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Elodie Parkes has a new release from Evernight Publishing. ‘Leave me Breathless.’ Elodie, that cover leaves me breathless 😉 


Leave me Breathless


Dishy Seth Callahan relocates one of his business offices to a pretty Louisiana town. He’s lonely and discovers an emptiness inside him he just can’t fill … that is until he starts his house parties, where he fills the hollow with sultry encounters.
Four years later, his house parties attract lonely people looking for sensual comfort from far and wide.  Rosanna Pyne arrives in town seeking solace after a bad relationship, and her neighbors take her to one of Seth’s parties. Seth notices her right away. He approaches her, but Rosanna backs away from Seth’s steamy advances. Seth falls into fantasizing in a most erotic way about the lovely Rosanna until one night she makes a move on him.
Rosanna is looking for someone to love her. Is there any chance it might be Seth?
 
I wrote ‘Leave me Breathless’ after seeing a magazine article about the old plantation mansions in Louisiana. Intrigued by the different architectural styles and the history, I looked them up online. As I read about the old plantations and about some of the mansions remaining I became aware of the gorgeous surrounds and gardens that are spread around Louisiana. One particular garden and large house that caught my eye as I cruised the internet sparked the idea for this story. I imagined a lonely man on a business trip falling in love with a mansion, buying the place, and moving, only to find his loneliness hadn’t dissipated in the beautiful place. Then he hits on the idea of holding house parties…Seth Callahan is a sensual guy but as soon as he sees Rosanna at one of his parties his sexual appetite goes wild and his needs flash over him until he’s desperate to possess her. Naturally this is a love story, an erotic romance with an HEA, because I must have one. I hope you enjoy this summer story.



 
Read an excerpt

The outside of Magnolias had been painted a cool, ethereal blue in the seventies, many years before Seth Callahan bought the mansion. The house took its name from the abundance of beautiful flowering trees that grew along one side of the estate, and no one could remember the place ever being called anything else. As the sun set, the blue became tinged with a multitude of almost transparent pinks that shimmered in the hot summer air. That’s when the silver-white fairy lights would appear twinkling in the grounds of Magnolias, and soft strains of music drifted on the evening breeze.
Seth had fallen in love with the mansion and surrounding estate as soon as he saw it. The whole place evoked fantasies in Seth’s lonely heart, and filled it with hope of erotic nights. Seth’s somber moods lifted there, and it wasn’t long before he found a way to share this sexy atmosphere with the beautiful and curious people in town.

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Seth watched from his seat on the balcony as the stream of people arrived at the house party. He’d divided his massive French Colonial style house into public and private, much like his life. Seth had built two reputations since arriving from New York four years earlier, one as a high-achieving businessman, and the other as the host of an elite sex club that operated under the guise of house parties. Seth liked to sit on the wraparound balcony of Magnolias, his Louisiana home, with a glass of iced tea, and check out the people who’d come to sample swinging, swapping, and the sensual dance of flirting that led to sex if they chose. He swished the remains of the pale golden liquid around. It had warmed in the humid air, and Seth placed the tall glass on the table. Enticing laughter reached him. He stood to lean over the balcony rail and look more closely at his guests.
That’s when he saw her, the pale-green silk of her dress blown against her body in a revealing caress by the evening breeze. The thin fabric outlined her nipples and flat stomach. It clung to her as if in love with the perfection of her figure. Seth’s gaze followed the flow of her long dark hair as tendrils lifted and swept her breasts. He sighed with pleasure. The sight of her made his cock stir. She’s lovely, sexy body. Wonder who she is? Maybe Pearl knows. Who’s that she’s with?

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Evernight Publishing June 16 release
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About Elodie

I’m a writer who is in love with happy endings, currently based in southern UK.
I love: music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean. I work with antiques by day and words by night. Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my home, and I write.

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Stop by for a sneak peek at my new book from Stormy Night Pubs ‘Callie’s Daddy’ #ageplay #erotic #romance

 

calliesdaddy (1)My new book with Jimmy Thomas on the cover. Woohoo!!! Warning 18+

 

Blurb:

Twenty-six-year-old Callie Shaw has needed a father figure in her life for many years, and when she meets Brandon Clay she wonders if she might have found the man to fill that role at last. Though he spoils her and loves her dearly, Brandon is not a man to be trifled with, and when Callie lies to him and puts herself in danger she soon finds herself bent over her new daddy’s lap for a stinging spanking on her bare bottom.

 

Though he does not hesitate to chastise her firmly when she misbehaves, Brandon never fails to hold Callie in his arms when her punishment is over, and his strict but loving discipline ignites a fire in her which can only be quenched by surrendering her body to his masterful lovemaking. But is she truly prepared to trust her daddy to do what is best for her, even when she has been really naughty and she knows that the spanking she has coming is one she will never forget?

 

Publisher’s Note: Callie’s Daddy is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

Teaser 18+

Brandon leaned over her and licked the shell of her ear. “Your skin is so nice and pink. Tell me, does my dirty girl want a good ramming from her daddy?” Broad fingers played with her labia.

She pushed back against his touch. “Oh, yes, Daddy Brand, ram me good, please,” she panted, rubbing her nipples against the cool cherry wood. She heard him loosening his trousers, but couldn’t wait and inched her way to the end of the desk, intent on humping the rounded corner. A slap landed squarely on her sore ass.

“Are you trying to hump my desk, dirty girl?” He pushed a finger deep inside her pussy. She groaned, rising on her tiptoes for more. “Hmm, how wet you are.” He added another finger, scraping in and out her sensitized flesh. Callie stuck out her buttocks and mewled. “You like when daddy fingers your pussy, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes, it feels so good.” She ground her hips. “Daddy, I want more. I want something bigger and harder in there.”

He pulled out his fingers nice and slow and, from the corner of her eye she saw him raise them to his nose. “You smell so sweet and good. I’ll give you something hard, but first I want to taste you. Would you like daddy’s tongue between your legs?”

Callie wasted no time in flipping over on her back.

Brandon chuckled. “Now that’s an order you have no trouble following.”

“Nope.” She set her feet flat on the desk and parted her knees. “Lick me, daddy. I ache so.” She burned hot as his sizzling gaze roamed slowly over that part of her that wept for his attention.

“Show daddy where you ache, Callie mine.”

Callie’s hand shook slightly as she touched herself between her legs. “Right here.” Using her other hand, she spread the folds of her sex.

Brandon stared at her, his eyes deepening to a darker blue. “Your delicate pink flower belongs to daddy.” His tongue fluttered along the length of her inner thighs, making her squirm. He kissed the swollen bud. “Come for me. Give daddy your special cream from that sweet little cunt.”

Callie writhed and moaned as his mouth latched onto her flesh. He slid both hands beneath her buttocks, lifting her higher, and buried his face between her legs. She grabbed onto his forearms and bucked against his mouth. It felt as if his tongue was licking her everywhere at the same time. He nipped her clit then lapped at the bite, soothing the area with long licks as he worked his way down to her dark hole. He tongued her there. Once. Twice. Callie’s breath came short and fast. Brandon moved his way back up to her entrance and covered her opening with his mouth. His tongue slipped inside and her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm.

Brandon grabbed hold of her hips. “Daddy’s going to give it to you good.” He drove himself inside her and she cried out. It didn’t take long for her to match his thrusts. “I’ll punish this sweet wet pussy of yours so you’ll think twice about showing off what’s mine. I’ll teach you who’s in charge.” She moaned in reply.

“Daddy, that special feeling is coming again.” Her breath quickened.

“Just let it come, princess. Let your daddy pleasure you one more time.”

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“Sounds like you need a firmer hand on the leash” Hmm, I love that line ;)

#MyDom #Newrelease 18+ #Blushing Books Jane Henry and Maisy Archer stopped by to share a snippet of their new release ‘My Dom’.  Caution, the excerpt is hot. Here’s a little peek at what the book is about.banner two

My dom coverBlurb:

Heidi considers herself a strong, independent, professional—definitely not the type to fall for a macho, dominant alpha-male like her neighbor in 6F. Yet when she overhears his kinky, sensual escapades one evening, she finds herself as intrigued as she is horrified. Surely that’s not spanking she’s hearing? And are those whimpers from the woman in his bed caused by pleasure or pain? She tells herself she is not attracted to…whatever they are doing. But when she has an unfortunate run-in with Mr. 6F himself, the connection is electric. To her great consternation, she finds herself imagining what it would be like to be under his authority, or bound to his bed.

Dominic thinks he’s tasted all the pleasures the lifestyle has to offer without the messy complications of an emotional connection or commitment…until he meets Heidi. The night she finally gets up the nerve to ask him to put her over his knee, he’s more than happy to oblige. This sassy, adorable woman draws out of him a desire to protect and lead, awakened with growing fervor as he introduces her to the erotic, intoxicating world of dominance and submission.

But when Heidi and Dom are thrown together in an unlikely series of events that tie them together professionally, they must separate business from pleasure. Or will they?

Excerpt:

“Keys,” Dom demanded, and just that single word made her tremble violently.

Shit! Where were her keys? In her purse, which she’d just left in the…

“Back in the car!” she moaned.

Without breaking stride, Dom swung right, towards his building. He quickly unlocked the door and Heidi stumbled through it, into the cool silence of his entryway.

Before she could draw breath, Dom was in front of her, pushing her back against the door, his body flush against hers, his lips on her throat.

Her arms rose to touch him, but he grabbed both of her wrists in his hands and pinned them to the door above her head.

“Once we start, Heidi, I’m not gonna stop,” he told her, and she wasn’t sure if it was a threat or a vow, but either way her answer was the same.

“Yesss,” she breathed.

His tongue darted out to lick the sensitive spot just below her ear, a gesture of approval for her quick agreement, and Heidi felt her knees buckle as sensation overwhelmed her. Everything about him excited her – the sight of the broad shoulders beneath his dark blue suit jacket, the strong but gentle hold of his fingers on her wrist, the spicy smell of his aftershave, and the raspy arousal of his voice as he spoke to her.

“I don’t know if you understood what you agreed to, back in that conference room, what you gave me, but here’s our new agreement. You don’t like something, you don’t understand something, you’re freaked out about something, you talk to me, and we will find a solution.”

The steam of his breath against her throat made it nearly impossible to concentrate on his words.

“Right,” she whispered, shifting her head to allow him better access.

“And,” he said, pausing to grasp her earlobe with his teeth and make her gasp. “You do whatever you need to do when you’re out there. You built yourself a career you’re proud of. I would never want this, us, to fuck that up. But in here, Heidi…”

His voice descended to a growl.

“In here, you belong to me.”

As he spoke the words, he pressed his hips more firmly into hers, and she could feel the hard length of his erection burning against her stomach, marking her.

She closed her eyes.

“God, yes,” she whispered drunkenly.

And then suddenly he was gone.

Her eyes flew open. In the bright sunlight that flooded the entryway from the sidelights to the left and right of the door, she saw him standing several steps away, hands fisted at his sides, eyes fixed on her face, chest heaving beneath his fitted dress shirt.

“Shirt first, Heidi,” he commanded, his voice raw. “Nice and slow.”

“Sh… shirt?” She could hear the dreamy quality of her own voice, the sound dampened by the thrum of blood in her ears.

“Show me, baby,” he murmured.

She licked her suddenly dry lips.

He wanted her to strip for him?

Good. Lord.

She could feel a pulse low in her belly.

Eyes on his, Heidi lifted her hands to the top button of her shirt and took a step toward the hall that led to his bedroom.

He moved a single step to block her path.

“Right here, Heidi.”

Here? In the bright sunlight coming from the frosted glass windows?

As though he could read the questions in her mind, he repeated, “Right. Here. Right. Now.”

He slowly shrugged off his suit jacket and tie, then leaned against the wall and folded his arms, watching her.

If he had looked the slightest bit disinterested or aloof, if his voice had held even the slightest hint of the detachment he’d shown his other ladies, she couldn’t have done it. But his eyes didn’t so much as flicker away from her hands as they carefully slid down the placket of her blouse, freeing each button from its buttonhole. And the tension that gripped his body belied his casual pose, as did the massive erection tenting the front of his pants.

Mr. Angelico wasn’t disinterested. Not at all.

When all of the buttons were opened, she shrugged and let the thin material fall to the floor. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for his next instruction.

“The camisole,” he rasped.

Heidi was suddenly breathless.

Crossing her arms in front of her stomach, she slid the edge of the silky material from beneath her skirt and slipped it up, up, up. Each inch of her belly heated as she exposed it, warmed by the blazing heat in his eyes. It  glided softly over her skin, raising goosebumps, tightening her nipples to hard peaks, until she lifted her arms completely and let the material fall to the floor with a soft whoosh.

“Christ.” It was a whisper, a harsh release of breath.

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BIO: Jane Henry

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.

BIO: Maisy Archer

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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I sure do love me a ‘Highway Man’ and Ashe Barker’s got one ;)

Ashe Barker’s ‘The Highwayman’s Lady’ (release date 5.3.16)

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Hello, Ashe, nice to have you on my blog today. I see you have a new release in the works.

Hi  Mary, and thank you so much for inviting me over to your blog to give a shout out about The Highwayman’s Lady. I’m really excited about this story, Gray is a hero I’ve been hatching for a while now, and it just reached the point where he had to emerge. He’s a rogue and no one could mistake him for a gentleman, but I hope you’ll love him as much as I do.

I probably will by the looks of him 😉 ❤ ❤thehighwaymanslady (1)

Here’s the blurb…

After the death of her mother, twenty-year-old Imogen Bennett faces the prospect of being coerced into marriage by a scheming relative, but fate intervenes when a masked highwayman accosts her on the road. Desperate to escape the unwanted wedding, Imogen pleads with the mysterious, handsome rogue to rescue her.

 

Alistair Graham is a proud Scotsman who rebelled against British rule, and since the defeat of the highlanders at Culloden he has taken to robbing rich Englishmen travelling through Scottish lands. He is no gentleman, but he is certainly not a man who would ignore a young woman’s pleas for help, and he agrees to do what he can to assist the beautiful girl he has waylaid.

 

Imogen finds herself drawn to Alistair, and though he warns her that he expects a woman’s complete obedience both in bed and out of it, she cannot resist offering her virgin body to him. He takes her hard and thoroughly, leaving her utterly spent yet still aching for more, and when her shock at her own wantonness leads her to speak disrespectfully to him he bares her bottom and punishes her soundly.

 

A highwayman is no suitable match for a lady, however, and Alistair fears that her association with him can only put them both in danger, so he makes her promise that she’ll tell no one about what took place between them and then ensures that she is delivered safely to the home of her honourable cousin in Kirkleven. Yet despite her best efforts to put Alistair out of her mind forever, in her heart Imogen knows she will always belong to the man who rescued her, mastered her, and made her his. But will her highwayman ever return to lay claim to his lady?

 

Publisher’s Note: The Highwayman’s Lady is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

 

And an excerpt…

“Please, wait.” I blurt out my words without thinking. He pauses, turns his head to regard me over his shoulder.

“Madam?”

“Take me with you. Please.”

He appears to consider my request, though just briefly. Then he shakes his head. “As I explained to your companion when he suggested a similar course of action, I do not abduct females and would object most strenuously to being hanged for such a crime. I have my faults, as must be evident, but I am no abuser of women.”

“It would not be abduction; it would be… a rescue. I will tell them that, if we are caught.” I reach for him, grasp his sleeve.

He makes a point of looking at my fingers as I clutch at his arm but does not shake me off. His gaze is level as he regards my no doubt frantic features. “I do not believe the distinction would be appreciated. I am sorry, I cannot help you other than to afford you the means to gain your freedom as I have already explained.”

“But, he will catch me. Sidney, I mean. I just need to get to my family in Scotland. They will help me.”

He shakes his head. “This is a secluded spot. It is likely to be several hours at least before anyone comes by to release him. Sidney, did you say? You will have good start on him.”

I nod. “I know, but how far will I get on foot? I do not even have a cloak.”

“We could always liberate that fine garment worn by Sidney. I would be delighted to assist you in that endeavour.”

I bow my head, disheartened. Sidney’s cloak will help, but I would still be facing a journey of over two hundred miles with no money, no food, no change of clothing, on foot and battered as I am. Even if I am able to reach Lady Beatrice in Stirling, what sort of a sight would I present by the time I arrive? She is as likely to slam her door and set the dogs on me thinking me to be an itinerant beggar as she would be to welcome me as her long-lost cousin. I try one last tack.

“I could pay you.”

He furrows his brow, his head tilted to one side. “Could you? I thought we had established that you have no money, nothing of value.”

“I do not, not yet. But I stand to inherit twenty thousand pounds on my twenty-first birthday, just eight months from now. If Sidney succeeds in forcing me to wed him, he will gain control of my inheritance. If you aid me in eluding him and thwarting his plans, I will pay you one thousand pounds. You will have to wait for eight months, but I swear to you I will redeem my debt.”

“I do believe you would, miss. However, even the promise of a small fortune for my trouble will not induce me to court the hangman’s noose for such an offence. What is more, if I were the chivalrous knight in shining armour you clearly mistake me for, I would not take payment from you in any case.”

I face the highwayman again and contemplate further pleading. I opt for a more direct and immediate reward.

“Sir, I would be prepared to do anything, anything at all you may desire, in exchange for your assistance.” I trust he will take my meaning and from the wicked glint that I perceive in his eyes, I can tell it is not lost on him. Despite my bold offer, a burning flush rises from below my neckline and creeps up my face. I am oddly calm at the prospect of sleeping with this outlaw. Indeed, the idea awakens some rather peculiar sensations deep in my belly. He may be ugly as the devil himself behind that mask, but I find him to be strangely attractive and he has treated me with the utmost respect thus far. Even so, the act of offering my body to him is not one which comes easily.

 

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‘His Rebellious Mate’ by Morganna Williams

Psst, I read this excerpt by Morganna Williams and did a one-click. Lots of spankings and hotness! <grins> Check it out 😉

MorgannaBlurb:

Nineteen-year-old Maggie Treenan, the youngest daughter of a human mother and a Ramelian commander, is certain that her brothers’ best friend, Jackson Marks, is destined to be her mate. Unfortunately for Maggie, however, Jackson sees her as nothing more than a sweet but silly girl, and when she throws herself at him to convince him otherwise she only manages to earn herself a stern scolding and a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking.

 

To make matters worse, his chastisement triggers her mating fever just before he leaves Earth to return to his post with the Ramelian Guard. Heartbroken and overwhelmed by her unmet need for the man her body knows full well is her mate, Maggie spends the next eight years running a biker bar, riding motorcycles, and doing her best to forget about Jackson.

 

When he returns to Earth at last, it doesn’t take long for Jackson to figure out what has happened. Realizing how difficult it must have been for Maggie to live for all those years with the fierce, inescapable lusts of her mating heat—lusts that only he can quench—he sets out to claim her properly and make things right as soon as possible.

 

But Maggie has grown into a feisty, headstrong woman, and Jackson soon realizes that taming her is going to be no easy task. He will need to be loving, but he will also need to be firm, even when that means punishing her thoroughly for her stubbornness. Will his rebellious mate learn to submit, or will she find herself spending most of her time with blushing cheeks and a bottom that is sore both inside and out?

 

Publisher’s Note: His Rebellious Mate is the third book of the Ramelian Brides series, which began with The Commander’s Mate and continued with The Commander’s Daughter. It is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt:

 

Maggie sprang up from where she’d been sitting on the couch and slapped him roundly across the face. “That you would deliberately put me through mating heat with no relief is unforgiveable!”

“What are you talking about, Maggie?” he asked, shocked by her behavior.

“Do you really want to understand?” she asked with an arched brow.

Jackson frowned, obviously confused by the level of anger she had for him. “Yes, baby, help me understand why you’re so upset.”

Since he was still wearing the enforcer uniform he’d been given earlier when he’d arrived at the earth enforcement center, he still had his stunner and immobilizers on his belt. “May I borrow your cuffs?”

Jackson warily handed her his immobilizing cuffs. “Now what?”

“Strip and then sit down in this chair,” Maggie ordered him as she pulled a straight-backed armless chair to the center of the room.

Jackson stripped quickly down to his undershorts, then sat down in the chair and allowed her to fasten the immobilizing cuffs to his wrists around the back of the chair. The cuffs rendered his upper body completely unable to move; it was the quickest way to subdue a prisoner.

“When I said strip I meant completely,” Maggie said with a smirk as she pulled his underwear swiftly down his body, leaving him bare to her interested gaze. She smiled as his cock immediately began to grow and swell underneath her close regard.

Maggie felt her face flush as she stared at his now erect cock. With a soft sigh of need she reached into her bustier and lifted her breasts free, the undergarment pushing them up and emphasizing their roundness. She began to pluck lightly at her erect nipples as Jackson watched, licking his lips as if he were starving for a taste of her.

“Like what you see?” Maggie asked him huskily.

“More than you know,” he rasped.

Maggie made her decision. This was the only way he could truly understand what she’d been through the last eight years. She had to bring on his own mating heat and leave him wanting, aching with need.

She quickly pushed her leather pants and panties down her legs, leaving her only in the bustier resting beneath her breasts. The scent of her arousal filled the room, causing Jackson’s nostrils to flare as the wetness leaked steadily from her core to bathe her upper thighs.

Maggie stalked toward him with a sultry smile, straddling his legs on the chair and feeding the tip of one breast between his lips.

Her back bowed as he sucked her nipple hard, wringing a needy moan from her lips. She couldn’t resist cupping the back of his head and pulling him to her as he sucked greedily on her swollen nipple.

Jackson released her breast with a popping sound, then moved his head to the other nipple giving it the same treatment. Her breasts throbbed as a matching pulse grew in her clit, leaving her aching with need.

Maggie knew she had to hurry or she wouldn’t be able to resist taking him completely. Pulling away from his greedy mouth, she reached down and spread the damp lips of her sex as she sank down on his lap so the lips wrapped the base of his shaft.

They both groaned at the intimate contact, and she leaned forward and kissed him deeply, sinking her tongue into his mouth as she began to rock up and down on his shaft, coating him in her arousal as she ground against him, the delicious friction on her clit making her moan into his mouth.

Jackson pulled his mouth free. “Maggie, put me inside you. I need to be inside you.” She ignored his pleas and continued to glide her clit up and down his shaft, denying him entrance until she shuddered softly against him in a clitoral orgasm.

She stood up and reached inside herself to gather as much of her essence as possible then made sure every inch of his pulsing shaft was covered in it, before gathering a little more and bringing her fingers to his lips.

“Taste me,” she ordered softly.

Jackson sucked her fingers deep and licked them clean. Maggie’s knees were weak with the need to climb back on top of him and impale herself on his impressive length.

She shook herself and pulled away, knowing he was watching in growing confusion as she pulled her panties and leather pants back on and then put her breasts back inside the cups of the bustier.

“Maggie, what are you doing?” Jackson asked in obvious confusion.

“I’m ensuring you understand what being in mating heat for the last eight years was like for me, Jackson. You said you wanted to understand. I’ve triggered your mating heat. Soon you’ll be mindless with your need for me. I know I can’t avoid our mating indefinitely but I’m going away for a few days.”

“Don’t you dare leave this apartment, Margaret!” Jackson roared.

Maggie grabbed the saddlebags already packed with some clothes and her sybian. “Someday I hope you’ll understand. I’ll call someone to let you out of the cuffs.”

“Margaret!” he roared her name again warningly. “If you do this I will paddle your ass!”

She grinned impudently at him. “You’ll have to catch me first. Goodbye, Jackson.”

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#New #Release #Author Bethany Leigh

BRITA Cure for All Ills. Many misdeeds – one punishment (Hmm, sounds like someone’s gonna get a spanking 😉

Maddie, Sarah, Ginny and the other feisty women in these stories all have problems. And they all have men who believe that a spanking is a cure for all ills.

#Maddie’s hot new date loves to cook – but she avoids eating at all costs

#Sarah has perfect plans for her anniversary – but Dan’s disappeared into his man-cave

#Ginny’s always let her dog run free in the ‘on-lead’ area – but now a fine has turned up in the post

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Cure-All-Ills-collection-spanking-ebook/dp/B01C4VVGPA/ref=la_B018Z9NLSK_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1456274107&sr=1-4

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Excerpt

“Keep him on the lead in future,” Andy said, “or drive to the off-lead area. If a by-laws officer spots him off-lead…”

“I’ve never seen a by-laws officer since we moved here!” I returned. “And anyway, it was better that Freddie was off the lead today when he was attacked. Otherwise I’d have been caught up in it too.”

“Virginia,” said Andy, “if Freddie had been on the lead, he wouldn’t have been bounding towards the other dog, would he?”

Virginia. I hated it when Andy called me by my full name, like he was my father or something. “Freddie was just being friendly,” I told him. “He’s never had a dog react like that before. If that dog’s aggressive towards other dogs he should be on a lead.”

“Well, like I said, I want you to keep Freddie on the lead in future.” And that was his last word on the subject. He picked up his iPad and started catching up with the day’s news.

Well, bollocks to that, I thought, picking up the scarf I was knitting for Georgia for winter. Andy only walked Freddie at weekends – and he was much bigger and stronger than me, much more capable of holding Freddie still when he wanted to run. I wasn’t going to have my arm almost yanked off just because Andy was worried about Freddie being spotted by a nonexistent by-laws officer. Nobody else around here seemed to obey the on-lead rules. And I wasn’t going to either.

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Hi Bethany thanks so much for coming on my blog and sharing some spanky snippets from your new book. LOL. These stories sound a lot like me. I hate being told what to do. Tell me and our readers a little bit about your new release.

It’s a collection of short stories and is titled A Cure for All Ills. Whereas my first book, Freedom, was an alt-history and my second, At Dead of Night, was a detective story, A Cure for All Ills is a collection of honest-to-goodness domestic discipline stories. One of the stories features a spanko time-traveller from the future making illicit trips back to 1680s London to track down the legendary spanker Whipping Tom, but all the others are contemporary, featuring women in DD relationships and whose partners see – or come to see –  spanking as ‘a cure for all ills’.

Which was your favourite story in the collection to write and why?

I have two joint favourites. ‘A Cure for All Ills’ was the very first DD story I ever wrote, based on my experiences with an eating disorder and my longing for a guy to come along and help me recover with some tough love. The other is ‘Anniversary Blues’ because I love the dynamic between the two characters. Sarah is so hot-headed and Dan is such a tough nut with a soft centre. I also love the way he goes about spanking her -– he picks her up and bends her over the bed or his knee. No ordering her across his knee – she’d never submit!

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

Catching up with friends for coffee and wine, hanging out with my family, bushwalking and spotting native wildlife, watching movies, watching really good drama on TV, playing computer games, exploring new places.

Author Bio

Bethany Leigh is a writer of domestic dramas and detective stories spiced up with spankings and romance. Her books are: Freedom, set in an alternate Edwardian England; Betrothed, a short prequel to Freedom; At Dead of Night, a contemporary whodunit; and A Cure For All Ills, an anthology of short domestic discipline stories. All are published by Blushing Books.

 

Bethany lives in Australia. When she’s not writing, she likes hanging out with her family, catching up with friends over a wine or coffee, and spotting kangaroos, wombats, kookaburras and other fabulous wildlife in the bush near her home.

 

Author links

http://bethanyleighromance.blogspot.com.au/

Twitter: @writerbethany1

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Bethany-Leigh-108399886191157/

Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Bethany-Leigh/e/B018Z9NLSK/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1449447482&sr=8-1

 

 

#NewRelease #Bethany Leigh #Spankingromance

AtDeadOfNightI’m pleased to share Bethany Leigh’s new release from Blushing Books. ‘In the Dead of Night’ Welcome, Bethany and congratulations 🙂

Red herrings meet red bottoms in this tale of detecting, discipline and life decisions.

Blurb:

After eight years of working as a PI, Lucy Ogilvy finally has a murder mystery to investigate. Who did kill Marilyn Carter, a convicted murderer who is now a prominent Christian evangelist?

Lucy’s investigations bring her back in contact with her ex-boyfriend Noel. They’d like to get back together – but he insists on a domestic discipline relationship, and forbids her to take unnecessary risks for work.

Can Lucy accept Noel’s discipline? And how do you investigate a murder without taking a few risks, anyway?

Purchase Links

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/At-Dead-Night-Bethany-Leigh-ebook/dp/B01AB4PBQW/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&qid=1452210811&sr=8-8&keywords=at+dead+of+night

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/At-Dead-Night-Bethany-Leigh-ebook/dp/B01AB4PBQW/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1452210888&sr=8-4&keywords=bethany+leigh

Blushing Books: http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=3664

The first time Noel had slapped Lucy, she’d enjoyed it.

It had been a stinging slap on her thigh, delivered after she’d turned the cold tap on him when they were sharing a candlelit bath. She’d clambered out, but he’d remained in the bubbly bathwater, eyes closed, chillaxing. Shocked out of the tub by the cold blast of water, he’d grabbed her and whacked her. Then he’d turned off the tap, pulled the plug on the water, and declared that she was going across his knee.

“Like fun I am,” she’d said, looking down at the bright palm print on her thigh.

But over his knee she’d gone and it had been fun. He’d smacked her bare, wet-from-the-bath bottom twelve times, then rolled her onto her back and given her what had at that point been the best shag of her life. Afterwards, they’d lain contented on the bed, her head tucked under his left arm.

“Now that,” she’d said, “was amazing sex.”

“Sex is always better after a spanking,” he’d declared.

“Who for? Me or you?”

“Both of us,” he’d grinned. “You were drenched and I’m not talking about the bathwater.”

“Bastard!” Half-annoyed and half-embarrassed, she slapped his arm.

“Stop that,” he said, stern. “That’s my job.” He sat up, hauled her across his lap and gave her backside another six sharp smacks.

“Ow,” she said. “This is so unfair.”

“But you’re enjoying it,” he said. “Aren’t you?”

It was too embarrassing to admit it, but yes, Lucy was. Spanking had been something she’d fantasised about for years. Schoolteachers had been the imaginary spankers in her childhood, followed by boys she’d fancied in her teens and later the handsome young men she’d met through work. She’d fantasised about being spanked by Noel, too, and the fact that he actually did spank sent shivers down her spine. Not that she could bring herself to admit it. Instead, she wiggled her bottom, hoping that would serve as the answer that she couldn’t pluck up the courage to give voice to.

He’d chuckled and stroked her smarting buttocks and thighs. “That was just playful,” he’d said. “You wait till you get a real spanking from me. I can guarantee you won’t enjoy it at all.”

At that moment she couldn’t imagine not enjoying a spanking from Noel. But down the track she’d realised he was as good as his word.

Hmm, let’s read on. Maybe Bethany will appease our curiosity and we’ll find out if Noel is true to his word about a serious spanking and if Lucy still enjoys it. 

 

Lucy observed him for a second. So far, he’d always looked amused before giving her a spanking; now, though, he looked grim.

“Is this going to be a serious spanking, then?” she asked. “The sort you say I won’t enjoy?”

“Stop prevaricating, Lucy. If I have to make you go over my knee, I’ll make the spanking harder and longer – and, believe me, it’s going to be hard enough and long enough already.” He tapped his knee with the hairbrush.

Should she? Shouldn’t she? Lucy didn’t know what she wanted to do. Refuse to let him spank her? Defy him so he would be forced to overpower her? Get over his knee? She wanted the spanking…but not to be told what to do.

In the end, she gave a defiant toss of her head, and bent over his knee. Noel lifted her skirt.

Bethany Leigh, you are such a tease to leave us hanging. Now, I’m thinkin’ Lucy’s gonna have a very sore bottom by the time Noel is finished. I wonder if I’m right?

 

Author Bio

Bethany Leigh is a newbie erotic romance writer published by Blushing Books. Her first novella, Freedom, is set in a kinky alternate Edwardian era, and her second, At Dead at Night, is a murder mystery set in present-day England. Her short story anthology, A Cure for All Ills and Other Stories, will also be published by Blushing Books, and includes contemporary, historical and time-travel stories set in Australia, England and the Czech Republic.

She enjoys writing (and reading!) about strong-willed heroines crossing swords with alpha heroes.

Author links

http://bethanyleighromance.blogspot.com.au/

Twitter: @writerbethany1

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Bethany-Leigh-108399886191157/

Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Bethany-Leigh/e/B018Z9NLSK/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1449447482&sr=8-1