What’s a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the Huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf? If you enjoy twisted fairy tales, Dark Chocolate and Strawberries will definitely titillate your taste buds!
Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Sexy Red Hood.
Esmerelda ‘Red’ Hood is summoned to her mother’s executive suite only to learn her sweet granny is headed for a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it’s too late.
On board, Red meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other a dark, sophisticated predator. Her grandmother’s warning rings in Red’s ear “Never trust a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”
Even with the warning, Red has trouble choosing which man could be the big bad wolf, and which could be her happily ever after.
Enjoy the excerpt!
When the elevator doors slid open, Red stepped into the hallway. Before her, the impressive glass and brass doors of Hood’s Chocolatier –the corporate offices of one of the country’s largest independent chocolate makers. She stepped through the doorway and marched toward her cubicle.
Three steps from her destination, the word, “Esmeralda!” broke the silence.
Caught! She sighed, formed a smile, and turned. “Yes, Mother?”
“Where have you been? I’ve called and called.”
“I noticed. Six voicemails and fourteen text messages. Nothing flagged urgent. You seem fine. I’m fine. So, what’s the big deal?” She frowned. What could be the problem? “Oh no, is it Grandma?”
Her mother threw her hands up. “Yes!”
“What? What’s wrong? Is she sick? She didn’t fall and break anything, did she?”
“She’s driving me out of my mind.”
Red bit back the sentence – Oh happy day – and instead managed to say, “What’s she done now?”
“Not here. Come to my office.”
“Can I go put my coat and things—”
Hearing her mother’s sigh of frustration, Red surrendered then remembered that following her mother to her office would mean passing by the office of Stanley Parkinson, VP of Sales. She stood a little taller, pulled in her stomach and strode near his office then deflated at the sight of his closed door.
Red had barely stepped into the office marked R. Hood, when her mother pushed her aside and closed the door. “Your grandmother has booked a stateroom on a cruise ship and is taking a man with her.”
Sensing So what?? was the wrong answer, Red let her mother vent whatever bothered her. This day could still be saved. If her mother stayed focused on the crisis-of-the-moment, she might forget the weekly discussion of her love life.
“A man. Did you hear me?”
“Yes, Mother.” Red unbuttoned her coat, dropped her gloves and scarf onto the seat next to her, then settled in the brown leather chair in front of the desk. Her mother walked around and sat behind her large, hand-carved, oak desk. It provided an imposing barrier between mother and daughter.
“I haven’t told you this before, but your grandmother’s going through your grandfather’s money faster than you can go through a tub of maple walnut ice cream after a breakup.”
Folding her immaculately manicured hands and placing them on her desk, Red’s mother looked up. “Your flight’s at two.”
“I’ve booked a flight to Miami and a stateroom on The Emerald Forest.”
Red shook her head. “I can’t afford a stateroom on a junior accountant’s salary.”
“The company is paying. I had my secretary send everything to your cell. Now, you have no time to talk. Go home, pack, find your passport and save your grandmother.”
Red’s voice rose an octave, “Save my grandmother? From what?”
Mrs. Hood placed her fingers on her forehead. “Save your grandmother from spending your inheritance on some gigolo. Your grandfather built this company from nothing to a multi-million dollar business. And he had to fight the big boys like Hersey and the Mars brothers to do it.”
Red sighed. “I know the corporate story, Mom. He started by making his chocolate in great grandma’s kitchen and from those humble beginnings—”
“Put you through Harvard Business School,” snapped her mother.
“Only to be dumped in a junior accountant’s position.”
“We’ll fight later. Now go. No. Wait.” Red’s mother pressed an intercom button.
A disembodied voice responded. “Yes, Mrs. Hood?”
“The box for my mother-in-law, where is it?”
“I’ll bring it right in, Mrs. Hood.” A moment later, the door opened and Brittnee entered carrying a silver box. She offered it to Mrs. Hood.
Mrs. Hood pointed to her daughter. The secretary handed the box to Red and left the office, closing the door behind her. Red didn’t need to ask, she knew it was the box. It contained the new samples for next year’s line. Grandma Hood retained the right of final decision on what chocolates were sold at Hood Chocolatier.
“Take those to your grandmother. A taste of home might bring her to her senses.”
Red held back a frustrated sigh. She didn’t want to fly to Miami. If she was away, Katerina would jump at the chance to sink her claws into Stanley. Her man, the stud, the gorgeous VP of Sales who made her body swoon with desire whenever he walked by. The smell of his aftershave made her undies wet. Once, she rode from the lobby to the sixth floor with him and almost had an orgasm before the elevator doors opened. She couldn’t concede this hunk of a man to Katerina. But what could she do?
Her mother snapped her fingers. “Why are you just sitting there? Go. Save your grandmother. Save your inheritance.”
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré’s alter ego when she’s inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.
Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large saltwater aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice, and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.
Coming home for Christmas means Madison Delaney will have to face the ‘I told you so‘ of Drake Lanyard, the angry cowboy she’d left behind. Heartbroken and tired, she knows she deserves his censure, and the most she can hope for is forgiveness. Unless someone has a Christmas miracle in reserve for Madison, the man she loves is permanently beyond her reach. But miracles are in short supply.
Drake was quiet for a moment and then he asked.“Did you care for me at all, Madison?
Madison took a deep breath. “I can’t take any more hurt right now, Drake. I’m not sure what I feel.”
“Okay, I can understand that–but did you ever care for me?” He asked the question painfully, needing to know that he hadn’t suffered for three years alone in a love that hadn’t been returned at all.
Madison looked up at him, searching his face. His handsome features seemed vulnerable at that moment and she realized he was very serious. “I…I did care for you, Drake.” She couldn’t admit that she’d loved him. She hadn’t even known it herself at the time. “But…I was also…afraid.”
“Afraid? Of me?” He looked incredulous. “I would never hurt you, surely you knew that!”
“You were always…threatening me,” she finished vaguely, flushing.
“Threatening you? In what way?” He looked genuinely puzzled and Madison shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
“You know…always threatening to…to…”
It finally dawned on him what she was getting at and he barked a short surprised laugh. “You mean threatening to spank you?”
She nodded as she felt the flush of embarrassment steal into her cheeks. How dare he laugh at her? Turning away, she walked up the sidewalk towards the white wooden house neatly painted and trimmed with holiday garland on the tall front pillars. Her foot was on the first step when a hand on her arm swung her back around to face him.
“I only threatened you because you deserved it. You were a spoiled, selfish little brat that needed a good paddling more than once. I should have just done it instead of talking about it. Believe me, next time I will.”
“You’d better not,” she yelled, bringing her hand up to slap him instinctively. What was it about this man that had always made her so angry that she wanted to strike out at him—to wipe the smug smile off his handsome face? She’d always felt compelled to defy his dominant nature, and today was no different. Even Tom had not engendered these deep feelings within her.
Grabbing her hand, Drake pinned it behind her back and grabbed her hair with his other hand, much like he had before she’d left.
“I figured the little spitfire was still in there somewhere,” he muttered as his mouth lowered to hers. “There’s only one way to deal with the likes of her.”
His mouth landed on hers in a punishing kiss. He ravaged her soft mouth ruthlessly until she was trembling in his arms and her senses swimming. He might be stronger than she was but there was no way she was letting him get away with this. If she didn’t break their clinch, she’d give herself away and she had no intention of being the jilted lover when he was through with her. Maybe she deserved it after what she’d done to him, but she couldn’t bring herself to believe he might ever care for her again. She’d made a big enough fool out of herself already, she had no intention of making it worse.
Finding the instep of his foot she stamped down hard with the heel of her boot, causing him to curse loudly in frustration.
“Damn! You need the full course this time, don’t you?”
He sat on the steps and swiftly pulled her face down over his long hard thighs. “You’ve been asking for this for a long time, and I’m going to give it to you.”
“No, let me go,” she demanded, panicking at the results of her rash actions. Madison knew her worst fears were about to be realized when her glove covered palms met the snow on the wooden steps on the left side of his lap. She’d finally riled him enough that he was actually going to spank her!
Raised in a dour religious sect, Alethea Allerton dreams of dancing, laughter, and love. She fell for the Earl of Deanswood within five minutes of meeting him. They married by special license a week later, but he’d rather spend time with his mistress than bed hiswife. Alethea has no idea how to seduce her husband. Desperate, she visits a house of ill-repute and hires a tutor. He agrees to meet all the costs as long as she remains blindfold throughout their lessons.
The Earl of Deanswood, a Waterloo veteran, wed Alethea to father an heir. He steps in as her tutor but he teaches her as much about spanking as sex.
Alethea survives an attempt on her life. Circumstances implicate Deanswood, and terrified, she flees London. He pursues her, and when he kisses her, she recognizes the touch and taste of him. She’s hurt and humiliated by his deception.
Deanswood sets out to win back her trust. Along the way, he teaches her about ropes, spectators in the bedroom, submission, and sex toys. Only one thing mars their happiness. Someone wants Alethea dead.
Publisher’s Note:His Innocent Bride is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Let’s enjoy an excerpt from Kryssie’s book
Stonehurst’s eyes shone with mischief. “Your wife came to my establishment earlier. She offered me five guineas to fuck her.”
Deanswood spluttered and almost spat out his brandy. “She did what?”
Stonehurst leaned back and savored the second sip of his wine. “Do you want me to repeat it? After you’ve drawn everyone’s gaze? I didn’t take her money or screw her, of course. Let’s find somewhere to talk.”
Anger turned Deanswood’s features haughty and harsh. Fists curled, he glowered at his friend. Make that former friend. He’d rather beat Stonehurst senseless than talk. “You keep your bloody hands off her.”
All Deanswood had wanted was an heir and a spare. Instead, his wife barred him from her bed—unless a quick screw with no foreplay or kisses once a month counted. He’d rather have stayed single.
He’d dreamed of a wife with a warm smile and sweet nature. Curves that made his mouth water and his palms twitch would be a bonus. Leg-shackling himself to Alethea Allerton was the biggest mistake he’d ever made.
He should have made it clear that he expected her to bear his children and submit to the occasional spanking. In return, he’d teach her about passion, bondage, and obedience. Until his mother-in-law collared him in the library, he’d been looking forward to his wedding night. His mother-in-law’s words had kyboshed that.
Stonehurst struggled to contain his laughter. “So, what really happened on your wedding night?”
“It’s none of your business,” Deanswood snapped.
Unabashed, Stonehurst grinned. “Your wife made it my business. Her dress sense is shocking. Is that why you couldn’t perform last night?”
Stonehurst was right. Alethea had involved him in the tangled mess of her marriage. “Did Alethea say I couldn’t… Of course, I could… Damn it, I don’t have to explain myself to you.”
“It might help to talk about it,” Stonehurst suggested.
Deanswood sighed. “Nothing else seems to. After I’d thrown Lady Babs out, my new mother-in-law collared me in the library. She read me an endless lecture on the sins of marital sex. I’d rather take a dressing down from Wellington than endure that again.”
Inwardly, Deanswood fumed. Why the hell had his wife waited until after the ceremony to send her mother to tell him she didn’t want sex? He supposed she was eager to get her grasping hands on his fortune.
Stonehurst’s teasing manner vanished, and he held up both hands, palm out. “I never touched her. We’re attracting too much attention. Walk with me.”
Deanswood had fought alongside Stonehurst in the Peninsular War and again at Waterloo. They’d shared too much to fall out over a woman. That said, Stonehurst enjoyed the earl’s discomfort far too much!
Kryssie reads everything and anything, from literary fiction to sizzling romance. Her earliest memory is going to the library with her mother. She can’t have been more than two at the time. Reading, especially when a book’s hot and explicit, is more than a guilty pleasure. It’s an obsession.
Kryssie loves to visit historic sites, from Hadrian’s wall to Regency Bath. The first book she fell in love with was Georgette Heyer’s The Unknown Ajax. After that, she devoured every regency book she could. After a while, they went out of fashion, but part of Kryssie’s psyche lives in in in Regency London. She longs to dance quadrilles and flirt behind fans. Of course, Kryssie’s heroines do far more than flirt.
Kryssie lives in Bridlington on the Yorkshire coast –about thirty miles from Whitby, where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. She enjoys gardening, travel, and socializing with her author friends. You’d be surprised how many erotic romance authors live in the North of England.
Kryssie says…..“I write the books I like to read. There’s always a strong plot, with lots of adventure. Then there’s the sex. My pet hate is cliffhangers. Even the books in my series can be read as stand-alone romances. Add in that I’m a sucker for a happy-ever-after, and you’ve got my writing style.”
Sixteen stories of Yuletide romance from a broad range of time periods, brimming with scandal, sizzling passion and the promise of true love. From the snowbound Highlands to candlelit ballrooms, follow these feisty heroines as they unmask secret identities, scorn etiquette and defy danger.
We hope you enjoy unwrapping these sixteen gorgeous novellas of love at Christmas! What a lovely holiday collection!
Yuletide Yielding by Ashe Barker
She shares his bed and he has her heart. Lynet is a powerless thrall in Stian’s household, property to be bought and sold on a whim. She adores her Viking captor and knows he cares for her. But this Yuletide he is to wed and that changes everything…
Trusting Her Highland Laird by Brandy Golden
Laird Gallagher loves his feisty Scottish beauty just as she is, but Eileen wishes to overcome her terror of the dark and demonstrate her trust, by donning a blindfold. Will the experiment drive her fear deeper, or can he prove that love conquers all?
Duke of Christmas by Ellie St Clair
In the cold winter of 1784, Lady Marie Coleman is determined to break all ties to her ever-absent betrothed. Lionel Harrington is enjoying life for as long as he can without a care for the consequences.
Until one night at a ball, Lionel is captivated by the woman he has avoided for so long. Searching out an invitation to the St. James house party, Christmastide takes on a whole new meaning as he sets out to win over his future wife.
A Christmas Masquerade by Vanessa Brooks
The French Revolution left behind a damaged angel. A bewildered child. A man in despair. Can the bitter Yuletide winds drive a Christmas miracle? Will there be enough seasonal magic to heal all three?
Peril With a Prince by Emily Murdoch
Prince Edward of Aviroux is hunting down the Great Whisperer – the spy helping the French nobility escape the guillotine – when thwarted by the delectable Giselle.
He’s never met a woman like her; resourceful, cunning, and ready for a fight. What he doesn’t realize, is that she’s just the spy he’s looking for.
Trapped on an island together, will Edward discover Giselle’s terrible secret? Or will he reveal some of his own?
Her Mistletoe Promise by Jaye Peaches
Sent home from the battlefields of the Napoleonic wars, disgraced Lieutenant Elias Seton catches the attention of Jenny Templeton, who has fled London following a scandal.
Determined to cheer him up, and with little thought for her reputation, Jenny seduces the officer and promises to keep him company every night between Christmas Day and Twelfth Night.
After their first night together, Jenny discovers Elias is a demanding master of the bedroom. Will she be able to fulfill her promise? And what if her family discovers them together?
Mistletoe Mistress by Nicola Davidson
England, December 1813: Miss Rachel Lindsay is desperate. Abandoned at an isolated country inn on a snowy Christmas Eve, her only hope is a wealthy, stern, and sinfully handsome stranger – masquerading as her husband.
Awaiting a carriage repair, Arran Elliott, Marquess of Kyle, needs lodgings. And, it seems, a wife.
But when their bargain turns into nights of scorching passion and sensual discipline, he let the spirited and curvy beauty go. His – and her – secrets, be damned…
The Gentleman’s Seduction by Lauren Smith
Martin Banks wins a woman in a wager – the daughter of his most hated enemy, yet her spirit and passion remind him of how much he longs for love, in this Regency Christmas tale.
Bastion’s Surrender by Carole Mortimer
Abigail Brown’s first meeting with Lord Bastion Forbes, the Earl of Shaftesbury, is to find him tied naked to a bed at the notorious Club Venus, where she now works.
The following evening, she learns he is to be the gentleman who claims her virginity. But things are not always as they appear, and despite the unusual start to their acquaintance, Abigail quickly finds herself falling in love with the arrogant earl.
However, once the earl learns of her true identity, she has every reason to believe he will never return her feelings.
My Lady of Misrule by Amy Rose Bennett
When widowed countess, Minerva, Lady Harlow, discovers a devastating secret about her late husband, she turns to trusted friend Tristan King for support. However, when a long-denied desire flares to life – and Minerva and Tristan agree to a Twelfth Night tryst – Tristan worries that a secret of his own will ruin a treasured friendship.
But then again, perhaps this shared night of wicked, unbridled passion will spark an everlasting love…
A Wicked Christmas Wish by Em Brown
In this wickedly hot Regency, a husband betrayed ventures into the realm of domination and submission to claim his estranged wife. But will his intentions to satiate his burning desires backfire and ruin Christmas?
A Bluestocking for Christmas by Viola Morne
Addy Blye is pretty, clever, and poor. When her failing father can’t undertake his newest contract, Addy decides to impersonate him. Arriving in Cornwall, she meets the Duke of Trelawney, who is furious at her deception. Handsome and powerful, he stirs Addy’s darkest desires, but can she trust him with her heart?
The Marriage Game by Gracie Malling
In Victorian England, a Christmas parlor game goes awry when Anna, a virtuous young lady, finds herself upended over the lap of David, her best friend’s rakish older brother.
Now it’s Christmas, two years later, and David has returned from the British army determined to make Anna his bride. But can she trust he’s serious? Or is this just another one of his games?
Wicked Deeds on a Winters Night by Stacy Reid
Primrose Markham and Captain Gabriel Northcote cannot deny the burning hunger between them. Will a wicked night of passion on a winter’s night lead to the greatest love? Or only to betrayal?
The Night Before Scandal by Scarlett Scott
When a handsome lord and an eccentric lady meet in the midst of a blizzard at a country house party, a scandal is not far behind. What happens in a carriage does not always stay in a carriage, and Lord Harry and Lady Alexandra are forced to make a match to avoid ruination.
Will they find true love together by Christmas Day?
Master of the Moor by Emmanuelle de Maupassant
After more than twenty years in exile, Lord Mallon returns to his native Dartmoor – a place vast, and barren and mysterious – there meets the charming Comtesse de Rosseline.
Neither believe in love, but the attraction between them is immediate and irresistible. Can they defy the ghosts of the past, allowing their tempestuous affair to mature into something more?
Eight hot doms bring the action in this geeky extravaganza of intelligent, Machiavellian and highly-skilled men who aren’t afraid to take control.
In this collection of short stories, we explore the N.E.R.D. in all the usual settings you’d find one. From comic-cons to classrooms, to even alien spaceships, we bring you the N.E.R.D. in his full glory. The action is hot, the situations charming, and the men — they are total N.E.R.D.s.
Bring a sense of humor, a bacon sandwich, and a fan because it’s going to get hot in here!
Author Golden Angel
Cosplay Connection – when Diana’s bestie dragged her to speed dating at her local convention, she wasn’t expecting the Dark Knight to come to sweep her off her feet.
Alien Online – nerdy and awkward, it’s easier for Kerry to talk to men online – but when she agrees to meet one in real life, he’s not at all what she’s expecting.
Zoe’s Impetus by Felicity Brandon
I love biology, but botany is fast turning out to be the bane of my life, and Professor Neil’s the poster boy for it. The content of the module is so dull, I’m struggling to keep on target, but Professor Neil is offering me a unique olive branch. Can his unconventional techniques help me make the grade?
Elise in Wonderland by Sassa Daniels:
For intellectual snob Elise, signing up to speak at a video games convention was her first big mistake. Setting her sights on an arrogant wannabe dom was the second. Drawing the attention of her real-deal dominant colleague–well, that might just be the best mistake she’s ever made.
The Mugged and the Restless by Morganna Williams:
Lacey’s nerdy boss Jasper barely seems to notice she exists. Then Lacey gets mugged and suddenly she has almost more of Jasper’s attention than she can handle.
Walking Disaster by Rue Raven
Grace is brilliant at her job. Unfortunately, she’s less than brilliant at life, which is why her new boss is lying on the floor moaning after meeting Grace and a door at the same time. Grace needs a firm hand to keep her focussed – but first Jake has to stay conscious long enough to deal with her!
Of Demons and Nerds by Jack Crosby:
Just when you thought it was safe to go to a comic con… Derrick Grimm (aka the horseman, Death) and his former Lust demon girlfriend, Roxanne, show up. In this wacky adventure, you’ll meet all sorts of characters who tend to get themselves into some pretty sticky situations. With this many bad apples in one place, a good many someones are due to get spanked!
The Doctor’s Companion by Katie Douglas:
I was already having a bad day when my son got kidnapped by aliens. Then a man in a scarf stepped out of a red British phone box and everything changed. He calls himself The Surgeon, and he thinks I can save the world by knitting, but how can that be possible?
For a treat, here are some excerpts from each story!
Excerpt from Cosplay Connection by Golden Angel
Deep down she knew meeting up with Paul meant more to her than any date she’d had before. Rejection from him, after all the time they’d spent talking and getting to know each other online… well, it would hurt a lot more. Which was why she’d let Lane dress her up like this was a real date.
She’d arranged code words with Lane. Looked up everything she could about Julianno’s – the Italian restaurant she was meeting Paul at. It was only about an hour away from her. Kind of far for a date but… this isn’t a date. Kerry had certainly driven longer distances to get together with friends. So it was totally okay. She was still kind of surprised that she and Paul did actually live close enough to meet.
When she pulled into the parking lot, it was all she could do to keep from hyperventilating.
Her phone pinged.
Stalker Lane had been following her progress to the restaurant using an app on Kerry’s phone.
You’ve got this babe! And I’ve got you!
The text message made Kerry smile. Lane always knew how to help.
Thank you. I love you.
Love you too! Now get in there and go get him, girl!
Taking a deep breath, Kerry gathered her courage and got out of the car. She hadn’t taken more than two steps when a bright beam of light suddenly surrounded her from above. Startled, she stumbled – but she didn’t fall… actually, it felt like her body was being jerked upwards into the light…
She did the only thing she could do.
She screamed bloody murder.
Excerpt from Alien Online by Golden Angel
Diana leaned a little closer, hoping…
That tiny movement was all he’d apparently been waiting for because he immediately moved to meet her, his lips coming down on hers with a kiss that took her breath away. It felt like she’d been waiting for hours for the kiss. It didn’t hurt at all that he was a damn good kisser.
His lips were warm and soft, the kiss confident but not overpowering. When his tongue moved forward, she opened for him, the tingles in her body going full throttle now. They turned more towards each other, facing each other, the laptop shoved off of Matt’s lap and onto the bed beside them.
A little thrill went through her as he slid her to the side, putting her on her back underneath him. He was hot and hard between her legs, fitting perfectly against her.
When he pulled away from the kiss, he was a little breathless as well, his gaze intense as he looked down at her, and when he spoke his voice was a little deeper than usual.
“I don’t want to assume—you definitely want to have sex?”
Diana smiled up at him, feeling very much like the cat who was about to get the cream. Did he have any idea how fucking sexy he was right now? If she had had any doubts, they would have just been erased with that one question.
“If you want me to stop, at any point, just say ‘Batman.'”
Her smile turned into a grin. Considering that more than half the cosplayers she knew were on Fetlife—or kinky with the partner they currently had—she wasn’t entirely surprised to discover Matt was at least a little dominant. She was definitely pleased, though.
Hopefully, he liked brats.
“Is that my safeword, sir?” she asked sultrily and enjoyed watching the glint in his eyes flare. The way he was looking at her now was almost greedy.
“Yes, it is,” he growled.
Then his mouth was back on hers, a little more forcefully now, as his hands found hers. His fingers circled her wrists, pushing them above her head and pinning them there. Heat and need ran through her, making her ache in response.
That was fucking hot.
Excerpt from Zoe’s Impetus by Felicity Brandon:
“Get the book please, Miss Kellam,” he commands. I hesitate for a moment, amazed by how my body responds to the order. My nipples stiffen into small peaks beneath my sweater, and I’m more than aware of how wet my panties have become. What the hell has happened to my socially inept botany Professor? He’s usually so quiet, so reserved and so obsessed with his plants, he barely resembles the alpha-male now sitting waiting for me to answer him. I eye the man furtively, my gaze rising over his unblemished skin to his waves of dark hair. Whatever it is that has happened to Professor Neil, I like it. “Miss Kellam?” I leap at the sound of his voice, my heart racing out of control at his impatient tone. “The book?” he repeats in a curt tone. I move, skipping back to my original place to collect the thick, hardback version I had attempted earlier. Grabbing it, I head back to where he waits, presenting it to him like a naughty school girl awaiting her headmaster’s verdict. “Good,” he replies, smiling at my response. I know he’s patronizing me, and a part of me despises his tone, but the weight of my arousal is so great that I ignore it. The professor is toying with me, and for some reason I freaking love it. “Well done, Miss Kellam,” he says. “You’re going to need the book, not me, so I suggest you keep it.” “Okay,” I whisper, gripping the leather cover between my fingers. I shift my weight, watching him watching me, as my heart pounds inside my chest. “Where should I read, Professor?” Neil’s eyes narrow, his gaze rising up the length of my body until it meets mine. “I have found that certain ladies increase their focus once they’re over my lap, Miss Kellam.” And there it is. He says the words so casually, as though he’s reading a shopping list, and it takes me a few seconds to register their meaning. Over his lap? My eyes widen as the term resonates. I’m shocked, aghast at his suggestion. Why would I be over the lap of one of my lecturers? And yet, as the anger washes over me, there is something else. The simmering need his dominant display has brought out in me begins to burgeon, threatening to boil over, and something about the idea of being over his lap makes it peak. “Your lap?” I say, my voice sounding distant to my own ears. “W-why would they be over your lap?” I know the answer—of course, I do. There is only one logical reason that anyone would be draped over someone’s else’s body. But somehow, I have to hear the words out loud… “Impetus,” he tells me with a smirk, his blue eyes penetrating me with relentless force.
Excerpt from Elise in Wonderland by Sassa Daniels:
Elise had barely made it twenty yards across the parking lot before Ian caught up with her. He took a firm grip of her arm and swung her around toward him. Her deliciously soft, pliable body collided with his hard, muscular frame. Only as she seemed to register how closely he held her did she tense up. Before she could react, to make whatever empty protest her rational mind had thought up, he lowered his mouth to hers. Signaling his intention to possess her, body and soul, he branded her with a scorching kiss. As he pressed his lips insistently against hers, she opened to him. She tasted like the sweetest, most succulent fruit and he knew he would never get enough of her. A groan escaped from somewhere deep inside him as her body melted against his.
This was everything he’d imagined it would be, but he had to put a stop to this before he lost all control and ended up fucking her in the middle of the parking lot. She deserved more respect than that. As he pulled back from her, he couldn’t resist a victorious grin as Elise whimpered at the loss of contact.
“Don’t worry, princess, I’m going to give you what you need,” he said as he cupped her cheek with his hand and ran his thumb over her soft, smooth skin.
“And what is that?” Her tone was challenging, and she seemed to doubt that he knew what she truly desired.
Ian leaned in close to whisper in her ear and could sense the shiver of delight that ran through her.
“I’m going to punish you,” he promised. “I’m going to spank your naughty little ass and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you will never forget you’re mine.”
Excerpt from The Mugged and the Restless by Morganna Williams:
When Lacey ground her slit against his face Jasper pulled away and looked up at her.
“Please…” she begged.
“Naughty girls don’t get to come.” He told her firmly. “Do you know what naughty girls get Lacey?”
She shuddered again as she stared into his eyes. “They get spanked.”
“That’s right, baby.” Jasper pulled her to him so he could whisper against her ear, “They get spanked on their bare bottoms.”
Excerpt from Walking Disaster by Rue Raven:
Grace had hurried home, miserable over her latest disaster. There was only one thing that could make her feel better when she was in this state. She stretched out on her bed and settled back to enjoy a good, hard session of ice-cream eating. This was definitely a double choc moment, with the chocolate chips. It was starting to work its magic when the phone rang.
She reached for the phone, upsetting the ice cream onto the bed. As she grabbed to try to save it she knocked two books, a glass of water and a packet of biscuits off her bedside table. Lunging to grab them, and missing entirely, she knocked the ice-cream onto the floor.
As Grace miserably juggled the flying items, only spreading the disaster further, she heard her answering machine kick in, “Hi, this is Grace, I can’t get to the phone right now so please leave a message….”
“This is Jake Maslin. We met today at work. Twice. I intended to discuss certain matters with you, but you left too early this afternoon for me to speak with you. Please be in my office at nine am sharp on Monday morning, and we will settle a few things then.”
From the terse tone of his voice, it wasn’t going to be a comfortable interview.
Grace huddled on her bed as the double-chocolate slowly melted onto the carpet. Some things are beyond the power of ice-cream.
Excerpt from Of Demons and Nerds by Jack Crosby:
Oh my heavens. As we walked into the convention center, the number of people dressed up in different costumes was absolutely absurd. Grown-ass people dressed up as cartoon characters and other pop culture figures.
And I was one of them.
Derrick was beside himself with happiness. “The creator of The Electric Mile video game will be hosting a Q and A soon. I totally want to check that out.”
I found the sign he was looking at. Video games weren’t my thing so I had no clue who Jack Crosby was. Before I could ask any questions, Derrick’s hand grabbed mine and we were off. He navigated the mass of people like a pro—like a celestial being who’d been around humans way too long.
There was a small line of people walking into the room designated for this little get-together. We walked in with them, taking a seat in the back. At least the lights were out.
The guy presenting wasn’t here yet. Seeing this as an opportunity, my hand snuck over into Derrick’s lap. It didn’t take much to rub his cock into an erection.
“Roxanne, what are you doing?” he asked in a hushed voice.
“Shhhh, just enjoy this while we wait.”
That got him quiet. My hand continued to work until the bulge wasn’t getting any harder. A quick snap of a button and flick of a zipper and Derrick’s cock was out. It was warm, firm, and ready for me to do my work. My slow strokes were just what the doctor ordered; the head of the hard-on mushrooming in my hand. It would only be a matter of time until it exploded white, sticky seed on me.
“Oh momma,” he moaned quietly.
Faster and faster I stroked my own excitement building, too. With nothing in my way, my eyes lit up in excitement as I intently watched it get closer and closer to blowing.
My mouth dove forward as the first drops of cum spurt out, slamming into the back of my throat. Over and over my mouth took in the entire length of his member. I couldn’t get enough of it racing down my throat.
“I’m sorry, but it appears that this session is going to be canceled.” Someone was talking but I didn’t see or care who it was.
What I did hear was people leaving their seats, so I sat up quickly and tried to rearrange Derrick and me so it wasn’t blatantly obvious that I’d just given him a blow job.
Excerpt from The Doctor’s Companion by Katie Douglas:
“The Prezondians are taking all the children of Earth. Look.”
Leanne looked. “Evan!” she shrieked. She tried to step out of the phone box, seemingly ignorant of the concept of gravity, and the Surgeon hauled her back in.
“I have to get to him! He’s my son!”
Then, to the Surgeon’s immense surprise, she kissed him on the lips. It felt good. Sparks of warmth filled his mouth as her firm lips pressed against his. She knew what she was doing. He’d never been with a human woman in her mid-thirties, before, and now he realized what he was missing. She was an incredible kisser.
As the moment spun out, his cock began to grow hard and he groaned. She was showing no signs of stopping. Eventually, but extremely reluctantly, he grasped her shoulders and pushed her away. She stared at him with her mouth open like a baby whose candy just got taken away.
“No. You don’t want this,” he told her.
“Yeah I do!” she replied.
“No, listen, it’s the gas. The Prezondians released gas into the air. Remember? They’re trying to keep everyone distracted. I’ll move Verity onto their ship so we can get to the bottom of all this.”
He went to the console and pressed some buttons. Leanne followed him, and put her hands in the back pockets of his pants. He inhaled sharply and tried to stay focused.
“Are you saying there’s some sort of dangerous, sexy, seductive gas in the air and you still don’t want me?” she asked in a husky but slightly disappointed voice.
“I’m immune. Must be my alien metabolism.” He almost barked his response because she’d moved her hands into his front pants pockets, and now it was difficult to breathe because she was stroking his cock through the thin lining of his pockets.
“Cock. Verity’s not working. The Prezondians must have done something that’s affected her, too. I need to use your wool to fix it.”
“Why do you need the yarn?” She continued stroking through his pockets.
“Are you serious? Some of the best technological developments in the galaxy are made from knitted yarn! There are entire spaceships made out of it with the ability to fold time and space around them.”
She leaned in and nuzzled his neck. “You know, a better answer would have been to tell me you wanted the yarn to tie me up with,” she pouted.
He raised a brow; she was so determined. He smartly grasped her wrists and pulled them out of his pockets. “Maybe I’ll tie you up and spank you when this is all over. Show you what happens to women who can’t take saving the planet seriously.”
Alessa stopped pacing and looked at him, the color of her eyes making him think of the aged whiskey he favored, the look in them delivering the same effective sucker-punch after too much indulgence.
Publisher’s Note: Genre(s) – #Erotic Romance, #BDSM, #Spanking #Miami Masters #HEA If this sort of material offends you, please don’t purchase.
He sat down but she resisted the tug on her hand with an uneasy glance toward the closed door. “But, here? What about your receptionist?” Oh, God, she’d never be able to show her face to the older woman again if she heard what he planned to do.
“Barbara has left for lunch. “We’re alone in the suite. But make no mistake, Alessa. There will be times I’ll tell you to do something with others present and giving up control means you either comply or walk away. Now,” he yanked harder on her hand and sent her sprawling across his lap, “quit stalling. Unless you have a different preference, red will be your ‘stop’ safe word, and if you say it, our agreement ends. Period.”
She didn’t have time to assimilate that remark, or the cold chill she experienced when she thought of walking away from him. Being placed over his hard thighs like a recalcitrant child was hard enough to take in, but then he lifted her skirt and her automatic response was to throw her hands behind her, a futile attempt to preserve a modicum of dignity. “Wait!” she cried in panic over him baring her big butt.
“No.” Sean pushed her hands down. “Grab my leg if you have to, but don’t bring your hands back here again or I’ll swat them as well.”
Why that sounded worse than having her bottom smacked, she didn’t know but didn’t hesitate to grip his muscled calf and brace herself for this humiliation. Her plain white bikini panties came down next and the cool air wafting over her exposed flesh drew a shiver down her bowed spine. With her bare buttocks the only part of her anatomy on display, Alessa had never felt so vulnerable, but the slow caress of his hand over her quivering cheeks soothed her anxiety. His casual, soft exploration worked to loosen her tense muscles even though she still held her breath, waiting for that first slap.
MIAMI MASTERS SERIES:
Bound and Saved, book 1
Master Me, Please, book 2
Mastering Her Fear, book 3
Bound To Submit, book 4
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being a homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
Nick Martin is a champion bull rider, and when he accepts a job managing a farm he is just looking for a paycheck… until he meets Sarah Taylor, the beautiful, headstrong young woman trying to run the place in her injured father’s absence. Though it is obvious almost immediately that Sarah is in way over her head, Nick soon realizes that what she truly needs is not a manager, it is a firm but loving daddy who will not hesitate to take her both in his arms and over his knee.
Over the coming weeks, Nick makes it his business to care not only for the farm, but for Sarah as well, and though she blushes crimson every time her cute little bottom is bared for a spanking, his bold dominance and strict correction arouse her deeply, and it isn’t long before she is learning how intensely pleasurable it can be to surrender her body completely to her daddy.
As Nick and Sarah work to see the farm through the rough winter months, their bond grows stronger each day. But with both of their lives haunted by past tragedies that tore their families apart, can Nick finally find a way to forgive himself and be the daddy his little girl deserves?
USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR KELLY DAWSON loves anything to do with horses, rodeos, and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book – preferably one containing spanking!
Her favorite heroes are sexy, dominant, firm-handed country boys who spoil their women far more than they spank them, and were pretty much born on horseback, being able to ride just about before they could walk.
She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her very own romance novel hero (her husband of 16 years), four kids, a dog, and a cat.
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Charlotte Chapman and Jake Blackwood keep getting thrown together. After twelve years of crushing on the hot businessman she first met as a student at University, Charlotte is more than prepared to see how things progress, but Jake keeps getting cold feet.
When he walks away for the second time, Charlotte decides to explore the BDSM lifestyle that he keeps throwing up as a barrier. But because of a terrible past experience, Jake misinterprets travel journalist Charlotte’s interest and believes she is out to scoop a news story at the expense of him and his newly acquired club.
Can she convince him of the truth or will this be the end of what was beginning to be a beautiful relationship at last?
Publisher’s Note: Graphic scenes and power exchange are a part of this steamy love story. If that is not to your liking, please do not read it.
Charlotte was wondering if her knees would ever be the same again.
She and the rest of the trainee subs had been practicing basic positions, and the foremost of those had been kneeling—kneeling with her back straight and knees apart, with her raised palms resting on her thighs, kneeling with her knees together and her wrists crossed behind her back, kneeling while bent forwards with her forehead pressed to the ground. Standing from kneeling positions, kneeling from standing positions.
Thank the goddesses she had been allowed to take her shoes off and that Micah had been there to help her. Eventually, she was assured, she’d be able to manage all of them easily and unassisted.
Right now, Charlotte was absolutely certain she knew what a piece of origami felt like. She was that origami. People origami. She knew it was possible. She’d lived it!
Desi had once joked to her about a girl at her company who had bent herself up into what Desi had titled the ‘human pretzel position’ while trying to show off her assets to the Blackwood cousins. Yeah, Charlotte was pretty sure that girl had probably taken some pointers from this place. They definitely knew all about human pretzels.
She’d also been given a whole bunch of stretching exercises to practice, twice a day, which apparently would help gain the suppleness and grace required to achieve the necessary precision.
Charlotte reckoned she could probably cancel her gym membership if this panned out, ’cause she sure as heck wasn’t going to need it! Already, her legs felt like overcooked noodles and she just knew her muscles were going to ache like crazy, tomorrow, and probably for longer than that. Jeez, she was glutton for punishment, and this wasn’t exactly the kind she’d had in mind when she undertook this challenge. She was aching and sweaty and, so far, for all the wrong reasons, quite frankly!
When Micah helped her up for the last time that evening, Charlotte only hoped she could manage to leave the building without looking like she was obviously bandy-legged and hobbling as if she was doing an impression of a saddle-sore John Wayne trying to walk through quicksand. The thought of a nice hot bubble bath had never held more appeal.
The following week, she dressed in shiny lycra boy shorts and a comfortable cropped vest top. Sod looking fancy, tonight, she was definitely aiming for comfortable. She just knew they were going to have to demonstrate all those damn kneeling positions again, and she had stretched and practiced, religiously, every single day, in an effort not to look like a complete dork. Of course, she had to use the back of a chair to manage the ups and downs, but hopefully, assistance would still be acceptable at this early stage…and no shoes. She was pretty sure it was impossible with heels, anyway!
And demonstrate, they did. Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief that all her preparations had paid off to some extent. Micah seemed to think so, at least, and he was effusive in his praise.
“Excellent job, Cha-Cha!” He grinned as she attempted her first solo kneel from a standing position and even managed it with a certain amount of grace.
Charlotte felt like a little girl who had just been rewarded with a lollipop, especially when a couple of the other trainees gave her a little clap.
“You’re obviously a natural,” Micah enthused.
Ha! Natural, my ass, Charlotte thought. It was pure hard-work that had gotten her this far, though she chose not to correct the misconception.
Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the ‘self-sufficiency’ lifestyle.
Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.
Poppy’s love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn’t have a television in the house.
“When you’re surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbors, no TV, and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there’s a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless.”
Christmas sucks. No family. No tree. No decorations.
Abigail Montgomery lives for her regular visit to Masked Nights BDSM club. Thanks to her great-aunt’s will, she needs to abandon her spanking lifestyle and find a husband—fast.
Desperate, she advertises for a husband.
Jared Armstrong, a former, Marine, cold-blooded sniper, and occasional Dom, needs $125,000. Without it, Mobsters will murder his family. His solution – marry Abigail for her money.
Jared plans to hunt down the mobsters then reimburse Abigail. Together they face extortion, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder. Along the way, Jared steals Abigail’s heart, but she’d promised him a divorce after two years.
Will Jared walk away? Or can he work some Christmas magic and make their relationship real?
A stand-alone romance and Book One of the Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Trilogy
Rising to his feet, he held out his hand. “Jared Armstrong. Pleased to meet you.”
He towered over her diminutive frame, six-feet-six to her five-feet-four. She studied him a moment, reached out, and shook his hand briefly. “Abigail’s enough for now.”
He sat back in his seat, forcing himself to appear relaxed. “Okay.”
He regretted not pulling her chair out and seating her, but she was a prospective employer, not his date. A good thing too, since she didn’t seem to have an ounce of vanity or dress sense. He sipped at his water and waited for her to speak.
Blushing, she sucked on her lower lip. “This is awkward. Can I ask you some questions?”
He nodded. “I don’t guarantee to answer them, but ask away.”
God, he wished she’d get on with it, but she studied the unopened menu as though her life depended on it. Finally, she lifted her head. “Are you married?”