Friday, December 29, 2017

The Smuggler’s Bride by Vanessa Brooks


Vanessa Brooks is here today with her book THE SMUGGLER'S BRIDE!




Back by popular demand Vanessa Brooks bring you book four of her popular risqué Georgian romances.

Once again we meet old friends and new! The naughty ladies of the spanked wives society manage to get themselves embroiled in yet another tangled mess.

Primrose Latimer has a fiancé to be proud of, a gentleman destined to become Lord Trewithe of Pencullen House in Cornwall but a case of mistaken identity scuppers her chances of ever becoming his Lady wife. Her hopes and aspirations dashed, she is determined that the man who has ruined her, a Cornish smuggler, shall pay dearly for her losses.

However, fate and Jago Poldrunne have other plans for Primrose, as swirling sea mists and smugglers abound! 


If fast paced, romantic, humorous romps, featuring strong, handsome commanding gentlemen are not your thing – then please do not buy this seductive, 18th century romance!


They were ensconced together within his cabin. He in his captain’s chair with her tossed cosily across his lap, doing her utmost to avoid his correcting palm with absolutely no success. Strangely Jago could not remember the last time he’d enjoyed himself quite so much. She was a comely baggage, albeit one with a sharp tongue. Although she deigned to show no fear, he had to admire her courage in what must be a singularly frightening situation for her. He continued to raise his arm, bringing it down with strong emphasis, until she slumped dejectedly across his knee. Only then did he lower his hand to rest upon her rounded posterior. Gently he massaged her heated globes, she moaned, unconsciously shifting her hips upward to meet his soothing palm.

Interview with Jago Poldrunne:

“Hello you’re Jago Poldrunne aren’t you? It’s very nice to meet you.” Bloody hell, this man is gorgeous! Furiously fanning face!
‘An’ who might you be?’
“Vanessa Brooks, It is very nice to meet you.”
‘What d’you want wench?’
“I’d like to interview you. I would be very grateful if you could spare me the time to answer a few questions.”
‘Did Primrose put you up to this? Are you married to an Excise man? What exactly is it that you want to know?’
“I have no connection with any Excise men neither does my husband I assure you and Primrose had nothing to do with this but I’m curious, what would you have done if she had been involved?”
‘Did no one tell you that curiosity killed the cat missy -Carry on with these personal questions and you might wish you hadn’t found out the answers, Mistress brooks.’
“Um, okay, well would mind just telling me a little something about yourself please?”
‘I’m a Cornish man, born and bred and proud of it. My father t’were Squire of Poldrunne but he died a couple of years ago so now I am Squire. The people of Cornwall relied too heavily upon tin mining and for an age our children ate and had clothes upon their back. Then came cheaper tin imports from abroad and our mines began to close. This caused terrible hardship and starvation, no one seemed to care that the people of Cornwall were dying. Men turned back to the sea. Some returned to a life of fishing while others turned to smuggling but the important thing was our people lived and filled their bellies once again. O’course there was other means to feed a family. Evil men took to wrecking, luring ships onto the rocks in order to steal the cargo then sell it on.’
“I take it that you don’t hold with wrecking?”  
‘No, I most certainly do not! My but you’re an impertinent wench! You are married you say, Mistress brooks?’
“Yes...why?”
‘Tis clear to me that you need taking in hand, your husband needs to teach you some manners. I’ll speak with him; assure him that this should do the trick.’
“Err...I have just remembered that I have an errand to run I have to go. Thanks for taking the time to talk with me, goodbye Mr... I mean, Squire Poldrunne!”
‘Here wench give that to your husband, tell him ’tis a gift from me!’
“That’s terribly kind but no thanks I...”
‘Take it. Mayhap I should demonstrate its use?’
“Um, no need, thanks for the um, gift. I have to go, bye-ee!”
 What exactly is my husband meant to do with a piece of old tar rope?


  


 International bestselling author Vanessa Brooks lives in Sussex England. She has a lifelong love of history, most especially English and American. She has written a couple of western tales, one notably for the Red Petticoat series which was such a huge success in America. Her Georgian series, Masterful Husbands, set in the 1700's also proved highly successful both sides of the Atlantic.
Vanessa’s novels are generally historically based; she has a knack of bringing an authenticity to the era in which her novels are set. Vanessa carefully researches each time period and strives to ensure that any historical facts she uses are correct.
More importantly, she likes writing entertaining books that her readers enjoy. She includes passion adventure, romance and domestic discipline, de rigueur within the eras of her popular novels.

If you read it and enjoyed it, then please leave me a review!
 Thank you!
 Vanessa  x


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Sold to the Gladiators by Jaye Peaches

Jaye Peaches is here today with her new book - SOLD TO THE GLADIATORS!



Bethan has served multiple masters since she was captured by a rival clan and sold to the Romans, but nothing could have prepared her for Felix and Rufus. After purchasing Bethan, the two handsome, battle-hardened former gladiators quickly make it clear that she will be shared between them, taken hard and often by them both, and punished sternly for any disobedience.

Having been told by a seer that he must claim a woman from among his own people in order to appease the goddess of fertility, Felix is delighted to stumble upon a girl as beautiful as Bethan, and he is determined to use her as thoroughly as needed to bring blessing on his new estate. Rufus, on the other hand, was never much of a believer in fate, but the moment he sets eyes on Bethan he wants her in his arms… and in his bed. Will she surrender willingly to her new owners’ dominance or spend her days with a bright-red, well-spanked bottom?

Publisher’s Note: Sold to the Gladiators includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.



“I need to bathe,” she said when they’d finished.

“Then do so,” said Felix kindly.

“But…” She had no privacy.

Felix cocked his head at his companion. “You are mine now, little slave. There is nothing of you that I shouldn’t see. Strip and bathe. A thorough washing. I don’t care for grubby slaves.”

She glared in disgust. “I’m not dirty.”

Rufus grinned. “No, indeed, you appear not to be. However, Felix is your master and if he wishes you to cleanse yourself, you shall do so. Now.”

Her lower lip trembled. “I don’t want—”

“It is not a question of what you want, girl,” said Felix with a raised eyebrow and a sharper tone. “Do you wish to feel my firm hand again?”

She shook her head. She’d no choice but to obey him. Bending over, she lifted the hem of her skirt and shimmed it over her shoulders and head. She was bare beneath. Turning to one side, so that her bush was hidden, she dipped the sponge in the bucket and scooped up the water. She dowsed it over her breasts.

The shame of it! Her nipples had turned into purple pebbles. And to make matters worse, she felt a different kind of wetness forming between her legs. While she dripped water over her belly, Felix lounged across his bed and watched her. He seemed bemused by her nervousness. As for Rufus, the younger man once again ogled her with wide eyes and unsuppressed enthusiasm.

“Turn and bend,” Felix said sternly.

She couldn’t resist that voice and although her knees wobbled and her skin was covered in goose bumps, she complied. She showed him her arse and the very cheeks he’d spanked the day before. Slowly, she lowered her head.








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 my family, sometimes drawing, cat watching and if good weather allows, which being England is never often enough, I’m pulling up the weeds in my garden.











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His Captive Pet By Measha Stone

Measha Stone is here today with her new book - HIS CAPTIVE PET!



Aubree Stevenson isn’t used to being ordered around, but then her efforts to bring down a dog fighting ring put her life in danger and she ends up in the protective custody of a stern, handsome former Marine. 

Blake Turner is not a man to be trifled with, and he wastes no time in making it clear that Aubree will obey him or be punished. After she puts his word to the test, Aubree’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing strapping, and when she continues to defy her strict captor, she quickly discovers that he is prepared to take things much further. Soon enough, she finds herself stripped naked, outfitted with a collar and tail, and eating from Blake’s hand like a well-trained pet. 

To her dismay, Aubree’s arousal grows more intense with every shameful display of forced submission. But even as he masters her body and claims her in every way, Blake must keep his captive pet safe from both her enemies and her own recklessness. Will he prove up to the task? 

Publisher's Note: His Captive Pet is a stand-alone book which is the third entry in the Owned and Protected series. It in 


“I think you like playing my pet. I think you get so riled up about it because you don’t want to admit it to yourself, that you, a strong, capable woman—” Two fingers sank into her sex and she moaned, closing her eyes to better appreciate the touch, and the sound of his voice. “Could want to be treated like this, owned and collared. Because make no mistake.” A fingertip brushed her clit with the next thrust into her passage. “You are owned. And that collar isn’t coming off any time soon.”

She pressed her forehead harder into the ground, trying to get her bearings. His words were getting to her. They were working up her body as much as his skilled, thick fingers were fucking her.

His free hand splayed across the small of her back, holding her in place while he intensified his strokes. The little tip of his finger that brushed her clit now rubbed harder, pressing down with each new stroke.

Her toes curled into the dirt, and her fingernails bit into the grass. The pressure surmounted more than she could handle. She was going to come unglued, right there in the yard. As the leash tugged at her neck, her breasts swayed with the jolting motions of his hands; she was going to come.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He slapped her ass with the flat of his palm and pulled his fingers from her pussy.

She bit back the groan that worked its way up from her core. She’d been two strokes away from exploding, but within a moment she was not only empty but floating away from the orgasm she craved.

The leash moved, pressing against her clit, and she let the moan free. It wouldn’t take much more for her to come unraveled, and he knew it.

His hand brushed away the leather and began to stroke her plump, wet sex. Petting her pussy.

“You’ll come when you’ve given over.” His soft voice wrapped around her as he continued to run his fingers over her.

The tail twisted, creating a new spark of arousal through her body.

“Make this move for me.” He released the tail but kept stroking her clit. A soft touch that kept her on the edge, but didn’t come anywhere near the amount of pressure she needed to find fulfillment. “Wag your tail for me, sweetheart.”




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. 



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Winterland Daddies by Rayanna Jamison

Rayanna Jamison is here today with her new book - WINTERLAND DADDIES!



My Daddy. My Dom. Each held a special place in my heart, but they hadn't known about each other. Until that day. 

Unable to choose between them, I ran away, intending to make a new life for myself, far away. Life doesn't always work out the way you plan—this year, they came back for me. 

I still love them both, and they still love me, but one thing has changed. They have learned to share. 

Publisher's Note: This book contains stern punishments and graphic sexual scenes, including menage scenes. If you find any of these offensive, this book is not for you.



Blake had freed his belt of its buckle and was advancing on me, working the thick worn leather through the loops of his jeans. All the while, his eyes never left mine. When it was free, he folded it in half and shook it in my face. “I ought to take this belt to your bottom right now, baby girl for the lies you’re telling yourself.”

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat at the sight of the worn, familiar leather. “What… What lies?”

“What lies?” Slade asked, incredulously. “The lie that this is only to do with clearing the air of the past, or about making Nan happy for one.”

“The lie that it doesn’t make your pussy wet when we call you our baby girl, or little one.”

“I’m not yours!” I cried, wishing I could close my eyes and ignore the smoldering looks shooting in my direction. “You don’t want me!”

Blake dropped the belt onto the hardwood floor, and grabbed my ponytail, holding it tight and firm. I could hardly breathe with anticipation when his free hand cupped my pussy.

“You, baby girl, are the only one I want. I’ve wanted nothing but you for years. I want you in the middle of the day when I’m riding the trails, and late at night when I’m tossing and turning in my bed wondering if I will ever see you again. I want you right now, and I will still want you tomorrow. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, the old familiar title falling from my lips in a squeak. There was no more interaction between the two of us as Slade came to stand beside me. One large hand rested on my bare backside, and the other gripped the back of my neck as he leaned in close to whisper in my ear.

“I feel the same little one. I am your Daddy. I have always been your Daddy, and unless you tell me you want otherwise, I plan to always be your Daddy. And since the moment I set eyes on you again, I have wanted nothing more than to hear that name fall from your pretty little lips.”

That one was harder. Daddy was a term that meant something. A lot more personal than Sir, in my opinion. I nodded, but I couldn’t make my mouth form the words he wanted to hear. Not yet.

“It’s okay, little one,” he whispered, squeezing my butt. “It’s been a long time. You don’t remember what it’s like to have a Daddy. Or a Dom, I’m sure. But we’re going to remind you. And this time, you’ll see what it’s like to have both. At the same time.”

I didn’t nod or even move. I was beyond coherent thought, other than this was the fucking hottest, scariest thing that had ever happened to me, and I had to be dreaming. I had never been this lucky in my life.






Writing has been a passion of mine since I was 9 years old, and I always dreamed of becoming an author, but life happens and sometimes that first step seems like a giant leap. I credit a life changing move from the Oregon to Utah in the fall of 2013 as the catalyst that began my writing career. 

I now reside in Southern Utah with my husband, my two children, two dogs, my mother, my 90 year old grandfather and a lizard named Leo. 

I write what I love to read, which is fun romantic stories about submission in its many forms, and often joke that my stories get slightly dirtier with each one I write. When I am not writing, I enjoy my passions, which include cooking, drinking good coffee and good wine, shopping for crazy knee socks, celebrating with sushi for every occasion, and most of all spending time with my friends and family. 



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Thursday, December 28, 2017

Cassie’s Life by PK Corey

PK Corey is here today with her book CASSIE'S LIFE!

If I hadn’t taken a stand against the corner I would have lived there.



Ask Cassie about her life on the river and she’ll tell you it’s lovely and peaceful. But while Cassie loves the life she lives, peaceful is not always an accurate description. Whether she’s confronting an armed man who’s in a drunken rage, planning a friend’s wedding or dealing with a ghost in a backwoods lodge, Cassie is going to deal with it the best way she knows how. And peaceful doesn’t always work.

When a mysterious phone call comes for Cassandra Wentworth – Cassie’s past is suddenly back to haunt her in a devastating way. Tom has always said nothing from before the time they met counts, but he didn’t know about this. Sue, Annie, Allie and Jenny are all willing to help, but will it be enough? 






I knew Tom would be in soon. Most people in situations of such stress have the option of fight or flight. Since the last time I’d run away from Tom I had given him my solemn word I wouldn’t run away from him again, my options were somewhat different – fight or submit. I didn’t want to fight with Tom, but to submit to a spanking…when I’d been the one to defuse the situation… I just wasn’t sure I could accept it.

Tom wasn’t long in following me. One look at his face told me he was a man on a mission and I could only assume that mission would keep me from sitting comfortably for a few days. I knew nothing I could say would change his mind. I might submit physically, but mentally, never. The look of cold fury I gave him as he began removing my clothes was not something he could misinterpret.

I was seething, as Tom undressed me completely – to make me stand before him nude before a spanking was nothing but a sheer power play and I felt he was doing it because of what that hateful Cal had said about listening to authority.

I felt anything but submissive, as I stood nude before him. I didn’t say anything. I was too angry. I waited to see if he would go for the brush or the leather paddle. The answer was neither – he came for me. Putting his hand on the back of my neck he pulled me into a kiss that I’ll remember longer than any spanking. I stood weak kneed from the kiss staring into Tom eyes as he hovered over me a moment before kissing me again as he ran his hands over my body.

I wasn’t even sure how I got on the bed, but Tom was still kissing me as he removed his clothes. We made love with a passion I’m sure most would believe should be reserved for the young. I don’t think I even remember the details, not that I’d share them, but I when I came back to myself I could barely move except to clutch tightly at Tom. Eventually I found my voice.

“I think I’m going to have to take up smoking.”

I heard Tom’s warm chuckle, “Don’t you think you stay in enough trouble without taking up more bad habits.”

“Honey, I have to tell you, if this is your new method of getting my attention when you’re upset with me, I’m behind you all the way.”



The love of writing came to me late in life and I spent time trying to fit writing into a busy schedule. Recently I retired, the kids are out and on their own and my wonderful husband encourages me to spend more time exploring the world of writing.

I always hear you should write what you want to read, so I have. I write loving domestic discipline with the stress on ‘loving’. I want a strong man who cherishes the woman he loves and is willing to go to any length to keep her safe and protected.

My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free spirited ways Tom is determination to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. My new series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.



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Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Banished Hero – Book 1 in Banished Series by Anita Philmar

Anita Philmar is here today with her book, Banished Hero – Book 1 in Banished Series!



With no memory of her past, Faye Lynn Berton clings to a father who curses her ability to shape-shift, then uses her special skill to scam local villagers. The only freedom she knows comes as she soars through the sky in falcon form. A chance meeting with another changling turns her world upside down. Beyond satisfying the powerful sexual cravings that follow transformation, he reveals a surprising dimension of sex between their kind…one to unlock the secrets of her soul. 

Havyn Westmore has questions…Faye Lynn holds the answers. Determined to unravel her secrets, he must strives to gain her freedom and trust. Teaching her the finer techniques of transformation keeps her close while sex strengthens their bond. But on the trail of discovery, Havyn must confront his own past. Accused of a heinous crime, he was banned from his homeland. Now, he must choose between returning to face certain execution—or robbing Faye Lynn of her birthright and a life in Paradise. 


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The sound of flesh being ripped from the bone drew Faye Lynn’s attention back to the beast. The rich scent of blood filled her beak. Her stomach growled with longing. She watched him devour the deer, feeling the glory of his victory over his prey. She again admired the sleek lines of the wolf.

Oh, what a creature. I wish I could transform into such a lovely beast.

His dark coat glistened where the sunlight caressed the smooth pelt. Her gaze slid along the hindquarters of his legs to the heavy sacks of his testicles. He would be hungry for sex after his kill.

Faye Lynn wondered about his skills as a mate. She imagined his toned body covering hers, pounding into her with a passion only she could satisfy. Her heart pulsed with eagerness to enjoy him as a lover.

A soft coo whispered through the air.

Oh, feather ticks. Her weak bird frame required rest. Only by changing back into her human form could she reenergize her muscles and bones.

The colors of the sky were changing. The red brute in the west fought for a toe hold on the horizon while the sun raced in the other direction to escape the monster.

If she hurried, she might get back to her clothes before the sky grew dark. Her gaze stroked the wolf’s coat one last time. She shouldn’t have hung around, drooling over the sexy creature. His mate back in his den probably filled every one of his lustful cravings and provided him with plenty of pups to play with.

With a small hop, she spread her wings and glided for a moment. Her flight path carried her above the greedy wolf devouring his kill.

His head turned. His black eyes tracked her course. She pumped her wings to avoid his sharp teeth. He looked ready to add her to the menu and sent an evil glare in her direction. A snap of his jaw warned her not to stop for a parcel to eat. An updraft carried her to the tops of the trees and away from the beast.



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Other Books in the Banished Series

Banished Scoundrel

Banished Witch

Banished – 3 books in one


Some of Anita’s other Titles

Black Dragon’s Blood

In Deep Water

In Too Deep

Duty's Bride

More Than Ready 

A Cowboy's Pleasure 

The Country Doctor's Bride






Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.

Influenced by old movies, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where special moments come to life in a great read.

Naughty or Nice?

Read her books and decide.





Email: anitaphilmar@yahoo.com





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Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Claimed By the Captain by Gracie Malling

Gracie Malling is here today with her book CLAIMED BY THE CAPTAIN!



When Captain Thomas Edwards returns home after twenty years at sea to take ownership of the White Hart Inn following the death of his father, he has not even reached the edge of the village before he comes across a miscreant stealing apples from a local farmer’s orchard. Upon discovering that the thief is a young woman named Ellen who has been employed in his father’s inn for years, he considers it his responsibility to bare her bottom and spank her soundly.

In addition to working as a servant at the White Hart, Ellen has become known for her skill as an herbalist, and the last thing she needs is a stern sea captain getting in the way of her curing the ailments of her fellow villagers with a potion or tonic when the need arises. But despite her shock at being punished in such a shameful manner for nothing more than stealing a few apples, to Ellen’s surprise the painful chastisement leaves her aching for Thomas to take her in his arms and make her his.

Despite his willingness to spank her bare bottom whenever he feels it necessary, Ellen finds herself falling deeper in love with Thomas with every passing day. But when plague strikes the village and a witch finder is summoned, Thomas forbids Ellen from using her herbs to aid her friends and neighbors. As the situation grows more desperate, will she disobey him and put her skills to use even if it means risking her life, and can he keep her safe if she does?



 He hadn’t expected her to give in easily and so he wasn’t surprised when she attempted to dart past him and get to the door.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” he said, catching her around the waist with one arm. She let out an incoherent cry of outrage and tried in vain to wrench herself free. Thomas could feel her heart pounding against his arm.

“Let me go!”

“Calm yourself, Ellen!” he scolded, as he pulled her toward the wooden table in the middle of the room. “Anyone would think you had never been thrashed before.”

“I have not!”

Thomas could scarcely believe her. It seemed incredible that she could have reached adulthood without being chastised at least once. “Well, if that is true, I will soon remedy the situation.”

“You… will… not…” she ground out, still struggling against him with all her might.

“I will,” he said, holding her down over the table and pulling up the back of her dress. “I am your master and it is my duty.”

Ellen wriggled and kicked her legs but Thomas held her fast, unfastening her drawers with one hand and then doing his utmost not to stare at her beautiful bottom as the white fabric fell away. She gasped and froze under his arm. He could only assume it was the shame of being exposed in this way.

“How many apples did you steal, Ellen?” Thomas arranged himself into the right position, still holding Ellen in place.

“I… I…”

He tapped the belt lightly against her bottom and she flinched. “Shall we say a dozen?”

“Please…” All of her bravado seemed to have abandoned her.

“A dozen it is.”

Thomas drew back the belt and steadied himself. He had an urge to go easy on her, to be merciful—if this was indeed her first time, it would be a great shock.

But no. This was a punishment. It was his duty to keep her safe and he couldn’t fail her now.

Thomas pressed his lips together and then brought the belt down hard across her bare bottom.





So first, of course, the obvious question. How did you become a writer?
I’ve been obsessed with writing stories for pretty much as long as I’ve been reading them: so since the age of about five at least! I must have started thousands of stories between then and my mid-twenties but I never finished anything: I just didn’t seem to have the stamina. This was constantly frustrating – because I love writing so much – so for my 26th birthday, I bit the bullet and bought myself a place on a creative writing course… and I haven’t looked back since!

Are you like any of your heroines?
If I had to choose, I’d say I was probably most like Jo (from Troublemaker). A bit cheeky, occasionally sulky, and completely in love with being spanked!

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I love going for long walks with our awesome dog, watching all the films and reading all the books, having millions of cuddles with the people I love, pursuing increasingly ridiculous hobbies (including Scottish Country Dancing and pirate re-enactment), practising yoga, playing the piano and going out for cocktails with my friends.

If you were attending a Halloween party, what would your costume be and why?
I quite like the idea of getting together with a bunch of friends and dressing in those red dresses and white hats from The Handmaid’s Tale… non-traditional, I guess, but definitely terrifying!

What's your favorite dish to cook?
It’s not really a dish, but I love to bake focaccia bread! It’s so lovely and salty and oily and it smells so gooooood…

Have you ever jumped out of a plane?
Yes! I did a sponsored sky dive for a children’s charity when I was 20 years old. It was amazing but I think once was definitely enough for me…!

What mythical creature would you want to be?
I would definitely be a fairy. I mean, they can fly, they get to be naughty all the time, and they only ever really eat cake – what’s not to love?!

Do you have any advice for other writers?
The best writing advice I’ve ever seen is ‘you can’t edit a blank page’. It’s so simple but so true. My advice to anyone starting out would be to give their inner critic a holiday and just write and write everything that’s in their head – you can turn it into something that makes sense afterwards.

What item, that you don't have already, would you most like to own?
I would love to have one of those cute old-fashioned campervans so that I could go on loads of adventures!

What's your favorite love story? (movie or book)
I really enjoy quirky romantic films where the characters have issues and/or don’t really ‘fit’ in society but then find someone who matches them perfectly and loves them for who they are. ‘Silver Linings Playbook’ and ‘Secretary’ are two of my favourites.



Gracie Malling lives in the UK and has been writing BDSM erotica since she was 21. All round nice person on the outside and a bit of a bad girl in secret, Gracie loves reading and writing stories about spanking: her favourite kink.


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