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Hero Undercover Anthology

What I want to do to your body, is illegal in fifteen states.

Blurb:

Cherry Donovan has a problem. No, it’s not her annoying big brother who still thinks he should swoop in and rescue her from everything. She’s twenty-two and can take care of herself. It’s not the few extra pounds she carries or her technologically challenged brain that won’t help her figure out how to change a ring tone on her cell phone. It’s not even her asshole-ex-boyfriend who may or may not be the one smashing her packages and leaving her weird messages in the mail and on her phone.

No. It’s the hunky, drool-worthy, make you want to drop the icing spatula and lick him instead best friend of her older brother. Jacob is staying with her for the week. Why? She doesn’t know. But she’s falling for him—hard and fast. Like slipping on a patch of meringue and landing flat on your back. Only this is going to hurt more. Why is he there? And could she pay him to change her ringtone for her?

Army Sergeant, Jacob Pye is still reeling from the fall-out of losing two of his squad members. Now, during some mandatory get your head back on straight time off, he’s on an undercover mission to check on his best friend’s younger sister. The mission: Go in and assess the situation; protect the sexy, young woman; neutralize the enemy. Most importantly—don’t let Cherry know that he’s there to protect her. Oh, and then there’s the hardest part of the mission. Don’t fall for the gorgeous woman who is strong enough to finally make him feel human again. She makes him laugh.

Excerpt:

“Ganache.” She croaked, her throat dry, her mouth not seeming to want to work properly.

“Ganache. This right here.” He held the spatula in front of her, not touching her. But she couldn’t have moved anyway. “The stuff you threw at my head.” His eyebrow cocked.

Clearing her throat she tried to get a handle on her rapid heartbeat, as he handed her the bowl.

“Do you know what I do to little girls who don’t play nice, and who get Daddy all messy for his customers?”

“Oh God.”

“No, just Daddy or Sir, whichever you prefer, young lady.”

“I like naughty girl,” she whispered. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Heck, why not? She reached her fingers into the bowl, scraping a tiny bit onto her fingers, and then ran it down his stubbled cheek, down his neck, and then wiped her finger across his tan t-shirt with two long strokes.“You are such a naughty little girl.” He took the bowl out of her hands and set it on the sink, and quickly turned her around so her belly was against the sink. “Daddy’s going to punish you for that.”

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Author Spotlight – Ashe Barker is here with Her Dark Viking

Her Dark Viking

He saw her. He wanted her. So he returned to take her

Blurb

After she is captured by Viking raiders, twenty-five-year-old Mairead is left with no choice but to depend on Gunnar Freysson, the battle-hardened leader of the Norsemen, to protect her and her young children. Though he makes it clear that she is his property to do with as he pleases, Gunnar shows remarkable concern for Mairead’s wellbeing, and when she risks her life in a dangerous attempt at escape he does not hesitate to strip her bare and spank her soundly.

The strict punishment leaves Mairead thoroughly ashamed yet helplessly aroused, and when Gunnar takes her in his arms and claims her properly she cannot deny her body’s response to his dominant lovemaking. As the days pass, Mairead realizes that Gunnar cares for her deeply, and despite her situation she finds herself falling in love with the stern, handsome warrior. But can she truly give her heart to the man who took her from her home?

Publisher’s Note: Her Dark Viking is a stand-alone sequel to Her Rogue Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt  (18+)

Would a spanking hurt as much as his belt had? Did he perhaps intend to use his belt again? He had not said, she simply assumed he would–

“Lie across my lap and lift up your sark.”

He interrupted her musings with his curt instruction. Gunnar had seated himself on the edge of the bed, where just a few moments ago Donald had sat. The Viking regarded her over his shoulder, his eyes as dark as she had ever seen them and his expression stern.

She had questions, her head brimmed with them, but she supposed all would be answered soon enough. He kept his belt on, which was a relief she supposed. Mairead slipped from the bed and came around to stand before him.

“Shall I take this off?” She plucked at the fabric at the front of her undershirt.

“No. I want you to get in position then raise the sark for me. You will get yourself ready, bare your bottom for me to spank.”

Oh, sweet Jesu. Something coiled and tingled between her legs, and she sensed a fluttering within which she could not quite name but she knew her most private places were dampening at his words. It would have been difficult to remove her clothing for him, but she had done it once and could manage again. This different approach of his was more intense, more humiliating. She was to aid in her own punishment by arranging herself just so.

“Mairead, do not keep me waiting.”

“No, Jarl.” She almost flung herself across his thighs, her head dangling down by his boot and her hair sweeping the floor. She dreaded what she must do next but wanted to get it over with so she reached back to grab the hem of her linen shirt and hastily pulled it up to her waist, then tucked the bulk of the material under her stomach to ensure it remained in place. She was horribly embarrassed, prayed that no one would see fit to open the curtain and see her thus. Had Aigneis managed to get Donald out of the longhouse in time?

“What are you thinking?” His tone was soft, and she took courage from that.

“I am afraid someone will hear, or come in.”

“They might, but there is nothing you can do about any of that now. None of what is to happen to you is under your control so you might as well let it go. Relax, if you can, and surrender.”

“I do not mean to fight you, Jarl. Or to struggle.”

“I know that.” He laid one warm, solid palm on her bottom and rubbed a large circle around her left cheek. “I was thinking more of what is happening in your head. You need only to feel this, not think overmuch about it.”

“I… I will try, Jarl.” Her voice fell to a breathy whisper. Her bottom was still tender from yesterday and as he pressed her delicate skin those sensations returned. How much more punishment could she take?

“You know why this is happening.” It was a statement, not a question.

“I disobeyed you.”

“Yes, though I now rather think you misunderstood my instruction rather than deliberately disobeyed. You should have checked, asked me to clarify.”

“I will, Jarl. Next time.”

“I shall make sure of it. So, are you ready?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I am ready.”

The first volley of spanks were light, teasing almost. Gunnar rained slaps down on both her buttocks, covering the sensitive globes and causing her to clench and writhe on his lap, but not to cry out. It was painful, but not overly so and there was pleasure in it too, especially when he paused to caress her smarting skin. Now she moaned, but in startled delight rather than pain.

“You like that?”

She nodded, but then realised he may not have seen her. “Yes, Jarl.”

“Will you spread your legs for me?”

“Of course.” On one level, she had no choice, he would make her do as he wanted though he did phrase the command most politely. But on another this was exactly what she desired, what she had hoped for. Punishment, submission, sensuality – these were a heady mix and she no longer knew quite how to separate them, or even if she wished to. So she parted her thighs and lay still.

“So pretty, and so wet.” He slid his hand between her thighs and stroked her soaking folds. Mairead tensed under the sudden wave of lust which seemed to engulf her. “Did I hurt you?” His voice was soft now, and achingly seductive.

“No, it was … more pleasant than I remembered.”

“I see. And this?” Now he toyed with the pleasure nub he had awakened yesterday. Mairead stuffed her fist in her mouth in an attempt not to squeal out loud.

“Answer me. Is this nice.”

“Mmmmm.”

Her muffled response clearly did not suffice. He dropped two hard slaps, one on each buttock. “I expect you to talk to me, to answer if I ask you a question. If you do not understand what I want of you, you may tell me that since I know our tongue is still new to you.”

“It is very nice, Jarl.” She blurted the reply out fast, fearing another onslaught of slaps and craving them at the same time.

“And this?” Now he circled her entrance with his finger tip.

“That too, Jarl. It feels so good…”

“This?” His finger entered her, just to the first knuckle she thought. “Any pain?”

“No, it feels wonderful. Perhaps you might… I mean, maybe a little more?”

“Can I trust you to tell me if I hurt you?”

“You have hurt me. You are spanking me, Jarl. It is meant to hurt, is it not?”

“The spanking, yes. Not this.” He swirled his finger between the swollen, sensitive lips. “You only gave birth a month ago.”

“I am healed, truly I am. The birth was easy, and… oh! Ooooh.” She let out a sob as he slid his whole finger into her.

“Tell me, Mairead. Is this painful?”

“No. No, it is … wonderful. Please do not stop.”

“Greedy wench. You will take your spanking; then, if I am satisfied you have learnt better manners, I will give you what you desire.”

More about Ashe Barker

USA 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.

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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:

    Newsletter sign-up
    www.ashebarker.com
    Facebook
    Twitter
    Instagram
    Pinterest
    Goodreads

    Or you can email her direct on ashe.barker1@gmail.com

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.

Connect with Libby Campbell on social media:

Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell
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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/

*****

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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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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Saturday Spanks: Her Spanking Has Just Begun – Cassie and the Fire Captain

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It’s Saturday Spankings time! Which means I get to share some more from my brand new release, Cassie and the Fireman.

Cassie is over Eric’s lap.

And Eric is about to start a fire of his own – on her bare backside…

 

“Loosen up.” He patted her gently. “I don’t want to bruise you.”

 She nodded her head and softened her round cheeks, and he began again in earnest, spanking left, then right, then center, watching as each slap wiggled her fleshy backside. The rosy color intensified and he picked up the pace. He needed to make this a good, hard spanking, one that would release all of her guilt. Giving her a few more firm swats, he paused and lifted her to her feet.

 “Is it over?” she sniffled, rubbing her pink bottom.

 “The warm-up is.”

 

Blurb:

When twenty-four-year-old Cassie Stevens meets Eric Waters, her town’s hunky new fire captain, she assumes he is way out of her league. Cassie isn’t a beauty queen like her mother, and a mature, no-nonsense man like Eric would never be attracted to a fun-loving tomboy like her, especially considering her penchant for getting herself in trouble. So it comes as a shock when he stops by the diner where she works, steers her out of an altercation with some rude customers, and promptly asks her out on a date.

It doesn’t take Cassie long to realize that she has finally met the man of her dreams, and Eric seems to enjoy her sense of humor and playful ways. But after she pulls a foolish prank on him during their first date, he takes her over his knee for a spanking, and she quickly discovers how much a man’s firm hand can sting when applied to a naughty girl’s bare bottom.

Eric’s attention and affection make Cassie feel more loved than she has ever felt before, and despite her sore bottom, his discipline leaves her aroused and yearning to be his. But just as she’s about to give him her heart, it seems he’s no longer interested. Can Cassie put aside her fears and trust Eric, or will her doubts set off a chain of events which will tear their relationship apart?

Publisher’s Note: Cassie and the Fire Captain is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Saturday Spanks- Winter Storm- Jillian takes it all in

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Welcome back to Saturday Spankings!

Today’s excerpt comes from our brand new book, The Winter Storm: The Ever After Chronicles, that was just released!

Jillian, has just come in from the blizzard after being rescued by the handsome, and oh so dominant, Bertram.  As she soaks it all in, she realizes this Lodge is very different from village she left.

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She should have been scared of the “worldly”, sexy environment she had entered.

Her grandmother would have died on the spot because of the “sinful, new age” atmosphere, as she would have called it.

But this felt more real to her than all of her 22 years of life in the village.

Bertram’s spanking had done more to her than she could explain.

And as embarrassing as it was for her to admit to herself, the thought of these women proffering their bottoms for chastisement made her feel warm and funny.

And it felt right.

She belonged here.

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In a world where fairy tales and real life collide, in which truth is sometimes stranger than fiction and romance and fetish are the norm, a winter storm forces a cast of characters to converge at a unique lodge, and three interwoven tales are set in motion.

Jillian and her brother narrowly escape a wolf attack, thanks to a shapeshifter, Bertram. As the owner of the lodge, Bertram opens Jillian’s eyes to a whole new world filled with spanking and so much more. Will she keep fighting her submission, or allow herself the chance for true love?

Coral is a fugitive—hiding from herself, her true desires, and the sea witch to whom she owes a great debt. She fears showing real emotion and letting herself be free, but Jake Hill’s dominating presence beckons her to yield to him—not just her body, but her heart, mind, and soul. When the sea witch demands retribution, though, she may lose the one man she has come to trust.

When Faye blunders while casting a spell upon her landlord, he claims her as his slave until she can undo the magic, and she finds herself subject to his firm discipline. As her attraction to him grows, Faye fears she will give in to the handsome shifter and forever lose her maidenhood, and consequently her powers and the ability to fix her mistake.

Even as all three women struggle with surrendering to the dominant men they have fallen for, each finds herself on a journey to discover her true self. Can they find a way to yield to love without losing themselves in the process?

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