You cannot resist the King’s Command!

Presenting The King’s Vice by Felicity Brandon. This story is found only in the Anthology, Six of Best British Spankings.

51QmZ3Y2dGLSix SCORCHING stories from USA Today and number 1 bestselling British authors! This is the 100% British historical anthology you’ve been waiting for. So, grab a cup of tea and make sure the smelling salts are to hand, then settle in as our heroines re-write the rules and earn SIX OF THE BEST for their outrageous antics. This dance across history sweeps from the Restoration to Victorian times and will leave you panting almost as much as our naughty ladies.

Publisher’s note: These stories are HOT. Hotter than an oven full of muffins in a well-known British cake show. Domestic discipline and other indoor sports feature heavily in them, so if that’s not your cup of tea, this is probably not the set for you. Don’t say we didn’t warn you!

The King’s Vice by Felicity Brandon

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“How utterly beguiling… Yet now we come to the truly tantalizing part. Now we reveal just how much mettle the lady has. Will you yield to me further this night, or will you refuse me?”

“Yield as you have yielded,” he tells me, his brown eyes dancing as he watches my expression. “And then, when you are certain that it is not possible, you will yield to me further.”

He is the devil in disguise, a debauch and beguiling demon, sent forth to worship and corrupt me. The thought makes me smile, in spite of my shame on the subject.

I want him to kiss me, to claim me, to own me. I desire it in a way I have no right to do. I demand it.

This is a perilous game and one which I am almost certain to lose. If I play badly, then I risk upsetting him and my family will bear the brunt of my failure. Yet if I win – ah, if I win – I could lose something far more precious than even wealth or my reputation; I could lose my heart.

The King wants to spank me, and I know it will hurt, but worse still, I find that I wholeheartedly welcome it. I need his touch – I need the sensation – and I need to find that euphoria he had delivered after the pain yesterday.

First Meeting!

You are most welcome here in my court, Lady Jane,” he purrs, his eyes devouring the cut of my bodice, and rising north over my throat and mouth.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” I whisper, my words barely audible over the sound of my racing heart.

He smiles, the sort of expression which could melt through the bitter English snow. “I hope I’ll be seeing a lot more of you in the coming weeks.”

I risk a glance at him, and for just the briefest moment our eyes lock. He smolders at me, those large brown eyes conveying the message he wants to deliver. And I hear it.

Every. Single. Word.

Whew! That is hot, isn’t it?

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Another hot Daryl Devore book! Lets take a look!

Arianne’s just a regular girl pushed into a corner and desperately looking for a way out!

Today we are looking at Daryl Devore’s new book Two O’clock with the Billionaire. Sounds yummy, right? Let’s have a peek.

Where Derek Davenport is concerned, women only have one thing in mind: trap him into a marriage. The perfect way out? Hire a courtesan. While partying with his buddies he places an online ad that reads – Woman Wanted.

Unemployed and nearing financial desperation, Arianne is forced to step out of her comfort zone and answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With minimal hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to a handsome billionaire.

Their sexual antics cause emotions neither is willing to admit too. Will Arianne and Derek drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title A Kept Woman

Warning! The heat level of 4 hot peppers!

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Here’s a little excerpt

Arianne burst into her apartment, brushed past her roommate, threw her keys onto the coffee table and plopped onto her couch. “Men!”

Taylor looked up. “Me excluded, of course.

“Straight men. There, is that better?”

“Well, I can commiserate with that. I quite often find straight men difficult.” He glanced at the floor. “Some of them can be so cruel.”

She pulled out her hair tie and shook her shoulder-length hair free. “I hate my life.” After a deep depressed sigh, she snatched up Taylor’s copy of the LGBT Community News. Wanting nothing more than a moment’s distraction, she randomly flipped through it.

Taylor paused in keying in his text. “Now this sounds serious.”

“It’s been two months and I still can’t find a job.”

“Then why are you annoyed with the straight men?”

“Because some man caused the downturn and made it difficult for people to buy stuff and now I don’t have a job.” Unsuccessfully tossing the paper across the room, it fluttered to the carpet near her feet. “And to top it off, Kyle broke up with me. He suddenly woke up and found that he’s in a different place and I don’t belong there with him. Whatever the hell that means.”

“This is where—”

“And, I’m living a stereotype. I’m like in one of those sitcoms. A straight girl lives with the gay guy. Hell, I can’t even screw you ‘cause we like the same thing – men! Except, I hate men!”

When her ranting subsided, Taylor tried again. “This is where I get practical and ask, you do have some money saved up, right?”

Arianne shook her head.

“How can you be employed for two years and not have saved anything?”

“Well, I had to pay off my college loan.”

“Not to mention a new pair of shoes every other week. So how much do you have or do I have to start looking for a new rent-paying roommate?”

“I’m broke. I was sort of hoping to move in with Kyle while I hunted for something.”

“I love you dearly Arianne, but I can’t afford the rent on my own. And I cannot afford to feed you. Guess I start looking for a paying roommate. Or you could beg a loan off mommy and daddy.” Arianne sighed. Taylor pointed at her phone. “Keep looking for a job.”

Arianne glanced at one of the newspaper pages. “Oh, look. The personal ads. And here’s a job for me. Woman wanted. Apply to e-box twenty-four. I’m a woman. So I’m qualified for that one. Was that a little sarcastic?”

Some fun info about Daryl

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.

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Today, please welcome popular author, Ashe Barker!

“You are delightful company and absolutely beautiful. You take my breath away. I really should tell you now, if I can find any way to convince you to remain with me tonight, I will do so.”

It’s my pleasure  today to highlight Ashe Barker and her new book,

ROUGH DIAMONDS!

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Christa Barnes is baffled when the man of her dreams – or should that be her wildest fantasies? – turns up at her sleepy little flower shop and insists she has something he would like to purchase. But Johan Klaas is an international diamond dealer and he is not remotely interested in acquiring a bunch of geraniums, preferring instead to discuss gemstones.

Christa’s next unexpected caller is a motorcycle courier clad in black leather and bearing a package for her. She opens it, expecting the latest seed catalog, and finds instead a fortune in uncut diamonds and a note.

For Services Rendered. See what you can make of these.

Johan Klaas works at the heart of the global diamond trade based in Antwerp, and he agrees to use his contacts and knowledge to help trace the origins of these particular stones. For a price.

As the relationship between Christa and Johan deepens, so does her understanding of the way in which a natural, artless act of kindness years before can start an amazing chain of events.

This book was previously released with a different cover. The story includes sexual scenes and BDSM, and is intended for audiences of 18 and over.

Let’s take a peek at an excerpt from Ashe’s exciting story!

Anniversary, probably. Or an apology.

From her vantage point in the storeroom, Christa eyed the customer entering her small shop. Tall, rather better attired than many of the clients who would pop in to grab a bunch of daffodils or a spray of geraniums, the blond-haired stranger paused to peruse a display of bright orange and red marigolds. The arrangement was in celebration of Halloween, not a particularly lucrative festival for a florist as a rule, but Christa took the view that every little bit helps. The man did not select a bouquet, though. Instead, he abandoned the bright array to pick his cautious way through the clutter of scented blooms and approach her counter. He was careful to avoid brushing against her stock, which Christa appreciated. Flowers are delicate creatures, fragile; they do not respond well to careless handling. Not unlike me, she thought, as she stepped out into her shop to greet him.

Christa wiped her damp fingers down the green cotton of her apron and smiled a polite welcome at the man. He was really very attractive, she acknowledged. She might even go so far as to describe him as stunning. The woman on the receiving end of his floral generosity was lucky, indeed.

The object of her attention wore an expensive dark grey overcoat, which did little to conceal the perfection of the tailored black suit and pristine white shirt beneath. His tie was a subtle mix of reds and purples, which put her in mind of moorland heathers, and the brilliant sheen of his black leather shoes had caught her eye as he came through her door. He carried a dark brown briefcase, the small attaché type, and his horn-rimmed glasses gave him an air of wisdom and experience, though he could not have been much more than thirty. Thirty-five at the most. Dark brown and just slightly wavy hair reached almost to his crisp collar but was expertly styled to ensure it lay smooth and neat against his neck. It was, in Christa’s opinion, just the right length.

She had a thing about grooming, though rarely indulged in much of it herself. There wasn’t much call for cut and blow dries in her line of work, still fewer manicures or eyelash tinting. Even so, she liked her men to be neat and well turned out – not that this man was hers in any but a business sense, and only then if she could manage to part him from some cash in exchange for a bunch of pretty blooms. He reeked of money, and class, and was just the sort of client she liked to cultivate. She hoped his wife had the good sense to properly appreciate an artfully-crafted bouquet.

“How can I help you?” Christa raised her eyebrows, expectantly. She was taking mental bets on the occasion to be marked, a private game she liked to play, and her money was on an anniversary. She was already mentally appraising her stock of red roses.

“Good morning.” He bowed his head slightly. “I believe you may have items I would like to purchase.”

He had an accent. It was slight, but definitely there. His English, so far, was perfect, though. Christa wondered where he was from.

“Of course. What do you have in mind? Is it for a special occasion, perhaps?” Some customers needed advice on what was appropriate. Christa was always happy to oblige.

“Occasion?” He stressed the first syllable. It sounded divine.

“The flowers? Are they for a special occasion? A birthday, perhaps?”

“Flowers? No, I do not wish to purchase flowers.”

“I see.” Perhaps he had something else in mind. A pot plant, possibly, or maybe just a card. Beyond, that his choices here were limited. “What are you looking for, then? I do have some lovely winter-flowering cyclamen in just now…”

He shook his head and bestowed a slight smile on her. “I am sure they are all quite beautiful, but no. I do not require flowers or plants, thank you. I desire diamonds.”

Christa huffed out a wry snort. “You and me both, sir. I’m sorry, but you need a jewelers’ for that.”

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About Ashe Barker

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

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Today I’m giving you a peek at Brandi Evans new book!

Every girl has her breaking point and Raven is no different.

New from Brandi Evans, book 2 of the Restrained Fantasies series,

READING HIS SUBMISSIVE

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Raven:

I’ve spent my life depending on one person: myself. I’ve learned the hard way other people will only let me down. I’ve worked for everything I have, but thanks to my drug-addicted mother, I’m about to lose the one thing I’ve craved for years.

Carter:

I can’t sit by while Raven, a recurring figure in my fantasies, is in trouble. She gets under my skin in ways I can’t fight, but emotions are dangerous. I learned that the hard way.  Is getting close to Raven a mistake?

Publisher’s Note: This romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, BDSM, sensual scenes, romance and adult language. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

 

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Here is an exciting excerpt from the author:

“Hey, Raven, wait up!” Someone forced their arm through the sliding doors and kept them from closing. When they opened again, she found herself staring at the handsome face of Carter Burkes. And her libido jumped to immediate attention; it usually did when he was around.

The sexy cop might be close to ten years her senior, but he wore his age like a badge of honor. Defined biceps and triceps bulged from the sleeves of his black T-shirt. The cotton stretched over his trim torso in all the right places, and his leather pants did little to cover the contour of muscular legs she’d admired more than once in the club.

A few strands of gray decorated the hair at his temples; otherwise, the perfectly messy brown locks appeared thick and lush. More than once, she’d had to squash the temptation to bury her fingers into the strands just to see if they were as soft as she’d imagined.

A day’s worth of growth covered his cheeks and square jawline. And damn those dimples. Why’d they have to amp his fuckability to stupid levels? Didn’t she have enough shit to worry about?

Carter did a double-take.

Raven stepped into the dungeon anxious out of her mind. She stood with her arms crossed, her spine as rigid as the stone walls surrounding them. She was fidgety too, both hands and feet as if she were fighting the urge to run, and her soulful eyes were dark, pupils wide, and swimming with fear. None of her anxiety, however, affected him more potently than the sight of her decked out in full bondage gear.

Be still his throbbing dick.

A blood-red corset wrapped her torso, accentuating her curvy figure and lifting her breasts to a point where they commanded absolute respect and undivided attention. On her feet, she wore a pair of black combat boots with a flair of decoration; sexy leather-and-rivet straps wrapped the ankle. Talk about submissive perfection.

It was the parts between the corset and the boots, however, which drove him to the outer edges of sanity. A cutoff jean skirt showed off thick, powerful legs wrapped in wide fishnet stockings. The ensemble played with his mind, and the black four-poster bed behind her only added to the picture.

She was a fucking powerhouse. What would those strong legs feel like locked around his waist as he rammed into her? The mere thought had his cock swelling to full attention behind the zipper of his leathers.

This would be an agonizingly long class.

Adjusting himself before taking a step, his boots soft against the tile floor, Carter went to her. “Wow. Just… wow. You look positively edible.”

A smile broke through her obvious discomfort. “Thanks. Viv took me shopping. I wasn’t sure I could pull this off, but she insisted.”

“And I’m so very glad she did.” He made a twirl-for-me motion with his index finger. “Turn. I want to see the back.”

She hesitated a few heartbeats before complying, and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from groaning. He’d always admired her ass when she’d been behind the relative safety of the bar. He’d ordered many a drink for the sole purpose of making her squat and stretch to reach seldom-used bottles of alcohol, putting her round ass on full display, but now, no bar stood between them, just a small swath of skin-tight denim.

“I’m going to touch you,” he said matter-of-factly as he stepped around her and stood toe-to-toe. “Before anyone gets here, so you can, at least, feel a little more comfortable with me and your role in class.”

Yeah, comfort was the reason he wanted to touch her.

What a yummy excerpt! If you’d like to know more about Brandi, here is a bio on her and some links to check out. 

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Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that’s way more interesting than the truth!

n reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.

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Welcome back, Felicity Brandon!

Assume the position and prepare for Six of the Best!

Six SCORCHING stories from USA Today and number 1 bestselling British authors! This is the 100% British historical anthology you’ve been waiting for. So, grab a cup of tea and make sure the smelling salts are to hand, then settle in as our heroines re-write the rules and earn SIX OF THE BEST for their outrageous antics. This dance across history sweeps from the Restoration to Victorian times and will leave you panting almost as much as our naughty ladies.

Publisher’s note: These stories are HOT. Hotter than an oven full of muffins in a well-known British cake show. Domestic discipline and other indoor sports feature heavily in them, so if that’s not your cup of tea, this is probably not the set for you. Don’t say we didn’t warn you!

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The King’s Vice by Felicity Brandon

 

Today I’d like to welcome back best selling author Felicity Brandon with her new story, The King’s Vice. Felicity is a #1 international bestseller of erotic spanking romance.

She’s been reading and writing for many years, and loves to delve into the psychological intensity of sexual submission. She has written erotic titles in contemporary, historical and fantasy genres.

Let’s have a delicious snippet!

One stride and he is right against me, his breath hot over my face, laced with the expensive wine we consumed earlier in the evening. “Yes, Lady Jane,” he answers. “This is where you shall be bared and spanked.”

Bared? I know my eyes widen at the word. “I am to be bared, Your Majesty?” I say, forcing the words from my mouth in a rush of anxious excitement. “All of me?”

He breaks into a low laugh. “There is a choice,” he replies, pushing my shoulders gently downwards, so that my bottom falls to the soft bedding below me. Now he towers over me, and as I raise my head to see him, my eyes meet his groin. I still at the sudden proximity to the place I know conceals His Majesty’s passion, my gaze lingering longer than it has right to, before rising slowly to meet his delicious brown eyes. His grin widens, acknowledging the brazen nature of my thoughts, and unbelievably I blush again, grateful for the shadows which may just hide my shame.

“A choice, Your Majesty?” I manage, my chest rising and falling faster with each passing moment.

He lowers himself in front of me, so that our eyes are at the same level. “A choice,” he agrees, pressing himself forward over my body. I gasp as he shifts his weight, his dexterity taking me by surprise. The sudden appearance of his face forces me backwards, and I find myself pinioned beneath his body, my legs splayed awkwardly under the skirts of my gown.

“There is always a choice, Lady Jane,” he murmurs, the strands of his dark curls hanging about my face.

I bite my lip, confusion and arousal at my change of circumstances, combined with my restricting bodice making it hard to breath. “What is the choice, Your Majesty?” I gasp.

The smile on his face is sin itself, and in this moment, I know that I have walked straight into his trap, although whether I have done so willingly or not is not even clear to me. “You can either be upturned over my knee, your skirts hoisted high over your back so that your delicious bottom is exposed to my palm, or…” He pauses, angling the weight of his stare over my face.

My mind, filled with the image he has just painted of me, reels at the silence. Is he expecting me to reply? What is the etiquette for such moments?

His expression shifts into a low chuckle as he appraises whatever constitutes my expression at this moment, and fortunately he once again takes pity on me, his humble servant. “Or, you can be stripped entirely.”

This time I cannot conceal the audible gasp which escapes from my lips. “Entirely, Your Majesty?” I repeat, as though surely his words cannot be real. Although of course I know them to be true, having only just left four naked ladies in the prior room.

“Yes, dear Jane,” he muses from over me. “A lady can only truly be admired in her own, natural form.”

I contemplate him, this man—my monarch—who has captured me so easily into his delicious game. “No one has ever seen me bare, Your Majesty,” I whisper, the words an admission of my innocence—a fact I have already articulated.

He nods. “I know,” he replies. “And I assume that until this night no man has ever claimed your sweet mouth, spoken to you of such lewd subjects, or pinned you against his bed?”

His brow rises as he speaks, the small gesture releasing a flood of moisture from between my legs. I am not absolutely clear what it is about him which is so alluring, but he most certainly has it. Yes, he is the King, and yet it is so much more than that. He is the devil in disguise, a debauch and beguiling demon, sent forth to worship and corrupt me. The thought makes me smile, in spite of my shame on the subject.

“You’re correct, Your Majesty,” I say with a small nod. “You are the first, on all counts.”

Smiling at the acknowledgment, he lowers his face into mine. Those full lips graze my mouth, parting my lips in an instant as my eyes slip shut. I want him to kiss me, to claim me, to own me. I desire it in a way I have no right to do. I demand it.

 

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Huge welcome to BJ Wane!

Today I’d like to welcome bestselling author BJ Wane with her new release from January entitled MASTERING HER FEAR.

Six years after leaving home,  Julie returns to Jackson Davenport a broken woman, unable to cope with the nightmare that changed her life forever. When he discovers her penchant for cutting herself to deal with the fear, he shows her a new side of him she’s never seen before, and a new way to get through the darkness that continues to plague her.

Even though Julie embraces Jackson’s dominant sexuality and the way his painful ministrations work much better at calming her fears, the truth of what happened the night her two friends were murdered stands between them. Will she be able to set aside her guilt to tell him the entire truth, or will she once again lose the only person who can complete her?

Publisher’s Note: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange and explicit scenes. While it is the third title in the Miami Masters series, it can be enjoyed as a standalone.

 

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Tasty Excerpt for you to enjoy!

Rounding the corner, Julie saw a small red barn across the sweeping lawn and started that way until her pulse leaped from the low but recognizable voice coming from behind the kennels.  Drawing a deep breath to steady her nerves, she walked to the back then stopped short, her heart stuttering at seeing Jackson again for the first time in six years. The old cliché about how a woman could get turned on from eyeing a hot man wearing a tool belt or Stetson pulled low over a rugged face never mentioned the instant, cream-your-jeans effect of seeing a tall, muscular man crooning to a small puppy held with care in his large hand.  The sun picked up hints of red in his dark, mahogany hair curling around his nape, one sweat-dampened lock falling across his forehead. Not since the night he’d left her with her lips throbbing and her girly parts tingling from his first and only kiss had she been so affected by a man.

Then Jackson raised his head and pinned her in place with those dark blue eyes.  The urge to run and throw herself at him threatened Julie’s composure, forcing her to fist her hands until her nails gouged her palms.  The sharp pain kept her grounded in place. She could no longer expect him to catch her and hold her tight.

“Hello, Jackson.”

Bj Wane

A little about BJ Wane!

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.

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Today Ashe Barker is joining me on my blog with her new book,

                                     CONQUERED BY THE VIKING!

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Eighteen-year-old orphan Merewyn has seen enough of Vikings to know she hates them, so she is furious when a band of shipwrecked Norsemen forces their way into her home. Despite her best efforts to drive them away, their leader makes it clear they intend to stay for the winter. To her surprise, he also takes an interest in her well-being, and when Merewyn attempts to run off and fend for herself the battle-hardened warrior strips her bare for a painful, humiliating switching.

Despite his willingness to chastise her so shamefully, Merewyn cannot deny that these men are not the savage barbarians she expected, and she does not object when the huge, handsome brute who so recently punished her takes her in his arms and claims her hard and thoroughly. As the weeks pass, Merewyn’s uninvited guest masters both her body and her heart ever more completely, but does he plan to truly make her his or will she be left behind when he sails home?

Publisher’s Note: Conquered by the Viking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Spanky Excerpt

I require you to remain still, in that exact position, until I tell you that you may move. Is that quite clear?”

“Y-yes, yes, I understand.”

“Then you may tell me when you are ready for me to start.”

She closed her eyes and flattened her lips against her teeth. Mathios selected a switch from the bucket where several had been prepared and left to soak for his use. He examined the slender branch and was satisfied it would meet his requirements admirably. Olav had done well. He shook the droplets of water from the smooth branch and cast an appreciative glance over Merewyn’s upturned, clenching buttocks as he did so. His little Celt really did have the most delightful arse, made for spanking.

“Merewyn? Are you ready?”

She managed a swift nod and tightened her death-like grip on the post.

The first stroke was relatively light, but still she let out a sharp hiss and went up on her toes. He had known she would. Mathios allowed her a few seconds to regather her senses before he laid the next stripe across her other cheek. Two pretty, crimson streaks now adorned her creamy flesh.

The next half dozen or so were delivered in rapid succession. Merewyn jerked and cried out with each one, but she held her position perfectly. He was proud of her resilience. Now it was time to become serious.

Mathios applied more weight as he continued to strike her perfect, peachy arse with the switch. The branch became frayed so he discarded it and selected a fresh one. Merewyn groaned, she was sobbing now, her cries more shrill as each spank fell. Red wheals crisscrossed her buttocks and he paused to lay his palm over them. The flesh was already starting to swell, he felt the heat rising from her punished skin. He curled his fingers to press harder and she cried out.

“Please, do not…”

“I will touch you as I see fit during your punishment. Your body is mine, to do with as I please.”

There was no further protest from Merewyn. He caressed her bottom, his touch gentle. He continued until she stopped wriggling and remained motionless under his hand. It did not escape his notice either that her pretty cunny glistened with her juices. He had no doubt at all that he was hurting her, but her arousal was undeniable. Such were the vagaries of feminine sensuality, and Mathios for one had no complaints.

More about Ashe Barker

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend color, detail, and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days – her time is divided between her role as a taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises, and a very grumpy cockatiel.

At the last count, Ashe had around seventy titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

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Felicity Brandon presents Goldie’s Surrender. An adult fairy tale!

                                           What if the fairy tale is real?

 We all remember the story of Goldilocks, the young woman who stumbles across the three bears’ humble abode while wandering through the woods. You’d always thought the story was make-believe, designed to entertain small children, but what if I told you that you were wrong?
Goldie Locks is very real, a spoiled young woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and indulgence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. But little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods and what they will do when they find her asleep in their home…
In this intensely erotic tale, beautiful, headstrong Goldie is left blushing crimson as she is sternly punished and thoroughly claimed by the three strict, ruggedly handsome owners of the cottage in which she foolishly dared to trespass. To Goldie’s surprise, the bold dominance of her captors arouses her deeply, but will she run for her life when their shocking secret is finally revealed?

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

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I am on my feet again in seconds, anxiety ricocheting through my body. “Move out of my way!” I demand, my hands subconsciously landing on my hips. “I don’t know who you are, but you have no right to keep me here!”

He laughs gently at my words. “Oh, really?” His voice is soft and taunting, and I notice that one of his dark eyebrows rises into an unforgiving arch. “I am the master of this house, and as such, I would say I have every right to do so. You are the girl who has come here without my knowledge, entered without consent, and caused quite some trouble in the process.”

I find myself biting my lip at his accusations, an annoying habit that I have not fallen afoul of for years. “How dare you!” I cry out, my arms folding in front of my chest. “What are you saying? That I broke into your cottage?” Rage fumes within me, and I am barely able to contain it.

He leans against the edge of the bedpost, watching me with interest. “Precisely,” he replies with a smile.

“What?” I cry again, adamantly. “I’m no burglar!”

His expression changes and I can see that my tone has shocked him. A flicker of fear resonates through me as I realize I have angered the beast, yet the old indignation resurfaces almost at once. He takes a step toward me, and despite my temper, I flinch, jumping back to avoid his presence.

“Who are you?” he asks me flatly.

I purse my lips, knowing that I am pouting as I reply. “It is none of your business who I am, now let me out!”

With that I run at him, startling him with my agile reflexes. I make it past him, my heart pounding within my chest as I move, but I feel a large palm at my left wrist, and he catches me with ease. I turn, screaming at him as I struggle against his iron grip. “Let me go!” I shout, “let me go! You have no right to keep me here!”

“Settle down, girl!” he says, his tone unwavering as he holds me in place.

“I am no girl!” I screech, bringing my right fist smashing down against his torso. I had meant to target his chest, and yet he’s so tall that I barely even reach it.

He grabs the offending wrist in a heartbeat, looking down at me with a smile. “My, my, you are quite the unruly imp, aren’t you?”

I shriek in defiance, stamping my foot down on the floorboards below me.

“Settle down, or I will be forced to make you settle.” His warning is soft, but I recognize the threat nonetheless.

“Y-you… You can’t!” I stammer.

“I can,” comes the reply. “This is my house, and my rules are the law here. You came without permission and took what you wanted without consideration. Now, tell me, who are you?” His tone is so low, that it’s almost a growl and for one long moment, I look up into his face. I am utterly terrified, but refuse to let this brute see it.

“I will not!” I snap, ceasing to struggle in his large hands, but turning my face away from his insistent gaze.

“Good grief, Logan!” A voice from the doorway sends my heart spiraling back into a frenzy once more. “It seems our little burglar is quite the petulant one!”

I twist to my right, seeing yet another giant looming over me. This one doesn’t seem quite as tall as the one who still holds me steadfast in his hands, and his blond locks are quite in contrast to the first.

“She is indeed!” comes the hearty response of the dark-haired one. What had he called him? Logan? “Quite the high-spirited girl!”

“I am not a girl,” I cry again. “I’m a rich, smart woman, and I will be missed!”

I blink at them both for a second, cursing the note I’d left for Harry. He’ll think I’m sunning myself in California by now. He won’t even be worrying about my absence.

The blond one moves in behind me, and although he stops just short of touching me, I cannot help but gasp at the sudden and close proximity. Now they both tower over me. I am completely helpless, and although I know it, the thought makes me wild with resentment.

“You are an intruder in this cottage.” It’s the blond one talking again, yet I cannot bring myself to turn and look upon him. “Nothing more, and nothing less. Whoever you are, you should be thoroughly punished for your deeds.”

Punished? Punished? The rage in me contracts, tightening until I can barely take a breath. “You shall do no such thing!” I spit at the dark-haired one. “No one has ever punished me!”

“Then,” says Logan, his tone quiet and contemplative, “perhaps someone should have…

                                             A little about Felicity

Felicity Brandon is a #1 international bestseller of erotic spanking romance.

She’s been reading and writing for many years, and loves to delve into the psychological intensity of sexual submission. She has written erotic titles in contemporary, historical and fantasy genres.

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Welcome, Vanessa Brooks!

This strong-willed aristocratic bride is no match for her determined American husband. This new Victorian romance is sizzling with action as John and Linnett strike sparks off each other in Her Match, Her Mate, Her Master!

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. A shrewd, rugged American colonial meets a beautiful spoiled
aristocratic Lady.
. An epic tale which begins in Georgian England and travels across
the wide Atlantic Ocean to the Americas.
. A couple mismatched?
. Yes.
. But are they attracted to one another?
. Oh yes.
. An adventure that begins with a tempestuous honeymoon and
ends with a shipwreck and a Lady kidnapped by natives.
. Does this story end well?
. I am not telling, read it for yourself and find out!
. But most of all buckle up and enjoy this rollercoaster ride!
Let’s enjoy a lovely excerpt from this delicious book.
She pulled the rug up under her chin, staring warily over it with narrowed eyes while failing to repress her shivering.
“Now what is the matter?” he asked. “Look, as much as I would like to put you over my knee and spank you soundly, which incidentally, you do very much deserve, I think we must concentrate on getting you warm, if not dry before you catch your death from cold. Just look how wet you are!” He grabbed the blanket and pulled it away from her. “Come now, there’s a good girl, let’s get you as dry as we can,” he coaxed.
He’d intended to rub her briskly with the blanket, but when he stretched out his hand, she whipped forward and sunk her teeth deep into his wrist, drawing blood.
“Yee-ouch! Why you spiteful baggage! I have a mind to–you’ve been asking for this you little brat and that piece of foolishness has decided it. I’m going to warm you up properly!”
Provoked beyond endurance and recalling her vicious attack upon him earlier in the evening, not to mention her ill-mannered behavior over the past few days, John hauled Linnet across his knee, determined to teach her a much-needed lesson in manners.  Raising his arm he proceeded to spank her with emphasis. 
Her head was smothered in the wet wool rug, which hampered her struggles and muffles her cries. She still managed to sink her sharp teeth into his thigh, although the blanket took the worst of the bite, and he jumped and gritted his teeth. Compelled to teach the English harridan a lesson she’d not soon forget, he renewed his vigorous chastisement of her backside.
A little bit about Vanessa
Internation bestselling author Vanessa Brooks lives in Sussex, England. She has a lifelong love of history, most especially English and American. She has written a couple of western tales, one notably for the Red Petticoat series which was such a huge success in America.  Her Georgian series, Masterful Husbands, set in the 1700s has also proved highly successful on both sides of the Atlantic.
Vanessa’s novels are generally historically based; she has a knack for bringing an authenticity to the era in which her novels are set. Vanessa carefully researches each time period and strives to ensure that any historical facts she uses are correct.
More importantly, she likes to write an entertaining book for her readers to enjoy.  She includes passion, adventure, romance, and domestic discipline, de rigueur, within the eras of her popular novels.
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A big welcome to Daryl Devore!

The legend of Robin Hood and Maid Marian with a twenty-first-century twist! 

If you love hot, billionaire romances, then Two Truths and a Lie is a must-read for you.

From the author of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy, multi-published, hot romance author Daryl Devoré’s latest book revolves around deceit, betrayal, passion and the theft of a multi-million-dollar, rare, red diamond.

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As if multiple planes crashes, a car accident, and a concussion isn’t enough, carefree Byn and straight-laced billionaire, Mark clash over Byn’s need for independence and Mark’s struggle with guilt pushing him in the opposite direction of love. When an art forger, an art thief and a ninety-year-old woman get involved the chance for true love for Byn and Mark fades.

All is lost until a children’s game is their only hope.

Please enjoy Daryl’s excerpt below

All I had to do was steal a rare, red diamond. How hard could that be?

I followed the others into the Whittle Bus, took a seat and turned to look out the window. I didn’t want a seat buddy. I didn’t want a BFF – someone to giggle and bond with. I had a job to do. I had to keep my focus.

Especially if I wanted to live.

I stared blankly out the window, not seeing the city shift to the countryside. Music blared from the bus’s sound system. The driver turned the radio on an All 80s channel. Trying to block the music, I reviewed my evening. First, act like a meek female, not too competent or intelligent who doesn’t speak English fluently. Second, pretend to be an acceptable server and deliver drinks to thirsty, rich people. Third, steal the red diamond.

Simple enough.

I didn’t want the gem. Hmph, who was I kidding? I’d love to own it. But, a job’s a job. I’d been commissioned to steal and deliver it to a secure box. And that’s exactly what I intended to do. I’d planned this job for several weeks, if not months. Finally, the right opportunity presented itself and here I was sitting on a bus listening to You Spin Me Round, dressed like a French maid. So unbelievably annoying. The skirt barely covered the bend in my butt. Every time I tugged at the skirt, my boobs started to pop out of the top. Not that there was a lot of boob to pop out. I seemed to be missing the greatly endowed gene. I stifled the fantasy of putting my fingers around the neck of the old pervert that demanded we wear these ridiculous outfits. And gloves. We all had to wear white gloves. Who does that?

I’m guessing the host of the party didn’t want us mere peasants touching anything, leaving our filthy germs which he might pick up and then die of some horrible flesh-eating disease. Hey, a person can dream.

But on the bright side, the gloves played right into my hand, so to speak. I didn’t have to figure out how to conceal a pair of latex gloves. I’d wear these white monstrosities, steal the red diamond and not leave a fingerprint in the whole house.

The bus slowed, passed through the open gates then drove around to the back of a large manor house. I’ll admit the house wasn’t as big as the one in Downton Abbey, but it was still impressive. A red stone house with several floors, lots of windows and partially covered in ivy. The land around it extended for acres in every direction. I’d already done my research on the place. I knew every inch of the outside and inside. I had escape routes planned. Although, I had no intention of needing them. I was confident I was leaving the same way as I’d arrived – on this bus.

I knew where I could hide in the house if needed. And I had a backup plan to my backup plan. Several people had been paid hefty fees to watch my back. This gem was as good as stolen.

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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 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.

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