Tuesday, February 27, 2018

MASTER ME, PLEASE by BJ Wane

BJ Wane is here today with her book, MASTER ME, PLEASE!



Krista Matthews thought nothing could be harder than losing her husband and Master to suicide until the man he’d entrusted her care to left her also. By the time Dr. Dax Hayes returned from an overseas, volunteer medical tour, she thought she was over his deflection and ready to re-immerse herself in the BDSM world she needed and missed so much without his help. One scene proved how wrong she was and after Master Dax’s timely rescue, she agrees to let him tutor her back into the lifestyle. She hadn’t counted on her growing feelings for the strict Dom or his refusal to take her over completely, like she craved.

Dr. Dax Hayes fell for Krista Matthews the minute he looked into her blue eyes and saw the sated, content look she shared with her husband, Dr. Kurt Matthews. He managed to keep his feelings and lust under control until his friend and colleague asked him to join him in gifting Krista with a menage for her birthday. Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to resist, Dax succumbs to the temptation of this one-time scene, never realizing where it would lead. A year later, after sealing his fate with a questionable act, he flees on a guilt trip only to return and discover nothing had changed-he still wanted Krista Matthews with an ache that wouldn’t be assuaged by anyone else. 

Unable to resist stepping in when she gets herself in trouble, Dax again gives in to temptation and aids the one woman he can never have back into the lifestyle her submissive nature needed. When Krista learns the truth, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?

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.


A light mist began to fall that neither of them heeded as Dax belabored her butt with a volley of hard swats, the blossoming, throbbing welcome pain stripping Krista of all defenses. She didn’t want the need that flared to life with the fire in his vivid gaze, and turning her back on it, and him hadn’t gotten her far. All it had taken was the light pressure of his hand on her throat and his deep voice giving her a choice that was really no choice at all. She was beginning to think she hadn’t had a choice where Master Dax was concerned since the night Kurt invited him into their home. The connection had always been there, those erotic hours just cemented it. That night hadn’t threatened her marriage or altered her feelings for her husband, but had ignited an ember that flared into a flame the night he rescued her at The Dungeon and put his hands on her again.

Her buttocks swelled under his pelting hand, the cool, light rain keeping the heat level down, but not her response. She leaned into the hand wrapped around her throat, loved the tight constraint that proved his mastery over her and reminded her how much she’d missed wearing a collar.

“You drove me to this,” he growled in her ear, pressing his erection against her throbbing cheeks. “I can’t turn back, can’t resist you again, even though I know I should.”

He palmed one sore buttock and nipped her earlobe as she asked, “Why?” not understanding.

“Because this can’t end well for either of us. Just remember I warned you of that, because there’s no going back now,” he rasped.

The deep thrust of three fingers drove Krista to her toes and tore a gasp from her tight throat. And then his cock was there, pushing past her swollen pussy lips, her copious juices easing his way. A booming thunder clap rent the still night as he filled her with one, fully penetrating surge. She pushed against the damp glass to aid her balance, watching his intent face in the clear pane as he drove into her over and over.

So long, it’s been so long, was all she could think as she embraced his rough possession and basked in the pleasure on his face reflected in the glass. That look alone would’ve been enough for her, but added to the driving, steady force of his thick, rigid length, back and forth over her clit and up and down her sheath, she found herself on the cusp of climax within moments. She’d be sore tomorrow, his size alone ensured that. When added to the rough urgency behind his fucking, she’d be lucky if she could walk. And she wouldn’t have it any other way. 





  

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.








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Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Conquered by the Viking By Ashe Barker

Ashe Barker is here today with her new book, the absolutely superb CONQUERED BY THE VIKING!




Eighteen-year-old orphan Merewyn has seen enough of Vikings to know she hates them, so she is furious when a band of shipwrecked Norsemen force their way into her home. Despite her best efforts to drive them away, their leader makes it clear they intend to stay for the winter. To her surprise, he also takes an interest in her well-being, and when Merewyn attempts to run off and fend for herself the battle-hardened warrior strips her bare for a painful, humiliating switching.

Despite his willingness to chastise her so shamefully, Merewyn cannot deny that these men are not the savage barbarians she expected, and she does not object when the huge, handsome brute who so recently punished her takes her in his arms and claims her hard and thoroughly. As the weeks pass, Merewyn's uninvited guest masters both her body and her heart ever more completely, but does he plan to truly make her his or will she be left behind when he sails home?

Publisher's Note: Conquered by the Viking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

AUTHOR SYNOPSIS:
Can Merewyn overcome her natural fear of the mighty Viking warlord who has invaded her Celtic home? She's encountered his kind before and has first hand experience of the brutality of these ferocious Nordic raiders. Why should this blond invader be any different?


His voice had hardened, the shift almost imperceptible but enough to impel Merewyn to obedience. She tilted her head back for his ministrations, acutely conscious of the cooling air which now caressed her naked breasts. Her nipples swelled and hardened in the draught. Merewyn prayed that he might not notice, though she knew he would.

This Viking missed nothing.

He poured the clean water over her hair, lifting the long tresses to dunk them in the water before applying the soap. He massaged the lather into her scalp, his fingers working large, firm circles on her sensitised flesh. Despite the embarrassing state of her nipples, not to mention the peculiar clenching at her core which she was quite unable to control, Merewyn was mortified when she let out an involuntary moan.

"I am sorry, I did not mean--"

"It is not a problem. Please, relax, make such sounds as you wish."

"I would not wish you to think that I... I..."

"That you are enjoying this?"

"Yes."

"I know that you are, but we need not dwell upon that fact if you prefer not to."

"Thank you," she whispered.

"And this? Do you like this also?" He shifted his fingers to the nape of her neck just as he had done before, and proceeded to caress the delicate skin there.

Merewyn opted not to respond, though her nipples tightened even more and heat furled at her core.

She should have protested when his fingers once again crept over her shoulders, kneading and squeezing until she believed she might expire with the sheer pleasure of it. Her muscles stretched and loosened, the stress of recent days falling away. There was something almost magical in his touch, a knowing, practised ease. He seemed to understand her body's needs better than she did.

Merewyn lay still as he continued his exploration, his clever fingers moving lower, across her chest to find her puckered nipples.

She gasped, tried to find the words to beg him to stop but this time they would not come. He rolled the pebbled nubs between his fingers and thumbs, his touch gentle but firming as she writhed in the water. He squeezed, almost to the point of pain, then relaxed his grip and circled the sensitive peaks with his fingertips.

"Does this feel good, little Celt?"

Merewyn closed her eyes, and nodded. Heat furled within her belly, spreading and blooming. She ached, deep down, between her thighs in that secret place which only she knew of. She fought the urge to reach down, as she did occasionally in the warm privacy of her bed, to seek out that exact spot where pleasure was to be found.

It was as though he was somehow privy to her most secret thoughts, her most intimate yearnings. His right hand ceased to tease and tantalise her nipple and instead he reached down into the water, between her legs to find that precise place. He was unerring, it was as though he knew exactly what would arouse her and drive her wild with desire. His fingers parted her folds and settled on the small nub which lay concealed there.

He rubbed. He flicked it with his finger tip. He slid his digits on either side and traced the outline, then he explored lower, found the entrance to her body and dipped the tip of one finger inside.

Never, when she had touched herself, had she felt like this. Not even remotely. Utterly wanton in her response, Merewyn bucked in his embrace. She lifted her arm from the water to drape it back and around his neck as though to anchor herself. He murmured something in her ear, incomprehensible words in his native tongue. She did not understand but her arousal built and bloomed anyway. It was as though her body were no longer her own but his to control. He stroked her again, caressed that sensitive bundle of nerves until she could bear it no more.

"Please..." her voice was ragged, her breath shallow. "Please do not..."

"Do you wish me to stop, little Celt?"

Yes. No. She could find no words, so merely hung on as her inner muscles contracted and clenched.

Mathios placed his thumb over her pleasure bud at the same time as he plunged his fingers into her cunny. It was too much. Her senses were totally overwhelmed, her body weightless, floating as white light exploded behind her eyes. She shook with the power of her body's response. Wave after wave of carnal pleasure washed though her, starting at her core where his fingers still worked their sorcery and flowing right out to the ends of her fingers and toes.


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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 around seventy 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.











Or you can email her direct on ashe.barker1@gmail.com

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Taming His Virgin Wife – Devil Creek Ranch Book 1 by Olivia Starke

Olivia Starke is here today with her new book - Taming His Virgin Wife (Devil Creek Ranch Book 1)




Melody:
I never expected forever when I married Lucas all those years ago. It was a dare, encouraged by one too many vodka shots. It’s surprising neither of us annulled the marriage. But the truth is, I can’t be a wife, not to any man, not even to sweet, wonderful Lucas, thanks to the monsters of my past that still haunt me to this day. 

By some miracle, when I was desperate to save my brother, Lucas reappeared in my life. Lucas, who’d helped me so many times in the six months I’d shared his home as a sixteen-year-old foster kid. I had little choice but to take his offer—move with him to his Wyoming ranch and be his wife, for real this time. Lucas doesn’t know the reason I need the money, and it’s a secret I can’t tell. 

Lucas: 
Running into Melody in an Iowa bar seemed like fate. And when I heard she’s in trouble, I have to help her, because I’ve always felt protective over Melody. In my heart, she’s always been mine. 

Now, that she’s with me at Devil Creek Ranch, I find it impossible to ignore the feelings I’ve carried for her since I was a seventeen-year-old kid. I want a wife, a partner in life as well as in my bed, but I know Melody is hiding something from me. Something I fear may drive us apart in the end.


Publisher’s Note: This sweet romance contains elements of power exchange, adult language and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.



“Melody.” Her name was a raspy whisper.

She closed her eyes, trying to shut him out. But it was no use, his scent filled her head, the memory of his skin and muscles on her fingertips. She heard him shift, then his hand touched her cheek.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She bit her lower lip, trembling.

“Look at me,” he said.

She forced her eyes open. He was inches from her. She waited for the kiss she craved, and sagged toward him. His thumb brushed her mouth.

“I can’t help myself when it comes to you, Mels.”

And then his lips brushed hers. A light, testing touch. A kiss that asked permission, and Melody waited, listening for the screaming monsters in her mind. The fireplace crackled, and the old ranch home creaked as it settled. A moment of silence and freedom from the ghosts of the past and she took advantage. She pressed forward, daring to touch his jaw. The day’s growth of beard rasped against her palm. He cupped the back of her head, taking the kiss further.

The tip of his tongue trailed over her top and bottom lip, and she opened to him, touching his tongue with hers. She’d avoided this type of kissing with other men, and this brand-new kind of intimacy thrilled her. He led her in the kiss, and she eagerly followed, until it became a fevered exploration. Then she was on her back, and he was over the top of her. His fingertips trailed fire around her aching nipple, their kisses growing sloppy, desperate.

She moaned, arching her back, wanting everything he had to offer.






Olivia is an editor, book hoarder, cat wrangler, horse whisperer, and professional storyteller. She lives in the beautiful Missouri Ozarks and can often be found outside, enjoying the country life.











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Monday, February 19, 2018

Violated: A dark sci-fi romance by Aria Adams

Aria Adams is here today with her new book - Violated: A dark sci-fi romance!




Isla

I can barely remember my life before I was taken to the breeding facility. For two years, I've been kept naked and helpless as they probed me, violated me, and used me.

But this new doctor seems different than the ones before him. He has dragged me from my broken shell and captured my attention so that I truly blush as he examines me. When I attempt to escape he punishes me harshly, but the pain and humiliation leave me burning with need. I've even begun to think he might care about me.

Adam

I didn't plan to fall in love with one of the girls held captive here. I have no more choice about my role in all of this than she does. But to keep her safe, I will have to teach her to obey.

I will make her surrender completely. I will make her mine. Then we will find a way to leave this terrible place forever.

Publisher's Note: Violated: A Dark Sci-Fi Romance is a stand-alone novel which is the first book in the Stolen Future series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.


When I got to the door, Adam left me there. So much for being on my side. I was abandoned, but I wasn’t alone. Although I was completely powerless, I had a baby to protect. I had to take whatever the men gave out. I had to submit, even though my soul screamed for help that wouldn’t come, and every inch of my body wanted to flee and hide. There was nowhere to hide. The machines, the guards, or the doctor would find me and bring me back here. Then I would be in trouble. On the other hand, if I pleased the men behind the door, they might not treat me so harshly as to make me lose my baby. I focused on that as the door opened, and I cast my eyes down.

The floor was black polished tile, the same as everywhere else in the facility, but in here, there were rugs laid down, with intricate patterns in red and gold.

Before I had to be told, I walked carefully to the low table where two wineglasses awaited, and I dropped to my knees with what I hoped was grace, but given that I still struggled to move easily, and that even the small amount of movement around Adam’s room had made my whole body ache with stiffness, I probably looked like a spider on roller skates.

Remembering my next instruction, I cupped the base of the bottle, which was heavier than the one I’d practiced with, and I held it out, keeping my eyes on the floor the whole time. A pair of boots stood before me. I reflexively wanted to look at him, but I didn’t dare.

“The doctor wasn’t lying when he said he was training you. Did he teach you to suck cock, yet?” The man plucked the bottle from my hands and I wasn’t sure whether to move or not, so I remained still, hands outstretched.

“No, he didn’t,” I replied. A sharp pain accompanied a force that flung my face sideways, and I was knocked to the rug.

“Get up. Kneel.”

“Sorry,” I said, scrambling to obey. Another pain exploded in my face as I fell again. What had I done wrong? Part of me knew the question was a pointless one. These men clearly didn’t need a reason to hurt me. That I even slightly thought that people shouldn’t treat me like this meant that the doctor had somehow changed my outlook on life, even though he was one of them. It was that illusion of kindness that made this situation harder to bear.

“You are to address us as ‘master’ at all times,” one of them said. I think his name was Ifan. It was hard to concentrate when my face stung where one of the men had hit me.

“Sorry, Master,” I said, as tears streamed down my face of their own accord. 


Amazon buy link: https://www.amazon.com/Violated-Sci-Fi-Romance-Stolen-Future-ebook/dp/B079VMPJXG/
Available on Amazon as ebook and KU.

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Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Between Despair and Ecstasy Book 3 of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy by Daryl Devoré

Daryl Devoré is here today with her book - Between Despair and Ecstasy Book 3 of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy!



Concerned for his fiancée’s safety, rock star Darien Scott races to Bangkok to protect Erika Bailey, only to discover his brother is missing. Fearing the worst, he contacts his nemesis, Gan, and makes a repulsive deal that will free his brother and protect Erika’s club, The Pink Flamingo. Or so he thinks. When a python and Gan are involved, things go sour, and Darien sinks into a deep depression.

Erika is disheartened by the betrayal of her parents. Her father's destruction of her club and the humiliation of her mother’s drunken behavior have her feeling down, but those are the least of her worries. She has a wedding to plan, but won’t. Having been betrayed too often, she’s scared to trust Darien.

How can Erika prove to herself and Darien that she loves and trusts him? Simple. All she has to do is jump out of a plane.


“Yeah, I was a bit tired.” Darien waggled his eyebrows. “But now I’ve had a power nap, and my batteries are all charged up.” He lowered his mouth and pressed a soft kiss against her lips.

A small groan rumbled in her throat.

He pulled back, stroking his hand across her cheek. “What I love about you is how hot you make me and how wired you can get. Your eyes. There’s still a burning hunger in there. Your nipples are still swollen, and if I touch you…” He skimmed a finger across her bush. Her hips jerked. “See. You’re still on fire.”

“Yes!” Ericka dropped her head back onto the pillow. “I’ve had two of the most mind-blowing orgasms, but my body is craving you. Your touch. You deep inside me.”

He kissed her throat and down to her chest. He reached for both breasts, tweaking and pulling her nipples.

“Oh. Every time you touch me. I just…more.”

“More what? What do you need?”

She pushed his shoulders down. “Touch me. Lick. Suck. I need you.”

He moved down her body and settled between her legs.

Erika closed her eyes and waited, her body charged, ready to respond. She held her breath waiting for that first touch. Would he lick her? Suck her? Nip her clit?

Her hands roamed over her body, down her sides, across her stomach, and up over her breasts. That didn’t fill the need to feel his touch on her. She squirmed against the bed, pulling her legs up and opening her knees wider, giving him access to her.

Still he didn’t touch her. Heat built inside. She pulled long deep breaths. She lifted her head and glared down at him. He met her gaze and grinned, but didn’t touch her. How dare he refuse? Her hunger needed to be fed. She raised her legs and hips and dropped them over his shoulders, positioning her pussy next to his mouth. “Please, Darien. Please. One touch and I’ll scream.”

Darien lapped his tongue along her clit in a single stroke. She grabbed the pillow and released a loud hiss. “Again.”

He repeated his move. She repeated her reaction.

She placed her feet on his shoulders and pushed away. “On your back.”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”











What inspired you to write your first book?

My gr 10 Creative Writing teacher. We had to write a chapter 1 and he told me to keep going instead of doing the other writing projects. By the end of the semester I had finished it.

Do you have a specific writing style?

I don't think so. I just write the story the way it presents itself to me.

How did you come up with the title?

I usually ask for help. I have some very creative friends.

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

The one I am writing on doesn't have a name yet. But the next is a Christmas short and will be released in Dec and is called – Love in the Key of C.

Tell us something you hate doing. Why?

DISHES!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm an only child so they was never a time I could pawn the job off on a sibling.

Tell us something nobody knows about you.

If I do, then everyone will know about it.

Have you ever jumped out of a plane?

Why would anyone jump out of a perfectly good plane?

But funny enough, in this book the heroine has to.

Do you use a pseudonym? If so how did you choose it?

Yes, actually I have two? The one I made up, it just popped into my head and the other – I asked for help from writer's group.


Daryl Devoré (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She's touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She's been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life's an adventure and Daryl's having fun living it.





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Monday, February 12, 2018

An Unexpected Nanny by Constance Masters

Constance Masters is here today with her new book  An Unexpected Nanny!





Vi was looking for a special kind of love but what if she could have so much more?

Vi: 

My childhood wasn’t the best. Luckily for me, my grandmother came to my rescue. She helped me through the hardest decision I’d ever made. Suddenly, that decision may be in jeopardy. I made a phone call to connect with a person affected by my decision, and an opportunity fell in my lap. One, that could put to rest my concerns, and offer endless possibilities. Who knew it would turn into something I thought would never happen to me? 

Curtis: 

I lost my wife to cancer and am struggling to raise my daughter alone. I’m a doctor and my schedule is hectic at best, I need a nanny that can make a connection with my daughter and care for her. I’ve fired a few nannies already, they were unable to put my daughter or myself at ease. I’m hoping the woman I’m going to interview will be our solution. Who knew we would connect with a spark of something more? 

Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of domestic discipline and sensual scenes. If these offend you, please do not purchase.

“Arms up.” he said.

“You want me naked?” Okay, she got being naked for a spanking when you were already that way. Making her undress in front of him, not for sex but for the specific purpose of a spanking was kind of embarrassing.

“Now, you’re shy! Yes, take off all your clothes.”

“I don’t know if I'm comfortable with that, what if I don’t, undress I mean?” He couldn’t make her, could he? Physically he could, but that would maybe be more embarrassing than doing it herself. In this instance anyway.

“Then I will do it for you.”

Yep there was that. “No, I’ll do it myself.” Her disgusting stockings with the holes went first, saving her dress and panties for last, to preserve what was left of her modesty. Vi saw a chance here for a lightening of the mood so to speak. She danced around in a circle, struggling with the zipper dramatically until she’d almost turned herself inside out. It was then she realized, the zipper wasn’t coming down and her act was more than a mere show. All the while she watched Curtis’ reaction to her antics. If he was amused, he kept it well hidden.

“Would you like me to help?” he asked.

His tone was snippy at best. “If you could just undo my zipper, please.” She backed up, so he could slide down the offending fastener, offering what she hoped was an enticing wiggle.

“Get on with it, Viola.” He slid down the zip.

Sadly, it wasn’t enticing enough apparently, maybe a little more hip action. Released from her trap finally, she pushed aside the fog that was slowing her movements and confusing her brain and upped the ante. If she was going to be forced to do this, she may as well give him a real show. She swung her hips and shimmied out of the dress while humming the only vaguely stripper like tune she knew, thanks to her grandma’s taste in music, Big Spender. “Would you like to have fun, fun, fun,” she sang seductively.

Curtis took her by the wrist and tossed her over his knee. “You,” he said, landing a very hard smack to the back of her panties, “are your own worst enemy.” He punctuated each word with a very hard slap.

“Ow, I was just trying—”

“I know exactly what you were trying. Now, you’ll see where that got you.” He didn't speak again.

Vi yelled blue bloody murder as his hand bounced from one cheek to the other and back again. “Stop it you big bully!” she cried. “You’re hurting me!” She kicked so hard trying to get away that she almost fell over. As suddenly as it started, the spanking stopped. Was that it? Thank goodness, her backside was burning. “That hurt,” she said with a pout. “Thank you for stopping.” She waited for him to help her to her feet, but it didn't happen.

“Stopping? In your dreams, sweetheart. I’m only just getting started.”




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Constance Masters is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author. 

She writes romantic spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance. 

Constance has always been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It's a lot like her life.
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Friday, February 9, 2018

Goldie’s Surrender (An Adult Fairy Tale) by Felicity Brandon

Felicity Brandon has a brand new book out!! GOLDIE'S SURRENDER is a sizzling adult fairy tale guaranteed to leave you breathless and on the edge of your seat. Three hot, unique and bone-melting heroes with an even hotter secret have only one question: Who’s been sleeping in their bed?

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.


Author synopsis:

The fairy tale is true…

Goldie Locks is very real, a young, over-indulged woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and influence. 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. Little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods, and what they will do when they find her asleep in their bed…

In this unique erotic tale, we follow the story of Goldie’s awakening, discovering how the masterful owners of the cottage take her in hand, and offer her a taste of something different – a life where she is cherished, rather than used. For her part, Goldie learns a thing or two about herself along the way, particularly how hot and aroused she finds the shameful spankings she receives at the hands of her dominant captors. But can the pampered princess really give up her life of riches, and surrender to the will of these three strange men, and what will happen when all of their secrets are finally revealed?


“Why are you being spanked, little fawn?” Logan’s voice rings out from above me.

“I was selfish and reckless, sir,” I reply, repeating his earlier words back to him, and praying inwardly that they will suffice.

“Correct,” he answers me, just before the third swat strikes me. I feel the sting as it lands, warming the area in that dull ache I remember. “You will never. Ever. Put. Yourself. In. Danger. Again!” He accentuates each word with a new spank to my helpless backside, and I yelp, squirming at the sudden ferociousness of the onslaught.

“Are we clear, little fawn?” Logan roars from over me.

I pant in response, the arousal and embarrassment burgeoning inside of me. “Yes, sir,” I gasp. “I’m sorry.”

“Not yet,” he tells me as he spanks me again. “But you will be, Goldie. We are going to do what your Daddy should have done years ago. You will be punished soundly until you are contrite, and then you will be loved and comforted.”










Felicity Brandon is a #1 international bestseller of erotic spanking romance.

She’s been reading and writing for many years, and loves to delve into the psychological intensity of sexual submission. She has written erotic titles in contemporary, historical and fantasy genres.

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Thursday, February 8, 2018

Imperfect Monster by Jennifer Bene

Jennifer Bene is here today with her book - Imperfect Monster!



Cold, ruthless, vicious. 

I’m Paulo García’s monster, and I’d swallowed that bitter pill whole, learned to deal with it… until she stormed into the house like some avenging Valkyrie. 

Brave, stupid, beautiful. 

Nicky just wants to save her brother. She showed up with an envelope full of cash and a smart mouth and found herself in a den of monsters. I wish I could say I was the best of them, I wish I could say I wanted to protect her — but I’m far from perfect and she’s so damn sweet. 

And all I want is a taste before this world destroys her. 


Switching my hands to her hips I yanked her down the table, splitting her thighs around me, exposing her pink folds. Not wet. Yet. I could get her there. Nicky panicked when I ripped open the button to my pants, crying harder and trying to turn away. I almost flipped her onto her belly, but I wanted to see her face. Needed to.

I wrapped my arm around her thigh to hold her where I wanted her as I shoved everything out of the way, groaning in my chest as I wrapped a fist around the base of my cock. So tantalizingly close to her pussy. It would take so little effort to shove in, to hold her down… condom. After digging in my pocket I tore the foil between my teeth and rolled it on.

“No, no, no…” Nicky was pulling back, withdrawing, her eyes clenched tight as she shook her head back and forth on the table. “Why? I didn’t do anything—” She was crying again, her voice tinted with the pathetic sound of it. “I didn’t do anything to you!”

There was a twinge in my chest, somewhere inside the inky blackness eating away at everything except the urge to own her, to take her while she was still her. Before Diego could have her, before Paulo ruined her. Her next sob was like a ripple in the black, and I ripped her up from the table, fist buried in her hair. Eyes open, wide and afraid on mine.

“Please,” she whispered, close enough to my face that I felt her exhale. Another shudder in the black, a flicker of something almost human.

I crushed her to my chest, my other arm moving around her waist to hold her in place so I could roll my hips against her, rubbing my latex-clad cock against her soft flesh. Her hair smelled like sunlight, warm and summery, and I clenched my jaw as I brushed my stubble against her neck. Women were always nervous in my bed, a hint of fear as they wondered what I’d do to them, and more often than not there was pain along with the pleasure. I didn’t do gentle, I couldn’t, but they always signed up for it. They wanted to taste the darkness. Nicky had just wanted to save her brother. Feeling the shiver rush through her muscles, the grip of her thighs around my hips, the hitched expansion of her ribs — it was perfect. She was perfect, and I didn’t want to ruin it… did I?

More importantly, could I stop myself?


Amazon → http://mybook.to/ImperfectMonster (Goes live on 1/20. Available for pre-order, and will be available in Kindle Unlimited) 




Jennifer Bene is a USA Today bestselling author of dark romance. She’s been in the Amazon Top 50, and had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, Suspense, Thrillers, Horror, and more. 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 story lines. Don’t worry though, she always insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after, because without the dark we'd never appreciate the light.



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