Author Spotlight – Measha Stone

Black Light: Cuffed


“I can handle you just fine, Sydney. I’m just not sure you’re ready to be handled.”

BLURB

“Do you think you’re the only woman in this room that loves the pain?”
Sydney isn’t the kind of submissive to go around directing the doms she plays with. If they don’t know how hard she needs it, or how long to push her, she walks.  Voicing her desires isn’t even a possibility. As an assistant DA she’s used to asking questions, not answering them, even if it means she never quite gets the stress relief she craves.

After one night at Black Light where Sydney took everything he said the wrong way, Tate has been waiting for the feisty sub to walk back in the club. Detective Nathan Tate knows exactly what Sydney needs, exactly how far he could take her before she would find the sweet oblivion submissives seek beneath his flogger — but he’s not giving it to her until she asks for it.  He sees the fire burning inside her, and if she’ll let him he’ll do everything to show her how to let it burn wild.

Just one little problem. There’s a murderer in town, and it’s their job to make sure they get the right guy and put him behind bars. But when the case starts to hit a little too close to home, with danger closing in, can Tate and Sydney work side by side without losing each other in the fray?

Excerpt-Spanking

He wiggled the vibrator sending more sensations. Twisting did nothing, he merely followed, and she was too close to the wall to get very far anyway.

“Please!” she cried. But he was not to be deterred and merely began to run the vibrator lower, through her folds and back up to her clit. On the second pass, she screamed out as an orgasm she didn’t feel coming burst through her. She stumbled in her stance, but he held her tight, still rubbing her pussy with the vibrator until every bit of her orgasm receded.

She gulped in air, sucked it in like water to a fire. He released her and tossed the vibrator onto the bed. When he turned back to her, he pulled her arms down, cradled her face and explored her eyes. “Now, we can begin,” he said, and dragged her over to the bed.

In one swift movement, he was sitting and she was face down over his lap. “No!” She tried to scramble away when she heard him pick up the paddle. “Please!”

“Not so much fun when you’ve already come, right?” The cool wood of the paddle pressed against her bare ass.

“Tate! Please!” She tried to buck, but he only responded by draping one leg over hers. Completely locked in place. Any semblance of pleasure vacated her mind with the first swat of the wooden beast. She slapped at the mattress, but it did no good. The paddle came down again and again. Not overly hard, she could at least admit he wasn’t being a complete brute, but not being aroused made it all the worse.

“I’m so sorry!” she yelled between swats. “I’m sorry I disobeyed!” She cried when the paddling continued. A fire would not burn as hot as her ass did with each new strike of the paddle. And he wasn’t saying a word! Not a single word as he continued to pummel her ass with that thing!

After at least another dozen swats she felt the tears starting to spill down her cheeks. He wasn’t going to stop until he was ready, and all she could do was submit to it. That was her job, submit to him. And she hadn’t done that. It was a simple thing he asked of her, not to go digging around on her own. And she didn’t follow, didn’t submit to his authority. She’d wedged a space between them because she’d decided not to submit to him when it was inconvenient.

“I’m sorry. So sorry.” She sobbed, gripping the comforter, unable to lose herself in the pain. He delivered the hardest spanking she’d ever had, and she couldn’t find a moment of pleasure in it. “I’m sorry I hurt us,” she blurted out, and the paddle stilled against her ass.

“Again.” His soft voice encompassed her.

“I’m sorry I hurt us, that I chose the opposite of what I want, what we both want.” She rested her head on the bed, gasping for air and letting the tears fall freely.

“If you don’t want to submit outside of the bedroom—”

“No! I do, I, just, I’m sorry, Tate. Really.”

“No more digging around on your own. If you have a hunch, we’ll look into it together.” The paddle bounced as it landed a few inches from her head on the bed. His hands roamed over her ass, but there was no extinguisher for the flames he’d created.

“I hate wood,” she said after a few moments of silence passed.

“I know. I promise to only use it for punishments. Although, maybe one day you’ll ask me to try it other times.” He patted her bottom. “Come on up.” He helped her to her feet and stood with her, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tight.

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AUTHOR BIO

Measha Stone is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, and suspense. She lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and children, who are just as creative and crazy as her. Her vanilla writing has been published in numerous literary magazines, but she’s found her passion in erotic romance. She writes it, she loves it, and whenever possible she lives it. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and spending time with her family.

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Author Spotlight – Addison Cain

Dark Side of the Sun

A tarnished baroness with a dangerous past and the man who seeks to own her.

Author: Addison Cain
Release Date: April 20th

Sales Blurb:

Arabella, the Baroness of Iliffe, knows her life is nearing its end. For years the young widow has been hunted across England, running from her past, thrust onward into desolate wastes until there is nowhere else to hide. With the little time she has left, her desperation has driven her into the arms of an extremely sinister man who desires more than just her company.

Gregory Harrow, bastard born gentleman, takes what he wants, and is willing to use anyone and anything to achieve his aims. Greedy, cunning, cruel, he claims to love her, offers to kill for her, but lies come easily to his tongue.

She knows she cannot trust him, but making a deal with the devil might just be her only chance for survival.

DARK SIDE OF THE SUN is a full-length regency era dark romance from internationally bestselling author Addison Cain about depravity, desire, and acute retribution.

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Editorial Reviews:
I normally have a hard time with the stiffness of Regency romances, but this one takes every trope that annoys me, burns it to the ground, and gives me everything dark and salty I want instead. HHHNGG! So good! You will love it. -Eris Adderly, bestselling author of Gallows Pole

18th-Century sexy meets 21st-Century dark and twisty in a way that only Addison Cain could do it. I’ve never been so caught up in a romance! Dark Side and the bastard gentleman within will keep you up far past an hour decency would allow. See how far into the shadows Addison Cain can take regency romance! –Jennifer Bene, internationally bestselling author of Security Binds Her

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Author Spotlight – Ashe Barker

Her Rogue Viking

Will she submit to the fierce Rogue Viking who has abducted her and enslaved her people?

I have always been fascinated by Vikings. Strong, sexy warriors, ruthless, dominant and determined – what’s not to like? It was only a matter of time before I wove a story around these fierce raiders who rampaged through Scotland and England for over three centuries, eventually settling and leaving their indelible mark on our history.

A Viking raid was indeed a ferocious affair. They relied on what would nowadays probably be termed ‘shock and awe’ swooping in from the sea on their fast dragon ships to attack with vicious and deadly effect. The Nordic raiders would be gone almost as swiftly as they arrived, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The modern equivalent would be a helicopter attack on a sleepy rural village by SWAT teams armed with automatic weapons– the local people would hardly know what hit them.

I have employed a certain amount of poetic license, but I was determined to recreate the Viking era to the best of my ability – their homes, their clothing, what they ate, how they lived. I hope readers will be as entranced as I am by these creative and charismatic raiders, and perhaps forgive them their more outrageous little foibles.

  • Stormy Night, 2017
  • Released 2 April 2017
  • Historical erotic romance, Viking romance
  • Approximately 76,000 words
  • HEA ending

Blurb
Though Fiona puts up a brave fight when her village is raided by Vikings, she ends up being carried off over the broad shoulders of Ulfric Freysson, the leader of the Norsemen. The stern, ruggedly handsome warrior quickly makes it clear that she belongs to him now, and her best efforts to escape merely earn Fiona a painful, humiliating switching on her bare bottom.

Her captor’s bold dominance sets Fiona’s passion ablaze, and when he brings her to his bed she cannot help begging for him to claim her completely. As Ulfric begins training her to please him in any way he demands, Fiona finds herself falling in love with her new master, but she soon realizes that there are those among his people who still see her as an enemy. When her life is threatened by a member of his own family, will he stand ready to protect her no matter the cost?

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

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Excerpt (18+)
Ulfric carried her to the fallen tree and set her down beside it, taking care to allow her to lower her good leg first. Then, still ensuring that her weight remained on her uninjured foot, Ulfric helped Fiona to turn and face the trunk, then eased her torso forward until she was balanced across it. The furs and blanket provided a soft cushion. Fiona could find no reason to complain that her comfort was not considered as Ulfric patted her soon-to-be-punished bottom.

“I will lift you a little higher, to ensure that your feet are off the ground and taking no weight, and to offer me a better target, naturally.” He did not wait for any further comment from Fiona. In moments she was dangling over the tree trunk, her feet inches from the bare earth and her head and shoulders balancing her weight on the other side. The grass and a light dusting of fallen leaves were just inches from her nose but she could just make out their shapes in the gathering gloom as she quivered in this unfamiliar and vulnerable position.

Her father had been no disciplinarian. In all her nineteen summers no one had ever so much as slapped her wrist, let alone bent her over a fallen tree for a public switching. Fiona wondered if it was possible to die of humiliation.

She managed not to whimper as her skirts were raised above her waist, then tucked under the woven braid that served as a belt. Fiona was acutely aware of the half dozen or so Viking warriors who had gathered to observe the proceedings. They were all now afforded a fine view of her upturned, naked buttocks. She was glad she could not decipher the exact meaning of their calls and remarks, though the general gist was plain enough.

The jocularity ceased abruptly at a word from Ulfric. The men remained in place, watching, but they no longer offered their lewd observations.

Fiona was accustomed to harsh winters, but the bitter chill of this Nordic early evening was equal to anything she could recall in her own country. She shivered as the icy breeze caressed her bare backside and could not help clenching as Ulfric bent to select the first switch.

“Fear not, little wench. You shall soon be feeling a good deal warmer.” He swung the switch in an experimental arc, slow at first, then fast enough to produce an ominous whistle. Fiona shrieked.

Ulfric chuckled and moved in close. He laid the palm of his free hand on her bottom, the caress almost affectionate. “Try not to clench, though I realise it is difficult. Are you ready?”

There was nothing to be gained by delaying matters. Fiona nodded, then clenched her bound hands into fists as she tensed for the first stroke.

“Aagh!” She let out a shrill scream as fire exploded across her right buttock. Her entire body jerked with the force of the blow, though she had been expecting it. This hurt though, more than she had ever imagined.

“One,” Ulfric intoned. “Be still, Celt. Settle down and we shall continue.”

Somehow, through the haze of pain, she heard his words and managed to obey. Moments later fire snaked across her left cheek.

“Ooh!” Sweet Jesus, can I bear this?

“Two. Now relax, you do not wish to drag this out, I am sure.”

He was right, she did not. Fiona willed her tense muscles to soften and drew in a shuddering breath.

“Three. Four.”

She was managing the pain just slightly better now, no longer so shocked by the intensity of sensation. She managed not to cry out, and needed no further reminders to keep her buttocks soft.

“That is good. Five. Six. Seven.”

Fiona writhed against the blanket. Despite her determination to bear this ordeal with fortitude she was unable to remain still, nor could she contain her tears that flowed unchecked across her face.

Ulfric paused to once again lay his palm over her throbbing backside. Her bottom was on fire and she flinched under his touch though he was not rough with her.

“You are doing well. Just three more to go. Shall I continue, Fiona?”

No! Enough! “Yes. Please, just finish this and let me get up.”

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Author Interview

  1. So, tell us a bit more about Ulfric. He’s a stern and sexy Viking chief, with a twitchy palm, but what else is there to know?
    Well, I think you just about covered the basics there. Ulfric has a strong sense of family loyalty but that is tested sorely in this book. He has a difficult choice to make, but he is a man who doesn’t shirk his duty and ultimately he will do what he thinks is right for those he loves – whether they like it or not.
  2. How many books have you written? Are they all historical or spanking fiction?
    I have over forty titles out now, and they are all erotic stories. About a dozen of them are historical novels. Some have more of a BDSM vibe going on and some are spanking/domestic discipline. At first I wrote just contemporary stories, then I started adding a few historicals and sci-fis. I love the variety.
  3. Do you see writing as a career?
    Yes. I try to be fairly ordered about it. I like to be at my desk (well, more accurately the kitchen table) laptop fired up and coffee to hand, by nine in the morning and I tend to write for most of the day then. There are also a lot of related tasks to keep on top of, mainly to do with promo or research, or keeping in touch with readers and other authors. It’s definitely a full-time job for me.
  4. If you had to describe yourself using three words, it would be…Resilient. Creative. Calm.
  5. What would you do if you were the last person on this earth?
    Turn out the lights.More about Ashe BarkerUSA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

    Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

    Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days – her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel.

    At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

    Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

    Ashe loves to hear from readers. Here are her social media links:

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Author Spotlight – Libby Campbell

Seeing Ronnie
Romancing the Coast, Book 1

Part beauty, part beast, Ronnie needs to be tamed. Del knows just how to do that.

Publisher:      Blushing Books
Release date: March 29, 2017
Genre: Contemporary, DD, paranormal romance

Blurb:
As a social blogger, Ronnie Flynn—aloof, beautiful, cool as a cucumber—is desperate to get to the society event of the year: Simon and Sadie’s engagement party on Seguro Island. No surprise that her name isn’t on the guest list, but as always, Ronnie has a backup plan. A plan that involves the handsome Del Franklin.

Del agrees to a swap: Ronnie gives him the scoop on his estranged wife’s dirty secrets and he takes her as his date to his boss’s party. The handsome, buff man of Italian descent makes only one condition: Ronnie better be good. No snooping. No manipulating. No digging for dirt. Or else.

With crossed fingers, and in spite of Del’s threat of putting her over his knee for disobeying, Ronnie ‘promises’ to be a good girl. Right. She’s not worried about Del. Her code of Keeping a Healthy Distance will protect her heart, and her backside. She’s too wily to get caught, anyway.

Ronnie sees. Literally. She can channel people’s feelings and see into their hearts. All her life, she has been hiding this secret weapon—her psychic ability—because what she sees is often too hard understand and impossible to share. If she can handle that secret, surely she can handle Del. Or can she? He’s not like anyone else. Nothing has prepared her for him. She shouldn’t react like this to his dominance. She’s an independent, wealthy woman in her own right. No man will tell her what to do. Yet, there is something about this sexy dominant Latin lover that makes her pulse race.

Will Ronnie allow Del to break her Code of Keeping a Healthy Distance? Will seeing Ronnie open Del’s eyes to a new world? Will the two of them ever see life the same way?

Publishers’ note: Seeing Ronnie is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or spanking of minors.

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Excerpt:
When you’re with me you will be polite and well mannered. Agreed?”

“Agreed.” Ronnie nodded soberly to show her good intentions, but under the table she crossed her fingers.

“You better mean that.” Del drained his coffee cup and levelled his eyes at her. “Because if I catch you prying or snooping—doing anything outside the bounds of good manners—there will be consequences.”

“Consequences?” Ronnie licked a drop of tea off her lips.

“Serious consequences.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a crooked smile. “I will turn you over my knee and paddle your bottom until you beg me to stop. And then I will spank you some more. Do I make myself clear?”

“You do,” Ronnie whispered. A damp flutter clenched between her legs and she pressed her knees together as if she could lock out the desire that suddenly sent her blood boiling. No one had ever threatened her like that before. Worse still, it was as though he was the one with the gift of second sight, as if he’d read her secret intention to ignore everything he’d just said. She glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone might have heard his sultry caution. No one was paying them any attention.

The very worst part was that she had no idea how she was going to turn off the part of her personality that wanted to know everything about everybody. She’d been accused of living through the dramas of other people’s lives and there was more truth to that than she cared to admit. Her own life was dishwater dull and she kept it that way so she had energy for her work as gossip queen. More importantly she kept her life orderly so that there was no mud that could be slung her way. She twisted her tea cup to avoid looking at Del.

“One last problem.” Del spoke as calmly as if he hadn’t just suggested the most erotic thing anyone had put to Ronnie in ten years or so. “I haven’t made a booking and I’m sure every hotel and B&B on the island will be full by now.”

“I have a place we can stay.” Ronnie forced coolness into her voice. She didn’t say it’s a fabulous place and it’s for sale. She’d only seen it in pictures but if it was half as good in real life, she planned to buy it. That was her secret and she wasn’t sharing it with anyone. She held her expression impassive.

“You’ve got a place on Seguro?”

“I wish. This place belongs to friends, but we can use it this weekend. I also have ferry reservations to get us there.” Even if she didn’t get an invitation to the Jacobson bash, she’d planned a weekend on the island to test drive the lake house.

Del lifted an eyebrow. “Separate rooms?”

“Absolutely. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The memory of the warmth and strength of his hand in hers made her think that sharing a bed with Del Franklin might be pleasurable. The idea of being turned over his knee made her legs tremble. But none of that was going anywhere. She indulged herself in little fantasies from time to time, but she never acted on them.

Ronnie had sworn off men a long time ago.

Don’t miss these other great titles from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books:

The Simon in Charge series:

Simon Says (Simon in Charge, book 1)
Winning Sadie (Simon in Charge, book 2)
Sadie Says I Do (Simon in Charge, book 3)

Prairie Promise – short story, in A Spanking Good New Year anthology

Libby Campbell, mischief maker and dreamer – bio

Libby lives on the West Coast of Canada with her husband of over twenty-five years. An avid reader, she savors books that feature strong, independent women and the loving men who challenge them.

She loves mountain hikes, deep bubble baths, and all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big dogs who think they are lap dogs. A woman for all seasons, Libby is happy cuddling in front of a winter fire, watching a summer sunset, listening to birds in the spring and walking in the autumn rain.

Optimistic by nature, Libby wants a solid HEA in her reading and her writing. She hopes you will enjoy escaping to the dream worlds where she spends far too much time.

Follow her on Pinterest to see the images that inspire her characters and the worlds they live in.

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Maggie Carpenter brings her hot motorcycle master!

 

 

BOOK DESCRIPTION

Marco DAngelo is living a lie. Tall, powerful, brooding, and intimidating, hes the muscle for a nefarious motorcycle gang, but he has been working undercover for the D.E.A., chasing a shadowy drug lord.

For two long years Marco has been forced to remain a loner, his life in constant danger, but when Kat Baldwin joins the club, he suddenly finds himself in a quandary.

Rebellious, raven-haired and green-eyed, wearing leathers that cling to her voluptuous curves, she takes his breath away. Though his keen instinct tells him there’s more to Kat than meets the eye, and she’s trouble with a capital T, he can’t ignore the intense chemistry blazing between them.

Faster than his bike can race, Marco is under orders to spank her, but when the punishment is over, she shocks him. Chastised women drop their gaze, but not the emerald-eyed vixen. She stares up at him with unwavering scrutiny, and just minutes later she dares to challenge him.

He aches to fist her hair and crush her lips.

To consume her

To make her his.

Can he resist the ferocious desire?

EXCERPT

Marco was walking at a snail’s pace not just to build anticipation; he was studying her. There was no fear in her unwavering gaze, and the slightest hint of a smile was curling the edges of her lips. His hard hand would deliver a hot sting even through her leather pants, and he had every intention of making the discipline count, not just because Kratos had ordered it, but for her own protection. If she pulled her crap on others in the club, they might do a whole lot worse than redden her backside.

He had a choice; bend her at the waist, or take her to the couch against the wall and throw her across his lap. She’d feel his strength if he held her against his body, but she’d suffer greater humiliation over his knee. Suspecting she’d need more punishment in the future, he decided to save the trip across his lap for another time.

Quickening his pace he strode behind her. Startled, she turned, and darting forward he wrapped his arm around her waist. Her yelp of surprise elicited a guffaw from Kratos, and though Marco was all business, as he studied her leather-clad curvaceous backside, he felt a surge of lust. Attempting to ignore it, he lifted his eyes to his boss and waited. If Kratos held up ten fingers it would mean he wanted Marco to blister her bottom, and Marcos suddenly found himself furious with the girl for pushing the envelope. He had no desire to hurt her. He had no desire to hurt anyone.

“You got a nice ass on you girlie. Maybe we should strip off those pants. On the other hand, your cheeks sure look good wrapped up in that leather,” Kratos declared, taunting her. “I’m gonna leave ‘em on this time. Mess up again though, and it’ll be your naked backside feelin’ the sting.”

Marco knew the man dropped his g’s for effect. Kratos wanted her to see him as street and tough. Usually he didn’t care. Sometimes he didn’t even watch when Marco exacted his discipline. Praying it didn’t mean his boss wanted a strict spanking, Marco said a silent thank you when Kratos lifted only one hand; the spanking was to be more a warning than a punishment. Considering the girl’s lack of respect it was lenient.

Opening his palm, Marco landed the first smack her right cheek, followed by a second, and a third. On the fourth she let out a squeal. He landed two more on the same spot for an even six. She squirmed, and he waited for her to settle before repeating his punishment on her left cheek, delivering the same number of slaps with equal force.

“Really?” she suddenly hissed. “I get it. You can stop now!”

Though surprised by her outburst, Marco didn’t respond. It was time to move his hand to the sensitive area where her thighs met her bottom. He tightened his hold. It was a signal for her to prepare, and he hoped she was smart enough to catch it. He heard a sharp intake of breath. She understood.

Lifting his flattened palm he let it fly, smacking without pause. There was no count, just the flurry of solid slaps, and when she let out a cry of protest, he added a few more to satisfy Kratos. He was done, but was his leader satisfied?

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Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of sur-prises.

Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cow-boys After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2ihCNtp), a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2iE0cDa) contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women who bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, domi-nant men.

Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.
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Amelia Smarts brings her hot, new western

What happens when a rancher searching for sweet, virginal bride meets a hotheaded, unwed mother? Passionate romance and spankings, of course!

About Handing Susannah

Rancher Adam Harrington has long yearned to marry a diligent, virginal bride with a sweet disposition. When he reads a young woman’s unusual advertisement requesting a mail-order cowboy as her groom, he thinks they might be a good match. He writes the woman a letter saying just that, and she pens a favorable response, accepting him as her future husband. Adam packs up his belongings and heads west to a bright new future.

When Susannah Smith’s father bequeathed his ranch to her, it was under one condition: She must be married. For Virginia City’s fallen woman, finding a man to marry is no easy feat. The men in town who seek to court the hot-tempered, unwed mother are sluggards and drunks, not the kind of men capable of running a ranch. Desperate to find a suitable husband or else lose everything, she expands her search by listing an ad in the paper.

When the two meet, Adam’s commanding presence makes a startling but good impression on Susannah. The attraction between them is undeniable, but that is soon followed by wariness. Susannah had planned to marry a man who would do her bidding, not take over everything. It’s her ranch, after all! Equally befuddled, Adam thought he’d be marrying a woman who knows her place, not a temperamental brat who could benefit from some time over his knee.

Susannah feels outraged by Adam’s authoritative ways, but his dominant handling in the bedroom leaves her trembling with desire. Will she learn to accept his firm leadership and expectations? And will Adam grow to love the woman who differs so drastically from the kind of wife he thought he wanted?

Warning: Handling Susannah is an historical western romance containing sexual scenes and domestic discipline, including punishment spanking. If these themes offend you, please don’t buy this book.

 

Excerpt:

“Come here and lie over my lap for our discussion, Susannah.”

She quirked her head to the side, confused. It was a strange way to ask her to sit on his lap. The prospect of it delighted her though. She’d already imagined being wrapped up in his arms while supported by his strong legs. She walked toward him without hesitation, noticing the censure in his gaze deepen as she grew nearer. But she did not allow his stern expression to discourage her. She felt hopeful that he would soon forgive her deception. After all, she had chosen him and she was beautiful. He didn’t yet know about her reputation or her son, so he couldn’t judge her for those things yet. One step at a time.

When she reached where he was sitting, she sat down on his lap quite provocatively and draped her arms around his neck, causing her bosom to be positioned centimeters from his face. He was to be her husband, and she had no desire to be coy with him. She drew a deep breath that raised her breasts to touch his chin and stared dolefully into his eyes, sincerely believing that her feminine wiles would cause the discussion to be less severe, if not forgotten altogether.

He inhaled sharply and closed his eyes for a moment, showing her that he was not unaffected by the close proximity of her body, but when he opened them, they were gleaming with disapproval. She saw lust there, too, but his jaw was set in determination not to allow it to sway him from the “discussion.”

“I said to lie over my lap, woman, not sit on it. You’re a peck and a half of trouble, aren’t you?” He pushed her off, took hold of her arm, and bent her over his knees face down. It happened so fast that it took a moment for her understanding to catch up with his actions. By the time she realized he intended to spank her, he’d tossed up her pretty pink skirt and petticoat. Susannah’s legs flailed in the air and her palms touched the floor. For a moment she felt like she was going to fall, but his large left hand curled firmly around her side and held her in place.

“Mr. Harrington!” she cried, squirming. “Surely you don’t intend to…” She couldn’t even say the word. Her face felt hot as her blood drained down to it and she could hear her heartbeat pumping in her ears.

“…spank you?” he finished.

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About Amelia Smarts

Amelia Smarts is a #1 Amazon bestselling author who was named Best New Spanking Romance Author in the 2016 Spanking Romance Reviews Reader’s Poll. She writes kinky romance novels containing domestic discipline, spanking, and Dominance/submission. Usually her stories involve a cowboy, and they always involve a man’s firm hand connecting with a woman’s naughty backside. She believes it’s important to tell a good story in addition to portraying hot sex and discipline scenes. For each book, she endeavors to write complex, flawed heroes and heroines who struggle, but eventually succeed, in their journey to love and happiness. A longtime lover of the written word, Amelia holds graduate and undergraduate degrees in creative writing and English. She loves to read, which allows her writing to be influenced by many different genres in addition to romance, including mystery, adventure, history, and suspense.

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Salvaged; shared; theirs.

The last surviving member of her species, alone, scared, she needs a reason to live

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Luca continues to hold me, but Sylvan peels his body away from mine. I hear him, his footsteps, the rustle of clothing. He is undressing, and despite my apprehension curiosity overwhelms me. I have viewed images, naturally, but I have never seen a male unclothed, not in the flesh. I turn to watch him over my shoulder.

“Come around to this side,” suggests Luca. “She needs a decent view.”

I appreciate his concern for my comfort. Sylvan obligingly moves around to stand in front of me and I watch with avid interest as he removes his tunic. The sharp contours and rippling musculature of his upper body fascinate me. His hair is a pale colour; it reminds me of the subtle pastel shades of the floral plant life that used to thrive on Fyorli and that now exist only in our databanks. More of this soft, curling hair is sprinkled across his wide chest, disappearing like an arrow down beneath his pants. I wonder if he might allow me to touch it, to trail my fingers through the softness. That thought evaporates when Sylvan pulls off his pants and I am treated to my first view of his cock.

I believed I knew what to expect, but I was wrong. I gasp, my disappointment a bitter, acrid taste on my tongue. This will not work. Human males and Fyorlian females are simply not compatible. He is… huge. He will not fit inside me, it is impossible.

“Llianna, are you all right?” Luca murmurs in my ear. “It’s okay, we can take this as slow as you need.”

I shake my head. “I cannot. It is just too, too…”

“Too what?” presses Luca.

“Too big,” I whisper as I bury my face in his chest again. “It is much too big.”

Both males chuckle, but they seem not to grasp the truth of my words. Do they not have eyes? Can they not see the problem here? It is simple physics, surely.

“Trust us, this is going to be just fine.”

Luca’s assurance utterly fails to convince me. I shall just have to manage, somehow. The phase will pass, eventually. I shake my head and cling to Luca.

“Llianna, I’m going to roll you onto your back. It’ll be easier for you that way.”

“No, no, please, do not do this.”

“Honey, nothing’s going to happen if you don’t want it. We’re just asking you to trust us and give this a try.”

“Human females must be bigger than Fyorlians,” I protest. Can they not work this out for themselves? Did they know all along?

“No, they aren’t, not especially. We’ll go slow. It may be tight, but you will manage this. I promise.”

His voice is low, soothing, and very determined. He has never lied to me before, neither of these males has, but what Luca is suggesting is quite impossible. Despite the evidence of my own eyes, I do want to believe him. I want to trust him, trust them. My pussy clenches viciously, and I realise I have little choice, really. What is the alternative?

“You will stop, if I ask you to?”

“Absolutely,” affirms Luca.

Sylvan echoes his promise, and the bed dips again as he re-joins us. “Very, very slow, and lots of lube, if you need it, but I doubt if you will. Are you ready to turn over now?”

I gulp, pause for a moment to consider that suggestion, then I manage another nod.

Luca is gentle as he rearranges me on my back. He is behind me, leaning against the pillows at the head of the bed and he pulls me back into his arms. “Lift your hands up, honey, and put them behind my head.”

I do as he asks, the position lifting my breasts as though presenting them for inspection. Sylvan kneels in front of me, and his green gaze is warm, admiring. I feel good, in spite of my anxiety at what is about to happen.

“Gorgeous tits, don’t you agree?” Luca reaches around me to cup my breasts and presses them together. They fill his hands, my stiff nipples poking between his fingers as he squeezes.

“First thing I noticed, after that luscious arse.” Sylvan moves forward, lifting his gaze from my breasts to my face. “I hope it’s still pleasantly sore.”

“It is sore, certainly,” I assure him. The slight quiver in my voice owes much to the trepidation I still feel, but now there is something else too, something warm and pleasant starting to unfurl low down in my abdomen.

“Good. So, Llianna, you’re a virgin, yes? I know there were no males on board the Renascient.”

“That is correct.”

“Okay…”

“But, I do know what is to happen. I have read about it and spoken to other females, older than I, and I understand. That is why I am concerned that, that—”

“Spread your legs, Llianna.”

 

Blurb

 When they board a derelict spacecraft in search of valuable scrap metal, the last thing Luca and Sylvan expect is to stumble upon a beautiful, naked woman in need of medical assistance. Despite her protests, they bring her back to their ship, treat her illness, and take it upon themselves to look after her.

 After she contracted the virus that wiped out her people and killed everyone else on her ship, Llianna didn’t expect to survive, and she is shocked when she awakens from a comatose state with two men standing over her. Once she regains her health, however, she is horrified to realize that she is about to enter her fertile period, a uniquely vulnerable time for females of her species.

 Knowing that she will end up begging Luca and Sylvan to take her in any way they please if she doesn’t act quickly, she flees in her partially-repaired ship, only to be caught, stripped bare, and spanked soundly. The stern punishment leaves her desire burning even more fiercely, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as her handsome rescuers claim her hard and thoroughly.

 Though Luca and Sylvan make it clear that she is free to go once her ship is finally fully operational again, Llianna finds herself yearning to belong to them completely, and as she learns to submit to their firm, loving dominance, her passion for them grows more intense with each passing day. But when she discovers that she is not the last of her kind after all, will she leave the men she loves to live amongst her own people?

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

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USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

 

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