Jessica Brand brings her hot new BDSM, Laura’s Longing

This one sounds so sexy. :)

Excerpt:

As he caressed her butt, she tested her range of movement and found it was very limited. Her feet were not secured and were free to move, but with his strong hand holding her arms imprisoned against her back, she had little other movement available to her. Just as she was getting her thoughts together coherently, the spanking started again.

This time it was a little harder than before and he struck her in a different spot each time, gradually working his hands all over her ample butt cheeks. He watched as the skin beyond her panty line was turning a delightful shade of pink and when he paused again he could feel the warmth emanating from her skin. Drawing her panties up into the crease of her buttocks, he then continued with his hand.

By this time Laura was beginning to squirm against his thighs as the intensity got to her. Each swat reverberated through her whole pelvic region. In a reflex action, her feet were beginning to move with each swat. As much as she tried to prevent it, she found she couldn’t and she didn’t realize that in the process of responding to his spanks, she had slowly opened her legs. This time when he paused to caress her, his fingers drifted between her legs. With her panties pulled tightly over her sex, she felt his fingers brush ever so lightly along her labia. She knew she was literally dripping wet in her arousal but she didn’t care.

 

Laura's Longing by RR Greaves

 

Sales blurb:

A story of love and exploration. Laura is the quintessential all American small town girl, the vivacious cheerleader who is saving herself for the love of her life. Unfortunately the love of her life is the bad boy in town. Young love being what it is, she finally decides he’s the one to make her a woman and she develops a plan for her fairytale outcome. Unfortunately her fairytale turns into a horror story when she finds her beau, in flagrante delicto with another girl bent over the kitchen table.

In her anger and her grief she seeks solace from her closest girlfriend and after purging some of her pent up lust in the arms of her friend she decides the town is not big enough for all of them and moves to the city to make a new life. Accepting an offer of accommodation in Denver from a mysterious woman a few years older than herself, Laura soon discovers activities taking place in her host’s basement studio that defy Laura’s comprehension. Initially shocked at what she witnesses, her shock turns to arousal as she watches erotic games involving activities she had no idea were possible.

Determined to explore further, she convinces her host introduce her to this strange world of bondage and discipline where the lines between pain and pleasure are blurred, where being spanked could be erotic or agonizing, depending on one’s perspective. Her first experience convinces her she needs more and after unexpectedly meeting a new love, sets about introducing him to the BDSM netherworld. Ensuring he learns from experience, Laura is finally satisfied as their love is consummated in the erotic confines of her housemate’s dungeon.

It is not for the faint hearted as it takes the reader into the highly erotic world of consensual BDSM.

Purchase links:

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Author Bio:

Jessica Brand is a pseudonym for a writer based in Sydney, Australia. She has a number of books published under different pen names, all of them containing elements of BDSM, power and control. Much of what she writes about comes from her experience over many years, both as a Dominant and as a submissive and as her stories unfold you will find yourself “living” the scene.

If power and sexual control are not your thing, it might be better to seek your reading enjoyment elsewhere.

“Bound, Spanked and Loved” box set is LIVE! #LOVED2016

Woohoo, it’s live folks!

The hottest box set of the season is now available, and it’s only 99 cents for a little while longer.   The price goes up after Valentine’s Day.

This set has so many amazing authors, and something for everyone

Here’s where you can get this sizzling set of sexy stories. ( say that fast three times ;) )

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Scarlett Flame stops by with a Valentine’s romance

 A Valentine’s Bind

Here is my latest offering ready for a hot Valentine’s read

 

 

The Blurb

 

When University student Nicky Johnson decides to make an impromptu visit to a BDSM club with friends she get more than she bargained for. 
The alcohol fuelled evening finds her asleep on her sofa the next day, suffering from memory loss. 
But who brought her home? 
Dominant Dariel Pearson shows her that spanking and submission can be empowering. 
Will this be a life changing experience for Nicky? 
This New Adult contemporary romance is a steamy,sexy tale of love, dominance and submission.

 

 

 

Only 99p UK or 99c US

 

Excerpt

 

Chapter 1. 

 

 

Nicky

 

     I woke up slowly. Opening first one eye then the other tentatively. My head banging and my mouth felt like the bottom of a parrot cage. The need for food immediate and overpowering. The mantra in my head repeating over and over.

 I am never drinking red wine again. I am never drinking red wine again.

     Then, I spotted the open packets and containers of food spread across the coffee table in the living room. No wonder my neck hurt so much. Falling asleep on the sofa with my head at an unnatural angle will do that to a person.

    With a selection of leftovers heated up I began munching aimlessly. Trying to remember how I got home the previous evening. And, the twenty dollar question was “Who with?” I could hear someone coming through my front door with a key. But, I lived alone, and no one else had keys to my flat. Not even my family. 

I turned to look as the handle started to twisted, panicking as the door pushed open and in stepped a stunning man with dark brown hair. He was wearing, what looked to me like a Saville Row suit. His steely blue gaze connecting with my own slightly bloodshot pale blue eyes.

     Oh. Finally awake are we?” he remarked in a clipped accent as he walked in shutting the door carefully behind him.

     I attempted to swallow the mouthful of curry I was in the middle of chewing and began to cough violently. It had gone down the wrong hole and I was turning an unattractive blue hue.

     Reacting quickly he shot over and banged me on the back sharply three times dislodging the errant bit of curry. Which promptly shot out of my mouth, landing on the rug. Oh. My God. How embarrassing I didn’t have a clue who he was and this is how he gets his first glimpse of me. Eating warmed up curry. Looking like I had been dragged backwards through a hedge. Except, apparently this wasn’t our first meeting at all. He had a key to my flat and seemed to know his way around. 

     What on earth went on last night?

    Grabbing some tissues I cleaned up the mess on the rug and guiltily started to tidy up the living area. He grabbed my arm firmly, turned me to face him and commanded.

     “Stop that right now. We need to talk. Sit down there.” 

     He pointed to the sofa and I felt an overwhelming compulsion to follow his orders.

     “Right. Tell me what you remember from last night. The truth mind you. I won’t be lied to.”

     I opened my mouth, then closed it again. This happened a few times as I had no idea what did happen, how he came to have a key or even how I got home.

     “Enough of that now. You look like a demented goldfish, opening and closing your mouth like that. So. I assume from your body language and failure to respond that you haven’t a clue who I am. No idea what I am doing here or even aware of the fact I had to escort you home.”

     I nodded and shrugged. Not trusting myself to talk without making the situation worse. So. The “who” I came home with was revealed.

     “Well then. Perhaps introductions are in order. For starters I know a little about you already. Your name is Nicola Johnson, or Nicky to your friends. You are a student at Salford University studying sociology, who works in a bar in town part-time. Your parents live in Spain having retired recently. Are you sure you can’t remember anything about yesterday evening?” He quizzed. A stern look on his face.

    I stared at him and tried my absolute best to remember something, anything. He did look familiar but I couldn’t even remember his name, where we had met or what had led to us coming home together. He wasn’t even my type, which was the big shocker. He looked way to sophisticated for a piss poor student like me to snaffle.

     “Well…I remember your face. But, other than that it is hazy. I must have drunk way too much red wine last night to blank out the entire evening like this.” I replied.

     “Oh, petal I think the shots might have something to do with the memory loss. That, and the spliff I found you sharing with the guys that wanted to take you home with them. For a threesome as I remember rightly.”

 

 

 

xXx

 

 

 

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Adaline Raine stops by with her sexy new erotic romance!

I am so excited to have Adaline Raine visiting me today. This story sounds like so much fun. Hehe, I love the premise of this story. :)

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Excerpt:

Tristan took the pads of his thumbs to press lightly but firmly around her hips bones. Her career kept her scrunched over her desk for countless hours and was taking a toll on them. He gently caressed down and up but without a pattern.

Finally he moved all the way up to her temples. He was careful to use his ring finger, the one with the lightest touch, and finished there. “Are you completely relaxed now?”

“Yessir.” She blended the two words together, seemingly loopy from the blissful state he helped her get to. Gretchen blinked a few times to clear her head then cocked an eyebrow. “Can we have sex? I mean is it in the cards?”

“Why do you want to have sex?” Tristan watched her mull over the question and she looked confused. He was sure most couples who engaged in the sort of activity they just did would want to have sex but they weren’t most. Hell, they weren’t even a couple.

“Uh, well, why not?” Gretchen shrugged and did not elaborate.

“That’s another question, not an answer.”

“I just want to make you feel as good as I do.” She sat up slowly until she met his chest.

“There are lots of different ways you can make me feel good.” Tristan liked her consideration but he didn’t want her to feel like he was taking advantage of her. “What skills do you have?”

“I’m a writer, I mean duh you knew that.” She shook her head. “Uh, I’m really creative so I tend to do things most people don’t think of.”

“Are you going to write a story with me in it, enjoying myself?”

“Well, um, no.” Gretchen scooted a little closer. “What sort of things help you relax?”

“Rubbing you down ranks way up there.” Tristan ran his hand along her jawline. “But you seem to be focused on sexual things. Is that what you want?”

“It’s not about what I want anymore tonight. I’m sorry if I made it sound like that,” she sighed softly. “I am attracted to you.”

“Then show me just how much.”

“May I suck you off, Sir?”

Tristan felt his cock grow hard at the offer. He definitely would not mind her hot little mouth on him but then what? Her eyes finally won him over in the end. “Yes.”

 

Blurb:

Gretchen Williams had finally been offered her dream job. After years of writing—screenplays, various freelance jobs, and erotic spanking romance—one of her book series had been adapted for television. She had been over the moon at the invitation to join the crew on set and overlook day to day operations.  Of course she never expected to wind up as the whipping girl. The main actress balked at the idea of a hand coming anywhere near her perfect round behind, and after some deliberations Gretchen offers up her derriere for showbiz . She never dreamed her bottom would be on display for everyone to see, but the bigger problem is the sudden attention from the male lead actor.  Tristan Callahan knew exactly what he was signing up for when he accepted the contract for a one year term, tentative for a second season at best. The subject matter appealed to him for a variety of reasons, ones he kept to himself. Until Gretchen throws a temper tantrum like a true diva. He takes her in hand, right in her own trailer, proving that he’s been doing very little acting so far.  They embark into a secret D/s relationship.  When photos of them together at a local BDSM dungeon surface and leak to the media, they find themselves with tough choices to make. Will their relationship overcome the scandal or is Gretchen doomed to say goodbye to Tristan in true Hollywood fashion?

Publisher website: http://baronetpress.com/

 

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Find Adaline Raine at her blog: http://www.brattyadaline.blogspot.com

 

You can also find her on the following social media sites:

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Kathryn R Blake brings her “Lessons in Love”

I am so excited Kathryn R Blake is bringing her new story today! What’s not to love about a sexy millionaire that spanks? ;)

Excerpt:

(Not wanting to delay her release from the hospital after a three day stay, Pam opts not to take a shower. Feeling unclean, she tells Rob she wants to shower or bathe before she gets into bed. However, since she purposefully cut her palms just minutes before, Rob wraps her hands in plastic to protect them, then helps her undress for the bath he intends to give her.)

Pam rose a little unsteadily to her feet and stood before Rob. With a smile that was a blend of temptation and pure male satisfaction, he kept his eyes focused on her and rolled up his sleeves. Forearms bare, he fingered the hem of her shirt and raised it over her head with deliberate slowness, as if unwrapping a present. Once her top was removed, he bent and kissed her again.

Ignoring the rude rustling, she lifted her plastic-covered hands to twine them behind his neck, but he caught her wrists and lowered her arms to her side. “No. I’m doing this. Your task is to accept everything I provide while I discover what pleases you. You are not to move or speak unless I give you permission. Understand?”

Nodding her agreement, Pam stood obediently silent as Rob filled the tub. Steamy water billowed out of the faucet and within seconds the room was enveloped in a warm, mystical mist.

He returned to kneel at her feet and tugged at her bottoms. His fingertips traced along the length of her inner thigh as he drew the material toward the floor.

“Put your hand on my shoulder and step out.”

When her shorts were off, she stood in her bra and underpants and struggled not to wrap her arms about her like a shield.

“Since I’m already down here, I think I’ll remove your panties next.” When his long fingers stroked her waist, Pam drew in a sharp breath. But he continued as if she hadn’t moved.

A light stroke followed by a gentle tug and her underwear became a puddle of cotton on the bathroom tiles. His hands, however, remained poised on her upper thighs. Nothing was said, but Pam knew what he intended to do next, so she shut her eyes.

“No. Look at me. I want you aware for every second who is bringing you pleasure tonight. Later, we will need to address your issues, but, for now, I want you to keep your eyes on me when I touch you. Part your legs for me.” When Pam obeyed, he reached between her legs, and she jerked, but kept her eyes open for as long as could. A part of her brain scolded her for not being more embarrassed, but she enjoyed the sensations his stroking wrought far too much to let guilt taint them. When she released a soft sigh, he lowered his hands.

“So warm and sweet. I could spend the night exploring all your hidden treasures, but we have a bath to take.” Rising to his feet, he strode over to the bathtub and turned off the water. When he returned, he stood before her and reached behind to unfasten her bra.

 

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Blurb:

Pam Weston didn’t have many choices as far as employment went. Her prison sentence saw to that. With limited secretarial skills, and an even more limited budget, she never considered herself executive material. So, when she was ordered to report to the CEO of her company as his new personal assistant, she fully expected to be checking out the “Help Wanted” section of the paper before the day was over.

Robert Peterson knew his management style was not HR approved, but he believed in using the stick as well as the carrot. Employing the tenets of domestic discipline, he helped mold his personal assistants into confident women who recognized their own self-worth. Even so, his unorthodox methods were only one of the reasons many considered the position of his assistant to be a revolving door. To Rob’s mind, Pamela Weston was perfect for his purposes, though given her past, he expected convincing her to agree to his program would be a challenge.

Buy Links:

Blushing Books

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Bio:

Lessons in Love is Kathryn R. Blake’s sixth novel with Blushing Books, and fifth spanking romance where Domestic Discipline is primary to the plot.  Although Kathryn is relatively new to the spanking romance market, she is not new to stories where the hero spanks the heroine.  In fact, most of her novels have some sort of spanking in them.  However, even in Kathryn’s novels where the hero firmly believes in using spanking as a deterrent, he has no desire to cause the heroine injury and takes no delight in hurting the woman of his heart.  In fact, sometimes he finds it extremely difficult to follow through on his threats or promises.

To date, all of her heroes are dominant, alpha males who are extremely protective of the women they love.  However, part of that protectiveness includes the need for a certain amount of control.  They do not suffer defiance or disobedience lightly. Even so, these men aren’t infallible, and they do make mistakes, but love and respect will always triumph in the end.

Kathryn has been a member of RWA since the early 1980s and has joined several local and special interest chapters. Besides writing, Kathryn enjoys traveling, reading, attending the theatre, and is a passionate lover of animals, so much so that in 2015 a stray cat adopted her. The stray now sleeps in Kathryn’s bed.  She has also recently taken up the expensive hobby of making and selling jewelry.

Her personal website, http://www.kathrynrblake.com, is filled with photos and links to information about her many interests as well as peppered with quizzes, contests, games and lots of other fun things to do and she loves to hear from her readers, so she has an e-mail link at the bottom of every page.

Social Links:

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Twitter: http://twitter.com/KRBwrites

Blog: http://krbnaughtythoughts.blogspot.com

Website: http://www.kathrynrblake.com

Allison West stops by with a sexy Murderess!

Allison West is stopping by today with an excerpt from her sexy, dystopian story, The Murderess. This one sounds fun!

Excerpt:

Aaron slipped out of the room, leaving Celeste sound asleep on his bed. He needed someplace to think and that wasn’t in the palace with the girls sucking up so that they wouldn’t be sent away. Didn’t they know he’d spare their life? He had assured them that their future with him was always safe and secure, whether he was their prince or lover.

He trudged down the stairwell, a pair of keys in his hands. He made it to the bottom of the stairs, and with his hand on the door, he caught sight of his father at the opposite end of the hall.

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath, unable to get away without being seen. It wasn’t as though he didn’t have permission to leave freely, however, it had been frowned upon. If he wanted to leave the palace, he needed to take a driver and a guard or two with him. Aaron wanted neither of those to accompany him on his journey. Drivers and guards couldn’t keep secrets. He’d learned that in the past and wasn’t going to make the same distinctive mistake again.

the murderess by allison west

Blurb:

Women that leave the royal harem, cast out by a Prince of Brayleigh, are sent into the Courtesan Slave Trade. Prince Aaron wants nothing to do with his father’s dark dealings and sinister ways. Sneaking his beloved women away each month is a tedious task and poses great risk.

With no choice but to choose a woman to leave the royal harem, Aaron needs time to think. He evades the guards and his father’s clutches on an adventure outside of the palace.

Love blossoms and danger lurks as Prince Aaron is forced to return home. Can he disrupt the Courtesan Slave Trade or will the courtesans find themselves in a fate worse than hell?

A dystopian erotic adventure featuring a kick-ass heroine and a virtuous prince.

Courtesan Slave Trade is a spin-off series featuring Prince Aaron of Gem Apocalypse by Ravyn Rayne. This book begins two days before The Emerald Virgin. It can be read as a stand-alone but will be enjoyed even more by those that have read The Gem Apocalypse saga.

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About the Author

Allison is a sassy,
fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t
wait for her next vacation.

Allison writes
romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her
down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her
choose between the two, she loves them equally.

Allison West also
writes under Ravyn Rayne and Ruth Silver.

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Maryse Dawson visits!

My first experience with reading spanking fiction online, was on an awesome website called Discipline and Desire. Holy cow, I read for hours, every night, having all of my spanko buttons pushed by these lovely short stories. I had several favorites I always went back to. Maren, Nattie Jones, and Maryse were a few of them.

Well, I just found out the Maryse from Discipline and Desire is the Maryse Dawson, now publishing with Blushing! Jackpot! I can’t wait to share her with you!

(Oh, and if you ever want to check out that really cool website with lots of different stories to get you all heated up, check out the link.  :)  http://www.disciplineanddesire.com/

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EXCERPT:

Arabella looked down at the ring on her finger in a daze. She was now Lady Arabella of Terryn.

“My lady, I wouldst ask thee to bid thy father farewell, for we depart to Terryn within the hour,” said John, seated at the dais next to her.

Her face fell. “Today? Thou wouldst leave today, but I thought we would abide here for a few days at least?”

“Nay, wife. We leave for Terryn today. I will not dally.”

The word ‘wife’ sounded strange. “But I do not wish to leave so soon!” she protested.

“I care not. As my wife thou will do as I bid.”

Arabella stared at him. He was so curt and abrupt. To be parted from her father so soon was unthinkable. It would not harm him to stay a few more days. She set her face mulishly. “I will not go today!”

“Do you defy me?” His tone was sharp and a shiver of fear slipped down her spine.

She raised her chin and snapped. “Aye. I wouldst not part from my father this early, there are words I wish to say to him and I will not be hurried!”

He leaned sideways towards her and placed his mouth by her ear. “Thou art my property now and I expect thy full obedience. Thou will be ready within the hour or I will punish thee soundly for defiance.”

He leaned back and raised his goblet to her, taking a full swig of her father’s wine. She realized her mouth was hanging open. No one, apart from her father, had ever spoken to her in such a harsh tone, and she was more than a little shocked. Her father had married her to a barbarian! Without saying another word, she left the dais and stalked from the hall.

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Half an hour later, Arabella was still stomping around her chamber, getting more and more incensed with her new husband’s attitude. Wherefore didst he think he could treat her so? His property indeed! He had even threatened to punish her. What sort of husband had her father found for her? So what if he had wealth and lands. He could not treat her like this!

Mary entered her chamber carrying two large valises. “Lord John instructed me to bring these, my lady. He said to pack thy clothes as he wishes to leave shortly.”

“Oh, did he? Well he can think again!” She picked one of the cases up and stormed from the room, throwing it straight down the stone staircase. She went back for the other and was just about to launch it down the same stairs when Lord John came into view. He glared up at her, fixing her with such a dark look that she stopped immediately. Quickly, she ran back into her chamber, threw the case on the floor and slammed the door.

Mary looked at her in fright. “What is it, my lady?”

“Lord John doth come!”

Mary clapped a hand over her mouth and with eyes as big as saucers looked at the door latch as it began to lift. “My lady!”

Arabella tried with all her strength to keep the door from opening, but Lord John pushed it open with ease. He looked at Mary. “Leave us!”

She scampered out of the room and Arabella quickly went to run past her husband, but his hand snaked out and grabbed her. Slamming the door with one hand, he dragged her towards the bed.

“Thou thinketh to thwart me, wife, and ruin my plans. ‘Twill not happen!” He sat down and threw her over his lap. She struggled and kicked out but to no avail. She felt a cold draught as her skirts were thrown over her back and his hand quickly descended on both buttocks.

She shrieked and bucked to get away, but he was far too strong for her. He held her with ease and laid into her backside again and again.

“Thou willst not defy me! When I make a demand I expect it to be followed, dost thou understand?”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Aaaaoooow!” she wailed. “Take thy hands off me!”

“Nay, wife. Thou art mine and I will see thee brought to heel.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Oh, Lord. It hurt like the very devil. She winced as his iron-like hand touched her sit spots, blistering her bottom with heavy-handed swats. God’s bones, if this was how marriage to Lord John was going to be…she wished with all her heart to escape it.

When her bottom was well and truly on fire, he stopped and let her scramble up from his lap. She stood in front of him and hopped from foot to foot as she rubbed furiously at her skin to try and relieve the pain.

“Thou will be ready to leave within the next half hour or I will drag thee kicking and screaming without any baggage at all!” He stood up and with a warning glare left her alone to pack.

 

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BLURB:

Arabella Dufour had always loved Ulric Griffin but when she finds out his heart belongs to another; she tells her father that he kissed her, hoping he would have to marry her instead. However, her father banishes Ulric from the castle forever.

Several years later, Arabella’s father arranges her marriage to Lord John of Terryn, a knight she has yet to meet. He owns vast lands in the North and has enough wealth to keep her in the finest gowns but can she love another man when her heart still yearns for Ulric – her lost love?

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