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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!


Revenge in the Highlands

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!


Spotlighting Allyson Young today!

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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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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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.
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.
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.
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!

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!
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.
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Revenge of the Pirate Twins is here!



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!


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

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.



Welcome, Daryl Devore’!

  • thumbnail (3)         Today I’d like to spotlight Daryl Devore’s latest hot new romance entitled
                                   TWO O’CLOCK WITH THE BILLIONAIRE.
              This contemporary romance is sweetened with a few vanilla
    sexcapades you are sure to enjoy! Find out what it’s all about below.
    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
    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
    “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.”
    You can check out Daryl’s book on Amazon!

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Welcome, Felicity Brandon!

Today I’d like to spotlight Felicity Brandon’s new book, GOLDIE’S SURRENDER! 

This book is a hot fairytale style of romance that may perhaps be a bit darker than you are used to?  Or not, my friends! All I can say is come and check it out with me, it looks deliciously naughty!


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.

Felicity is an international bestselling & award-winning writer of BDSM, spanking erotic romance.

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Welcome, Morganna Williams!

Today we get to take a peek at Morganna’s new sci-fi novel just out this year!  Morganna is a #1 bestselling author on Amazon of sci-fi, BDSM and erotic romance, not to mention a few other categories!  Below are the cover and blurb of her new book.


Though he has come to Earth to track down enemies of the Intergalactic Federation, when Hale encounters a human female living on her own in a wild, dangerous land, he takes it upon himself to rescue her and claim her as his mate. But the beautiful, feisty girl will need to be tamed.

Reyna has spent years surviving against all odds in the remote, thickly forested mountains beyond the control of the alien alliance which rules her world, but she stands no chance against Hale’s skill and strength. When she runs from him, the huge, handsome warrior catches her easily and then wastes no time in baring her bottom for a painful, humiliating spanking.

Hale quickly sets about teaching Reyna what it means to belong to a Cantari Hunter, and over the coming days she is punished thoroughly and shamefully for any disobedience and brought to one shattering climax after another as she is made his in every way. But even if Hale masters Reyna’s heart as completely as her body, can his new mate find a place for herself among his people?

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NSFW Excerpt:

The feel of him stretching her tender inner tissues was delicious even though it was a little uncomfortable but she wanted more. She was so wet he slipped in and out with ease.
His hands cupped her ass, forcing her to take more and more each time she sank down until she took him all the way and he was completely inside her, his balls resting against her opening. She felt stretched almost more than she could stand but perversely now that he was inside her, she wanted to move and began to shift her hips slightly.
“Now you will ride me while I finish your spanking,” he told her firmly.
Reyna felt another gush of moisture rush from her to bathe his cock at his words and she began to lift herself up his shaft. As she rode him slowly, his hands began to spank the under the curve of her ass, each slap stinging but also sending a jolt of pleasure through her where her body joined to his.
As her pace began to increase, his hand began to fall faster and harder as if urging her to ride him just as hard. The stinging heat built in her ass as she grew closer and closer to orgasm. Spank after spank landed until one last slap fell that sent her straight over the edge and into the abyss with him, giving a hoarse shout of his own pleasure as he caught her hips and ground them into his, filling her with his seed.
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Definitely sounds like a hot book, Morganna!

Welcome Allyson Young!


Today I’d like to introduce you to Allyson Young and her new book

Aspire to Love, available on Amazon for preview and purchase. 

Here is a chance to get to know Allyson a little bit.

She lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She’s always enjoyed the written word and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one.

A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid author, as of December 2017, she, along with her alter ego and three coauthors have published four series and several standalone books in contemporary, sci-fi, fantasy and suspense genres—50 books in total.

Allyson will write until whatever inside is satisfied until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet and Allyson favors the darker side of romance.

Below is a peek into the three stories contained in this book. And thank you, Allyson, for appearing on my blog today. 🙂


Haley Snider thought Warren Chalmers was the perfect Dom, so she transformed herself into the perfect sub. A woman in love is truly blind because Warren can be such an ass.

Warren doesn’t really know what he wants, and questions the very perfection he apparently sought. Haley leaves Warren before he can reject her, unveiling a surprising temper and steely determination. He is both intrigued and forced to look at himself. He doesn’t much care for what he finds and is determined to change, to seek Haley out and really get to know her.

Realizing that her obsession with Warren has kept her from being true to herself and him, Haley decides to embrace life differently. Upon reconnecting with her, Warren discovers his best friend Gordon Sinclair has a different idea in mind for them all, and that life can be filled with both friendship and love. And hot sex.


Haley Snider left her selfish Dom and sought solace with her best friend. Gordon Sinclair facilitated Haley and Warren Chalmers’s reunion—with a twist. He proposes a ménage relationship. But Haley isn’t so sure. She’s afraid of getting hurt again and also wants to pursue her career and live her life outside of the bedroom, something Warren hadn’t accepted before. She resists their attempts at building a relationship and then tragedy strikes.

She blames herself, believing she has been selfish and her desperate, guilty feelings cloud her thinking. She won’t walk away this time but will wait for Gordon and Warren to realize she’s brought them too much trouble and tell her to leave. In the meantime, she will try to make amends, reverting back to pretense.

It takes considerable effort on her men’s part to help Haley face reality and accept what she truly needs and deserves.


Georgios Andreas’s wife, Jane, left him and died under mysterious circumstances. Afterward, he avoided relationships outside of club play.

At a ceremonial claiming, he meets the sister of the submissive, there to bear witness to her sister’s claiming. Iris Snider draws him, initially because she looks like Jane, but he quickly realizes she is so much more. He is powerless against the attraction.

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