‘Claimed by the Savages’ #Author Sara Fields

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Ooh, Sara, these guys look good enough to eat😉

Blurb:

As an unauthorized third child, nineteen-year-old Aimee Harrington has spent her life avoiding discovery by government authorities, but her world comes crashing down around her after she is caught stealing a vehicle in an act of petulant rebellion. Within hours of her arrest, she is escorted onto a ship bound for a detention center in the far reaches of the solar system.

Soon after her arrival, however, Aimee is made aware that this facility is no ordinary prison. It is a training center for future brides, and once she has been properly trained she will be thoroughly examined and then offered to an alien male in need of a mate. Worse still, Aimee’s defiant attitude quickly earns her the wrath of the strict warden. To make an example of her, Aimee is given as a wife not to a sophisticated gentleman, but to three warriors of the planet Primorion.

Though Primorion males are considered savages on Earth, it doesn’t take long for Aimee to realize that while her new mates will demand her obedience and will not hesitate to spank her soundly if her behavior warrants it, they will also cherish and protect her in a way she has never experienced before. But when the time comes for her three dominant men to master her body completely, will she find herself begging to be claimed by the savages?

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

Excerpt.

“The bath is prepped, Luke, whenever you two are ready,” Cole said in a gentle tone.

“You okay, babe? Ready to get pampered?” Luke said, looking deep into her eyes with a lopsided smile on his face. She couldn’t help but giggle at the sight, her tears long dried, before he picked her up and slowly deposited her straight in the warm water. She hissed slightly as her hot bottom cheeks touched the warm liquid, but quickly sighed as the heat enveloped her skin. Cole had drawn a perfect bath, complete with aromatic oils of lavender and roses. Just being in the water was already incredibly soothing on its own.

“Come over to me,” Cole said. “Let me take care of you. It pleases me greatly to do so,” he added as she looked over at him.

“I’ll get in with her and start massaging some oils into her feet,” Luke offered and she couldn’t help but turn back to him as she made her way over to Cole. The tub was so big she had to stand and walk over to him, the water reaching to about mid-thigh on her legs. Sitting down in the shallow seat beside him, she stared as Luke began to disrobe.

When he took off his shirt, she couldn’t help it as her mouth fell open in surprise. His ab muscles were incredibly well defined and his chest was no different. His corded biceps bulged as he threw his shirt on the nearby counter and she saw the veins in his forearms pop slightly as he undid his belt. Pushing his jeans down from his waist, he kicked off his shoes and was left in only a pair of dark boxers. The angles of his waist veered down and a smattering of dark blond hair drove down from his lower abs too, hidden by the soft material.

His fingertips threaded into the band of his underwear and he happened to catch the look on her face, grinning boldly in response.

“Like what you see, gorgeous?”

 

Woohoo, that was hot! Get your copy now!!

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 Author Bio:

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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‘A Lie Unraveled’ Bestselling author Constance Masters.

Constance Masters is here sharing a snippet of her book, ‘A lie Unravels’.

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Blurb:

Destiny Bridges moves back to her old family home with her nine-year-old daughter Sophia. Sophia doesn’t fit in at school and Destiny pulls her out, deciding to homeschool the wayward child. Her world spins on it’s axis though when she opens the door to find the new principal and Sophia’s secret daddy standing there. He tells her in no uncertain terms that she needs to properly sort out the homeschooling or get her daughter back to school.

Justin Alexander moves back to the same home town with his daughter Lily-Grace. He has raised his sweet daughter by himself since his wife’s death more than five years earlier. He comes back home to be closer to his mother and to take up the new position of principal at Benton East Elementary. When Justin does some digging to find out why Sophia has had so much trouble fitting in at school, he uncovers what seems to be a huge lie. When he finds out that Destiny has kept his daughter from him for years, he is furious and he wastes no time in exacting that revenge on Destiny’s behind.

Can two estranged lovers reconnect and blend their families into one? Probably not without some order that Justin is determined to bring to their lives.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women. If this offends you, please do not purchase this book.

 

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Excerpt 

“Come in,” Justin said in answer to the knock on the door. His secretary was a young woman, looked to be in about her early twenties and she looked absolutely terrified of him. Was he really so scary?

“Mr. Alexander, I’ve just received a phone call from a parent. I tried to transfer the call but she said there was no need,” the young woman said. “She just asked me to pass on a message.”

“Katie, call me Justin, please. Was there a problem? What was the message?”

“Yes, sir, I mean Justin. Last year there was kind of an ongoing problem with the woman, Mrs. Bridges’ daughter, Sophia. I mean the problem was with the daughter but also with the mother. She was always sticking her nose in; blaming the other kids, telling the teachers how they should teach and what was wrong with the way they disciplined Sophia.”

“Oh?”

“Maybe you better read the child’s file,” Katie said. “I tried to tell her that I wasn’t really the person she should be talking to but she hung up on me before I could transfer the call. She just said tell the principal that Sophia won’t be needing a place in the school this year.”

“I see.” He quickly scanned the file that Katie handed him, although he did intend to have a better look, especially when he saw who the mother was. He frowned. “The mother is Destiny Bridges?” Well, that was either an enormous coincidence or he knew the person; well. More than well, they had been an item for a few years back when they were in school.

“Yes, and the daughter is Sophia Alexis Bridges.” Katie pointed to the file. “As you can see, there were many incidents in the year that she was at this school and the transcripts from her last school in Florida weren’t a lot better.”

“It says here that her mother believes she is misunderstood?” Hmm, so she is an overprotective pain in the ass huh? Figures. She always was a little hot tempered herself if she didn’t get her own way. Not a big surprise that her daughter was shaping up the same way. He had to wonder what she looked like now, the mother, that is, not the daughter. Pain in the ass as she’d been, they had dated for years and he’d loved Destiny; she had broken his heart. Justin had never really gotten over her.

“Seems so,” Katie said. “Anyway, I’ll leave you with the file.”

“Just one last thing, Katie? Did she ask for Sophia’s transcripts to be sent to the next school?”

“There isn’t going to be a next school. She is not bringing the child back to school this year. She thinks she can better educate her at home, away from all the negativity and hoo-ha.”

“Thank you, Katie,” Justin said. Damn, he spoke too soon and jinxed himself. This situation had drama written all over it. The mother did anyway. Taking the file at face value, he would have pretty much guaranteed this mother was the one at the bottom of all the drama anyway. Helicopter parenting was alive and well in the small town of Benson East. As a teacher he had seen it all before; as Destiny’s one-time boyfriend, he had seen similar behavior from her, although back then she was still practically a kid herself, not a parent…

A little info about my fellow author, Constance Masters. 

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.

 

“Such a sweet little body. No wonder the other women were jealous and drove you away.”

“You have turned me into a wanton woman.”

Rachel

“And a wanton woman is just what I need.”

Rachel De Vine’s ‘SNATCHED’

Place and time is 1850, An impoverished Eastern European country

Laryssa   is a 37-year-old woman who has been a widow since her 18-year-old daughter, Sofiya, was a baby.

Bhodan   is  the leader of a group of bandits who travel around the countryside robbing and pillaging, and sometimes abducting pretty young women. He is bitter and angry after a vicious fight when he was young caused him to gain two livid scars across his face.

What could have happened to bring these two together?

Laryssa leaves her house for a short while, and returns to find that the bandits have taken her beautiful daughter, the light of her life. She is distraught, and sets off to find and rescue her. Her travels take her to the ruined castle, where the bandits hide out, and she begs Bhodan to allow her to stay as a housekeeper and bedfellow, without revealing her connection to Sofiya.

Despite the intentions of both, they find that they have a strong, sexual attraction for each other, and Bhodan gradually becomes less angry with the world and more attracted to Laryssa, a woman who shows him what love and kindness – something he has never experienced before – can do.

 

One day, while out robbing, Bhodan returns seriously wounded – the only one of the four bandits to return to the castle. This provides the opportunity that Laryssa has been waiting for, the chance to escape with Sofiya. But if she takes that chance then she will be leaving Bhodan to die. Laryssa is torn between love for her daughter, and the increasing feelings she has developed for Bhodan. How can she choose between the love of her daughter and probably the only chance she will ever have for love.

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NOTE: This book was previously published as a short novella with the same title. It has been amended and greatly extended to more than double its length.

EXCERPT

The icy wind penetrated the woman’s flimsy cloak and went deep into her aching bones. It was almost dark, and the dense forest on either side of the track was gloomy and menacing. The trees made a creaking, moaning noise as the wind howled through them, and there came a sound of a distant wolf, but she tried not to be afraid. She had been walking for nearly three days, and her body was so weary that she was scared that it would let her down and she would collapse here in this lonely and desolate place. Sheer willpower and thoughts of her precious Sofiya were the only things forcing her to keep placing one foot after another.

Sofiya was her joy and her reason for living. She was her vibrant and beautiful eighteen- year-old daughter, and since her husband’s death, when Sofiya was no more than an infant, there had been just the two of them, together against the harsh and unforgiving world. She would walk to the ends of the earth for her child, and right now she felt as though she was walking to the ends of the earth, but she had no choice since the night the men came and took her daughter.

She had only been away from the house for a few hours, taking care of a sick old man on the other side of the village, but it was long enough for them to gallop to her home and snatch her precious daughter. A neighbor came running to tell her that Sofiya had been taken, that four men on horseback and with daggers tucked into their waistbands had entered her house and dragged her daughter screaming to one of the horses. They had flung her over the saddle in front of one of the riders, and within minutes, had galloped away. When the woman heard the news, she sank to the floor and screamed so much that people came running from far and wide to find out what evil had occurred that someone should cry out with such pain and anguish.

One of the men, new to the village, said he was afraid that Sofiya had been taken by a band of criminals known for stealing cattle and treasure from wherever they could find it, and that they also took away pretty young women who caught their eye. He had heard of such events from people in his previous village, and the women they took were not heard from again. Some said that they were sold into slavery in faraway places.

On hearing this, the woman fainted.

When she recovered consciousness, she knew that she must find Sofiya and rescue her from whatever terror and degradation that would come from being with such men. Life without her daughter could not be contemplated. She collected some food and her cloak, and set out to find her daughter, uncertain where to go and how far she must travel.

The first night was spent in a shed with some goats, who at least provided her with some warmth, and the second with a sympathetic and kind old woman who shared her meagre supper and allowed her to curl up in front of her fire for the night. If it hadn’t been for her kindness, she feared that she might not be here now. But the night was coming again, and she dreaded the coming hours of darkness, without food or heat or shelter. She had seen no habitation for many hours and began to sink into a deep despair as she contemplated her fate. Would she die out here on this lonely track, perhaps eaten by the wild animals that surely inhabited the forest?

Just as she was about to surrender to the exhaustion and the pain in her body, she thought she detected a light through the trees. Turning a corner in the road, a large, gloomy, old castle loomed ahead; part of which was in ruins, giving it an abandoned appearance. However, the sight of a faint light coming from one of the narrow windows on the upper floor showed her that the castle was likely inhabited.

Could this be the place she was seeking?

Apart from the light in the upstairs window, there were no other signs of occupation. It looked abandoned and menacing. There may have been extensive grounds around the castle once, but now a small area of rough ground was the only open area, surrounded by dense forest that was slowly creeping towards the building, ready to reclaim it for its own.

The woman knew that there was no point in going to the entrance and begging for the release of her daughter, if this was indeed where she was being held captive. The men holding Sofiya would almost certainly laugh in her face and send her packing. She needed to convince them to let her enter the castle and stay a while so that she could work on a plan to rescue her daughter from their clutches. And how she begged the gods above for her daughter to be within these walls so she had not made the long and tortuous trip in vain.

She reached the heavy oak door and tugged the bell pull, the sound echoing in the corridors beyond. For a long time it seemed as though the bell was going to be ignored, but eventually the woman heard a shout from above. Looking up, she saw a man staring down at her from an open window.

She offered him everything, in her desperate search for her daughter

 

Author Biography

I write erotic romances as Juliette Banks, but some of you may also know me as the author Rachel de Vine. I am British and live in a beautiful rural part of England. However, I also like travelling to remote and unusual parts of the world, and have visited places as diverse as Tibet, Bhutan, Peru, Namibia and China. Our world is so beautiful and I hope that it will always remain so, and I see myself as being so lucky to have the freedom to travel that was denied many previous generations. I hope I never take it for granted.

 I write mainly romances, because I am an incurable romantic, and I write erotic romances because I am always attracted to the sexuality and sensuality that is within so many of us. I like to write about interesting characters who often have to survive life’s challenges before they can reach the happy ending they deserve.

Here are my contact details:

Facebook         http://facebook.com/juliettebanksauthor

Twitter             www.twitter.com/juliettebanksuk

Website            www.racheldevineauthor.com  (a site for both Rachel and Juliette)

Amazon Author Page for Juliette Banks here

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Thank you, Mary, for inviting me to your blog, and I hope your readers have enjoyed a taste of my book.

Juliette x

You’re welcome🙂

Maggie Carpenter’s ‘Wanton Widow’ #VictorianRomance

Maggie Carpenter’s THE WANTON WIDOW has it all!!!

MYSTERIOUS STRANGERS.  MURDER AND VENGEANCE.

and most of all

BLAZING PASSION. 

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Crackling lightening and booming thunder roar through the night, almost shaking the mansion. Lady Verity James, a widow who shuns society’s rules, is in her lavish boudoir with a secret lover when her austere butler knocks on her door. A foreign stranger, soaked through, is in the foyer.

His name is Dantae Fellini, and he claims to be the secretary to an Italian Count. Their carriage crashed, and Dantae has been sent to seek help.

She offers shelter, but quickly discovers their accident was sabotage. What secrets do the men hold? Is danger now lurking in her home? And why does Count Cavaletti appear ill-at-ease, while his secretary, with his long dark hair and blazing blue eyes, make her pulse race and her face redden.

Suddenly her life is turned upside down. Surrounded by drama and intrigue, she is swept away in an unstoppable romance, finding herself subject to discipline and unspeakably wicked pleasures.

If you enjoy suspenseful, erotic romance, look no further than Maggie Carpenter’s latest novel, a thrilling Victorian page-turner. Pick it up today.

EXCERPT #1

“Forgive me, Verity, but you are astoundingly immodest for an English woman. Most I’ve met, in fact, all the English ladies I have met, would have been mortified to be standing in their drawing room in the middle of the night with a complete stranger dressed in their nighttime garments.”

“I can assure you, I am not your average English Lady, either in my title or as a woman.”

“This I can see,” he nodded with a wry grin, “you are quite unique.”

“As are you,” she quipped, “and I suspect you are making these inappropriate comments in an attempt to change the subject. Who is it that you fear? Who are you watching for so diligently?”

“How can you be sure Cyrus was right?” he asked casually as he splashed some brandy into a glass. “Perhaps he is mistaken. Perhaps the way the wheel broke makes it appear to be have been meddled with when it wasn’t,” he said patiently, handing her the glass. “Perhaps it really was an accident and all perfectly innocent.”

“And perhaps you’re standing down here staring out the window because you enjoy watching the rain pour on to the front lawn, rather than the back lawn,” she said sarcastically. “Please, Mr. Fellini, do not take me for a light-headed female whose only interest is gossip and fashion.”

“My goodness, so quick to temper,” he said, an almost scolding tone to his voice, then softening his tone, he added, “forgive me, I do not wish to offend or insult you.”

“Then, please, tell me, why did you wish to hide the coach after the accident?”

“Shall we sit down?”

“Don’t you need to keep watch?”

“I might be somewhat over zealous. It is, as you said earlier, a dreadful night. I can’t imagine anyone wandering through the storm searching for me, or the count, but I worry. Worrying is what I do. Some people must plan, some people can sleep through anything, some-“

“Some people have a need to know,” she said sharply, cutting him off mid-sentence.

“And that is you?”

“And that is me,” she said stridently, “and now you admit that someone might be looking for you.”

“Someone might,” he replied. “That I am willing to share.”

“Perhaps you could bring some life back to the fire,” she suggested. “It’s cold down here. Just enough to warm us for the few minutes we’ll be here.”

“Of course,” he said cordially, and placing his tumbler on the coffee table, taking the long steel rod from the frame in which it stood, he poked at the softly glowing embers.

But Verity wasn’t particularly cold; she was unnerved. Having him pay attention to the fire, rather than her, would give her a moment to collect her thoughts, something she desperately wanted to do. He was having that strange affect on her again. The sparks were flying between them just as much as they were shooting from the log he was spurring, and she didn’t understand why, or what to do about it.

“There, is that better?” he asked, returning the poker to its holder and sitting back down opposite her.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Tell me, Verity, what is it you want to know?”

“Everything, of course.”

“Everything? That’s quite a bit,” he said with a faint smile.

“Who is it that pursues you, and why?”

“Who? I’m not entirely sure.”

“How can you not be sure?”

“It could be one of several people.”

“You have several people wanting you harmed? Why? How long have these people been after you? Is the count really a count? Quite frankly, you appear to be more a count than he does. Are you both whom you claim? I insist on answers, and I insist on them right now.”

Verity knew her voice was loud and rising in pitch, and she also knew why. It wasn’t her unanswered questions, it wasn’t her insatiable curiosity, it wasn’t even that he and the count were mysterious strangers. It had nothing to do any of that. It was the rising erotic fever in her body.

Sitting across from him in front of the gently flaming fire, seeing the glow reflected in his extraordinarily blue eyes and feeling his magnetic pull, was more than she could bear. She wanted to taste the brandy still wet on his lips, she wanted to open her robe, lift her nightgown, and settle herself on the ramrod she knew was hiding in his trousers.

 

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A BIT ABOUT MAGGIE

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.

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WHEN A COWBOY LOVES A WOMAN

(Contemporary Western)

THE  WARRIOR  AND  THE  MISCHIEVOUS  WITCH

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HER DOCTOR IN CHARGE

(BDSM Medical)

HIS WILLFUL BRIDE

(Victorian)

 

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Twitter:@magcarpenter2

 

‘Her Alien Commander’ by #Author Ashe Barker #sci-fi #BDSM #spankingromance

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Blurb

After leaving Earth on what she thought would be an adventure, Caria Montgomery quickly ends up in way over her head. Captured by hostile aliens, she faces the prospect of perishing on an isolated planet until she is rescued by Commander Phahlen Verdar and his crew.

Phahlen is delighted to have a human female aboard his ship. In the years since the women of his own world were nearly wiped out by a terrible plague, taking a mate has become all but impossible for most males of his species, and he doesn’t plan to let this opportunity pass him by. His plan to claim Caria is aided by the fact that, due to the unsavoury nature of the crew of the ship on which she was travelling, she is now a wanted fugitive back on Earth.

Though Caria is initially defiant, a sound spanking on her bare bottom demonstrates her admittedly handsome future mate’s resolve. His bold dominance awakens an intense need within her, and before long she finds herself yearning for the pleasure of his masterful lovemaking. But is she truly prepared to surrender herself fully to her alien commander, or will she seek to return to Earth and clear her name as soon as possible?

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

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 About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

 

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EXCERPT 1 

“Have you heard of the Oestral Pandemic?”

Caria shook her head, forcing her concentration back to the matter at hand and her somewhat unpredictable situation.

“It’s a disease, a viral infection to be exact, virulent and highly contagious. It swept through Vahle some twenty-seven years ago and halved our population within a matter of three par-cycles. We were able to develop a vaccine, but not quickly enough to prevent the spread of the disease. By the time we were in a position to control it, the damage was done.”

“Half your population, you said?” Caria gaped at him. She could barely comprehend such a tragedy.

“Yes. The female half. The Oestral virus only affects females, and it proved fatal in ninety percent of cases. Those Vahlean females who did survive were rendered infertile by the virus. We became a race of males and a handful of sickly females, doomed to become extinct unless we could find some way of producing a next generation, and over time re-establishing a gender balance. So you see, as a healthy female you are of great value to us and we will reject demands for your extradition in order to secure your… contribution… to our efforts.”

“But, I am not Vahlean.”

“No, but humans are among the half dozen or so compatible species who can be impregnated by Vahlean males to produce young who are themselves fertile. Your offspring will be half human, but we are prepared to accept the dilution of our species if that is the cost of survival. We are a pragmatic race, Caria, and a determined one. When we learned that a human female remained trapped on the planet, it became imperative that we extract you alive. That is the only reason you are here.”

“So, if I had been of no value to you, you would have left me to die?”

Phahlen had the grace to shrug, his expression decidedly uncomfortable. He hesitated, clearly reluctant to answer.

“Wouldn’t you?” Caria was not about to allow him to evade her perfectly fair question.

“Yes, probably,” he bit out at last. “The situation on planetoid three seven nine was perilous in the extreme. If you had been a male, or even a female past her fertile years, I doubt I would have risked my life and the safety of my crew in affecting a rescue. And now…”

“Now you will have your payback.”

“In a manner of speaking. I have been in contact with the Vahlean High Council and registered my claim. Confirmation was received just a few moments ago, and you are now fully under my jurisdiction and protection. The authorities on your planet have accepted this ruling in exchange for our guarantee that there will be no repetition of your earlier transgressions and that you will be held in a secure unit for an appropriate length of time. The suggested sentence for piracy is thirty of your Earth years, I am advised. Needless to say, you will cause no further trouble to Earth or other allied civilisations, and I have no doubt we can provide the required level of security to satisfy the conditions imposed by your home world.” He paused, as though waiting for her to concur with his view of the matter. Caria remained silent. She was stunned.

Thirty years! Thirty fucking years…

Phahlen lifted one eyebrow, then continued. “You are no longer Caria, of the Montgomery line. From now on, and for the foreseeable future, you will be designated as convict three seven zero, Delta class. I regret that no appeal will be permitted, and that I can offer you no choice in the exact nature of your confinement and the treatment you will receive whilst in my custody. The stakes for Vahle are far too high for that. You are, to all intents and purposes, mine now. You will make yourself available to me, and your children will be part of our repopulation project.”

He paused to cast a swift smile her way. Caria believed he intended to offer reassurance. He failed utterly.

“However,” he continued, “as I assured you earlier, this need not be an unduly unpleasant existence. I am prepared to treat you fairly, with respect and consideration, and of course your good health will be my paramount concern.”

“Because I am breeding stock? No better than a brood mare?” Caria managed to grind out the words, her lips dry, her throat already closing as she struggled to catch her breath.

He chose not to reply, but she couldn’t mistake the incline of his head.

“How is it that you get to stake your claim to me? The privileges of rank?”

“In part, yes. However, given our need to optimise the outcomes of the Vahlean repopulation programme, we also vet all males to grade their fertility. It would be foolish indeed to allocate one of the few females we do have to a male who may fail to produce the goods. My grading is alpha ten, the highest fertility ratio in the Vahlean spectrum, so I have priority status in such circumstances. I am at the head of the line, so to speak.”

 

 

Jaye Peaches #SexyHighlander

 The Highlander’s Mate

 Will centuries of  a Highland legend prevent Claire from marrying her lover?

 Jaye, I looovvve this cover!!

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When Claire Armitage’s fiancé, Captain Felix Hughes, informs her that he must interrupt their courtship to travel to his estate in Scotland on urgent business, she is distraught. Refusing to wait patiently for his return as he instructed, she instead journeys to the highlands on her own to join him, but upon her arrival she quickly discovers that he will not tolerate such reckless behaviour.

Resolved to demonstrate to his future bride that disobedience will have consequences, Felix takes Claire over his knee for a thorough spanking on her bare bottom. But chastising her in such a fashion awakens desires in him that are too powerful to control, and to protect her innocence he attempts to send her back home to England until he can make her his wife.

Claire cannot be dissuaded from returning once more to Felix’s side, however, even if it means submitting to any punishment he sees fit and then surrendering completely to his lustful dominance. But when she learns the true reason for his visit to the ancient home of his family, and sees with her own eyes that Felix is much more than an ordinary laird, will Claire still yearn for him to claim her?

Publisher’s Note: The Highlander’s Mate is a stand-alone sequel to His Lordship’s Mate. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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She brushed aside a tear that hung from an eyelid. “I don’t want to be punished,” she huffed.

“Nor do I wish to punish you. This, I can assure you, will end my disappointment, and yours too. I sense you know that you have travelled in on a whimsical pretext and with little consideration for those who care for you. Your impatience is to blame.”

He summoned up her fault with accuracy and she had no ground to argue a defence. “I’ve never been spanked before,” she said quietly.

“It is time you were then.”

She gaped at him, astounded by his consistent tone of voice and refusal to be swayed by her calls for mitigation. What surprised her most was that she actually wanted to appease him and to such extent she was facing the realisation she would let him spank her. Rising, she shuffled around the table on her wobbly legs.

“Lift up your skirts,” he told her. Once again, the authority of his voice astounded her. It seeped into her mind and ate away at the defiance.

She tried another attempt at mitigation. “Can’t you spank me over them?”

He smiled for a second. “Claire, what purpose would that serve when I wish you to show humility? Now be a good girl and don’t argue with me. Lift up your skirts to your waist.”

Heat bloomed into her face and she hunched her shoulders in shame. “I’m not wearing drawers. I had no clean drawers. I left my luggage at the tavern in Garve.”

“I know. The cart arrived earlier. The innkeeper is a good fellow. Now, you’ll have clean drawers and clothes, but after I have tanned your bare hide.”

She’d dreamed of undressing for him. A slow, seductive divesting and instead, she had the ignominy of hitching up her gown and petticoats, bundling them before her and showing her stockingless legs and bottom cheeks.

“Come, come, Claire. You’ve a bonny arse to show me.”

“Sir!” His vulgar term had surprised her. He never spoke so uncouthly before now.

“I shall say it again—a bonny arse that needs to be disciplined. Bend over my lap and grip the chair legs. Now.”

Aghast, and close to crying, she tipped forward and lay over his thighs. He supported her as she shifted into position. He unravelled her skirts and a cool waft of air hit her between the thighs. She squashed them together and prayed he could not see what lay between them.

Felix rested his hand on her bottom. The warmth of his hand permeated quickly through her shivering flesh. Nerves had caused a flurry of goose bumps to rise up across her body. His hand felt huge and weighty, not the hand of a gentleman.

“I shall give you a warm-up with my hand, then when I deem you ready, I shall take a spoon and drum it upon your tender behind until you appreciate what a bad lass you’ve been.”

Claire clutched the chair legs and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. The only reason she was doing this was because he had asked her and if she had any say in what might happen to her in the coming days, any chance of convincing him to let her stay, she had to show willingness to obey him.

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14100429_287555788285664_7905858975980910383_nAbout Her Protector

Tony Angelico thinks he knows all about Dominants and submissives. After all, his two brothers are unapologetic Dominants with long-term submissive partners. Tony also knows that Tessa, the woman who works for him… the one girl he can’t get out of his mind… is interested in the lifestyle. But he wants no part of bossing women around, let alone dominating them.

Tessa Damon craves the attention and discipline of a strong, dominant alpha male, but she’s not been able to find what she’s looking for. She’s attracted to Tony, and can’t help fantasizing about being taken over his knee for a sound spanking. She longs for the release and comfort of submitting to a man she can trust.

The night Tony decides to give it a shot, everything changes. But can Tessa be healed from her abusive past, and find that she’s worthy of love? Can they find a path that works for both of them? Will Tony finally understand that there is no one definition to cover every nuance of what being a Dominant means – not when his heart and soul know that he wants nothing more than to assume the role of Tessa’s protector?

 

DISCLAIMER: This book contains explicit themes, including the spanking of adult women and other BDSM scenarios. The book also includes a self-harm scene involving “cutting”. If such material is likely to offend or trigger you in some way, please do not read.

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“Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice so gentle, it seemed almost ironic he was talking about spanking her. His gentleness made the tears threaten to fall again, her throat clogged with them. She’d been bossed around and tied up, ordered into submission and whipped, but never had any of the men she was with asked her not only what she wanted, but what she needed.

“A real spanking,” she whispered. “One that hurts. I want to feel your strength.”

One of his hands wrapped around her waist, and her hand instinctively flew back. He grasped it, holding her hand, a gesture that was at once intimate and assuring, pressing her hand, engulfed in his large one, into the small of her back as the first smack of his hand fell. Her panties were thin and his hand large; the sting from the single swat hurt more than she’d expected.

“Ow,” she said in a little voice.

“Too hard?” he asked, squeezing her hand in the small of her back.

“Noooo, no no no, please, Tony,” she said. “Not too hard. That’s perfect.”

Another sound smack jolted her, and now he was spanking her in earnest, his palm rising and descending, and the heat of each spank warmed her skin, beginning with a jolt of pain that quickly spread to warmth, and her clit zinged with each stroke…

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Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. In 2012, she became interested in the d/s lifestyle, and has discovered her love for writing romance with a d/s twist. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.

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Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves – coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family – her love of words has only continued to grow… in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.

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