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Lord Westbrook’s Muse by Etta Stark

Lord westbrook muse

 

The amazing Etta Stark is visiting on my blog today.  She is witty, humorous, and writes one heckuva great book!  :) (I really appreciate her kind words  about my first solo book. Welcome, Etta!)

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Hello! I am really excited to be hanging out on Katherine Deane’s blog today. I’m a huge fan of Katherine’s book The Coach’s Discipline (as you can tell by the rather over-excitable review on my blog).

Lord Westbrook’s Muse is my third book. All my books so far have been historical set in Victorian England (although I am about to buck that trend with a contemporary romance for the Corbin’s Bend series, which will be released in December). Lord Westbrook’s Muse is a sort-of-sequel to my previous book Lady Westbrook’s Discovery but not really. It contains members of the same family but you don’t need to have read Lady Westbrook’s Discovery first to enjoy it. It’s a stand-alone story.

Lord Westbrook is a stuffy Lord in a small English village in the 1870s. He is socially awkward and dislikes social engagements only attending them out of a sense of duty and because of the expectation that he should find himself a wife to be the next Lady Westbrook.

Everything is turned on its head when he meets beautiful, vivacious social reformer, Cass who is staying with his mother as a houseguest. When Cass suggests to Lord Westbrook that he punish her for some previous bad behaviour, he gives her a bare bottom spanking that leads to much more. The pair begin an amorous affair that breaks all the rules of decent Victorian society.

The snippet below takes place the day after their first lovemaking. They are meeting at midnight at Cass’s suggestion. Lord Westbrook needs to decide where to take it from here.

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All his previous sexual encounters before Cass had generally begun with a discussion about appropriate terms of payment. That clearly wasn’t going to help him much here. He had rather expected all his sexual experiences to follow a similar pattern of financial transaction until he found himself a nice compliant wife and then bedded her on their wedding night.

This … whatever he had with Cass was not something he had ever anticipated. Was it reasonable to assume that having suggested this tryst, she was amenable to the idea of having sex with him again?

Once they were inside, Lord Westbrook hastened to light the gas lamp. As he turned to face Cass in the dim orange glow of the room, he was utterly overwhelmed by her beauty. She had removed her cape revealing another of her fantastical aesthetic gowns. It was pure white in colour and belted in the middle with gold cord. With her beautiful features framed by a glowing mane of red hair, Cass looked like she had stepped directly from a painting by one of the pre-Raphaelite brotherhood. She looked like an angel. No, not an angel – an emissary of the Lord would not have had such a dark, wanton look in their eyes. A Greek goddess, perhaps. Or Queen of the Faeries.

Any thought of making conversation, any thought of doing anything other than taking her into his arms and bringing them both to point of ecstasy, fled from his mind. In a moment he was beside her – his body pressed up against hers, pressing her against the back of the door as his mouth hungrily sought hers.

Her lips responded beautifully to his own. Her passion was evident in the way she kissed him back, opening her mouth wide as he entered it with his tongue. He spun her round and begun unlacing the back of her dress which fell to the floor with the minimum of resistance. Her gloriously uncomplicated undergarments were divested in moments. He turned her round again to face him.

She stood before him completely naked. He gave himself a moment to look her over thoroughly, drinking in her magnificent beauty. Cass stood quietly in place as he looked her over proprietarily. She bit her lip and Robert sensed that the situation – standing there naked while he was fully clothed – was making her feel vulnerable. He decided not to question the thrilling sense of pleasure that he felt from dominating her in this way. They would both be naked soon enough.

“Come,” he said, leading her through to the bedroom.

 

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Lord Robert Westbrook’s life of responsibility and social obligations is turned on its head when he meets Cass, a beautiful and idiosyncratic woman at his mother’s garden party. Cass is a staunch supporter of women’s rights as well as an advocate of dress reform, rejecting the restrictive fashions of the nineteenth century.  In fact, Cass’s rebellion isn’t limited to her dress sense. She is also determined to experience the excitement and passion of a sexual liaison. Lord Westbrook, she has decided, is the very man she wants to seduce her. Meanwhile Lord Westbrook has determined that Cass requires some stern discipline.  The couple’s passionate and fiery romance breaks every rule of Victorian decency and kindles a love that neither Cass nor Robert were prepared for. However, when Cass’s secret past finally catches up with her, it seems that the couple’s happiness might be doomed forever.

 

 

Why should you buy Corbin’s Bend Season 2 now?

Hey friends! I am going turbo with this post, and haven’t even asked anyone’s permission to post this stuff.  I know! I’m taking a walk on the wild side.

I was going to wait a while longer before my first announcement about my best friend’s debut novel. But because of the awesome ‘early buy’ pricing, I decided to mention it now.  :)

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I am so excited about this season in particular (and I love the series so far!), because my best friend is publishing her first book!

I don’t know who was more excited to see her name on the new cover. (ok, probably her, but only by a little bit :) )

Look at this gorgeous cover!

A Brush of Violet

 

Check out the beautiful Colorado mountains and landscape. The purples and corals (cleverly done, since the MC’s name is Violet!).

The Female MC, Violet is sassy and gorgeous, and the handsome male MC, Charles, has a devilish, “I’m relaxed and in my element” grin on his face. :)

 

Ok, I had the honor and pleasure of watching this story unfold from the very beginning. I was able to beta read for Corinne.

Watching the story form through Corinne’s eyes, was amazing and quite entertaining.

Her artistry and colorful visualization brought everything to life for me.

She really pulled off an amazing story!

And have I mentioned yet – it’s her debut!

So yes, I am very excited for Corinne’s book to be released.

And right now, it is part of an “early buy” package deal on Blushing Books.

Through October 3, you can get the whole season’s nine books (Corinne’s is the 4th!) for only $29.99.

So anyway, watch out for this story. You’re going to love it. :)

And if you are already looking forward to the next season, you can still buy the whole thing at the special price until October 3.

:)

 

Updates, spankings and hot firemen :)

Phew, things have been busy for the Deane household.  Sorry, I’ve been kind of incognito for the past few weeks. But here’s a brief update :)

On the personal side:

I’ve finally gotten into a rhythm with the home and family stuff,

and

I celebrated my 16th anniversary with my husband a few weeks ago (and received the hardest, most awesome spanking EVER! Ok, more details another time, but suffice it to say it was much needed and well received :) ).

 

On the writing side:

I’m 7/8 (or maybe even 13/15) of the way through my first draft of a light, fun, spanking romance.

This one is about a small town girl and a hot fireman. :) Mmm, fireman

Eric might look something like this:

 

 

or this

That one was HOT, but maybe a little too pretty. Thoughts? :)

 

Cassie might look something like this:

 

or more likely, this:

 

 

This is proving to be a light, fun story with lots of mischief and lots of spankings. I hope to finish it (officially!) within the next month.

 

Next on tap after The Fireman Calendar are:

  • Morgan and Oz’s story (as a sequel to The Coach’s Discipline)
  • Cindy’s story (a sequel to The Winter Storm)
  • A paranormal (tons of action! Hot, young slayer and a dominant shifter :)) I’m probably the most excited about this one! Paranormal – and these specific characters- hold a very special place in my heart.

 

Anyway, that’s what is going on around here. (I call it ‘not so – controlled chaos’).

But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

:)

Stay in touch!

<3

 

Meet Brand New Author – Meredith O’Reilly!

little samanthas choice

I have brand new author, Meredith O’Reilly with me today. Since this is a new author showcase, we are talking real, you know, the behind the scenes stuff. :)

But don’t worry, we saved plenty of space for book talk. And there’s a great excerpt at the end of our interview.

So let’s jump in and talk with Meredith about her brand new Age Play story, and her feelings about being a published author.

:)

 

Katherine Deane: Welcome, Meredith! How are you feeling? Have you come down from the high yet?

 Meredith O’Reilly: Thanks for having me, Katherine! I feel really happy that people are liking Little Samantha’s Choice. While writing my story and even editing it, I wasn’t thinking about whether or not people would like it. Once it got published, I began to panic being hit with fears like, ‘Oh people are going to hate this, why did I write this story and have it published?! I just wasted Stormy Night Publishers time’, and then the awesome reviews started to roll in and I calmed down. J

Yes I have come down from the high. I started school on August-18th and that takes up 90% of my time, so I no longer have much time to think about how well my book is doing, working on my next one…
Katherine Deane: It sounds like you wrote it from your heart, good for you! What made you decide to write a book, and specifically, why AP?

 Meredith O’Reilly: I always wanted to be a writer. When I was in first grade, one of my classmates complimented a story I wrote, and from then on, I wanted to be an author. I wrote Little Samantha’s Choice, though because I had stumbled upon the age play genre and was…not happy with how many non-consensual stories there were. I decided that I wanted to write a consensual age play story to show readers that being in an age play relationship doesn’t have to be horrible.

 Katherine Deane: I’m actually very drawn to the idea of consensually done AP in a relationship. My full time responsibilities don’t often afford me the opportunity to let go and “play” very often, so I can definitely see the appeal in it. So am I correct in assuming that spanking romance was the next logical step? (btw, have I ever mentioned I am a HUUUUGE spanko? ;) )
Meredith O’Reilly: I chose spanking romance kind of on accident. So, as stated above, I wrote Little Samantha’s Choice to show readers that it wasn’t a scary type of relationship to have if that was your kink. As I writing, I realized that I was going to have to find a way for the Daddy to punish his little girl. I had read that a lot of Daddies in past books would spank their littles, plus I had already decided that if I was going to publish this book I would like to do it with Stormy Night Publications and I saw that pretty much all of their books had spanking scenes in them. So, that’s how Little Samantha’s Choice got spanking scenes in it.
Katherine Deane: I love spankings in stories. Punishment spankings are the best! Do you have a preference when reading or writing: discipline spankings, sexy spankings?

 Meredith O’Reilly: I’ll read pretty much anything. When writing, I’m the same way. I have three main W.I.Ps right now. One is another age play story. The second is a gay supernatural BDSM story, and the third one is a kidnapping supernatural ménage story.

Katherine Deane: Ok, since I am still new to the AP genre, please explain the dynamic in your story. How do you distinguish time between Daddy/little girl time and Husband/wife time?

Meredith O’Reilly: I make this distinguish as a very important thing in Little Samantha’s Choice. Jackson and Samantha have a talk after they play for the first time. Jackson says when they are playing and she’s acting as his little, he will not touch her sexually at all. Once they go back to their husband/wife relationship, then they act as a regular couple. Not all age play authors do that, which is fine. But, for me, when I imagine a Daddy/little girl relationship, the Daddy shouldn’t be touching his little girl sexually. Side note, I also make it a big deal that this relationship is completely consensual. If Samantha truly didn’t want to do something when she was acting as a little, then she wouldn’t have to.

Katherine Deane: I like the lines you have drawn. Do you have plans for a sequel?

 Meredith O’Reilly: I do have a plan for a sequel! In fact, I just finished the rough draft of it. Hopefully, I’ll be able to finish it in a couple of weeks and send it off to see if it will get published or not!

Katherine Deane: That’s fantastic! Congratulations! With as well as your first one is doing, I’m sure you will have no problem publishing your second one. :)

Thanks again for chatting with me today, and congratulations on your debut book!
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Excerpt :

“You ready to talk about what is going on inside that head of yours, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Now, why don’t you start at the beginning? Maybe by telling me that, it will help you feel better.”

“Okay. So, I guess as you know, before you told me about your fetish, I could tell that you were hiding something from me. I knew that you were never fully happy with our marriage. I promised myself that I was going to get to the bottom of it the weekend that I came home sick. Then, I did end up finding out what you weren’t telling me when I woke up in a pair of footie pajamas and a diaper.”

“How did you feel then?” he asked, rubbing long strokes up and down my back.

“Confused. Angry. I was upset that you kept something from me for so long. On the other hand though, I was looking back at when I had been sick and obviously, I remember feeling sick, but I also felt cherished and safe. You took such good care of me. A part of me… well… a part of me… liked it.”

“And you thought that was wrong?”

“Yes. I asked you to give me some time to process everything, and you did. I was thankful for that. Then you went on that business trip and I decided to search the house because I wanted to know where you kept all of the baby items, because I had never seen them before. That’s when I found the nursery. When I found the nursery, I was speechless. I couldn’t believe that you would keep a room like that in our house and I especially could not believe that I did not know about it for so long.”

I paused, remembering that day. It felt like it had happened a million years ago, yet it really only happened a few months ago. I still remembered the shock I’d felt at finding that room. I looked up at Jackson, and he looked like he was hanging onto my every word.

“I started to go through all the items in the nursery, and when I saw the diapers, I was terrified. Then I saw the dollhouse and all of the dolls, and I remembered how my mom had thrown them out when I was a kid. So, I started to warm up to the nursery a little. Then I saw Molly, and I was sold. I had always wanted an American Girl Doll, and I finally had one. It didn’t matter to me at the time that I was too old for her… you know, it doesn’t matter to me now either. I love my Molly doll,” I said, giving her a hug.

I realized then what I said was the truth. I no longer cared that I was twenty-five and enjoyed playing with my American Girl Doll. I never got to have one as a child, and I wasn’t going to not play with her now just because society decided that I was too old to play with a doll.

“I’m glad that you love her. I knew that you would. So, getting back on track, I came home the next morning and found you.”

I chuckled. “Yes, you did. I was so scared that you were going to force me to play along with you in this lifestyle. But, you didn’t. Instead, remember, we talked out the rules and that was the first weekend that I was your little girl.”

“How did you feel about that?”

“Being your little girl for the first time?”

“Yes.”

“Well, like I said before, a part of me liked it. It was so peaceful to let my Daddy decide what I was going to do, and I didn’t have to worry about anything. Another part of me, though, kept telling me that I was a freak for playing along with your fantasy.”

This was the hard part for me. It was one thing to have these thoughts inside my head, but it was another thing to voice them. I looked up at Jackson again, and he smiled encouragingly at me to continue.

“Then another part of me just wanted to please you. I saw that look that you got in your eyes when I called you Daddy or when I did something you liked. That made me happy, and it made me want to continue behaving as a little girl would so I could continue to see that look on your face.”

“Is that how you felt the entire time that we role played? Like you were a freak?”

“Kind of. I mean a part of me, yes, does think that you and I are freaks for role playing like this. But another part of me—the part that enjoyed being your little girl—just started to grow. I started looking forward to the weekends because I knew that it was my time to relax and it was a time that I could fulfill your every need. That made me happy, and I really like making you happy.”

I didn’t look up at Jackson this time. I didn’t know how he would react to my thinking that we were freaks for role playing.

“Sweetie, I’m glad that you liked role playing, but the whole point of doing it is so both partners can make the other happy. If you were only role playing to make me happy and at the same time you felt like a freak while role playing, it doesn’t sound like you were happy during this entire time.”

“It made me happy too! I’m just saying that I liked making you happy.”

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Blurb:

After twenty-five-year-old Samantha Briggs leaves an initially minor sickness untreated, the illness worsens quickly and she ends up feverishly sleeping the weekend away. Her husband, Jackson, stays by her side and sees to all of her needs. But when she wakes up wearing a diaper and footie pajamas, she is furious. Jackson apologizes, but he does admit that he has always yearned to care for Samantha like a loving daddy.

 Samantha is shaken by this revelation, but after some reading and some thinking, she agrees to try being Jackson’s little girl. She soon finds herself happily immersed in a land of games, dolls, bedtime stories, and her daddy’s loving care for her every need. She isn’t sure how she feels about wearing a diaper, and she definitely doesn’t like the spankings she gets when she’s naughty, but the peaceful surrender that comes with being her daddy’s little girl makes her feel as though every stressful part of her life has been erased.

 Samantha and Jackson fall into a routine: she is an adult on the weekdays, and a little girl—and sometimes a baby—on the weekends. But when she slips up and embarrasses herself by behaving childishly during a stressful morning at work, she reconsiders their new relationship. Will she give up the lifestyle she’s grown to love so much, or can she come to accept that there is nothing wrong with choosing to be her daddy’s little girl?

 Publisher’s Note: Little Samantha’s Choice is an erotic novel that contains spankings, age play, anal play, elements of BDSM, sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Polygamy, spankings and a lover from the past- Rayanna Jamison’s The Prodigal Bride

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I am so excited to have Rayanna Jamison here, sharing her new spanking romance, The Prodigal Bride!

I absolutely love this premise-  a lover from the past, a reconciliation, and some naughty young women, conspiring against their HOH. :)

 I have not read a book about polygamy yet. But the idea (and this great plot!) intrigues me so much, that I have moved this to the top of my TBR.

Here is a  tempting little lead in, from Rayanna.

Enjoy!

:)

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Excerpt:

Hiram banged on the door to Josiah’s small house. “Josiah!” He bellowed, “Open up! I

just called the station, and they said you were off shift. I know you’re home, open up!”

He hesitated as he waited for Josiah to come to the door. He knew he needed to go home

and check on Lucy and deal with Phoebe’s text, and help with the younger kids, but he also knew he couldn’t go home in his current mood. He needed to blow off some steam first, and Josiah’s house was the perfect place to do that.

He raised his fist to bang on the door again, just as a very annoyed and sleepy looking

Josiah flung it open.

Josiah was shirtless, and his hair mussed from the pillow. He had a two-day growth on

his normally clean-shaven face. Hiram winced. He knew Josiah was coming off a long shift, and he had hoped to catch him before he went to bed.

“Hiram,” Josiah barked. “I just got off a twenty-four hour shift. Can we do this later?”

“No,” Hiram said darkly, as he shoved past his brother into the small kitchen and grabbed

a beer from the fridge, chucking the top off angrily.

He watched as Josiah squinted at him, looking stunned. Hiram knew his brother well

enough to know what Josiah was thinking. Hiram rarely drank, and was never one to help

himself to something that wasn’t first offered.

“Oh, I know what this is about,” Josiah said nodding. “Look, Hiram, I’m sorry, I had no

choice. I had to give her a ticket. She was speeding in a school zone!”

“Not what this is about,” Hiram growled. “I’ll deal with Phoebe later. And, I would never

be mad at you for doing your job.”

Josiah sighed, and grabbed himself a beer. “So then, what’s got you so upset, Bro? It’s not

like you. Is everything okay with Lucy?”

“She’s back.”

“She’s back? From where? Where did she go? Was it for treatment?”

Hiram frowned. He apparently wasn’t making any sense. He was all tied in knots from

seeing Sophia. “No, not Lucy,” he corrected. “She didn’t go anywhere. She’s at home in bed.

Sophia.”

“Sophia?” Josiah choked out staring at him slack jawed. “Sophia Randall? In Green

Valley? When did that happen? She hasn’t been back since…” he broke off, uncertain of how much to say.

“Since she swore to the bishop, and her parents, and the entire town that I was her intended husband, and then ran off minutes before the wedding, never to be seen or heard from again until today? You can say it, Jos, I remember all too well.”

Hiram tipped his head back, and drained the bottle of beer in two big gulps.

 

Blurb:

Sophia Randall had no intention on returning to her home in the polygamist community she grew up when she left Hiram Jefferson just hours before their wedding. Though she cared deeply for Hiram and his family, she was young and impulsive.

Ten years, two children, and one monogamous marriage later, returning to Green Valley after the death of her husband is the only option left.

Hiram was devastated when Sophia left him at the altar. With everything already on his plate– between his job as the district superintendent, his large family, and one sick wife, the last thing he needs is the headache of Sophia being back in town.

When his wives go behind his back and form an alliance with Sophia, what is left for him to do but show them the error of their ways with a little old fashioned discipline. But what will happen when he finds out the true reason Sophia left him in the first place?

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Tell Me You’re Mine – Taming Princess Anna, Sue Lyndon

 

Taming Princess Anna cover art

I am so excited to have in my hot little hands, this new Sue Lyndon book!!
Unfortunately, I got home too late to start it tonight, so I will have to wait until tomorrow. But after reading this excerpt, I am definitely going to have to do a bit of rescheduling. This one is HOT!

:)

Hi, everyone! A big thank you to Katherine for letting me visit her today! I have a new release out called Taming Princess Anna, a novella length fantasy romance with a medieval feel to it, and I’m here to talk a little about it and share a steamy excerpt.

When I’m writing a spanking romance story, of course I like writing the lead up to a spanking scene, as well as the actual spanking scene itself, but there’s a type of scene I enjoy writing (and reading) even more. Deflowerings! I love a good deflowering, with a nervous young heroine who has never even seen what’s between a man’s legs before, trembling and waiting to be taken, anticipating the pain but being pleasantly surprised by the pleasure that soon follows. Her embarrassment combined with her nervous anticipation always makes my pulse race, especially when she glimpses his manhood and stares wide-eyed, wondering how in the world that big thing will possibly fit inside her. I know it’s totally cliché, but I still love it.

 

Here’s an excerpt from Taming Princess Anna:

“I should spank you again for telling me a lie,” he said when he finally broke away and caught his breath.

She stared up at him, her chest heaving and her eyes wide.

“For what?”

“For claiming you’re not moist between your thighs. I can smell you, and it is intoxicating.” His words prompted her to renew her struggles and push against his chest, but he easily captured her wrists and held them captive in front of her in one hand. With his other hand, he reached beneath the layers of her dress and untied her drawers, letting them fall to her feet in a pool of fabric. “Now, let’s see just how wet you are. Spread your legs apart, Anna.”

Whimpers rose from her as she stood completely still, refusing to do as he asked. Bronson smacked the front of her thighs twice, until she finally obeyed and parted her legs for his examination.

“Good girl,” he said once she was spread to his liking. “Now hold this position while I see how wet you are.”

“Oh!” She jumped as his fingers glided along the lips of her slick mound, but she managed to keep her legs spread.

“Anna, your little cunny is soaking.” He slipped a finger inside her wet warmth, spreading her moisture around the insides of her lips and drawing it over her stiffened nub. Her whimpers turned to muted squeals, and he expertly circled her button while she leaned against the wall, no longer resisting his inspection. “I am going to take you here, Anna,” he said, moving a finger to her moist entrance and slipping inside her exquisite tightness.

“I . . . I . . .” Her words trailed off. She closed her eyes as her head fell to the side, and he took advantage to trail kisses up the hollow of her neck, all the while keeping a firm grip on her wrists.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me in bed, Anna, or should I tie you to the posts?”

Her moan, a moan of unadulterated pleasure, sent tingles racing up his thighs and tightened his groin. God, he wanted her. Not just her body either. All of her. He wanted to make her happy and see her eyes light up with love as she gazed at him. Yes, he wanted to press her down on the bed and have his way with her, but he also wanted her heart. Being in her presence calmed his soul. He felt like a weary traveler who’d been wandering for years but had finally arrived home. All the years he’d spent worrying about Anna faded as he kissed her and held her in his arms. She was so sweet, so responsive.

“I pr-promise I’ll be a good girl,” she finally said in between whimpers, moans, and kisses.

He urged her out of her drawers and pulled her dress over her head, tossing it to the floor as he looked her up and down, appreciating the snug, sheer chemise that revealed her curves and her peaked nipples. Bashfully, she peered up at him from under her eyelashes, her lips parted and her face flushed. As he guided her toward the bed, she halted and gave him a fearful look.

“Do not be afraid, Anna.” After a long, deep breath, she gazed at the bed, her face turning redder. “I-I don’t know what you expect of me, Bronson.”

“Relax, my sweet.” He cupped her face and kissed her again, taking his time as he explored her mouth and felt her melting into his body as he worked to rekindle her desire.

Once he’d kissed her thoroughly, he removed her chemise with a tug and stepped back to look up and down her shapely body. Her flesh was smooth and creamy white, though a spattering of freckles covered her shoulders. Her breasts were large and her dark pink nipples seemed to grow harder under his gaze. A slender waist and flat stomach tapered down to wide hips and curvy thighs. “You’re beautiful, Anna.” He gathered her close. “And you’re all mine. Say it. Tell me you’re all mine.”

Clamping her lips together, she shook her head and tried to back away. He frowned at her reluctance and knew she needed help surrendering to him. She’d softened each time he kissed her, and she’d let him touch her little cunny without fuss after he’d stroked her clit and given her pleasure. Taking pity on her nervousness, he cupped her center and ground the heel of his hand against her button until she moaned and grasped his shoulders for support. He stroked her, spreading moisture from her inner core all around her hardened nub but not quite touching it. Whimpers of frustration rose from her and she closed her eyes, gyrating her hips in an attempt to find the pleasure he was purposefully withholding.

“Tell me you’re all mine, Anna. Now.”

“I-I’m all y-yours, Bronson,” she gasped out between whimpers. Her face contorted as he finally pressed his thumb over her clit, drawing the moisture he’d gathered onto her pulsing button.

Perspiration beaded on her forehead and she let loose a deep moan, her hips moving steadily against his hand.

Bronson brought her to the peak of release but didn’t allow her to fall into it, instead jerking his hand away at the last moment as her moaning intensified. Her face crumbled and her eyes opened, and the urgent gleam in her gaze spoke of her desperate longing. Turning her around, he smacked her bottom twice.

“Get into the bed, Anna, and show me what a good girl you can be for your new husband.”

 

Blurb:

Princess Anna plans to flee the Kingdom of Iverson and start a new life across the sea, far from her cruel father and the unscrupulous cousin she’s supposed to marry. As her wedding date approaches, she escapes the castle dressed as a commoner, only to become trapped within the heavily guarded city walls. She watches the walls while biding her time on the streets, determined not to be found by her father’s soldiers. The man who captures her though is no soldier, and he doesn’t return her to the castle either. Bronson the Hunter finds the spoiled little princess easily enough, and his only concern is getting her outside the city walls before the rebellion against King Mendel is underway, a rebellion he’s played a crucial role in. The fighting starts as he whisks the unwilling princess across the island to Cimastown, where he orders her to renounce her nobility and marry a commoner—him. Princess Anna can’t believe Bronson the Hunter is the same servant boy she used to follow around the castle as a child. She also can’t believe that he’s grown into such a broad- shouldered, mountain of a man, or that he has no compunction about baring her bottom for a sound spanking when she gives him trouble, even on their wedding day. But just as she starts to find happiness with the firm handed husband who is determined to tame her, an old enemy of her father’s comes seeking revenge and threatens their new way of life.

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Her First Spanking- Call Me Yours, by Casey McKay

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I am so excited about Casey’s fun new book!!!

I just got it, and am starting it tonight. :)

I can already tell it is going to be lots of fun!!

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Thanks for letting me invade for the day Katherine! I brought a sexy excerpt I hope your readers will like. This is the first contemporary story I have written in a while and it always seems hard to write the spankings in without making the characters seem out of line. One way to make this a little easier is to have my heroine, Caitlin, interested in spanking. It turns her on, she can’t stop thinking about it, and while she wants Simon to spank her, she’s also really scared.

I tried to make that part as real life as possible. As someone who had the spanko thoughts and tendencies for such a long time without ever actually experiencing a spanking– I know what it’s like to be freaked out by the real thing. We always make things so much more intense in our minds, when in real life, especially for sexy fun, a spanking can be delightful ;)

Here is a scene where Caitlin is just figuring out there may be different kinds of spankings out there:

 

            He slammed her up against the wall as he flung the door shut behind them. He pressed his body into hers as he kissed a trail down her neck.

            “Mmm,” she moaned. “Am I still pushing your buttons?” She hoisted her legs up, wrapping them around his waist.

            He cupped her ass and carried her down the hall to the bedroom, dropping her on the bed. She let out a squeal.

            “Most definitely,” he answered her question. He slid first one shoe off of her foot, then the other, as his thumb brushed over the open blisters and cuts on her feet he shook his head. “What did you do?”

            “How do you do that?” She threw a hand over her eyes and laughed. Her voice was husky but a slight slur hinted at how much alcohol she had consumed.

            “Do what?” he asked as he assessed the more severe looking cuts.

            “You’re such a dick one second and then so sweet the next.”

            He looked down at her, unmoving, until she removed her hand from her face. She looked back at him with wide eyes.

            “You think I’m a dick?” He tried and failed to keep the mirth from his voice.

            She looked unsure how to answer.

            He kicked his shoes off and pulled his shirt over his head. “If I act like a dick it’s only because you are completely unreasonable.”

            “I am not!” she retorted as she tried to push herself up off the bed.

            He thwarted her efforts by grasping her ankles in one hand and lifting her lower half in the air. He cracked his palm against the seat of her jeans, though they were so tight he doubted they offered much protection.

            “Ow!” she yelled, but laughter followed in wake of her protest.

            “Let me show you how much of a Neanderthal I can really be.” He cracked his hand down again and she jerked her hips up trying to dodge his blow.

            “Simon,” she started.

            He spanked again, across the center of her ass. His cock throbbed thinking that he had just left a pink hand print across her ample buttocks.

            He brought his hand down again, he spanked fast, peppering her bottom in smart slaps.

            She wiggled and groaned.

            After a dozen spanks he lowered her legs. She looked up at him with wide eyes while she panted. “I’m sorry. That was mean of me.”

            He smiled down at her as he covered her with his body, pushing her higher up the mattress. “It was probably an accurate description.” He kissed her hard on the mouth and couldn’t stop his hands from wandering to the hem of her shirt, pushing it up.

            “Then why did you spank me?” she asked when he disconnected their kiss long enough to drag her shirt up over her head. He unclasped her bra and disposed of that as well.

            “Because you looked like you could use it.” He winked at her as she let her mouth hang open in surprise.

            He dipped his head down, capturing one of her nipples between his lips. He laved the bud into a hardened peak as his hand caressed her other breast.

            “Can I tell you something?” she whispered.

            He raised his head to look at her face. Her cheeks were tinged pink with arousal or embarrassment, he wasn’t sure which.

            “I’ve been nervous about you spanking me since that morning I woke up in your bed,” she said in a rush, then she squeezed her eyes shut.

            “Really?”

            “Yeah, but that wasn’t so bad. Amanda’s right, you really are just a big teddy bear.” She blew out a breath and looked back at him.

            He let out a slow ominous laugh, “Oh, honey, that was nothing.”

            “What?” her eyebrows raised up and she blinked at him.

            “I assure you, when I really spank you, you won’t be calling me a big teddy bear.”

            “Oh,” she responded and licked her lips.

            He lowered his head back down to her breast before he gave in and laughed at her reaction. He had just knocked her off balance and he was dying to know what was going through her head.

 

Call Me Yours Blurb:

Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He’s a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don’t take life seriously– especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon’s methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?

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