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Aldric: A Sci-fi Warrior Romance (coming in just two more days!)

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Aldric: A SciFi Warrior Romance by Jane Henry

Synopsis:

Freanossian spy R-482:

My job as a Freanossian spy is simple: assimilate as one of the savages on the foreign planet of Avalere, and report my findings to my people. I did not plan on entering the circle of sacrifice, the center ring of women willingly giving themselves to the military leaders of Avalere. When the most barbaric leader of the lot apprehends me, I know no means of escape.

By the time he is finished with me, I am not quite sure I want to.

Aldric:

When I see the little one in my midst, I am drawn to her ethereal beauty. I wonder if she has the blood of the gods in her veins. Though she faces execution for breaking the most serious laws of our country, it is an easy choice to claim her as my mate, my chosen one, and spare her life. She is as willful as she is beautiful. It will not be easy to convince the headstrong woman that I am now her master, but I relish the challenge.

It is my privilege and honor to tame her.

Disclaimer: Aldric: A Sci-Fi Warrior Romance is a dark, erotic work of fiction with strong BDSM elements, including the disciplining of adult women. This is a standalone novel with a happily-ever-after.

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Aldric is due to be released in just *two days!* I cannot wait to unleash this barbarian! He’s possessive, and dominant, and dirty.

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In this excerpt, Carina is learning that she doesn’t like to be separated from her highhanded master…as difficult as it is to obey him, she yearns to be close.

Excerpt: (Please note, this is erotic and most certainly NSFW!)

 “I wish to find what your thoughts are on the ways of your people. And you will tell me why you have come here. But I must meet with the Hisrach shortly, and news I have received today makes the meeting imperative.”

Her eyes look troubled and her lip trembles. “You must leave me?” she asks. The minute the words leave her mouth, she casts her eyes down. She seems as if she regrets speaking so frankly, but it is clear my little one does not wish for us to be separated.

I kiss her forehead again, this time threading my fingers through her hair and resting them on her neck as I do so. “Would you prefer I not meet with my men?” I ask.

She is quiet and does not respond, a little finger tracing along the dark, curly hair on my chest. “It is strange, how you have hair on your chest,” she says.

I stifle a chuckle. It is endearing how she’s changed the subject, but she must learn to answer me when I ask her a question.

“Carina,” I warn. Her eyes widen as she looks up at my tone. I tug a lock of hair.

“Yes?” she whispers.

“Answer the question. Do you wish me to stay with you?”

She closes her eyes briefly, biting her lip. She does not speak, but nods.

Though I wish to have her near, and also wish to be present at the counsel, it occurs to me that much of what I need to learn I’ve already learned at this morning’s gathering. I have an option that may work in our favor.

“If you wish me to stay, then it will be so,” I say softly, bringing the hand that lay on my chest to my lips, and kissing her fingers. “I will give the orders necessary so that I may be informed, but I shall stay with you. Yes,” I say, sure now that my decision is the right one. “I shall stay with you.”

She pushes herself up from my chest, her eyes bright from crying and her cheeks flushed. My desire for her grows with every second that passes with her skin against mine, with her complete and utter submission to me, dependent on me to take care of her. I pull her closer, crushing her mouth in a heated kiss. I hold her neck in my hand as my mouth explores hers, the sweet, vulnerable softness of her lips pressed against mine. I feel her naked body pushing against me, her hips grinding as my hands finds her breasts. I groan from the perfect feel of her satiny skin, her nipples pebbling with each stroke of my thumbs. Her desire is mounting as I kiss her. With every touch, I elicit little mews and gasps from her pretty mouth.

I push up, gently moving her so that she is now on the bed and I am over her, she pinned beneath me. I brace myself with one hand as the other cups her breast. I take my mouth from hers with a moan of regret as my lips travel down her naked skin, past the flushed skin just under her neck. My tongue laps at her collarbone. Her hips rise as my mouth travels lower still to her nipple. I flick out my tongue, taking her nipple in my mouth, sucking. Her head drops back, her mouth open as she writhes.

“Ohhhh,” she sighs, as I continue to tease her breasts with my tongue, but move one hand between her legs. Her hips push together, effectively barring me from touching her.

I lift my hand and spank her thigh, a sharp swat. “You will not prevent me from touching what is mine,” I growl, pushing my hand between her legs again, spreading her thighs apart.

“My… my lord…” she stammers, her thighs still closed together.

She is stubborn, tenacious, willful. I thrill at the challenge to tame her.

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Look for Aldric: A SciFi Warrior Romance this Friday!

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Exclusive Excerpt! Aldric: A Sci-Fi Warrior Romance

Welcome to Wednesday, and the WIP it up blog hop!

Today I’m sharing a lengthy excerpt from my upcoming Sci-Fi release, a very naughty, somewhat dark full-length, releasing Friday March 24th!

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Blurb:

Freanossian spy R-482


My job as a Freanossian spy is simple: assimilate as one of the savages on the foreign planet of Avalere, and report my findings to my people. I did not plan on entering the circle of sacrifice, the center ring of women willingly giving themselves to the military leaders of Avalere. When the most barbaric leader of the lot apprehends me, I know no means of escape.

By the time he is finished with me, I am not quite sure I want to.

Aldric

When I see the little one in my midst, I am drawn to her ethereal beauty. I wonder if she has the blood of the gods in her veins. Though she faces execution for breaking the most serious laws of our country, it is an easy choice to claim her as my mate, my chosen one, and spare her life. She is as willful as she is beautiful. It will not be easy to convince the headstrong woman that I am now her master, but I relish the challenge.


It is my privilege and honor to tame her.

Disclaimer: Aldric: A Sci-Fi Warrior Romance is a dark, erotic work of fiction with strong BDSM elements, including the disciplining of adult women. This is a standalone novel with a happily-ever-after.

Excerpt:

“Come here. Now.”

Her eyes widen, as she’s just realized I am not pleased with her behavior. I can see the apprehension in them. Has she earned discipline? What will I require of her next? I wait patiently until she comes to me. She rises and slowly drags her feet to me. I stand her between my legs and take her hands.

“Why the ill temper?” I ask.

She blinks, apparently surprised by the question.

“My lord?”

“You are frowning. You are obeying me by the mere letter, and your heart is uneasy. Why? Are you troubled by what you’ve discovered about Freanoss?”

She looks puzzled for a moment. I do not speak, allowing her the space to formulate her thoughts. “I am,” she says honestly. “But I do not wish to be ignorant. I would rather know the truth and accept it, than be misled.”

I nod. I like that about her. “Go on. There is more.”

Her lips are so tight they are nearly white. “My body. It infuriates me. Despite what I try to will it to do, it will respond to your commands and barbaric mannerisms. I hate it. I cannot kneel in the corner without my pulse throbbing between my legs, and I do not enjoy the loss of control. I don’t like how it growls for food. I don’t like that it is beginning to grow hair.” She makes a grimace, pausing, her voice lowering as her eyes look down as well. “And I… hate that you’ve brought me to the edge of ecstasy and just left me there. It’s frustrating.”

I barely stifle a chuckle. Perhaps denying her pleasure is more effective discipline than I initially thought.

“Is that right?” I ask, releasing her hands and lifting my fingers to her nipples, already pebbled and hardened beneath the light blue fabric of her tunic. She gasps, her eyes closing, her head rolling back as I fondle her breasts. “You dislike how your body responds, do you?” I say, my voice dropping as I draw her onto my lap, pulling her against my crotch, then lifting her legs so she straddles me, facing me. “You don’t like how your body betrays you?” I now whisper, lifting the edge of her tunic as my mouth goes to her breast, my tongue biting her nipple as I glide my thumb along her sex.

“My lord,” she says, her voice a near sob as her hands encircle me. I flick my tongue against her nipple and pump my finger inside her, spreading her juices along her nub, the tempo of my strokes increasing as I feel her body tensing, prepared to orgasm, so ready for the release.

“Do not,” I whisper in her ear. “Not until I give you leave.” I pause, my hand steadying on her sex, holding her right on the cusp. “You will obey me, and when you do, I will reward you. Do you wish to be rewarded, Carina?” I ask.

She nods. “Yes,” she moans, wriggling her hips against my hand. “Please.”

I take my hands off her and stand her in front of me. “Then you do as you’re told. Behave yourself, and I will reward you.” I nod to her chair. “And you know what happens if you misbehave.” She stares at me, agape, as if she cannot believe I have left her on the cusp of ecstasy yet again. I am unrepentant. Training her to obey me will be ultimately for her own good.

“Go,” I order sternly, pointing to her chair. She purses her lips and frowns, sitting forcefully upon the seat. She is acting like a petulant child, and crosses her arms on her chest. I raise an eyebrow but she looks away from me, picks up her cheese, and takes a large, angry bite. She lifts her drink and glares at me as she sips.

I barely stifle a chuckle. My instinct was quite correct. I let her off too easily last night, and this morning, she is practically begging me to discipline her. Perhaps she needs to feel my correction more often than I surmised.

I take a sip of my tea and watch her. I understand it’s difficult for her to adjust to the ways of Avalere. I doubt that she dislikes it here. She has only just arrived. What she is not familiar with is the complete loss of control. On Freanoss, all she knew was control—her body, her mind, and her environment were all regimented, denying her the very real human experiences she was created for. Here, it is the exact opposite.

I hear a knock on the door. She looks at me sharply as I rise. “Sit and eat,” I order….

When I return to my chamber, my mind is focused on what Arman has told me, and it takes me a minute to realize what I see. Carina, completely contrary to my orders, has finished the food on the platter. But more—she now lies in the bed, curled up on her side, her eyes closed tightly as her hand works between her legs. Anger clouds my vision. How dare she? She has deliberately disobeyed not one, but two direct commands from me.

“Is that how it is to be, then?” I ask, my voice deadly calm as I hold my temper in check. She needs a good whipping for what she’s done. That she would defy me so boldly indicates that my suspicion is right. I have been far too lenient on her. I regret having been so.

When she hears my voice, she freezes, but only for a moment as her eyes focus on mine. She stares into my eyes willfully, unrepentant for what she’s done. Slowly, she drags her fingertip along her slit, her breath beginning to come in shallow gasps. She is on the brink of orgasm, prepared to bring herself over the edge. I feel my cock harden, painfully thick, as I watch her pleasure herself. It is the darkest, most erotic thing I have ever seen. I wish to take my own cock in my hand and pump myself to ecstasy while watching her please herself. I can already imagine her groan of pleasure, the flush of her cheeks as she writhes on the bed. But no. I have a duty to perform.

“Stop.” My voice is loud and harsh. Her hand freezes between her legs, her eyes still willfully trained on mine. I cross the room to her and lift her up from the bed. She must be punished.

I place her to standing on the floor in front of me. “What did I tell you would happen if you disobeyed me?” I ask, chucking a finger under her chin, not harshly, but enough that she quickly raises her eyes to mine.

She frowns. “You’d punish me…”

My instincts were right. She needs to be disciplined. Perhaps she is craving my discipline. I know not her reasoning, but there is one thing I know beyond doubt. Today, I will not slacken from my duty. Today, I am not finished with her until she is submitted to me in all possible ways.

Due to be released Friday, March 24th. 

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Upcoming scifi — sneaky, naughty peak at the Warrior King

Welcome to this week’s edition of Wip it up Wednesday! Maisy and I have several works in progress going, and today, I’m sharing an excerpt from the closest upcoming release — The Warrior King (tentative title), a book that is perhaps the most erotic story I have written yet, slated for release on March 24th!

When Freanossian occupant R-482 arrives on a spy mission to foreign planet Avalere, she is immediately entrenched in the barbaric, savage ways of the Avalerians. She accidentally finds herself in an inner circle of women who give themselves willingly to the warrior men. When she break the laws of Avalere, she is subject to the most severe consequence on Avalere – execution. The Warrior King, who is both drawn to her stunning beauty and wonders if she has the blood of the gods in her veins, pleads on her behalf, and declares himself master over her.

As she is subject to his every whim and dictate, she defies him at every turn, but finds that defiance on Avalere is met with firm consequences. When her new master publicly punishes her, she soon realizes she has only begun to learn the differences between their planets. As she becomes bonded with her new master, the manipulation of her home planet fades, and she begins to experience real human experiences for the very first time – what it is to be touched, what food tastes like, what it means to be both punished, or touched in much nicer ways. Under her stern master’s tutelage, she experiences a vivid sexual awakening

But as the reality of her mission comes to light, she must decide where her allegiance lies – to the planet she has always called home, or to her stern, barbarian master? (Inspiring pic below! Eep!)

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How about an excerpt?

 

I will not go quietly. I will not. They can call this man King or whatever it is they’d like,but I am no servant of his. He does not own me, and now that my identity is revealed, I will fight with every ounce of strength I have. I pull, push, and twist in his grip. Though I am no weakling, but I am unable to break free. I am small, but I am strong, and I will fight. I lift my foot and stomp as hard as I can on his. The breath hisses out of him and his grip slackens, but he does not release me. It is all I need, though. With a swift move, I once again elbow him as hard as I can, and the distraction gives me room to wriggle out of his grip, one arm free. I must hide. It is imperative I get away from him. I will not be captive to this savage. With one final yank, I pull my second arm away from him.

But the moment I turn to run, a piercing pain radiates down my scalp. I howl. The bruthas me by the hair. “That is enough, woman!” he bellows. My head is yanked back, and his eyes are no longer amused or kind, but furious slits as I’m once again pinned in his iron-like grip. “You will be thoroughly chastised for your display of temper,” he hisses in my ear. “Do you wish to be punished in front of my people as well? I will save you the mortification even now, if you but apologize and beg my forgiveness. Then you will face your punishment in my chambers, rather than here.”

“You savage,” I hiss. “How dare you!”

He arches a brow. “You will not apologize, I surmise?”

I narrow my eyes at him and glare. His lips part into a wicked smile and he tilts his mouthto my ear. “This is your last chance, little one,” he says. “I am stronger than you, and you shall not win. But you will leave the presence of my people with a scrap of pride if you but do as I say. Do you wish to be punished in front of my people?”

I frown. Will he truly chastise me in such a mortifying manner? One look at his stern countenance, and I know he speaks the truth.

“I…” I begin, stuttering and faltering. I do not know what to say. He gestures for someone to bring him something. I watch, mortified, as the eyes of the crowd focus on me. A man approaches, holding a length of rope. My captor twists the rope about my wrists and pulls the length taut, frowning at me. “The proper response is, I’m sorry, Master.”

I grit my teeth and defy him with my silence. Master!

I cannot. I will not! No man is master of me. His jaw clenches. “Very well, then, little one,” he says, and to my surprise, I hear a pang of regret in his voice.

He is dragging me to what looks like a marketplace, where there are tables and chairs, barely visible in the darkness. A crowd has gathered around us, and some follow us now, as he drags me beyond the crowded area, to an area that looks like a temple of sorts. It is simple but magnificent, golden-domed and flanked with panels of ivory. But now I see where I am being brought. It is a wide-open area that looks almost like an arena of sorts. There is a large, flat platform and several wooden posts. My stomach drops. I have heard of such places, from times past. Whips, chains, and jails no longer exist on Freanoss. Criminal behavior has been carefully bred out of my people as we progress toward sameness. We’ve eradicated deviant behavior, and have no need for cruel punishment.

He barks out a few orders. Torches flame to life, quickly placed along the edges of a platform.

I begin to fear the chastisement I’ve brought upon myself.

When we reach the platform, he drags me to the furthest corner of the arena, for I do notwalk willingly. He takes my bound wrists, and pushes me up against what looks like a table. It isnarrow, like a small desk, and when he pushes me over it, my belly is flat against the surface.

With one swift move, my bound wrists are yanked, and he deftly lifts the length of rope, securing it on a peg at the opposite end of the table. I am now effectively stretched out, my arms flat in front of me, my torso flush with the surface of the table. The position I hold makes the small tunic I wear rise, and I am no longer covered. To my shame, I feel the cool night air across my backside and lower back. I am mortified, tears threatening to fall. As he adjusts my restraints, I cannot help but whisper, “Please. Don’t.”

Look for The Warrior King on March 24th!

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His Lady — Bestseller in Contemporary Romance!

Thank you, thank you, readers! You’ve helped His Lady, the latest release in the Boston Doms series, hit bestseller in multiple categories this weekend, including contemporary romance!

Buy your copy here!

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The BDSM was just right, the sex hot as Hades…these authors are new to me and I am sold going back to read the first five in the series. * An amazing story… that … will simply take your breath away. The lengths the characters go to Love and Protect what is theirs is just amazing. 2 Thumbs Up! * Sexy Sirens Book Blog

Blake is my dream man! Strong and sensitive and powerfully dominant, caring yet strict enough keep the feistiest sub in line… the perfect daddy dom for the strong and spunky Elena. I’ve fallen in love with all the Boston Dom books; they just keep getting better and better. Lee Savino, USA Today Bestselling author

I absolutely adore a domineering, alpha male who is also crazy protective and caring. His Lady has that in spades! The Hero is confident, experienced and sexy as hell. The Heroine is adorably feisty and fun. Throw in a great cast of supporting characters, a little danger and just the right amount of humor and you have a fabulous read. Highly recommend! Zoe Blake, USA Today & International Bestselling author

OMG! ALL the sizzle, fun and suspense you’d expect, but Master Blake brings so much more… this book is packed with MORE HEAT, MORE HEART AND MORE EMOTION than ever before! A DEFINITE must read!” ❤️❤️❤️ — Kara Kelley, author of Taking in Dani

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We are working on book six now! Watch this space for upcoming information!

His Lady Countdown – #wipwednesday

Happy Wednesday, everyone, and welcome to the WIP! Today we’re sharing a snippet from our upcoming release His Lady (Boston Doms, Book 5), which is coming THIS FRIDAY 2/24!!

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“You taste like honey and butter,” Blake said, his low voice in her ear causing her nipples to harden. She was straddling his lap on the leather couch in his living room, having just polished off the last bite of baklava, and they were celebrating the evening alone.

“You taste like masculinity and sex,” she countered, running her fingers around the back of his neck and drawing his mouth closer to hers, as he growled in her throat and tightened his grip on her ass. “I fucking love it.”

“You swear like a goddamned truck driver,” he bit out, leaning his mouth closer to ear and taking her lobe into his mouth with his teeth.

“No shit,” she responded, pulling back and meeting his eyes. “What are you gonna do about it, old man?”

“Naughty little brat,” he growled, and she shrieked as his hands went to her top, yanking it up, nimbly unfastening her bra, before his hands found her nipples and squeezed. “You really don’t want to test me, Elena,” he said, sobering, his voice dropping as his eyes narrowed. He twisted his hands, and she braced herself. The sharp bite of pain faded to a tingle. “You’ll do as you’re told, little girl,” he said, his smoky voice like whisky on ice, brisk but biting. “I’m not shittin’ around with your safety. And there’s a limit to how far you can push me, Elena. I don’t expect meek and mousy from you. No, baby, that isn’t you, and I get that,” he said, his hands kneading her breasts now, as flames flickered in her nether regions, her pussy convulsing with need. Oh God.

Her mouth opened, panting, as he laced his fingers through her hair and tugged her head back, pulling her ear to his mouth. “I owe you a spanking, young lady. You endangered yourself when you disobeyed me. And because of what you did, you’ve raised suspicion by plastering your name all over the internet. I don’t give a shit who comes after me, but you’ll answer for putting yourself on their radar.”

She swallowed, her heart racing as her pussy throbbed with need, but at the same time her ass tingled at the memory of his leather on her naked skin, and his enormous hand branding her with punishing strikes.  Through the haze of arousal, she looked into his eyes. “And what if I say no?” she said, not able to help herself from pushing, testing, craving his mettle and dominance. “What if I refuse to submit?”

His eyes darkened, his brows drawing together with a startling sternness that made her shiver deliciously. “Refuse to submit?” he asked. “I didn’t ask you to submit, little girl. I told you you were getting a spanking.”

 

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What Happens in Bangkok – A guest visit with Daryl Devore

what-happens-in-bangkok_cover_d-devoreToday we’re welcoming Daryl Devore to the blog to talk about her new book, What Happens in Bangkok, which features a pretty unique cast of characters and plot premise!

Here’s the blurb:
To save Darien’s life his brother asks, “Can you walk in high heels?”

Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo.

Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now he’s running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.

Disguised as a drag queen, he’s hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.

Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?

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He rolled his neck and shoulders as the heat worked its way into the tension. Again with the pity-party. Hmph, must be the wine talking.

A soft pop in his neck signaled the release of some tension. Wine talking? Could I have misinterpreted what Erika meant about the wine?

A spark of hope surged up from the depth that Darien had shoved it, but was immediately crushed. He slapped his hand on the wall. Stop being so stupid. She’s not interested in anything long term. You are so off your game. Tired from the tour, then the stress of the shooting. Have a few laughs, then go home and get back to being Darien Scott.

With his head tilted upward, the rain-like steam trickled over his face and dribbled down his back. But it would’ve been nice. Her kisses ― what the…

The pressure of two lips against his bare upper arm snapped him from his thoughts. He lowered his face, swiped at the water, then opened his eyes.

No, he hadn’t imagined the kiss. Standing next to him was Erika, fully clothed. An unverbalized hope had materialized beside him. She smiled as he turned to face her. A mixture of thoughts and questions shot through his mind. She silenced them all with the soft pressure of her finger on his lips.

Darien stretched out his hand to cup her cheek, but she slipped back out of his reach. She lifted her arms and dragged her fingers through her short hair, released her head and shook it. Droplets splashed against the wall. She moved forward a step so that the water spraying out splashed against her breasts and belly. Her blouse stuck to her like a second skin.

The vision of his peeling her blouse off and exposing her breasts brought his cock to attention. She lowered her gaze, running her tongue over her top lip. Darien swallowed–hard.

She pulled her fingers from behind her neck, trickled the back of them down her cheeks to her chest, then paused. Extending a finger, she toyed with the top button of her blouse.

Darien’s focus locked on to even the tiniest movement. The flutter of an eyelid hit him deep in his belly. Erika spun away from him, shifting to peer over her shoulder. She matched his gaze and didn’t blink. Water streamed down her cheeks, dripping off the end of her nose. Jealousy burned in Darien that the water could touch her and he knew he wouldn’t be allowed. She planned on driving him crazy and he was willing to let her.

With the fluid grace of a dancer, Erika extended her arms, reached behind and tugged her blouse out of her waistband. She moved her hands before her. Although Darien couldn’t see, he knew she’d undone the top button of her blouse. She opened the collar, exposing a bit of neck, then released another button, pulling the top of the blouse open a bit more. The fourth time, Darien had to clench his hands to stop from storming over, grabbing her blouse and ripping it open.

He wanted to–craved–to see her naked. Sprawled out beneath him. But he’d wait. The anticipation was sublime.

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His Lady – #wipwednesday

Happy Wednesday, everyone! For today’s WIP Wednesday blog hop, we’ve got a sexy excerpt from His Lady (Boston Doms, Book 5) which is coming out a week from Friday, on 2/24!! Mark your calendars!

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He set her on her feet beside the bed and turned to sit on the edge.

“Strip.”

She swallowed. And then she obeyed.

Off came the sweater, inch by tantalizing inch, until the garment floated to the floor. She unhooked the skirt, which dropped quickly, puddling at her feet. And then she hesitated.

“Everything, Elena. There’s going to be nothing between us when I punish you,” he told her. “When I take you.”

She reached behind her and unhooked her lacy blue bra, then slowly drew the straps down her arms and tossed it to the floor, as well.

Shit. The sight of her naked breasts in the afternoon sunlight that seeped through the window was enough to have him momentarily forgetting his purpose. He watched as her nipples furled in the chilly air, saw her hesitate.

“Keep going,” he told her, his voice husky with arousal.

She swallowed again, then hooked her thumb into her panties and drew them down her legs.

“Come here,” he told her, when she was completely bare, pointing at the floor between his legs.

Without further instruction, she knelt on the floor between his feet and gazed up at him, nervous and eager.

“Usually, when I want to spank that ass, I will want to be the one to bare it,” he told her, threading his fingers into the hair above her ear. “Because I own it, and I like to remind both of us of that.” Her eyes burned with arousal at his words, and the sight made his fingers tighten in her hair, the need to claim her riding him hard.

“But today, Elena,” he continued, voice tight. “Today, I need you to remember that I own it because you gave it to me. Your love is a gift that came out of nowhere during the darkest time of my life, and brought me joy that I never dreamed I’d experience again.”

She bit her lip and her eyes flooded with tears that he brushed away with his thumbs. He forced himself to finish.

“You will not risk that. You will not risk yourself. You won’t even suggest it. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Then get over my knee.”

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Serving Her Scientist – A guest visit with Jessica Brand

serving-her-scientist-jbToday, we’re happy to have Jessica Brand on the blog, to tell us all about Serving Her Scientist!

Here’s the blurb:

Paul and Donna are happily married. Maybe their marriage isn’t the hot, pulsing sex romp it was when they first said their I dos on the beach so long ago, but it’s safe, dependable. Boring. Donna, ever the bookish librarian, spends much of her spare time playing computer puzzle and word games in the internet. Paul’s work as a rocket scientist in the military weapons industry requires that his computer remain safe and virus free. State secrets are at stake. That’s why his lovely, but sometimes naughty wife is forbidden from playing her games on it.

Ignoring his instructions once too often, the inevitable happens and she infects his computer with an internet virus. Realizing the depth of her mistake, she is willing to do almost anything to atone for her sins and accepts that she will receive an old fashioned spanking as punishment. Much to her surprise, despite the pain, she finds the whole ritual exciting, awakening feelings that have lay dormant for years and arousing her to such a point that she craves more. She confides in her best friend, Peta, and is shocked by Peta’s in depth understanding of the benefits of erotic pain and punishment. Peta consults with Paul and then puts into motion a chain of events destined to change forever the tenor of Paul and Donna’s lives.

DISCLAIMER: This story contains the spanking of adults, elements of bondage, discipline and power exchange. If these activities are not to your taste, you are advised not to buy this book.

How about a hot snippet??

“Restraint, Mrs. White,” she whispered as both cuffs closed over my wrists at the same time. “So delightfully helpless,” she continued as I heard the locks click home and felt the cold steel close around my wrists.

I went weak at the knees and if she wasn’t holding me so tightly I might have collapsed. It wasn’t just what was happening physically, it was all of the theatrics. She knew better than I exactly what effect her words and actions would have on me. She was playing with me, teasing me, arousing me and there was nothing I could do to stop her, even if I wanted to. I knew I was safe and that no real harm would come to me.

Turning to Paul, she said, “Position yourself, Mr. White.”

When Paul was sitting comfortably on the chair he had placed in the middle of the room, Madame Renee literally dragged me over to him. She then turned me around and lowered me over his knee. As I was going down, I wondered who was getting more out of this. He was already hard as a rock. And I was making a wet mess in my new La Perlas. Who was winning here? We were tied.

His hand came down on my wrists and held them, pushing them a little further up my back until I gasped. It was discomfort bordering on pain but as my mind was focusing on that, a blindfold was pulled over my eyes and tightened, pressing gently against my eyelids and holding them closed. Then the spanking started. Five hard swats on each cheek before my new panties were pulled deep into the crease of my butt and my cheeks were caressed for the first time. Already my mind was becoming overwhelmed. Too many things happening in such a short time.

Serving Her Scientist is available at Amazon and BlushingBooks.

Want to know more about Jessica?
Jessica was born in Melbourne, Australia in 1958. Having lived in many parts of Australia and overseas, she now resides in Sydney and writes for fun.

With a lifelong interest in her subject matter she finally decided to put some of her experiences and fantasies into words, toning them down somewhat for public consumption. Her first book was released in mid 2014, using the pseudonym of R. R. Greaves. This was followed by a new release in Feb 2015 and there are a number of new stories in different stages of production.

With a particular interest in specific forms of erotica, the stories have a lot of explicit detail that comes from years of “hands on” experience. All have a strong element of power exchange between consenting parties. While most involve a key female character submitting to a powerful male, they have a mixture of dominant characters with women submitting to other women, men submitting to women and men submitting to other men.

A key part of the exchange of power between the characters involves the use of consensual physical and mental force, BDSM and spanking.

Check out her other published works:
Book 1 The way the cards fall – Femdom
Book 2 The making of a mistress – Femdom
Laura’s longing
Spanking Jade

Visit her website: http://www.rrgreaveseroticauthor.com/

Theirs: Found and Claimed by Ashe Barker

Salvaged; shared; theirs.

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Ashe Barker has a new sci-fi out and it looks absolutely scorching! And to top it off, Ashe is running a Rafflecopter giveaway! Check out the details:

To celebrate the release of Theirs : Found and Claimed, and of course in honour of Valentine’s Day next week, I’m offering one reader the chance to win their selection from my backlist. Three runners up will each get a coaster featuring Theirs : Found and Claimed. To enter the Rafflecopter, click here.

The competition closes on 13 February, so be quick.

Excited? Me too!

Here’s the blurb:

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

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

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

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

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

Ready for a seriously steamy, NSFW excerpt?

“Am I hurting you?” Sylvan is sliding his fingers in and out of my wet pussy, the motion slow, deliberate, utterly seductive. All the while Luca continues to torment my clit, teasing me to a near frenzy then allowing his fingers to slide away until he barely touches me.

I shake my head as I gnaw on my lower lip. This is wonderful, the sensations they are creating are sheer unadulterated bliss, but it’s torture too. I yearn for… something, something more. But at the same time I never want this to end.

“That’s two fingers. This is three…” Sylvan pulls his fingers out of me again, then carefully parts my pussy lips with his free hand before slipping back inside. The stretch is delicious, the slight burn at my entrance intoxicating. I am aware of every callused centimetre of his long digits as they ease back inside me and my body reshapes to accept them.theirs-promo-1-1

“Does this hurt?” The question is murmured, Sylvan’s voice low and compelling, “or this?” He somehow twists his hand within me to change the angle of his penetration. He scissors his fingers, rubbing a spot somewhere on the front wall of my pussy. Everything I was already feeling is intensified, as though white lights explode in my head, behind my eyes. My entire body convulses now and I let out a high-pitched moan.

Luca takes a firm hold on my clit and squeezes hard, pulling as he does so. The pleasure is beyond belief, and seems to rush into that one single place, the very core of my being. Helpless to resist, unable to control my response even if I wanted to, I splinter.

There’s warmth, wetness, even more than before. Sylvan’s fingers move easily inside me, skilled and accurate, drawing my response out, bringing me back to that shimmering peak again and again. I am floating, my bones liquid, my senses shattered. There is nothing in this universe beyond the amazing sensations exploding at my core then rippling out to fill every extremity of my body.

I lose any sense of time, of space, but that does not matter because they have me. I drift, suspended between reality and some magical, mystical realm beyond, unable to comprehend what has just happened. I settle back down, breathless, and the heady sensations dissipate. I become aware of my surroundings again, and of my still-overwhelming need. The phase is relentless, assuaged only momentarily by the rush of my release. If anything, my need to have Sylvan inside me, fully sheathed within my needy pussy, is greater now, even more compelling.

“She just gushed. We’re swimming in it down here.” Again I do not comprehend Sylvan’s meaning, but his tone is warm and he seems satisfied with the situation.

“Excellent, that’ll help. Now would be a good time then…” Luca relinquishes his hold on my clit and reaches for my spread legs. He grips me behind each knee and pulls my thighs wider apart, at the same time tilting me up a little as though to offer me to Sylvan. “Relax, sweetheart. You’ll love this bit, I promise.”

I go limp in Luca’s arms as the other male rises up to kneel on the bed. I crane my neck to peer down and watch, detached almost as Sylvan positions his awesome cock at my entrance then begins to press forward. He uses his fingers to part my pussy lips to gain better access, then suddenly the entire head of his cock is inside me. The lips of my pussy are spread wide, stretching around him and I am intensely aware of every intimate detail.

I stiffen, and whimper softly. Luca’s breath is on my neck. “Are we hurting you?”

“No,” I manage, “not hurting. It is just… it feels so strange.”

“Mmm, I’ll bet.” He nibbles on my earlobe before opening his lips around the skin in the crook of my neck and sucking there. The sensation is almost as erotic as Sylvan’s slow, steady penetration and I moan quietly.

Sylvan leans forward, his right hand on the bed to support his weight and his left finds my breast. He caresses the lower curve then flicks my nipple with his fingertip. The unexpected stimulation unleashes another rush of sensation and I thrust against him, impaling myself yet more on his solid cock. He sinks in, and the stretch feels near impossible as my body parts to admit him. Then he stops. He has reached the limit, the point beyond which it is not possible to proceed. I chance a quick glance down to see perhaps half his length still visible and I know this is not quite correct. I was right, he is just too large, too—

“Aagh!” I scream as a searing pain stabs me, momentarily taking my breath away. In that instant Sylvan moves, shifts, and the remainder of his massive cock drives forward to fill me.

It is done, and I am dead.

Good Lord.

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Want to know more about Ashe?

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

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His Lady — Boston Doms book 5!

We have exciting news, readers! His Lady (Boston Doms Book 5) is coming Friday, February 24th!

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Blurb:

Elena Slater grew up on the streets of New York City, as the baby sister of Alexander “Slay” Slater. She knows how to hold her own, and she’s anything but submissive. Sure, all her closest friends are members of The Club, Boston’s most well-respected BDSM playground, and she can’t help but see the appeal of power exchange, especially when it comes to the sexy, ultra-dominant, and much-older Blake Coleman. But that could never be more than a fantasy for a girl like her… could it?

Blake Coleman, grieving the loss of his wife and long-term submissive, spent the past year retreating from the world. But he’s slowly recognized it’s time to reconnect with his friends, and reassert his place as Master Blake, the founder of The Club. It’s a full-time job, especially when Alexander Slater’s little sister is determined to push his buttons. He’s all too tempted to teach her a lesson, but he refuses to give into the rampant arousal she awakens in him with her sass. She’s far too young and mouthy for the likes of him.

But when Blake and Elena find themselves caught up in a nasty smear campaign motivated by revenge, the two adversaries must form an alliance, and they can no longer deny the magnetic attraction between them. What will happen when the sassy spitfire collides with Boston’s most well-known and respected dominant? 
His Lady, book five in the Boston Doms series, is a standalone novel. It contains elements of BDSM, including bondage and the discipline of adult women.

How about an excerpt? 😉

He pulled his mouth off hers just long enough to whisper a heated, furious, desperate, “Elena.”

Her voice unnaturally low, pled with him. “God, I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch.”

His forehead up against hers, he grinned, actually grinned, those wrinkles around his eyes creasing. “You’ll pay for those bitchy comments, little girl,” he crooned in her ear. Her eyes closed as heat flared in across her chest.

“Make me pay,” she begged. “Make me fucking pay.”

She heard the sound of his belt buckle unfastening. God. Was he going to fuck her or spank her, and did it even matter? She wanted all of it. She wanted all of him. The swish of the leather being pulled through the loops made her legs clench. She opened her eyes and bit her lip as he took his belt in hand, doubled it over, and pushed her back up against the desk.

“You wanna pay?” he growled in her ear.

“Yesssss,” she moaned. The buckle hit the desk seconds before his hands reached to the front of her jeans, nimbly unfastening and shoving them down so she could step out. He took one moment to draw his hand across her inner thigh before he pushed her legs apart, positioning them so her ass was on prominent display, her panties around her ankles now. God, she was bared to Blake and she’d never been so turned on in her life. Fuck, could he see her honey glistening on her thighs? She was gonna come just from being stripped by him.

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