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May 9, 2017
His Forbidden Submissive by Brandi Evans!
This week the Never Ending Blog Tour is pleased to host, Brandi Evans, and her latest release, His Forbidden Submissive!
In the book, we meet Vivian. After beating cancer, she goes on a mission to cleanse her life. First on the list, kicking her cheating, controlling husband to the curb. Second, she must discover the answer to a question that’s been haunting her. Is the love she harbors for Brock, her bad-boy brother-in-law, genuine or a chemotherapy-induced illusion?
Brock loves a woman he cannot have, his brother’s wife. To claim her would be a betrayal. He knows loving her is wrong but he can’t help it. So when circumstances bring them back together, he can no longer deny his forbidden attraction, and they unite in a fury of passion, lust—and bondage.
But Vivian isn’t prepared for Brock’s BDSM lifestyle, no matter how sexy he looks with his tats and leathers. After ten years with a controlling husband, submission is terrifying—but so is never being with Brock again.
Submission or freedom? No matter which path she chooses, her life will change forever.
Publisher’s note: His Forbidden Submissive contains adult material, including very strong language, depictions of bondage and discipline, and graphic descriptions of sexuality. If you do not care to read such material, please do not open this book.
Get ready for a hot excerpt from His Forbidden Submissive...
Mmm, you’re playing with fire, baby.”
“I don’t mind getting a little singed.”
Brock spun around and pinned her against the wall. Big, strong hands shackled her arms above her head.
“I don’t fuck gently, sweetheart. I don’t play games. I don’t relinquish control. And I never, never stop until I’m finished. If we do this, there will be no going back. Do you understand what that means?”
Her heart slammed against her ribs. Oh, wow. She hadn’t expected the raw power and need in his eyes. His desire terrified and inflamed her. For the past ten years, she’d only had one sexual partner, and Eugene had never so much as fucked her good and hard, forget the kind of primal response rolling off Brock, so forceful, so utterly and completely in control. So dominant…
.....
Grab your copy of this sizzling book here:
Book Page on Brandi's website: brandievansauthor.com/hisforbiddensub...
Amazon buy link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XGFTB2L
Blushing buy link: http://www.blushingbooks.com/item/bbd...
Find out more about Brandi Evans at the following places:
Email: brandi@brandievansauthor.com
Blog: http://brandievansauthor.blogspot.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Brandi...
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/eScaNr
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/brandievans1/
Twitter: http://twitter.com/brandi_evans
Instagram: http://instagram.com/brandievansauthor
Tumblr: http://brandievansauthor.tumblr.com/
Happy reading everyone!
Felicity Brandon
In the book, we meet Vivian. After beating cancer, she goes on a mission to cleanse her life. First on the list, kicking her cheating, controlling husband to the curb. Second, she must discover the answer to a question that’s been haunting her. Is the love she harbors for Brock, her bad-boy brother-in-law, genuine or a chemotherapy-induced illusion?
Brock loves a woman he cannot have, his brother’s wife. To claim her would be a betrayal. He knows loving her is wrong but he can’t help it. So when circumstances bring them back together, he can no longer deny his forbidden attraction, and they unite in a fury of passion, lust—and bondage.
But Vivian isn’t prepared for Brock’s BDSM lifestyle, no matter how sexy he looks with his tats and leathers. After ten years with a controlling husband, submission is terrifying—but so is never being with Brock again.
Submission or freedom? No matter which path she chooses, her life will change forever.
Publisher’s note: His Forbidden Submissive contains adult material, including very strong language, depictions of bondage and discipline, and graphic descriptions of sexuality. If you do not care to read such material, please do not open this book.
Get ready for a hot excerpt from His Forbidden Submissive...
Mmm, you’re playing with fire, baby.”
“I don’t mind getting a little singed.”
Brock spun around and pinned her against the wall. Big, strong hands shackled her arms above her head.
“I don’t fuck gently, sweetheart. I don’t play games. I don’t relinquish control. And I never, never stop until I’m finished. If we do this, there will be no going back. Do you understand what that means?”
Her heart slammed against her ribs. Oh, wow. She hadn’t expected the raw power and need in his eyes. His desire terrified and inflamed her. For the past ten years, she’d only had one sexual partner, and Eugene had never so much as fucked her good and hard, forget the kind of primal response rolling off Brock, so forceful, so utterly and completely in control. So dominant…
.....
Grab your copy of this sizzling book here:
Book Page on Brandi's website: brandievansauthor.com/hisforbiddensub...
Amazon buy link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XGFTB2L
Blushing buy link: http://www.blushingbooks.com/item/bbd...
Find out more about Brandi Evans at the following places:
Email: brandi@brandievansauthor.com
Blog: http://brandievansauthor.blogspot.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Brandi...
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/eScaNr
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/brandievans1/
Twitter: http://twitter.com/brandi_evans
Instagram: http://instagram.com/brandievansauthor
Tumblr: http://brandievansauthor.tumblr.com/
Happy reading everyone!
Felicity Brandon
May 3, 2017
Rewriting the Rules by Morganna Williams!
This Wednesday, I am pleased to present the awesome, Morganna Williams, and her hot new spanking release, Rewriting the Rules!
The book introduces us to Aurora Kane. Ever since her last relationship ended in heartbreak, things have been going downhill for romance novelist Aurora . Determined to revive Aurora’s career, her publisher Donovan Tate decides to take matters into his own hands.
Upon visiting Aurora at home and finding her wallowing in misery, Donovan makes it clear that he will be taking charge of her life, whether she likes it or not. When she tests his resolve, he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her hard and thoroughly, and she cannot help begging for more as Donovan brings her to a quivering, shameful climax after the punishment.
Donovan’s bold dominance and masterful lovemaking rekindle Aurora’s passion and inspire her writing in a way nothing else has before, but painful memories of the past still lurk in her mind. Can she dare to hope that this love story will have a happy ending?
Publisher’s Note: Rewriting the Rules contains spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Still not sure? Check out this sizzling little excerpt...
“You can’t spank me again!” she said firmly, bewildered by the fact she was about to be spanked for the second time today and fighting the knowledge that she craved it almost more than her next breath.
“Hide and watch, little girl,” he said as his hand clapped off her bottom over and over again while she writhed over his lap. “Do you know why I can?”
“No!” she wailed, as his hand reignited the sting from earlier.
“Yes, you do, baby girl,” he admonished softly. “I can because you’re a submissive and you need it; so much you’re dying inside and I’m a dominant and I can’t resist your need. It calls to me with your every breath. You need me to take you in hand… to spank you till you cry… then take you until you scream with pleasure in every way possible.”
“I… ooh… please…” Aurora cried as his hand continued to fall. His words so seductive… so tempting… she ached, needing everything he was promising.
“Please what?” he asked gently.
“Please spank me harder, remind me…” she whispered, knowing she would die if he stopped now.
“With pleasure,” Donovan told her as he began to bring his hand down harder and harder until the swats blurred together and her bottom began to feel like one big ache. Then he lifted her briefly to stand and bent her over the arm of the couch.
Aurora’s body was on fire; her ass burned but even worse was the fire of need he’d stirred in her blood. She moved her legs apart shivering as she heard him sliding his belt from its loops. The sound of it was delicious, the belt’s dark promise teasing all of her senses.
He was right; she needed this badly.
The first kiss of the belt left a line of fire in its wake, bringing a howl of pain from her lips but she pushed her bottom out for more. The next stroke landed on the under curve of her bottom, lifting her to her toes with its force.
Another fell just beneath the last, catching the tops of her thighs and making her breath hiss out in a gasp. Three more landed in quick succession directly on top of the first three stripes and Aurora couldn’t stop herself from crying, each stroke jolting her clit and blending pleasure with the exquisite pain the belt provided.
She continued to push her bottom out as he laid stripe after stripe up and down her bottom until she collapsed over the arm of the couch sobbing.
Aurora looked up over her shoulder as she heard the belt drop to the floor. “Please… I need…”
Donovan smiled sweetly at her. “Tell me what you need.”
She moved her legs even further apart. “I need you inside me.” Aurora laid her head back down on her arms as she felt him move behind her and the broad head of his cock nudged against her wet opening.
She groaned loudly. It had been so long and it felt so good. He slipped just the head in, slowly working just those few inches in and out of her until she wanted to scream. Aurora tried to work herself backward to take more of him inside but he held her fast.
“Polite little girls ask for what they need, Aurora,” he told her in that deliciously deep voice of his.
“Fuck me already!” she yelled.
In response he pulled completely out and rained twenty hard slaps on her already sore and swollen posterior. “Was that polite?”
“Please, sir… please fuck me… I need you so deep inside me I don’t know where you end and I begin,” she said softly. Aurora couldn’t remember a time she needed so badly to be filled.
Strong hands gripped her sore ass and spread her wide, making her groan in a combination of pain and anticipation. She actually whimpered when she felt the broad head of his cock pressed against the entrance of her weeping channel.
He eased in just a little bit of the tip and back out again and again until she thought she’d go mad. Just stretching her open over and over, then the delicious pressure sent her over the edge and she came with a soft cry.
“Good girl,” Donovan said, driving into her hard all the way to the hilt while her inner muscles spasmed.
The slam of his cock against her cervix sent her straight into another orgasm; this time he held still inside her until her body calmed around him.
“That was amazing,” Aurora said softly.
He laughed and patted her hip. “Baby, we haven’t even started; now you’re ready for a good hard fucking.”
Ready to grab your copy? I bet you are! Get over to Amazon now:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XTV453C/...
Happy reading! :-)
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
The book introduces us to Aurora Kane. Ever since her last relationship ended in heartbreak, things have been going downhill for romance novelist Aurora . Determined to revive Aurora’s career, her publisher Donovan Tate decides to take matters into his own hands.
Upon visiting Aurora at home and finding her wallowing in misery, Donovan makes it clear that he will be taking charge of her life, whether she likes it or not. When she tests his resolve, he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her hard and thoroughly, and she cannot help begging for more as Donovan brings her to a quivering, shameful climax after the punishment.
Donovan’s bold dominance and masterful lovemaking rekindle Aurora’s passion and inspire her writing in a way nothing else has before, but painful memories of the past still lurk in her mind. Can she dare to hope that this love story will have a happy ending?
Publisher’s Note: Rewriting the Rules contains spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Still not sure? Check out this sizzling little excerpt...
“You can’t spank me again!” she said firmly, bewildered by the fact she was about to be spanked for the second time today and fighting the knowledge that she craved it almost more than her next breath.
“Hide and watch, little girl,” he said as his hand clapped off her bottom over and over again while she writhed over his lap. “Do you know why I can?”
“No!” she wailed, as his hand reignited the sting from earlier.
“Yes, you do, baby girl,” he admonished softly. “I can because you’re a submissive and you need it; so much you’re dying inside and I’m a dominant and I can’t resist your need. It calls to me with your every breath. You need me to take you in hand… to spank you till you cry… then take you until you scream with pleasure in every way possible.”
“I… ooh… please…” Aurora cried as his hand continued to fall. His words so seductive… so tempting… she ached, needing everything he was promising.
“Please what?” he asked gently.
“Please spank me harder, remind me…” she whispered, knowing she would die if he stopped now.
“With pleasure,” Donovan told her as he began to bring his hand down harder and harder until the swats blurred together and her bottom began to feel like one big ache. Then he lifted her briefly to stand and bent her over the arm of the couch.
Aurora’s body was on fire; her ass burned but even worse was the fire of need he’d stirred in her blood. She moved her legs apart shivering as she heard him sliding his belt from its loops. The sound of it was delicious, the belt’s dark promise teasing all of her senses.
He was right; she needed this badly.
The first kiss of the belt left a line of fire in its wake, bringing a howl of pain from her lips but she pushed her bottom out for more. The next stroke landed on the under curve of her bottom, lifting her to her toes with its force.
Another fell just beneath the last, catching the tops of her thighs and making her breath hiss out in a gasp. Three more landed in quick succession directly on top of the first three stripes and Aurora couldn’t stop herself from crying, each stroke jolting her clit and blending pleasure with the exquisite pain the belt provided.
She continued to push her bottom out as he laid stripe after stripe up and down her bottom until she collapsed over the arm of the couch sobbing.
Aurora looked up over her shoulder as she heard the belt drop to the floor. “Please… I need…”
Donovan smiled sweetly at her. “Tell me what you need.”
She moved her legs even further apart. “I need you inside me.” Aurora laid her head back down on her arms as she felt him move behind her and the broad head of his cock nudged against her wet opening.
She groaned loudly. It had been so long and it felt so good. He slipped just the head in, slowly working just those few inches in and out of her until she wanted to scream. Aurora tried to work herself backward to take more of him inside but he held her fast.
“Polite little girls ask for what they need, Aurora,” he told her in that deliciously deep voice of his.
“Fuck me already!” she yelled.
In response he pulled completely out and rained twenty hard slaps on her already sore and swollen posterior. “Was that polite?”
“Please, sir… please fuck me… I need you so deep inside me I don’t know where you end and I begin,” she said softly. Aurora couldn’t remember a time she needed so badly to be filled.
Strong hands gripped her sore ass and spread her wide, making her groan in a combination of pain and anticipation. She actually whimpered when she felt the broad head of his cock pressed against the entrance of her weeping channel.
He eased in just a little bit of the tip and back out again and again until she thought she’d go mad. Just stretching her open over and over, then the delicious pressure sent her over the edge and she came with a soft cry.
“Good girl,” Donovan said, driving into her hard all the way to the hilt while her inner muscles spasmed.
The slam of his cock against her cervix sent her straight into another orgasm; this time he held still inside her until her body calmed around him.
“That was amazing,” Aurora said softly.
He laughed and patted her hip. “Baby, we haven’t even started; now you’re ready for a good hard fucking.”
Ready to grab your copy? I bet you are! Get over to Amazon now:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XTV453C/...
Happy reading! :-)
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
May 2, 2017
The Lords of Discipline by Allison West!
This Tuesday, the Never Ending Blog Tour brings us Allison West, and her latest hot release, The Lords of Discipline!
Here's the blurb to whet your appetite. From a line of felons... Violet Kingsley’s parents, convicted of conspiring against the crown, were sent to the penal colony, leaving Violet with her abusive uncle. Escaping his home was easy, living on the streets was a matter of survival. At nineteen she wants nothing more than to see her parents again. With no other way to discover their whereabouts, she forces her way inside a restaurant and breaks into the kitchen, delivering herself one last hot meal before she too is sent to the penal colony, in hopes of finding them again.
Officer James Foster patrols the streets of London and is called into a different district to cover a shift. Catching Violet red-handed with stolen soup right out of the ladle, he has no choice but to arrest her, except his heart won’t let him send this poor woman to the magistrate for further proceedings. He’s seen her before, bought her a meal two years ago, and feels nothing but guilt for her still living the same life she had back then. He should have done more for her.
Knowing what will become of Violet as a convict on a ship set out for the penal colony, she would be one of only a few women against hundreds of men who wanted to take her virtue. Violet would not survive the transport, let alone the life of a convict in New South Wales.
Needing a caretaker for his fourteen-month old daughter, James offers her a chance to pay off her debt, with the same sentence term, seven years. Will she behave as a lady should, or find his expectations and her new life to be too difficult?
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the elements of domestic discipline and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
Check out this cheeky little excerpt...
“I’m not drunk,” Violet said sounding quite offended. “Besides I’m quite capable of making my own decisions as a lady and I desire my drink back.” How dare he speak for her! It was another reason why marrying him seemed quite absurd. She slammed her fist forcefully on the table, trying to make her point. She did not dare try to stand for fear that she might sway on her feet. James may have been right, that she’d had too much to drink. She had barely downed her glass but it hadn’t mattered, she was a giggly mess. Thankfully no one else had to see her in such an embarrassing way.
“You can have it back when I say you can,” James said, quickly drinking the last of her cup, finishing it off.
She scoffed unlady like under her breath, appalled that she wasn’t to drink but that he could help himself to a second glass and finish hers which made a third! The nerve he had, to tell her what was appropriate and what she could do. “How dare you!” Anger boiled in her blood, forcing her hands to tremble. Standing up, her footing was unsteady as she swayed, pointing a finger at him. “You are not my husband, James. You do not have the right to tell me what I can and can’t do.”
Grab your copy of The Lords of Discipline at Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XHBCQHH
Find out more about Allison West at her website here: http://spankingauthor.com/
Happy reading!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
Here's the blurb to whet your appetite. From a line of felons... Violet Kingsley’s parents, convicted of conspiring against the crown, were sent to the penal colony, leaving Violet with her abusive uncle. Escaping his home was easy, living on the streets was a matter of survival. At nineteen she wants nothing more than to see her parents again. With no other way to discover their whereabouts, she forces her way inside a restaurant and breaks into the kitchen, delivering herself one last hot meal before she too is sent to the penal colony, in hopes of finding them again.
Officer James Foster patrols the streets of London and is called into a different district to cover a shift. Catching Violet red-handed with stolen soup right out of the ladle, he has no choice but to arrest her, except his heart won’t let him send this poor woman to the magistrate for further proceedings. He’s seen her before, bought her a meal two years ago, and feels nothing but guilt for her still living the same life she had back then. He should have done more for her.
Knowing what will become of Violet as a convict on a ship set out for the penal colony, she would be one of only a few women against hundreds of men who wanted to take her virtue. Violet would not survive the transport, let alone the life of a convict in New South Wales.
Needing a caretaker for his fourteen-month old daughter, James offers her a chance to pay off her debt, with the same sentence term, seven years. Will she behave as a lady should, or find his expectations and her new life to be too difficult?
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the elements of domestic discipline and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
Check out this cheeky little excerpt...
“I’m not drunk,” Violet said sounding quite offended. “Besides I’m quite capable of making my own decisions as a lady and I desire my drink back.” How dare he speak for her! It was another reason why marrying him seemed quite absurd. She slammed her fist forcefully on the table, trying to make her point. She did not dare try to stand for fear that she might sway on her feet. James may have been right, that she’d had too much to drink. She had barely downed her glass but it hadn’t mattered, she was a giggly mess. Thankfully no one else had to see her in such an embarrassing way.
“You can have it back when I say you can,” James said, quickly drinking the last of her cup, finishing it off.
She scoffed unlady like under her breath, appalled that she wasn’t to drink but that he could help himself to a second glass and finish hers which made a third! The nerve he had, to tell her what was appropriate and what she could do. “How dare you!” Anger boiled in her blood, forcing her hands to tremble. Standing up, her footing was unsteady as she swayed, pointing a finger at him. “You are not my husband, James. You do not have the right to tell me what I can and can’t do.”
Grab your copy of The Lords of Discipline at Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XHBCQHH
Find out more about Allison West at her website here: http://spankingauthor.com/
Happy reading!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
April 26, 2017
Gaining Maisy by Summer Graystone!
This hump day the Brandon blog is thrilled to host the hot new release from Summer Graystone!
In Gaining Maisy,
we meet Maisy Dennis. Ready to start over and escape the demons of her past relationship, Maisy is hell-bent on getting in shape, building some confidence, and enjoying life. After joining a gym and hiring a personal trainer, Maisy receives more hands-on treatment than she ever dreamed possible.
Personal trainer, Carter Lewis knows his way around the gym--and around a woman's body. No stranger to the wild world of domination, Carter can spot a woman with a deep need for total submission from a mile a way. And the beautiful, but broken Maisy is just begging for it. Now, it's Carter's turn to teach Maisy just how gorgeous and sexy she really is--if she'll just accept her curves and size for what they truly are: Sexy as hell.
Check out the sizzling little snippet here (it might even make you grab your gym kit!)
Every thought left Maisy’s mind as Carter wrapped his hands around her waist to slip them into her gym shorts, cupping her ass around her panties. It seemed like he was massaging where he had just spanked and Maisy felt her bones turn to goo as his hands swept up and down her ass. Then his thumb brushed the bottom end of her pussy from the back, and Maisy moaned loudly as she clutched his chest and plastered her body against his. A move that allowed her to feel every inch of the erection resting between Carter’s legs. Maisy rubbed her thighs against it, hoping to punish him a little like he was doing to her. But apart from a slight increase in breath and a jerk of his engorged cock, Carter barely acknowledged the contact.
Then with his hand still in her ass crack, his thumb just barely edging her pussy from the back, he leaned in close to her. “If you can complete fifty sit-ups without stopping, I’ll put my tongue where my thumb is.”
Adrenaline spiked through Maisy, and at that moment she would have done a hundred sit-ups just so she could feel his tongue soothe the ache between her legs. Forgotten was the fact that, up to that point, the best she had ever been able to get to was about thirty. She quickly got on the floor, raising her knees up till she was in the position to start. Then just before she started, Carter dropped down to his knees and slid in between her legs. Normally, he would hold her by her ankles to keep her steady while her back went up and down. But today, his hands slid up her legs, caressed her thighs, then she felt the pad of his thumb circle around her aching pussy, the friction causing another wave of arousal to course through her whole body. “Remember, my tongue here if you get to fifty.”
Ready to grab your copy? Do so here:
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2pBPVKI
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2odfe5L
Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2odpdId
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3...
Here's a word from Summer...
Hi! So my name is Summer, and I’m a part time erotica author, who attends classes during the day, and writes dirty romantic erotica by night. When I’m not in school studying photography, I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the beaches of Florida.
Some fun facts about me are that I love apple martinis (I just turned 21, so I can’t get enough of them) and I love Star Wars, The Vampire Diaries, the Originals, The Walking Dead and Smallville. I’m a gamer girl too. Animals are close to my heart, and I have a 3-month-old bearded dragon named Yoda (he’s green and white) and a spaz of a dog named Nala who is a Terrier/Pomeranian mix, but I digress.
My favorite thing to do is to write sexy stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end.
Find out more about Summer Graystone at these places...
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Grayston...
Blog: http://summergraystone.blogspot.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/summergraystone
Instagram: https://instagram.com/summergraystone
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSummer...
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
My Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/cDQEpz
Happy reading!
Felicity Brandon
In Gaining Maisy,
we meet Maisy Dennis. Ready to start over and escape the demons of her past relationship, Maisy is hell-bent on getting in shape, building some confidence, and enjoying life. After joining a gym and hiring a personal trainer, Maisy receives more hands-on treatment than she ever dreamed possible.Personal trainer, Carter Lewis knows his way around the gym--and around a woman's body. No stranger to the wild world of domination, Carter can spot a woman with a deep need for total submission from a mile a way. And the beautiful, but broken Maisy is just begging for it. Now, it's Carter's turn to teach Maisy just how gorgeous and sexy she really is--if she'll just accept her curves and size for what they truly are: Sexy as hell.
Check out the sizzling little snippet here (it might even make you grab your gym kit!)
Every thought left Maisy’s mind as Carter wrapped his hands around her waist to slip them into her gym shorts, cupping her ass around her panties. It seemed like he was massaging where he had just spanked and Maisy felt her bones turn to goo as his hands swept up and down her ass. Then his thumb brushed the bottom end of her pussy from the back, and Maisy moaned loudly as she clutched his chest and plastered her body against his. A move that allowed her to feel every inch of the erection resting between Carter’s legs. Maisy rubbed her thighs against it, hoping to punish him a little like he was doing to her. But apart from a slight increase in breath and a jerk of his engorged cock, Carter barely acknowledged the contact.
Then with his hand still in her ass crack, his thumb just barely edging her pussy from the back, he leaned in close to her. “If you can complete fifty sit-ups without stopping, I’ll put my tongue where my thumb is.”
Adrenaline spiked through Maisy, and at that moment she would have done a hundred sit-ups just so she could feel his tongue soothe the ache between her legs. Forgotten was the fact that, up to that point, the best she had ever been able to get to was about thirty. She quickly got on the floor, raising her knees up till she was in the position to start. Then just before she started, Carter dropped down to his knees and slid in between her legs. Normally, he would hold her by her ankles to keep her steady while her back went up and down. But today, his hands slid up her legs, caressed her thighs, then she felt the pad of his thumb circle around her aching pussy, the friction causing another wave of arousal to course through her whole body. “Remember, my tongue here if you get to fifty.”
Ready to grab your copy? Do so here:
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2pBPVKI
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2odfe5L
Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2odpdId
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3...
Here's a word from Summer...
Hi! So my name is Summer, and I’m a part time erotica author, who attends classes during the day, and writes dirty romantic erotica by night. When I’m not in school studying photography, I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the beaches of Florida.
Some fun facts about me are that I love apple martinis (I just turned 21, so I can’t get enough of them) and I love Star Wars, The Vampire Diaries, the Originals, The Walking Dead and Smallville. I’m a gamer girl too. Animals are close to my heart, and I have a 3-month-old bearded dragon named Yoda (he’s green and white) and a spaz of a dog named Nala who is a Terrier/Pomeranian mix, but I digress.
My favorite thing to do is to write sexy stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end.
Find out more about Summer Graystone at these places...
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Grayston...
Blog: http://summergraystone.blogspot.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/summergraystone
Instagram: https://instagram.com/summergraystone
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSummer...
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
My Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/cDQEpz
Happy reading!
Felicity Brandon
April 25, 2017
Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff By Kryssie Fortune!
This Tuesday, I am proud to welcome Kryssie Fortune here as part of the Never Ending blog tour! Her new release, Sex, Scandal and the Sheriff
is the second in the Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Series.
In the book, Jasmine Stewart (Jazz to her friends) falls for the blond stranger who spanks and seduces her at a Washington soiree. Later, when she discovers her flatmate is trying to draw her into a spy ring, she goes to the authorities. The ensuing publicity costs her her job, her security, and her future. Starting over in Westhorpe Ridge is her only option.
Sean Mathews, former SEAL and Westhorpe Ridge’s sheriff, can’t forget the woman he spanked when he visited Washington, but he thinks she’s a spy. When she turns up in Westhorpe Ridge, he tries everything to make her leave town. Despite their misunderstandings, though, they can’t keep their hands off each other.
As New Year’s Eve looms, the spy ring resurfaces. Jazz will need all of Sean’s SEAL prowess to survive. But because his wounded leg cost him his speed in the water, will it be enough?
Check out the cheeky excerpt from the novel right here...
“New start. New life. New ambitions,” she told herself as she drove away from her dream of being a teacher.
By the time the winter sun crept over the horizon, she’d passed the halfway point between Washington and Westhorpe Ridge. She made good time, but fifteen minutes from her destination, the car handling changed. Praying nothing expensive had happened to her trusty vehicle, she pulled over to take a look. She got out the car, walked around to the rear passenger side, and sighed when she realized the tire had blown out. Damn, my spare’s in the trunk, beneath my suitcases and bedding. Shaking her head, she heaved her first suitcase onto the grass verge. It hadn’t felt so heavy when she’d packed it.
A police car pulled up. “Sheriff Mathews, ma’am. Can I be of assistance?”
His voice flowed over her like molasses, rich, thick, and so sweet she wanted to taste its owner. Instead, she panted slightly but kept moving. “I’ve had a blowout, but my spare tire’s under all my stuff. Don’t worry. I can manage, thank you.”
When she turned back to the car, Jazz’s eyes widened. The man in the uniform looked enormous, blond, and way too familiar. Handsome didn’t come close. In his long-sleeved fawn shirt and standard-issue brown trousers, he looked like a sex god come to earth. And are those handcuffs dangling from his belt? I can find a way to put them to good use.
Given their history, drooling over him felt wrong. Despite what the doctors had told her, traces of the spies’ lust drug must still linger in her system. Her heart beat faster and her pussy grew damp. Even breathing seemed hard around him. “Ethan Mathews? I thought you were a scientist involved in some hush-hush stuff, not a sheriff. Why are you in Westhorpe Ridge? I thought you were some high-flying scientist. And isn’t impersonating a police officer a criminal offense? Shit, you’re driving a real police car. Are you really a sheriff?”
He did a double take, glowered right back at her. “Jazz Stewart? What the hell are you doing here? Have you jumped bail? Keep your hands where I can see them while I radio in and run a check on you.”
Jazz shivered despite the winter sunshine. Everyone except the CIA had made her out to be the bad guy, her former employer included. The damn sheriff was treating her like a criminal, but he’d been at that damn party too. Judging by the way he’d climbing on his high horse, he probably believed everything he’d read about her in the papers. Out of everyone she knew, she’d wanted the man she’d been dreaming about since the soiree to be on her side. He’s even sexier than I remembered, but what’s with this running a check on me? Surely he knows the truth by now. She hated the way he smirked at her, but she couldn’t resist taunting him. “So, Sheriff, spanked any other females lately?”
.....
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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Scandal-Sherif...
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Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/KryssiesFortune
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Blog - http://kryssiefortune.blogspot.co.uk/
Website - http://kryssiefortune.wixsite.com/kry...
Happy reading!
Felicity Brandon
is the second in the Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Series.In the book, Jasmine Stewart (Jazz to her friends) falls for the blond stranger who spanks and seduces her at a Washington soiree. Later, when she discovers her flatmate is trying to draw her into a spy ring, she goes to the authorities. The ensuing publicity costs her her job, her security, and her future. Starting over in Westhorpe Ridge is her only option.
Sean Mathews, former SEAL and Westhorpe Ridge’s sheriff, can’t forget the woman he spanked when he visited Washington, but he thinks she’s a spy. When she turns up in Westhorpe Ridge, he tries everything to make her leave town. Despite their misunderstandings, though, they can’t keep their hands off each other.
As New Year’s Eve looms, the spy ring resurfaces. Jazz will need all of Sean’s SEAL prowess to survive. But because his wounded leg cost him his speed in the water, will it be enough?
Check out the cheeky excerpt from the novel right here...
“New start. New life. New ambitions,” she told herself as she drove away from her dream of being a teacher.
By the time the winter sun crept over the horizon, she’d passed the halfway point between Washington and Westhorpe Ridge. She made good time, but fifteen minutes from her destination, the car handling changed. Praying nothing expensive had happened to her trusty vehicle, she pulled over to take a look. She got out the car, walked around to the rear passenger side, and sighed when she realized the tire had blown out. Damn, my spare’s in the trunk, beneath my suitcases and bedding. Shaking her head, she heaved her first suitcase onto the grass verge. It hadn’t felt so heavy when she’d packed it.
A police car pulled up. “Sheriff Mathews, ma’am. Can I be of assistance?”
His voice flowed over her like molasses, rich, thick, and so sweet she wanted to taste its owner. Instead, she panted slightly but kept moving. “I’ve had a blowout, but my spare tire’s under all my stuff. Don’t worry. I can manage, thank you.”
When she turned back to the car, Jazz’s eyes widened. The man in the uniform looked enormous, blond, and way too familiar. Handsome didn’t come close. In his long-sleeved fawn shirt and standard-issue brown trousers, he looked like a sex god come to earth. And are those handcuffs dangling from his belt? I can find a way to put them to good use.
Given their history, drooling over him felt wrong. Despite what the doctors had told her, traces of the spies’ lust drug must still linger in her system. Her heart beat faster and her pussy grew damp. Even breathing seemed hard around him. “Ethan Mathews? I thought you were a scientist involved in some hush-hush stuff, not a sheriff. Why are you in Westhorpe Ridge? I thought you were some high-flying scientist. And isn’t impersonating a police officer a criminal offense? Shit, you’re driving a real police car. Are you really a sheriff?”
He did a double take, glowered right back at her. “Jazz Stewart? What the hell are you doing here? Have you jumped bail? Keep your hands where I can see them while I radio in and run a check on you.”
Jazz shivered despite the winter sunshine. Everyone except the CIA had made her out to be the bad guy, her former employer included. The damn sheriff was treating her like a criminal, but he’d been at that damn party too. Judging by the way he’d climbing on his high horse, he probably believed everything he’d read about her in the papers. Out of everyone she knew, she’d wanted the man she’d been dreaming about since the soiree to be on her side. He’s even sexier than I remembered, but what’s with this running a check on me? Surely he knows the truth by now. She hated the way he smirked at her, but she couldn’t resist taunting him. “So, Sheriff, spanked any other females lately?”
.....
If this sounds like the book for you, grab your copy at:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Scandal-Sherif...
Find out more about Kryssie Fortune at the following places:
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/KryssiesFortune
Twitter - https://twitter.com/KryssieFortune,
Blog - http://kryssiefortune.blogspot.co.uk/
Website - http://kryssiefortune.wixsite.com/kry...
Happy reading!
Felicity Brandon
April 20, 2017
Viking Promotion
Hello, hello!
I'm back from the sunshine and I'm ready to roll with some seriously exciting news! I am thrilled to report that I am part of an Exclusive Viking Themed Promotion, looking to bring you all FREE Viking romance, erotica and erotic romance!
If you haven't read my international bestselling erotic romance, The Viking's Conquest
then you can read the start of the book for nothing by getting involved!
The event runs from 19th to 26th April 2017, and you can grab your hot Viking reads right here: http://bit.ly/ConqueMe
Go there now and get conquered!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
I'm back from the sunshine and I'm ready to roll with some seriously exciting news! I am thrilled to report that I am part of an Exclusive Viking Themed Promotion, looking to bring you all FREE Viking romance, erotica and erotic romance!
If you haven't read my international bestselling erotic romance, The Viking's Conquest
then you can read the start of the book for nothing by getting involved!The event runs from 19th to 26th April 2017, and you can grab your hot Viking reads right here: http://bit.ly/ConqueMe
Go there now and get conquered!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
April 1, 2017
Saturday Showcase: DARE THE WIND (Touch the Wind Book 3) by Erinn Ellender Quinn!
Welcome to the last Saturday showcase (and blog post) for a few weeks. As of next Tuesday, I'll be flying away for some well needed vitamin D, and won't be posting until I'm back at the mid-end of April.
In the meantime, I am pleased to be able to host, Erinn Ellender Quinn and her amazing new release, Dare the Wind!
In the book, Irish sea captain Tristan O’Dea still feels the sting of rejection when he sails to Havre with a warning of danger to his commander Justin Vallé’s family and an offer of safe passage for his half-brother and sister and their mother, once Vallé’s late father’s favorite mistress. Expecting to find Madame Visconti, Tristan is met at the door by an artist’s model wrapped in a sheet and looking like moral sin.
Living near poverty, Vallé’s widowed half-sister Jessenia Bougeureau has been forced to pose for a sculpture. She is living at the mercy of an unscrupulous man who holds a portion of her mother’s property as collateral for loans that they cannot replay. So far, she and her brother Nicolai have managed to keep their mother’s death a secret from him. Captain O’Dea’s offer represents a chance at a new life, a new world for Jess, and safety for her brother until the danger posed to their family is past.
Jess is a harpist and a composer. She hasn’t written music since her husband died. Watching the giant Irish sea captain, with his Celtic knotwork tattoos and sculpted body, during morning exercises, for the first time in years, she feels inspired. Rescued by Tristan, free to choose, she’s about to make him an offer that he cannot refuse.
Brace yourself for this gorgeous excerpt...
Tristan peeled off his justacorps, folded it and laid it on his sea chest. His weskit, boots, and stockings followed. He was reaching for the buttons on his breeches when he heard the knock on the door. He pulled it open, expecting to find Caleb.
Instead, it was her.
She was biting her lower lip, as if she had misgivings. As if she knew it was not wise to bait a bear in his cave but was determined to do it regardless of the consequences.
He said nothing, refusing to make it easy for her. She was going to have to convince him to let her in or lure him out, and he still didn’t know which it would be.
“May I come in, please? We need to talk.”
So he’d noticed. It had just come sooner, rather than later.
He stepped aside. She came in. She wore an oriental style wrapper and slippers on her feet, and she’d let down her hair, so that the black curls tumbled past her waist. Her pale blue eyes were luminous in the moonlight spilling through the windows. Five days from full, it was enough for her to see the hand he offered.
He led her to the table and sat across from her, trying not to let her feel how she affected him.
He cleared his throat. “Can I get you anything?” he asked. “Wine? Brandy? Rum? Whiskey? Yer brother keeps the ship well-stocked.”
“No,” she said, tearing her gaze away from his tattoos to look at the door.
“It’s not too late,” he said. “Ye can still leave. We can talk tomorrow.”
She took a deep breath and squared her soft shoulders. “No, I’d rather get it over with.” She looked back at him, then. “Do you know what I am?” she asked him.
As ucht Dé. For God’s sake, she was every man’s fantasy come to life and here alone with him. He was captain of this ship and responsible for everyone aboard, including her and her swordsman brother.
“First and foremost, ye’re Justin Vallé’s sister, and I swore him an oath that I would take care of ye.”
That’s exactly what Jess was counting on.
“I am a muse,” she told him. “It’s what I do. I inspire, with my music, with my voice, with my body. My husband was a poet, did you know that? He made me look him in the eye while he took my maidenhead. He committed it to memory and described it in glorious detail in his next book. He invited the world into our bedroom. Men and women everywhere wanted a taste of the passion he described. I was ashamed, and angry. I grew tired of constantly fending off advances. I became a recluse for a time. Bernard lived for his art, and went to salons filled with his adoring fans. Some were single. Some were married. He died in a dual with but one of many cuckolded husbands.”
Jess closed her eyes and took a breath, and let it out softly, slowly, gathering herself. When she opened her eyes and looked at him, the Irish giant nearly took her breath away. She’d never felt such motion in his stillness, like a coil wound tight, ready to be unleashed.
What she did next was risky, but she needed to know. “Tell me of the vicar’s daughter.”
O’Dea rubbed his jaw, as if wondering at the wisdom of answering. “She married the Spaniard.”
“Tell me about the vicar’s daughter.”
The Captain blew out a harsh laugh and shook his head. “And what would ye have me say? That I offered for her, too? That I made her faint when I kissed her? That she landed half naked in my arms and for months, all I could see in my dreams were small, coral tipped breasts?” By the time he finished, he was talking through clenched teeth and was close to tossing her out.
She pretended not to notice.
“Did you cry?” she asked.
He looked at her with some confusion, as if he was uncertain that he’d heard her correctly. “What?”
She angled her head, studying him. He did not like being caught off guard. He did not like being off balance. She would have to be careful with surprises.
“When you learned that she chose another, did you cry for her?”
“No,” he shifted, uncomfortable in his chair. “No. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“But it is,” she insisted. “Anyone worth having is worth a tear or two. If you did not cry, she was not meant for you. She would not have made you happy. I propose,” she said, “that we help each other. You need to forget the Spaniard’s wife, and I need to remember what it is like to make love to a man of my choosing. You promised to take care of me. My question is, will you, or not?”
“As ucht Dé! Madame Bougeureau—”
“Jessenia,” she corrected. “Or Jess.”
He breathed in deeply, as if inhaling her name, fragrant with the scent of jasmine, and shook himself to clear his head. “Jess,” he grated, “for God’s sake, ye don’t know what ye ask of me.”
“Oh, but I do,” she assured him, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. “I was thinking of our agreement, what I’d asked you to do, and I had not considered that there might be another option. Introduce me as yours, and under your protection. Wheat from the chaff, acceptance and rejection, done in a breath. No one will question or test it, as they might with only a brother here, one against whom you have already proven yourself.”
Still he resisted.
Pah.
She leaned on the table and refused to let him look away. “You said the vicar’s daughter fainted when you kissed her. That alone should tell you, she wasn’t right for you. You don’t need a virgin, O’Dea. You need a woman. Someone who can inspire you and make certain that you are left satisfied. If you promise to keep from getting me with child, I promise that you will not be lonely at night.”
She looked at him, while the moonlight bathing her face let him see just how serious she was. “It will be strictly sex. I won’t expect more.”
Tristan was tempted to pinch himself. This beautiful woman was offering him sex with no strings, no entanglements, just night after night of mutual pleasure. He leaned on the table, took a deep breath, and shook his head in disbelief. It was a long moment before he said anything.
“So,” he said slowly, struggling to accept it, “when will my sheets smell like jasmine…?”
....
Ready to buy? Grab yourself a copy here:
Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/TW4 or https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XJ7DFB8 /
Goodreads http://bit.ly/2nnZADR or https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3...
Find out more about Erinn Ellender Quinn at her Goodreads page!
Happy reading, everyone! I will personally be seeking to devour as many books on my kindle as I can...
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
In the meantime, I am pleased to be able to host, Erinn Ellender Quinn and her amazing new release, Dare the Wind!
In the book, Irish sea captain Tristan O’Dea still feels the sting of rejection when he sails to Havre with a warning of danger to his commander Justin Vallé’s family and an offer of safe passage for his half-brother and sister and their mother, once Vallé’s late father’s favorite mistress. Expecting to find Madame Visconti, Tristan is met at the door by an artist’s model wrapped in a sheet and looking like moral sin.
Living near poverty, Vallé’s widowed half-sister Jessenia Bougeureau has been forced to pose for a sculpture. She is living at the mercy of an unscrupulous man who holds a portion of her mother’s property as collateral for loans that they cannot replay. So far, she and her brother Nicolai have managed to keep their mother’s death a secret from him. Captain O’Dea’s offer represents a chance at a new life, a new world for Jess, and safety for her brother until the danger posed to their family is past.
Jess is a harpist and a composer. She hasn’t written music since her husband died. Watching the giant Irish sea captain, with his Celtic knotwork tattoos and sculpted body, during morning exercises, for the first time in years, she feels inspired. Rescued by Tristan, free to choose, she’s about to make him an offer that he cannot refuse.
Brace yourself for this gorgeous excerpt...
Tristan peeled off his justacorps, folded it and laid it on his sea chest. His weskit, boots, and stockings followed. He was reaching for the buttons on his breeches when he heard the knock on the door. He pulled it open, expecting to find Caleb.
Instead, it was her.
She was biting her lower lip, as if she had misgivings. As if she knew it was not wise to bait a bear in his cave but was determined to do it regardless of the consequences.
He said nothing, refusing to make it easy for her. She was going to have to convince him to let her in or lure him out, and he still didn’t know which it would be.
“May I come in, please? We need to talk.”
So he’d noticed. It had just come sooner, rather than later.
He stepped aside. She came in. She wore an oriental style wrapper and slippers on her feet, and she’d let down her hair, so that the black curls tumbled past her waist. Her pale blue eyes were luminous in the moonlight spilling through the windows. Five days from full, it was enough for her to see the hand he offered.
He led her to the table and sat across from her, trying not to let her feel how she affected him.
He cleared his throat. “Can I get you anything?” he asked. “Wine? Brandy? Rum? Whiskey? Yer brother keeps the ship well-stocked.”
“No,” she said, tearing her gaze away from his tattoos to look at the door.
“It’s not too late,” he said. “Ye can still leave. We can talk tomorrow.”
She took a deep breath and squared her soft shoulders. “No, I’d rather get it over with.” She looked back at him, then. “Do you know what I am?” she asked him.
As ucht Dé. For God’s sake, she was every man’s fantasy come to life and here alone with him. He was captain of this ship and responsible for everyone aboard, including her and her swordsman brother.
“First and foremost, ye’re Justin Vallé’s sister, and I swore him an oath that I would take care of ye.”
That’s exactly what Jess was counting on.
“I am a muse,” she told him. “It’s what I do. I inspire, with my music, with my voice, with my body. My husband was a poet, did you know that? He made me look him in the eye while he took my maidenhead. He committed it to memory and described it in glorious detail in his next book. He invited the world into our bedroom. Men and women everywhere wanted a taste of the passion he described. I was ashamed, and angry. I grew tired of constantly fending off advances. I became a recluse for a time. Bernard lived for his art, and went to salons filled with his adoring fans. Some were single. Some were married. He died in a dual with but one of many cuckolded husbands.”
Jess closed her eyes and took a breath, and let it out softly, slowly, gathering herself. When she opened her eyes and looked at him, the Irish giant nearly took her breath away. She’d never felt such motion in his stillness, like a coil wound tight, ready to be unleashed.
What she did next was risky, but she needed to know. “Tell me of the vicar’s daughter.”
O’Dea rubbed his jaw, as if wondering at the wisdom of answering. “She married the Spaniard.”
“Tell me about the vicar’s daughter.”
The Captain blew out a harsh laugh and shook his head. “And what would ye have me say? That I offered for her, too? That I made her faint when I kissed her? That she landed half naked in my arms and for months, all I could see in my dreams were small, coral tipped breasts?” By the time he finished, he was talking through clenched teeth and was close to tossing her out.
She pretended not to notice.
“Did you cry?” she asked.
He looked at her with some confusion, as if he was uncertain that he’d heard her correctly. “What?”
She angled her head, studying him. He did not like being caught off guard. He did not like being off balance. She would have to be careful with surprises.
“When you learned that she chose another, did you cry for her?”
“No,” he shifted, uncomfortable in his chair. “No. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“But it is,” she insisted. “Anyone worth having is worth a tear or two. If you did not cry, she was not meant for you. She would not have made you happy. I propose,” she said, “that we help each other. You need to forget the Spaniard’s wife, and I need to remember what it is like to make love to a man of my choosing. You promised to take care of me. My question is, will you, or not?”
“As ucht Dé! Madame Bougeureau—”
“Jessenia,” she corrected. “Or Jess.”
He breathed in deeply, as if inhaling her name, fragrant with the scent of jasmine, and shook himself to clear his head. “Jess,” he grated, “for God’s sake, ye don’t know what ye ask of me.”
“Oh, but I do,” she assured him, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. “I was thinking of our agreement, what I’d asked you to do, and I had not considered that there might be another option. Introduce me as yours, and under your protection. Wheat from the chaff, acceptance and rejection, done in a breath. No one will question or test it, as they might with only a brother here, one against whom you have already proven yourself.”
Still he resisted.
Pah.
She leaned on the table and refused to let him look away. “You said the vicar’s daughter fainted when you kissed her. That alone should tell you, she wasn’t right for you. You don’t need a virgin, O’Dea. You need a woman. Someone who can inspire you and make certain that you are left satisfied. If you promise to keep from getting me with child, I promise that you will not be lonely at night.”
She looked at him, while the moonlight bathing her face let him see just how serious she was. “It will be strictly sex. I won’t expect more.”
Tristan was tempted to pinch himself. This beautiful woman was offering him sex with no strings, no entanglements, just night after night of mutual pleasure. He leaned on the table, took a deep breath, and shook his head in disbelief. It was a long moment before he said anything.
“So,” he said slowly, struggling to accept it, “when will my sheets smell like jasmine…?”
....
Ready to buy? Grab yourself a copy here:
Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/TW4 or https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XJ7DFB8 /
Goodreads http://bit.ly/2nnZADR or https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3...
Find out more about Erinn Ellender Quinn at her Goodreads page!
Happy reading, everyone! I will personally be seeking to devour as many books on my kindle as I can...
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
March 29, 2017
Alpha Daddy by Ava Sinclair!
Happy hump day! Today, I am thrilled to host the awesome, Ava Sinclair and her revent release, Alpha Daddy!
When alpha wolf Lakota Longtree sees a grizzly stalking a young woman in the Alaskan wilderness in this hot shifter story, he intervenes just in time. But the beast is no ordinary bear. He is a shifter of a different clan, an ancient enemy of Lakota's people, and Bear will not be satisfied until he has tracked down and killed the woman he perceives as a threat. Lakota's only choice is to make her a member of his pack, but that will mean teaching the headstrong girl that an alpha expects to be obeyed.
Biologist Carly Fowler has never put much stock in myths and legends, but after the ruggedly handsome man who so recently saved her life transforms into a wolf before her eyes, she is forced to accept that what he says is true. There is a terrifying creature hunting her and Lakota and his pack can keep her safe, but that will mean submitting to a stern, dominant alpha who will not hesitate to soundly punish her any time he feels it necessary.
Lakota gives Carly no time to ponder her situation, nor does he give her a choice in the matter. She will live with him until he is sure she is no longer in danger, and during that time she will do as she is told or face the consequences. It isn't long before Carly's defiant attitude earns her a painful, embarrassing spanking over Lakota's knee, but despite her fury at being punished in such a fashion she cannot help yearning for him to take her hard and thoroughly.
Over the coming days, Lakota takes on the role of Carly's firm but loving daddy, providing the structure and discipline she requires to adjust to her new life. Soon enough, however, his need for her becomes overwhelming, and he claims her as his mate, mastering her more completely than she would have ever thought possible. But will her presence end up tearing his pack apart?
Check out the hawt excerpt right here...
He raised his arm and brought the switch down hard, and Carly howled as the blow left a burning line of pain in its wake. Lakota kept a hand on the small of her back, holding her easily in place. Carly’s position on the rock had her leaning slightly forward, and as the switch painted welt after welt on her nates, Carly began to kick wildly in an effort to get free. The sight of her plump sex between her legs was almost more than Lakota could stand, and even though she was sobbing for mercy, his heightened senses picked up the heady pheromones which told him that part of her was responding sexually to his correction.
There were nearly a dozen thin welts crisscrossing her bottom now, and he added one more for good measure before tossing the switch away and pulling her to standing. Lakota sat on the rock as he forced her to face him, waiting for Carly’s wails to subside before addressing her.
“That’s why you do as your told,” he said, pointing in the direction the bear had run. “You know better, Carly. So why don’t you tell me why you ran? Do you like putting yourself in danger?” He paused, gently pushing his fingers between her thighs. “Or was part of you hoping I’d stop you?”
“That’s ridiculous!” She spat the words through her tears, angrily wiping away tears with the back with one hand as she rubbed her welted bottom with the other.
“Is it?” he asked. He took hold of her shoulders and locked his gaze onto hers. “I don’t have to touch a woman to tell when she’s sexually excited.”
His words seemed to shock her into momentary silence. “That’s a hell of a thing to say from a man who considers himself a father figure.”
“Well, maybe that’s because we comprehend two different things in the term,” he said. “As leader, I consider myself a father figure to the whole pack. And a pack leader can mate with a female he protects.”
The presence of pheromones in the air was heavier now.
“If you think I want you in that way…” she said, but her voice was quavering, and her skin was flushed, and then her eyes widened as his fingers moved between her legs to reveal what she’d been trying to hide even from herself.
“You’re wet, Carly,” he said. “You want me. Admit it. You want me as much as I want you.” He paused. “I wanted you from the moment I saved you from Bear. I’ll fight any beast that tries to claim you. But I fear I cannot fight the one that longs to claim your body.”
It surprised him to find she kept herself shaved, and now as he slipped first one finger, then two, past the slick folds of her inner flower, her body seemed to draw him in, and she moaned as he probed her tight, hot pussy. Carly was whimpering as her hips followed the motion of his hand, even as she buried her face in his chest and fisted his shirt.
“No. No. No,” she said. “This is wrong.”
“It’s not wrong,” he said. “I am your kind. Even if you do not have the gift, we are drawn to one another. I am made for you, Carly. You are made for me. It was meant for us to get together, my little one. I was meant to guide you, to protect you, both as a father figure and as your lover.”
....
Ready to grab your copy? Do so here: goo.gl/dKsgkl
Find out more about Ava Sinclair:
www.avasinclairauthor.com
A #1 Amazon bestselling author of erotic romance, including Big Beautiful Little, Bride of the Trogarians and Her Highland Guardian. She caters to readers who enjoy smart writing and stories that offer engaging plot with just the right amount of steam.
Happy reading,
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
When alpha wolf Lakota Longtree sees a grizzly stalking a young woman in the Alaskan wilderness in this hot shifter story, he intervenes just in time. But the beast is no ordinary bear. He is a shifter of a different clan, an ancient enemy of Lakota's people, and Bear will not be satisfied until he has tracked down and killed the woman he perceives as a threat. Lakota's only choice is to make her a member of his pack, but that will mean teaching the headstrong girl that an alpha expects to be obeyed.
Biologist Carly Fowler has never put much stock in myths and legends, but after the ruggedly handsome man who so recently saved her life transforms into a wolf before her eyes, she is forced to accept that what he says is true. There is a terrifying creature hunting her and Lakota and his pack can keep her safe, but that will mean submitting to a stern, dominant alpha who will not hesitate to soundly punish her any time he feels it necessary.
Lakota gives Carly no time to ponder her situation, nor does he give her a choice in the matter. She will live with him until he is sure she is no longer in danger, and during that time she will do as she is told or face the consequences. It isn't long before Carly's defiant attitude earns her a painful, embarrassing spanking over Lakota's knee, but despite her fury at being punished in such a fashion she cannot help yearning for him to take her hard and thoroughly.
Over the coming days, Lakota takes on the role of Carly's firm but loving daddy, providing the structure and discipline she requires to adjust to her new life. Soon enough, however, his need for her becomes overwhelming, and he claims her as his mate, mastering her more completely than she would have ever thought possible. But will her presence end up tearing his pack apart?
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He raised his arm and brought the switch down hard, and Carly howled as the blow left a burning line of pain in its wake. Lakota kept a hand on the small of her back, holding her easily in place. Carly’s position on the rock had her leaning slightly forward, and as the switch painted welt after welt on her nates, Carly began to kick wildly in an effort to get free. The sight of her plump sex between her legs was almost more than Lakota could stand, and even though she was sobbing for mercy, his heightened senses picked up the heady pheromones which told him that part of her was responding sexually to his correction.
There were nearly a dozen thin welts crisscrossing her bottom now, and he added one more for good measure before tossing the switch away and pulling her to standing. Lakota sat on the rock as he forced her to face him, waiting for Carly’s wails to subside before addressing her.
“That’s why you do as your told,” he said, pointing in the direction the bear had run. “You know better, Carly. So why don’t you tell me why you ran? Do you like putting yourself in danger?” He paused, gently pushing his fingers between her thighs. “Or was part of you hoping I’d stop you?”
“That’s ridiculous!” She spat the words through her tears, angrily wiping away tears with the back with one hand as she rubbed her welted bottom with the other.
“Is it?” he asked. He took hold of her shoulders and locked his gaze onto hers. “I don’t have to touch a woman to tell when she’s sexually excited.”
His words seemed to shock her into momentary silence. “That’s a hell of a thing to say from a man who considers himself a father figure.”
“Well, maybe that’s because we comprehend two different things in the term,” he said. “As leader, I consider myself a father figure to the whole pack. And a pack leader can mate with a female he protects.”
The presence of pheromones in the air was heavier now.
“If you think I want you in that way…” she said, but her voice was quavering, and her skin was flushed, and then her eyes widened as his fingers moved between her legs to reveal what she’d been trying to hide even from herself.
“You’re wet, Carly,” he said. “You want me. Admit it. You want me as much as I want you.” He paused. “I wanted you from the moment I saved you from Bear. I’ll fight any beast that tries to claim you. But I fear I cannot fight the one that longs to claim your body.”
It surprised him to find she kept herself shaved, and now as he slipped first one finger, then two, past the slick folds of her inner flower, her body seemed to draw him in, and she moaned as he probed her tight, hot pussy. Carly was whimpering as her hips followed the motion of his hand, even as she buried her face in his chest and fisted his shirt.
“No. No. No,” she said. “This is wrong.”
“It’s not wrong,” he said. “I am your kind. Even if you do not have the gift, we are drawn to one another. I am made for you, Carly. You are made for me. It was meant for us to get together, my little one. I was meant to guide you, to protect you, both as a father figure and as your lover.”
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Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
March 28, 2017
Theirs : Found and Claimed By Ashe Barker!
This Tuesday I am pleased to host the wonderful Ashe Barker, and her hot new release, Theirs: Found and Claimed!
In this science fiction, spanking romance, we meet Luca and Sylvan. When they board a derelict spacecraft in search of valuable scrap metal, the last thing Luca and Sylvan expect is to stumble upon a beautiful, naked woman in need of medical assistance. Despite her protests, they bring her back to their ship, treat her illness, and take it upon themselves to look after her.
After she contracted the virus that wiped out her people and killed everyone else on her ship, Llianna didn’t expect to survive, and she is shocked when she awakens from a comatose state with two men standing over her. Once she regains her health, however, she is horrified to realize that she is about to enter her fertile period, a uniquely vulnerable time for females of her species.
Knowing that she will end up begging Luca and Sylvan to take her in any way they please if she doesn’t act quickly, she flees in her partially-repaired ship, only to be caught, stripped bare, and spanked soundly. The stern punishment leaves her desire burning even more fiercely, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as her handsome rescuers claim her hard and thoroughly.
Though Luca and Sylvan make it clear that she is free to go once her ship is finally fully operational again, Llianna finds herself yearning to belong to them completely, and as she learns to submit to their firm, loving dominance, her passion for them grows more intense with each passing day. But when she discovers that she is not the last of her kind after all, will she leave the men she loves to live amongst her own people?
Publisher’s Note: Theirs: Found and Claimed includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Check out the sizzling excerpt here...
Luca continues to hold me, but Sylvan peels his body away from mine. I hear him, his footsteps, the rustle of clothing. He is undressing, and despite my apprehension curiosity overwhelms me. I have viewed images, naturally, but I have never seen a male unclothed, not in the flesh. I turn to watch him over my shoulder.
“Come around to this side,” suggests Luca. “She needs a decent view.”
I appreciate his concern for my comfort. Sylvan obligingly moves around to stand in front of me and I watch with avid interest as he removes his tunic. The sharp contours and rippling musculature of his upper body fascinate me. His hair is a pale colour; it reminds me of the subtle pastel shades of the floral plant life that used to thrive on Fyorli and that now exist only in our databanks. More of this soft, curling hair is sprinkled across his wide chest, disappearing like an arrow down beneath his pants. I wonder if he might allow me to touch it, to trail my fingers through the softness. That thought evaporates when Sylvan pulls off his pants and I am treated to my first view of his cock.
I believed I knew what to expect, but I was wrong. I gasp, my disappointment a bitter, acrid taste on my tongue. This will not work. Human males and Fyorlian females are simply not compatible. He is… huge. He will not fit inside me, it is impossible.
“Llianna, are you all right?” Luca murmurs in my ear. “It’s okay, we can take this as slow as you need.”
I shake my head. “I cannot. It is just too, too…”
“Too what?” presses Luca.
“Too big,” I whisper as I bury my face in his chest again. “It is much too big.”
Both males chuckle, but they seem not to grasp the truth of my words. Do they not have eyes? Can they not see the problem here? It is simple physics, surely.
“Trust us, this is going to be just fine.”
Luca’s assurance utterly fails to convince me. I shall just have to manage, somehow. The phase will pass, eventually. I shake my head and cling to Luca.
“Llianna, I’m going to roll you onto your back. It’ll be easier for you that way.”
“No, no, please, do not do this.”
“Honey, nothing’s going to happen if you don’t want it. We’re just asking you to trust us and give this a try.”
“Human females must be bigger than Fyorlians,” I protest. Can they not work this out for themselves? Did they know all along?
“No, they aren’t, not especially. We’ll go slow. It may be tight, but you will manage this. I promise.”
His voice is low, soothing, and very determined. He has never lied to me before, neither of these males has, but what Luca is suggesting is quite impossible. Despite the evidence of my own eyes, I do want to believe him. I want to trust him, trust them. My pussy clenches viciously, and I realise I have little choice, really. What is the alternative?
“You will stop, if I ask you to?”
“Absolutely,” affirms Luca.
Sylvan echoes his promise, and the bed dips again as he re-joins us. “Very, very slow, and lots of lube, if you need it, but I doubt if you will. Are you ready to turn over now?”
I gulp, pause for a moment to consider that suggestion, then I manage another nod.
Luca is gentle as he rearranges me on my back. He is behind me, leaning against the pillows at the head of the bed and he pulls me back into his arms. “Lift your hands up, honey, and put them behind my head.”
I do as he asks, the position lifting my breasts as though presenting them for inspection. Sylvan kneels in front of me, and his green gaze is warm, admiring. I feel good, in spite of my anxiety at what is about to happen.
“Gorgeous tits, don’t you agree?” Luca reaches around me to cup my breasts and presses them together. They fill his hands, my stiff nipples poking between his fingers as he squeezes.
“First thing I noticed, after that luscious arse.” Sylvan moves forward, lifting his gaze from my breasts to my face. “I hope it’s still pleasantly sore.”
“It is sore, certainly,” I assure him. The slight quiver in my voice owes much to the trepidation I still feel, but now there is something else too, something warm and pleasant starting to unfurl low down in my abdomen.
“Good. So, Llianna, you’re a virgin, yes? I know there were no males on board the Renascient.”
“That is correct.”
“Okay…”
“But, I do know what is to happen. I have read about it and spoken to other females, older than I, and I understand. That is why I am concerned that, that—”
“Spread your legs, Llianna.”
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Felicity Brandon
In this science fiction, spanking romance, we meet Luca and Sylvan. When they board a derelict spacecraft in search of valuable scrap metal, the last thing Luca and Sylvan expect is to stumble upon a beautiful, naked woman in need of medical assistance. Despite her protests, they bring her back to their ship, treat her illness, and take it upon themselves to look after her.
After she contracted the virus that wiped out her people and killed everyone else on her ship, Llianna didn’t expect to survive, and she is shocked when she awakens from a comatose state with two men standing over her. Once she regains her health, however, she is horrified to realize that she is about to enter her fertile period, a uniquely vulnerable time for females of her species.
Knowing that she will end up begging Luca and Sylvan to take her in any way they please if she doesn’t act quickly, she flees in her partially-repaired ship, only to be caught, stripped bare, and spanked soundly. The stern punishment leaves her desire burning even more fiercely, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as her handsome rescuers claim her hard and thoroughly.
Though Luca and Sylvan make it clear that she is free to go once her ship is finally fully operational again, Llianna finds herself yearning to belong to them completely, and as she learns to submit to their firm, loving dominance, her passion for them grows more intense with each passing day. But when she discovers that she is not the last of her kind after all, will she leave the men she loves to live amongst her own people?
Publisher’s Note: Theirs: Found and Claimed includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Check out the sizzling excerpt here...
Luca continues to hold me, but Sylvan peels his body away from mine. I hear him, his footsteps, the rustle of clothing. He is undressing, and despite my apprehension curiosity overwhelms me. I have viewed images, naturally, but I have never seen a male unclothed, not in the flesh. I turn to watch him over my shoulder.
“Come around to this side,” suggests Luca. “She needs a decent view.”
I appreciate his concern for my comfort. Sylvan obligingly moves around to stand in front of me and I watch with avid interest as he removes his tunic. The sharp contours and rippling musculature of his upper body fascinate me. His hair is a pale colour; it reminds me of the subtle pastel shades of the floral plant life that used to thrive on Fyorli and that now exist only in our databanks. More of this soft, curling hair is sprinkled across his wide chest, disappearing like an arrow down beneath his pants. I wonder if he might allow me to touch it, to trail my fingers through the softness. That thought evaporates when Sylvan pulls off his pants and I am treated to my first view of his cock.
I believed I knew what to expect, but I was wrong. I gasp, my disappointment a bitter, acrid taste on my tongue. This will not work. Human males and Fyorlian females are simply not compatible. He is… huge. He will not fit inside me, it is impossible.
“Llianna, are you all right?” Luca murmurs in my ear. “It’s okay, we can take this as slow as you need.”
I shake my head. “I cannot. It is just too, too…”
“Too what?” presses Luca.
“Too big,” I whisper as I bury my face in his chest again. “It is much too big.”
Both males chuckle, but they seem not to grasp the truth of my words. Do they not have eyes? Can they not see the problem here? It is simple physics, surely.
“Trust us, this is going to be just fine.”
Luca’s assurance utterly fails to convince me. I shall just have to manage, somehow. The phase will pass, eventually. I shake my head and cling to Luca.
“Llianna, I’m going to roll you onto your back. It’ll be easier for you that way.”
“No, no, please, do not do this.”
“Honey, nothing’s going to happen if you don’t want it. We’re just asking you to trust us and give this a try.”
“Human females must be bigger than Fyorlians,” I protest. Can they not work this out for themselves? Did they know all along?
“No, they aren’t, not especially. We’ll go slow. It may be tight, but you will manage this. I promise.”
His voice is low, soothing, and very determined. He has never lied to me before, neither of these males has, but what Luca is suggesting is quite impossible. Despite the evidence of my own eyes, I do want to believe him. I want to trust him, trust them. My pussy clenches viciously, and I realise I have little choice, really. What is the alternative?
“You will stop, if I ask you to?”
“Absolutely,” affirms Luca.
Sylvan echoes his promise, and the bed dips again as he re-joins us. “Very, very slow, and lots of lube, if you need it, but I doubt if you will. Are you ready to turn over now?”
I gulp, pause for a moment to consider that suggestion, then I manage another nod.
Luca is gentle as he rearranges me on my back. He is behind me, leaning against the pillows at the head of the bed and he pulls me back into his arms. “Lift your hands up, honey, and put them behind my head.”
I do as he asks, the position lifting my breasts as though presenting them for inspection. Sylvan kneels in front of me, and his green gaze is warm, admiring. I feel good, in spite of my anxiety at what is about to happen.
“Gorgeous tits, don’t you agree?” Luca reaches around me to cup my breasts and presses them together. They fill his hands, my stiff nipples poking between his fingers as he squeezes.
“First thing I noticed, after that luscious arse.” Sylvan moves forward, lifting his gaze from my breasts to my face. “I hope it’s still pleasantly sore.”
“It is sore, certainly,” I assure him. The slight quiver in my voice owes much to the trepidation I still feel, but now there is something else too, something warm and pleasant starting to unfurl low down in my abdomen.
“Good. So, Llianna, you’re a virgin, yes? I know there were no males on board the Renascient.”
“That is correct.”
“Okay…”
“But, I do know what is to happen. I have read about it and spoken to other females, older than I, and I understand. That is why I am concerned that, that—”
“Spread your legs, Llianna.”
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Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
March 22, 2017
Taken by the Barbarian by April Vine!
Good morning! This hump day, I am thrilled to welcome the talented April Vine to the Brandon blog! She invites us to enter the pages of her sizzling new release, Taken by the Barbarian,
a science fiction and fantasy erotic romance!
In the book, and having spent her life confined behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could be kept safe and pure, twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent and naïve. She is also utterly unprepared for what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the barbarian ruler of the planet Sentara.
To her surprise, Saraska quickly discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall, handsome king is far from the ruthless savage she expected. His stern discipline and his bold, intimate exploration of her virgin body leave her quivering with need, and when at last he claims her completely his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure more intense than she could have ever imagined.
Though Saraska grew up believing her people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she has been lied to her entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her against Roark, will Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she has grown to love?
Publisher’s Note: Taken by the Barbarian includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Check out this hot excerpt from the book:
“What about this?” He licked her, a long slow lap the length of her breast up to the nipple. And again and again until she whimpered. “You don’t like that either? And this?” He opened his mouth on her nipple and sucked, drawing it between his tongue and his palate. The dizzying harsh pulls of his mouth were only compensated by the way he drizzled the wetness of his mouth all over her. “Should I stop, Princess?”
“No, no, don’t stop, not ever,” she panted. She was halfway delirious already. She could live off that sensation, she decided. She could become a slave to it, she concluded. But words failed her, she only whimpered and gave herself to him.
His hand drifted down her naked thigh. Intuitively, she knew he would seek the place between her legs. But she couldn’t let him touch her there, not after her findings. She squashed her thighs together with all her might.
“Open your legs, Princess.”
“I can’t… Please, don’t make me… bad, horrible things can still happen to you if you continue to touch my forbidden place. There are no guarantees. And already I think there is something wrong with me.”
“Is that what those priestesses of yours said would happen?”
“Yes, and I don’t think you should touch me there anymore. If you value yourself—”
“I am an Alien Warlord; I don’t follow your priestess’s rules, Princess. Now part your legs.”
Saraska shook her head and bit her lip. She would not be responsible for anything that could happen to him. He might defy her priestesses and come out well enough, but she had that other matter to think about. The same thing that happened every time before she was with him was happening now. She could actually feel her wetness moistening her thighs.
“There is something wrong with me—” she squeaked.
His thick silky brows dipped in his frown. Heat filled out all over her skin but she would rather expire than let him feel how wet she had become.
“Open your legs,” he instructed again, this time without patience.
Holding her gaze hostage, he slapped her thigh with such a whipping crack, it shook her to her core and only served to make her wetter. “Spread your thighs for me at once, girl.”
Scrunching her eyes shut, she let her legs fell apart.
She screamed internally at the unfairness that she had no palpable defense against him, as if her mind and body refused to work in accordance. But those same screams inside her turned into wild gasps as he ran his fingers down her female flesh, feeling every part of her, emphasizing exactly how wet she was by the way he glided over her and slightly into her. He then examined his fingers, rubbing the silky substances between his fingers.
“There is nothing wrong with you. You are hot and wet because you like me touching you with my hands and mouth,” he said softly and sucked his glistening fingers. Saraska could not utter a single word at his action—the tingling sparks he ignited transformed into flames. He made it sound as if it weren’t a bad and horrible thing. In fact, he looked pleased.
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Happy reading everyone!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
a science fiction and fantasy erotic romance!In the book, and having spent her life confined behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could be kept safe and pure, twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent and naïve. She is also utterly unprepared for what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the barbarian ruler of the planet Sentara.
To her surprise, Saraska quickly discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall, handsome king is far from the ruthless savage she expected. His stern discipline and his bold, intimate exploration of her virgin body leave her quivering with need, and when at last he claims her completely his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure more intense than she could have ever imagined.
Though Saraska grew up believing her people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she has been lied to her entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her against Roark, will Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she has grown to love?
Publisher’s Note: Taken by the Barbarian includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Check out this hot excerpt from the book:
“What about this?” He licked her, a long slow lap the length of her breast up to the nipple. And again and again until she whimpered. “You don’t like that either? And this?” He opened his mouth on her nipple and sucked, drawing it between his tongue and his palate. The dizzying harsh pulls of his mouth were only compensated by the way he drizzled the wetness of his mouth all over her. “Should I stop, Princess?”
“No, no, don’t stop, not ever,” she panted. She was halfway delirious already. She could live off that sensation, she decided. She could become a slave to it, she concluded. But words failed her, she only whimpered and gave herself to him.
His hand drifted down her naked thigh. Intuitively, she knew he would seek the place between her legs. But she couldn’t let him touch her there, not after her findings. She squashed her thighs together with all her might.
“Open your legs, Princess.”
“I can’t… Please, don’t make me… bad, horrible things can still happen to you if you continue to touch my forbidden place. There are no guarantees. And already I think there is something wrong with me.”
“Is that what those priestesses of yours said would happen?”
“Yes, and I don’t think you should touch me there anymore. If you value yourself—”
“I am an Alien Warlord; I don’t follow your priestess’s rules, Princess. Now part your legs.”
Saraska shook her head and bit her lip. She would not be responsible for anything that could happen to him. He might defy her priestesses and come out well enough, but she had that other matter to think about. The same thing that happened every time before she was with him was happening now. She could actually feel her wetness moistening her thighs.
“There is something wrong with me—” she squeaked.
His thick silky brows dipped in his frown. Heat filled out all over her skin but she would rather expire than let him feel how wet she had become.
“Open your legs,” he instructed again, this time without patience.
Holding her gaze hostage, he slapped her thigh with such a whipping crack, it shook her to her core and only served to make her wetter. “Spread your thighs for me at once, girl.”
Scrunching her eyes shut, she let her legs fell apart.
She screamed internally at the unfairness that she had no palpable defense against him, as if her mind and body refused to work in accordance. But those same screams inside her turned into wild gasps as he ran his fingers down her female flesh, feeling every part of her, emphasizing exactly how wet she was by the way he glided over her and slightly into her. He then examined his fingers, rubbing the silky substances between his fingers.
“There is nothing wrong with you. You are hot and wet because you like me touching you with my hands and mouth,” he said softly and sucked his glistening fingers. Saraska could not utter a single word at his action—the tingling sparks he ignited transformed into flames. He made it sound as if it weren’t a bad and horrible thing. In fact, he looked pleased.
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Grab your copy of this exciting new release here:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Taken-Barbaria...
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Happy reading everyone!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
