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Hi Everyone! My name is Heidi and I hail from the beautiful city of Cardiff. When I’m not lost in a book you can find me crafting. I make cards, blankets, and just about anything else. I’m also a total film junkie, too. I love romances (obviously!), comedies and Disney films. My true passion in life, though? Reading. I love the way you can pick a book up and get immersed in it. While I read romance of all types, I especially enjoy menage and paranormal. I’m planning to blog most days of the week. It might be a cover reveal for an upcoming release I’m excited about or teasers. You’re most likely to find a review. Authors, if you’d like me to review your book, be sure to contact me!

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New Author Interview With Sahalie Blue

I recently had the pleasure of interviewing the lovely Sahalie Blue she is a new Spanktastic author which I know everyone will love as well as her co-author Mark.

 

KD:  What made you decide to write a book?

SB: While I’ve previously done professional writing for my jobs, it’s always been very easy for me to express my personal thoughts and feelings in letters and emails to friends and family. Writing romantic fiction seemed to be a natural progression from this. And now that I’m retired, writing provides a great motivation for rolling out of bed in the morning.

As for the book, A Sterling Maid for You, I’m a fan of Mark Sterling’s writing – I’ve read all of his books. And when he wrote a short story for his blog called Man of the House, it inspired me to write a short story I called Maid in a Tub. Next up, I wrote Two Maids and a Feather Duster and A Helping Hand. Mark added to all these stories and adeptly polished them up. He thought of the storyline for To Catch a Maid, and we both helped build it to its completion. And, viola, the book with its five short stories was done! It was a fantastic experience.

KD:  Why erotic romance?

SB: Well, I love to read erotic romance and envision myself in those scenes. Mmm! And I’ve always had a bit of a dirty mind.

My husband and I have been married a long time. Bless him, he doesn’t mind that I am writing sexy, spanking stories with another man. He thinks it’s great, and it helps to spice up our marriage, if you get my drift. {{wink}}

KD:  What are your favorite genres to read?

SB: Mysteries are my favorite, and I really enjoy classic romantic comedy. My favorite book is Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. I also like to read science fiction, and of course, a good spanking story.

KD:  Do you do any of the stuff you write about? 😉 (if too personal, feel free not to answer)

SB: My hubby and I do not live a D/s or DD lifestyle. But, I am the ‘Sterling Maid’ of my household, and I will admit to cleaning bathrooms in the nude just like one of the maids in our book does.

KD:  How long did this first project take from start to finish? Was it about how long you expected?

SB: After I read Mark’s Man of the House short story, I toyed with the idea of working on a maids story of my own. I didn’t start writing until a few months after his story debuted, but once I did everything fell into place quickly.

KD:  What was your favorite thing about writing your first book?

SB: I had a lot of fun. It was a great learning experience. For example, I did some background reading and research on FFM menages, which I utilized in Two Maids and a Feather Duster. I read how a British butler would properly cane an inept maid, which I ‘applied’ in A Helping Hand.

I thoroughly enjoyed re-watching the film, To Catch a Thief. Readers who are familiar with the movie might enjoy some of the references we included in our story, To Catch a Maid. This was truly my favorite part of co-writing the book.

I tried to make all the characters real. There is love and humor and, of course, sex and spanking in each story. Mark and I think there is something for everyone in this book, and I’m proud of all the stories.

KD:  What was your least favorite thing about writing your first book?

SB: Since Mark and I live on opposite sides of the USA, we must collaborate via email. Sometimes the ideas flow so fast that we pelt each other with messages. On those days I think it would be easier to co-write in person. Ahh, if only. I get tingles just thinking about personally recreating some of the spanking scenes with Mark. Readers demand accuracy, right? (hehe)

KD: What was it like coauthoring with Mark Sterling? (tell us something juicy, LOL 😉 )

SB: Mark has been very supportive of me. It’s a great process really, building off each other’s ideas. We are friends and are used to working together.

As I mentioned earlier, I’m a fan of his writing. So awhile back when he asked me to beta read his book Stranded With Charlotte, I jumped at the chance. Since then I’ve beta read and edited several of his books, and, I hope, have added a more feminine perspective to his stories. All of this has lead to our writing together and it feels seamless. When I re-read parts of the maids book, sometimes I honestly couldn’t tell you who wrote what.

I’ll tell you something funny – you know Mark likes to write himself as a character into several of his stories. Sterling Maids is a play, a joke really, on his pen name. In Man of the House, we created a house-cleaning company for his fictional wife Tanya. The fictional Mark makes an appearance in the other short stories in clever ways. Which leads me to…

Tell you something juicy – LOL – the fictional Mark and his fictional wife Tanya have some bath-time fun together in Maid in a Tub. I can assure you there was no rubber ducky anywhere in sight, although there was something else made of rubber close at hand…{{wink}} We both wrote that sexy scene.

KD:  What’s next ?

SB: Mark and I have completed the first draft of a sexy, spanky science fiction story tentatively titled, Love Under the Violet Crown. It’s a sequel to his book Love on a Forbidden Planet. We’ve talked about writing more books in the series and I truly hope this happens.

As for me, I have ideas for a contemporary romance and a western. They will both include spanking scenes, of course.

Thank you so much, Katherine, for interviewing me! It was a pleasure.

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The Velvet Chair

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The Velvet Chair is Book One in a Dark Erotica Series called ‘Velvet Lies.’

Blurb

My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on.

Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog.

I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle… for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.

Excerpt – Jennifer

sexy blond in beige silk dress sitting on the black armchairMy hands were visibly shaking. Flexing my fingers repeatedly, I tried to still the tremors, but they were not to be subdued. It was hardly surprising. Today was the day I walked up the aisle and married… a monster. I was under no illusions that Mark Matthews would forgive me for what had happened, and I could hardly blame him. He’d been manipulated and sexually tortured until he could take no more, and then he’d been neatly cornered. He might have agreed to my father’s demands, but he’d come snapping and biting, feral as a wolf.

I sighed. Today was supposed to be a magical day – every little girl’s fantasy. A gigantic cathedral, a sea of flowers, a big fancy dress, and the man of my dreams. I’d imagined it would be filled with tears of happiness and protestations of love. How stupid was I?

Inhaling a shaky breath, I wondered what Mark would do with me. Having always been the sacrificial lamb in this family, today I was being sent off to the slaughterhouse. When I’d mentioned this to Michael, I’d refused to call him ‘Dad’ a long time ago, he’d laughed and told me to stop being so melodramatic. As if that made me feel any better. Dear old Dad couldn’t care less whether I lived or died, so I didn’t waste my breath trying to plead with him. All I had to do was play my part in this charade and he would be happy. I needed to keep Michael happy at all costs. The trouble was, in order to play my part,

Matthews had to trust me, and I had a feeling that trying to coax that emotion out of him was going to be almost as impossible as trying to convince the Queen of England to relinquish her throne. Matthews wasn’t the sort to trust easily, and now that I had lost what little ground I had gained with him, I would be back to square one. Wrong, I thought grimly. I was going to be at least twenty stories below square one, trying to claw my way out with nothing more than my bare fingernails. Facing up to facts, I stifled a sob. The man was going to annihilate me.

Excerpt – Mark

As we pulled out of the Savoy’s car park, Jennifer was a mess. I had little sympathy for her. Each heartbeat that tore through my chest was full of fire, which spat sparks and burned like acid. I was sitting next to a traitor. My body throbbed with emotion, and not the good kind.

I had to admit the dress she’d changed into, just a tiny part of the massive trousseau that was now being shipped to my estate, was rather distracting. It was designed in a glistening oyster silk that caught the light every time she moved. It was seductive enough without the two splits that ran up the side of her thighs, and when she’d seated herself in my car, revealing a vast expanse of soft creamy flesh, my blood pressure had taken a direct hit.

My temper was already simmering in a large saucepan full of resentment, but that turned up the heat considerably. I did not want to be attracted to Redcliff’s daughter. I wanted to abhor her with all that was holy. Desire would weaken my anger, and that must not be allowed to happen. I needed to have a stern talk with my overactive libido and let it know who was boss around these parts.

Little did Miss Redcliff know, but she wouldn’t be requiring clothes for the duration of her stay. I would thoughtfully be providing her with all sorts of novel uniforms, and when she began to bore me, she could just go around naked. I’d decided to train her up to be a sex slave extraordinaire, and it was going to be an exacting and rigorous process. She’d be allowed six hours of sleep a day, and the rest of her hours would be accounted for. Cooking, cleaning, ironing, servicing me, pleasing me, attending to her own personal fitness regime, and some more ‘standard’ training sessions.

Failure to comply with her new routine would produce punishments the likes of which she had never experienced. After her first misdemeanour had been dealt with, I didn’t think there would be many more. I was in bastard-mode, and the girl was going to know about it. She had just become my property and I would deal with her however I saw fit. The mark of my ownership would be indelibly printed on her soul by the time I’d finished with her. The damn woman was going to fear the sound of my footsteps, her body would shrink away from me

every time I approached her and she would learn to obey my every whisper or suffer the consequences.

My lawyer had already drawn up two sets of papers, one for an annulment and the others pertained to our divorce. It would probably take all the fun out of the arrangement if Jennifer opted for an annulment, so I didn’t intend to scare her witless in the first few days, but I fully expected the divorce papers to be completed inside of a week. I just needed to push the woman to her absolute limit, and then smash her body into the next dimension. If there was one thing I was good at, it was psychological and physical torture. Okay, so that might be two things. In any case, I’d get those papers signed, sealed, and delivered back to Michael Redcliff before the week was out. Piece of cake.

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A little bit about C.P. Mandara:

aa112.jpgChristina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good.

In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

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The Velvet Chair is Book One in a Dark Erotica Series called ‘Velvet Lies.’


Blurb


My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on.


Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog.


I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle… for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.


Excerpt – Jennifer


sexy blond in beige silk dress sitting on the black armchairMy hands were visibly shaking. Flexing my fingers repeatedly, I tried to still the tremors, but they were not to be subdued. It was hardly surprising. Today was the day I walked up the aisle and married… a monster. I was under no illusions that Mark Matthews would forgive me for what had happened, and I could hardly blame him. He’d been manipulated and sexually tortured until he could take no more, and then he’d been neatly cornered. He might have agreed to my father’s demands, but he’d come snapping and biting, feral as a wolf.

 I sighed. Today was supposed to be a magical day – every little girl’s fantasy. A gigantic cathedral, a sea of flowers, a big fancy dress, and the man of my dreams. I’d imagined it would be filled with tears of happiness and protestations of love. How stupid was I?

 Inhaling a shaky breath, I wondered what Mark would do with me. Having always been the sacrificial lamb in this family, today I was being sent off to the slaughterhouse. When I’d mentioned this to Michael, I’d refused to call him ‘Dad’ a long time ago, he’d laughed and told me to stop being so melodramatic. As if that made me feel any better. Dear old Dad couldn’t care less whether I lived or died, so I didn’t waste my breath trying to plead with him. All I had to do was play my part in this charade and he would be happy. I needed to keep Michael happy at all costs. The trouble was, in order to play my part, Matthews had to trust me, and I had a feeling that trying to coax that emotion out of him was going to be almost as impossible as trying to convince the Queen of England to relinquish her throne. Matthews wasn’t the sort to trust easily, and now that I had lost what little ground I had gained with him, I would be back to square one. Wrong, I thought grimly. I was going to be at least twenty stories below square one, trying to claw my way out with nothing more than my bare fingernails. Facing up to facts, I stifled a sob. The man was going to annihilate me.


Excerpt – Mark

As we pulled out of the Savoy’s car park, Jennifer was a mess. I had little sympathy for her. Each heartbeat that tore through my chest was full of fire, which spat sparks and burned like acid. I was sitting next to a traitor. My body throbbed with emotion, and not the good kind.

I had to admit the dress she’d changed into, just a tiny part of the massive trousseau that was now being shipped to my estate, was rather distracting. It was designed in a glistening oyster silk that caught the light every time she moved. It was seductive enough without the two splits that ran up the side of her thighs, and when she’d seated herself in my car, revealing a vast expanse of soft creamy flesh, my blood pressure had taken a direct hit.

 My temper was already simmering in a large saucepan full of resentment, but that turned up the heat considerably. I did not want to be attracted to Redcliff’s daughter. I wanted to abhor her with all that was holy. Desire would weaken my anger, and that must not be allowed to happen. I needed to have a stern talk with my overactive libido and let it know who was boss around these parts.

Little did Miss Redcliff know, but she wouldn’t be requiring clothes for the duration of her stay. I would thoughtfully be providing her with all sorts of novel uniforms, and when she began to bore me, she could just go around naked. I’d decided to train her up to be a sex slave extraordinaire, and it was going to be an exacting and rigorous process. She’d be allowed six hours of sleep a day, and the rest of her hours would be accounted for. Cooking, cleaning, ironing, servicing me, pleasing me, attending to her own personal fitness regime, and some more ‘standard’ training sessions.

Failure to comply with her new routine would produce punishments the likes of which she had never experienced. After her first misdemeanour had been dealt with, I didn’t think there would be many more. I was in bastard-mode, and the girl was going to know about it. She had just become my property and I would deal with her however I saw fit. The mark of my ownership would be indelibly printed on her soul by the time I’d finished with her. The damn woman was going to fear the sound of my footsteps, her body would shrink away from me every time I approached her and she would learn to obey my every whisper or suffer the consequences.

My lawyer had already drawn up two sets of papers, one for an annulment and the others pertained to our divorce. It would probably take all the fun out of the arrangement if Jennifer opted for an annulment, so I didn’t intend to scare her witless in the first few days, but I fully expected the divorce papers to be completed inside of a week. I just needed to push the woman to her absolute

limit, and then smash her body into the next dimension. If there was one thing I was good at, it was psychological and physical torture. Okay, so that might be two things. In any case, I’d get those papers signed, sealed, and delivered back to Michael Redcliff before the week was out. Piece of cake.

 

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A little bit about C.P. Mandara:


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Christina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good.

In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

Amazon Author Page: http://author.to/CPMandara

Halo Lodge

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New! The Halo Lodge by Ryder Dane

Whore. Slut. Prostitute. The women of The Halo Lodge have been called it all. Sure, some of the women who work there accept money for certain services rendered, but most are survivors. Women who’ve picked themselves back up after lives filled with abuse and pain. Women who are fighters.

Trixie works at the Lodge, but she doesn’t get paid to sleep with the customers. Nope. Unfortunately, she’s in love with a thick-headed jerk who thinks she sells her body to other men, despite all evidence to the contrary. However, every woman has her limits, and Krom, aka the thick-headed jerk, has finally crossed the line. She’s already been used, abused, and humiliated by one man in her past; she doesn’t have to accept that anymore. She won’t accept that anymore.

Krom loves five things, but will only admit to four. He loves his bike, his family, his boat, and his club, Thor’s Legion MC. The fifth thing, well, that’s more complicated, and with his history, he’s been more than happy to keep on the blinders. But then his stubborn refusal to accept the truth gets thrown back in his face. Hard.

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Angel’s Fury

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AVAILABLE: Monday, February 20th

[Siren Ménage Amour: Erotic Fantasy Paranormal Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, angels, demons, vampires, HEA]

Faith Eldridge has suffered terrifying nightmares her entire life. When her nightmare takes form and attacks her, she barely escapes with her life and she fears she’s finally gone mad.

For thousands of years, angelic brothers Sullivan, Knox, and Vaughn have fought, bled, and been tainted by the monstrosities hell spits out. They’ve fought for a humanity that no longer believes they exist, and they do it for their ultimate reward: their soulmate.

When the brothers are sent to kill the demon that broke from hell, they find him gone, but not before he’d attacked a human—their long-awaited mate.

Faith recovers from her attack and from the shock of discovering angels are real, and she falls deeply in love with her damaged warriors. But the demon’s also waited millennia for Faith. She holds the key to his release from hell. The powers of the heavenly host are sorely tested as the demon gathers the forces of hell to reclaim Faith

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A Sterling Maid For You

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A Sterling Maid for You

Tidy up with a spicy maid

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Blurb:

A swish of sweetness with a dusting of spice.

Cleaning was never this much fun. This collection of five romantic spanking fantasies showcases the erotic adventures of lively, but errant maids in the employ of Tanya Sterling’s house cleaning company: Sterling Maids.

Tanya has promised exemplary service to her customers. When her sexy, spunky maids are delinquent in their work and derelict in their duties, Tanya and her clients have a special way of dealing with the business at hand.

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In story one, The Man of the House, maid Maria and Mark Sterling, Tanya’s author husband, both find out how the boss-lady deals with lazy birds-of-a-feather when their work is not up to her standards. Will she tan their hides?

In story two, Two Maids and a Feather Duster, maid Meg, her boyfriend Sam, and her best girlfriend Willow discover that pleasure can be found from a swish of the feather duster. Will the threesome enjoy the sensual delights of each other?

In story three, Maid in a Tub, maid Madison finds a special thrill in taking a bath. Madison is up to her neck in trouble when Tanya discovers her up to her neck in bubbles. Will Tanya clean up?

In story four, A Helping Hand, maid Jocelyn falls under the strict supervision of proper British butler and former prefect Malcolm Chippingham. He trains her in the art of housekeeping and of lovemaking. Will his helping hand — and his cane — correct her nervous, inept ways?

In story five, To Catch a Maid, maid Kelly is a catch for any man. When she is accused of stealing a family heirloom from Mr. Grant’s house, Tanya must expose the real thief to prove Kelly’s innocence. Will Mr. Grant fall for Kelly, crook or no?

Excerpt 1:

Tanya watched her husband’s eyes dilate. She could see the plot for a new spanking book materialize in his mind.

Yes, I see that could be a solution,” Mark said. “Kelly, I’m sure that you don’t want Mr. Grant to call the police, do you?”

Uh-uh, no, but…”

When she failed to complete her thought, Tanya entered the conversation. “A spanking. Mr. Grant, is that what you are suggesting as a punishment for Miss Stevens?”

Indeed.”

Kelly, are you prepared to accept this? It will wipe the slate clean between you and me. No one will call the police, and you can continue working as before,” Tanya said.

Yes yes, I guess so. But who will do it?” Kelly squeaked in a high-pitched voice as her eyes darted back and forth among the three solemn faces staring at her.

I think it is certainly best if your employer completes your discipline. However, I do insist on observing,” Gary answered.

Why?” Mark injected. “Don’t you believe that we would actually do it?”

Well, Mr. Sterling, spanking is not customary on this side of the pond. So, yes, I think some verification is necessary.”

Tanya observed the twinkle in Mark’s eyes.

He’s really enjoying this.

Well, then let’s get to it,” Mark said. “Kelly, if you would please strip down to your panties and bra.” When she did not immediately respond, he added, “Now.”

He turned to his wife and asked, “Would you like to do the honors, my dear, or should I?”

No,” Tanya said forcefully, “I will punish my errant employee.”

Excerpt 2:

Jocelyn noticed, as he approached her that he was swishing a thin, flexible piece of wood through the air. And, while his countenance was stern, his eyes twinkled.

Um, is that what I think it is?” she asked.

Why, yes, my dear. It is one of my old canes,” the butler responded.

Her heart started beating faster and her breathing became shallower. Her nipples started to swell and her bottom tingled. “What do you intend to do with it?”

Your last comment was highly uncalled for. And, I think your attitude needs improving.”

Standing, she drew herself up to her full height and put her hands on her hips.

My attitude is just fine, thank you very much.”

He did not say a word as he slowly, deliberately rolled up his shirt sleeves. His stare and his raised eyebrow told her what was to come. She had gone too far. She knew there was nowhere to run and no place to hide. His strong hands reached out to turn her around and bend her over at the waist.

She jumped involuntarily from his touch on the small of her back. She shivered as he lifted her skirt and slowly pulled her panties down to her ankles. The cool air raised goosebumps on her naked flesh. She sputtered, “What are you doing? Stop that!” However, she did not resist him.

He inhaled sharply and then cleared his throat. “Your complaining will do neither of us any good. I intend to help you see the wisdom of having a positive attitude. My dear woman, you are much too tense. I think four mild strokes from the cane should impart the message, plus help you relax.”

No, please, Malcolm, I promise I won’t complain anymore. You don’t have to do this.” Even as she begged, her lady bits began to itch with anticipation.

Ah, but I do. You must have heard of the saying What hurts you today, makes you stronger tomorrow. Now, step out of your panties,” he demanded. “Bend over, hands on your shins, knees as straight as you can and feet together. As long as you follow my instructions, we can get this business over with quickly.”

About the Authors:

Sahalie Blue was born and raised in the Midwestern US along the shores of Lake Michigan. She now lives in the Pacific Northwest, treasuring the great outdoors of her new home.

Sahalie loves hiking in the region’s majestic Cascade Mountains, dense mossy forests and sagebrush-filled deserts. Her revered, special place is Sahalie Falls, a roaring waterfall that pounds the McKenzie River into a rainbowed mist.

She’s been married for several years to a computer guy who loves to tell jokes. She appreciates laugh-out-loud moments. She enjoys reading just about anything, but mysteries, romances, and science fiction are her favorites. She is passionate about expressing her thoughts and feelings in her writing.

Sterling Scott writes of his imagined adventures within the backdrop of actual historical events. While some of his stories are more fictional than others, he likes to entwine real events into a new version of how it should have happened. Additionally, he includes experiences from his life and those friends who have shared events with him.

When not writing, Sterling travels the highways and visits his children. He spends a lot of time playing with his first grandchild.

Dangerous Interference

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After her sister goes missing, Alena Malloy travels to Blue Springs, Maine—her sister’s last known location—to track her down. As she begins her search, however, Alena’s efforts quickly bring her into conflict with Randy Janzen, the local sheriff, and Nash Osbourne, a Scotland Yard detective involved in the case due to its similarity with a recent disappearance in the UK.

Randy and Nash make it quite clear to Alena that they expect her to avoid interfering with their work, and when she defies them one time too many she earns herself a painful, embarrassing spanking. The humiliating punishment ignites a powerful desire in Alena, and despite her sore backside she finds herself yearning to be mastered more thoroughly.

The two stern, handsome lawmen agree to share Alena, and soon enough she is begging for more. But when Alena’s continued meddling in the investigation puts her life in grave danger, will Randy and Nash be able to protect her?

Publisher’s Note: Dangerous Interference includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

SCENE 1: PG

“Oh, good Lord.” There went those tingles dancing their way down her spine when both men leveled those identical, intent gazes on her, forcing her to mutter aloud without even realizing it.

“Problem, Alena?”

“Nothing you two getting up and leaving won’t solve,” she returned, as sweet as her cinnamon roll while making a mental note to have a serious talk with her girly parts later about who was in control.

“One would think you don’t like us, luv,” Nash put in before turning a charming smile upon Carlee when she returned and set a cup of coffee in front of each of them. “Thank you, Carlee, and don’t you look pretty today.”

Carlee gave his broad shoulder a playful slap. “The gals back in London might fall for that, but we’re a bit smarter over here.”

Alena sure wished she could lay claim to having an ounce of brains when she heard either that British accent or Randy’s low, commanding voice. Trying to ignore the way her heartbeat had accelerated and the uncomfortable dampness in her crotch, she plopped another bite of cinnamon roll in her mouth, this one with a good amount of melted icing on top that had her chewing with slow relish.

“Shit,” Randy groaned, the look on Alena’s face as she ate responsible for the uncomfortable shift of his cock. Luckily, Carlee’s next statement took his attention off the lust she could inspire with the simplest things and returned it to why they had stopped in the diner when they spotted her bright red head inside.

SCENE 2: PG17

“Am I going to have to put a tail on you for the rest of your stay, Alena?” And by that he meant either he or Nash keeping close tabs on her.

Wanting a little payback, she presented him with a soft smile and drawled with feigned innocence, “Why, whatever do you mean, Sheriff?” Laying a small bite of roll on her tongue, she took her time licking her two fingers before releasing a low, “Mmmmm,” from deep in her throat.

“Bugger it.” This time it was Nash’s turn to swear and Randy sent him a quick look of commiseration before scowling at her again, not that he thought his fiercest glare would do any good. He knew Nash, just like him, was picturing that same satisfaction reflected on her face as he, or they, brought her to climax.

“You keep it up, you’ll force me to up the consequences for your interference. Which would you prefer, my belt or a night or two in my jail?”

Okay, that just wasn’t right. Her body’s instant reaction of a gush of moisture between her legs to that threat was as unnerving as standing too close to the edge of a cliff, a cliff she’d been maintaining a precarious balance on since first setting eyes on those two. Both men made her look twice, which said something; the fact they each made her fantasize and want, made her ache, screamed it. She was in trouble.

SCENE 3: R

She knew what they intended before the first dual, sharp smacks landed on her cheeks and she jerked against the stinging heat. Biting her lip, she refused to cry out, or look up to see if the Hirsts or Carlee were watching, or question why what should be humiliating was so damned arousing.

“There’ll be more than three people watching this weekend,” Nash warned her as they both slapped her again, her skin warming nicely under his hand, her slit already glistening with proof of her arousal. The restless shift of her hips drew a smile from both of them, her impatience a come-on they couldn’t resist.

“Think you’ll be able to bend over like this in a room full of people who have an up-close seat to what we do to you? Without complaining,” he added with the next smack that set those soft, round globes to jiggling.

With the now familiar burn spreading over her butt and her sheath pulsing in tune to the painful throbbing encompassing her entire backside, she had no choice but to gasp, “Yes!” in acceptance. The truth was, at this point she doubted she could deny them anything, anytime, anywhere. Which would have her balking if she wasn’t in such dire need that increased with each blistering smack.

“Oh, good Lord,” she moaned when they shifted their aims to belabor the tender skin of the under curves of her buttocks. The steady barrage of double swats became almost too much to take in. Receiving twice the heat and pain all at once tossed her into a spiraling downfall that both excited and scared her.

“I hope so, Alena, because if you screw up, you won’t like the consequences.”

Nash sent a significant look between her legs where the visible proof of her pleasure couldn’t be missed, asking, “Are you sure of that, Randy?” as they delivered a couple of slaps on her thighs before palming her reddened flesh.

“With this one, I’ve never been sure of anything.”

SCENE 4: X

“Take a deep breath, luv,” Nash suggested right before slipping into the furnace of her tight pussy. She closed around him in a greedy clasp, her slick walls caressing his length in small, milking contractions as soon as he was balls-deep inside her. “God, you feel good.”

He pressed her head to his shoulder, the image of her scared face when Randy opened his door searing him anew. He swore when he caught the bastard who terrorized her he’d give him a taste of his own medicine before assisting the sheriff in locking his ass up. With her soft body wrapped around him and his cock enveloped in her equally soft pussy, he prayed he had the strength to hold back long enough to assist Randy.

“Another deep breath now.” Gliding his hands down her damp back to her warm ass, he gripped her buttocks and spread them even wider.

“Thanks.” Randy probed her anus with short, jabbing strokes, using two then three well lubed fingers before pushing with slow precision inside her tight channel. “Do you still want this, baby? Want us?”

A muffled “Yes” came from where she kept her face buried in Nash’s shoulder, followed by an impatient shift of her hips.

“Good enough.” Nash pulled away from her tight clasp long enough to give Randy time to slowly take her ass. When his partner finally said, “I’m good, let’s do it,” he pressed back in as Randy pulled out. Having done this together only twice before, it surprised him how quickly and easily they fell into a tandem rhythm, and, from her mewling cries and spasming vagina, how fast she responded to their dual penetration.

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Daisy’s Desires (Sin Sanctuary 5)

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Daisy’s Desires (Sin Sanctuary 5) by Sin Cerity is now available!

Working long hours in the emergency room, Daisy longs for a man that can take control and free her mind after hours. Fear keeps her from revealing her desires, worried they are not normal.

Gaige longs for a woman that is strong and independent….except in the bedroom.

Together, can they find the perfect balance to fulfil them both, or will others stand in their way?

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