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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Excerpt 1

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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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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.”

We hope you’re getting as excited as we are for Blake and Elena’s story! In the meantime,  click here to see what the other WIPsters have been working on!

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/

Cal’s Law – A Guest Visit with PK Corey

cals-law-pk-coverToday, we’re welcoming PK Corey to the blog to talk about her contemporary, Cal’s Law! Love that cover!

Here’s the blurb:
Jenny is the typical rich-kid, sorority girl. Getting good grades isn’t high on her priority list. In fact, that sits well below getting into the secret faction of her sorority. To do that she must pull off a daring bit of mischief.

Cal Bennett is the town sheriff. He’s a relatively young, no-nonsense, kind of guy – with a heart of gold. He is the moral center of this small town in North Carolina. But when his and Jenny’s paths cross unexpectedly, things get complicated and he questions his morals and his heart.

His plan to save Jenny from herself by enforcing strict discipline seems like a sound one.  To both of them. At first. He enacts a touch of martial law and Jenny agrees to learn more than English Lit. Cooking, cleaning, and laundry are but a few of her new subjects. Along with time-management, telling the truth and doing homework. Breaking any one in this new set of rules will result in a sound spanking. It all sounds simple enough when she signs on the dotted line of the contract between her and her sheriff.

But, life is messy and she is faced with one tough decision after another. She’s a college student! Shouldn’t life be easier than this? Less complicated? But she is pulled in two directions: her moral, upstanding sheriff leads her down one path, and a cute frat boy leads her down another. In one direction lies maturity, and a future. In the other, the simplicity of being a rich kid in college where Mommy and Daddy pay for everything. Now she must choose: Will she continue to let her parents pay for it all, or will she learn to pay the price for her own actions?

How about a fun excerpt?

Jenny stared into Cal’s eyes. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen and she realized all her fantasies were about to come true.

“There really is an ‘us’? This isn’t part of my daydream?”

“Jen there’s no way you want this as much as I do.” Cal scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. He sat her on her feet and she stood still and he pulled off her tee shirt.

Damn, Cal thought to himself, matching bra and thong, I’m back to my teenage fantasies. Turing her around he unhooked her bra and turned her back to him. He pulled the straps down her arms until her breasts were free. They were incredible and his mouth was drawn to them. He felt the nipple harden in his mouth as he sucked gently and her abdomen tensed as he reached for the other.

“Cal, Cal…” Jenny repeated softly.

Cal lay her back onto the bed and slid her thong down her long legs, hungrily taking in the sights he’d been longing to see, to touch, to taste. Cupping her breast, he softly asked, “Jenny, are you a virgin?”

“A virgin? That’s what you’re worried about now?”

Cal laughed, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m not a virgin and you won’t hurt me.”4

Ready to buy? Cal’s Law is available at:
Blushing Books
Amazon

Want to know more about the author?
The love of writing came to me late in life and I spent time trying to fit writing into a busy schedule. Recently I retired, the kids are out and on their own and my wonderful husband encourages me to spend more time exploring the world of writing.

I always hear you should write what you want to read, so I have. I write loving domestic discipline with the stress on ‘loving’. I want a strong man who cherishes the woman he loves and will go to any length to keep her safe and protected.

My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free spirited ways Tom is determination to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. My new series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.

My blog is:
PK Corey’s Reading Room
http://pk-corey.blogspot.com
Email: pk.corey@yahoo.com

To Know You – A Visit from Jaye Peaches!

We’re so excited to welcome Jaye Peaches to the blog today to share all the information about (and a hot excerpt from) To Know You!

Let’s start with the blurb:

To know you x600What happens when a kink loving woman has to come to terms with a traumatic episode in her life? Can the broken submissive learn to trust again?
When Gemma Marshall resigns from a good job to work as a lowly intern in the heart of the City of London, immediately, the elusive company boss, Jason Lucas, seduces her.
Following a whirlwind of weekend trysts at his country mansion, Jason’s need to dominate her re-awakens her terrifying nightmares and leads to revelations from both of them.  What Jason seeks is an enduring relationship which means Gemma, if she wishes to win his heart and soul, has to return to the extraordinary life she’d left behind.
Can Gemma survive another relationship with an alluring master of the bedroom or will she finally turn her back on her natural desires?
Their passionate and highly erotic affair reaches crisis point when her ex-lover hunts her down, seeking retribution.
To Know You is a fictional account of two people who begin a journey together. It is a complete story.  Both characters are sexy and know what they want. Neither are novices, neither expect love in their relationship. One takes control and the other yields. In the bedroom, there are the erotic scenes of BDSM, discipline and romance.  The dynamic can be intoxicating—and dangerous.
Trust is key.  Communicating trust.  Building trust and maintaining integrity. And love? It’s not always about love – until Gemma meets Jason.
(Previously published as Trust Me to Know You)

And now for Maisy’s favorite part, the hot excerpt:

“Stand up and turn around.”
He snapped the handcuffs over my wrists and sliding his finger around the metal clasp, he checked they weren’t too tight. Taking my arm, he lowered me over his lap, so my head rested on the divan and my legs dangled on the other side.
“I’m going to spank you, and then I’m going to tease you out for a while. We know each other well, but not with toys. I want you to enjoy the spanking and come for me. If the pain becomes too much I want you to tell me. We could try a one to ten scoring system to help you ease back into receiving pain if it helps you?”
“I’m all right, sir. Erotic spankings I can manage.”
Oh my, I shut my eyes and waited.
His hand landed across my bottom right on the sit-spot and I jumped slightly. It smarted—a rude awakening from my spanking hiatus. After a few more smacks, he stroked my cheeks, making small circles to disperse the raw heat.
“How’s that?” he asked.
“About five, sir.”
“Exactly where I want it.”
After Jason had repeated another set of spanks and rubs, he parted my legs and touched my folds. A multitude of goose bumps rose up in reply and I moaned. From the moment we entered the room, I wanted to come. Before he’d brought me in here, after our long discussion about sex toys, limits, scenes I’d experienced and bondage preferences, I was a desperate smoldering wreck of neediness running at full throttle.
“You’re very responsive to my touch. I like this.”
Beneath my hips, his cock had risen and I felt the bulge. Jason was happy, oh yes!
He continued spanking me for several minutes. The blows weren’t excessively painful, on the contrary, the heated sensation was sensual and affecting. He accompanied the smacks with his teasing fingers, probing and massaging my tender parts. I started to build, heading towards the release my coiled body needed so badly. He inserted two fingers inside my drenched pussy and moved them in and out rhythmically.
“I own this, Gemma. Your body belongs to me. When we aren’t together, I still own you, all of you. You’re mine.”
The words might have seemed harsh to a novice sub—controlling and demanding, but to me, they were enduringly seductive.

Good Lord. Somebody fan me. If you’re ready to buy, To Know You is available on AMAZON.

Want to know more about Jaye?
I’m an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy spending time with my family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

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New from Louise Taylor!

The Ruttingdon Club Series Book 4: Do As The Doctor Orders

by: Louise Taylor

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The doctor is in – and Lady Cassandra’s in trouble!

Blurb

Lady Cassandra Martinbury has a big problem – her spendthrift father has bankrupted their earldom and left the two of them nearly penniless. The only way to save what is left of the family estate is for her to marry a man of means, but she draws the line at being forced to submit to the vicious Marquess of Radcliffe, her only suitor.

Feigning illness to avoid wedding Radcliffe, Cassandra comes under the care of Dr. Henry Sutherland, a Ruttingdon Club member and a specialist in the treatment of female hysteria. He can tell immediately that she is faking her symptoms, but the thought of a week with the beautiful woman at his private sanatorium is just too tempting to resist.

But Cassandra needs a decent, agreeable husband, not a week at a remote therapy spa, where there are few people at all to be found, let alone any unattached men of good breeding. Still, that is where she ends up, although she has no intention of remaining there. Her repeated escape attempts from the place find her over the handsome doctor’s knee three times before she realizes that the man to save her and her father might just be right in front of her!

Purchase Links

Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MY0OUEW/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1482405784&sr=1-3

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01MY0OUEW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1482405875&sr=8-1&keywords=do+as+the+doctor+orders

Excerpt:

The water was warm, thank God, and it was utterly relentless. This was no thin trickle

spluttering out of a tap – this was a veritable torrent of pressurised water aimed solely at her most

secret parts!

 

Her chemise, made of fine cotton, immediately became soaking wet and plastered itself

to her body. She might as well have been naked in the chair, for all the cover that it gave her!

It was as if the moment the water hit her body, it controlled her completely. She could no

longer speak the Queen’s English, as all she could utter were incoherent groans and moans. She

writhed against the straps, trying to angle her body towards the delicious pressure pumped

against her by the relentless water. Her hips jerked of their own volition, wantonly and

obscenely. Her previous fear about the water treatment had disappeared completely. She no

longer wished to avoid it – she wanted more of it!

 

Distantly she heard footsteps come close to her, but her eyes were shut tight against the

ferocity of the sensations generated by the pressure of the water. Tightness was starting deep in

her belly, a pressure that she could not explain, even if she had the words to do so. The tingling

sensation so memorable from the doctor’s touch back in London had started again, faintly

tickling at her as she tried her best to angle herself to accept more of the water.

A deep chuckle came from somewhere above her, but she could not bring herself to open

her eyes to see Dr Sutherland look down at her.

 

It seems that the treatment is working,” he said. “Are you feeling the benefits, Lady

Cassandra?”

 

Buy Do as the Doctor Orders:

Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MY0OUEW/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1482405784&sr=1-3

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01MY0OUEW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1482405875&sr=8-1&keywords=do+as+the+doctor+orders

 

Author Bio

I’m Louise Taylor, and I love reading and writing historical romance novels! I’ve now written eight full length erotic historical romances, and all my novels are published by the lovely people at Blushing Books.

All my books have elements of power exchange, spanking and BDSM but none of my heroines are weak-willed or easily dominated – they make their men work for their love!

I live on the beautiful Welsh coast, and I love walking the cliff tops and visiting some of our wonderful historical ruins. I get my best ideas when I’m in the great outdoors and you can usually find me chasing after the piece of paper I’ve just scribbled my notes on!

I live in a late Victorian house with wonderfully high ceilings and no central heating – thank goodness for my fabulous fireplace! I’m owned by Alfred The Great, an enormous tom cat with very decided ideas about who gets to sit on the right side of the sofa and how long I am allowed to stay in bed in the morning.

 

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Don’t miss these exciting titles by Louise Taylor and Blushing Books!

The Victorian Vices Series

Spanking The Governess

Spanking Miss Sophia

Spanking The Heiress

The Ruttingdon Club Series

The Incorrigible Annabelle Spencer

Annabelle’s Awakening

Having Faith

Keeping Faith

Do As The Doctor Orders

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Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine – a guest visit with Kryssie Fortune

marriage-mobsters-and-the-marine-kf-coverToday we’re welcoming Kryssie Fortune to the blog to tell us about her new book, Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine!

Abigail and Jared marry for mutual convenience, each unaware of the other’s BDSM lifestyle. Can love blossom despite extortion threats, kidnapping, and attempted murder?

Here’s the Blurb:

Abigail Montgomery, a small town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, dreams of the Dickensian Christmas her family never enjoyed. Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.

Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom needs to $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution—to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle.

Gradually, Abigail comes to dream of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared break her heart when he walks away?

Ready for an excerpt?

He held her a moment longer than necessary, then dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead. When he released her, she perched on the edge of the bed. The way she stared at him reminded him of a startled fawn about to run. Stepping back, he closed the door and checked it had locked behind him. “First, we’ll address your disobedience and how you put yourself in danger. After I’ve spanked some sense into you, we’ll talk about what happened.”

He hadn’t meant to unleash his dominant side on his unsuspecting wife, but if those creeps in the car park had gotten another shot off, she might have bled out on the bedroom floor. He refused to think about his Abigail wounded and bleeding because those idiots had come after him. Leaning against the door, he folded his arms across his chest. “Take off your robe.”

Abigail’s gaze darted about the room. “You’re going to spank me? When I tried to help you?”

He pictured her bare assed and laid over his knee. “Hell yeah. You put yourself in danger. I’d never have forgiven myself if those bastards had put a bullet in you. Why are you still wearing your robe?”

He knew this pushed her boundaries, but he needed to make her understand how much he needed her to stay safe. Okay, he suspected no one had spanked her even when she’d been a child, so he’d go easy on her virgin ass. Afterward, he’d screw her, if she still wanted him. “Normally I’d blister your bare butt with a paddle or spank it until you couldn’t sit for a week. For the first time, I’ll limit your punishment to five bare-bottom slaps.”

If you’re ready to buy, Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine is available at Loose IDAll Romance, Amazon USA, and Amazon UK.

Want to know more about Kryssie?
Kryssie’s a girl who loves to shopping, history, and writing. Back in 2001 disaster struck and her heart valve collapse. Even her heart specialist told her to make her will. Prognosis shocking. Outcome amazing. Ever since Kryssie’s been chasing her dreams. She’s visited the ancient Greek sites she read about as child, taken a trip to Pompeii, and visited the Orkney Islands.

Her biggest challenge was writing the book she always swore she’d get around to one day. It took a while, and being dyslexic, she lacked the confidence to self-publish. Fortunately, Loose id accepted her first book, To Wed a Werewolf, and she’s been writing ever since.

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“I’ll see you hanged for this!” Her Outlaw Daddy

Time for a Saturday spanking. Today we’re visiting with the latest of our steely-palmed dominants — Cole, the hero of Her Outlaw Daddy.

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Blurb:

As the daughter of a well-to-do politician, Aida Perkins is accustomed to living in relative luxury, but everything changes the night she is carried off by Cole Clemens and his gang. The gruff, handsome outlaw makes it clear that she will be held for ransom until her father repays the debt he owes, and until then absolute obedience and total submission will be demanded of Aida.

When she puts him to the test, Aida quickly finds herself over Cole’s lap with her bottom bare for a thorough, humiliating spanking, and to make matters worse he informs her that from now on she will be expected to call him Daddy. Though the painful, embarrassing punishment infuriates Aida, her body betrays her and Cole’s stern chastisement arouses her deeply.

Determined to master Aida completely, Cole sets out to teach her what it means to surrender fully to a dominant man, and when he takes her long and hard she is left begging for more. Aida cannot help her growing passion for her firm-handed captor, but it is only when she learns the real reason for her kidnapping that she truly understands the danger she and her new daddy face. Will Cole be able to keep his little girl safe from both her enemies and his own?

Publisher’s Note: Her Outlaw Daddy includes spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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How about a little excerpt?

“Now, pretty girl, you’ll stand up against that tree and take your punishment, or I’ll have to hold you over my lap. And as much as I’d like to have that lovely body of yours closer to my cock, we can get this over more quickly if you take your whippin’.”

She tossed up her chin and glared at him. “You can tie me up and whip me,” she said. “But I’ll see you hanged for this.”

Clenching his jaw, he grabbed her about the shoulder and tried to get her into position, but her foot shot out and kicked him in the kneecap. It stung like the dickens, and he swore vehemently as he rubbed at the pain, reaching for her bound wrists, but she was too quick. She spun away and tried to run but he snagged her about the waist. She tried to pull away from him, screaming at the top of her lungs, but it was too late for her now. He ducked her swinging fist, encircled her waist with his arm, and in one swift motion, dropped to the ground, hauling her straight across one bent knee.

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 Her Outlaw Daddy now live!:

Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/jfw7x5p

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