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I love to read and write those fun, spicey, and interesting romances of all kinds that leave you wanting more at the end. That ah factor can't be overrated! My stories have strong alpha males and feisty heroines who usually end up together for a happy ever after. You can find me in all kinds of links using my link tree! Come join me in the golden glow of romance. https://linktr.ee/brandygolden

Welcome, Vanessa Brooks!

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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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Sales Blurb:
. 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.
You can also find Vanessa at these locations

A big welcome to Daryl Devore!

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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.

Bio and Social Media Links

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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Welcome, Tabitha Black!

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Disobey Sir Simeon’s rules at your own peril……

After finally finishing her degree, Shanna is rewarding herself with a holiday at Sir Simeon’s exclusive lifestyle resort, Nox Oasis. She can’t wait to finally experience some of the kinky things she’s only ever read about. 

 All work and no play is making Cavill frustrated but he takes his job as dungeon monitor very seriously. So when he’s forced to rescue a new guest from unwelcome advances, the last thing on his mind is to take her for himself. 

 But lust can so easily turn into more, and Shanna is irresistible. 

 Meanwhile, Sir Simeon has discovered the deception of two of his favorite employees and the consequences could be devastating… 

Publisher’s Note: This steamy romance includes elements of power exchange. While it can be enjoyed as a standalone, we recommend also reading book one: Restraint.

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How about a delicious teasing excerpt?

So this is it. Sir Simeon’s kinky amusement park. I wonder what the next two weeks will bring? Anticipation made Shanna’s heart pound as she walked along the white pebbled pathway which ran between several signposts and small buildings. Various signs fired her imagination along the way; ‘The Wet Room,’ ‘The Clinic,’ ‘The Sorey Hole,’ ‘The de Sade Experience.’ Deciding to definitely explore that one—which was set up like a ghost train—at a later time, she instead followed an arrow to ‘The Little Turret.’ The building was like a perfect miniature version of a medieval castle turret, and her heart only began to beat faster as she walked along the small, fake drawbridge which led between the crenelated grey walls which cordoned this building off from the rest of the park.

The moment she pushed open the door, she could hear it: a rhythmic smacking sound, punctuated with howls, cries and promises to be good.

Shanna hesitated. There were obviously people playing inside, and as much as she wanted to take a peek, she didn’t want to disturb anyone. Then again, if they didn’t want to be disturbed, guests could always play in the privacy of their private suite, couldn’t they?

A little bit about Tabitha…..

USA Today bestselling author Tabitha Black has been writing erotic spanking fiction for over twelve years, mostly in the age-play and historical genres. More recently, she’s discovered the joys of writing more contemporary, darker, edgier books with a greater emphasis on BDSM – one of which, Sharing Silver, was nominated for a Golden Flogger award and won the Spanking Romance Reviews award for best ménage.

Having lived in four countries on three different continents, and been an active participant in her local kinky communities, she likes to “write to discover what she knows.” Her own personal kinks include anything and everything to do with spanking, fireplay, edge play, scarification, age-play, and too many more to count. Some girls like wood, some adore leather, but Tabitha is partial to big, shiny, ornate knives… nothing else makes her quite as weak at the knees.

She lives in Europe with her Daddy/Sir, and a lilac cat who likes to sneeze in her face.

Tabitha loves getting mail, so if you want to drop her a line, please do so at tabitha_black@hotmail.com. You can also check out her website here, follow her on Twitter @BlushingTabitha, Instagram, or join her Facebook page. Thank you for reading!

Don’t miss these other exciting books by Tabitha Black and Blushing Books!

Taken in Hand

Estelana

Summer Camp

Little Tudor Rose

The Abbeyville Way

Conquering Cassia

Silverlake Priory Series:

Educating Eva, Book One

The Red Petticoat Saloon Series:

Sapphire’s Surrender

His Empire Series:

Restraint – Book 1

Denial – Book 2

Masters of the Castle Series:

Fulfilling Her Fantasy

Sharing Silver

Anthologies:

Confessions of a Spanking Author

Hero To Obey

The Dark Forest

Little Victorian Ladies

When the Gavel Falls

Revenge in the Highlands is live!!

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Revenge in the Highlands

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Morgan MacAlister and his wife, Kat, return to the Highlands to reclaim Morgan’s heritage, only to find that the sister he left behind is waging a war of vengeance on their traitorous half-brother, Canton. Eileen is no longer the innocent young girl he remembers.

Gallagher Glencairn has returned with Morgan MacAlister to reclaim his own inheritance and finds that the golden-haired lass with the beautiful haunted eyes now rules his clan. Gallagher is determined he’ll take his clan back any way he can. He gives Eileen two choices: she can agree to wed him, or he will wage war against her and take his inheritance back.

Eileen is tough on the outside but harbors a terrible secret within – a secret of pain, betrayal, and a fierce desire for revenge.

Publisher’s Note: This steamy historical romance, set in the Highlands, contains old-fashioned, loving discipline.

Introducing Eileen

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Eileen just gazed at him, her eyes wary and scared. “Ye know the conditions of our marriage and I’ll be holding ye to them,” she said through stiff lips. “Kindly go back to your own blanket.”

Gallagher studied her pale face, wondering what exactly had happened to make her so terrified. For that’s what she was, he could see it in her eyes. He felt his anger kindle at her unknown assailant and impulsively he reached out to touch her face again. When she jerked back and shrank to the side, he was instantly contrite. “I’m sorry, wee one, I shouldn’t have moved so fast, I’ve spooked ye again.”

Eileen cursed herself for her reaction. “Nay, tis I who am sorry. Ye have promised not to hit me and I will try to abide by your word…until you’ve broken it anyway,” she added. She held her head up proudly, not flinching this time when he slowly put his hand to her face and stroked her creamy cheek. His touch made her tremble and she cursed herself again, vowing not to let this man see how he affected her…hating herself because he did affect her.

“I’ll not be breaking my word, ye can count on that.”

Two more days and Eileen and Gallagher will be here….stay tuned!

In the meantime, don’t forget to check out the first book in the series….Revenge of the Pirate Twins!

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Revenge in the Highlands

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Both Gallagher Glencairn and Morgan MacAlister have returned to Scotland to reclaim their heritage. When Gallagher finds that Morgan’s sister, the golden-haired lass with the beautiful haunted eyes now rules his clan, he is determined to regain control. He gives Eileen two choices—she can agree to wed him, or he will wage war against her and take his inheritance back. Neither choice is palatable to him, but Gallagher was born to rule Glencairn, and rule it, he will.

Fiercely embittered from being used by men as a pawn in their schemes, Eileen is not happy to see her brother return. Nor is she happy to see the son of the laird she married, bore a son too, and whose lands and titles she inherited for her own son, arrive with him. Eileen is tough on the outside but harbors a terrible secret within, a secret of pain, betrayal and a fierce desire for revenge.

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Coming this week, April 26th. Enjoy the excerpt below.

“Ye are a bastard, just like your father,” she hissed, her arm swinging in reaction to land a vicious slap across his face once again. She put all her pent-up frustration and fury into that slap and felt immense satisfaction at the immediate red handprint that blazed across his lean jaw. Her satisfaction was short-lived. She saw his eyes taper to slits just seconds before he grabbed her arm and whirled her around, his long arm a steel band around her middle as he pulled her against him and quickly divested her of her armor, sword, and belt. Then he dragged her, angry and kicking at his thick calves, across to a stone bench inside the shaded arbor.

“I said, don’t touch me,” she yelled fearfully. What was he going to do to her? Would he rape her? She’d been caught off guard, not expecting any real reaction and that had cost her. It was a shock of a different kind when she unexpectedly found herself face down over his hard muscled thighs. She began to fight desperately, suddenly aware of where this was going. “What are ye doing? Let me up!”

“I warned ye never to hit me again,” he snarled harshly, holding her easily. “Ye have brought this on yourself.” He quickly unbuttoned her riding skirts and slid them down with the thin pantaloons in one deft swipe. It was probably improper, but they were going to be married whether she liked it or not.

His heart jumped into his throat at the site of the pale globes he’d uncovered but he persevered in his task. His hand trembled slightly as it passed over the silky contours of those globes before lifting his right arm high in the air.

“Ye are not going to spank me like a child! I won’t allow it…” Her words were cut off as a hard slap exploded against her bare backside, sounding like a pistol shot in the enclosed garden walls. “Ye bastard,” she yelped as she tried to tuck her bottom in, expecting another one. It came, just as merciless as the first, and then another and another. “Let me up,” she demanded, the sharp chastisement resounding in her ears and searing into her unwilling flesh.

“And this is for calling me a bastard. I had a father, however, lacking he might have been.” Gallagher landed several more painful slaps on the wiggling cheeks he held over his lap and then hauled her upright, his mind’s eye memorizing the site of those milky buttocks with his red handprints. He was far from unaffected by the sight and a certain part of his anatomy was becoming painfully rigid.

Eileen scrambled away from him, her eyes spitting sparks of resentment and fury. “I’ll have your head for this,” she snapped hoarsely, holding tears at bay as she quickly adjusted her clothing. Her chest was heaving with the exertion of fighting and she shook her small fist impotently at him.

“I think not,” he replied, watching her very carefully. “And if ye hit me again, I’ll blister that pretty arse until ye can’t sit for a week. Is that clear?”

She glowered scornfully at him, refusing to answer and ignored the desire to clutch her bottom and rub the sting away. No one had ever dared to treat her in this humiliating fashion, not even Donald. Morg had spanked her once. She’d only been ten at the time and had deserved it for throwing rocks at him. That was a long time ago and she was not a child anymore. “I hate ye,” she hissed sullenly, her bottom lip trembling. “How dare ye treat me like a child?”

“You’ll find I dare quite a lot,” he replied mockingly. “Now are ye going to marry me or not?”

This is the second book in the Revenge series.  Each book is a standalone book, this is not a continued story although some characters will carry over. I’m currently working on my third novel in this series.  I hope you enjoy Revenge in the Highlands.  I’ll be sending a link soon, but in the meantime, don’t forget to check out Revenge of the Pirate Twins.

Ye might enjoy this haunting lovely melody of love in Scotland as well entitled, You take the High Road.  

If this doesn’t get you in the mood for a Scottish romance I’m not sure what will!

Thanks, you all!

Brandy

Spotlighting Allyson Young today!

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Today I’m throwing a spotlight on Allyson Young’s new release. Here is some information on her new release entitled IMPOSSIBLE! 

 

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Blurb:
Both being extremely independent and familiar with rejection, Celeste Hill, and Elliot
Godwin has a short but intense time together, something very special.
She heads off to a coveted job, leaving him to puzzle out how he might pursue a
connection he’d never dreamed of having. And, despite pursuing her dream, Celeste
can’t stop thinking about Elliot and what might have been.
Returning home before he can follow her, she tells him they are pregnant. Impossible.
Believing he’s sterile, the reason his wife left him, Elliot is devastated—and lashes
out. Celeste flees his cruel words, putting distance between them, and now determined
not to name him as the father of their child.
But miracles do happen and men can come to their senses. Elliot follows his heart and
Celeste again opens hers for their happily ever after.
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Excerpt
Knowing the majority of her response was hormone-fueled did nothing to mitigate the meltdown.  How hard had she held herself against the news until now, sharing with no one but him? Forgoing the acceptance and excitement of her friends and family? Doing the right thing, notifying the father first?
She sobbed and choked until she thought her throat would tear and her lungs collapse, her cheeks raw with the deluge.  Her baby. She pressed a hand against her abdomen, whispering a heartfelt reassurance. Not about you, sweetheart, I love you.
It felt like hours but was, in reality, a few short minutes before she wrestled back her composure, albeit as a soggy wreck of exhaustion.
Impossible.
She’d sorted out the reasonging–and ensuing rejection–behind his flat comment in short order. But it wasn’t impossible.  He was capable regardless of what he believed.  The tiny seed in her belly was living proof.
But it didn’t matter.  He thought she’d come to him, pregnant with another man’s child, to cadge… She couldn’t bear to think of what he thought of her. His opinion didn’t matter either.
Asshole.
Fumbling for a wad of tissues, she mopped up what remained of her makeup and took a shuddering breath, pushing any thought of Elliot Godwin from her head.
A tap on the window drew a muffled shriek as she started, turning to stare at his unwelcome bulk hunched over her little car, his handsome face only inches away. His silvery eyes were narrowed, cold and impenetrable, not at all like the turbulent wash of emotion when he’d been as deep inside her as any man could be in a woman.
Planting their child.
As emotionally drained as she was, she couldn’t help the faint shiver of that arousing memory before dispatching it. Stupid hormones. She eased the window down a notch.
“What?”
His gaze took in her face and she knew what he saw. She never cried prettily; but then she rarely cried. Make that never. Tears were for the weak. He would know that.
“Are you all right?”
Like he cared. She was a slut, remember? Well, maybe not–Elliott didn’t judge, at least about consenting adults sexing things up. So, what then? What was a woman called who tried to stick a guy with a kid that wasn’t his? Something far worse in his eyes, for sure.
“I’m fine.” She whirred the window back up and threw the vehicle into gear. With cautious regard to his proximity, she drove forward and then guided the car onto the pavement, ignoring his tall form in the mirror.
Author Bio
Allyson Young lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband and
numerous pets. she has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic
romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one.
A best selling Amazon author, a hybrid author, as of December 2017, along with her
alter ego and three co-authors, she has published four series and several stand alone in
contemporary, sci-fi, fantasy and suspense genres–50 books in total.
Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the
heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and she favors the darker
side of romance
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Presenting Jane Burelli!

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Hi, folks!

Today I’m pleased to announce a new fantasy story by Jane Burelli entitled HIDDEN EMBERS!

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Sales Blurb
When the gods breathed life into us, they blessed us with an element. It’s
a pity they didn’t care to bless anything else.
The Empress of the Throne of Flames is assassinated. Acting as a decoy
to protect the next Empress, the undervalued Princess Nymira flees to
the north. She must now carry the sacred sword, the symbol of her
people and rejoin the Empress.
It is a mission Mira cannot fail but first, she must traverse the Western
wastelands. The journey is perilous and the once sheltered princess
finds herself rescued by the Ice Lord, Zorren. The leader of the Iceari, the
natural enemy to Firelanders.
Zorren is reputed to be a ruthless leader and Mira fights the attraction
that blazes between them. Resulting in a clash of not only their wills but
also their elements. After all, fire and ice don’t mix. Or do they?
This is book one of the new Bride of Fire series. Join the journey to
a mystical world and the adventure and romance that awaits.
Publisher’s Note: This fantasy romance is intended for adults only and
contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, adventure, and sensual
scenes set in an apocalyptic world
Sound exciting, right?  Here’s a little bit about Jane.
When I realized the world was not hiring for a ‘sarcastic but benign
Supreme Ruler of the Universe’ I decided to focus on my passion. By
day I work in a UK company’s finance department and by night I become
my alter ego Scribble Girl or as my good friends have affectionately
dubbed me the ‘sex author’. Always armed with a notepad and pen in the
black hole I call a handbag, I have been writing never ending stories
since the age of 11 and this all stemmed from my love of reading.
I love reading. Period!
I’m part of the Harry Potter generation and while waiting between books
would literally devour any book I could get my hands on. Let’s put it this
way J.K Rowling has a lot to answer for. I adore that there is no end in
sight to where your own imagination can take you and that between the
pages of a book you are transported to another world.
Happy Reading!
Teaser from Jane’s new book!
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What the Goddess’ name are you doing?” I screeched. Rearing up I found a firm hand planted in the center of my back pinning me in place.The only thing I had succeeded in doing was loosening my own trews. Tomy horror, his fingers curled into the waistband. I threw my hips from side to side, my attempts at evasion pitiful. “You can’t do this!” My protest went unheeded. He calmly took a firm grasp of my hips and threw his leg over mine. Panting, I found I couldn’t move, trapped like a creature in a snare.
“I’m making sure I can see if I truly hurt you.”
The fabric rasped over my tender skin. Shivering, my squirming bottom revealed to the elements, the chilled air bringing a moment of relief. “Trust me, it hurt.”
His hand rubbed the reddened flesh, murmuring, “Your skin colors so easily.”
The touch ignited a steady throb between my legs—what inKhatri’s name? The pause allowed me to gather my wits.
“Do you know why you are in this position?”
Khatri’s tits, he wanted to talk now!“Because you can’t abide being defied!” I hissed, struggling to concentrate on anything but calloused fingers now tracing patterns on my heated flesh. Closer and closer to the apex and I wiggled, longing for more of the same. The soft touch lingering at the sensitive crease where buttock met thigh. I shivered but it was different from the previous man who had touched me. It wasn’t revulsion, it ignited a fire that I didn’t know how to put out.
“Is that what you think?”
Lazily the finger drew back and forth, and my muscles jerked in response. The unexpected wallop shattered the first inklings of pleasure and sent my cheeks bouncing. The sting increasing tenfold without clothing to mute it.
“Try again.”
Wow, what a great teaser!  Be sure and check out Jane at this links as well.
website: https://www.janeburrelli.com/
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Jane-Burrelli/e/B01ACPOKD
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Jane-Burrelli/e/B01ACPOKD0
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Revenge of the Pirate Twins is here!

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Hi, everyone!  I’m pleased and excited to announce that the first of my pirate and revenge series is now available at Blushing Books. Check out the excerpt below, my friends, you’re going to love it!

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Now available at Blushing Books! Soon to be on Amazon.

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Twin sisters, Frankie and Kat, are willful, undisciplined, highly skilled in weapons, and fiercely determined to find the infamous master of the black pirate ship called the Nemesis. Jacques LaSalle, the owner of that ship, is the blackguard who attacked their father’s merchant vessel, killing their father and abducting their mother. First, they will find out what happened to their mother, and then he will be at their mercy.  

Jacques LaSalle is intrigued and amused when he hears that a beautiful raven-haired woman has been scouring the Caribbean for him and intends to challenge him. No one has ever bested Jacques in a fight, but he soon finds that Frankie is much more of a challenge than he thought. He intends to claim her for his own – if she’ll stop trying to kill him long enough for him to do that.  

Morgan MacAlister is the pirate governor of the new colony, the Pirates’ Hideaway, and his gut instinct tells him that trouble is coming to his island paradise. When the mighty Aphrodite sails into his harbor carrying a set of twin sisters, the gorgeous redheaded sprite of the duo set his senses on fire.  

It’s a hot time on the high seas when the two arrogant men figure out that the twins have the power to rock their worlds. But the girls’ haughty attitude and lack of respect may well earn them some much-needed discipline before all is said and done.  

Publisher’s Note: This action-adventure romance contains steamy scenes and elements of power exchange.

Aannndddd…. a little teaser for you…

Jacques watched his helpless prisoner as she twisted and fought to no avail. “Lucky for you, Frenchy will not bring charges against you for trying to kill him. He is leaving your punishment to me, ma petite. Something I plan to thoroughly enjoy.”
He stepped in close to Frankie’s body, his hands slipping to her breasts. They were full and firm to the touch and he could enjoy them at will. He lightly teased the buds through her clothing, causing her nipples to harden in response. “I bet the Spaniard enjoyed these, did he not? The real question is, did you enjoy it this much?” He smiled in satisfaction as a groan escaped her trembling lips. He wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her close against his chest, the hard nipples crushed against him as his mouth sought her full rosy lips.
Frankie moaned and tried to twist her head from side to side, trying in vain to avoid his capture. Her senses swam and her breasts ached against the hardness of his broad muscles. His mouth was so close to hers she could feel his warm breath with only a whisper to separate them. Was this how he was going to punish her? Surely he would not take her against her will?
“Frankie, you cannot deny the flames between us. Let yourself go, ma Cherie.” His tongue lightly teased her lips, gently parting them and sliding into her mouth. He felt her buck against him as she responded in spite of herself. Smiling, he stepped away from her. “This could all have been avoided if you had just cooperated with me earlier. But now your stubbornness will cost you.” Slowly, he began to unbutton her shirt, allowing his tongue to trace the soft flesh, as it was unveiled.
“So, it comes to this?” she spat at him in her fury. “You are going to just take what you want without permission?”
“Non, I won’t have to take anything,” he assured her. “You will be begging me. Your body gives you away, ma petite.”
“Go to hell!” Frankie stood proudly, knowing she was fighting a losing battle to withstand this assault on her senses. She was helpless to do anything but whimper in protest as his tongue trailed liquid fire across her breasts and down her stomach. Finally, he stopped, and she slumped in relief.
“What to do with these clothes?” he murmured wickedly, knowing the effect his “torture” was having on her. “Ah, well, clothes can be replaced.”
“What are you doing?” she cried, silently cursing the blindfold when she felt the cold touch of steel on her back as the shirt was cut. It increased her other senses when she couldn’t see. Sound, hearing, touch, all were heightened to a sharper clarity, especially the sensations her shivering body was experiencing. “You have no right!”
“I have every right to punish you when you break the rules,” he replied silkily. “How I do so, of course, is up to me.” He chuckled as his knife made short work of the trousers and undergarments, leaving his proud pirate in nothing but her boots and her long raven hair cascading down her stiff spine. A little humiliation would do her a world of good.
Walking behind her, he ran his palm down her smooth back and over the satiny softness of her buttocks, admiring the firmness beneath their soft covering. Trailing around to the front, his fingers blazed a path across her flat stomach. She was mouthwatering. Her slender waist narrowed to lush hips, then down to long slim legs encased in black boots to the knees. The sight was intoxicating, and his body couldn’t be any more responsive to her charms. He was beginning to wonder who was torturing who.

 

 

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  • thumbnail (3)         Today I’d like to spotlight Daryl Devore’s latest hot new romance entitled
                                   TWO O’CLOCK WITH THE BILLIONAIRE.
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    Where Derek Davenport is concerned, women only had one thing in
    mind: to trap him into 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 a courtesan
    to a handsome billionaire.
    Their sexual antics cause emotions neither is willing to admit to. 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.
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    Please enjoy the excerpt below.

    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. The 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?”
    “Better check who wants the woman. LGBT paper remember.”
    She rubbed between her eyebrows. “At this moment in time, all I want is a job. I
    don’t really care about the gender of my employer.”
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