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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.

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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.


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.





Welcome, Kelly Dawson!

It’s great to have the opportunity to present Kelly Dawson with her new book

Daddy Takes Command!


Daddy Takes Command is now available on Amazon!

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?

Publisher’s Note: Daddy Takes Command is a stand-alone sequel to Daddy Takes the Reins and Daddies Take Control. It includes spankings, sexual scenes, and elements of age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Kelly Dawson Author Bio

Sweet & Spicy Spanking Romance


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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Yuletide Yielding – by Ashe Barker
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A Christmas Masquerade – by Vanessa Brooks
Peril with a Prince – by Emily Murdoch
Her Mistletoe Promise – by Jaye Peaches
Mistletoe Mistress – by Nicola Davidson
The Gentleman’s Seduction – by Lauren Smith
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My Lady of Misrule – by Amy Rose Bennett
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Wicked Deeds on a Winter Night – by Stacy Reid
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Fears Whisper – a delicious new book!

 Poppy Flynn’s new book, Fears Whisper, is sizzling and bound to keep you warm for the Christmas holidays! Jump right in and check it out!

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.

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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.

Author Bio

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.”

Poppy x

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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


PG Excerpt

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?”

Look what’s coming for Christmas!

Wow, I get to participate in a wonderful Christmas Anthology. Watch for more information as it comes out. This amazing book will be here before you know it, namely, November 1st! 

The title of my contribution will be Trusting her Highland Laird. Would you like a snippet to whet your appetite? Check below the cover photo!


Finally, she placed her hand on the heavy, ornate door handle, her fingers trembling. What would she find in this room? All the things she’d heard came rushing into her mind. Her heart raced madly, and her breath dried in her throat. Images of racks and torture implements flashed through her head as she pictured gruesome body parts lying around and skeletal remains staring up at her. She took a deep breath and scolded herself. Of course, there wouldn’t be any body parts lying around, for heaven’s sake. This was the eighteenth century after all. Men were more civilized these days, weren’t they? A small part of her argued against that thought. Not all men were more civilized. She started when a large, warm hand laid itself on top of her cold one.

“Let me go in first, Leenie,” Gallagher said firmly, removing her hand and gently pushing her back.

 “He was my husband,” she gasped, although she was more than happy to let him precede her.

“And he was my father if ye want to argue territorial rights,” he mocked, his eyes glinting with determination. “Ye’re a hard lass to protect, ye know that? Ye keep rushing headlong into things that could hurt ye, and ye have more stubbornness and pride than the Lord should have dished out to ye.”

She nodded, her long, wheat-colored locks falling gently around her face. “Aye, ’tis so. But then I’m used to taking care of myself, so it’s hard to let go.” She smiled faintly up at him, acknowledging the truth of his words.

“Ye don’t have to anymore. I’m here, and ye can trust me in all things,” he replied, tender, brushing the back of his hand against the softness of her cheek.

         “I…I do trust ye, Gallagher,” she replied, her voice hesitant.

      “I believe ye want to trust me,” he corrected gently, “but ye aren’t there yet, not completely.”

His observation stung and she lifted her chin. “That’s nonsense, of course, I trust ye.” Her voice grew stronger, and the fierce warrior Eileen, the woman who had waged a war of vengeance against her half-brother, rose to the occasion. Her eyes flashed with a challenge. “Name one time I haven’t trusted ye after we decided to stay together. Just one,” she demanded.

Be watching for this Christmas extravaganza of sixteen stories, including Eileen and Gallagher as Eileen struggles to place herself in willing hands, no holds barred.  Will she succeed?

Welcome to an amazing paranormal romance writer, Kyrssie Fortune!

Sylvie’s more human librarian than half-blood Fae princess and she definitely prefers books to men. Then, she learns her unwanted Lykae fiancée is marrying someone else. If she doesn’t stop the wedding, the Fae will resume the border war with the Werewolf nation. A high-handed Lykae security guard blocks her every move, and when her plans go awry, she’s kidnapped, stripped, and bound for his pleasure.

Caleb the Cold, King of the Lykae, will do anything to make his younger brother’s wedding special–even pretend he’s a security guard and kidnap his brother’s former fiancée. Punishing her is a pure pleasure until he realizes she’s his mate. Now he needs to woo the woman he’s tormented to the edge of madness, but is it too late to claim her heart, and make her his?

What an exciting introduction to Kyrssie’s new book, To Wed a Werewolf!

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Tasty Excerpt!

Caleb dropped like he’d been poleaxed, and his body flickered between primal beast, human, and true wolf forms.

“Told you he’d get what he deserves.” Ron pulled out his cell phone. “And I knew he’d come after you.”

Sylvie stepped back and leaned against the car. “What have you done?”

“Saved you, you silly cow, or did you want to fuck with that? Now stand still and be quiet while I talk to my friends.” Even drunk, Ron seemed dangerous. He keyed a preprogrammed number. “Subject acquired, but he’s tougher than I expected.”

“And,” Sylvie whispered, “he’ll kill you when the Taser charge wears off.”

Ron backhanded her. “I told you to keep quiet, or do we have to kill you too?”

Caleb saw tears mist her eyes, but she blinked them away and backed off. Gods, he needed to kiss her tears from her cheeks—right after he handed her Ron’s head on a plate.

A white van skidded to a halt beside them. Two human males jumped out, chained Caleb’s arms behind him, twisted the chain around his ankles, and pulled it tight.

Elves’ blood, the damn thing’s silver.

It locked him in primal form and burned red brands into his flesh. Pain crescendoed through him and drove his primal beast insane. His roars grew more animalistic as his humanity sank deeper inside him. He needed to kill, destroy, and maim. But whatever his form, he’d protect Sylvie.

He grasped the links, burning deep welts in his hands as he tugged at the chain, but silver was every Lykae’s Achilles’ heel. Pain spasmed through his limbs, building, burning, branding. He needed his freedom. He needed his true-mate safe, and he needed Ron and his cronies dead. Hog-tied and helpless, all he could do was flop like an out-of-water goldfish at Sylvie’s feet.

   A little about Kyrssie

Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons.
Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick-ass females who can hold their own against whatever life – or Kryssie – throws at them.

Kryssie’s pet hates are unhappy endings and a series that end on a cliffhanger.
Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. The plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.

Links to find Kryssie







Amazon Author Page

Titles by Kryssie Fortune

Scattered Siblings – a series of standalone paranormal romance

To Wed a Werewolf

To Break a Warrior King’s Curse

To Mate a Werewolf

To Seduce an Omega

Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf

Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge – a series of standalone romances featuring former soldiers

Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine

Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff

Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor

Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier

Standalone Romances

Dominated by the Dragon

Taken by Twin Doms

One Knight Stand

Giving it up for the Gods

Wickedly Used

A Big Welcome to Poppy Flynn!

As a bubbly art student, Daisy Kidde embarked on a BDSM relationship that ended in tears. Eleven years later, she has reinvented herself as the aloof finance director, Desirae Harper. But the past threatens to catch up with her and turn her quiet, reserved world upside down when her company is threatened with a takeover bid, and the dominant Joel Blackwood walks back into her life. Can she resist him? Or will the old Daisy return, threatening her new life?
Today I’m excited to present Poppy Flynn with her new book entitled Fool’s Desire. 
Publisher’s Note: This steamy romance contains graphic scenes as well as power exchange. Please do not read it if this is offensive to you.
Here’s an exciting excerpt from the book!
Her entire body and all her facial features were frozen as John introduced her to the room. On the inside, she felt as if she had combusted, felt buffeted by a tsunami of undeniable attraction and lust as her betraying body short-circuited the logic of her higher brain function when it automatically registered and accept the remembered pleasures of her former lover.
“Our CFO, Desirae Harper, will be at the forefront of any negotiations,” she heard him say, as if from a distance, as he gestured towards her and two sets of striking cobalt eyes turned her way.
Desirae couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. With her mind mired in molasses, she vaguely wondered if she might get lucky, as she had with Eric Oliver, but she could see the very second that recognition dawned in Joel’s beautiful eyes.
“Daisy?” he whispered in shock, his face slack and his mouth gaping.
Even though she didn’t—couldn’t—break eye contact with him, she was aware of several things in her peripheral vision.  She watched it all as if from a distance, her mind somehow divorced with the reality playing out around her.
John raised his eyebrows and looked between the two of them. His PA raised his head to see what had caused the sudden hush. Connor Griffin straightened and was looking at her with an odd speculation she couldn’t quite decipher, and the catering assistant had uncurled from her human pretzel position and was taking in everything avidly, ready to run it all back to the gossip mill, albeit with a slight frown that she was no longer the center of attention. And Jake, Jake did a double take, let out a gasp that sounded as loud as a gunshot in the silent room and suddenly, without warning, she was in his arms, and he was laughing as he swung her round in a circle and then, almost before she had regained her balance, he crushed her against his wide chest and whooped, “Daisy, Daisy, Daisy Kidde!” as he grinned Cheshire cat wide.
Desirae ran a gamut of emotions in the space of a few seconds. Too many, almost, to acknowledge any of them on an individual basis. There was the inevitable shock, but somehow, no surprise. Her logical brain had known there would always be some percentage of chance that a Blackwood’s presence might occur and her subconscious had been blaring that alert before her awareness could properly make sense of the warning. There was the splintering of unbearable pain so sharp, that after it had sliced through her very last nerve, left her blessedly numb. And there was the beautiful, terrible ache of soul-deep recognition of one lover for another that fought to soften her body in readiness for him, regardless of the battle taking place in her mind. Her head spun and it had nothing to do with Jake Blakewood swinging her round. All of it seemed to happen in time-lapse slow motion, but throughout all the commotion, her eyes remained locked with Joel’s unrelenting gaze.
A little about Poppy…
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, and there are 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.”

Presenting Libby Campbell’s new book, Trusting Ingrid

The daughter of a grifter, Ingrid has grown up streetwise and lawless. Lachlan has rescued more than one creature whose bark was worse than its bite. Will his stern loving magic work on her?

I’m happy to welcome Libby Campbell with her new book, Trusting Ingrid today. Let’s take a look at the beautiful cover.

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Ingrid Nickel doesn’t want to go into rehab. Again. She tried it once but it didn’t work. When she meets Lachlan Morrison, the connection is electric. She sees a handsome man, directing and challenging, who won’t be intimidated by a powerful woman like her. He sees a woman whose bluster and sarcasm is a cover for something deep inside her that is badly broken.

Publishers note: Although loosely part of a series, this spicy romance can be read as a stand-alone story. It includes scenes of domestic discipline and power exchanges.

Let’s check out a juicy excerpt from this delicious book!

This simmering hot man needed a direct challenge. “Who’s going to tan this backside?” Ingrid teased, punctuating her comment with a light slap to her own bottom.

Lachlan grabbed her right wrist, trapping her in front of him. His free hand rested on her left breast. “I am,” he said. “In fact, when you bring me back from the airport, I’ll spank you as soon as you step out of line, just to let you know who’s boss.”

Desire exploded through Ingrid, but she didn’t want him to know it. Her libido had been dead for so long, she didn’t think anything could wake it up but here it was, in full force saying, shag this man.

She pulled away from him, rubbing her wrist as though he’d injured her somehow. He hadn’t. Not at all. She was rubbing her wrist so she wouldn’t lose the feeling of his hand on it too quickly. 

For weeks she’d been counting the dreary hours and minutes since her last drink. Now she had something to look forward to. She’d be counting the hours until it was time to pick up the sexy man who kissed like a god.

Marine pilot. 

Dangerous job. Brave man.

Surely she wouldn’t frighten him away.

More about Libby!

Libby Campbell’s stories celebrate romance with a spicy power exchange. Her women are strong and challenge the powerful men who love them.

Libby has lived all over Canada, but the best decision of her life was when she moved to Australia to marry her leading man. After many years there, they moved back to the Pacific Northwest. They now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.

Libby’s passions are reading and writing. She also loves hiking and an occasional night of dancing.

Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books:

The Romancing the Coast Series

Seeing Ronnie. (Book 1)

Holding Cynthia (Book 2)

A Time For Will

Simon in Charge – 3 book box set

Connect with Libby Campbell on social media:

Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell

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Follow her on Twitter: @LibbyC26

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Spreading the love and sunshine to authors and readers where I can!

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Jaye Peaches

Enticingly kinky - BDSM Erotic Romance

Felicity writes...

Alpha males and their deliciously wilful girls!

Jaye Elise writes...

...Smut n' Stuff n' Things n' the Like.

Maren Smith

Writin' kinky since before it was cool

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