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Blurb:
Bryn Aitkens is the daughter of my enemy.
And my enemies must pay.
Vengeance for the wrong done my family has driven me.
Consumed me.
And collateral damage means nothing.
So I’ll charm the innocent girl.
Seduce her.
Win her over, heart and body.
Ruin her for anyone but me.
And then strike the Aitkens family when they least suspect it.
For no enemy of the Cowen Clan goes unpunished…
Including her.
“Would her darkness match his own?”
‘Villains and Vodka’ by USAToday Bestselling author, ALTA HENSLEY
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Harley Crowe is a villain.
An assassin.
He hungered for the smell of fear. It made him hard.
Then Marlowe Masters entered his life.
A woman whose darkness matched his own.
And he knew there wasn’t a weapon that could save him from the death she would ultimately deliver.
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HER ROGUE VIKING
by Ashe Barker
Blurb
Though Fiona puts up a brave fight when her village is raided by Vikings, she ends up being carried off over the broad shoulders of Ulfric Freysson, the leader of the Norsemen. The stern, ruggedly handsome warrior quickly makes it clear that she belongs to him now, and her best efforts to escape merely earn Fiona a painful, humiliating switching on her bare bottom.
Her captor’s bold dominance sets Fiona’s passion ablaze, and when he brings her to his bed she cannot help begging for him to claim her completely. As Ulfric begins training her to please him in any way he demands, Fiona finds herself falling in love with her new master, but she soon realizes that there are those among his people who still see her as an enemy. When her life is threatened by a member of his own family, will he stand ready to protect her no matter the cost?
Publisher’s Note: Her Rogue Viking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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I have always been fascinated by Vikings. Strong, sexy warriors, ruthless, dominant and determined – what’s not to like? It was only a matter of time before I wove a story around these fierce raiders who rampaged through Scotland and England for over three centuries, eventually settling and leaving their indelible mark on our history.
A Viking raid was indeed a ferocious affair. They relied on what would nowadays probably be termed ‘shock and awe’ swooping in from the sea on their fast dragon ships to attack with vicious and deadly effect. The Nordic raiders would be gone almost as swiftly as they arrived, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The modern equivalent would be a helicopter attack on a sleepy rural village by SWAT teams armed with automatic weapons– the local people would hardly know what hit them.
I have employed a certain amount of poetic license, but I was determined to recreate the Viking era to the best of my ability – their homes, their clothing, what they ate, how they lived. I hope readers will be as entranced as I am by these creative and charismatic raiders, and perhaps forgive them their more outrageous little foibles.
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Ulfric carried her to the fallen tree and set her down beside it, taking care to allow her to lower her good leg first. Then, still ensuring that her weight remained on her uninjured foot, Ulfric helped Fiona to turn and face the trunk, then eased her torso forward until she was balanced across it. The furs and blanket provided a soft cushion. Fiona could find no reason to complain that her comfort was not considered as Ulfric patted her soon-to-be-punished bottom.
“I will lift you a little higher, to ensure that your feet are off the ground and taking no weight, and to offer me a better target, naturally.” He did not wait for any further comment from Fiona. In moments she was dangling over the tree trunk, her feet inches from the bare earth and her head and shoulders balancing her weight on the other side. The grass and a light dusting of fallen leaves were just inches from her nose but she could just make out their shapes in the gathering gloom as she quivered in this unfamiliar and vulnerable position.
Her father had been no disciplinarian. In all her nineteen summers no one had ever so much as slapped her wrist, let alone bent her over a fallen tree for a public switching. Fiona wondered if it was possible to die of humiliation.
She managed not to whimper as her skirts were raised above her waist, then tucked under the woven braid that served as a belt. Fiona was acutely aware of the half dozen or so Viking warriors who had gathered to observe the proceedings. They were all now afforded a fine view of her upturned, naked buttocks. She was glad she could not decipher the exact meaning of their calls and remarks, though the general gist was plain enough.
The jocularity ceased abruptly at a word from Ulfric. The men remained in place, watching, but they no longer offered their lewd observations.
Fiona was accustomed to harsh winters, but the bitter chill of this Nordic early evening was equal to anything she could recall in her own country. She shivered as the icy breeze caressed her bare backside and could not help clenching as Ulfric bent to select the first switch.
“Fear not, little wench. You shall soon be feeling a good deal warmer.” He swung the switch in an experimental arc, slow at first, then fast enough to produce an ominous whistle. Fiona shrieked.
Ulfric chuckled and moved in close. He laid the palm of his free hand on her bottom, the caress almost affectionate. “Try not to clench, though I realise it is difficult. Are you ready?”
There was nothing to be gained by delaying matters. Fiona nodded, then clenched her bound hands into fists as she tensed for the first stroke.
“Aagh!” She let out a shrill scream as fire exploded across her right buttock. Her entire body jerked with the force of the blow, though she had been expecting it. This hurt though, more than she had ever imagined.
“One,” Ulfric intoned. “Be still, Celt. Settle down and we shall continue.”
Somehow, through the haze of pain, she heard his words and managed to obey. Moments later fire snaked across her left cheek.
“Ooh!” Sweet Jesus, can I bear this?
“Two. Now relax, you do not wish to drag this out, I am sure.”
He was right, she did not. Fiona willed her tense muscles to soften and drew in a shuddering breath.
“Three. Four.”
She was managing the pain just slightly better now, no longer so shocked by the intensity of sensation. She managed not to cry out, and needed no further reminders to keep her buttocks soft.
“That is good. Five. Six. Seven.”
Fiona writhed against the blanket. Despite her determination to bear this ordeal with fortitude she was unable to remain still, nor could she contain her tears that flowed unchecked across her face.
Ulfric paused to once again lay his palm over her throbbing backside. Her bottom was on fire and she flinched under his touch though he was not rough with her.
“You are doing well. Just three more to go. Shall I continue, Fiona?”
No! Enough! “Yes. Please, just finish this and let me get up.”
More about Ashe Barker
USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.
Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days – her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.
At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.
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WILD for YOU
Blurb:
Nathan Holt has a reputation in Swiftwater, and not one he was proud of. If he had half a brain, he’d stay far away from there. But there was a certain blue-eyed blonde holding his heart, not to mention a half-sister that he barely knew. He had left Swiftwater to protect them from his father. That reason no longer existed.
Bonnie Blakely had been taught to be a proper lady, but inside she felt anything but proper. She longed for a man – a strong, capable man – to put her across his knee. A brief encounter with Nathan Holt had held promise, but he left Swiftwater, Kansas years ago. He had promised he’d return, but as time passed without a word, Bonnie feared her dreams of his firm hand and unconditional love would never be fulfilled.
EXCERPT:
Bonnie nibbled away on her bottom lip nervously as she closed the distance between her and the gorgeous man sauntering toward her. Keeping her gaze on Nathan, she pulled gently on the reins until the wagon came to a complete stop. He took her breath away. Rolled up sleeves at the elbow exposed his tanned powerful arms. Wet hair hung nearly to his shoulders, droplets of water glistened in between the blond hairs sprinkling his wide chest. Her throat grew dry. Suddenly, she was thirsty and eager to lick those beads of water nestled against his skin.
“Bonnie, I wasn’t sure you’d make it.”
For a split second she panicked, tempted to steer the carriage in the opposite direction and hightail it for home. He was a big man, quite capable of bending her to his will, making her do whatever he desired with just his deep voice. Bonnie inhaled deeply. Isn’t this what she wanted? A man who wasn’t afraid to take her hand?
“I brought you some lunch.” Her voice came out in a high pitch and she winced. She cleared her throat and tried again to sound normal. “I wasn’t sure you’d stop work and take the time to eat.” She set the hand-brake and gathered her skirts in one hand, prepared to climb down from the wagon by herself, but suddenly he was there and plucked her from her seat. He lifted her high in the air. She squealed, grabbing onto his shoulders so she wouldn’t fall. His sinewy flesh bunched beneath her fingers. She looked down and saw the amusement sparkling in his eyes. He pulled her close until their bodies met, then brought her down so her mouth aligned with his. For a brief, exhilarating second, Bonnie thought for sure he’d kiss her with those sensuous lips. Instead, he slowly, sinfully lowered her to the ground, her body bumped and scraped against every bulge and hard plane of his frame.
He bent his head, half his face cast in shadow. “You made me lunch? And here I thought you came by for a spanking.”
Blurb:
When she is left all but alone to defend her family’s castle against an army of battle-hardened Viking raiders, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose fights valiantly but is soon overcome. After her capture by the tall, handsome leader of the northmen, Prince Anders, she is carried away along with the rest of the spoils of conquest.
Anders makes it clear to the princess that she is now his property, to do with as he likes, and he takes pleasure in stripping her bare and putting her on display. When she defies her new master, Aurelie quickly discovers that Anders will not hesitate to spank her soundly, but to her shame the painful, humiliating punishment leaves her deeply aroused.
Bound and helpless yet burning with desire, the princess finds herself longing for the bold, dominant warrior to take her hard and thoroughly, and when she surrenders to his mastery of her body the pleasure is more intense than she would have ever thought possible. Aurelie’s submission to Anders grows more complete with each passing day, but when her brothers arrive with an army to seek vengeance against their old enemy she must make a fateful choice. Will she remain loyal to her family and her people, or come to the aid of her Viking prince?
Publisher’s Note: The Viking’s Conquest includes spankings, sexual scenes and sexual humiliation, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Author’s Synopsis:
War has come to Donrose, and with her men away, Princess Aurelie is left to defend her castle from the impending northern invasion. Vastly outnumbered and overpowered, brave Aurelie is soon captured and finds herself the new prize of Anders, Prince of the Vikings. Uncertain of her captor, and frustrated by her imprisonment, Aurelie is confused by her burgeoning desires for the towering Anders, but when he puts the maiden over his knee to punish her, her thirst for him threatens to spill over… How can a lady of such high position entertain the idea of a spanking, yet alone be excited by it? Bound, used and displayed, Aurelie’s journey of self-discovery begins as she learns her surrender delivers not only humiliation, but also great arousal and pleasure. With her yearning fit to burst, she yields to her new master, utterly compelled by his dominant affections. But then, all at once – everything changes… And now Aurelie of Donrose must make the ultimate choice and one that she never thought possible. With Anders’ life hanging in the balance, will she choose her family’s lands or her new found love?
Excerpt 1: first meeting
“Now we are alone—finally.” Those eyes drill into me again. “Tell me, my lady, who are you really?”
I flex my fingers in front of me and move my head, boldly meeting his gaze. “I am Aurelie of Donrose, the king’s only daughter and certainly not your lady.”
That wry smile cuts across his features again. “I thought you may say that, and yet you find yourself here, tied up on my floor and so, I rather think that you are mine?”
“I know not who you are,” I say in the most derisory way I can muster, “and yet I promise you that I belong to no man of the north!”
He exhales, shifting his weight in the chair to lean against his right elbow. His big blue eyes never leave me, eying me with an intensity I have never felt before.
I push myself upright—not as easy as you’d think without the proper use of your hands. Sudden pain ricochets down my left side and I squeeze my eyes shut. The sound of his movement makes them fly open again and I recoil as I see how close he now is to my seated position.
“You’re in pain, my lady?”
There’s genuine concern etched across his face and for the first time I acknowledge just what a handsome face it is. His hair is the colour of dark sand, but lighter than any I’d find on a shore of Donrose. His skin is paler than my own and that of my kin and yet I can see the years of experience worn into his forehead and those high cheekbones. His chin is covered in long, dark blond hair, and then there are those eyes… They are the colour of the deepest oceans I have read fables about, and they swim with dark intensity.
I take a deep breath, aware suddenly that I have been gaping at him this whole time. “I was hurt in battle,” I whisper, barely able to sustain eye contact with him.
He nods, rising from his crouched position and extends a muscular arm down toward me. Slowly and tentatively I meet his hand, making skin contact with him with my bound wrists. As the back of my hand brushes against him, we make eye contact again and an inexplicable shiver rushes down my spine.
“Let my servants attend to your injuries…”
I’m not sure if this is a question or a command, but his tone is almost hypnotic, trying to quash my defiance and make me compliant. I stand up next to him, fighting the urge to choose an easy life and allow his devilish façade to overawe me. It would, I realise, be all too easy to just stop fighting and consent for him to take care of me.
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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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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.”
Whew, Jane your new book, Claimed on the Frontier, looks and sounds hot!
Blurb:
Pearl has fended for herself since she was orphaned at a young age, but on the night she meets Aaron Stanley her life is thrown into chaos. The handsome pioneer and his brothers are headed west to stake their claim on the frontier, and when an unfortunate turn of events leaves Pearl without a roof over her head it is Aaron who comes to her rescue, offering to bring her along provided that she agrees to mind him.
As they begin their journey, Pearl soon discovers that Aaron is a force to be reckoned with. Though he quickly proves more than willing to take her over his knee for a sound spanking when her behavior warrants it, she is drawn to his stern, uncompromising dominance, and when circumstances force them into a hasty marriage she is happy to promise him her obedience.
Despite her headstrong nature, Pearl finds herself submitting willingly to her new husband’s mastery of her body. But even as their passion blossoms into love, Aaron is determined to be as firm as necessary to keep his bride safe in a hard, dangerous land. Can their bond survive the harsh realities of life on the frontier?
Publisher’s Note: Claimed on the Frontier is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Excerpt “Obeyin’ me is a wise choice.”
“Pearl,” he said, warning.
“No,” I said stubbornly.
What would he do, then? Pick me up and carry me to the wagon? Let him then! I would not go willingly. I hated falling asleep and being woken up, and the little rest seemed to stoke my fire and make me more ornery than ever. I didn’t know what I expected him to do. Raise his voice, maybe. Physically bring me to bed himself? Leave me to grouse by the fire?
I felt his hand on my chin, as he turned me to look at him. I was frowning, my eyes still blurry from sleep, and I avoided his eyes. But he placed a finger under my chin, lifting my face, and I couldn’t help but look at him. His honey-colored eyes were fierce, and my bravado failed me.
“Brave girl,” he murmured. “Comes with strangers to an unknown land, and plows her way through. Risks everything at a chance at a new life.” I swallowed as he continued, his finger still under my chin, my eyes trained on his. His voice hardened. “And now you defy me, knowin’ you risk a thrashin’.”
I trembled, but though I did fear him, I also felt a twinge of something different, and primal. Here I was in the presence of a sturdy man, one who would not harm me in any way but rather do the opposite – dedicate himself to making sure I was safe, and well cared for. He would not allow me to sabotage myself, but decidedly ensure my obedience.
He leaned closer to me, so close his breath brushed my ear as he whispered. “Will you obey me, or must I aid you with the flat of my palm against your backside?”
I knew then that he would aid my obedience and I wouldn’t sit pretty for some time. I felt stripped of my annoyance.
“I’ll obey you, sir,” I whispered. He pulled back just a little, enough so that his eyes met mine, probing, and his lips were so close to mine, I felt as if it was his own breath I inhaled. He drew me to him, his hand pressed to the small of my back just seconds before his lips met mine. The sensation was quite different from anything I’d ever expected. My hips bucked, and he pulled me to standing so that he towered over me, his strong hands grasping my waist, holding me so that I felt his flank against my front. The heat of his lips was on mine, and I felt a pulsing throb between my legs as one of his hands grazed the front of my dress. It was scandalous, what we were doing, but in the moment I did not care.
He finally pulled away. He leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“Obeyin’ me is a wise choice,” he said, but then what he said next brought warmth to my cheeks and to my limbs. His voice was a husky whisper. “I only have so much self-control, Pearl. I’ve exercised it in one area. If I were to take you across my knee, I’m not sure I’d have any self-control left to give.”
He spun me around and I squealed as his hand smacked my bottom, a farewell swat that renewed the flush in my cheeks.
He only had so much self-control…
Then my attraction to Aaron was not one-sided.
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Other books by Jane Henry:
A Thousand Yesses: They are best friends…can they be lovers?
Begin Again, book one in the Bound to You trilogy: A desperate wife pledges her obedience to an online dominant.
Come Back to Me, book two in the Bound to You trilogy: Meredith and Paolo attempt a weekend of intense training to adapt to their new lifestyle of dominance and submission.
Sunstrokes: Four authors bring you four tales of punishment and pleasure.
My Dom: Curiosity drives Heidi to yearn for a taste of her amorous neighbor’s kinky pursuits.
Bio:
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. 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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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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#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.
Blurb:
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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