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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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    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
Find her on Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/Libby-Campbell-849543415164235/
Follow her on Twitter: @LibbyC26
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14925906.Libby_Campbell
Visit her Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Libby-Campbell/e/B01B75CENW
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/libby3054/

Maryse Dawson visits!

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

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

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

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EXCERPT:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lord John doth come!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smack! Smack! Smack!

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

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

Smack! Smack! Smack!

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

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

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

 

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BLURB:

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

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

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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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Promo for “Claimed By the Beast”, by Natasha Knight

Let me start by saying that I adore Natasha Knight!

Her writing is so sexy! I love the spankings she creates- whether consensual or non consensual- they are just plain HOT!

I read, and absolutely loved, “Taken By The Beast”, the prequel to this book! If you haven’t gotten this amazing first story, get it, quick! It’s on sale at Blushing Books through Jan 31st!

Unfortunately, I haven’t had time to read this new one, due to the business of the holidays. But it is in my Nook, and begging for my attention!

And after reading the blurb Natasha has so kindly shared with us, I might just have to cancel my New Year’s plans for a reading night!  After only one small scene, I am already in love with Marcus. 🙂

Thanks for coming by, Natasha!

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Hi Katherine, thanks for having Rachel, Marcus and I here today to promote my new release, Claimed by the Beast. I both love and hate picking out little snippets to share on blogs, but yours was easy. I have some idea as to how much you like spankings…just a little hint… The scene I’ve chosen for today is the set up to Rachel’s first spanking by Marcus. She’s already been spanked by his brother, Elijah. Poor thing didn’t know Marcus knew about that…

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Holding onto her, he sat down on the couch and pulled her along so she stood between his legs, her small hands in his. Looking up into her eyes, he unbuttoned the top button of her jeans. She looked back, a little nervous, growing more nervous as he unzipped them.

“I’m glad you understand,” he began, wanting to establish this part of their relationship now, let her know what she could expect from him. “But I want to be sure that you also understand that there are consequences to actions,” he said, never breaking the link between their eyes. The slight shift in her expression wasn’t exactly confusion but something else. “I know Elijah spanked you,” he said.

Her face flushed red and she dropped her gaze to the floor.

“Look at me.” He touched her chin, making her meet his eyes.

“He told you?” she asked, so embarrassed she could only manage a whisper.

Marcus nodded. She dropped her gaze again, her face still bright red.

“I am sorry I haven’t been here for you and that you needed my brother to…”

She pulled free and turned away. “Oh my God, can we just not talk about it?” she asked.

He stood and took hold of her shoulders, forcing her to face him. “He was stepping in for me when I should have been here. He was taking care of you for me.”

She only looked at him.

“I want you to know that from now on, I will take care of you, I will be the one to discipline you when you need it and…”

“Pardon me?” she asked, stepping back and folding her arms across her chest once again.

Marcus didn’t waver for a moment. This first spanking would be the hardest, he knew that, but they just had to move beyond it. “I’m going to spank you now for disobeying me earlier, Rachel. Take your jeans and panties down and come here,” he said, sitting on the couch and turning on the TV. He could feel her watching him as he flipped through the channels and found a children’s cartoon loud enough to mask the sound of the spanking, of the resistance he expected this first time. He then turned back to her and raised his eyebrows.

“You’re not spanking me,” she said. He could almost smell how nervous she was.

“I am. The part you have a say in is where you get to decide how easy or how hard this will go for you.”

“Marcus, be reasonable,” she began, taking a step back when he took one toward her. She glanced behind her, gauging the little bit of space she had left before she hit the wall, her proximity to the door. He thought of her trying to run for it, of catching her and forcing her over his knee. His cock grew hard at the idea.

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Blurb

More than a year has passed since Marcus, free at last from his harsh captivity, disappeared to lead a life of solitude. Rachel waits for him, clinging to hope, but her fear grows that the man with whom she shares an unbreakable bond is lost to her forever. Despair leads her to take risks with her life, and Elijah does his best to keep her safe, but he knows that only his brother’s return can truly heal her wounded heart.

Believing that he will only bring her pain and sadness, Marcus has vowed to leave Rachel on her own, telling himself that she will move on and find love and happiness in the arms of some other man. But when the dark shadows of the past engulf his family again and Rachel’s life is put in terrible danger, he is given no choice but to return and take back what is his.

Though overjoyed that Marcus has returned at last, Rachel cannot bring herself to believe that he will truly stay this time, and her doubts push her to defy him even as he fights to protect her. She soon learns, however, that he will tolerate no disobedience when her safety is at stake, and her defiance will be dealt with firmly. As she stands before him, bare and blushing with her well-spanked bottom on display, knowing there is much more to come, Rachel longs for her mate to claim her as his and his alone. But can he shield her from those who would do them harm, or will he be torn away from her yet again?

Publisher’s Note: Claimed by the Beast is the sequel to Taken by the Beast. It is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, graphic sexual scenes, elements of medical play and BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Natasha Knight is the author of several BDSM and spanking erotic romances all of which explore the mind of the Dominant male and the submissive female, discovering just beneath the surface of each story that key element of love. Her characters are as human as she: powerful and vulnerable, flawed, perhaps damaged but with an incredible capacity to love.

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The Symbiotic Relationship Between Author and Reader, an Interview with Cara Bristol

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I thoroughly enjoyed reading Cara Bristol’s “Breeder”, and knew I just had to pick her brain about her awesome new book!  It’s a wonderful combination of romance, spanking fiction, and action- all set in a science fiction setting.  She has created a new world full of passion and aggression, a society where males dominate and females submit.  I adored this book, and cannot wait to read the next in this series!

The thing that struck me most about this story was the line between men and women.  Men were takers, women were givers. And there was no room for middle ground or compromise – at least not at the beginning.  But the story took us through a wonderful adventure of an Alpha Male (The Alpha Male!) who dared to not only show a female compassion, but also to fall in love with her!

In Breeder, the lesson learned is about male and female learning to work together, and to love each other.  The same can be said for authors and readers. One will not thrive without the other.  They have a symbiotic relationship, bettering each other as each betters herself (or himself).

Since the story’s plot centered on characters that learned to use their differences to complement each other, and find value in what each had to offer, I thought it would be fun to do a role reversal of sorts for this author interview.  So instead of a “normal” interview where I ask the author questions, Cara Bristol will ask me questions, to better get to know me as a reader.  And of course, I will be getting to know her and her story better, as well.

I hope you enjoy our role reversal.

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Cara Bristol:  Thanks, Katherine for having me today. This is a unique opportunity. Even though reviews can give an author feedback, being able to ask questions is even better! One of the things I’d like to know is if you have read science fiction romance before, and what made you pick my book.

Katherine Deane:  Thanks for agreeing to do something a little different, Cara.  I love science fiction (Jim Butcher is one of my favorites!), and have read some science fiction romance. Most of my sci fi has been limited to TV.  Do you remember Dr. Who (Tom Baker, of course!), The Tomorrow People, Sliders, and Battlestar Gallactica?

But I have not had very many opportunities to read science fiction, romance AND spanking.  That sounded like a fun combination, that I hoped wouldn’t overwhelm me.

I decided to read this after reading some of the excerpts in the Saturday Spankings blog posts.  The premise intrigued me, and I have enjoyed all your other stories. I was so excited when I finally got to read it! It was everything I had hoped for!

Cara Bristol:  Thank you! I’m glad Breeder met expectations. LOL. I used to watch Battlestar Gallactica, although I was more of a Trekkie and watched rather than read sci-fi.  However, TV and movies focus on spaceships, gadgets, explosions and things that are visual. Written science fi romance brings emotion to the story. I’m curious, what were some of the emotions you experienced as you read Breeder?

Katherine Deane:  I can’t believe I forgot to mention Star Trek, the original one with Kirk and Spock!  It’s funny that you just brought up emotions. That was one of the most entertaining parts about watching Kirk and Spock play off each other. One was a dramatic, over-emoter, the other was quiet, analytical, and unemotional.  Yet they complemented each other perfectly! This is something I would like to bring up later in our conversation.  The need for complementary emotions and actions in a relationship.

As for emotions, I went through so many different emotions, all depending on the scene.

Anger, frustration, elation, lust. It was like riding a roller coaster! It was exhilarating!

I also had to slow down my reading. I originally wanted to pour through it as quickly as I could. But I realized, early on, that this was a story meant to be savored- not rushed.  I am so glad I did that. It made the story that much more enjoyable!

Cara Bristol:  I’m so glad. My goal in this story was to make my readers feel.  Did you have any impressions of Breeder before you read it that were altered after you finished it?

Katherine Deane:  Honestly, I originally thought this was going to be a mod-podge of science fiction, BDSM and spanking romance.   When I heard it was about a society that looked upon females as less than animals, I was nervous.  I knew that the writing would be impeccable. But I wasn’t sure if it would be the right fit for me. Especially when I saw that there would be a little bit of M/M included.

(Actually, the few M/M scenes were done tastefully, and were such an integral part of the plot, that I was able to ease out of my comfort zone.)

I also feared my inner feminist would be disappointed by the harsh conditions and degraded women. I was pleasantly surprised by the depth, and the levels of emotions the main characters went through.  I felt kind of silly having worried about being disappointed. (This story most definitely, did NOT disappoint!)  But sometimes, authors change their style, or write different genres. The reader doesn’t always know what s/he is getting into, even if it is the same author they have followed for a while.

Cara Bristol:  This was a different genre for me.  Years ago, when I first started writing fiction, I dabbled in sci-fi, but then moved on to mainstream fiction, and then erotic romance.  I knew writing Breeder would be risky because it contained elements that might turn readers off. Did you your feelings about the characters change as you read the book?

Katherine Deane:  I quickly grew to love Omra and Dak!  Omra was so much more than just a shell, a breeder with no ability for cognitive thought, or scared of her own shadow.  I loved watching her grow, and push aside her self-doubts and lack of self-worth.  She was beautiful, strong, intelligent, the perfect example of potential in the society’s “useless” breeders.

Dak grew to be so much more than just a commanding presence and authority figure.  He actually had an open mind, and was willing to grow with Omra. I loved that about him, and felt that made him even more powerful.  The scene that stood out to me, was when he made the decision about dealing with the Enclave.  This was big, and showed his compassionate nature.  While I love authoritative men, I also need them to show some compassion for their lover.

Cara Bristol:  What stands out to you about the Parseon world, its culture or people?

Katherine Deane:  The culture, definitely.  The people followed the new culture and structure, because it was the only way to save themselves from the warring.  The people were not as bad as made out to be.  Unfortunately, the strongest among them continued to push their closed minded beliefs onto everyone else.  It was good to see that there were bands of people willing to open their eyes; to see that the need for the harsh structure, (and lies) were not necessary any more.

I would actually like to know how the original protocol began. Why were females lowered to such degradation?  Was it because there were strong females who battled for supremacy in the older days?

Cara Bristol:  Hmm…maybe I could write a “prequel” after I write the series. What were the most visual aspects of the story?

Katherine Deane:  Please do!  I will be first in line to read it! I’m already picturing strong, dominant, beautiful women and handsome, aggressive men – sparks flying everywhere! Mmmmm, I can also picture some very hot sex and spankings in that one!  Keep me posted, please!

About the visual aspects, I loved how you vividly described everything, especially the beauty of the world, through Omra’s eyes, showing her youthful innocence, – just as a child sees things.  Wonder, adoration, excitement, purity… I loved it!

My favorite scene that shows this is the one where Dak is taking Omra back to his home, and they both take in the beauty of the surrounding foliage. I loved how the scene was described using both sight, touch, and smell.  This was probably my favorite scene as far as “visuals” go. I hope it’s ok for me to share it now.

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** *A wonder of verdant hues filled her vision, from the mosses and vines clinging to the trees, grasses waving in the breeze, the vividness of the leaves themselves. A branch of a large, bushy plant slapped against the conveyance as they passed, and she plucked off a tender leaf. She stroked it, marveling at the smoothness, and raised it to her nose.

“What are you doing?” The Commander frowned.

She recoiled. “I-I am smelling a leaf.”

He cocked his head. “Why?”

Because she hadn’t been outside the BCF walls in a year. Because she hadn’t danced in a meadow, raised her face to the rain, woven a garland of flowers, or watched fallen leaves soar on the wind. Before she could devise a response, he asked, “What does it smell like?” ***

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Cara Bristol:  The mantra at the back of my mind as I wrote it was, “show, don’t tell.” I think setting plays a big role in sci-fi (as it does in historical fiction) because the author creates an unfamiliar world. No one has been to Parseon. LOL.  This book also had more action, specifically violence, than my other books. What did you think about that aspect?

Katherine Deane:  The violence was done perfectly. Not too much, not too little. It was just right. It was a necessary part of the story.  And it built the characters and the world.  I liked the violence being shown to keep the story authentic (an aggressive world of alpha and beta males that did not include beatings and floggings would have not seemed realistic. And I prefer the stories I read, to make sense.).  But I appreciated that you did not go overboard with the violence.   This was a nice compromise that kept me happy, because ultimately, even though I like science fiction and adventure, I am still a romantic at heart.  I prefer the romance and growth to take a slight precedence over the action and drama.

Cara Bristol:  That raises another question. Did you find the story romantic?

Katherine Deane:  Totally!  Their biggest obstacles were the society, and its views, and their own individual conflicting emotions over their relationship.  They didn’t even have a word for “Love”.  It was alien to them.  Yet, they fought against their world, their protocol, and their original belief system, to embrace this one word they didn’t fully understand- love.  This was very romantic and beautiful!

Cara Bristol:  Do you have any questions for me?

Katherine Deane:  LOL, I have been chomping at the bit for a while now! Thanks. Here goes.

Where did you come up with the idea of this male dominated, futuristic society? That’s a very big jump from your Rod and Cane Series.

Cara Bristol:  It began with the notion of a society in which the law forced women into sexual slavery, to be used at a male’s whim. Obviously, I couldn’t set the story in contemporary times on this planet, and just as obviously (I hope!) the story developed well beyond that. Sexual slavery served as the seed, but it isn’t what ultimately grew. It’s like planting an apple seed, and getting an avocado tree.

Katherine Deane:  What do you think of the symbiotic nature of Parseon’s men and women?

Cara Bristol:  When the story begins, there is no real relationship between the sexes. Men need women for reproduction, but many in power resent even that. Women are completely marginalized. But Dak and Omra overcome society’s dictates and grow to complement each other, to support each other. He becomes her hero, and she becomes his heroine.

Katherine Deane:  I loved that.
What made you decide to write in both POV’s? I’m glad you did. It gave me an opportunity to get to know Dak better.

Cara Bristol:  All my other books have scenes and chapters from the hero’s POV, but those stories are primarily the heroine’s, so they are mostly told from her POV. Once I got into Breeder, I realized it was as much Dak’s story as Omra’s. In fact, I had to rein him in to keep him from taking over the whole novel. He is definitely alpha!

Katherine Deane:  Too funny! I love Alpha males!

Where are you going next?

Cara Bristol:  I have to finish writing Rod and Cane 5, tentatively titled Hasty Exits, and I have to write 30K novella for a sooper sekrit project under contract, and then I shall begin Breeder 2: Terran.

Thank you so much for having me. This was great fun.

Katherine Deane:  Thanks so much for swapping with me. It was fun! Congratulations!

I am already looking forward to the next one.  Good luck with the secret project. 🙂

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Breeder blurb

To secure his legacy, Commander Dak, a ruling Alpha of planet Parseon, purchases Omra, a breeder slave. He intends to impregnate her, produce a son, and hand her off to his anointed beta partner. As Dak and Omra discover a sexual bliss banned by law, he begins to question the traditions and ways of his people, causing him to jeopardize his command and endanger the life of the woman he has come to love.

Breeder explores the concepts of gender roles and social prohibitions against deviant behavior. It includes M/F and M/M sexual practices.

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Breeder Excerpt

If not for the sneeze, Dak would have exited the musty, dank corridor. But the muffled sound caught his attention. When he squinted into the darkened cell, he spotted a female crouched on a straw mat in the corner. He hadn’t noticed her on his way into the Breeder Containment Facility; the habitation unit had appeared empty.

Dak turned to the BCF director and sighed. “What about her?”

The beta’s already crooked mouth drooped farther in distaste. “My apologies, Commander. You don’t want that one.”

Sival’s disparagement piqued Dak’s interest. The director’s opinion had proven worthless; none of the breeders he’d preselected for inspection had rated close to satisfactory.

“I would like to see her,” Dak insisted.

“Very well, Commander.” Sival saluted and opened the habitation cell with a master entry card. Dak stepped into the small enclosure. The director followed, and the metal gate clanked shut.

The naked female drew into a tighter ball and tucked her face deeper into the crook of her arm. Other breeders had preened as soon as they’d noticed him and his chest-insignia identification. He wasn’t just an alpha. He was the Alpha.

This breeder’s lack of respect and failure to adhere to Protocol by acknowledging his presence struck him as odd. Dak frowned. “Is she mentally deficient?”

Sival tightened his lips. “No, stubborn, ill behaved. She would not befit an Alpha Commander.” He nudged the female’s hip with the toe of his boot. “Rise to your feet.” She did not respond, and he moved to prod her again. Dak forestalled him with a wave and grasped the female’s arm.

“You will stand.” He hauled her upright. She averted her face, so he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. Tangled hair the color of black heating stones fell back from an oval face to reveal eyes like the Parseon moon. The glimmer of intelligence that sparked within the violet depths aroused his interest more than anything else he’d seen so far. Nature had bestowed the Parseon people with an exceptionally strong immune system so that they rarely required medical intervention, but breeders by nature were weak, and so many of the ones he’d seen had seemed dull or ill or both. This one’s skin, when unsmudged by grime and dirt, probably glowed like the pale sands of the Ospian Sea. He supposed, as breeders went, she wasn’t unattractive, although the stench emanating from her was. His beta would throw a fit if he dragged such a creature into their domicile.

“Why is she so filthy?” he asked.

“She refuses to bathe.”

As Dak scrutinized her facial features for shape and symmetry, he noted little imperfection or dysgenics other than her lack of hygiene and her gender. When cleaned up, she would please the eye, but to bear his sons, it mattered more that she be healthy and strong.

He released her face, stepped back, and assessed her from head to toe. He exceeded the height of most males, alphas included, while she stood smaller than the average female. The top of her head failed to even meet his shoulder. She was thinner than other breeders too, although her chest bore an abundance of fatty breast tissue. In the chill of the cell, her nipples had puckered to hard points. Despite the coolness, he was experiencing a rise in temperature. A dormant lust chose that moment to kindle, causing heat to coil in his abdomen and groin. He could not remember the last time he’d experienced such a spontaneous reaction—if he ever had. With the pads of his fingers, he probed the sides of her neck for swollen areas. The way she trembled under his touch aroused a sliver of sympathy. Breeders lacked courage, and uncertainty frightened them. Not all alphas and their betas treated breeders well. If he chose her, she would be adequately fed and housed. His command consumed his time and energy, which left his beta alone for long stretches. A breeder would relieve Corren of household chores and provide him with a physical outlet as well.

“What is she called?” Dak asked.

“Her sire named her Omra.”

Peace, it meant.

He parted Omra’s lips with his fingers and slipped a digit into her mouth, running it along her upper gum line to check the solidness of her teeth. At a flash in her eyes, he jerked his hand away a centisecond before she snapped her jaws together, so that her incisor only grazed the tip of his finger.

Sival’s face reddened. “Commander, I apologize. I will have her flogged.”

“Unnecessary. I will take care of it.” He unclipped the sudon from his belt.