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December 4, 2016
Sunday special with R.B O'Brien!
Welcome to this unique special Sunday post, showcasing the scintilating R.B. O'Brien, and her new boxed set of the delcicious, THE IMOGEN SERIES BOXED SET PART I
!
For the first time, the Imogen series; Captured, Corrupted, Conflicted, and Claimed can be read all together in one box set. This dark romance series follows the story of Imogen, who is captured and taken prisoner by the enemy on her wedding night as their war spoils.
Imogen is chosen by a high-ranking official, Erik, to serve him in every way. Controlling and compassionate at once, Erik warns her that in order to remain as safe as possible, he must learn her, her body, and instruct her on how to obey him, for her own good.
As her fate begins to overwhelm her, Erik wastes no time in the beginning stages to teach Imogen what she must learn to survive. His warnings of ominous consequences if she does not obey linger unrevealed, and both Imogen and Erik fight to remain in control of themselves and their emotional pull to one another.
Imogen's confusion grows, her feelings claiming and overwhelming her, feelings of lust and jealousy and anger and maybe even love for Erik. Claimed as his own, Erik tries to protect Imogen, but when another captive is put under his watch, Imogen realizes she doesn't really know Erik at all. And her defiance could cost her harm or worse--her life.
Read a tantalising teaser from Imogen: Captured:
You can call me Sir for now," he offered. "And I am not going to hurt you."
That was the second time he told me that he wouldn't hurt me. Could I trust him? Should I trust him? Why would I trust a man who had taken me prisoner?
When I was untied, he picked me up to carry me, naked and helpless in his strong grip. We went through what appeared to be a large compound. I couldn't believe my eyes. Women were tied up; some were being whipped, others fucked mercilessly. I closed my eyes as he carried me through the wails and moans. It was a mixture of torment and lust and sex and torture. Tears came uncontrollably again.
He took me outside. Many buildings surrounded the large, center compound. He brought me inside to one of them. It was warm and actually inviting. It was a small home in its own way. He placed me down on a soft, plush couch, exposing me fully. I shivered, even though the room was not at all cold. A fire had been lit.
"I do not want your first time to be painful, Imogen," he said bluntly. "I want to learn your body."
Oh my god. He was going to rape me. I was no longer going to be a virgin, and I was going to lose my virginity to this…this barbarian.
"Do I need to tie you down, or will you cooperate?" He spoke in a detached tone, but of course he did. I was his prisoner. He didn't know me. He certainly didn't care for me.
I had no idea what to say, how to respond. What choice did I have? He would do what he wanted, but he was asking, and I somehow felt my belly tighten. I was so scared and yet a part of me was aroused. It was so confusing.
"You hesitated again, Imogen." He grabbed my hand, and we left the warmth of the living area. He brought me into a bedroom, accented with red and cream colors, soothing. How ironic.
He led me further into the bedroom, and then turned me around to face him, the back of my legs against the side of the bed. I stood naked in front of him and looked down, humiliated. I had been fully washed and shaven by god knows who when I was unconscious. I felt tears burning my eyes again.
"You are truly beautiful," he said, catching me off guard, and I stopped breathing. "Your virginity would not last long here, Imogen. Trust me. It wouldn't be pretty if some of the other men found out. So I am happy to be your first. You will become my slave here. I can't very well have a slave without sex. And I can't very well control my slave if I do not know her body. Lie down," he ordered, but there was something kind in his voice. It was such a contradiction.
I didn't move. I wanted to run out of the room. But to where? No one to save me here. And much worse men lurked right outside the building. I shook.
"Now," he ordered again. This time kindness was no longer present in his voice. "Tonight will be about your pleasure, Imogen. After tonight, it will be about mine."
Grab your copy of the whole boxed set for just $1.99 today!
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LVXHFYV
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LVXHFYV
The books are free On Kindle Unlimited!
Get them now at this amazing low price, and make it a truly sinful Sunday!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
!For the first time, the Imogen series; Captured, Corrupted, Conflicted, and Claimed can be read all together in one box set. This dark romance series follows the story of Imogen, who is captured and taken prisoner by the enemy on her wedding night as their war spoils.
Imogen is chosen by a high-ranking official, Erik, to serve him in every way. Controlling and compassionate at once, Erik warns her that in order to remain as safe as possible, he must learn her, her body, and instruct her on how to obey him, for her own good.
As her fate begins to overwhelm her, Erik wastes no time in the beginning stages to teach Imogen what she must learn to survive. His warnings of ominous consequences if she does not obey linger unrevealed, and both Imogen and Erik fight to remain in control of themselves and their emotional pull to one another.
Imogen's confusion grows, her feelings claiming and overwhelming her, feelings of lust and jealousy and anger and maybe even love for Erik. Claimed as his own, Erik tries to protect Imogen, but when another captive is put under his watch, Imogen realizes she doesn't really know Erik at all. And her defiance could cost her harm or worse--her life.
Read a tantalising teaser from Imogen: Captured:
You can call me Sir for now," he offered. "And I am not going to hurt you."
That was the second time he told me that he wouldn't hurt me. Could I trust him? Should I trust him? Why would I trust a man who had taken me prisoner?
When I was untied, he picked me up to carry me, naked and helpless in his strong grip. We went through what appeared to be a large compound. I couldn't believe my eyes. Women were tied up; some were being whipped, others fucked mercilessly. I closed my eyes as he carried me through the wails and moans. It was a mixture of torment and lust and sex and torture. Tears came uncontrollably again.
He took me outside. Many buildings surrounded the large, center compound. He brought me inside to one of them. It was warm and actually inviting. It was a small home in its own way. He placed me down on a soft, plush couch, exposing me fully. I shivered, even though the room was not at all cold. A fire had been lit.
"I do not want your first time to be painful, Imogen," he said bluntly. "I want to learn your body."
Oh my god. He was going to rape me. I was no longer going to be a virgin, and I was going to lose my virginity to this…this barbarian.
"Do I need to tie you down, or will you cooperate?" He spoke in a detached tone, but of course he did. I was his prisoner. He didn't know me. He certainly didn't care for me.
I had no idea what to say, how to respond. What choice did I have? He would do what he wanted, but he was asking, and I somehow felt my belly tighten. I was so scared and yet a part of me was aroused. It was so confusing.
"You hesitated again, Imogen." He grabbed my hand, and we left the warmth of the living area. He brought me into a bedroom, accented with red and cream colors, soothing. How ironic.
He led me further into the bedroom, and then turned me around to face him, the back of my legs against the side of the bed. I stood naked in front of him and looked down, humiliated. I had been fully washed and shaven by god knows who when I was unconscious. I felt tears burning my eyes again.
"You are truly beautiful," he said, catching me off guard, and I stopped breathing. "Your virginity would not last long here, Imogen. Trust me. It wouldn't be pretty if some of the other men found out. So I am happy to be your first. You will become my slave here. I can't very well have a slave without sex. And I can't very well control my slave if I do not know her body. Lie down," he ordered, but there was something kind in his voice. It was such a contradiction.
I didn't move. I wanted to run out of the room. But to where? No one to save me here. And much worse men lurked right outside the building. I shook.
"Now," he ordered again. This time kindness was no longer present in his voice. "Tonight will be about your pleasure, Imogen. After tonight, it will be about mine."
Grab your copy of the whole boxed set for just $1.99 today!
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LVXHFYV
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LVXHFYV
The books are free On Kindle Unlimited!
Get them now at this amazing low price, and make it a truly sinful Sunday!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
December 3, 2016
Serenity's Key by Charlotte Hart!
Happy Saturday! This weekend I am showcasing the incredible, Charlotte E. Hart and her upcoming new release, Serenity's Key!
Serenity's Key is released on the 16th December., but you can pre-order this amazing conclusion now!
Amazon:
Https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N1LUVQK
Https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01N1LUVQK
iBooks, Kobo, Nook
Https://www.books2read.com/u/bw8NIO
Intrigued? As well you might be! Check out the blurb and teaser right here...
Everything changes in life, and Pascal Van Der Braack knows that. He knows the constant conundrum that taints and twists the rules. He’s usually the one who twirls them, effortlessly. But what he doesn’t know is how his last threads of sanity will weather this current storm brewing.
Lilah has lied.
Alexander has lied.
And Jon Innsbrucker has stolen his daughter.
All his hopes now lie with the woman who cheated him of love, a man who won’t tell him the damned truth while he smiles out his amusement, and his own sense of harboured self-reliance.
Games and manipulations - the highest order of any day’s pleasure, but not this time. This time war has begun and the clock is ticking down a death watch over his precious moments. Safety is key, and it begins the journey that takes him to a place he considers sanctuary. Rome.
Where will they all be at the end of the day? And who will love whom in this eternal quest for peace?
Lilah
Stretching my arms again, I stare out of the window and continue to watch the hotel across the road. I’m not really sure where I am, but it’s a small district on the outskirts of Berlin somewhere. An affluent one. There are only a few houses dotted around and they’re all ginormous, with ornate architecture and large gates flanking their wings.
The taxi followed the limousine all the way from the airport, and eventually I stopped it when I saw them pull up and walk into the Strazborg Excelsior, Roxanne carrying Claire.
It seems to be a complex of some sort, because I, too, am in the Strazborg Excelsior, but a different building on the opposite side of the road. Why it’s called Strazborg given that we’re in Berlin, I don’t know or care. I’m too tired to give a damn, frankly. All night on the plane, I watched them quietly while hiding behind my hat and trying to keep my eyes open. Then I kept my eyes firmly focused on the black limo as it travelled its way here, wherever here is. And now I’ve started my watch from this window, waiting for whatever fate befalls me because he asked me to come.
Serenity's Key is a continuation of Charlotte E. Hart's awesome The White Trilogy, but narrated from a different point of view. You can grab your copy of Seeing White
(the first in the trilogy) FREE right now! Check the links below:
Amazon:
Https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00PPZZGCW
Https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00PPZZGCW
iBooks, Kobo, Nook
Https://www.books2read.com/u/mgK76X
Enjoy all this hot reading matter, and have a very sexy Saturday!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
Serenity's Key is released on the 16th December., but you can pre-order this amazing conclusion now!
Amazon:
Https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N1LUVQK
Https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01N1LUVQK
iBooks, Kobo, Nook
Https://www.books2read.com/u/bw8NIO
Intrigued? As well you might be! Check out the blurb and teaser right here...
Everything changes in life, and Pascal Van Der Braack knows that. He knows the constant conundrum that taints and twists the rules. He’s usually the one who twirls them, effortlessly. But what he doesn’t know is how his last threads of sanity will weather this current storm brewing.
Lilah has lied.
Alexander has lied.
And Jon Innsbrucker has stolen his daughter.
All his hopes now lie with the woman who cheated him of love, a man who won’t tell him the damned truth while he smiles out his amusement, and his own sense of harboured self-reliance.
Games and manipulations - the highest order of any day’s pleasure, but not this time. This time war has begun and the clock is ticking down a death watch over his precious moments. Safety is key, and it begins the journey that takes him to a place he considers sanctuary. Rome.
Where will they all be at the end of the day? And who will love whom in this eternal quest for peace?
Lilah
Stretching my arms again, I stare out of the window and continue to watch the hotel across the road. I’m not really sure where I am, but it’s a small district on the outskirts of Berlin somewhere. An affluent one. There are only a few houses dotted around and they’re all ginormous, with ornate architecture and large gates flanking their wings.
The taxi followed the limousine all the way from the airport, and eventually I stopped it when I saw them pull up and walk into the Strazborg Excelsior, Roxanne carrying Claire.
It seems to be a complex of some sort, because I, too, am in the Strazborg Excelsior, but a different building on the opposite side of the road. Why it’s called Strazborg given that we’re in Berlin, I don’t know or care. I’m too tired to give a damn, frankly. All night on the plane, I watched them quietly while hiding behind my hat and trying to keep my eyes open. Then I kept my eyes firmly focused on the black limo as it travelled its way here, wherever here is. And now I’ve started my watch from this window, waiting for whatever fate befalls me because he asked me to come.
Serenity's Key is a continuation of Charlotte E. Hart's awesome The White Trilogy, but narrated from a different point of view. You can grab your copy of Seeing White
(the first in the trilogy) FREE right now! Check the links below:Amazon:
Https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00PPZZGCW
Https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00PPZZGCW
iBooks, Kobo, Nook
Https://www.books2read.com/u/mgK76X
Enjoy all this hot reading matter, and have a very sexy Saturday!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
November 30, 2016
Claimed by the Savages by Sara Fields!
It's hump day, and today I have the pleasure of hosting Sara Fields, and her recent hot release, Claimed by the Savages!
As an unauthorized third child, nineteen-year-old Aimee Harrington has spent her life avoiding discovery by government authorities, but her world comes crashing down around her after she is caught stealing a vehicle in an act of petulant rebellion. Within hours of her arrest, she is escorted onto a ship bound for a detention center in the far reaches of the solar system.
Soon after her arrival, however, Aimee is made aware that this facility is no ordinary prison. It is a training center for future brides, and once she has been properly trained she will be thoroughly examined and then offered to an alien male in need of a mate. Worse still, Aimee’s defiant attitude quickly earns her the wrath of the strict warden. To make an example of her, Aimee is given as a wife not to a sophisticated gentleman, but to three warriors of the planet Primorion.
Though Primorion males are considered savages on Earth, it doesn’t take long for Aimee to realize that while her new mates will demand her obedience and will not hesitate to spank her soundly if her behavior warrants it, they will also cherish and protect her in a way she has never experienced before. But when the time comes for her three dominant men to master her body completely, will she find herself begging to be claimed by the savages?
Publisher’s Note: Claimed by the Savages includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
These savages sound so hot, it's time for us to check out a spicy teaser from the story!
.....
Moist desire pooled between her legs, trickling down her thighs and she groaned as she unsuccessfully tried to squeeze her limbs together. Her chest heaved with arousal and their lips began to brush against the tiny hairs of her skin, igniting shivers throughout her body. Two of them kissed either side of her neck and the third began to caress her breasts, heavy and tight with her lust. Her nipples pebbled at his attention, hardening painfully as he took one and then the other in his mouth. Tongues swirled across her flesh and she arched into them. Hands stroked her aching buds, squeezing and pinching her nipples, while yet another grazed her neck and pushed up into her long dark locks. His fist tightened, pulling her hair back painfully, but she moaned at the feeling as electric desire shot straight to the bundle of nerves between her legs, already desperate for their attention.
The first voice that spoke was soft, almost sweet, making her yearn to please him in whatever way he demanded of her.
“I heard you were a bad little girl, kitten. And that means you’re going to be spending some quality time over my knee getting your bottom spanked until I decide you’ve learned your lesson.”
She moaned out loud, imagining her naked body lying over his thighs, his heavy palm spanking her bottom cheeks red for her disobedient behavior. Another voice whispered in her ear, this one gruffer, expectant of her immediate obedience.
“I told you to get on your knees and suck your men’s cocks and you failed to obey me. Instead, you’re going to get spanked by me too, only I’m going to use my leather belt on your naughty backside to teach you to never hesitate when I give you a command again.”
Her bottom tingled in anticipation of his leather lash and she whined with need for it. Her hips rocked, almost as if his punishment was already about to descend on her quivering, trembling cheeks. A third voice met her ears, low and sensual, yet full of confident promise. Her pussy ached to be filled by all three of them, one after another and she moaned, all her senses heightened to such a state that she didn’t know how much more she could handle without combusting in a never- ending orgasm.
“You denied me access to your body, gorgeous. I cannot condone such naughty behavior. I’m going to stretch that naughty bottom of yours nice and wide, then fill it with my cock. I’ll make you beg for me by the time I’m finished with you,” the third voice whispered into her ear.
.....
Grab your copy of this sexy sci-fi story:
Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LWKBMBV
Find out more about Sara Fields at her blog: http://mrssarafieldsauthor.blogspot.com/
Happy hump day everyone!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
As an unauthorized third child, nineteen-year-old Aimee Harrington has spent her life avoiding discovery by government authorities, but her world comes crashing down around her after she is caught stealing a vehicle in an act of petulant rebellion. Within hours of her arrest, she is escorted onto a ship bound for a detention center in the far reaches of the solar system.
Soon after her arrival, however, Aimee is made aware that this facility is no ordinary prison. It is a training center for future brides, and once she has been properly trained she will be thoroughly examined and then offered to an alien male in need of a mate. Worse still, Aimee’s defiant attitude quickly earns her the wrath of the strict warden. To make an example of her, Aimee is given as a wife not to a sophisticated gentleman, but to three warriors of the planet Primorion.
Though Primorion males are considered savages on Earth, it doesn’t take long for Aimee to realize that while her new mates will demand her obedience and will not hesitate to spank her soundly if her behavior warrants it, they will also cherish and protect her in a way she has never experienced before. But when the time comes for her three dominant men to master her body completely, will she find herself begging to be claimed by the savages?
Publisher’s Note: Claimed by the Savages includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
These savages sound so hot, it's time for us to check out a spicy teaser from the story!
.....
Moist desire pooled between her legs, trickling down her thighs and she groaned as she unsuccessfully tried to squeeze her limbs together. Her chest heaved with arousal and their lips began to brush against the tiny hairs of her skin, igniting shivers throughout her body. Two of them kissed either side of her neck and the third began to caress her breasts, heavy and tight with her lust. Her nipples pebbled at his attention, hardening painfully as he took one and then the other in his mouth. Tongues swirled across her flesh and she arched into them. Hands stroked her aching buds, squeezing and pinching her nipples, while yet another grazed her neck and pushed up into her long dark locks. His fist tightened, pulling her hair back painfully, but she moaned at the feeling as electric desire shot straight to the bundle of nerves between her legs, already desperate for their attention.
The first voice that spoke was soft, almost sweet, making her yearn to please him in whatever way he demanded of her.
“I heard you were a bad little girl, kitten. And that means you’re going to be spending some quality time over my knee getting your bottom spanked until I decide you’ve learned your lesson.”
She moaned out loud, imagining her naked body lying over his thighs, his heavy palm spanking her bottom cheeks red for her disobedient behavior. Another voice whispered in her ear, this one gruffer, expectant of her immediate obedience.
“I told you to get on your knees and suck your men’s cocks and you failed to obey me. Instead, you’re going to get spanked by me too, only I’m going to use my leather belt on your naughty backside to teach you to never hesitate when I give you a command again.”
Her bottom tingled in anticipation of his leather lash and she whined with need for it. Her hips rocked, almost as if his punishment was already about to descend on her quivering, trembling cheeks. A third voice met her ears, low and sensual, yet full of confident promise. Her pussy ached to be filled by all three of them, one after another and she moaned, all her senses heightened to such a state that she didn’t know how much more she could handle without combusting in a never- ending orgasm.
“You denied me access to your body, gorgeous. I cannot condone such naughty behavior. I’m going to stretch that naughty bottom of yours nice and wide, then fill it with my cock. I’ll make you beg for me by the time I’m finished with you,” the third voice whispered into her ear.
.....
Grab your copy of this sexy sci-fi story:
Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LWKBMBV
Find out more about Sara Fields at her blog: http://mrssarafieldsauthor.blogspot.com/
Happy hump day everyone!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
November 29, 2016
My Capricious Cowgirl by Maggie Ryan!
It's Tuesday, and you're desperate for another hot read, right? RIGHT! This week, Maggie Ryan joins us to tell us all about My Capricious Cowgirl!
In this exciting spanking story, Matthew Stone is a rancher who finds his greatest pleasure in working in the great outdoors, doing his part in building the Rose Ranch in the Oregon territory. He has watched his friends wed, and accepts their teasing about his confirmed bachelorhood. All that changes the day he is out repairing fences and looks up to see a horse jumping the railing, aware of how dangerous that is, as the last fence drops away. His warning does nothing to stop the rider, and a scream has him racing down the cliff, expecting to find the worst. What he finds instead is a small boy, clinging to a boulder while the river attempts to pull him away.
Sally Jefferson has just arrived in a strange place, and her young son Davy is the only person she knows there. Devastation and heartache have followed them as they braved the Oregon Trail, and she fears that, after surviving over two-thousand miles, she won't survive another moment when Davy's life is threatened.
The moment Matthew and Sally meet is like an echo of the storm that drove her from her home, as lightning seems to strike between them.
Matthew never expected to fall in love. Now he finds himself head over heels not only for Sally, but for a boy who doesn't speak and yet has stolen his heart.
Will Matthew be able to convince Sally that life can begin again? Will the fact that his very touch ignites her soul be enough to allow her to accept not only his love, but his discipline?
My Capricious Cowgirl is the fourth book in the Willamette Wives series about a group of pioneers who are building their dreams together and sharing in both the burdens and the joys. They are far more than friends… they are a family. Though this is the fourth book, it can be read as a standalone.
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, including spanking and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
If this sounds exactly like your cup of tea, then read this R-ratyed excerpt here:
.....
“Tell me why you are going to get a spanking.”
“You… you know why.” She had to clear her throat after the first word because it felt like it was beginning to close now that the time was here.
“You’ll always tell me anyway,” Matthew said. “There will never be a misunderstanding about what has earned you a trip over my lap.”
“But… it’s silly…”
“It’s necessary,” he corrected.
She shifted on her feet. Why did the question embarrass her so? And why did his voice, so calm, so deep have her bloomers dampening?
“Sally, answer the question. Why are you standing here, about to have your drawers lowered and your skirts lifted? Why am I going to spank your bare bottom until it is hot and hurtful?”
Oh God, she… she couldn’t even think straight and yet she managed to squeak out a response. “I was just scared!”
“You aren’t being spanked because you were scared, Sally. We both know that. If I have to list the reasons you were naughty, then I will extract an additional payment for my efforts. That payment will be extracted from your heinie with extra strokes. Would you like to try again?”
Swallowing hard, she closed her eyes but only briefly for the moment her lids shut, all she saw was herself, bare bottomed over his lap. “I yelled at both you and Davy. I-I accused you of awful things. I called you stup… I-I said some bad words.”
“Very naughty words,” he said and she had no choice but to nod.
“That’s right. You didn’t accept my repeated apologies, didn’t calm when I asked you to, didn’t speak to me as one adult to another with respect. Instead, you threw a tantrum, insulted my intelligence and spewed filth from the very mouth that I so love to kiss.”
Put in that context, she felt just awful, and yet she couldn’t deny the validity of his summary. “I-I really am sorry.”
“I’m very glad to hear that. All right, let’s make sure you will remember that you are.” He gave her hands a squeeze and then released them. “Remove your drawers, lift your skirt and put yourself over my knee.”
Her eyes flew wide. This wouldn’t be her first spanking but never in her life had she been instructed to… to actually not only bare herself but to place herself in position. No, the few times she’d pushed Tanner too far, he’d pull her down, lift her dress and pop her backside a few times. She could count on one hand the number of times he’d given her a bare bottom spanking and every single one of them had been only because she’d already been dressed in her nightgown!
“Sally, do you need me to repeat my instructions?”
“No… no, I just…”
“When you are being punished, you’ll answer with ‘no, sir’ or ‘yes, sir’.”
“Oh, yes, sir.”
“Yes you need a reminder?”
“What? Oh, no… I mean, no, sir…”
“Then please proceed.”
Feeling her face begin to burn, wishing it was night, that her shame wouldn’t be illuminated by the sun, she finally reached beneath her skirts and fumbled with the ribbon of her bloomers. Pausing, she looked at him. “Um, I wear the… the split crotch style. There’s really no need to…”
“Remove them, please, and hand them to me.”
She gave the ribbon a tug and took a deep breath, starting their descent with a gentle tug of her fingers at her waistband, the fabric fluttering down her legs to puddle at her feet. She didn’t even realize she’d accepted his hand for balance as she lifted first one foot and then the other until he released her hand. Bending down, she picked up the white cotton and stood, her face aflame.
“Fold them, please. You won’t be needing them for a while.”
What did that mean? Of course she’d be needing them! Deciding not to voice that thought, she carefully folded the intimate garment, praying the folds would cover the dampness she could feel in the fabric. Once the bloomers were folded as small as possible, she had no choice but to place them in his outstretched hand.
“Thank you, now lift your skirt.”
.....
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Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
In this exciting spanking story, Matthew Stone is a rancher who finds his greatest pleasure in working in the great outdoors, doing his part in building the Rose Ranch in the Oregon territory. He has watched his friends wed, and accepts their teasing about his confirmed bachelorhood. All that changes the day he is out repairing fences and looks up to see a horse jumping the railing, aware of how dangerous that is, as the last fence drops away. His warning does nothing to stop the rider, and a scream has him racing down the cliff, expecting to find the worst. What he finds instead is a small boy, clinging to a boulder while the river attempts to pull him away.
Sally Jefferson has just arrived in a strange place, and her young son Davy is the only person she knows there. Devastation and heartache have followed them as they braved the Oregon Trail, and she fears that, after surviving over two-thousand miles, she won't survive another moment when Davy's life is threatened.
The moment Matthew and Sally meet is like an echo of the storm that drove her from her home, as lightning seems to strike between them.
Matthew never expected to fall in love. Now he finds himself head over heels not only for Sally, but for a boy who doesn't speak and yet has stolen his heart.
Will Matthew be able to convince Sally that life can begin again? Will the fact that his very touch ignites her soul be enough to allow her to accept not only his love, but his discipline?
My Capricious Cowgirl is the fourth book in the Willamette Wives series about a group of pioneers who are building their dreams together and sharing in both the burdens and the joys. They are far more than friends… they are a family. Though this is the fourth book, it can be read as a standalone.
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, including spanking and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
If this sounds exactly like your cup of tea, then read this R-ratyed excerpt here:
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“Tell me why you are going to get a spanking.”
“You… you know why.” She had to clear her throat after the first word because it felt like it was beginning to close now that the time was here.
“You’ll always tell me anyway,” Matthew said. “There will never be a misunderstanding about what has earned you a trip over my lap.”
“But… it’s silly…”
“It’s necessary,” he corrected.
She shifted on her feet. Why did the question embarrass her so? And why did his voice, so calm, so deep have her bloomers dampening?
“Sally, answer the question. Why are you standing here, about to have your drawers lowered and your skirts lifted? Why am I going to spank your bare bottom until it is hot and hurtful?”
Oh God, she… she couldn’t even think straight and yet she managed to squeak out a response. “I was just scared!”
“You aren’t being spanked because you were scared, Sally. We both know that. If I have to list the reasons you were naughty, then I will extract an additional payment for my efforts. That payment will be extracted from your heinie with extra strokes. Would you like to try again?”
Swallowing hard, she closed her eyes but only briefly for the moment her lids shut, all she saw was herself, bare bottomed over his lap. “I yelled at both you and Davy. I-I accused you of awful things. I called you stup… I-I said some bad words.”
“Very naughty words,” he said and she had no choice but to nod.
“That’s right. You didn’t accept my repeated apologies, didn’t calm when I asked you to, didn’t speak to me as one adult to another with respect. Instead, you threw a tantrum, insulted my intelligence and spewed filth from the very mouth that I so love to kiss.”
Put in that context, she felt just awful, and yet she couldn’t deny the validity of his summary. “I-I really am sorry.”
“I’m very glad to hear that. All right, let’s make sure you will remember that you are.” He gave her hands a squeeze and then released them. “Remove your drawers, lift your skirt and put yourself over my knee.”
Her eyes flew wide. This wouldn’t be her first spanking but never in her life had she been instructed to… to actually not only bare herself but to place herself in position. No, the few times she’d pushed Tanner too far, he’d pull her down, lift her dress and pop her backside a few times. She could count on one hand the number of times he’d given her a bare bottom spanking and every single one of them had been only because she’d already been dressed in her nightgown!
“Sally, do you need me to repeat my instructions?”
“No… no, I just…”
“When you are being punished, you’ll answer with ‘no, sir’ or ‘yes, sir’.”
“Oh, yes, sir.”
“Yes you need a reminder?”
“What? Oh, no… I mean, no, sir…”
“Then please proceed.”
Feeling her face begin to burn, wishing it was night, that her shame wouldn’t be illuminated by the sun, she finally reached beneath her skirts and fumbled with the ribbon of her bloomers. Pausing, she looked at him. “Um, I wear the… the split crotch style. There’s really no need to…”
“Remove them, please, and hand them to me.”
She gave the ribbon a tug and took a deep breath, starting their descent with a gentle tug of her fingers at her waistband, the fabric fluttering down her legs to puddle at her feet. She didn’t even realize she’d accepted his hand for balance as she lifted first one foot and then the other until he released her hand. Bending down, she picked up the white cotton and stood, her face aflame.
“Fold them, please. You won’t be needing them for a while.”
What did that mean? Of course she’d be needing them! Deciding not to voice that thought, she carefully folded the intimate garment, praying the folds would cover the dampness she could feel in the fabric. Once the bloomers were folded as small as possible, she had no choice but to place them in his outstretched hand.
“Thank you, now lift your skirt.”
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Felicity Brandon
November 23, 2016
Liberated Heart by Measha Stone!
It's hump day yet again, and today we are joined by Measha Stone, and her newly released novel, Liberated Heart!
Kneeling before him, she found her freedom...
In the book, Erin’s life has crumbled. Not only has her fiancé run off with another woman, she realizes their entire relationship was a joke. After some soul-searching, and Googling, she jumps head first into a world that only existed in her darkest fantasies.
Bradley Sorenson has come to terms that he will never have a lasting relationship with a submissive. After all, no woman could see to his darker needs in the playroom and continue his brand of power exchange outside of it. But when Erin shows up at his BDSM club, looking for answers to questions he’s sure she doesn’t even understand, his resolve begins to weaken.
Bradley opens the door to this new world and escorts Erin inside, promising to show her everything she wants to see and more. But just as she begins to find contentment in her true self, she receives a letter that starts a chain of blackmail that could ultimately end her new relationship. Between the blackmail and her new self-awareness, Erin must fight the urge to creep back into the cage she’s so used to hiding in, and work to liberate her heart.
Now, brace yourselves... Here comes the sizzling little teaser from the book!
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“Yes. Sir. You would have insisted on coming with me, and I didn’t want that. I wanted to handle him on my own.”
Bradley could understand that. With all of the arguing with her friends over her state of fragility, he should have known she might want to take her ex on by herself.
“And instead of telling me that, in a respectful way, and not all this fucking defiance you’re showing me right now, you decided to take it all upon yourself to fucking decide what to do. Do I still have it right?”
She didn’t answer right away, she mulled it over. A soft blush crept over her face. “I didn’t think- “
“That pretty much says it right there, girl. You didn’t think.” He tapped two fingers to her temple. “Because if you had come to me and told me you wanted to handle him on your own, that you wanted to be able to do that for yourself. I would have fucking said okay. I may have waited outside the restaurant to hold you when you were done, or in case you decided you needed me, but I would have let you do that. You are not some helpless bird. You have two strong feet to stand on, I wouldn’t get in the way of that. But you didn’t give me the fucking choice. You made that decision for yourself and for me. You didn’t submit to my authority, or my rules. You did what you wanted to do and said Fuck you to me.”
His voice hadn’t raised at all, but her tears built up as though he had. “No, that’s not true, I didn’t think that.”
“As my submissive who makes the rules, me or you?” He held her chin between two fingers.
“You do.”
“As my submissive who follows the fucking rules?”
“I do.”
“And what happens to my little sub when she disobeys and lies?”
“I get punished.” She whispered.
“That’s right.” He let her go and stood to his full height and looked around the room.
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Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
Kneeling before him, she found her freedom...
In the book, Erin’s life has crumbled. Not only has her fiancé run off with another woman, she realizes their entire relationship was a joke. After some soul-searching, and Googling, she jumps head first into a world that only existed in her darkest fantasies.
Bradley Sorenson has come to terms that he will never have a lasting relationship with a submissive. After all, no woman could see to his darker needs in the playroom and continue his brand of power exchange outside of it. But when Erin shows up at his BDSM club, looking for answers to questions he’s sure she doesn’t even understand, his resolve begins to weaken.
Bradley opens the door to this new world and escorts Erin inside, promising to show her everything she wants to see and more. But just as she begins to find contentment in her true self, she receives a letter that starts a chain of blackmail that could ultimately end her new relationship. Between the blackmail and her new self-awareness, Erin must fight the urge to creep back into the cage she’s so used to hiding in, and work to liberate her heart.
Now, brace yourselves... Here comes the sizzling little teaser from the book!
.....
“Yes. Sir. You would have insisted on coming with me, and I didn’t want that. I wanted to handle him on my own.”
Bradley could understand that. With all of the arguing with her friends over her state of fragility, he should have known she might want to take her ex on by herself.
“And instead of telling me that, in a respectful way, and not all this fucking defiance you’re showing me right now, you decided to take it all upon yourself to fucking decide what to do. Do I still have it right?”
She didn’t answer right away, she mulled it over. A soft blush crept over her face. “I didn’t think- “
“That pretty much says it right there, girl. You didn’t think.” He tapped two fingers to her temple. “Because if you had come to me and told me you wanted to handle him on your own, that you wanted to be able to do that for yourself. I would have fucking said okay. I may have waited outside the restaurant to hold you when you were done, or in case you decided you needed me, but I would have let you do that. You are not some helpless bird. You have two strong feet to stand on, I wouldn’t get in the way of that. But you didn’t give me the fucking choice. You made that decision for yourself and for me. You didn’t submit to my authority, or my rules. You did what you wanted to do and said Fuck you to me.”
His voice hadn’t raised at all, but her tears built up as though he had. “No, that’s not true, I didn’t think that.”
“As my submissive who makes the rules, me or you?” He held her chin between two fingers.
“You do.”
“As my submissive who follows the fucking rules?”
“I do.”
“And what happens to my little sub when she disobeys and lies?”
“I get punished.” She whispered.
“That’s right.” He let her go and stood to his full height and looked around the room.
.....
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Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
November 22, 2016
Brace for Impact by Daryl Devoré!
This Tuesday, the Brandon blog is joined by Daryl Devore and her latest hot release, Brace For Impact!
What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for a rookie flight attendant and a sexy R.C.M.P. officer?
But Fate had other intentions.
After leaving a disastrous marriage, Paix Allcot begins a new career as a flight attendant. The romance of travel plus the desperate need to be on any other continent other than the one her ex is on seems like a dream job. For the first time, Paix is no longer a trainee and the passengers in economy class are under her care. Especially the handsome passenger seated in 36C.
Guy Lapierre, undercover officer, is following a vicious human-trafficker. He has little time for relationships. Too many innocent lives are at stake. But when the plane crashes and Guy is stranded on a tropical island, he is forced to work with Paix to survive until he discovers that the man he is tracking is Paix's older brother.
Can a pink bra and a hot night on the side of a volcano save the relationship and their lives?
This book sounds so intriguing! Check out the scorching excerpt...
Paix's moans mixed with the sounds of the rain on the roof and the crashes of thunder.
Reaching up with his right hand, Guy flicked her left nipple. Twirling it between his thumb and forefinger made her grind her hips on him.
She released his mouth, tossing her head back. "I'm close. Harder."
He shifted to try to rub her clit, but their position made it awkward. "Come on, Paix." Her chest heaved against his. Each thrust up made her breasts bounce. Every movement pushed him closer to an edge he didn't want to cross. Her grip tightened on his hair, her legs squeezed against him. He felt the first wave of her orgasm. She inhaled and arched her back. He slowed his thrusts.
"No." She shook her head. "Harder."
"Can't." He puffed trying to keep in control. "No protection."
"Please, Guy. Harder. On edge. Don't care. Please." She squeezed and squirmed against him.
His restraint broke. He drove his hips upward, slamming into her. The cabin walls trembled with each thrust. "Come on, Paix. Let it all go. Now. Ah!"
Pressure built then released with a powerful shockwave, which tore through him. The building groaned and shook. His knees threatened to buckle. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he lifted her then slipped out. Cautiously moving around the unfamiliar and dark cabin, he made his way to the small bed he'd noticed during one of the flashes of lightning. He lowered her onto it then snuggled against her.
She slipped her hand back and cupped his balls. He closed his eyes and shuddered. "I need to rest." She slid a finger back and forth. His gut clenched. "Message received, but I'm beat out."
"Just letting you know that was only the first course." She giggled. "And I know it's a cliché, but I think the earth really did move. I think we had an earthquake."
"You do know we're making love on the side of a volcano."
.....
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is still topping the Amazon charts! Thanks once again to you all for your tremendous and on-going support of the book!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for a rookie flight attendant and a sexy R.C.M.P. officer?
But Fate had other intentions.
After leaving a disastrous marriage, Paix Allcot begins a new career as a flight attendant. The romance of travel plus the desperate need to be on any other continent other than the one her ex is on seems like a dream job. For the first time, Paix is no longer a trainee and the passengers in economy class are under her care. Especially the handsome passenger seated in 36C.
Guy Lapierre, undercover officer, is following a vicious human-trafficker. He has little time for relationships. Too many innocent lives are at stake. But when the plane crashes and Guy is stranded on a tropical island, he is forced to work with Paix to survive until he discovers that the man he is tracking is Paix's older brother.
Can a pink bra and a hot night on the side of a volcano save the relationship and their lives?
This book sounds so intriguing! Check out the scorching excerpt...
Paix's moans mixed with the sounds of the rain on the roof and the crashes of thunder.
Reaching up with his right hand, Guy flicked her left nipple. Twirling it between his thumb and forefinger made her grind her hips on him.
She released his mouth, tossing her head back. "I'm close. Harder."
He shifted to try to rub her clit, but their position made it awkward. "Come on, Paix." Her chest heaved against his. Each thrust up made her breasts bounce. Every movement pushed him closer to an edge he didn't want to cross. Her grip tightened on his hair, her legs squeezed against him. He felt the first wave of her orgasm. She inhaled and arched her back. He slowed his thrusts.
"No." She shook her head. "Harder."
"Can't." He puffed trying to keep in control. "No protection."
"Please, Guy. Harder. On edge. Don't care. Please." She squeezed and squirmed against him.
His restraint broke. He drove his hips upward, slamming into her. The cabin walls trembled with each thrust. "Come on, Paix. Let it all go. Now. Ah!"
Pressure built then released with a powerful shockwave, which tore through him. The building groaned and shook. His knees threatened to buckle. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he lifted her then slipped out. Cautiously moving around the unfamiliar and dark cabin, he made his way to the small bed he'd noticed during one of the flashes of lightning. He lowered her onto it then snuggled against her.
She slipped her hand back and cupped his balls. He closed his eyes and shuddered. "I need to rest." She slid a finger back and forth. His gut clenched. "Message received, but I'm beat out."
"Just letting you know that was only the first course." She giggled. "And I know it's a cliché, but I think the earth really did move. I think we had an earthquake."
"You do know we're making love on the side of a volcano."
.....
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At the time of writing, The Viking's Conquest
is still topping the Amazon charts! Thanks once again to you all for your tremendous and on-going support of the book!Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
November 19, 2016
It's Alpha Week with Renee Rose!
This week, my Saturday showcase features the awesome Renee Rose, and her scorching hot, The Alpha's Promise
Check out the details below, including two truly hot teasers from the book!
A DOMINANT ALPHA. A TEMPTING HUMAN. AN IMPOSSIBLE ATTRACTION.
After one loser boyfriend too many, Melissa Bell swore she was done with bad boys, but when her ex puts her life in danger it is a buff, tattooed, dirty-talking alpha shifter who shows up to save her. More disturbing still, her rescuer makes it clear that he regards Melissa's safety as his personal responsibly, and defying his instructions soon earns her an embarrassing spanking. Though she should be furious, her body's reaction to the tough, handsome wolf's stern dominance demands more.
It doesn't take long for Cody to wish he'd never made an alpha's promise to protect Melissa, yet for some reason he can barely control himself around her. His inner wolf craves the beautiful human in spite of her snobbish attitude and constant sass, and when she is writhing over his knee, it is all he can do not to mark her and mate her right then and there.
Each moment he spends with the alluring, feisty girl only increases his hunger for her, but Cody promised himself long ago that he would never take a human as his mate. Will his pride push Melissa away forever, just when he realizes he can't live without her?
Publisher's Note: The Alpha's Promise is a stand-alone sequel to The Alpha's Hunger. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
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Excerpt 1:
“If you try to leave here, I’ll spank you until this perfect ass is red and your sweet little pussy is dripping wet.”
Pink stained her cheeks. Her exhale sounded shaky. She didn’t look at him, but remained in the position he’d put her, staring at the wall. The heady scent of her arousal told him he’d already achieved the second goal. And damn, he’d never wanted a human this badly before.
“Let me know when you want me to take care of that ache between your legs,” he murmured, then stepped back. “I’d be happy to bury my cock between those thighs and fuck some warmth into you.”
His taunt worked, because she drew herself up, yanking her hands away from the wall and spinning on him, cheeks flushed red. “Go to hell,” she huffed and marched right for the front door.
“Don’t do it,” he warned.
She took a final look over her shoulder at him and threw the door wide, taking off running the minute she stepped outside.
His inner wolf took over. Before he could rein himself in, he charged after her, vision domed, the thrill of the hunt upon him. No, the thrill of mating. In a flash, he was upon her, the animal in him roaring to…
Could it be?
Mark.
His inner wolf wanted to mate with her--permanently.
Somehow, he stayed in human form. He caught her. With one arm wrapped around her waist, his free hand ripped her skirt up out of the way and went straight to her core. Without any permission from his brain, his fingers rubbed her clit over her lacy panties while he carried her, kicking and struggling back into the house.
Excerpt 2:
“What happens to bad girls, princess?”
She answered with a moan.
He withdrew the fingers from her ass, but kept teasing her clit, using her ample natural lubrication to slick the way. With his right hand, he slapped her ass. “I asked you a question.”
“They get spanked!” she cried.
He chuckled. “Yes they do. Every time. And where do they get fucked?”
She moaned again.
He spanked again.
“In the ass! They get fucked in the ass.”
“That’s right, baby. Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?”
She whimpered. “No.”
He stilled the fingers on her clit.
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
“I thought so. It will teach you a good lesson. One you sorely need.”
He shoved his jeans off and lubed up his cock. “You want my cock in your ass?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know.”
“Yes, sir is the proper answer.”
“Yes, sir.”
He pushed the head of his cock against her anus. “Please put your cock in my ass and teach me a lesson.”
“No-o,” she moaned, squeezing her anus against the intrusion.
“Take it,” he ordered, adding a little steel to his voice.
....
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Have a seriously sexy Saturday...
Felicity Brandon
Check out the details below, including two truly hot teasers from the book!
A DOMINANT ALPHA. A TEMPTING HUMAN. AN IMPOSSIBLE ATTRACTION.
After one loser boyfriend too many, Melissa Bell swore she was done with bad boys, but when her ex puts her life in danger it is a buff, tattooed, dirty-talking alpha shifter who shows up to save her. More disturbing still, her rescuer makes it clear that he regards Melissa's safety as his personal responsibly, and defying his instructions soon earns her an embarrassing spanking. Though she should be furious, her body's reaction to the tough, handsome wolf's stern dominance demands more.
It doesn't take long for Cody to wish he'd never made an alpha's promise to protect Melissa, yet for some reason he can barely control himself around her. His inner wolf craves the beautiful human in spite of her snobbish attitude and constant sass, and when she is writhing over his knee, it is all he can do not to mark her and mate her right then and there.
Each moment he spends with the alluring, feisty girl only increases his hunger for her, but Cody promised himself long ago that he would never take a human as his mate. Will his pride push Melissa away forever, just when he realizes he can't live without her?
Publisher's Note: The Alpha's Promise is a stand-alone sequel to The Alpha's Hunger. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
.....
Excerpt 1:
“If you try to leave here, I’ll spank you until this perfect ass is red and your sweet little pussy is dripping wet.”
Pink stained her cheeks. Her exhale sounded shaky. She didn’t look at him, but remained in the position he’d put her, staring at the wall. The heady scent of her arousal told him he’d already achieved the second goal. And damn, he’d never wanted a human this badly before.
“Let me know when you want me to take care of that ache between your legs,” he murmured, then stepped back. “I’d be happy to bury my cock between those thighs and fuck some warmth into you.”
His taunt worked, because she drew herself up, yanking her hands away from the wall and spinning on him, cheeks flushed red. “Go to hell,” she huffed and marched right for the front door.
“Don’t do it,” he warned.
She took a final look over her shoulder at him and threw the door wide, taking off running the minute she stepped outside.
His inner wolf took over. Before he could rein himself in, he charged after her, vision domed, the thrill of the hunt upon him. No, the thrill of mating. In a flash, he was upon her, the animal in him roaring to…
Could it be?
Mark.
His inner wolf wanted to mate with her--permanently.
Somehow, he stayed in human form. He caught her. With one arm wrapped around her waist, his free hand ripped her skirt up out of the way and went straight to her core. Without any permission from his brain, his fingers rubbed her clit over her lacy panties while he carried her, kicking and struggling back into the house.
Excerpt 2:
“What happens to bad girls, princess?”
She answered with a moan.
He withdrew the fingers from her ass, but kept teasing her clit, using her ample natural lubrication to slick the way. With his right hand, he slapped her ass. “I asked you a question.”
“They get spanked!” she cried.
He chuckled. “Yes they do. Every time. And where do they get fucked?”
She moaned again.
He spanked again.
“In the ass! They get fucked in the ass.”
“That’s right, baby. Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?”
She whimpered. “No.”
He stilled the fingers on her clit.
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
“I thought so. It will teach you a good lesson. One you sorely need.”
He shoved his jeans off and lubed up his cock. “You want my cock in your ass?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know.”
“Yes, sir is the proper answer.”
“Yes, sir.”
He pushed the head of his cock against her anus. “Please put your cock in my ass and teach me a lesson.”
“No-o,” she moaned, squeezing her anus against the intrusion.
“Take it,” he ordered, adding a little steel to his voice.
....
Wowzer! You know you're going to want to buy this book? Grab your copy here: http://books2read.com/alphaspromise
***Sale! ***
The Alpha’s Hunger, Book 1 in the Alpha Dom series in on sale for just $.99 Nov. 21-28th. Grab the first story in this hot series here: http://books2read.com/u/m0zvA0
Have a seriously sexy Saturday...
Felicity Brandon
November 15, 2016
Early Sins by Jennifer Bene!
This hump day the Brandon blog welcomes Jennifer Bene, and her latest release, Early Sins!
There are some things in life that only a bullet will fix.
Before Camille Devereaux knew how to kill, before she could even hold a gun - she was a tortured girl with a dark past and only one purpose in life. To destroy the men who had taken her.
When she walked into his world Smith wasn't sure what to expect from the tiny, blonde waif - but it definitely wasn't the sharp-tongued anger eating her alive. Determined, beautiful, and destined for catastrophe if he doesn't intervene - Smith takes her in.
As he guides her deeper and deeper into a world of brutal training, bullets, and blood she discovers that this gun-toting, male model gorgeous, guardian angel of death might just be her only hope at vengeance. But their constant companionship is more than professional, and the tension between them is growing as fast as her skill, and there's only so much Smith can do to ignore his own feelings as Camille ticks off the names on her list one by one.
Discover the dark history that started the world of 'Dangerous Games' in this exciting, sexy, action-packed, erotic thriller that will keep you turning pages to find out what happens next!
Read this spicy excerpt right here:
“Like the view?” She peeked at him over her shoulder, and he spanked her, but she didn’t even flinch. Camille actually planted her hands on the wall and thrust her ass out further.
“Did you like that?” He asked and ran his hands around to her front, teasing her nipples until they grew hard against his fingertips.
“Yes…” she purred, bowing her back to press her breasts more firmly into his hands.
Mine.
The possessiveness he’d felt the night before when he’d seen that rich bastard flirting with her surged again, and he knew that now that he’d had her – there was no way he could let her go. Her age, her history, her steel inner core that made her impossibly stubborn and incredibly powerful, it was all just more of her, and he couldn’t get enough. “Have I mentioned that you’re perfect?” he spoke softly against her neck and he felt the shiver go through her.
“Once or twice since last night, but I’m far from fucking perfect.”
“We’ll work on your mouth.” He tried to sound stern, but it only worked because she couldn’t see the grin on his face.
“I can get on my knees again and you can work on my mouth all you want.”
There was no stifling his groan as he slid one hand down her belly between her legs, and when he swiped a finger between her thighs he found her soaking wet. “Do you want me?” he asked, and she shifted her weight from leg to leg, making her hips wiggle enticingly as he stroked her clit.
“Yes, Smith…” she whined and he chuckled.
“Alright, bend forward a little more.” His eyes roamed her curves, the random blossoming bruises that he’d likely put there, but they weren’t ugly, just testaments to her strength. Just another part of her beauty. C shifted forward and then he adjusted her hips and moved behind her. With all of the water it would have been difficult to enter her smoothly if she hadn’t been so wet, but with one thrust he was buried deep. Hot. Tight. Mine. They both groaned and she pressed back against him, so perfect, and he knew he was lost already. Her talented mouth, combined with too many years with absolutely no one, there was no way he’d have any control.
“Fuck…” Camille tightened down on him and rocked her hips forward and he growled and spanked her lightly.
“Be still and come for me.” Keeping himself still inside her he slipped his hand over her hip and brushed over her clit, when she jumped she gripped him again and he hissed air through his teeth. “Stay still.”
“I don’t know how the fuck you expect me to do that.”
“Because I asked you to.”
....
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Felicity Brandon
There are some things in life that only a bullet will fix.
Before Camille Devereaux knew how to kill, before she could even hold a gun - she was a tortured girl with a dark past and only one purpose in life. To destroy the men who had taken her.
When she walked into his world Smith wasn't sure what to expect from the tiny, blonde waif - but it definitely wasn't the sharp-tongued anger eating her alive. Determined, beautiful, and destined for catastrophe if he doesn't intervene - Smith takes her in.
As he guides her deeper and deeper into a world of brutal training, bullets, and blood she discovers that this gun-toting, male model gorgeous, guardian angel of death might just be her only hope at vengeance. But their constant companionship is more than professional, and the tension between them is growing as fast as her skill, and there's only so much Smith can do to ignore his own feelings as Camille ticks off the names on her list one by one.
Discover the dark history that started the world of 'Dangerous Games' in this exciting, sexy, action-packed, erotic thriller that will keep you turning pages to find out what happens next!
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“Like the view?” She peeked at him over her shoulder, and he spanked her, but she didn’t even flinch. Camille actually planted her hands on the wall and thrust her ass out further.
“Did you like that?” He asked and ran his hands around to her front, teasing her nipples until they grew hard against his fingertips.
“Yes…” she purred, bowing her back to press her breasts more firmly into his hands.
Mine.
The possessiveness he’d felt the night before when he’d seen that rich bastard flirting with her surged again, and he knew that now that he’d had her – there was no way he could let her go. Her age, her history, her steel inner core that made her impossibly stubborn and incredibly powerful, it was all just more of her, and he couldn’t get enough. “Have I mentioned that you’re perfect?” he spoke softly against her neck and he felt the shiver go through her.
“Once or twice since last night, but I’m far from fucking perfect.”
“We’ll work on your mouth.” He tried to sound stern, but it only worked because she couldn’t see the grin on his face.
“I can get on my knees again and you can work on my mouth all you want.”
There was no stifling his groan as he slid one hand down her belly between her legs, and when he swiped a finger between her thighs he found her soaking wet. “Do you want me?” he asked, and she shifted her weight from leg to leg, making her hips wiggle enticingly as he stroked her clit.
“Yes, Smith…” she whined and he chuckled.
“Alright, bend forward a little more.” His eyes roamed her curves, the random blossoming bruises that he’d likely put there, but they weren’t ugly, just testaments to her strength. Just another part of her beauty. C shifted forward and then he adjusted her hips and moved behind her. With all of the water it would have been difficult to enter her smoothly if she hadn’t been so wet, but with one thrust he was buried deep. Hot. Tight. Mine. They both groaned and she pressed back against him, so perfect, and he knew he was lost already. Her talented mouth, combined with too many years with absolutely no one, there was no way he’d have any control.
“Fuck…” Camille tightened down on him and rocked her hips forward and he growled and spanked her lightly.
“Be still and come for me.” Keeping himself still inside her he slipped his hand over her hip and brushed over her clit, when she jumped she gripped him again and he hissed air through his teeth. “Stay still.”
“I don’t know how the fuck you expect me to do that.”
“Because I asked you to.”
....
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Felicity Brandon
Her Drill Sergeant Dom By Katherine Deane!
It's Tuesday, and it's time for another hot recommendation for your sexy reading lists! This time we welcome Katherine Deane, and her Her Drill Sergeant Dom: A Military Romance.
Sounds hot already, right? Just wait until you read how hard basic training can get! USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane brings you a romantic suspense that will leave you gasping.
Twenty-four year old journalist Smyth McCullen is following the trail of a killer, right onto Fort Hancock Army training center. After two murders of young women just out of basic, both under the same drill sergeant, Smyth knows she must join the Army to unravel the truth.
Little does she know that Basic is dangerous in more ways than one. Protecting her battle buddy, working through sixteen hours of grueling training a day, and following a potential bad guy, is nothing compared to falling for a dominant, undercover drill sergeant.
Hunter Jones is undercover, looking into the potential murders under Drill Sergeant Cage’s direction. He’s been through many deployments, both public, and some not so public. He’s interrogated bad guys, fallen behind enemy lines, and is prepared in every way to act as a drill sergeant and save another potential victim. What he’s not prepared for is the sexy, young strawberry blonde who is definitely not eighteen.
As their attraction grows, they march one step closer to the end of the session, and imminent danger. Can Smyth find the killer in time? Can Hunter protect the next target, especially if it’s Smyth?
Lovers of steamy romance, hot military heroes and plucky heroines will adore Katherine Deane’s hot romantic suspense.
Her Drill Sergeant Dom is a fully written story with HEA and no cliffhangers.
Ready for a teaser? I know I am...
.....
“So. Let me see if I can take a guess.” He walked back in front of her, and watched her gaze as she followed him. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of green and hazel—they were even brighter right now. “You decided instead of getting some much needed sleep, that you would disobey the rules about activity after lights out. You took out your non-Army issued reading material, your flashlight, and snuck it into your bed. Is that right?”
She squeaked an un-intelligible murmur, and averted her gaze.
“You have been very naughty, Private McCullen. Tell me.” He leaned in closer and met her gaze. “What happens to naughty girls in the books you read?”
She sucked in a breath, and tensed her body, her eyes closed for a second as she shivered. “Oh God.”
“Tell me the truth. Please. What happens to naughty little girls who disobey in your stories?”
McCullen licked her lips and rocked back and forth before looking down the full length of his body. Her sudden inhale of breath preceded an awkward tilt of her pelvis when she saw his tented shorts. Her eyes met his, and she leaned in toward him, inhaling his scent. She broke contact first and looked at his chest. “I don’t know.”
“Do they get sent to bed without supper? Do they have to do extra work around the farm? How does the man punish his woman?” He shouldn't be doing this. Even if he had read the signs wrong, even if she wasn't who she said she was, it was completely irresponsible, not to mention a misuse of his authority. He should send her to bed right now.
“They get spanked,” she whispered and met his gaze again.
.....
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THANK YOU all again so much for reading and supporting my sexy Vikings!
Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
Sounds hot already, right? Just wait until you read how hard basic training can get! USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane brings you a romantic suspense that will leave you gasping.
Twenty-four year old journalist Smyth McCullen is following the trail of a killer, right onto Fort Hancock Army training center. After two murders of young women just out of basic, both under the same drill sergeant, Smyth knows she must join the Army to unravel the truth.
Little does she know that Basic is dangerous in more ways than one. Protecting her battle buddy, working through sixteen hours of grueling training a day, and following a potential bad guy, is nothing compared to falling for a dominant, undercover drill sergeant.
Hunter Jones is undercover, looking into the potential murders under Drill Sergeant Cage’s direction. He’s been through many deployments, both public, and some not so public. He’s interrogated bad guys, fallen behind enemy lines, and is prepared in every way to act as a drill sergeant and save another potential victim. What he’s not prepared for is the sexy, young strawberry blonde who is definitely not eighteen.
As their attraction grows, they march one step closer to the end of the session, and imminent danger. Can Smyth find the killer in time? Can Hunter protect the next target, especially if it’s Smyth?
Lovers of steamy romance, hot military heroes and plucky heroines will adore Katherine Deane’s hot romantic suspense.
Her Drill Sergeant Dom is a fully written story with HEA and no cliffhangers.
Ready for a teaser? I know I am...
.....
“So. Let me see if I can take a guess.” He walked back in front of her, and watched her gaze as she followed him. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of green and hazel—they were even brighter right now. “You decided instead of getting some much needed sleep, that you would disobey the rules about activity after lights out. You took out your non-Army issued reading material, your flashlight, and snuck it into your bed. Is that right?”
She squeaked an un-intelligible murmur, and averted her gaze.
“You have been very naughty, Private McCullen. Tell me.” He leaned in closer and met her gaze. “What happens to naughty girls in the books you read?”
She sucked in a breath, and tensed her body, her eyes closed for a second as she shivered. “Oh God.”
“Tell me the truth. Please. What happens to naughty little girls who disobey in your stories?”
McCullen licked her lips and rocked back and forth before looking down the full length of his body. Her sudden inhale of breath preceded an awkward tilt of her pelvis when she saw his tented shorts. Her eyes met his, and she leaned in toward him, inhaling his scent. She broke contact first and looked at his chest. “I don’t know.”
“Do they get sent to bed without supper? Do they have to do extra work around the farm? How does the man punish his woman?” He shouldn't be doing this. Even if he had read the signs wrong, even if she wasn't who she said she was, it was completely irresponsible, not to mention a misuse of his authority. He should send her to bed right now.
“They get spanked,” she whispered and met his gaze again.
.....
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Buy Now on Amazon - http://amzn.to/29atjbU
FREE on Kindle Unlimited!
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After a whole week at the top spot, The Viking's Conquest
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Hugs,
Felicity Brandon
November 9, 2016
Collared by Rayanna Jamison!
This week the Brandon blog brings you the talented Rayanna Jamison, and her latest release, Collared: Vegas Nights, Book One.
In the book, Diamond Barrett has spent the last four years hiding in plain sight, working as a show girl in Las Vegas, trying to forget the painful memories of her mother's untimely death. When the details of the gruesome accident finally surface on the morning of her 25th birthday, Diamond's pain leads her to a series of bad choices that result in the loss of her job.
Now what?
Paxton Donovan's very presence exudes dominance and captures the attention of everyone around him. He has spent years creating his brand as a business owner and professional dominant. There is no time for anything that interferes with the order with which he runs his business and life. Structure, order, rules, discipline. Business without pleasure. No distractions.
But nothing could have prepared Pax for Diamond as their two worlds collide and both of their perfectly ordered and quiet lives combust. Will their undeniable attraction and intense passion be worth the risk of pain and heartache as they shatter their safe lives?
Check out this super sexy excerpt...
“You need to remember your place,” he scolded, punctuating each word with a hard swat to her denim clad cheeks. “And, I am going to help you with that.”
With that settled, he let go of her arm. “Stay in position.” Reaching around her, with both hands, he found the button of her shorts, and released it, deftly sliding the shorts down to her ankles, and her panties with them.
She whimpered, softly, a guttural groan in the back of her throat. She knew that whatever came next would not be good, but she stayed in position.
“Put your feet apart, and grab your ankles.”
Pax stood back, watching as she followed his instructions, bringing her bits into full view. She had been waxed last week, and the results were something he would never tire of seeing.
She peered at him, glaring up from the space between her legs. Her expression seemed to challenge him. “What now?” she seemed to be saying.
“Patience, my little sub,” he purred, moving closer to her, so that she was back within arm’s reach, watching her face soften at his expression. Calling a sub, “sub” always seemed to hit that button, and he enjoyed watching them melt right before he claimed them.
He slapped her ass, watching with satisfaction as the skin bounced and reddened under the impact of his hand.
“Who’s in charge here, little sub?” he growled, nearly panting through his controlled arousal. He would play with her, and teach her a lesson, but there would be no sexual release for either of them. They were at her father’s house for God’s sake.
“You are, Sir” she squealed, as he pressed against her tightly puckered opening. Her face was flushed and she was biting her lip, as she tried to give up control, fighting her instinct to move away from his prodding fingers. He smiled to himself, recognizing the signs. She had never been touched here before.
“My little sub seems to be an anal virgin,” he teased, growing hard himself as he pushed his index finger past her tight virgin barrier.
“Yes, sir!” she squeaked out. “And I was hoping to keep it that way!”
Shaking his head, he chuckled deeply at her hesitancy. “That’s not going to happen, pet. There is no quicker way to remind a naughty sub of her place than by claiming her naughty bottom hole.”
He pumped his finger in and out slowly, watching as she struggled to hold position against this new violation. She was uncomfortable, sure, and sorry for her misstep, which was kind of the point, but her glistening pussy told the story the rest of her would never tell. She was horny as fuck. She didn’t want to be turned on with a finger in her ass—they never did, but she was.
“Naughty subs get their bottoms punished often, pet. Anal punishments are a powerful tool in my arsenal, as you will soon learn. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, and will train your naughty little hole to take more and more each time, and someday, you will take my cock here, and you will scream as I fuck your naughty little ass. It will happen, my pet. There’s no avoiding it. That day will come.”
.....
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Who is Rayanna Jamison?
Find out more about Rayanna at her author page:
amazon.com/author/rayannajamison
Enjoy your naughty reading... Until next time!
Felicity Brandon
In the book, Diamond Barrett has spent the last four years hiding in plain sight, working as a show girl in Las Vegas, trying to forget the painful memories of her mother's untimely death. When the details of the gruesome accident finally surface on the morning of her 25th birthday, Diamond's pain leads her to a series of bad choices that result in the loss of her job.
Now what?
Paxton Donovan's very presence exudes dominance and captures the attention of everyone around him. He has spent years creating his brand as a business owner and professional dominant. There is no time for anything that interferes with the order with which he runs his business and life. Structure, order, rules, discipline. Business without pleasure. No distractions.
But nothing could have prepared Pax for Diamond as their two worlds collide and both of their perfectly ordered and quiet lives combust. Will their undeniable attraction and intense passion be worth the risk of pain and heartache as they shatter their safe lives?
Check out this super sexy excerpt...
“You need to remember your place,” he scolded, punctuating each word with a hard swat to her denim clad cheeks. “And, I am going to help you with that.”
With that settled, he let go of her arm. “Stay in position.” Reaching around her, with both hands, he found the button of her shorts, and released it, deftly sliding the shorts down to her ankles, and her panties with them.
She whimpered, softly, a guttural groan in the back of her throat. She knew that whatever came next would not be good, but she stayed in position.
“Put your feet apart, and grab your ankles.”
Pax stood back, watching as she followed his instructions, bringing her bits into full view. She had been waxed last week, and the results were something he would never tire of seeing.
She peered at him, glaring up from the space between her legs. Her expression seemed to challenge him. “What now?” she seemed to be saying.
“Patience, my little sub,” he purred, moving closer to her, so that she was back within arm’s reach, watching her face soften at his expression. Calling a sub, “sub” always seemed to hit that button, and he enjoyed watching them melt right before he claimed them.
He slapped her ass, watching with satisfaction as the skin bounced and reddened under the impact of his hand.
“Who’s in charge here, little sub?” he growled, nearly panting through his controlled arousal. He would play with her, and teach her a lesson, but there would be no sexual release for either of them. They were at her father’s house for God’s sake.
“You are, Sir” she squealed, as he pressed against her tightly puckered opening. Her face was flushed and she was biting her lip, as she tried to give up control, fighting her instinct to move away from his prodding fingers. He smiled to himself, recognizing the signs. She had never been touched here before.
“My little sub seems to be an anal virgin,” he teased, growing hard himself as he pushed his index finger past her tight virgin barrier.
“Yes, sir!” she squeaked out. “And I was hoping to keep it that way!”
Shaking his head, he chuckled deeply at her hesitancy. “That’s not going to happen, pet. There is no quicker way to remind a naughty sub of her place than by claiming her naughty bottom hole.”
He pumped his finger in and out slowly, watching as she struggled to hold position against this new violation. She was uncomfortable, sure, and sorry for her misstep, which was kind of the point, but her glistening pussy told the story the rest of her would never tell. She was horny as fuck. She didn’t want to be turned on with a finger in her ass—they never did, but she was.
“Naughty subs get their bottoms punished often, pet. Anal punishments are a powerful tool in my arsenal, as you will soon learn. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, and will train your naughty little hole to take more and more each time, and someday, you will take my cock here, and you will scream as I fuck your naughty little ass. It will happen, my pet. There’s no avoiding it. That day will come.”
.....
Now do as you're told and grab your copy right here:
Amazon: goo.gl/5iHOmT
Amazon UK: goo.gl/kdUq7m
Who is Rayanna Jamison?
Find out more about Rayanna at her author page:
amazon.com/author/rayannajamison
Enjoy your naughty reading... Until next time!
Felicity Brandon
