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.

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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 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.”

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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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Naughty, naughty excerpt from the Warrior King

I’ve been working on a dystopian sci-fi and having a blast writing this. I’m nearing the end of the draft, and this King — lemme tell you, this guy is scary-alpha. This book is definitely closer on the master/slave spectrum of things than anything I’ve written, though he does have a soft side.

Khal Drogo is the inspiration for Vladimir, the Warrior King of Alvedere.

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See? Scary-alpha.

 

Today I’m sharing an excerpt, and I’m going to warn you up front, this is very sexy, super dirty, and almost certainly not suitable for work so please beware. In this excerpt, Carina is learning that her master has, shall we say, a variety of uses for her hairbrush.

 

“My lord,” she pants. I pause, the brush frozen half-way in but no longer moving. She moans, in agony, and I feel my hardened cock jerk underneath the warmth of her belly.
“Yes, my love?”
She doesn’t speak for a minute, frozen in place. “Please, my lord,” her plea a mere whisper now.
I insert the handle so slowly as I speak to her. “Please what, my little one?”
“Pleeeease,” she moans, louder now, as I move the handle within her. “Oh, please.”
I freeze, my voice hardening. “Please what?”
She squirms. “Let me have my release!” she moans. “This is torture! I can’t bear this another minute! I’ll die if you don’t allow me release!”
I leave the tip of the handle on the damp edge of her folds. “Release, Carina? You wish me to pleasure you? A naughty, defiant girl like you?”
She moans. “I won’t be naughty,” she whispers. “I will obey you, just please allow me release. I can’t bear this!”
I remove the handle and turn the brush around so that the flat is against her skin again. My voice is harsh and corrective as I lift the brush again. “Pleasure, little one, is for good girls who know how to behave themselves.” I crack the flat of the brush on her backside. She jerks from the pain of it, and I pause as I allow my words to sink in. “Obedience is rewarded,” I say, with another slap of the brush on her cheeks. “Defiance, however, will be met with consequences.” I puncture my words with another solid smack of the brush. “What is it you prefer, little one?” I ask, the brush poised, as I demonstrate her options. “Punishment,” a sharp crack landing on the tender place where her thighs and bottom meet, “Or pleasure?” I take the handle of the brush and insert it, pumping hard and fast as she gasps and writhes.
“Pleasure! Oh for the love of all things good, pleasure, my lord!” she screams, her back arching as she reaches closer and closer to orgasm.
I still. “Then what is it you need to do?” I scold.
She is panting now, her voice thick with arousal and need, “Obey you. Obey you, my lord! I am sorry for defying you. I will not defy you! I will obey you,” her words tumble out, pleading for mercy, begging for release. I smile slowly, the warmth of her obedience to me spreading across my chest as my hardened cock presses into her soft, sweet belly.
“You will obey me, Carina?” I whisper, releasing her waist and grasping a fistful of her hair, lifting her head back as I bend my head down. “Will you do as I say?” She squirms on my lap, her eyes shut tight, her lip caught between her teeth, completely at my mercy. “Or shall I whip you harder? Is that what you need from me? A whipping” She attempts to shake her head but it is difficult with the firm grasp I have her in. “Or will you obey me so that I may pleasure you?”
“P-pleasure,” she stutters. “Please!”
I release her hair and push her so that she is on her knees in front of me. Her eyes widen as she takes me in. Her hair is wild about her face, her blue eyes gleaming with passion and desire. I smile at her. She is exactly where I want her, ready to do my will, begging to please me. I take the brush and slowly run it through the hair that frames her face. Her eyes widen as I draw it through the midnight tresses slowly.
“Perhaps it shall be as it is at mealtimes,” I murmur, watching her heated eyes widen as I stroke her hair with the brush. “Perhaps I shall require my appetite be sated before yours. If I were to ask you to take me in your mouth, would you?”
She nods, her voice husky as she replies. “Anything you wish, my lord,” she says.
“Even if I have you suck me until I spill in your mouth?” I tease, narrowing my eyes on her.
She licks her lips. My cock twitches in response. Her eyes lower. “It would be my pleasure,” she hisses.

 

 

(See? Dirty! lol Eager to bring this book to readers early next year!)

 

 

Her Outlaw Daddy is live!

Her Outlaw Daddy, my first dark romance, is now live! I loved writing this story. Dark romance is so gritty and raw, and it’s a challenge to redeem that hero. I love getting my characters to the point where the reader thinks, “how are these two ever going to get together?” It’s a nice twist on traditional romance, and one of my new favorite things to write.

Meet Cole, the tough-as-nails outlaw in Her Outlaw Daddy.

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About Her Outlaw Daddy

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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Excerpt (warning — R-rated!): 

The rough stubble of Cole’s bearded face scratched her as his mouth, soft in comparison to everything else about him, met hers in unapologetic greed. He wanted her. His tongue plunged into her mouth, and arousal zinged through her core. Her body had been taut before, wound and closed and properly chastened, but now she was split open, laid bare, heat galloping through her veins and arousal across her chest as his raw, powerful hands raked over her breasts. His fingers nimbly found her nipples, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure so a low moan hummed between them as they kissed.

He pulled his mouth away and cursed, the guttural growl somehow making her need him more. Everything in her instinctively yearned for his power, his strength, his unabashed masculinity. He raked his fingers through her hair, tugging her head back with surprising tenderness, though she felt the pull on her scalp, a reminder of his unbridled strength. He made her feel small, and feminine, and somehow beautiful. His whiskered mouth graced her cheek with a kiss.

You’ll be a good girl, Aida,” he said, and she nodded. Yes. Yes, she would, she’d do anything he said. “You won’t give Daddy reason to punish you again like that.”

Daddy.

Why did hearing him say that make her thighs clench, her nipples tighten against the bodice of the dress? It was so wrong.

She swallowed, utterly consumed with her need for him, as she gasped a response. “No. I’m sorry.” Her voice caught at the end. She was sorry.

She’d needed to defy him, needed to push. The feeling of being out of control was unsettling. But now as he held her close to his chest, she felt calmed. No longer out of control or angry. He was strong. He would protect her. She’d needed the stern reminder. Her entire life she’d been allowed to do as she’d wanted. She’d been spoiled terribly. Cole was the first man who had ever held her to a higher standard, and though she’d deny it, deep down inside she felt the magnetic pull of his authority. It was calming and undeniably erotic.

I want to hold you,” he said, his mouth trailing down to her neck. His tongue flicked out, licking the bare skin of her collarbone. She gasped at the sensation as his teeth gently nipped the sensitive skin at her neck. “I want to lay you down and strip you.”. His voice was so deep and raspy it traipsed across her skin like liquid fire. “I want to taste you,” he growled. “Every bit of you. Your mouth, your breasts, and your sweet little pussy.”

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**Cover reveal**

Time for a cover reveal! Look what’s coming this Friday, December 9, in just two days??

 

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My first dark western, laced with a delicious #capturefantasy and stern #daddydom, this is a fast-paced read packed with action, hot enough to melt your Kindle. I’ll warn you, readers — this one is dark, and not for everyone.

How about a little excerpt?

“You’ll do as I say. Everyone in our company obeys me, you and the other four men I have with me. There’s no room for disobedience or disrespect. That means you’ll eat what I feed you, come when I call you, and do what I say. Anything short of complete obedience, and I’ll punish you.” He paused as his words sank in. “Soundly.” His eyes darkened. “And I’ll expect you to treat me with respect. Understood?”

She glared at him, hatred a live, pulsing heat between them. Her words were a low hiss. He could whip her, he could tie her up, he could make her obey, but she’d let him kill her before she’d ever give him respect.

Though her mouth was dry, she used up what she had left as she spat again on the ground with vehemence. “You filthy scoundrel!”

He watched her through eyes so narrow they were no more than slits before he shifted up and drew even closer to her, while she cursed furiously. Though her heart thundered in her chest, she still did not regret refusing to submit. He reached a hand to where her long, wavy blonde hair hung loose about her face, grabbed a fistful, and yanked so hard she felt the piercing pain along her scalp and spine. She cried out involuntarily as his mouth came to her ear.

“I gave you a choice, little girl, and I gave you one chance to do this the easy way. I’ll have you know it’ll be my immense pleasure to whip your gorgeous backside raw while you scream for mercy. Darlin’, you just gave me exactly what I came for.”

 

 

Her Outlaw Daddy…live in two days!

 

 

His Babygirl: Boston Doms Book 4

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His Babygirl is available on Amazon.

Alice Cavanaugh learned early that the only person she could count on was herself. As a single mom, she works hard to provide the best life possible for her son Charlie, and to earn the respect of those around her. She might take part in a scene at The Club, but she’s way too busy to be anyone’s full-time submissive. And that’s fine with her, since the one dominant she’s fantasized about submitting to has given her nothing but mixed-signals and heartache… until now.

Alexander “Slay” Slater, a former Marine and Dungeon Master at The Club, has been eyeing Alice for a while now… from a distance. But now that he’s set his sights on her, he’s all in. He will make her feel safe and cared for, and attend to her every need—including taking her over his knee for a sound spanking when she needs it.

But when Alice and Slay are roped into a dangerous entanglement with an insidious drug cartel, their relationship is put to the test. Can Alice trust Slay, even when it means ignoring her own fears and instincts? Can Slay keep Alice safe from the dangers that they face? Above all, can they overcome the obstacles that keep them apart—so that Slay can become Alice’s Daddy, and Alice… his babygirl?

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, mild elements of age-play, and BDSM including power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

An excerpt from His Babygirl

disobey-their-daddyHappy Wednesday, everyone! Ready to find out what everyone’s been working on with the WIPitUpWednesday blog hop? We’re excited to share this snippet from our latest Boston Doms book, His Babygirl (Boston Doms Book 4)!

“Seems a good spanking is what’s in order, young lady,” he chided, intentionally speaking sternly and fixing her with a look of admonishment.

“Step out of your panties, and hand them to me.”

She stood, trembling, stepped out of her panties, and handed them over. He put the small strip of fabric in his pocket. He kept his gaze on her as he unclasped his belt. “What happens to little girls who disobey their daddies?” he asked, pulling the leather through the fabric with a soft whoosh before doubling it over. Her eyes were wide as saucers.

“They get spanked,” she whispered.

He furrowed his brow at her and pointed to the couch. “That’s right. I want you bent over the arm of the couch, toes on the floor, hands flat down in front of you. Understand me?”

She nodded, stepping over to the arm of the couch. He stood behind her and watched as she draped her naked body over the edge, obediently placing both feet on the floor as her hands splayed out on the sofa cushion.

“When Daddy give you an instruction, you’re expected to obey,” he said, and without another word, he pulled back the doubled-over belt and snapped it against her naked backside. She rose to the tips of her toes and gasped. As a reddened stripe rose on her bottom, his cock strained for release. He reared back and let loose another snap of the belt. He could easily modulate the swing of his shortened belt, especially when she was lying over the couch. He would leave her bottom stinging and warm to the touch, but not welted or bruised.

He let loose six swats, one after the other, as he lectured her about obeying.

“You’ll obey Daddy.” Whap! “You will do as you’re told.” Whap! “It’s hard for you to trust, but you’re doing so well, baby girl.” Whap! She gasped as the leather belt wrapped around her upper thighs, but he kept spanking. “You told the truth when asked, so your spanking won’t be as hard as it could be.”

Another hard swat fell, but then he was done. If she’d lied on top of it, he would’ve moved on to a good paddling, but for now, she would be repentant and submissive. She’d also be fucking wet for him.

Want to know more about His Babygirl?

Alice Cavanaugh learned early that the only person she could count on was herself. As a single mom, she works hard to provide the best life possible for her son Charlie, and to earn the respect of those around her. She might take part in a scene at The Club, but she’s way too busy to be anyone’s full-time submissive. And that’s fine with her, since the one dominant she’s fantasized about submitting to has given her nothing but mixed-signals and heartache… until now.

Alexander “Slay” Slater, a former Marine and a Dungeon Master at The Club, has been eyeing Alice for a while now… at a distance. But now that he’s set his sights on her, he’s all in. He will make her feel safe and cared for, and attend to her every need—including taking her over his knee for a sound spanking when she needs it.

But when Alice and Slay are roped into a dangerous entanglement with an insidious drug cartel, their relationship is put to the test. Can Alice trust Slay, even when it means ignoring her own fears and instincts? Can Slay keep Alice safe from the dangers that they face? Above all, can they overcome the obstacles that keep them apart—so that Slay can become Alice’s Daddy, and Alice… His Babygirl?

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, mild elements of ageplay and BDSM including power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book. (full length book, 60,000 words).

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