dream of being unfaithful. Perhaps, because of this, these dreams proved very disturbing and included sexual acts I'd heard of, but would never think of taking part in. Little did I suspect that these dreams would prove to be the precursor to an amazing series of adventures
This story proper, began one day driving through the glorious Welsh countryside on my way to check out accommodation procured in anticipation of my move. This would act as a base to work from Monday to Friday, at my new job
Previously I had worked in a general hospital close to my family home in Manchester. But wanted to spread my wings after ending a long term relationship with my childhood sweetheart, Paul.
I realised that I now needed space to develop new friendships and put my love life on the back burner. My career would become my first priority. So, this became part of that plan. My new contract as a Children's Nurse for an Agency in a hospital not far from Bangor in North Wales which meant relocating.
On that day I drove through the Snowdonia National Park where pine trees crowded either side of the road. I spotted a little picnic area to one side, flanked by a small car park. It was a beautiful sunny day and as I had brought along a packed lunch therefore I parked up to take advantage of the sunny weather. As I parked I realised mine was the only car there, but thought no more about it. I had no problem eating here at the edge of the forest.
I retrieved my sandwich, carton of orange and my book and wandered over to the farthest table. From here it was possible to watch the squirrels and birds as they searched amongst the bins for crumbs.
I'd sat there enjoying my book for about ten minutes when two things happened. First, I became aware that a hush had descended in a flash in the forest. I no longer heard the scampering of the squirrels or the birds singing. When I looked up I couldn’t see any of them around the area they had occupied only a few minutes earlier.
The second thing was a sound that I could only compare to that of the sound barrier being broken. A whoosh, bang and a slight popping noise. Yet an instant after, the birds and squirrels returned, chirping and moving through the grass as before.
I shrugged, went back to the page in my book and continued to eat. However, after a while a sense of uneasiness descended over me. I raised my head to find myself being spied upon.
The watcher, a tall broad -shouldered man with dirty blond hair tied at the nape. His eyes the most vivid blue I had ever beheld. I estimated him to be about twenty-five to thirty years old. He regarded me with silent intensity. His odd clothing caught my eye. Old fashioned garments, dark trousers laced up the front, a long-sleeved suede jacket of a similar material, and leather boots
I turned my head to check for any cars or vans on the car park and jumped as I spotted two more men. One to my left and another I saw in my peripheral vision to the right. The man on the left appeared to be dressed similar to the first, but with sandy hair and sea-green eyes.
In contrast, he wasn't quite as broad, although equally tall. All three men appeared over six feet tall. The last wore dark hair to his shoulders that hung loose, and I saw the most amazing violet eyes .
The appearance of these men with no noise, and staring at me in rapt fascination not uttering a word, spooked me. My heart began beating so loud and fast I thought that I was having some kind of heart attack.
But the most unnerving thing of all was all three men appeared familiar, a déjà vu sort of moment. I’d dreamt about these three men for so long. I knew at once these were the shady characters from my dreams. Dreams that time after time had haunted my sleep over the last year.
I decided that sitting still was stupid, so made a grab for my bag and shot through to the right as I ran toward one of the many footpaths I’d spotted earlier.
My flight or fight response gave me swift feet, (or so I thought), but obviously not swift enough. Before I got ten yards down the path two of the three had already moved, appearing in front of me. Shifting so fast I could hardly believe my eyes. I turned to head back to where I'd come from. Hoping to make it back to my car.
Fate once again took charge as I ran straight into the third man, the blond. It was like running into a brick wall, as he ensnared me in his solid muscular arms. My heart stuttered, and I felt the zing of an electric current pass through my body. I never claimed to be a particularly brave person, and I hyperventilated, gasping. As I endeavoured to catch my breath.
One of them began to stroke my hair, saying “Calm down Alex, calm down. Breathe slowly we won't hurt you.” but, at that point my knees gave way and I collapsed into darkness, terrified.
How did that man know my name was Alex?
I came to, lay on a huge bed in a strange bedroom – the biggest bed I'd ever seen. Enormous! All that came to mind was a little rhyme my granddad used to sing “Ten in the bed and the little one said roll over” it was so big. The other thing I noticed, was the odd lighting. The fixtures resembled gas lamps of some sort, but were giving off normal light. Candles set either side of the bed were obviously not there as a decoration as they were all burnt down with use. How strange everything appeared.
Sat on the bed next to me, to my right was the sandy haired man. To my left the one with dark hair while stood at the end of the bed was the blond. I stared in agitation from one to the other and I panicked. Terrified, I speculated wildly What do they want with me, and where am I? I became frantic and tried to escape to the top of the bed. As far away as possible from my captors.
The sandy haired man handed me a glass of water but I was too frightened to drink it,
What if it was drugged? I thought in shock.
The blond began to speak in a soft distinct voice. He introduced himself as Aston, pointed to the sandy haired man indicating that his name was Leon. Finally, nodding to my left and said “Vanda”. Each gave me a slight nod, but I still couldn't respond.
Where the hell had they brought me to, and why? How on earth did they know my name was Alex?
They continued to stare as if fascinated by me and my thoughts once again became chaotic.
I think Aston realised I wasn't getting any calmer but quite the reverse. As I was now shaking so violently my teeth chattered. He spoke again in a slow clear voice , in such a strange accent I considered might be European. Yet his words were clear and concise.
“Alex, you need to calm down and sip some of the water. None of us will harm you. We could never harm you, but quite the reverse. Our intent is to take care of you and protect you from now on.”
Oh oh, that was the wrong thing to say. Now, In my head I was thinking What! and I assumed that I had been kidnapped by some foreign gang and about to be abused by them all. Not good at all. I wildly speculated.
Vanda then began to speak, “Look at me Alex, focus on me”
I turned and gazed into those beautiful violet eyes and became powerless to turn away. Mesmerised as if set in stone I slowly began to relax. My breathing more even. Yet unable to comprehend why this was happening. Wanting to look away, my body not capable of cooperating. I remained transfixed.
Aston spoke again. ”We are not on your earth any more Alex. We are on a planet called Syros in a galaxy far from yours. Do you remember a strange popping noise? Well, that was a portal opening from our planet to yours. It acts as kind of wormhole through space so we can move with ease from our universe to yours. We have been visiting your planet for millennia.”
Oh God. I thought, Now I'm in an episode of Star Wars. This can't be happening to me.
........
I'm going to be on holidays at the end of May and will return in the middle of June - until then - keep reading and stay naughty!
Felicity Brandon
This week the Brandon blog hosts the talented Scarlett Flame and her new release,
The Prophecy Unfolds!
To whet your appetite, here's the blub...
For Alex, this was supposed to be a fresh start.
New job, new part of the country.
But she got much more than she bargained for.
As she travelled through the Snowdonian National park, with its remote villages and Wales’ highest mountains, she stops to eat a bite to eat.
There she is kidnapped by three strangers, and transported to the Dystopian, Steampunk world of Syros.
A world of dragons, magic and werewolves.
Where science fiction meets science fact.
This is only the beginning of an epic urban fantasy, and the fulfilment of a prophecy over 200 years old.
Will she survive on a planet where three factions battle for dominance.
Book One of the series Dragon Queen is now available from from Amazon and FREE to read with KindleUnlimited!
Pre-order the book here: http://authl.it/B01DQ20D28:
UK countdown deal for Prophecy:
99p from 20th - 24th May
US countdown deal for Prophecy:
May 23rd – May 30th is $1.99
Now read the awesome excerpt and get ready for the Prophency to unfold before you...
Finally, my life was getting back on track following a worrisome number of months.
I had had a great deal of trouble sleeping of late as I had been constantly disturbed by dreams I can only describe as nightmares!
These dreams always included the same shadowy characters with obscure faces. The one recurring theme being, I became intimate with each one of them. To say this wasn't in my usual nature would be an understatement.
In all my relationships I had always been monogamous. A fundamentally one-man-girl, who wouldn't dream of being unfaithful. Perhaps, because of this, these dreams proved very disturbing and included sexual acts I'd heard of, but would never think of taking part in. Little did I suspect that these dreams would prove to be the precursor to an amazing series of adventures
This story proper, began one day driving through the glorious Welsh countryside on my way to check out accommodation procured in anticipation of my move. This would act as a base to work from Monday to Friday, at my new job
Previously I had worked in a general hospital close to my family home in Manchester. But wanted to spread my wings after ending a long term relationship with my childhood sweetheart, Paul.
I realised that I now needed space to develop new friendships and put my love life on the back burner. My career would become my first priority. So, this became part of that plan. My new contract as a Children's Nurse for an Agency in a hospital not far from Bangor in North Wales which meant relocating.
On that day I drove through the Snowdonia National Park where pine trees crowded either side of the road. I spotted a little picnic area to one side, flanked by a small car park. It was a beautiful sunny day and as I had brought along a packed lunch therefore I parked up to take advantage of the sunny weather. As I parked I realised mine was the only car there, but thought no more about it. I had no problem eating here at the edge of the forest.
I retrieved my sandwich, carton of orange and my book and wandered over to the farthest table. From here it was possible to watch the squirrels and birds as they searched amongst the bins for crumbs.
I'd sat there enjoying my book for about ten minutes when two things happened. First, I became aware that a hush had descended in a flash in the forest. I no longer heard the scampering of the squirrels or the birds singing. When I looked up I couldn’t see any of them around the area they had occupied only a few minutes earlier.
The second thing was a sound that I could only compare to that of the sound barrier being broken. A whoosh, bang and a slight popping noise. Yet an instant after, the birds and squirrels returned, chirping and moving through the grass as before.
I shrugged, went back to the page in my book and continued to eat. However, after a while a sense of uneasiness descended over me. I raised my head to find myself being spied upon.
The watcher, a tall broad -shouldered man with dirty blond hair tied at the nape. His eyes the most vivid blue I had ever beheld. I estimated him to be about twenty-five to thirty years old. He regarded me with silent intensity. His odd clothing caught my eye. Old fashioned garments, dark trousers laced up the front, a long-sleeved suede jacket of a similar material, and leather boots
I turned my head to check for any cars or vans on the car park and jumped as I spotted two more men. One to my left and another I saw in my peripheral vision to the right. The man on the left appeared to be dressed similar to the first, but with sandy hair and sea-green eyes.
In contrast, he wasn't quite as broad, although equally tall. All three men appeared over six feet tall. The last wore dark hair to his shoulders that hung loose, and I saw the most amazing violet eyes .
The appearance of these men with no noise, and staring at me in rapt fascination not uttering a word, spooked me. My heart began beating so loud and fast I thought that I was having some kind of heart attack.
But the most unnerving thing of all was all three men appeared familiar, a déjà vu sort of moment. I’d dreamt about these three men for so long. I knew at once these were the shady characters from my dreams. Dreams that time after time had haunted my sleep over the last year.
I decided that sitting still was stupid, so made a grab for my bag and shot through to the right as I ran toward one of the many footpaths I’d spotted earlier.
My flight or fight response gave me swift feet, (or so I thought), but obviously not swift enough. Before I got ten yards down the path two of the three had already moved, appearing in front of me. Shifting so fast I could hardly believe my eyes. I turned to head back to where I'd come from. Hoping to make it back to my car.
Fate once again took charge as I ran straight into the third man, the blond. It was like running into a brick wall, as he ensnared me in his solid muscular arms. My heart stuttered, and I felt the zing of an electric current pass through my body. I never claimed to be a particularly brave person, and I hyperventilated, gasping. As I endeavoured to catch my breath.
One of them began to stroke my hair, saying “Calm down Alex, calm down. Breathe slowly we won't hurt you.” but, at that point my knees gave way and I collapsed into darkness, terrified.
How did that man know my name was Alex?
I came to, lay on a huge bed in a strange bedroom – the biggest bed I'd ever seen. Enormous! All that came to mind was a little rhyme my granddad used to sing “Ten in the bed and the little one said roll over” it was so big. The other thing I noticed, was the odd lighting. The fixtures resembled gas lamps of some sort, but were giving off normal light. Candles set either side of the bed were obviously not there as a decoration as they were all burnt down with use. How strange everything appeared.
Sat on the bed next to me, to my right was the sandy haired man. To my left the one with dark hair while stood at the end of the bed was the blond. I stared in agitation from one to the other and I panicked. Terrified, I speculated wildly What do they want with me, and where am I? I became frantic and tried to escape to the top of the bed. As far away as possible from my captors.
The sandy haired man handed me a glass of water but I was too frightened to drink it,
What if it was drugged? I thought in shock.
The blond began to speak in a soft distinct voice. He introduced himself as Aston, pointed to the sandy haired man indicating that his name was Leon. Finally, nodding to my left and said “Vanda”. Each gave me a slight nod, but I still couldn't respond.
Where the hell had they brought me to, and why? How on earth did they know my name was Alex?
They continued to stare as if fascinated by me and my thoughts once again became chaotic.
I think Aston realised I wasn't getting any calmer but quite the reverse. As I was now shaking so violently my teeth chattered. He spoke again in a slow clear voice , in such a strange accent I considered might be European. Yet his words were clear and concise.
“Alex, you need to calm down and sip some of the water. None of us will harm you. We could never harm you, but quite the reverse. Our intent is to take care of you and protect you from now on.”
Oh oh, that was the wrong thing to say. Now, In my head I was thinking What! and I assumed that I had been kidnapped by some foreign gang and about to be abused by them all. Not good at all. I wildly speculated.
Vanda then began to speak, “Look at me Alex, focus on me”
I turned and gazed into those beautiful violet eyes and became powerless to turn away. Mesmerised as if set in stone I slowly began to relax. My breathing more even. Yet unable to comprehend why this was happening. Wanting to look away, my body not capable of cooperating. I remained transfixed.
Aston spoke again. ”We are not on your earth any more Alex. We are on a planet called Syros in a galaxy far from yours. Do you remember a strange popping noise? Well, that was a portal opening from our planet to yours. It acts as kind of wormhole through space so we can move with ease from our universe to yours. We have been visiting your planet for millennia.”
Oh God. I thought, Now I'm in an episode of Star Wars. This can't be happening to me.
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I'm going to be on holidays at the end of May and will return in the middle of June - until then - keep reading and stay naughty!
Felicity Brandon
May 18, 2016
A taste of what's to come...
Happy hump day - I bring you exciting news! The writing process is almost over and my current work in progress is nearly in the can. It's a new endeavour for me, but writing historical erotic romance has been an absolute blast! The new book is set in what we would now call 800 's Britain and sees our heroine, lady Aurelie, captured by the Nordic invaders...
For the first time in an age, I am able to bring you a sexy snippet from the upcoming novel! At this stage the work is still unedited and therefore is subject to change, but I am genuinely interested in your feedback - so please - read and comment! Let me know what you think!
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He lays down, stretching out his long limbs and places his hands behind his head. Assessing me, he smiles and then excruciatingly his eyes trace every single inch of my exposed and naked body. I am now fully on display for him, with very little movement of my own and no hope of preventing him from touching me. I gulp at my vulnerability; terrified and thrilled in equal measure.
“So Aurelie, now I truly have you.”
His voice is deep, dark and measured. I breathe hard as he eyes me, those eyes loaded with delicious yet no doubt wicked intent. I say nothing, unable to deny his claim and yet too afraid to acknowledge it. With lightning fast speed he shifts, crawling across the short distance to where I am bound. I hold my breath, watching him approach until his face is in line with my trembling midriff. Here he pauses, his lips less than an inch from my skin and looks up at me. Those big, blue eyes burn into my face, every fibre of my body begging the question: What will he do next?
Slowly and without taking his eyes from my own transfixed orbs, he rises to a kneeling position. His hot breath caresses my breasts; my beading nipples desperate for his attention. I pull against my binds in some futile attempt to move, but in reality I wonder if it is not the binds now supporting, rather than confining me.
“How is my captive?” he says, his eyes lowering down from my flushing face to my chest.
I pant, my throat drying as I watch him, knowing full well that he is tantalising me on purpose and yet still eager for his attention.
“Well?” he says, one blonde eyebrow raising.
His tone has changed ever so slightly. Something edgier lies in there now and it’s just enough for me to find my voice.
“I cannot say, my Lofðungr…” I reply, my voice a husky whisper as I contemplate his hot mouth burning against my aching breasts.
He looks surprised by my answer, straightening his body so that his face now reaches my collar bones.
“Really, Aurelie?” he asks quizzically.
He leans towards me and places three, chaste kisses on my hot skin just north of my right breast. I watch him, mouth open, unable to articulate the way he is making me feel.
“Yes, I…” I begin as he shifts to my left side and caresses my skin with his lips again. “My feelings are… Unexpected.”
I do not know if it is right to convey such honesty to a man who has taken me prisoner and enjoys humiliating me, and yet he has also shown me care and kindness, and without him I am certain Magnus would have slain me in the battle earlier.
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, toward 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…”
I just about force the words from my lips, praying to all the gods that this will be enough for him. His lips turn into a smile at my admission and the knot of anxious arousal in my belly twists.
Copyright, Felicity Brandon, 2016.
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Thanks for reading - I'm off to the editing chamber!
Felicity Brandon
For the first time in an age, I am able to bring you a sexy snippet from the upcoming novel! At this stage the work is still unedited and therefore is subject to change, but I am genuinely interested in your feedback - so please - read and comment! Let me know what you think!
.............
He lays down, stretching out his long limbs and places his hands behind his head. Assessing me, he smiles and then excruciatingly his eyes trace every single inch of my exposed and naked body. I am now fully on display for him, with very little movement of my own and no hope of preventing him from touching me. I gulp at my vulnerability; terrified and thrilled in equal measure.
“So Aurelie, now I truly have you.”
His voice is deep, dark and measured. I breathe hard as he eyes me, those eyes loaded with delicious yet no doubt wicked intent. I say nothing, unable to deny his claim and yet too afraid to acknowledge it. With lightning fast speed he shifts, crawling across the short distance to where I am bound. I hold my breath, watching him approach until his face is in line with my trembling midriff. Here he pauses, his lips less than an inch from my skin and looks up at me. Those big, blue eyes burn into my face, every fibre of my body begging the question: What will he do next?
Slowly and without taking his eyes from my own transfixed orbs, he rises to a kneeling position. His hot breath caresses my breasts; my beading nipples desperate for his attention. I pull against my binds in some futile attempt to move, but in reality I wonder if it is not the binds now supporting, rather than confining me.
“How is my captive?” he says, his eyes lowering down from my flushing face to my chest.
I pant, my throat drying as I watch him, knowing full well that he is tantalising me on purpose and yet still eager for his attention.
“Well?” he says, one blonde eyebrow raising.
His tone has changed ever so slightly. Something edgier lies in there now and it’s just enough for me to find my voice.
“I cannot say, my Lofðungr…” I reply, my voice a husky whisper as I contemplate his hot mouth burning against my aching breasts.
He looks surprised by my answer, straightening his body so that his face now reaches my collar bones.
“Really, Aurelie?” he asks quizzically.
He leans towards me and places three, chaste kisses on my hot skin just north of my right breast. I watch him, mouth open, unable to articulate the way he is making me feel.
“Yes, I…” I begin as he shifts to my left side and caresses my skin with his lips again. “My feelings are… Unexpected.”
I do not know if it is right to convey such honesty to a man who has taken me prisoner and enjoys humiliating me, and yet he has also shown me care and kindness, and without him I am certain Magnus would have slain me in the battle earlier.
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, toward 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…”
I just about force the words from my lips, praying to all the gods that this will be enough for him. His lips turn into a smile at my admission and the knot of anxious arousal in my belly twists.
Copyright, Felicity Brandon, 2016.
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Thanks for reading - I'm off to the editing chamber!
Felicity Brandon
May 11, 2016
Scandalous Summer Reads Giveaway & Download Day!
Hello and happy hump day!
I am proud to be part of this forthcoming Scandalous Summer Reads Giveaway & Download Day! If you're an author of hot and steamy stories and fancy getting on board, then check out the below and join us! (Thanks to C.P. Mandara for providing the copy for this sign-up!)
#AUTHORS! Do you have a $0.99 or freebie ebook that you want downloaded? Then join Scandalous Summer Reads! We're offering you the chance to get your erotic / erotica / BDSM or steamy romance book in front of hundreds of readers!
Entry costs just $5 (payable via PayPal & which will be used solely for the purposes of the grand giveaway. We will be using KingSumo to host the giveaway which should hopefully promote viral sharing :) )
Get your book downloaded and your name on the map!
We will accept freebies and $0.99 bargain ebooks available via Amazon, InstaFreebie, iBooks, Google Play, Nook or Barnes&Noble. One book per author.
Hurry - just thirty spots available! -- The giveaway will be shared with over 150,000 twitter, Facebook and pinterest followers.
If you're interested then please sign up here:
https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1i_L4... Participation ends in a couple of days so sign up now!
** All participating authors will be required to share via their newsletters, Facebook or Twitter to ensure a successful campaign. Downloads can not be guaranteed. **
Until next time,
Felicity Brandon
I am proud to be part of this forthcoming Scandalous Summer Reads Giveaway & Download Day! If you're an author of hot and steamy stories and fancy getting on board, then check out the below and join us! (Thanks to C.P. Mandara for providing the copy for this sign-up!)
#AUTHORS! Do you have a $0.99 or freebie ebook that you want downloaded? Then join Scandalous Summer Reads! We're offering you the chance to get your erotic / erotica / BDSM or steamy romance book in front of hundreds of readers!
Entry costs just $5 (payable via PayPal & which will be used solely for the purposes of the grand giveaway. We will be using KingSumo to host the giveaway which should hopefully promote viral sharing :) )
Get your book downloaded and your name on the map!
We will accept freebies and $0.99 bargain ebooks available via Amazon, InstaFreebie, iBooks, Google Play, Nook or Barnes&Noble. One book per author.
Hurry - just thirty spots available! -- The giveaway will be shared with over 150,000 twitter, Facebook and pinterest followers.
If you're interested then please sign up here:
https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1i_L4... Participation ends in a couple of days so sign up now!
** All participating authors will be required to share via their newsletters, Facebook or Twitter to ensure a successful campaign. Downloads can not be guaranteed. **
Until next time,
Felicity Brandon
May 3, 2016
Reaching a satisfying climax - how much does the HEA matter?
Hello and welcome to a special edition of the Brandon blog! This piece was originally posted at
Shelby Kent-Stewart's blog, and the response has been phenomenal - but I STILL need your opinions! Please feel free to comment here or at Shelby's blog: https://shelbykentstewart.com/the-end...
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I have been meaning to write this post for some time, and now that my current work in progress is drawing to its intense conclusion, I figure it’s now or never. The question of my novel’s ending is becoming a crucial one. I have my two leading protagonists at a critical juncture in the plot and now I must decide how their story finishes.
What’s that you say? Surely this is the easy part? Surely you have the plot all neatly planned out and know exactly where their palpable tension will see them end? Well – no actually. I don’t work that way and never have. I never know how the narrative will resolve itself until the characters tell me during the writing process. Perhaps this is odd? I have no idea, but I am fine with it – the issue arises not with what the ending is, but about which sort of ending I should pen.
In the erotic romance genre I hear a lot about the elusive ‘happy ever after’ (HEA) ending and I get the impression that this is what many readers want and expect. I can understand that to a point – I like a happy ending too – so long as the plot seems plausible to me. Sometimes I am reading a great book, full of conflict, passion and hot sex and I find myself being crushed by the ‘they ride off into the sunset’ type ending, which appears to come out of nowhere and not fit with the rest of the story at all!
So far I have found it difficult to pen the mysterious HEA. The best I have managed are ‘happy for now’ (HFN) conclusions, which seem to have better served my plots and the needs of my characters. I have to say I have never received negative feedback from my readers about my HFN’s, but still I wonder – should I try to create the HEA? Is it important? Does it make a difference to how a reader receives the book overall?
I have been around this track a few times in my head and have yet to make a decision, and so I throw it open to you all! Readers, writers, publishers, please tell me your opinions! Does the HEA matter? Is it a deal-breaker for you or does it depend entirely upon the context of the plotline and your expectations about what will happen to the characters after the book has concluded? I have read (and believe) that the beginning and the end of a story are the most critical components. Getting the ending right is important in any novel and my own brand of BDSM erotic romance is no exception to this rule. I am happy to hear to all views on the subject and if my own characters are listening then – who knows – maybe your opinions will help to mould the ending of my next novel…
Until next time,
Shelby Kent-Stewart's blog, and the response has been phenomenal - but I STILL need your opinions! Please feel free to comment here or at Shelby's blog: https://shelbykentstewart.com/the-end..........
I have been meaning to write this post for some time, and now that my current work in progress is drawing to its intense conclusion, I figure it’s now or never. The question of my novel’s ending is becoming a crucial one. I have my two leading protagonists at a critical juncture in the plot and now I must decide how their story finishes.
What’s that you say? Surely this is the easy part? Surely you have the plot all neatly planned out and know exactly where their palpable tension will see them end? Well – no actually. I don’t work that way and never have. I never know how the narrative will resolve itself until the characters tell me during the writing process. Perhaps this is odd? I have no idea, but I am fine with it – the issue arises not with what the ending is, but about which sort of ending I should pen.
In the erotic romance genre I hear a lot about the elusive ‘happy ever after’ (HEA) ending and I get the impression that this is what many readers want and expect. I can understand that to a point – I like a happy ending too – so long as the plot seems plausible to me. Sometimes I am reading a great book, full of conflict, passion and hot sex and I find myself being crushed by the ‘they ride off into the sunset’ type ending, which appears to come out of nowhere and not fit with the rest of the story at all!
So far I have found it difficult to pen the mysterious HEA. The best I have managed are ‘happy for now’ (HFN) conclusions, which seem to have better served my plots and the needs of my characters. I have to say I have never received negative feedback from my readers about my HFN’s, but still I wonder – should I try to create the HEA? Is it important? Does it make a difference to how a reader receives the book overall?
I have been around this track a few times in my head and have yet to make a decision, and so I throw it open to you all! Readers, writers, publishers, please tell me your opinions! Does the HEA matter? Is it a deal-breaker for you or does it depend entirely upon the context of the plotline and your expectations about what will happen to the characters after the book has concluded? I have read (and believe) that the beginning and the end of a story are the most critical components. Getting the ending right is important in any novel and my own brand of BDSM erotic romance is no exception to this rule. I am happy to hear to all views on the subject and if my own characters are listening then – who knows – maybe your opinions will help to mould the ending of my next novel…
Until next time,
April 29, 2016
The Parlour, VDB 1... Searing new dark erotic romance!
Here's a special edition of the Brandon blog to shout about the release of "The Parlour, VDB 1" by the talented Charlotte E Hart!
This book looks riveting and HAWT! Check out the blurb below:
....
Above all else Pascal Van Der Braack is a gentleman. Devastatingly debonair and seductively charming. Always styled and perfected.
He is also a cad, scoundrel, rogue and kink empire founder.
Tutored in the highest of society, having been born of royalty only to deny it, he found his solace in a world where rules need not apply. Where he chooses to ensure rules and duty do not apply.
Some call him Sir, others call him Master and no one would dare risk his wrath unless they required the punishment he favourably delivers. No one except one, who has just strapped a collar around his throat. One he asked for. Now he needs to appropriate his businesses correctly for peace to ensue. He needs to find the correct path forward for everyone concerned, so he can relax, enjoy, and finally hand over the responsibility to someone else.
Simple.
But where comfort and a safety of sorts once dwelt, there is now uncertainty, and a feeling of longing he no longer understands. A need unfulfilled. As problems arise and allies scheme, he finds himself searching for answers in the most unlikely of places.
Lilah
It’s the same every day. I found it odd at first but I’m used to it now. I was so tired and weak when I got here that it was helpful really. That small woman comes in to help me wash and get dressed. I don’t know where the clothes come from, but they’re nice enough, and at least they’re clean and dry. Not like the rags I arrived in. They were taken from me the moment I took them off to get into the shower, the first shower I’d had in god knows how long. For nearly a year, I’d been running the streets. A year without a real bed or a home of any sort. There isn’t a long and awful story to tell about an abusive family member or a broken home. I suppose I just slipped through the cracks and got lost at some point. I lost my job first, then I couldn’t afford the bills or my apartment, so the landlord threw me out. I don’t blame him, he did the right thing for himself. And then it was just a long and never-ending road to nothingness.
So, now I’m here, wherever here is.
And I don’t know why…
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Grab your copy right here:
LINKS
GoodReads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...
Amazon UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01EFRN1JU
Amazon US http://amzn.com/B01EFRN1JU
Now for the incredible excerpt...
Lilah's POV:
VDB1 all © Charlotte E Hart
"You will not hoist me anywhere, you will carry on with our conver ...."
The speed of his strides across to me has my feet retreating at the very real possibility of being hoisted.
"I will, my dear, and I shall enjoy the privilege greatly," he says, circling my frame and smacking my arse in the process. My body scoots forward again and is stopped only by his arm wrapping around my waist, drawing me back to his warm body. "You should be careful with your tone around such an enticement, hmm? Perhaps we should fuck here rather than in front of Him, hmm? Does the thought make you so nervous?" My frame immediately stills in his arms. "Ahh, you did not realise my plot." No, I did not. "Mmm," he muses, breathing into my neck and dragging his tongue across the soft spot behind my ear. Tingles instantly start to collapse my aim for 'in control' at the very thought of his lips. "Should you still require access to my innards, Lilah, you shall have to ask him."
"For what?"
"To teach you to take them from me, of course. That is what you wanted, hmm?"
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Charlotte is a dark erotic romance/suspense author living in the heart of the Shropshire countryside in Great Britain. She’s lived all across the United Kingdom due to her previous employment as an Event manager but finally settled in a small town that still reeks of old school England.
Her love of reading started in college, but the call to writing came much later in life, when she finally had the chance to put pen to paper for the first time. Writing has become a revolution for the soul and she cherishes every second that she’s sitting at the laptop tapping her way into a new character.
When not writing she enjoys socialising with close friends and travelling to all the major cities across the globe. Travel has always been a constant companion to reading throughout her life and only increases her thirst for stimulation.
With the release of The White Trilogy, she intends to spend the next year enjoying every element of being a published author and learning as much as she can. She also very much looks forward to hopefully meeting some fans at some point.
FACEBOOK https://www.facebook.com/CharlotteEHa...
@CharlotteEHart1 https://twitter.com/CharlotteEHart1
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Enjoy your weekend and keep reading!
Felicity Brandon
This book looks riveting and HAWT! Check out the blurb below:
....
Above all else Pascal Van Der Braack is a gentleman. Devastatingly debonair and seductively charming. Always styled and perfected.
He is also a cad, scoundrel, rogue and kink empire founder.
Tutored in the highest of society, having been born of royalty only to deny it, he found his solace in a world where rules need not apply. Where he chooses to ensure rules and duty do not apply.
Some call him Sir, others call him Master and no one would dare risk his wrath unless they required the punishment he favourably delivers. No one except one, who has just strapped a collar around his throat. One he asked for. Now he needs to appropriate his businesses correctly for peace to ensue. He needs to find the correct path forward for everyone concerned, so he can relax, enjoy, and finally hand over the responsibility to someone else.
Simple.
But where comfort and a safety of sorts once dwelt, there is now uncertainty, and a feeling of longing he no longer understands. A need unfulfilled. As problems arise and allies scheme, he finds himself searching for answers in the most unlikely of places.
Lilah
It’s the same every day. I found it odd at first but I’m used to it now. I was so tired and weak when I got here that it was helpful really. That small woman comes in to help me wash and get dressed. I don’t know where the clothes come from, but they’re nice enough, and at least they’re clean and dry. Not like the rags I arrived in. They were taken from me the moment I took them off to get into the shower, the first shower I’d had in god knows how long. For nearly a year, I’d been running the streets. A year without a real bed or a home of any sort. There isn’t a long and awful story to tell about an abusive family member or a broken home. I suppose I just slipped through the cracks and got lost at some point. I lost my job first, then I couldn’t afford the bills or my apartment, so the landlord threw me out. I don’t blame him, he did the right thing for himself. And then it was just a long and never-ending road to nothingness.
So, now I’m here, wherever here is.
And I don’t know why…
....
Grab your copy right here:
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Now for the incredible excerpt...
Lilah's POV:
VDB1 all © Charlotte E Hart
"You will not hoist me anywhere, you will carry on with our conver ...."
The speed of his strides across to me has my feet retreating at the very real possibility of being hoisted.
"I will, my dear, and I shall enjoy the privilege greatly," he says, circling my frame and smacking my arse in the process. My body scoots forward again and is stopped only by his arm wrapping around my waist, drawing me back to his warm body. "You should be careful with your tone around such an enticement, hmm? Perhaps we should fuck here rather than in front of Him, hmm? Does the thought make you so nervous?" My frame immediately stills in his arms. "Ahh, you did not realise my plot." No, I did not. "Mmm," he muses, breathing into my neck and dragging his tongue across the soft spot behind my ear. Tingles instantly start to collapse my aim for 'in control' at the very thought of his lips. "Should you still require access to my innards, Lilah, you shall have to ask him."
"For what?"
"To teach you to take them from me, of course. That is what you wanted, hmm?"
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Charlotte is a dark erotic romance/suspense author living in the heart of the Shropshire countryside in Great Britain. She’s lived all across the United Kingdom due to her previous employment as an Event manager but finally settled in a small town that still reeks of old school England.
Her love of reading started in college, but the call to writing came much later in life, when she finally had the chance to put pen to paper for the first time. Writing has become a revolution for the soul and she cherishes every second that she’s sitting at the laptop tapping her way into a new character.
When not writing she enjoys socialising with close friends and travelling to all the major cities across the globe. Travel has always been a constant companion to reading throughout her life and only increases her thirst for stimulation.
With the release of The White Trilogy, she intends to spend the next year enjoying every element of being a published author and learning as much as she can. She also very much looks forward to hopefully meeting some fans at some point.
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Enjoy your weekend and keep reading!
Felicity Brandon
April 27, 2016
Ashe Barker's revamps The Dark Side...
It's that time of the week again, and the Brandon blog is thrilled to be joined by author Ashe Barker, author of The Dark Side series! Darkest!
Felicity: Ashe, please tell us about your new, improved series.
Ashe: Hi, and thank you for inviting me over today to chat about the re-release of The Dark Side. This series was my first attempt to write anything more steamy than a birthday card and I was delighted with it. I’ll always be proud of how well the books did and the fabulous reviews they received. I am eternally grateful to Totally Bound for accepting them and for taking a chance on the unpublished rookie I was back then.
So, if it ain’t broke, why mend it?
As I wrote The Dark Side I had no idea if anyone but me would ever read the books. I knew next to nothing about the world of publishing or professional writing, so although my editor did a fabulous job of making the books fit to be seen among decent folk (or should that be indecent folk?) there were always aspects of the story I felt could be improved. There were scenes I thought about writing but left out, and ways in which I believed the connection between Nathan and Eva could be deepened. The re-release was a rare opportunity to have my time again and complete the job.
There’s new content in each of the three books, but I won’t spoil it by saying exactly what. Suffice it to say we see yet another quirk in Eva’s already complex nature, and aspects of Nathan which I hope will endear him to readers even more. He’s a hard Dom, stern, demanding and insanely sexy. We lose none of that, but the additional content helps to bring out his caring nature a little more.
There’s also a whole new epilogue to conclude the story. This picks up a loose end which always bothered me so I feel the series is better rounded now.
Felicity: I think you'll agree that these books sound amazing! I understand that Darkening
is currently free until April 30th. You can grab your copy here: Totally Bound: https://www.totallybound.com/book/dar...
All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/prod...
Check out a sizzling excerpt from Darkening
and then go grab yourself a copy!
.....
He breaks the kiss to start nibbling his way down my neck. As if not finding the angle to his liking, he suddenly, effortlessly lifts me from the chair, turns and lays me down with my bare back flat on the table top. He holds both of my wrists in one hand, pinning them to the table above my head and, standing between my legs, leans over to look down at me, stroking his other hand the length of my body from neck to waist.
“Beautiful… Holy fuck, so lovely,” he murmurs before he leans down to take my right nipple between his lips.
I squeal, the shock jolting through me even though I had sensed what he was about to do. His body weight and his hand around my wrists hold me in place as he continues his work. The sensation is everywhere, starting at my nipple, which is now painfully engorged. The tingling pulses radiate out through my whole body, connecting as if by some sort of internal electric current to that spot between my legs, which is now drenched. It feels exquisite, acute, intense, forbidden and overwhelming. I arch my back, pushing my breasts toward his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, this source of ecstatic pleasure.
One or two ill-fated fumblings from other students when I was a teenager at university did nothing to prepare me for this. I have never, ever felt anything remotely like this before. I might have read about it, known the theoretical possibility was out there, somewhere. Happening to other women—women who were attractive and had lush, sexy bodies and soft, wavy hair. But this is here, now, happening to me.
I feel the hard table beneath my shoulder blades as I writhe under his skilled lips, his expert tongue and teeth, desperate for more. And he knows what he is about—he knows what I need and he has more for me. Opening his mouth wider, he takes more of my breast in and sucks hard, first one side then the other. He slides his free hand, palm up, between my shoulders and the table to raise me up, giving him easier access with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. Gently grazing my now helplessly sensitized nipples with his teeth, he suckles me relentlessly, nipping slightly harder, just enough to hurt, maybe—I’m not sure where pain ends and pleasure begins now. What does it matter, anyway? He can do whatever he wants to me as long as he doesn’t stop.
He is no longer holding my wrists—he has no need to because I’m lying boneless under him, spread across his kitchen table, pleading wordlessly for…for what? More? Less? The ecstatic pleasure tinged with a hint of pain is so intense now that I can only moan, ride the waves of sensation pulsing from my breasts out through my fingers and toes, each wave bigger, heavier, more compelling than the one before until I am writhing with need.
“I can’t. Please, it’s too much…” Is that me? Or someone else whimpering nearby?
“Yes, you can, you are. Don’t fight it, sweetheart, come for me. Now. Come now.” His words—insistent, soft and low, seductive—are breathed into my ear before he returns to my breasts, nibbling and sucking mercilessly, building the tension, increasing the sensations coursing through every part of me, winding me tighter and tighter until I burst, screaming out loud as fireworks explode in my head, my groin, everywhere as the earth shifts beneath me. My inner core clenches violently, the wetness surely flooding across the table. I feel I am falling, floating as the tension is released and I hear myself moan in delighted satisfaction, drifting back down toward reality.
Me, the girl who can’t bear to be touched. Somehow—God only knows how it happened—I have just spent the last ten minutes spread out half naked on Nathan Darke’s kitchen table, his hands and mouth all over me until I totally lost control, and he watched me thrashing about in the throes of my very first orgasm, right in front of him. Christ! How wonderful, how intimate. How unlike me. And he’s achieved all this without so much as a button of his coming undone.
Thanks to Ashe Barker for stopping by and good luck with your revamped series!
Felicity Brandon
Felicity: Ashe, please tell us about your new, improved series.
Ashe: Hi, and thank you for inviting me over today to chat about the re-release of The Dark Side. This series was my first attempt to write anything more steamy than a birthday card and I was delighted with it. I’ll always be proud of how well the books did and the fabulous reviews they received. I am eternally grateful to Totally Bound for accepting them and for taking a chance on the unpublished rookie I was back then.
So, if it ain’t broke, why mend it?
As I wrote The Dark Side I had no idea if anyone but me would ever read the books. I knew next to nothing about the world of publishing or professional writing, so although my editor did a fabulous job of making the books fit to be seen among decent folk (or should that be indecent folk?) there were always aspects of the story I felt could be improved. There were scenes I thought about writing but left out, and ways in which I believed the connection between Nathan and Eva could be deepened. The re-release was a rare opportunity to have my time again and complete the job.
There’s new content in each of the three books, but I won’t spoil it by saying exactly what. Suffice it to say we see yet another quirk in Eva’s already complex nature, and aspects of Nathan which I hope will endear him to readers even more. He’s a hard Dom, stern, demanding and insanely sexy. We lose none of that, but the additional content helps to bring out his caring nature a little more.
There’s also a whole new epilogue to conclude the story. This picks up a loose end which always bothered me so I feel the series is better rounded now.
Felicity: I think you'll agree that these books sound amazing! I understand that Darkening
is currently free until April 30th. You can grab your copy here: Totally Bound: https://www.totallybound.com/book/dar...All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/prod...
Check out a sizzling excerpt from Darkening
and then go grab yourself a copy!.....
He breaks the kiss to start nibbling his way down my neck. As if not finding the angle to his liking, he suddenly, effortlessly lifts me from the chair, turns and lays me down with my bare back flat on the table top. He holds both of my wrists in one hand, pinning them to the table above my head and, standing between my legs, leans over to look down at me, stroking his other hand the length of my body from neck to waist.
“Beautiful… Holy fuck, so lovely,” he murmurs before he leans down to take my right nipple between his lips.
I squeal, the shock jolting through me even though I had sensed what he was about to do. His body weight and his hand around my wrists hold me in place as he continues his work. The sensation is everywhere, starting at my nipple, which is now painfully engorged. The tingling pulses radiate out through my whole body, connecting as if by some sort of internal electric current to that spot between my legs, which is now drenched. It feels exquisite, acute, intense, forbidden and overwhelming. I arch my back, pushing my breasts toward his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, this source of ecstatic pleasure.
One or two ill-fated fumblings from other students when I was a teenager at university did nothing to prepare me for this. I have never, ever felt anything remotely like this before. I might have read about it, known the theoretical possibility was out there, somewhere. Happening to other women—women who were attractive and had lush, sexy bodies and soft, wavy hair. But this is here, now, happening to me.
I feel the hard table beneath my shoulder blades as I writhe under his skilled lips, his expert tongue and teeth, desperate for more. And he knows what he is about—he knows what I need and he has more for me. Opening his mouth wider, he takes more of my breast in and sucks hard, first one side then the other. He slides his free hand, palm up, between my shoulders and the table to raise me up, giving him easier access with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. Gently grazing my now helplessly sensitized nipples with his teeth, he suckles me relentlessly, nipping slightly harder, just enough to hurt, maybe—I’m not sure where pain ends and pleasure begins now. What does it matter, anyway? He can do whatever he wants to me as long as he doesn’t stop.
He is no longer holding my wrists—he has no need to because I’m lying boneless under him, spread across his kitchen table, pleading wordlessly for…for what? More? Less? The ecstatic pleasure tinged with a hint of pain is so intense now that I can only moan, ride the waves of sensation pulsing from my breasts out through my fingers and toes, each wave bigger, heavier, more compelling than the one before until I am writhing with need.
“I can’t. Please, it’s too much…” Is that me? Or someone else whimpering nearby?
“Yes, you can, you are. Don’t fight it, sweetheart, come for me. Now. Come now.” His words—insistent, soft and low, seductive—are breathed into my ear before he returns to my breasts, nibbling and sucking mercilessly, building the tension, increasing the sensations coursing through every part of me, winding me tighter and tighter until I burst, screaming out loud as fireworks explode in my head, my groin, everywhere as the earth shifts beneath me. My inner core clenches violently, the wetness surely flooding across the table. I feel I am falling, floating as the tension is released and I hear myself moan in delighted satisfaction, drifting back down toward reality.
Me, the girl who can’t bear to be touched. Somehow—God only knows how it happened—I have just spent the last ten minutes spread out half naked on Nathan Darke’s kitchen table, his hands and mouth all over me until I totally lost control, and he watched me thrashing about in the throes of my very first orgasm, right in front of him. Christ! How wonderful, how intimate. How unlike me. And he’s achieved all this without so much as a button of his coming undone.
Thanks to Ashe Barker for stopping by and good luck with your revamped series!
Felicity Brandon
April 20, 2016
Come Back To Me by Jane Henry
Today the Brandon blog has the pleasure of hosting the awesome Jane Henry, with her new release, "Come Back To Me".
This is the second book in Henry's "Bound to You" trilogy; a story of love, trust, and devotion, as one couple rekindles their love through the passionate, erotic intimacy of Dominance and Submission. If you'd like to know more (and I'm sure that you do!) then check out the blurb:
Meredith and Paolo are reunited after a devastating accident drove them apart, in the hopes that embracing a lifestyle of Dominance and Submission will rekindle the passion they once had. The premise is very simple: Meredith will obey Paolo, and he will enforce his expectation of her obedience.
But where do they go from here? Paolo proposes a plan that will raise the stakes, a weekend of intense training that will push them both to the edge of their limits as they embrace their new-found roles.
Is Meredith prepared to be stripped of the protective wall she's built around herself? Will she willingly trust Paolo to lead her—even if that means submitting herself to his
discipline? Can Paolo be all that she needs — her leader, protector, and disciplinarian, but most of all...her lover?
I've read some hot excerpts from this amazing book and they're smokin' hot! Check out this one for starters...
.......
When he spoke, he surprised her.
“I don't want to punish you, Meredith,” he began softly.
Her guilt intensified. He didn't want to punish her, and was her fault. She felt awful.
“Then don't,” she whispered. “I'm sorry. I hate that I've put you in this position. We don't have to--”
“Did I say I'd punish you if you disobeyed me?” he interrupted sharply.
She swallowed. “Yes. I mean, yes, sir,” she stammered.
“Do I always mean what I say?” he continued in the same sharp tone.
“Yes, sir. Always, sir.”
“Then I do have to punish you. But do you understand this isn't something that's enjoyable for either one of us?”
She looked down at her hands. “I do. Yes, sir.”
She wanted to be kneeling in front of him, his arms around her, sitting in his lap, anywhere but sitting on the other side of the bed feeling like a naughty child. His voice was hard when he spoke again.
“Then the next time you have the choice to obey me or disobey me, I want you thinking on this. Thinking on the fact that when I stretch you over my lap, I want it to be because you're fucking beautiful to me, not because you've disobeyed me. That when I give you an instruction, it's not because I'm full of myself but because I care about you and want you safe. Need I remind you that not six months ago, we got into a car accident that could've taken our lives?”
She gulped. “I know,” she said, her voice cracking. “Yes, sir.” Tears pricked her eyes and her throat ached.
“Yet still, you decided that drinking that much before you got in the car and drove home to me was a good idea?”
She shook her head silently, thankful he didn't require another verbal response.
He exhaled angrily.
“Get over here.” She stood and approached him on shaking legs. “Strip and get over my lap.”
Quickly, she obeyed, stripping off her clothing and tossing it on the floor, down to bare skin. She positioned herself over his lap, her head on the bed, her belly flush against his knees, breath coming in shallow gasps as his large hand settled on her naked skin.
“Are we clear that when I tell you to do something I expect you to obey me?”
She felt on edge, every nerve sizzling with anticipation of her punishment, as she felt a variety of emotions. Humiliation in being naked to him and being over his lap anticipating punishment. Attraction to his command of the situation. Guilt from having disobeyed him.
Fear of the pain.
“Yes, sir,” she said, bracing herself...
.......
Finally, here's another tantalising teaser from "Come Back To Me", which is available right now!
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Come-Back-Bound...
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/come-...
Blushing: http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.ph...
.......
“I read what you said about feeling off,” he continued. This time, she looked away, but a swift jerk of her chin brought her eyes back to his. “Eyes,” he ordered. She nodded. He released her chin, placed his hands on her arms, and pulled her closer. She leaned her arms on his legs, as he drew her to him. He reached his hand out and ran his fingers through her soft curls, drawing a content sigh from her. She liked that. He gently combed his fingers through her hair, over and over, finally resting his hand on the nape of her neck. She leaned more heavily against his arms. Gently, he put his hand on the back of her head, guiding her head to his lap. She lay her head in his lap, as he continued to stroke her hair.
“You're beautiful, Meredith,” he murmured.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes closed.
“I'm not angry with you, bonita. I want you to know that.” She nodded slightly, as he continued to comb his fingers through her soft, silvery blonde hair. “This will take time, baby, all of it. Learning to tell me how you feel, making it a habit to talk to me, it's something that you will need to learn to do. But when you find yourself going to someone else – like Little Lady, or Kirstin – that's a good indication that you need to come to me. Do you understand?” he asked, his voice deepening. She nodded again.
“So tell me, Meredith. What is going on in your mind? Right now. Start there, baby. What are you thinking?”
She inhaled, as he gently ran his hand over her hair.
“I'm thinking this feels so nice,” she said. “So relaxing. But...” she paused. “My mind is racing, Paolo. I'm wondering what it will feel like to hold nothing back from you. I'm uncomfortable with the thought of no privacy, but I like the idea of you knowing what's going on in my mind. I really do. Well, mostly,” she said, her voice dropping. He stifled a chuckle.
“Mostly?” he asked sternly.
“Sometimes you make me mad. And that will get me in trouble.”
He chuckled. “I don't expect perfection, baby,” he said. “It's a natural human reaction to get angry. How you handle that anger will determine whether or not I take you across my knee.”
She nodded. He watched her tongue flick out and she licked her lip. He stifled the desire to chuckle. She wanted him to spank her, so much so, that hearing the words take you across my knee was turning her on. He moved his hand from her head to the top of her shoulders, gently stroking downward.
It wasn't time yet. No, not yet.
That's all for this time - happy hump day everyone!
Felicity Brandon
This is the second book in Henry's "Bound to You" trilogy; a story of love, trust, and devotion, as one couple rekindles their love through the passionate, erotic intimacy of Dominance and Submission. If you'd like to know more (and I'm sure that you do!) then check out the blurb:
Meredith and Paolo are reunited after a devastating accident drove them apart, in the hopes that embracing a lifestyle of Dominance and Submission will rekindle the passion they once had. The premise is very simple: Meredith will obey Paolo, and he will enforce his expectation of her obedience.
But where do they go from here? Paolo proposes a plan that will raise the stakes, a weekend of intense training that will push them both to the edge of their limits as they embrace their new-found roles.
Is Meredith prepared to be stripped of the protective wall she's built around herself? Will she willingly trust Paolo to lead her—even if that means submitting herself to his
discipline? Can Paolo be all that she needs — her leader, protector, and disciplinarian, but most of all...her lover?
I've read some hot excerpts from this amazing book and they're smokin' hot! Check out this one for starters...
.......
When he spoke, he surprised her.
“I don't want to punish you, Meredith,” he began softly.
Her guilt intensified. He didn't want to punish her, and was her fault. She felt awful.
“Then don't,” she whispered. “I'm sorry. I hate that I've put you in this position. We don't have to--”
“Did I say I'd punish you if you disobeyed me?” he interrupted sharply.
She swallowed. “Yes. I mean, yes, sir,” she stammered.
“Do I always mean what I say?” he continued in the same sharp tone.
“Yes, sir. Always, sir.”
“Then I do have to punish you. But do you understand this isn't something that's enjoyable for either one of us?”
She looked down at her hands. “I do. Yes, sir.”
She wanted to be kneeling in front of him, his arms around her, sitting in his lap, anywhere but sitting on the other side of the bed feeling like a naughty child. His voice was hard when he spoke again.
“Then the next time you have the choice to obey me or disobey me, I want you thinking on this. Thinking on the fact that when I stretch you over my lap, I want it to be because you're fucking beautiful to me, not because you've disobeyed me. That when I give you an instruction, it's not because I'm full of myself but because I care about you and want you safe. Need I remind you that not six months ago, we got into a car accident that could've taken our lives?”
She gulped. “I know,” she said, her voice cracking. “Yes, sir.” Tears pricked her eyes and her throat ached.
“Yet still, you decided that drinking that much before you got in the car and drove home to me was a good idea?”
She shook her head silently, thankful he didn't require another verbal response.
He exhaled angrily.
“Get over here.” She stood and approached him on shaking legs. “Strip and get over my lap.”
Quickly, she obeyed, stripping off her clothing and tossing it on the floor, down to bare skin. She positioned herself over his lap, her head on the bed, her belly flush against his knees, breath coming in shallow gasps as his large hand settled on her naked skin.
“Are we clear that when I tell you to do something I expect you to obey me?”
She felt on edge, every nerve sizzling with anticipation of her punishment, as she felt a variety of emotions. Humiliation in being naked to him and being over his lap anticipating punishment. Attraction to his command of the situation. Guilt from having disobeyed him.
Fear of the pain.
“Yes, sir,” she said, bracing herself...
.......
Finally, here's another tantalising teaser from "Come Back To Me", which is available right now!
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Come-Back-Bound...
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/come-...
Blushing: http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.ph...
.......
“I read what you said about feeling off,” he continued. This time, she looked away, but a swift jerk of her chin brought her eyes back to his. “Eyes,” he ordered. She nodded. He released her chin, placed his hands on her arms, and pulled her closer. She leaned her arms on his legs, as he drew her to him. He reached his hand out and ran his fingers through her soft curls, drawing a content sigh from her. She liked that. He gently combed his fingers through her hair, over and over, finally resting his hand on the nape of her neck. She leaned more heavily against his arms. Gently, he put his hand on the back of her head, guiding her head to his lap. She lay her head in his lap, as he continued to stroke her hair.
“You're beautiful, Meredith,” he murmured.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes closed.
“I'm not angry with you, bonita. I want you to know that.” She nodded slightly, as he continued to comb his fingers through her soft, silvery blonde hair. “This will take time, baby, all of it. Learning to tell me how you feel, making it a habit to talk to me, it's something that you will need to learn to do. But when you find yourself going to someone else – like Little Lady, or Kirstin – that's a good indication that you need to come to me. Do you understand?” he asked, his voice deepening. She nodded again.
“So tell me, Meredith. What is going on in your mind? Right now. Start there, baby. What are you thinking?”
She inhaled, as he gently ran his hand over her hair.
“I'm thinking this feels so nice,” she said. “So relaxing. But...” she paused. “My mind is racing, Paolo. I'm wondering what it will feel like to hold nothing back from you. I'm uncomfortable with the thought of no privacy, but I like the idea of you knowing what's going on in my mind. I really do. Well, mostly,” she said, her voice dropping. He stifled a chuckle.
“Mostly?” he asked sternly.
“Sometimes you make me mad. And that will get me in trouble.”
He chuckled. “I don't expect perfection, baby,” he said. “It's a natural human reaction to get angry. How you handle that anger will determine whether or not I take you across my knee.”
She nodded. He watched her tongue flick out and she licked her lip. He stifled the desire to chuckle. She wanted him to spank her, so much so, that hearing the words take you across my knee was turning her on. He moved his hand from her head to the top of her shoulders, gently stroking downward.
It wasn't time yet. No, not yet.
That's all for this time - happy hump day everyone!
Felicity Brandon
