Thursday, April 20, 2017
Saturday, April 8, 2017
Ashe Barker is here today! And her new book HER ROGUE VIKING is simply an enthralling read filled with the hottest scenes ever, intense passion, and danger from the first word. A splendid tale told superbly!
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Abducted. Humbled. Claimed.
Though Fiona puts up a brave fight when her village is raided by Vikings, she ends up being carried off over the broad shoulders of Ulfric Freysson, the leader of the Norsemen. The stern, ruggedly handsome warrior quickly makes it clear that she belongs to him now, and her best efforts to escape merely earn Fiona a painful, humiliating switching on her bare bottom.
Her captor’s bold dominance sets Fiona’s passion ablaze, and when he brings her to his bed she cannot help begging for him to claim her completely. As Ulfric begins training her to please him in any way he demands, Fiona finds herself falling in love with her new master, but she soon realizes that there are those among his people who still see her as an enemy. When her life is threatened by a member of his own family, will he stand ready to protect her no matter the cost?
Publisher’s Note: Her Rogue Viking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Ulfric carried her to the fallen tree and set her down beside it, taking care to allow her to lower her good leg first. Then, still ensuring that her weight remained on her uninjured foot, Ulfric helped Fiona to turn and face the trunk, then eased her torso forward until she was balanced across it. The furs and blanket provided a soft cushion. Fiona could find no reason to complain that her comfort was not considered as Ulfric patted her soon-to-be-punished bottom.
“I will lift you a little higher, to ensure that your feet are off the ground and taking no weight, and to offer me a better target, naturally.” He did not wait for any further comment from Fiona. In moments she was dangling over the tree trunk, her feet inches from the bare earth and her head and shoulders balancing her weight on the other side. The grass and a light dusting of fallen leaves were just inches from her nose but she could just make out their shapes in the gathering gloom as she quivered in this unfamiliar and vulnerable position.
Her father had been no disciplinarian. In all her nineteen summers no one had ever so much as slapped her wrist, let alone bent her over a fallen tree for a public switching. Fiona wondered if it was possible to die of humiliation.
She managed not to whimper as her skirts were raised above her waist, then tucked under the woven braid that served as a belt. Fiona was acutely aware of the half dozen or so Viking warriors who had gathered to observe the proceedings. They were all now afforded a fine view of her upturned, naked buttocks. She was glad she could not decipher the exact meaning of their calls and remarks, though the general gist was plain enough.
The jocularity ceased abruptly at a word from Ulfric. The men remained in place, watching, but they no longer offered their lewd observations.
Fiona was accustomed to harsh winters, but the bitter chill of this Nordic early evening was equal to anything she could recall in her own country. She shivered as the icy breeze caressed her bare backside and could not help clenching as Ulfric bent to select the first switch.
“Fear not, little wench. You shall soon be feeling a good deal warmer.” He swung the switch in an experimental arc, slow at first, then fast enough to produce an ominous whistle. Fiona shrieked.
Ulfric chuckled and moved in close. He laid the palm of his free hand on her bottom, the caress almost affectionate. “Try not to clench, though I realise it is difficult. Are you ready?”
There was nothing to be gained by delaying matters. Fiona nodded, then clenched her bound hands into fists as she tensed for the first stroke.
“Aagh!” She let out a shrill scream as fire exploded across her right buttock. Her entire body jerked with the force of the blow, though she had been expecting it. This hurt though, more than she had ever imagined.
“One,” Ulfric intoned. “Be still, Celt. Settle down and we shall continue.”
Somehow, through the haze of pain, she heard his words and managed to obey. Moments later fire snaked across her left cheek.
“Ooh!” Sweet Jesus, can I bear this?
“Two. Now relax, you do not wish to drag this out, I am sure.”
He was right, she did not. Fiona willed her tense muscles to soften and drew in a shuddering breath.
She was managing the pain just slightly better now, no longer so shocked by the intensity of sensation. She managed not to cry out, and needed no further reminders to keep her buttocks soft.
“That is good. Five. Six. Seven.”
Fiona writhed against the blanket. Despite her determination to bear this ordeal with fortitude she was unable to remain still, nor could she contain her tears that flowed unchecked across her face.
Ulfric paused to once again lay his palm over her throbbing backside. Her bottom was on fire and she flinched under his touch though he was not rough with her.
“You are doing well. Just three more to go. Shall I continue, Fiona?”
No! Enough! “Yes. Please, just finish this and let me get up.”
I have always been fascinated by Vikings. Strong, sexy warriors, ruthless, dominant and determined – what’s not to like? It was only a matter of time before I wove a story around these fierce raiders who rampaged through Scotland and England for over three centuries, eventually settling and leaving their indelible mark on our history.
A Viking raid was indeed a ferocious affair. They relied on what would nowadays probably be termed ‘shock and awe’ swooping in from the sea on their fast dragon ships to attack with vicious and deadly effect. The Nordic raiders would be gone almost as swiftly as they arrived, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The modern equivalent would be a helicopter attack on a sleepy rural village by SWAT teams armed with automatic weapons– the local people would hardly know what hit them.
I have employed a certain amount of poetic license, but I was determined to recreate the Viking era to the best of my ability – their homes, their clothing, what they ate, how they lived. I hope readers will be as entranced as I am by these creative and charismatic raiders, and perhaps forgive them their more outrageous little foibles.
So, tell us a bit more about Ulfric. He’s a stern and sexy Viking chief, with a twitchy palm, but what else is there to know?
Well, I think you just about covered the basics there. Ulfric has a strong sense of family loyalty but that is tested sorely in this book. He has a difficult choice to make, but he is a man who doesn’t shirk his duty and ultimately he will do what he thinks is right for those he loves – whether they like it or not.
Why do you enjoy writing historical fiction?
History was my favourite lesson at school, though some periods are more fascinating to me than others. I always preferred the medieval or even earlier times, though the Victorians were an interesting bunch too. But the Viking era is my current favourite and Her Rogue Viking is the first in a series the three linked novels set among these Nordic warriors and the sassy Celts who bring them to their knees.
In many ways life was simpler in the past, if a lot more brutal, and of course some of the moral issues we would have to deal with in a contemporary setting don’t apply. Inequality was the norm. Women were expected to obey – or else. A spanking author can have a field day.
What advice would you have for writers who decide to try their hand at erotica?
I’d tell them to have a go, but to have a decent thesaurus to hand. And an internet connection. Youtube is the erotica writer’s friend.
USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.
Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.
At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.
Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.
Ashe loves to hear from readers.
It's #SatSpanks time!
I'm sharing a couple of sentences from my new book TAKEN BY THE BARBARIAN! This mini-scene is after Roark kidnaps Princess Saraska and brings her to his home planet, in retribution against her father.
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“Touch your pussy, Princess,” he said gruffly before engulfing her nipple.
“Roark,” she moaned, her body joyously heating up at his touch.
“No?” he said, moving his head back to appraise her.
He gave her scant moments to answer before his hand spread over her behind in an outrageous slap.
The suddenness caused her knees to quake and she involuntarily lowered herself onto this thigh.
He spanked her again, harder so that her whole body shook from the impact.
“Back up onto your knees. Back straight.”
She obeyed him immediately.
But the untouched openness between her legs, the searing burn on her behind, and the wetness still on
her nipple from his mouth wrecked her.
Having spent her life confined behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could be kept safe and pure, twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent, naïve, and utterly unprepared for what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the barbarian ruler of the planet Sentara.
To her surprise, Saraska quickly discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall, handsome king is far from the ruthless savage she expected. His stern discipline and his bold, intimate exploration of her virgin body leave her quivering with need, and when at last he claims her completely his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure more intense than she could have ever imagined.
Though Saraska grew up believing her people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she has been lied to her entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her against Roark, will Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she has grown to love?
Publisher’s Note: Taken by the Barbarian includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Friday, April 7, 2017
I have the ever lovely Libby Campbell here today with her new book, SEEING RONNIE - Book 1 in the ROMANCING THE COAST series!
Ronnie’s an ice maiden but Del knows how to defrost her.
As a social blogger, Ronnie Flynn—aloof, beautiful, cool as a cucumber—is desperate to get to the society event of the year: Simon and Sadie’s engagement party on Seguro Island. No surprise that her name isn’t on the guest list, but as always, Ronnie has a backup plan. A plan that involves the handsome Del Franklin.
Del agrees to a swap: Ronnie gives him the scoop on his estranged wife’s dirty secrets and he takes her as his date to his boss’s party. The handsome, buff man of Italian descent makes only one condition: Ronnie better be good. No snooping. No manipulating. No digging for dirt. Or else.
With crossed fingers, and in spite of Del’s threat of putting her over his knee for disobeying, Ronnie ‘promises’ to be a good girl. Right. She’s not worried about Del. Her code of Keeping a Healthy Distance will protect her heart, and her backside. She’s too wily to get caught, anyway.
Ronnie sees. Literally. She can channel people’s feelings and see into their hearts. All her life, she has been hiding this secret weapon—her psychic ability—because what she sees is often too hard understand and impossible to share. If she can handle that secret, surely she can handle Del. Or can she? He’s not like anyone else. Nothing has prepared her for him. She shouldn’t react like this to his dominance. She’s an independent, wealthy woman in her own right. No man will tell her what to do. Yet, there is something about this sexy dominant Latin lover that makes her pulse race.
Will Ronnie allow Del to break her Code of Keeping a Healthy Distance? Will seeing Ronnie open Del’s eyes to a new world? Will the two of them ever see life the same way?
Publishers’ note: Seeing Ronnie is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or spanking of minors.
She was she losing her mind. The island had made her take leave of all her senses.
Embarrassment quickly replaced her light-headed lust. While it was perfectly natural to have perved on the man, it was sloppy and amateurish to have been caught. With a strength she didn’t know she possessed, she wrenched her wrist free and pushed him away as hard as she could. He took two steps backwards to regain his balance and a grim smile spread over his face.
She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Or you’ll do what? Refuse to take me to the party tonight?” She spat the words and tried to skirt around him on the narrow path.
“I warned you the other day about the consequences of bad manners.” He caught her around the waist with his left hand and held her facing away from him. Then he raised his right hand high and brought it down on the top of her bare thighs with a loud crack that was more noise than impact.
“That’s what your rudeness gets you,” he said. “That and a lot more. But next time it will be on your bare bottom with you turned over my knee, as promised. I expect you to speak to me at least as respectfully as you would any business associate. Remember, I have experience with naughty girls. I’m the father of a fourteen-year-old, but you, unlike my spirited daughter, will be spanked for rudeness or sass. You’re a grown up and able to walk away from me if you want to, something she can’t do. Different rules for different girls. Only the big girls get spanked. So, if you and I are going to spend time together, and I hope this weekend is just the start of things, I expect you to show me good manners and thoughtful behavior.”
Ronnie looked at him, her mouth opening and closing. She knew she resembled a guppy and was just as wordless. This man had second sight of his own, straight into her soul. She wanted him and he knew it. Now he was saying he wanted her too. Was that an opportunity or a risk? Thoughts of what he was offering raced through her brain.
Don’t miss these other great titles from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books:
The Simon in Charge series:
Simon Says (Simon in Charge, book 1)
Winning Sadie (Simon in Charge, book 2)
Sadie Says I Do (Simon in Charge, book 3)
Prairie Promise – short story, in A Spanking Good New Year anthology
Libby Campbell, mischief maker and dreamer...
Libby lives on the West Coast of Canada with her husband of over twenty-five years. An avid reader, she savors books that feature strong, independent women and the loving men who challenge them.
She loves mountain hikes, deep bubble baths, and all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big dogs who think they are lap dogs. A woman for all seasons, Libby is happy cuddling in front of a winter fire, watching a summer sunset, listening to birds in the spring and walking in the autumn rain.
Optimistic by nature, Libby wants a solid HEA in her reading and her writing. She hopes you will enjoy escaping to the dream worlds where she spends far too much time.
Follow her on Pinterest to see the images that inspire her characters and the worlds they live in.
Thursday, April 6, 2017
It's always a pleasure to have bestselling author Amelia Smarts visiting and today she's here with her new book - HANDLING SUSANNAH! What happens when a rancher searching for sweet, virginal bride meets a hotheaded, unwed mother? Passionate romance and spankings, of course!
Rancher Adam Harrington has long yearned to marry a diligent, virginal bride with a sweet disposition. When he reads a young woman’s unusual advertisement requesting a mail-order cowboy as her groom, he thinks they might be a good match. He writes the woman a letter saying just that, and she pens a favorable response, accepting him as her future husband. Adam packs up his belongings and heads west to a bright new future.
When Susannah Smith’s father bequeathed his ranch to her, it was under one condition: She must be married. For Virginia City’s fallen woman, finding a man to marry is no easy feat. The men in town who seek to court the hot-tempered, unwed mother are sluggards and drunks, not the kind of men capable of running a ranch. Desperate to find a suitable husband or else lose everything, she expands her search by listing an ad in the paper.
When the two meet, Adam’s commanding presence makes a startling but good impression on Susannah. The attraction between them is undeniable, but that is soon followed by wariness. Susannah had planned to marry a man who would do her bidding, not take over everything. It’s her ranch, after all! Equally befuddled, Adam thought he’d be marrying a woman who knows her place, not a temperamental brat who could benefit from some time over his knee.
Susannah feels outraged by Adam’s authoritative ways, but his dominant handling in the bedroom leaves her trembling with desire. Will she learn to accept his firm leadership and expectations? And will Adam grow to love the woman who differs so drastically from the kind of wife he thought he wanted?
Warning: Handling Susannah is an historical western romance containing sexual scenes and domestic discipline, including punishment spanking. If these themes offend you, please don’t buy this book.
She quirked her head to the side, confused. It was a strange way to ask her to sit on his lap. The prospect of it delighted her though. She’d already imagined being wrapped up in his arms while supported by his strong legs. She walked toward him without hesitation, noticing the censure in his gaze deepen as she grew nearer. But she did not allow his stern expression to discourage her. She felt hopeful that he would soon forgive her deception. After all, she had chosen him and she was beautiful. He didn’t yet know about her reputation or her son, so he couldn’t judge her for those things yet. One step at a time.
When she reached where he was sitting, she sat down on his lap quite provocatively and draped her arms around his neck, causing her bosom to be positioned centimeters from his face. He was to be her husband, and she had no desire to be coy with him. She drew a deep breath that raised her breasts to touch his chin and stared dolefully into his eyes, sincerely believing that her feminine wiles would cause the discussion to be less severe, if not forgotten altogether.
He inhaled sharply and closed his eyes for a moment, showing her that he was not unaffected by the close proximity of her body, but when he opened them, they were gleaming with disapproval. She saw lust there, too, but his jaw was set in determination not to allow it to sway him from the “discussion.”
“I said to lie over my lap, woman, not sit on it. You’re a peck and a half of trouble, aren’t you?” He pushed her off, took hold of her arm, and bent her over his knees face down. It happened so fast that it took a moment for her understanding to catch up with his actions. By the time she realized he intended to spank her, he’d tossed up her pretty pink skirt and petticoat. Susannah’s legs flailed in the air and her palms touched the floor. For a moment she felt like she was going to fall, but his large left hand curled firmly around her side and held her in place.
“Mr. Harrington!” she cried, squirming. “Surely you don’t intend to…” She couldn’t even say the word. Her face felt hot as her blood drained down to it and she could hear her heartbeat pumping in her ears.
“…spank you?” he finished.
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Other Spanking Romances by Amelia Smarts
Corralling Callie – Jude has his hands full with Callie. She’s sassy and disobedient, but when she puts aside her foul-mouthed, defiant façade, the real Callie is as sweet and kind as she is beautiful.
Claimed by the Mountain Man – Jack’s stern chastisement and bold mastery of her body leave Nettie begging for more, but is she truly ready to give up her freedom to be claimed by the mountain man?
His Little Red Lily – Innocent farm girl asks repeatedly to be hired as an entertainer, but the saloon owner has different ideas about where a stubborn, disobedient little girl belongs.
Fetching Charlotte Rose – A proud young woman learns lessons in love and safety when a no-nonsense man sweeps her off of her feet… and over his lap.
Amelia Smarts is a #1 Amazon bestselling author who was named Best New Spanking Romance Author in the 2016 Spanking Romance Reviews Reader's Poll. She writes kinky romance novels containing domestic discipline, spanking, and Dominance/submission. Usually her stories involve a cowboy, and they always involve a man's firm hand connecting with a woman's naughty backside. She believes it's important to tell a good story in addition to portraying hot sex and discipline scenes. For each book, she endeavors to write complex, flawed heroes and heroines who struggle, but eventually succeed, in their journey to love and happiness. A longtime lover of the written word, Amelia holds graduate and undergraduate degrees in creative writing and English. She loves to read, which allows her writing to be influenced by many different genres in addition to romance, including mystery, adventure, history, and suspense.
Wednesday, April 5, 2017
The lovely Morganna Williams is here today with her super-hot book - REWRITING THE RULES and she's sharing a sizzling excerpt too!
Ever since her last relationship ended in heartbreak, things have been going downhill for romance novelist Aurora Kane. Determined to revive Aurora’s career, her publisher Donovan Tate decides to take matters into his own hands.
Upon visiting Aurora at home and finding her wallowing in misery, Donovan makes it clear that he will be taking charge of her life, whether she likes it or not. When she tests his resolve, he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her hard and thoroughly, and she cannot help begging for more as Donovan brings her to a quivering, shameful climax after the punishment.
Donovan’s bold dominance and masterful lovemaking rekindle Aurora’s passion and inspire her writing in a way nothing else has before, but painful memories of the past still lurk in her mind. Can she dare to hope that this love story will have a happy ending?
Publisher’s Note: Rewriting the Rules contains spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
“Hide and watch, little girl,” he said as his hand clapped off her bottom over and over again while she writhed over his lap. “Do you know why I can?”
“No!” she wailed, as his hand reignited the sting from earlier.
“Yes, you do, baby girl,” he admonished softly. “I can because you’re a submissive and you need it; so much you’re dying inside and I’m a dominant and I can’t resist your need. It calls to me with your every breath. You need me to take you in hand… to spank you till you cry… then take you until you scream with pleasure in every way possible.”
“I… ooh… please…” Aurora cried as his hand continued to fall. His words so seductive… so tempting… she ached, needing everything he was promising.
“Please what?” he asked gently.
“Please spank me harder, remind me…” she whispered, knowing she would die if he stopped now.
“With pleasure,” Donovan told her as he began to bring his hand down harder and harder until the swats blurred together and her bottom began to feel like one big ache. Then he lifted her briefly to stand and bent her over the arm of the couch.
Aurora’s body was on fire; her ass burned but even worse was the fire of need he’d stirred in her blood. She moved her legs apart shivering as she heard him sliding his belt from its loops. The sound of it was delicious, the belt’s dark promise teasing all of her senses.
He was right; she needed this badly.
The first kiss of the belt left a line of fire in its wake, bringing a howl of pain from her lips but she pushed her bottom out for more. The next stroke landed on the under curve of her bottom, lifting her to her toes with its force.
Another fell just beneath the last, catching the tops of her thighs and making her breath hiss out in a gasp. Three more landed in quick succession directly on top of the first three stripes and Aurora couldn’t stop herself from crying, each stroke jolting her clit and blending pleasure with the exquisite pain the belt provided.
She continued to push her bottom out as he laid stripe after stripe up and down her bottom until she collapsed over the arm of the couch sobbing.
Aurora looked up over her shoulder as she heard the belt drop to the floor. “Please… I need…”
Donovan smiled sweetly at her. “Tell me what you need.”
She moved her legs even further apart. “I need you inside me.” Aurora laid her head back down on her arms as she felt him move behind her and the broad head of his cock nudged against her wet opening.
She groaned loudly. It had been so long and it felt so good. He slipped just the head in, slowly working just those few inches in and out of her until she wanted to scream. Aurora tried to work herself backward to take more of him inside but he held her fast.
“Polite little girls ask for what they need, Aurora,” he told her in that deliciously deep voice of his.
“Fuck me already!” she yelled.
In response he pulled completely out and rained twenty hard slaps on her already sore and swollen posterior. “Was that polite?”
“Please, sir… please fuck me… I need you so deep inside me I don’t know where you end and I begin,” she said softly. Aurora couldn’t remember a time she needed so badly to be filled.
Strong hands gripped her sore ass and spread her wide, making her groan in a combination of pain and anticipation. She actually whimpered when she felt the broad head of his cock pressed against the entrance of her weeping channel.
He eased in just a little bit of the tip and back out again and again until she thought she’d go mad. Just stretching her open over and over, then the delicious pressure sent her over the edge and she came with a soft cry.
“Good girl,” Donovan said, driving into her hard all the way to the hilt while her inner muscles spasmed.
The slam of his cock against her cervix sent her straight into another orgasm; this time he held still inside her until her body calmed around him.
“That was amazing,” Aurora said softly.
He laughed and patted her hip. “Baby, we haven’t even started; now you’re ready for a good hard fucking.”