A Lie Unraveled — Constance Masters

A Lie Unravelled

by: Constance Masters


Release Date: Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Sales Blurb:

Destiny Bridges moves back to her old family home with her nine-year-old daughter Sophia. Sophia doesn’t fit in at school and Destiny pulls her out, deciding to homeschool the wayward child. Her world spins on it’s axis though when she opens the door to find the new principal and Sophia’s secret daddy standing there. He tells her in no uncertain terms that she needs to properly sort out the homeschooling or get her daughter back to school.

Justin Alexander moves back to the same home town with his daughter Lily-Grace. He has raised his sweet daughter by himself since his wife’s death more than five years earlier. He comes back home to be closer to his mother and to take up the new position of principal at Benton East Elementary. When Justin does some digging to find out why Sophia has had so much trouble fitting in at school, he uncovers what seems to be a huge lie. When he finds out that Destiny has kept his daughter from him for years, he is furious and he wastes no time in exacting that revenge on Destiny’s behind.

Can two estranged lovers reconnect and blend their families into one? Probably not without some order that Justin is determined to bring to their lives.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women. If this offends you, please do not purchase this book.

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Excerpt :

Destiny crept down the stairs for the third time in an hour. Shes finally asleep,she said.

Are you sure she wont wake up?he asked.

Yes, Im positive she wont wake up. She isnt easy to get to sleep but, once shes nodded off, shes out for the count. I wont hear from her until probably eight-thirty tomorrow morning.

Great, sit and talk to me,Justin said. I just have to know.

Destiny couldnt look him in the eye so she got up and wiped the island counter and moved items around that didnt need to be moved. She didnt want to risk putting herself in it, if he, in fact, was referring to something else and not Sophias parentage. About the homeschooling?It was worth a try wasnt it?

Justin was behind her in a second. He snatched a wooden spoon from the crock holder, grabbed her hand and towed her back to the sofa. “Let’s call this the talking stick,he said. “Now start talking or Im sure you can guess what happens next.

Destiny just didnt know where to start or what to say. I dont know what you want from me,” she said, and I dont know what you mean by what happens next—” her eyes drifted back to the wooden spoon in his hand and it suddenly dawned on her what he meant to do with his talking stick. “No, theres no way youre going to smack me with that thing.

We’ll see.He rubbed the spoon up down the side of her leg. Look at me,he said. I want to know if I am Sophias father. I can find out anyway, it will just be a matter of a simple court ordered test, but why put us all through all that when you know the answer and can just open up and tell the truth. Im not putting up with this for much longer, Destiny, I want answers. I deserve answers.

Tears welled up in the young mothers eyes. For years, she had dreamed of this very moment.

Maybe she hadnt dreamed of this very moment. In her dreams, Justin had been more the knight in shining armor than pissed off principal with wooden spoon. I dont know what to tell you,she almost whispered. Before she could actually form a proper answer, she found herself tugged across Justin’s hard knees. Stop, Ill tell you,she said. Too little too late apparently because the thick wooden utensil landed on her bottom with a hard thwack and not just once. Thud after miserable thud of the hard wooden spoon came down across her now stinging rear. It was awful; it stung on the outside but left a dull thudding pain deeper down. How can I tell you if youre spanking me?she hissed. Just as quickly, she was once again upright. She sat there on his knee like a naughty two-year old, her face flaming with embarrassment. How dare he?

Am I Sophias dad?he asked her, determination sparkling in his green eyes, daring her to go for round two. “Am I?”

Yes, you are.A combination of fear and relief whooshed through Destiny and she found herself incapable of even taking a breath while she waited for his response. This had been a conversation ten years in the making and she was starting to wish that she hadnt left it that long.

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Author Bio:

Constance Masters is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author.

She writes romantic spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance.

Constance has always been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It’s a lot like her life.

WIP it up Wednesday — Daddy’s Property (dark western)

Hello, everyone, and welcome to the mid-week blog hop where everyone gets to share what they’re working on! This is a fun blog hop, since I love seeing what everyone’s up to!

This week, I’m sharing an excerpt from a book that I just finished drafting. I’m working on editing it now, and I’m eager to share it with all of you!

The working title for this is Daddy’s Property (subject to change). It’s the story of a young woman, Aida Preston, who is kidnapped from her home and held hostage by a band of wild west outlaws. She’s forced to obey the leader of the pack, or suffer the consequences at his hand. Aida is a bit of a spoiled brat, and Cole is up for the challenge of teaching her better manners.


In the following excerpt, Cole’s company has been joined by a rowdy band of criminals, and Aida is having a fit about it. Cole demands complete obedience from her,  and isn’t too pleased with her behavior…



Tell me there’s more than beans and cornbread when we get to town tonight,” Aida mumbled, her lips pursed. She’d endured the raucous meal, as Monty and his gang regaled Cole’s crew with tales of their most recent exploits. Aida was no doubt horrified by their deplorable manners. Cole couldn’t help it, and felt fairly sickened himself. God almighty, who ate with one side of his mouth and chewed tobacco with the other? Disgusting. He was so intent on keeping an eye on Monty and his men that he’d nearly forgotten Aida was there. She’d sat quietly by his side, but as he glanced at her now, he noted the flash of her eyes, the thinned lips, her arms tucked tight against her chest. And damn, if she got any closer to him she’d be sitting in his lap.

Still, she couldn’t be allowed to carry on with such comments. Cole fixed her with a stern look. “Beans and cornbread fill our bellies,” he said in a low voice, so that he wouldn’t be overheard. “And you’ll eat what you’re given without gripin.”

She scoffed, tossing her head. “Where I’m from, we eat a varied diet,” she said, her teeth gritted.

What the hell was she playing at? Did the girl want her backside blistered? He reached for her chin and drew her face to his, tilting her eyes, his fingers grasping firmly enough she winced. He leaned in so he could whisper in her ear. “Where I come from, little girls do as they’re told unless they want to be taken across their Daddy’s lap.” She yanked her chin away from him and looked away. She was pulling this now? He scraped the last of his food with his spoon and ate it quickly, before he stood and handed his bowl and Aida’s to Doc. He took her by the hand and squeezed, pulling her so that she stood close by his side.

Her lips were still pursed, and she continued muttering. “Crick in my neck the size of a goose egg. Filthy men who eat with their mouths open. My dress needs a good scrub, and this coffee is the worst swill I’ve ever downed in my life.” She tried fruitlessly to pull her hand away from his, but he held fast. He’d not abide brats at any time, least of all at a time when her safety was in a precarious position. Cole held tight to her hand and clenched his jaw.

Aida, you mind your tongue,” he ordered..

To his suprise, she finally yanked her hand away from him, planted both hands on her hips, and glared. “No.”

A sudden flash of shock hit him a split second before his instincts kicked in. Didn’t matter what had gotten into the little brat. Didn’t matter who was there, or that they had a schedule to keep. She needed a firm hand. She needed a good, hard spanking to get her head on straight. His gaze flitted to his strap before he turned his head, narrowing his eyes on the thin branches of a nearby birch. The strap would be loud and draw unwanted attention. He needed something that would be quiet and sting enough to make a good, lasting impression.

Doc eyed him wordlessly as he stacked the dirty bowls. Cole tucked Aida by his side, and marched her past the rest of the men. Junior stood with his arms crossed, his eyes focused on Monty in undisguised hatred. At least they’d be able to get by him without raising his goddamn protective instincts of all things feminine. Justice sat close enough to Monty’s crew one would think he was one of them, laughing his fool head off at something one of Monty’s men was saying to him. The sight set Cole’s nerves on edge. It might do well to feign friendship, but he wondered how much Justice was actually feigning. He was not amused by the fact that her behavior was taking him away from what he needed to do here, with his men. She’d get another good round for that.

Let go of my hand,” Aida hissed.

He held her hand harder. “One more word, little girl,” he warned. “One more word and I’ll bare your backside in front of all of them.”

He regretted the words the second they left his mouth, as Cole never made idle threats. But he’d spoken too soon. He didn’t want to bare her in front of the other men, but now that he’d said it, he would follow through, if only because he was a man of his word. Better to teach her he meant what he said than risk her losing the edge of fear she’d been taught in the short time they’d been together. But fortunately, the threat had the desired effect, and she fell into silent but furious step beside him.

“Be back soon,” he muttered to Doc, who merely nodded and continued scraping the dishes clean. Cole felt the eyes of Monty and his crew on his back, but he continued dragging her along with him down to a secluded area, wooded but dimly lit with moonlight.

You’re hurting my hand,” she protested, trying again to pull away.

Darlin’,” he said, his words taut from undisguised anger, “I’m gonna hurt more than your hand.”




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Lilly Blossoms – A Guest Visit with Maggie Ryan!

lillyblossoms-cover-mr_500x755Hey, everyone! Today we’re chatting with the lovely and talented Maggie Ryan about the third book in her Lessons in Submission series, Lilly Blossoms! Here’s the blurb:

Beauty isn’t perfection—it is the ability to see beyond the flaws.

Victorian England is not kind to those born without privilege, and yet Lillian Lancaster has made a home for herself and a scrawny feral cat. Lilly is happiest working in the gardens, knowing she can never match their beauty. She is one of the flower-girls on the streets selling the bouquets she makes with love for mere pennies. When her very livelihood is threatened by what was intended as a kindness, she assuages her conscience by crawling through the hedge and taking only what she needs to survive. On the day her presence is threatened to be discovered, she takes refuge in an oak tree and witnesses a scene that will change her life.

The moment Phillip Carrington sees Lilly hidden in the foliage, he is intrigued. The moment he holds her, he is captivated. The moment she gives him her trust, he knows he wants to spend the rest of his life convincing her that she is the most beautiful bloom in the garden.

Will his love be enough to teach this young woman that her past does not need to keep her trapped in fear? Will learning what happens behind the etched-glass doors of the special school run by Miss Eleanor Summers frighten her, or will it let her see that what she perceives as flaws are actually to be viewed as part of the beautiful soul that lives inside her? Will she place her trust in Lord Carrington and, with the gift of her submission, allow him to lead her away from the darkness?

Lilly Blossoms is the third book in Maggie Ryan’s bestselling Lessons in Submission series and yet it can also be read as a stand alone.

Disclaimer: This is a book based in the Victorian era and includes the dynamic of age-play. It includes the spanking of adult women and explicit sexual scenes, including anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Here’s a very enticing excerpt…

He looked down when he felt her head lift from his chest. “I’ll try to explain but first I must ask you to make me a promise.”

“All right.”

“No, don’t agree so quickly. What I’m about to share with you is to remain between the two of us. This is the sort of promise that, if broken, would not only destroy the trust I have in you, but might have the power to hurt others. People like Rachel and more that you don’t even know.” He watched as her nose crinkled and without thought moved his hand to pat against her backside. “And, little one, if that promise is broken, I would find it necessary to turn you over my lap and give you a lesson.”

Her eyes widened, their green growing a bit darker. “A very tangible lesson?”

“Yes. I assure you that by the time I let you up, your little bottom would be burning and you’d find it very uncomfortable to sit down.” He waited, ready for her to jump up and tell him to go to hell but praying that she would remain exactly where she was. His heart filled when she nodded.

“I understand, and I promise not to speak of anything we discuss. I swear it.”

He patted her bottom again, not to give her a warning, but because the feel of her soft globes against his palm just felt right. “I believe you. Rachel is actually one of Miss Summers’s students.”

“Why would she go to school? I mean, yes, she does look very young but… well, when that man untied her bloomers… um, I saw…” He adored the flush that suffused her cheeks and the fact that she couldn’t quite seem to get her words out.

“You are right. She is actually a year older than you.” He saw her disbelief and chuckled. “Yes, I assure you she is. I attended her birthday party only a few months ago. As I already told you, the man you saw is not her father, but is her papa—again, by choice. Rachel, is also not my niece by blood, but one by choice. The students here are all of legal age and are all here by choice. Some have agreed to attend at the behest of their fiancé, or even a few attend though they are already wed. And occasionally, a woman will find her way to this school on her own, hoping to find the sort of man who is seeking the type of woman they desire to be.”

“What do they desire?”

“Submission.” He paused again, allowing her time to consider his answer, knowing it was a subject few people ever even considered.

Ready to one-click your copy? Lilly Blossoms is available on Amazon, Blushing Books, iBooks, AllRomance, and Barnes & Noble.

Want to know more about Maggie? Here’s her bio!

#1 International and award winning best selling author for Blushing Books. I write both contemporary erotica and historical spanking romances. I enjoy writing about characters that enjoy the provocative D/S lifestyle of today’s times as well as taking a step back into the past to write stories that take place in the Victorian era with age-play as a theme.

I live in the great Lone Star state with my wonderful husband. I have always loved reading. Growing up in a family with four children, it was difficult finding a place to be alone. I was probably one of the squeakiest clean girls on the planet as I would spend hours in the tub so I could read without being bothered. It wasn’t long before I began to make up my own endings to the books I was reading. From there, it just seemed natural to begin writing my own stories.

I never try to restrict myself to any one genre because there are just too many delicious possibilities out there and inside my head. I admit to being somewhat of a romantic though as my stories always must have a great deal of love, passion, corporal discipline and, of course, great, mind-blowing sex. I want my readers to be able to see, hear, feel and know the characters that I’m creating as well as I do when I bring them to life and transfer their stories to paper. I want my women to be strong of character but also strong enough to know that submission given in love and trust to your partner does not make you weaker, it makes you far stronger. I want my men to be sexy, strong, demanding alpha males who know how to take what they want while acknowledging it is a gift they have been blessed with by the women that have chosen to submit to them. I want there to be no doubt that they truly would die for the other no matter how others might view their relationship.

You can follow Maggie on Twitter, or contact her by email at maggie.ryan.writes@gmail.com

Don’t miss these other great titles by Maggie Ryan and Blushing Books:

Charming Isabella
Louisa Revealed: Women of Wintercrest Book 1
Lord Edward’s Law: Women of Wintercrest Book 2
Claimed: Women of Wintercrest Book 3
Lucy Surrenders:  Women of Wintercrest Book 4
Summer Solace
Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca
Lucy’s Journey Home:  Hunter’s Ridge Book 1
Homecoming: Hunter’s Ridge Book 2
Reunion: Hunter’s Ridge Book 3
Blessed Beginnings: Hunter’s Ridge 4
Designed for Submission: Divine Designs Book 1
A Submissive’s Dream: Divine Designs Book 2
Treasured Submission
Haven’s Promise: Divine Designs Book 3
The Christmas Pickle
A Submissive’s Gift: Divine Designs Book 4
Rosie’s Resolutions (Masters of the Castle)
My Charming Valentine (Corbin’s Bend)
Miss Summers’ School: Lessons in Submission, Book One
Cherry’s Jubilee: Lessons in Submission, Book Two
Ever Lasting Hope (Corbin’s Bend)
An Author’s Angst (Corbin’s Bend)
Realizing Her Dream (w/ Laurel Jane)
His Passionate Pioneer
My Sassy Settler
A Little Sunshine (written w/ Abbie Adams)
Vintage Values (Corbin’s Bend)
Jewel’s Gems (The Red Petticoat Saloon)
Rescuing Ruby Red (The Red Petticoat Saloon)
Lilly Blossoms (Lessons In Submission, Book Three)

Luminosity & Ignition — guest visit with STacy McWilliams!


all3-2d-Stacy_McWilliams-authorpa.com-1000px-04Stacy McWilliams is the mum of two boys, a wife and a writer. She loves reading a variety of genres and enjoy a diverse range of movies.

She writes paranormal romance and loves to meet new people.

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Jasmine Johnstone’s life was relatively normal until she was forced to live with the Stevenson family. As she stayed she found she had no choice but to battle mythical creatures. Strengths she never knew she possessed began to surface, surprising those around her. Her only chance of surviving the rising tide of evil was Nathan Stevenson. Could she really trust him as he fought against his love for her? With the world against them and time running out, would their love be enough to defeat demons? (204 pages)

Luminosity Teaser



Life has never been easy for Jasmine Johnstone, but failing for Nathan Stevenson brings a whole new level of difficulty. Since she arrived at his home he’s blown hot and cold with her, turned against her and revealed a deadly threat. He is sworn to kill her, and fights against his love for her more than ever, but he knows he can’t live without her.

As they run from monsters, and each other, can their love survive?

Time begins to run out and with new friends and enemies in the strangest places, will they learn who to trust in time?

With their love stronger than ever, but forces pulling them apart, is love enough to keep them together or will Nathan’s parents succeed in pulling them apart? (214 pages)


candlelight-2d-Stacy_McWilliams-authorpa.com-350pxCandlelight ***This novella is the prequel to Luminosity****

Life was full of nothing but darkness for Nathan Stevenson until Jasmine appeared in his life. She brought his innermost desires to the surface. She burned her way through to his heart to become embedded in his soul. He knew she was dangerous but would she break down his wall as he dreamed of her touch and fought against the impulse to protect her? Would their love be enough to defeat his demons? Was he strong enough to resist her or would her light burn irrevocably? (95 pages)

Paranormal romance at it’s best. Loved it!!

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I read this book in under 3 hours.. its gripping from the first word. thoroughly enjoyed it and look forward to the next book.

–  Amazon Reader

This book gripped me from the 1st page

–  Amazon Reviewer


Here is an excerpt taken from Candlelight

School passed in a blur and that night, I spent my time catching up on all the work I had missed. The following day, an opportunity presented itself to me and I couldn’t resist getting my message across to that fucker.

James walked a little ahead of me during class time. It looked as if he headed to the library. He didn’t notice me as I looped around the corridor and caught him before he entered, pushing him into a disused office. I slammed him full force up against the wall and put my arm over his throat. I allowed my hands to morph into claws, holding them at a vein in his throat as fury pulsed through me.

I froze him with my powers. I could feel his powers trying to find a way around mine. I brushed them aside, as though they were no more than a fly in my face. Demon power raced through me and I stood tall before spitting out, “I know what you did and I know what you are trying to do. You won’t succeed. For every single time you try, I will ruin something you care about. You are not getting away with this; I will make sure of it…”

I broke off and turned my hand back to normal before I punched him full force in the nose. I relished the sound of the bone breaking. He would heal it in seconds, though he wouldn’t be able to get rid of the blood from Demon sight. Strolling towards the door, I called over my shoulder,

“Mop yourself up, you disgusting piece of filth.”

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Rendered — new from Susannah Shannon!


by: Susannah Shannon

September 13, 2016


“Note to self, thought Cass, “Spanx don’t protect you from spanks…”


If you can’t stand the heat…

Cass and her beloved Killian are in Chicago filming her new cooking show. Being the star of her own TV show does not keep Cass Harper-Nelson from being herself which means she flies by the seat of her (often rather toasty) pants. Her wit and down-to-earth manner has her making new friends and embracing a former enemy when she goes head to head with an adversary from her past.

How does a conflicted, feisty submissive embrace all that life has to offer while dueling with Men’s Rights Activists? Trust her loving husband to make sure the beloved cook learns what happens when you jump out of the frying pan into the fire.

Friends from Slick Trench, Alaska, visit and a new venture is embraced. Rendered features all the love, heat, belly laughs and scrumptious recipes that are a feature of the Cass series.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women.



“I am crazy.”

He grinned. “Little bit. But hear this,” he said, putting a finger under her chin. “You’re

MY crazy. Mine. Bring me your laptop.”

She was irked by this. She wanted him to make a grand gesture—throw her over his lap and force her to surrender by setting her bottom on fire. She handed him her laptop like a sulking child. He did not appreciate this. He turned her and delivered one ferocious swat to her backside.

“Get in that corner. There’s no need for discussion at this point.”

She went. He was sexy, she’d give him that. Also an asshole, clueless and bossy. She could hear him working on the laptop. She leaned her forehead against the wall and felt sorry for herself. She wondered what he could be doing on it. She was imagining the lecture she had coming. She’d been a bitch, she’d accused him of being willing to walk away from their marriage, she’d accused him of oppressing her. The wall was cool on her skin—the wall of their apartment. Their apartment in Chicago. Where they were for her career. Where Killian had lovingly brought her. The sob caught in her throat. Her knees buckled and she caught herself with her hands on the wall. She wasn’t sure of the rules. Would she get in trouble for moving?

Killian’s hand was on her shoulder. She hoped he would gather her to him but he did not. He helped her sink to her knees. He helped support her as she bawled. He kept her in the corner. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I am just so confused and exhausted.”

“I know,” he said. “I’m going to help you. You stay here, you can sit if you want.” Sheshifted to Indian style, fairly certain that all the rule books she had read about would say they were doing it wrong. She nodded. She would do what he said.

“Now,” his voice was low. “I will always always always,” he rubbed her back as he said this, “be your husband. No matter what. We will figure out how to do what we need to do, for us But…” There was always a “but” she thought ruefully—and it was always hers.

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Author Bio

I live in the American midwest with my family. I write romances that are funny(well, I try). I love the inner conflict of a smart, modern, independent woman who longs to submit to that one special man.

“Think I’m foolin’ around, young lady?” Saturday Spankings

My second historical novel, Surrendered on the Frontier, is now live! Surrendered on the Frontier is the stand-alone sequel to Claimed on the Frontier.



Blurb: After the untimely death of her harsh, overbearing husband left her a widow at the age of twenty-three, Ruth Watson vowed that she would never depend on a man again, let alone submit to one. The hard world of the frontier is no easy place for a woman to make her own way, however, and when the tough, handsome Samuel Stanley takes it upon himself to look out for her, Ruth is ashamed to find that a part of her longs to surrender to his firm but loving dominance.

Though Samuel itches to tame the headstrong Ruth, he is able to hold himself back until she loses her temper and hurts her best friend. Seeing her riddled with guilt, he at last puts the beautiful little spitfire over his knee and spanks her hard and thoroughly. The stern punishment leaves Ruth not only properly chastened, but burning with passion as well, and when Samuel takes her in his arms she yields completely to his mastery of her body.

Samuel makes it clear that from now on Ruth’s impetuous behavior will have consequences, but in her heart she wonders if he will grow tired of protecting her from both herself and the dangers of the frontier. Can she bring herself to trust him to be the man she has always needed, or will her fears bring an end to their blossoming romance?

Publisher’s Note: Surrendered on the Frontier is a stand-alone sequel to Claimed on the Frontier. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


In this excerpt, Ruth is getting a little high and mighty, and stern Samuel has had a bit too much…


Gettin’ a little big for your britches there, little girl,” he began.

I’m not wearing britches, Samuel,” I corrected, my voice rising as he tugged me harder. “And we’ve already gone over the fact that I’m not a little girl.”

Think I’m foolin’ around, young lady?” he asked, as my skirts flew up and I found myself staring at a clump of grass, my hands flailing in front of me. “I’ll give you britches,” he muttered.

Samuel!” I gasped. “Stop! Someone will see you!”

And well they should,” he said. “Let them see what happens to a woman who acts like a petulant little girl. It’s high time you felt my palm against your backside.”



Hmmm…I wonder what happens next!


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The Decoy Bride – A guest visit with Allison West!

Today, we’re chatting with Allison West about her recent Victorian erotica The Decoy Bride! the-decoy-bride-aw-cover

Here’s the blurb:
England 1895
New Forest is dangerous territory, where vile men snatch affluent brides-to-be, forcing marriage, solely for a woman’s dowry. With the increase in violence, brides of wealth often hire a decoy to ensure their protection.

When Violet Adams is forced by her caretaker to become a decoy bride, she must accept the position with honor, even if it means she may not return. Setting out for New Forest, she soon discovers that being a decoy bride is not the worst of the danger that lurks, the decoy hunt is far crueler.

The Decoy Bride contains elements of graphic sex, spanking, anal play, and mild violence.

Ready for a hot excerpt?
Violet gripped the bed sheets in her palms, moaning which only further encouraged him to continue. He wanted to take her over the edge and bring her to new heights. No longer fearing for their lives, he desired her to feel spent not from fear and exhaustion but solely of love.

Her insides clenched onto his digits as he thrust them in and out, his tongue teasing her pearl as if a bolt of lightening tensed through her body, electrifying her. Violet trembled and gasped, clenching on his fingers as a rush of warmth seeped into his mouth. He sucked and licked every drop from her quim, before guiding Violet onto her back.

The Decoy Bride is available on Amazon, and you can borrow it for FREE with Kindle Unlimited!

Want to know more about Allison?
Allison West is a #1 International Best-Selling Author in Erotica, BDSM, Romantic Erotica, Sci-Fi, Victorian, and Historical Erotica. She also writes young adult novels under the name Ruth Silver.

Allison West has been inventing worlds and writing stories for years. Her favorite novels are those that leave a lasting impression, long after the final page is read. You can find more about Allison on Facebook and Twitter.

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Don’t miss these exciting titles by Allison West and Blushing Books!
Delia’s Debt
Little Secrets
Jailed Little Jade
Enrolling Little Etta
The Nanny
Fire Licked
The Murderess
Betrayed by Blood

~*New release*~ — Surrendered on the Frontier is now live!

Good morning! I’m happy to announce that my latest historical romance, Surrendered on the Frontier, is now live on Amazon!

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After the untimely death of her harsh, overbearing husband left her a widow at the age of twenty-three, Ruth Watson vowed that she would never depend on a man again, let alone submit to one. The hard world of the frontier is no easy place for a woman to make her own way, however, and when the tough, handsome Samuel Stanley takes it upon himself to look out for her, Ruth is ashamed to find that a part of her longs to surrender to his firm but loving dominance.

Though Samuel itches to tame the headstrong Ruth, he is able to hold himself back until she loses her temper and hurts her best friend. Seeing her riddled with guilt, he at last puts the beautiful little spitfire over his knee and spanks her hard and thoroughly. The stern punishment leaves Ruth not only properly chastened, but burning with passion as well, and when Samuel takes her in his arms she yields completely to his mastery of her body.

Samuel makes it clear that from now on Ruth’s impetuous behavior will have consequences, but in her heart she wonders if he will grow tired of protecting her from both herself and the dangers of the frontier. Can she bring herself to trust him to be the man she has always needed, or will her fears bring an end to their blossoming romance?

Publisher’s Note: Surrendered on the Frontier is a stand-alone sequel to Claimed on the Frontier. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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Upcoming Release — Surrendered on the Frontier


Hello! It’s been a few weeks since we’ve participated in the WIP it up blog post, and it’s good to be back! This week, I’m posting an excerpt from my second historical book, Surrendered on the Frontier. This book is due to release this coming Friday, September 16, and is a standalone sequel to Claimed on the Frontier.

Today, I’d like to share a lengthy excerpt from this upcoming book. I enjoy writing historical immensely, and hope you enjoy this book as much as I enjoyed writing it.

What’s it about?


Having been forced into marriage at a young age to an abusive, tyrannical husband, Ruth Watson is now widowed. She will submit to no man, and is determined to care for her daughter and herself alone. Though she has befriended the Stanley family, and is secretly attracted to the stern attention of Samuel, she resists his highhanded ways and fights to maintain her independence.

Though Samuel itches to tame headstrong Ruth, he holds himself back out of respect for her abusive background. But when she loses her temper and is riddled with guilt, she finally wonders what it would be like to be taken across his knee. Taking her over his lap for a sound spanking does more than calm her temper, and both are drawn to the passion and intimacy his act of dominance unleashes.

As their relationship grows more intimate, they make choices that affect both of their lives. Will Ruth truly be able to surrender to Samuel? Will Samuel be able to give her what she needs, without dredging up her painful past?


This book is a standalone sequel to Claimed on the Frontier.

And now for a bit of a preview. Samuel and Ruth are in an argument, and Samuel won’t spank Ruth (ahem…yet) but he really wants to. So what’s a man to do?

EXCERPT: cowboy3

“Do you doubt my honesty?” I asked, spinning around to face him. “Or is it that you have no use for woman’s work? You think that the work in the house isn’t as important as the work in the field? You’d do well to remember that I have both the work of a man and woman on this farm!” I’d marched over to him as I spoke, so close to him now my angry exhale ruffled his shirt.

His eyes darkened. “Woman, if you hadn’t been mistreated at the hand of that lowlife husband of yours, do you have any idea what I’d do to you?”

My anger flared into flames of fury. “How dare you threaten me? You’d take a hand to me like he did? You wouldn’t!”

He took a step toward me then—the only step between us—so that now he towered over me and I had to crane my neck to look up at his furious face.

His voice was a low, hissed whisper. “Not like he did. You insult me to even hint at such a thing. But there’s a world of difference between his fist and my palm across your backside. Ruth Watson, though you try my patience, I won’t spank you. But as God is my witness, if you don’t close your mouth, I’ll close it in the only way I can.”

My stomach clenched. I knew I was acting in anger and I knew Samuel was a good man, but I was not immune to the threat of a spanking. I also didn’t know how he meant to close my mouth.

I poked a finger at his chest, though I trembled. I was furious at his ridiculous statement but angrier still at my body that would betray me. For I was somehow set to flames with his warning of a spanking, my belly tingling.

Don’t you ever,” I began, but his large hand wrapped around my smaller one, interrupting my punctuated set-to, pinning my hand behind my back. With his other hand, he grasped my second wrist. My chest heaved with impotent anger and fear, and the room fairly spun with the intensity of my feelings. And before I knew what was happening, his mouth met mine.

I wanted to protest. I wanted to push him away.

I wanted to be stronger than I was.

But I was not. As he kissed me, I moaned. My wrists pinned helplessly behind my back, overcome by the sheer size of the man compared to my tiny frame, I felt consumed by him. His mouth was warm and sensual, surprisingly soft, and in sharp contrast to the whiskers that pricked my lips. I felt the flicker of his tongue in my mouth, and my chest constricted, as he kept his hands firmly on mine. He kissed me until my knees weakened. I’d never been kissed like this before…Arousal flamed in me, licks of fire between my legs and low in my belly, as my body yearned to be touched by him.

I’d been sold into marriage by my father to a man who beat me on our wedding night and took what he wanted. I’d never been touched by a lover before. I longed for Samuel’s touch. I wanted more, as I felt deep within me that somehow his touch would cleanse me. I wanted his hands on my breasts. I wanted him to strip me. I wanted his strong, powerful hands over my bare skin, ravishing me as I relinquished myself to him so that my body no longer remembered the savage assault I’d experienced, but instead the claiming of a real man, a lover.

I knew my thoughts were wanton. I well knew that such desires for an unwed woman were considered sinful. Other than the Stanleys, “polite society” had spurned me when I’d been wed to a man who drank and beat me, so I’d long since discarded any care for societal expectations and morals.

As his mouth pulled away from me, I looked at him in astonishment. I had no words.

His eyes smiled at me. “I have means to quiet that razor-sharp tongue of yours, little Ruth.”

You’re a brute,” I whispered helplessly.

He released my hands and stepped back, one corner of his mouth turning up. “Honey, if you think that was brutal, we could have a talk or two to show you otherwise.”

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