Thursday, August 31, 2017

Sharing Backstage by Paige Parsons

Paige Parsons is here today with her book SHARING BACKSTAGE!


You won’t believe what’s going on behind the curtain.



What happens when the girl who runs from everything finally decides to stay put? 

Harper Harrison is an accomplished, independent, and vibrant young woman. As a freelance production stage manager, she's no stranger to being in charge. She knows how to get the impossible done, even if she has to take a few shortcuts for the sake of theatre magic. She has one fatal flaw, though. When things get complicated, uncomfortable, or she even thinks they might go wrong, especially in her personal life, she bolts. 

Lucas Mason is a fellow freelancer, and when they work the same show, sparks fly. They share a love of the stage and high stakes sex. They've christened nearly every location backstage unashamedly, but Harper wants more. Lucas makes every effort to keep her at arm's length. He blames it on their crazy schedules, but Harper believes something more is going on. 

They reconnect after an extended break and Harper is shocked to find out that Lucas is now her boss. He has a dominant streak that he isn't afraid to display, and she isn't a fan. Answering to Lucas takes more than a little getting used to, and after a trip or two over his knee, she decides that maybe a relationship with him is more than she bargained for, after all. 

Harper leaves town to chase her Broadway dream and to take comfort in the familiarity of her ex-boyfriend. New York isn’t home, though, and Harper has to face the truth of her situation. The easygoing man she's with isn't the one she wants or needs. Lucas is three thousand miles away, and he has no intention of chasing her. 

To have the life she wants, Harper will need to face all of her demons, confess her transgressions, and accept her punishment. It's the only way they'll ever find themselves sharing backstage again. 

Publisher’s Note: This work contains depictions of adult sexual activity and adult domestic discipline. If you would rather not be exposed to such topics, please don’t read this book.



“That is completely untrue. Every time the two of you work on a show all you do is think about what it would be like to really be together, as a full-time couple. Well, this is closer than you’ve ever been. He’s there all the time. You’re there most of the season. Maybe you can finally see what happens when you’re in the same place for longer than a few weeks. You can see what happens when you can’t run away and an easy exit isn’t possible.”

Continued silence on the other end confirmed, for Mira, that she’d hit a nerve. It wasn’t her goal to make things harder for her sister, but the girl had a stubborn streak. It didn’t matter how obvious it was to everyone else in the room, if Harper didn’t get there on her own, she wouldn’t accept it. This conversation wasn’t going to be different, but that wouldn’t keep the truth from coming out, like an erupting geyser.

“Someone has to be in charge Harper. You know that better than most. Hell, you have a job where you’re the one in charge. Your problem is you hate it when the person in charge isn’t you. We know how it goes, anyone who has the nerve to tell you no becomes the enemy. You guys have worked as partners all along. Why can’t that continue? I know you, Harper, just you remember that. I’ll let you figure out what that means on your own, but here’s some sisterly honesty for you, the real reason you’re pissed is that now he has the authority to tell you no. If you stay on, as a freelance agent, he has the power to call you to task.”

“It’s like you’re not even listening to me. Est├ís no ayuda en absoluto!”

Her phone had beeped a few more times since she’d been talking to her sister, but Harper refused to acknowledge it. Each time she glanced though she saw his number pop up. He certainly was determined.

“I can hear the line interruption too kiddo. Deal with it now or deal with it later.”

“I’m going with later.”

“Never the easy way with you; you’re the one that hates a scene. If I were you, I would remember that while I was ignoring all those calls. I love you little sister, but it might be time for you to put on those proverbial big-girl-panties.”




Paige Parsons is a creative Joan of all Trades, with her first love being theatre. Now living and working in Japan, Paige, a native New Yorker, has always loved the world of make believe. Whether reading, writing or performing she loves a good story. 

She holds an undergraduate degree in Communications-Broadcast Journalism/English-Creative Writing, a graduate degree in Elementary Education, and is ABD for her doctorate in Education-Brain Research. 

Having spent the last 25 years collecting stories around the stage as an actress, stage manager, and production manager, it is no surprise that Paige loves to tell stories, read stories, and put stories up on the stage.




Wednesday, August 30, 2017

TRAINING TIA by Isabella Laase

Isabella Laase is here today with her book TRAINING TIA!



Twenty-one-year-old Tia Malone faces an uncertain future and a lonely past with only quivering dreams to bring her satisfaction. Her desire to find the perfect companion seemed doomed from the day she left her adopted parents’ Ohio home with her aloof cat for company. Ready to start the next chapter of her life, Tia’s sassy self-awareness is turned upside down when dangerous demons force her to return to a world she struggles to remember and the powerful man she had been given to at birth.



The death of Tia’s parents forced the dominant Zane Holland to hide his little pet safely in the human world until she came of age. The time has come for him to bring her to his father’s distant castle and guide her to submission. For her safety, he must use a firm hand in teaching his adorably frustrating mate to give up her independence and adopt a rigorous training of discipline and relaxation. Only then can she access the powers that rest in her subconscious.

As they are drawn closer together, Zane becomes the man of Tia’s dreams and they connect on the most erotic levels as she submits to his delicious desires. But when his intentions are questioned, her growing power brings her choices she never imagined. As dangers from her past challenge the security of her family’s future, will Tia be able to fully submit?



PRAISE FOR TRAINING TIA


This was really a good book! I applaud the imagination the author showed coming up with this story line. I’m not usually one to read fantasy type books but … I was not disappointed! I may even give it a second read.

I just spent the last four hours reading. It was impossible to put this book down!!

I fell instantly in love with both Tia and Zane. Their strength and emotional bond was incredible. Simon was such a character!! He was strong, funny, and definitely a source to be reckoned with. You’ve got to read this.

I found this read to be an amazing adventure into the paranormal and the world of magic; one very different than I’ve ever read before. Truly, it’s a unique new take on this genre. This book will have you on the edge of your seat from the first word to the very end. There are many twists and turns in this book that I want to tell you all about but I won’t ruin any of the surprises for any other readers.

I loved how different this book was. There was magic. Warlocks. Danger. Mystery. BDSM. Love. Tia was sassy to Zane’s powerful presence, but she was more than just sassy and grew and changed. The sexy scenes sizzled! I loved the relationships (both between Tia and Zane and between Tia and Simon). They felt real. I wanted more. I hope there is more to come from this exciting world. Please Ms. Laase!!

Great paranormal read! Very well written and developed storyline. Zane and Tia are wonderful characters with lots of chemistry and very hot sex scenes. I love that Zane is an alpha dominant male yet very caring and loving with Tia even throughout her training.




Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Logan, Murder on Magnolia Island, Book One by BJ Wane

BJ is here today with her book LOGAN, Murder on Magnolia Island, Book One! 

She’s the girl next door he’s always protected. He’s the man she’s always wanted. Will the threat of a killer finally get them on the same page?



Logan Lemaster drew Melanie Barnes under his protective wing the moment he rescued her from a fall off her bike. She had been six and he thirteen and his over protectiveness didn’t abate over the next twenty years. When a good friend ends up murdered on the family’s private island following one of his and his cousins BDSM weekend parties, Melanie insists on being there to comfort Logan. Only, he hadn’t counted on the grown woman’s tenacious determination to worm her way past his defenses and into his bed. Having spent the past eight years, since Melanie reached adulthood and made her interest in expanding on their friendship known, he’d refused to jeopardize their special bond by introducing her to his kinky preferences. But he was only human, and when her grief over an assault on a co-worker sends him to comfort her, his good intentions fall to the wayside under her responsive body. As he and his cousins plan to hold another BDSM party to feel out their friends for hints about which one had betrayed them in the worst way, he tutors Melanie in his sexual preferences so she can join him. But as they grow closer, so does the killer, and when her life is threatened, Logan knew he would stop at nothing to protect her and make her his in every way. 

DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.


Melanie’s startled squeak reverberated around the yard when Logan snatched her arm, sat on the lounge and hauled her over his lap. Before she had even grasped the fact he was actually going to spank her, he had her short skirt flipped up and the matching tights yanked down, baring her butt to his gaze and the warm afternoon sun. Humiliation heated her face and tightened every muscle. She’d come over to be supportive and this was how he treated her? Then the first sharp slap resonated throughout her body, the slight sting more surprising than painful. Instant, searing arousal dampened her sheath, the warm waft of air sliding across her buttocks adding even more heat to the burn between her legs that was at odds with her mortification. How could she be embarrassed and excited at the same time?

She didn’t have time to ponder her contradictory emotions further as he landed a stinging slap on her right cheek that sent her legs kicking up and her head swiveling around. “Ow!” she exclaimed in automatic response to the much sharper pain.

“Be quiet, unless you want the neighbors to hear you. You’ve been asking for this for a long time. Deal with it.”

Logan pinned Melanie’s shoulders with his free hand and proceeded to pepper her buttocks with a quick volley of smacks, keeping them light, just hard enough to sting a little. She gritted her teeth, needing to prove to him she could take whatever he dished out, could be whatever he needed her to be in order to get and keep his attention. Her lip throbbed from biting it against the barrage of smacks he covered her entire backside with, some hard enough to urge the clenching of her buttocks in response, others just light taps that sent a zing of pleasure arrowing down between her legs. The discomfort and embarrassment were more than she had expected when watching him all those years ago, but the budding arousal blossoming with each swat was everything Melanie knew she would feel from having his hands on her. The combination of contrary sensations seemed to work together in building her response to a feverish pitch.The unexpected smack aimed at the sensitive skin of the under curve of her buttock jolted her into pleading for something she couldn’t put a name to that lay just beyond her grasp. “Logan, please.” Shifting her hips against his rock-hard thighs elicited a gush of moisture from her core and an instant wave of tingling pleasure at odds with the pulsing heat encompassing her butt.






Monday, August 28, 2017

PROTECTING HIS RUNAWAY, OWNED AND PROTECTED BOOK 2 By Measha Stone

Measha Stone is here today with her book PROTECTING HIS RUNAWAY - OWNED AND PROTECTED BOOK 2!

He didn't want to get involved, but then he found her. And now he'll do anything to protect her!



After she uncovers her wealthy father’s ties to a prominent Chicago crime family, twenty-four-year-old Addison St. Claire flees to a small town in Michigan where she hopes to start a new life. Things are not that simple, though, and she is quickly tracked down by a stern, handsome police detective who makes it clear that Addison will be coming with him whether she likes it or not. 

Detective Trevor Stringer is none too pleased at being assigned to babysit a spoiled rich girl, but he is determined to keep Addison safe, even if that means taking her over his knee for a painful, humiliating bare-bottom spanking when her defiance puts her life at risk. Despite her protests, her body’s response to his bold dominance makes it obvious that Addison is in need of a firm-handed man to keep her in line, and before long she is begging Trevor to claim her properly. 

Over the coming days, Addison learns what it means to belong to a man who will not hesitate to strip her bare and punish her thoroughly whenever he feels it necessary. Whether she is pleading desperately for the release she has been denied after a hard spanking or writhing with pleasure more intense than she can handle as she is brought to one shattering climax after another, Addison is left with no doubt that she has been mastered completely. But when she discovers that Trevor has kept an important secret from her, will she ever be able to trust him again? 

Publisher’s Note: Protecting His Runaway is a stand-alone book which is the second entry in the Owned and Protected series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book 


“Addison.” He took a calming breath and closed his eyes, not wanting to make out the curve of her breasts beneath the covers, or hear her soft breathing. “Go to sleep.”

“If you were there, that means…you’re a dominant?”

“Sleep. Now.” He inched closer to her.

“Just a top?”

He threw his hand over her midsection, pulling her to his body and nuzzling closer to her hair. The motel shampoo was heavily scented. It didn’t seem to fit on her. “Sleep.”

“You’re not embarrassed, are you?” The challenge in her voice poked his dominant side. She was teasing him. Could she be coaxing him into Topping her, at that moment?

“No, I’m not. I’m tired. And if you don’t shut your mouth, and go to sleep you’ll see how not embarrassed I am.” As a threat, it wasn’t much of one.

“Will you spank me, if I’m naughty?”






Measha Stone is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, and suspense. She lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and children, who are just as creative and crazy as her. Her vanilla writing has been published in numerous literary magazines, but she’s found her passion in erotic romance. 



Twitter: @measha_stone




Other Titles by Measha Stone 

Owned and Protected Series

Black Light Series 


Windy City Series 


Sunday, August 27, 2017

Tying the Knot (Thalia Book 4) by Jennifer Bene

Jennifer Bene is here today with her book TYING THE KNOT - Thalia Book 4!



What does happily ever after look like after so much darkness?

Over two years after the trauma of her kidnapping, and the auction that brought them together, Thalia and James are finally getting their happily ever after! Celebrating their love is a piece of wedding cake, but with the help of their wild and crazy friends from Purgatory, it’s destined to be a wedding day no one will forget.

A thrilling mix of kinky fun, laughter, surprises, and the same sexy heat you’ve come to expect from James and Thalia — Tying the Knot is the perfect conclusion to this series that has brought readers to the darkest of lows, and the highest of highs.

Now, it’s time for the light. It’s time to celebrate. It’s time to get married!



“Do you want to come, pet?” James’ voice was playful, sated from his orgasm and the act of punishment, but she was still twisted inside.

“If I’m forgiven, yes, Master, please?” she begged, trying to move beneath him, but he caught her hip to hold her still.

“You took your punishment, so of course you’re forgiven, but… I don’t know if I’m ready to let you come yet.” Lifting himself away from her, James grinned in that charmingly mischievous way, her already soaked pussy growing slick.

“I’m going to die,” she groaned dramatically, laid out on the floor in front of him as he stood, but he only laughed.

“Get up, pet. I want to touch you.”

With that temptation she almost jumped off the floor, trying not to sound too desperate. “Where would you like me, Master?”

“On the bed like I asked.” James smiled, tugging the bedding back to fold it at the bottom, leaving a clean, white expanse.

“Yes, Master.” Biting back the grin she crawled onto the bed and knelt, but he only tilted his head, gaze flowing over her curves.

“Lay down for me and spread your legs. Arms up.” James had barely finished the command before he turned away, expecting her to obey as he moved to a chair near the curtained windows — and, of course, she did. When he returned he dumped an armful of rope and leather cuffs onto the bedding between her feet. “What did I promise you earlier today, pet?”

As he attached the first cuff around one ankle she tried to sort through the chaos of her mind to remember his words. “You promised to fuck me. Hard.”

“Oh, you’re right. I did.” James grinned as he lifted a piece of rope, tying it off to the cuff before pulling her ankle to the edge of the bed. “After what, though? There was a caveat.”

Thalia whined, dropping her head. “You promised to fuck me after you made me beg, and scream, and plead. But I have, Master!”

He finished tying off one ankle, and started on the next with a devious grin on his lips. “Punishments don’t count in play, pet. You know that.” The sharp jerk of the rope made her groan as she propped herself on her elbows.

“I want you! Please?” There was no shame in her desperate tone, even as he made her lay back against the bed again, his strong grip pulling one wrist towards the headboard, wrapping the soft leather cuff tight.

“What happens when you get bossy?” James smirked at her, glancing up occasionally as he crouched to tie the rope to the bed frame.

“You make me wait longer, Master.” It took more self-control than she thought she had in the moment, but she managed to avoid rolling her eyes.

“That’s right, pet. So, will you be a good girl and be patient for me?” He asked as he walked around the end of the bed, abs shifting with each step, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as he watched her in return. Gaze hungry, an amused expression on his face, but she could tell he was thinking. Plotting.

“I promise I’ll behave.”

The low chuckle as he bound her other wrist to the bed spoke volumes about what he thought of her answer. “Tell me, are you wet?”

“Yes, Master.” The exasperation fled her voice as his fingers brushed down her stomach, and when his fingers dipped between her thighs she almost shouted in relief. He traced her pussy, dragging her wetness to her clit to start slow, purposeful circles that were just enough to amplify the tension inside her.

“You are wet, pet.” Moving his hand lower he gently slid two fingers inside her, stretching her, bucking her hips to seek just a little more friction, but it did nothing. He was torturously gentle, his thumb brushing over her clit, back and forth, teasing passes that had her thighs twitching.

Groaning in frustration she jerked against her wrist cuffs, looking up at him in desperation. When he smiled, she let out a little scream and kicked her heels into the bed. “Master!”

“Oh, pet, no patience at all.” James pulled his fingers from her and tsk’d. “Is it so terrible to have me enjoy each and every twitch of your body? Every little sound you make when you’re so wet and wanting?” Wandering to the chair in the corner, leaving her bereft of his touch, his voice had her squirming on the bed.

Wrists twisting in the cuffs she tried to think clearly through the haze of the arousal, through the dull ache of the welts across her ass. “I just want you. Please?”

“You already had me in your throat, pet. You got to feel me, to taste me…” Returning to her, he sat on the edge of the bed and traced the outside of her leg. “Was that not enough?”

The idea that he might edge her the entire night made her whine low in her chest, gritting her teeth as she fought the pathetic stream of pleas she wanted to utter. Instead, she managed a simple, “Thank you, Master. For letting me taste you.”

“Such a good girl.” Chuckling, James leaned closer, almost kissing her, and her lips parted in expectation, but he spoke instead. “Will you continue to be a good girl for me?”

“What do you want me to do, Master?” She almost didn’t finish the question before he kissed her, his fingers delving between her thighs to roll against her clit, sending her hips into jerking pulses as she sought oblivion. He continued to rub her as he broke the kiss, his breath brushing over her lips.

“I want you to obey me, and not come until I give you permission. Understand the rules, pet?” James’ pupils had dilated again, that thin ring of dark green beckoning her to the very edge of her sanity as heat coiled tight between her legs.

“Yes, Master. I understand.” It felt like damnation to speak the words, but there was no other choice. She’d already disobeyed, twice, on today of all days, and this was her chance at redemption. Yes, she was forgiven, but this was about proving to herself that she could obey, that she could show some self-control.

Of course, that idea felt completely ridiculous when he made a low sound in his chest and slid his fingers back inside her. James’ lips closed over her nipple and she arched, moaning until he bit down and a brief scream escaped her. “I love the sounds you make.”

“Master…” she sighed, trying to focus on the way he stroked at her g-spot, toes curling as he applied a little more pressure and she gasped, just in time for him to bite down once more. A zing of electric tension, fireworks popping in her nerves, making her twitch, jerk against the cuffs without even meaning to move.

Sweet agony.




(Also available in Kindle Unlimited)




Jennifer Bene is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, Suspense, Thrillers, Action & Adventure, Fantasy, Science Fiction, and Horror. While she’s been writing for years, it’s always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological storylines. Don’t worry though, she also insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after! Because without the dark, we’d never appreciate the light. 

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Saturday, August 26, 2017

A Strict Gentleman by Jaye Peaches

Jaye Peaches is here today with her new book A STRICT GENTLEMAN!


All Kelly has to do is survive one month as Sir Henry's maid.



Twenty-three-year-old Kelly Regan didn’t expect much excitement when she took a job as a curator at a historic estate, but upon encountering a beautiful, mysteriously powerful mirror she suddenly finds herself transported back to the Victorian era. 

Kelly is intrigued by the estate’s owner, the handsome bachelor Sir Henry Yarlswood, and in order to learn more about life in his household she impersonates another woman and obtains a position as his maid. But Henry is not a man who tolerates dishonestly from his staff, and after her deception is discovered Kelly’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing spanking. 

The stern punishment only increases Kelly’s desire to know more about her handsome employer, but after she is caught snooping through his personal effects she soon finds herself stripped naked for an even more shameful chastisement. Despite her sore bottom, however, she is deeply aroused by Henry’s firm-handed dominance, and when he claims her properly his masterful lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But will their blossoming romance be enough to keep her by his side, even if it means leaving her old life behind forever? 

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


Henry paused and flexed the rod before swishing it through the air a few time. It was a horrible sound, unmistakable. Her fantasy scenario of moaning girls and probing dominants with frisky fingers was nothing like the strict application of Henry’s cane.

“I wish to know, young lady,” Henry said as he continued to swish the cane through the air, “have you taken anything from this room?”

Taken? She’d looked in his journal, but not taken it. “No, sir,” she gasped.

The cane struck with a resounding thud and she drummed the palms of her hand on the seat of the chair. “No, I haven’t,” she repeated.

“Please keep your head up, Kelly. The mirror is there for both our benefits.”

He noticed she liked to look at him and he was using it to observe her too. It was an odd moment of reassurance. If he could see her face, the tears, the pained expression, he must be judging whether she was coping or on the verge of collapse. Was Henry so cruel as to want her to faint? She doubted it. Nothing she’d read in his journal, assuming he accurately portrayed his activities, implied he sought a woman’s injury or committed harmful acts. The cane stung like crazy, but it wasn’t being wielded with force, only accuracy.

She raised her head and stared at him. He nodded, then to her amazement, he stepped toward her behind and with his forefinger traced the line of the cane.

Kelly gasped, not because it hurt or made the mark throb any harder, but because it was tender and curative. For a few seconds she was thrilled, excited, and perversely aroused by that delicate touch. Now she throbbed in a new spot; her little nub was aching to be noticed.

“Because I know,” he said, stepping back, “that taken objects can be returned to their correct location without being missed.” He cracked the cane swiftly against her bottom.




I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.




Friday, August 25, 2017

Gaining Maisy by Summer Graystone

Summer Graystone is here today with her yummy book GAININIG MAISY!



Ready to start over and escape the demons of her past relationship, Maisy Dennis is hell-bent on getting in shape, building some confidence, and enjoying life. After joining a gym and hiring a personal trainer, Maisy receives more hands-on treatment than she ever dreamed possible. 

Personal trainer, Carter Lewis knows his way around the gym--and around a woman's body. No stranger to the wild world of domination, Carter can spot a woman with a deep need for total submission from a mile a way. And the beautiful, but broken Maisy is just begging for it. Now, it's Carter's turn to teach Maisy just how gorgeous and sexy she really is--if she'll just accept her curves and size for what they truly are: Sexy as hell.


Every thought left Maisy’s mind as Carter wrapped his hands around her waist to slip them into her gym shorts, cupping her ass around her panties. It seemed like he was massaging where he had just spanked and Maisy felt her bones turn to goo as his hands swept up and down her ass. Then his thumb brushed the bottom end of her pussy from the back, and Maisy moaned loudly as she clutched his chest and plastered her body against his. A move that allowed her to feel every inch of the erection resting between Carter’s legs. Maisy rubbed her thighs against it, hoping to punish him a little like he was doing to her. But apart from a slight increase in breath and a jerk of his engorged cock, Carter barely acknowledged the contact.

Then with his hand still in her ass crack, his thumb just barely edging her pussy from the back, he leaned in close to her. “If you can complete fifty sit-ups without stopping, I’ll put my tongue where my thumb is.”

Adrenaline spiked through Maisy, and at that moment she would have done a hundred sit-ups just so she could feel his tongue soothe the ache between her legs. Forgotten was the fact that, up to that point, the best she had ever been able to get to was about thirty. She quickly got on the floor, raising her knees up till she was in the position to start. Then just before she started, Carter dropped down to his knees and slid in between her legs. Normally, he would hold her by her ankles to keep her steady while her back went up and down. But today, his hands slid up her legs, caressed her thighs, then she felt the pad of his thumb circle around her aching pussy, the friction causing another wave of arousal to course through her whole body. “Remember, my tongue here if you get to fifty.”










PRAISE FOR GAINING MAISY!

“Gaining Maisy by Summer Graystone was a sweet and sexy romance novel that pulled me in from the first page. I’m a sucker for stories where the heroine is starting over and happens to meet a loving dom (like Carter—yum!!), and I thought Maisy and Carter had great chemistry and were perfect for one another. This is a fantastic read that you won’t want to put down!” ~ USA Today Bestselling Author Sue Lyndon

Hi! So my name is Summer, and I’m a part time erotica author, who attends classes during the day, and writes dirty romantic erotica by night. When I’m not in school studying photography, I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the beaches of Florida. 

Some fun facts about me are that I love apple martinis (I just turned 21, so I can’t get enough of them) and I love Star Wars, The Vampire Diaries, the Originals, The Walking Dead and Smallville. I’m a gamer girl too. Animals are close to my heart, and I have a 3-month-old bearded dragon named Yoda (he’s green and white) and a spaz of a dog named Nala who is a Terrier/Pomeranian mix, but I digress. 

My favorite thing to do is to write sexy stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end. 


Thursday, August 24, 2017

A Well Placed Wish by Allysa Hart


Allysa Hart is here today with her new book A WELL PLACED WISH!



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“You, little girl, need a Daddy.” Callum’s voice echoed.
“Yeah? Are you applying for the position?” I shot back with all of the sass I had.
Approaching me, he took my wrists in a tight hold, backed me against the wall and pinned my hands above my head. “Consider me the only applicant, because no one touches what’s mine. And you are most definitely mine.”
With one hand holding me still he used the other to lift up my night shirt and expose my breasts. I took in a sharp breath as his thumb zeroed in on my nipple and teased. His eyes stayed trained on mine as he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my breathing labored. Luckily, his hold stayed fast because when his gentle teasing turned to sharp pinches, my knees buckled.
His lips found my neck and he chuckled sending vibrations straight to my pussy. “My girl likes it rough, huh?”
I whimpered in need.
“Don’t cry, baby. Daddy is going to put out that little fire. Be a good girl and keep your hands where I put them.”
Nodding, I bit my lip as his eyes darkened.
“The correct answer is always, ‘yes, Sir.’”


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I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days.

I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.



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Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Her Alpha Cowboy By Mary Wehr

Mary Wehr is here today with her new book HER ALPHA COWBOY!



When she is caught stealing from the mercantile in a small Texas town, eighteen-year-old orphan Josephine Bolton faces the prospect of a jail sentence, but she is saved by the intervention of a local rancher who mistakes her for a boy and convinces the sheriff that some hard, honest work would be better for “Joe” than being brought before a judge and jury. 

Logan West has even less patience for lying than he does for thieving, and when he discovers that he has unwittingly brought a beautiful young woman back to his ranch he puts Josephine over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly for her deception. 

Despite her best efforts to ignore her attraction to Logan, the stern punishment leaves Josephine longing for the gruff, handsome cowboy to take her in his arms and claim her properly, and when he asks her to marry him she agrees. But after their wedding, Josephine cannot help wondering whether Logan proposed to her merely to keep up appearances. When she decides to run away again, will her firm-handed husband come looking for his naughty wife and bring her home? 

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


The heroine, Josephine, manages to take off a second time from the hero, Logan even after he saves her from going to jail. (That's gratitude for ya) lol I hope you enjoy :)

Josephine smiled. The fact that the world stood before her was both daunting and exciting at the same time. A warm breeze caressed her face and she let go of her worries, but only for a moment. The rumble of pounding hooves echoing from behind snapped her back to reality. She reined in the mare and shifted in the saddle just in time to see a man with broad shoulders gaining on her. Here we go again.

“Okay, mare, it’s time to hightail it out of here. Be a good horsey now.” She tapped the animal’s sides and off they went. A sharp, piercing whistle split the air and the mare immediately slowed to a trot then stopped altogether.

“No, no, please don’t stop.” Josephine coaxed and pleaded, but the animal wouldn’t budge. Damn.

As soon as Josephine slipped to the ground, the mare took off in the direction of the ranch. “Traitor,” she mumbled and broke into a run. If she could reach the distant tree line she could hide.

Suddenly her feet were peddling nothing but air. Her belly hit the saddle with such force it knocked the wind out of her.

“Let me go.”

“No way, you little horse thief.”

Horse thief? This was it. In no time she’d be decorating a cottonwood for sure.

Josephine’s life flashed before her eyes. “Are you going to hang me?” Her stomach rolled. She imagined her body dangling from a tree and vultures picking apart her dead carcass.

“No, Joe, I won’t hang you. Once I find a nice sturdy log you’re going over my knee for a bare bottom spanking.”

“Like hell I am!” A complete stranger looking at her ass? No way. She’d throw herself from the horse before she’d let him spank her. With a burst of adrenaline she wriggled and writhed.

“That’s enough.” The whack to her backside shocked her and she went still, giving Logan time to rein in the big horse and drop to the ground. He plucked her from the saddle.

“Put me down!”

“Nope.”

Pinning her to his side once again, he carried her to a fallen log.

Josephine’s eyes widened. This was truly happening. He intended to spank her. Out in the open. Right now. She slapped at his legs.

“No, no, you can’t do this.”

“You deserve this, Joe, and you know it. You’re in dire need of a bare bottom whipping and I aim to see it done.” He sat down and tossed her over his lap.

Realizing that her virtue was about to go up in smoke along with her behind if she didn’t stop him, she sank her teeth into the back of his leg. Logan yowled, but didn’t loosen his hold.

“Please don’t do this, I swear you’ll regret it.”

Her wrists were caught and secured at her lower back. “Regret it? Not on your life. You just bit me, you little shit.”

Josephine giggled hysterically. Dear heavens, she was losing her sanity.

“You think it’s funny?”

* * *

Furious, Logan yanked down her pants. When he got a closer look at his intended target, blood rushed to his cock. These pale rounded cheeks and pink flesh in between did not belong to a boy. Damn! Joe was a dang female. This deliberate transgression was far worse than lying about her age.

Even though his hand itched to throw caution to the wind and deliver what he’d promised, Logan tempered his anger.

As fast as her pants had been peeled to her ankles, he pulled them back up as far as he could and pushed her off his lap. The brat let out a startled squeak and sat in the dirt with her legs spread. Logan caught a glimpse of blonde curls before she scrambled to her feet and hid the captivating view.

“You are a brute.” Her chest heaved with each breath.

Logan’s gaze dropped to her chest. Nothing to see. The bulky shirt hid the size of her bosoms. Big tits or small, he didn’t care. A nicely rounded spankable ass was more to his tastes.

She certainly looked ready for a fight. Fists clenched tight, eyes snapping blue fire. Matching him stare for stare. Lust slammed him in the gut. The thought of her kneeling on all fours with that ass high in the air while he fucked her from behind made him break out in a sweat. He shook his head vigorously. No use. The tempting image remained.

Logan slowly got to his feet. He regarded the impudent young lady standing a few yards away from him and couldn’t decide whether to throttle her or kiss that luscious pink mouth.

Christ, three times in one day he had tackled her to the ground believing he’d been putting his hands on a wet-behind-the-ears young boy. Never before had he manhandled a female in such callous disregard. His father would have taken a stick to him.

Logan propped one booted foot on the log and crossed both arms over his knee. “I may be a bully, but you, little girl, are a brat. You have no idea how much trouble you’re in, do you?”

She tossed back her head, refusing to answer.

“But first you’re going to tell me why you felt the need to disguise yourself as a boy.”

Her chin tilted in defiance. In a way she reminded him of Ella when she got in a mood, but the current dilemma in his pants had nothing to do with brotherly love. Joe was not his sister and his cock had reacted instantly to her charms.

“You got a pretty ass, Joe,” he snarled.