Saturday, July 30, 2016

Indebted Heart by Measha Stone

Measha Stone has a brand new book out! Not only does Indebted Heart have a gorgeous cover, Measha is also sharing a fabulous excerpt to go with it and answering three very important questions about Prince Charming, tattoos and what's next!



Alyssa Sanders has taken care of herself since she was too young to do so. But she’s all grown up and ready to get her life on the right track.  She heads to Chicago with her life savings and a few prospects. She expects to get a job, find an apartment and get on her way of settling down. What she doesn’t expect is to find her new boss not only severely attractive and Dominant, but the son of an old friend.
Alex Trebelli would do anything for his father, so when he’s asked to escort an old friend’s daughter to dinner he doesn’t hesitate to agree. Except the daughter isn’t the small town young woman his father described. She’s all grown up, full of beauty and curves, and a submissive nature that draws out his dominant side.
When Alex explains he won’t be her friend, he can’t just be her friend, he wants more, he wants to be her dominant, her boyfriend, she has to decide if she’s going to take the leap. She’s never been good at a full time D/s relationship, but Alex makes her feel safe and secure. She finds him easy to be with, even when he’s being overprotective and bossy.
Can she manage to put aside her fears of failure, and self-doubt and give them a real chance, or will she chose the safer route and keep clear of his sexy smile, and dominant ways?


He wasn't asleep. He was standing in the middle of the room, exactly where she had stomped away from him, holding his belt in his right hand. Her eyes darted to the loosely hanging leather at his side and then his expression. Dark. Extremely dark. His lips were pursed his jaw set tight, and his eyes fixated on her with a sternness she hadn't believed him capable of until that moment.
    "Uh-um." She stammered standing just outside the bathroom staring at his hand that was swinging the belt and casually tapping it against his leg. "Uh." What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she get a full word out, and why wasn't he saying anything?
    "I think I've been pretty patient. I haven't demanded anything. I haven't encroached on your plans, have I?" His voice held steady, no tremor or indecisiveness to it. 
    She swallowed. "Well. No, not really."
"I haven't told you what to do, what to wear, where to go, anything like that?" He took one step toward her and her stomach twisted.
    "Not really." She had to be honest. Other than his lines of questioning he hadn't really made her do anything. Other than making her leave her apartment, which she had to be honest, wasn't exactly the worst thing. 
    "Yet, when I try having a conversation about your health, your wellbeing—you feel it's respectful to blow me off and stomp away. Slamming doors." His tone didn't waiver, but the volume had lowered. She found herself holding the hem of her shirt with both hands, and twisting the fabric with her fingers.
    "Not when you say it that way," She tried a smile, a little humor. It didn't faze him or deter him, he took another step toward her. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore, she noticed. His button down shirt that was neatly tucked into his beltless slacks had been rolled up at the sleeves. She wanted to bolt back into the bathroom but her feet were being entirely too uncooperative. "Alex." She sighed. "I'm sorry. I told you. I'm not good at this." His raised eyebrow told her it might not have been the best tactic.
    "Good at what? Being respectful?" The slapping of the belt against this leg became more intense. 
    "The full time submissive thing. I'm not good at it. I told you that." She really wished he wouldn't take another step. One more and he'd be within touching distance and since her feet still wouldn't obey her, she was sure he'd grab her.
    "When we talked about us becoming a couple, us doing this, I told you I would help you with that." He reminded her with a calm in his voice. He looked upset yes, irritated even, but not angry. Not out of control anger. She knew he was in complete control of himself, and even her with the way he kept looking at her. It was as if running wasn't an option, her feet understood that before her brain did, apparently. The bastards.
    "Well, yes. I remember." Her answer came softly. He had said that, and she had agreed. She had always enjoyed the submissive side of herself. Not just sexually. She'd had enough play time at the dungeons to know she loved the kiss of the flogger, but it was when the scene ended that the real cravings began. She'd seen couples at the parties, even at Top Floor. The caring between the partners, the love, and respect the dominants showed their subs, and it was reciprocated. That's what she craved. The dominance that continued after the flogging.
And here it stood. Right in front of her holding a leather belt.
"Have you ever been spanked, for punishment?" He asked, not moving toward her any more.



ALSO IN THE WINDY CITY SERIES

HIDDEN HEART, BOOK 1
A woman given up on love, second guesses her solitary life when meeting a man who won’t take no for an answer and opens her eyes to an entire world of pleasure she didn’t know existed before him. 



 SECURED HEART, BOOK 2
A headstrong, fiery woman seeks to fulfill her fantasies in all the wrong places, and it’s up to the security expert to tame her, and keep her safe.





Are you working on a new book right now? Yes. I’m working on a dark erotic romance. My first ever, and it’s terrifying to write because it pulls me out of my comfort zone of completely consensual spankings, and sexual encounters. On the other hand, it’s completely hot and exciting, so it’s a daily roller coaster ride.

How much of the book is realistic? Hopefully, all of it.  With this series, I tried to convey as true of a BDSM relationship as I could.  People make mistakes, ego’s get in the way, and being in a BDSM relationship doesn’t change that- but how those issues are worked out is what’s different.  There’s a lot of love and trust that goes into a BDSM relationship, and I wanted to convey that with this series. It’s not all red rooms and tainted pasts. 

Does Prince Charming exist? Yes! Everyone’s version of what he looks like is different, but he’s out there.  For some, he’s an Alpha male that won’t give an inch and is unreasonably strict, to other’s he writes poetry and sings her sonnets- and anything in between. I lean toward the relentless Alpha myself, and have been lucky in that department.

Which body part would you choose to get a tattoo done? I celebrated my first book with Blushing Books by getting a tattoo of a heart on my right wrist.  I’m planning to get two more, another heart design on my ankle, and one on the top of my foot the words “Happily Ever After”. 


Measha Stone lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and their children. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. Her vanilla writing has been published in the online magazine efiction and the DuPage Writers Group annual journal Possibilities. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and spending time with her kids- who are just as creative and crazy as her.

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Friday, July 29, 2016

A Gift for the Commander by Sara Fields

A Gift for the Commander, Book 2 of the Terranovum Brides trilogy by Sara Fields is out now! Read the Steamy & Sexy Excerpt and get your copy asap!

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Though Olivia is grateful to be alive after she is rescued from a terrible tyrant and brought to the planet Terranovum, she is none too pleased when she learns that she is to be auctioned as a slave to the highest bidder. But before she can be sold, she must be trained, and the man who will train her is none other than the commander of the king’s army. 

Wes has tamed many human slaves and when Olivia resists his efforts to bathe her in preparation for her initial inspection, he strips the beautiful, feisty girl bare and spanks her soundly. The stern chastisement leaves Olivia tearful and repentant yet undeniably aroused, and Wes starts her lessons in submission by making her beg him shamefully for the release her body needs so badly.

Once she has been thoroughly and intimately examined, Olivia’s training begins in earnest, and Wes takes her to his bed to teach her what it means to surrender her body to a dominant man. But try as he might, he cannot bring himself to see Olivia as just another slave. She touches his heart in a way he thought nothing could, and with each passing day he grows more certain that he must claim her as his own. But with war breaking out across Terranovum, can Wes protect both his world and his woman?

Publisher’s Note: A Gift for the Commander is the third book of the Terranovum Brides trilogy, which began with A Gift for the King and continued with A Gift for the Doctor. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


“Close your eyes.”

Without hesitation, she obeyed, and her senses amplified. Her sight taken away from her, all she could do was feel and listen for the next fall of the crop. The entire experience was more than intense, it was magnificent. He moved silently, so that she didn’t know when he was going to catch the underside of her bottom cheeks, or her breasts, or the sides of her hips, or the backs of her thighs. Her chest rose and fell, and she cried out when he tapped the leather against her nipple, but her reaction wasn’t from the pain, it was from the rampant desire that coursed through her. He did it again, over and over, switching back and forth from one nipple to the other.

Her thighs began to quiver, and he dragged the crop down between her breasts to her navel, and then even lower, until the tip of the crop lay over the top of her clit.

She stopped breathing. Time seemed to slow as he took the crop away from her pussy. Expecting a sharp slap to fall at any second, she breathed a sigh of relief when he brought it back down gently. He did this a few times in a row, and she finally relaxed. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, and she could hardly contain herself, her lust was so great. Just when she had grown comfortable, he pressed the crop firmly against her. And then he took it away again.

Smack!

The slap was still gentle, but harsh enough that she cried out, in either pleasure or pain, she wasn’t sure. He did it again, and her hips rolled wildly forward. He pressed his body up against her back and grabbed a fistful of her hair, arching her backwards even farther. Her scalp burned, but it only added more fuel to the fire. Her entire body smoldered red hot, aching with need for release. She panted as he pulled her head back so far that it nearly rested on his shoulder. She moaned when he reached around her body and settled the crop back on her clit.

“You are not to come until I give you permission. Do you understand?”



If you haven't checked out Book 1 and 2 in the series, 
here are the buy links below!!!

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Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about! Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind. 

Email: otkdesire@yahoo.com


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Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Returning To Her Master by BJ Wane

BJ Wane has a new book out with Stormy Night Publications and she's here to tell us all about it!

Thanks so much for having me.  I’m excited about reader’s responses to RETURNING TO HER MASTER.  Picking up where HER MASTER AT LAST left off with Marc and Cassie’s story, I have added over 4,000 words to the original version of this story in Make Me Yours as well as made significant changes to the plot.




Marc Taite is shocked when Cassie Edwards, the only girl he’s ever loved, suddenly shows up in the club room of his Colorado vacation lodge. Ever since she broke off their romance without explanation and refused to answer his calls, he has wondered what went wrong, and he hauls her upstairs, intending to spank her soundly and then get some answers. Their old passion instantly reignites, however, and instead of taking her over his knee he ends up taking her hard and fast.

The connection they once shared clearly still exists, but Marc has already lived through the pain of losing Cassie once, and he is determined not to let himself be hurt again. Desperate to prove that this time she is truly ready to belong to him, Cassie promises Marc her complete submission, and she soon finds herself on her knees with her bright red bare bottom on display as she begs him to claim her in any way he pleases.

Though he is reluctant to risk his heart again, when Marc discovers that a stalker has followed Cassie to Colorado his need to protect her quickly overcomes his hesitation and he takes it upon himself to keep her safe, even when that means punishing her sternly when she breaks the rules he makes to protect her. But when a misunderstanding sends her fleeing from him once again, will he lose her a second time?

Publisher’s Note: Returning to Her Master is a stand-alone sequel to Her Master at Last. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including a threesome, anal play, exhibitionism, BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that an earlier version of this book was previously released by another publisher under the title Make Me Yours. 


    “I’m not completely stupid,” she bit out, “except where you’re concerned.”
Marc saw Scott’s smile before he stepped away and pulled out his pager to let Jack and the others know they could call off the search and head back home. With slow precision, he advanced toward her, striving to keep his anger in check. She looked tired and strained, a reminder of how she must have been scared out of her wits out here alone for the past two hours.
    “Before you explain that statement, tell me if you’re all right.” he asked in a softer tone when he reached her. “Here.” Handing her a bottle of water, he looked her over while she downed it, assuring himself she was unharmed.
     “Thank you, and yes, I’m fine. I’m sorry I bothered everyone. I didn’t mean to get lost.”
     “Nobody means to get lost, darlin’, but if you ignore the basic rules of hiking in these mountains, it’s bound to happen. Rules I believe I told you about before our hike the other day.”
     Cassie wondered how far she’d get playing the ‘poor me’ act, then looked at his face and knew she may as well not bother. He looked well and truly pissed. Maybe if she explained he’d understand, but the thought of telling him she thought she meant more to him than she apparently did had her cringing in humiliation. “Can we go back now? I have a lot of work to do, that is if I can use your kitchen,” she said, hoping he’d let the rule thing slide.
     “No, we can’t go back now. First, I’m going to show you how I deal with rule-breaking from my sub. Then, on the long trek back, you can explain yourself.” Grabbing her hand as she took a hasty step back, he pulled her to him, turning to see where Scott went. Always thinking ahead, his friend had already removed his belt.
     “I decided you were too upset to mete it out, so I’ll do it for you,” he stated when Marc raised an eyebrow at him.
     “You’re right.”
     “Right about what?” Cassie looked from Scott and the wide leather belt looped over in his hand to Marc, a shiver of apprehension rippling up her spine as she imagined the sting from that leather strap.
     “That I’m too put out with you at the moment to discipline you myself, so Scott will do it.”
     “No. You can spank me later, when you’re not upset.” She tried to pull away from him, but his grip remained tight. While a part of her mind panicked over the thought of Scott using his belt on her, another part, the part she labeled her secret, slutty Marc part, was excited about the prospect. The erotic pain from her previous spankings always led to powerful orgasms, as did being observed. But this time would be for punishment and not with Scott watching, but meting it out. Before she could assimilate how she felt about that, Marc had her jeans shoved down and a hard arm wrapped around her waist as he bent her over. “Wait, Marc! Please!” She tried to struggle, but a hard slap on her bare ass put a quick stop to it.
     “No, I will not wait. You took off alone.” The belt snapped across her buttocks and she yelped at the fiery pain. “And you didn’t stay within sight of the lodge,” he continued, reaching under her with his free hand and cupping her unfettered breast beneath her shirt as Scott smacked her again. “And you have explaining to do as to why.”
     The belt stroked across her vulnerable buttocks again and she bit her lip as he continued to torment her, the slapping flesh snap of leather against her bottom echoing in the mountain air. Marc’s confusion over her reason for taking off had her wondering if she heard him wrong.
     The new hope blossoming in her chest helped her accept her punishment and the accompanying pain. Her buttocks throbbed with the scorching burn and she knew right away she wouldn’t find any pleasure with this spanking. His hand on her breast soothed rather than stimulated and went a long way toward helping her bear the consequences of her actions. As if the humiliation of being bent over bare assed and punished by Scott wasn’t enough, guilt over the trouble she caused everyone ate at her conscience. Sitting wouldn’t be an option by the time the sheriff finished belaboring her butt.






Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Claiming Skye by Katrina Kade

Katrina Kade is here today and she brought a sizzler of a scene with her from her new book, Claiming Skye!



Skye hides her secret fantasies because good girls don’t long for the kink she dreams about. When her subconscious cravings continue to cause sleepless nights, she takes the biggest step of her life and seeks out a local BDSM club. She’s horrified and enthralled, but too prudish to admit this is the life her mind and body desire. She’s not like these people, or is she?

The club’s owner has seen her response before and gives Skye a folded piece of paper with an address, a date, and time. She finds herself knocking…

Elijah waits on the other side of the door. Dominant, arrogant, and lonely—he’s looking for the perfect submissive to cater to his desires and share the lifestyle he relishes.

Is Skye the one? Is Elijah the missing puzzle piece that will allow Skye to release her inhibitions and embrace her kinky side? Or will tragedy keep Elijah from Claiming Skye?


The next slap hit the other side of her ass, the pain more intense this time. Elijah had a
way of spanking her, of snapping his hand against her flesh that felt more like a bite than just his flesh against hers. But it was his skin touching hers, and that's what she loved, beyond the pain.

"Bend over."

Elijah's voice was rough, his breathing fast. She wanted to turn around, to
see his face, the lust she knew she'd see. But that was against the rules. So she bent from the waist, moving her feet apart to keep her balance.

"Feet together."

She hesitated, then pulled her left foot against her right. With her hands behind her and
her feet together, it was hard to keep her balance. For a moment she wavered, the muscles in her legs tightening as she fought for control. Finally, she found her center, found her balance. Elijah touched her briefly on her leg, running a finger along the crease at the top of her thighs, beneath her buttocks, then moving his fingers between her legs, rubbing against her wetness. She closed her eyes, concentrating on keeping her balance as he slipped one finger into her. For a moment, he wiggled his finger, the fluttering feeling inside her making her gasp. Then he slid his finger out, moving it forward, slowly circling her clit.

Out of reflex, her hips jerked forward, knees buckling slightly as something clenched
deep inside her. But the effort to keep her balance forced her to hold still, even as Elijah rubbed her clit harder, fingers moving faster, and despite herself, her legs tensed again, but she managed to hold her stance.

"Good girl." His voice was very close to her ear, and she realized with a start he was no
longer sitting, but standing behind her. "Very good girl."

Her heart swelled with love. Elijah rarely complimented her during a scene, and it
reinforced how special this was, for both of them. He struck her right cheek, much harder this time. She swayed to the left under the impact, her weight thrown to the side. With a strangled sound she dug her toes into the carpet, willing herself not to move her feet even one inch apart.

Elijah caressed her, rubbing his hand gently over her stinging skin, his other hand still
buried between her legs, one finger gently thrusting into her slick wetness. The sharp pain sank into her, heating the fire that he'd lit inside her. The tension in her legs lessened under Elijah's gentle touch, both from his hand on her ass, and from his finger slowly circling her clit. She breathed deeply, trying to gain control, not to let herself let go too soon, to prolong this amazing pleasure Elijah was giving her.

But the next slap sent her reeling, her body leaning far to the right, her left foot coming
off the floor. She cried out, the pain more intense than she'd ever felt, the counterpoint of Elijah's finger thrusting inside her bringing her to the edge. Her cry was almost desperate, the desire to straighten almost overwhelming.





Hi! So my name is Katrina, 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.



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Monday, July 25, 2016

Tucker’s Justice by Maggie Carpenter

Maggie Carpenter is here today with her newest release, Tucker's Justice and not only is she sharing a yummy excerpt but also the link to a very sexy must see trailer!




When hardened gunslinger Tucker Prescott is tasked with bringing law and order back to a town overrun by a gang of criminals, he quickly realizes that his biggest challenge wont be the villainous McGill brothers. The one who will truly put him to the test is Dolly Baker, the beautiful, feisty twenty-two-year-old daughter of the man who hired him.

From the moment she barges into his cabin uninvited, Tucker knows Dolly is going to be trouble, and it isnt long before she tests his patience one time too many and earns herself a sound spanking. The embarrassing chastisement gets her attention, but it will take quite a bit more than a few smacks on the bottom to teach her obedience, and the more he sees of Dolly, the more Tucker is forced to admit that he would love to be the man to properly tame her.

Tucker didnt come to Spring Junction to keep a woman in line, however, he came to deal with the McGill brothers and their gang. He has a plan to do just that, but it will depend on his quick wits as much as his quick draw, and despite his best efforts Tucker cant get Dolly off his mind. Can he bring the outlaws to justice and make her his bride before she drives him to distraction?

Publishers Note: Tuckers Justice is an erotic romance novel that includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please dont buy this book.


Starting up again, he increased the force of the spanking, catching her sensitive sit spot, and landing volleys of hard smacks on the same cheek, continuing to punish her until she was yelping and begging him to stop.
Have you learned? he asked solemnly, pausing his hand.
Yes, Sir.
Good girl, callin me Sir. Thats good, now go fetch your hairbrush.
Ooh, yes, Sir, she muttered, and with her burning backside making it clear shed better not argue, she slid off his knees, and clutching her hot skin she walked to the dresser, picked up the brush, and carried it back to him.
Turn around and let me see you swat yourself four times, real quick and hard, on each cheek, and if I dont think its hard enough, Ill do myself after you finish.
I uh…”
You wanna make it five?
Strangely embarrassed, she pivoted on her feet, and holding the brush behind her, she clenched her teeth and delivered the stinging swats.
Other side, he said brusquely, no waitin.
Switching hands, though it was still awkward, she managed it, and the swats were just as fast and hard as the previous four.
Turn back around.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly faced him.
Tell me why I had you do that? he asked, taking the hairbrush and laying it on the bed.
Im not sure, Sir.
Thats called justice, and it was for all the times youve sassed me or argued or been difficult, he said, reaching behind her and holding her cheeks. Your slate is clean now, but from this point on, when you need it, Ill be spankin you, or maybe punishin you some other way. If its serious, Ill take my gun belt to your butt, or the reins from your bridle. Youll be happier for the discipline, but you already know that.
I do, she admitted, nodding her head. Its strange, but I do.
Come lie with me on the bed, he said, softening his voice. Youll always have lots of love after Ive chastised you.
Stretching out on the bed, she curled into his arms, and he moved his hand down to her hot red bottom, gently smoothing it over her scorched skin.
 Starting up again, he increased the force of the spanking, catching her sensitive sit spot, and landing volleys of hard smacks on the same cheek, continuing to punish her until she was yelping and begging him to stop.
Have you learned? he asked solemnly, pausing his hand.
Yes, Sir.
Good girl, callin me Sir. Thats good, now go fetch your hairbrush.
Ooh, yes, Sir, she muttered, and with her burning backside making it clear shed better not argue, she slid off his knees, and clutching her hot skin she walked to the dresser, picked up the brush, and carried it back to him.
Turn around and let me see you swat yourself four times, real quick and hard, on each cheek, and if I dont think its hard enough, Ill do myself after you finish.
I uh…”
You wanna make it five?
Strangely embarrassed, she pivoted on her feet, and holding the brush behind her, she clenched her teeth and delivered the stinging swats.
Other side, he said brusquely, no waitin.
Switching hands, though it was still awkward, she managed it, and the swats were just as fast and hard as the previous four.
Turn back around.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly faced him.
Tell me why I had you do that? he asked, taking the hairbrush and laying it on the bed.
Im not sure, Sir.
Thats called justice, and it was for all the times youve sassed me or argued or been difficult, he said, reaching behind her and holding her cheeks. Your slate is clean now, but from this point on, when you need it, Ill be spankin you, or maybe punishin you some other way. If its serious, Ill take my gun belt to your butt, or the reins from your bridle. Youll be happier for the discipline, but you already know that.
I do, she admitted, nodding her head. Its strange, but I do.
Come lie with me on the bed, he said, softening his voice. Youll always have lots of love after Ive chastised you.
Stretching out on the bed, she curled into his arms, and he moved his hand down to her hot red bottom, gently smoothing it over her scorched skin.








Male dominance/ female submission. My passion. It is that which I write about, and my alpha-males range from down-home, hunky, spanking cowboys, to fantasy, sword-wielding, warriors, and of course, artful romantic Dominants who don't need dollars to melt their sweet subs, (even if a few of them have mega-bucks). 

There's a little bit of me in all the stories, and The British Bachelor trilogy is based on a long-distance relationship I had with a British Dominant, James Collier. When he agreed to work with me on I AM A DOMINANT, I was absolutely thrilled. This book is a first-hand account of some of his more interesting experiences, including the amusing, and intriguing story of the first time he had a woman over his lap. 

I am an old-fashioned romantic, complete with my own white knight fantasies, so a red rose and heart-felt sentiment is alive and well on the pages of all my novels. If you like to sigh, please, come on in. 

Last but not least, I am blessed to share my life with a precious pup, and a gorgeous mare. All creatures great and small also live close to my heart. 


BEST OF 2015: SPANKING ROMANCE REVIEWS 

WHEN A COWBOY LOVES A WOMAN (Contemporary Western) 

THE WARRIOR AND THE MISCHIEVOUS WITCH (Paranormal) 

HER DOCTOR IN CHARGE (BDSM Medical) 

HIS WILLFUL BRIDE (Victorian)