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“You shall not raise your hand to me again, lady, lest you wish to find yourself upended across my lap and spanked.”

Ashe Barker is here with Her Celtic Captor

                                        Blurb:

As the sister of a powerful Viking chief, Brynhild Freysson is used to giving orders and having them obeyed, which makes it all the more difficult to accept when she suddenly finds herself at the mercy of a Celtic warrior intent on bringing her back to his village whether she likes it or not.

Taranc was a leader of his people before he was taken captive by Viking raiders, and now that he is a free man once more he has no intention of allowing a headstrong Norse woman to slow down his journey home with her stubborn disobedience. When Brynhild refuses to do as she is told, he wastes no time in baring her bottom for a thorough switching, and he makes it quite clear that she can expect even more painful and humiliating punishments if she continues to defy him.

Though her hatred of the Celts runs deep, Taranc’s stern dominance awakens desires in Brynhild that she thought she would never feel again, and when he takes her in his arms and claims her properly it is more pleasurable than she would have thought possible. But though her passion for him grows by the day, can she ever truly love a man whose people are enemies of her own?

Publisher’s Note: Her Celtic Captor is a stand-alone sequel to Her Rogue Viking and Her Dark Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book

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Excerpt 

“Gather kindling and load the fire pits. Get on with it. Do you think your fire will light itself, perhaps?”

Taranc spun in surprise at the haughty female voice behind him, and almost swallowed his tongue. The tall, blonde woman who approached across the meadow beside a loaded barrow and flanked by two young thralls was nothing short of stunning. She fought to keep a crate of squawking poultry balanced on top of what appeared to be a pile of blankets, her waist-length plaited hair shining in the early afternoon sunlight. If he had ever beheld a vision more beautiful he could not recall it, and Taranc was a man normally possessed of an excellent memory.

He stepped forward to catch the crate before it tumbled to the ground. It would be a pity if those birds were to escape after all the trouble this trio had gone to in order to drag the clucking fowls all the way over here. He lowered it to the grass and peered through the slats at the irate chickens within. Could this be their supper, perhaps?

“Light fires.” The Viking woman cast her gaze about the sorry crowd, clearly irritated by their inactivity. “You will need to cook, to keep warm. Here is firewood.” The woman gestured at the pile of logs. “I shall send bread…”

“Thank you.” Taranc offered the woman a polite bow. “We would appreciate that.”

She fixed him with a cold stare. “And I would appreciate it if you would set your quarters to rights. Here are blankets, since it will be cold later. You will find kindling hereabouts if you seek it.” She glowered at him, her jaw clenching. “Move. You have not been brought here in order that you may sit about taking your ease the entire day.”

She might be lovely to look at, but the woman was sorely lacking in compassion, concluded Taranc. She had eyes in her head, a perfectly delightful shade of pale blue, he noted. Could she not see the state his people were in? She was seemingly as misguided at Dagr.

“Lady, we have walked for two days, had almost nothing to eat and no rest. We are tired and hungry, and can do no more this day. We thank you for the firewood and the food you have provided, and as soon as a few of us have our breath back we will do as you suggest. But once the fires are lit, I believe it is fair to say we will be taking our ease the rest of this fine afternoon.”

Her expression was a delightful mix of outrage and incredulity. Her lovely mouth worked though she appeared at a loss for words. Dagr, too, seemed near enough ready to explode and his whip was already curling in the air. Taranc had had enough and stepped forward to disarm the man, then tossed the weapon to the ground. He was at once surrounded by Viking warriors, their swords drawn.

The Viking woman stepped forward and slapped the man closest to her on the shoulder. “Stop, all of you. Are you quite mad? My brother did not have these slaves brought here only for you dolts to slaughter his workers before so much as one stone has been laid. Our granary requires live thralls to build it.”

“Lady, this does not concern you,” intoned the arrogant Dagr as he retrieved his whip. “I shall deal with the slaves, and—”

“All at Skarthveit concerns me,” corrected the vision of loveliness. The venom in her tone did not escape Taranc, even if Dagr seemed oblivious. “And you,” she turned her attention to Taranc, “you will do as I ask. Now.”

Taranc might lust after the Viking noblewoman, he was a male and drew breath so how could he not? But he did not like her, and he had never yet fucked a woman he disliked.

“Allow me to be plain since I wish there to be no misunderstanding between us. You are coming with me. You will be silent, and you will be co-operative. If you cause me no problems we shall get along quite well, but I will tolerate no disobedience from you. You have been warned. Further attempts to thwart me will result in you being punished, and a decent switching will be just the start of it. Do not test me on this, Brynhild. You will regret it.”

“If you require a demonstration of my power over you I shall be delighted to oblige you. A few strokes of my belt should do the job.”

“You and I find ourselves thrown together by circumstances. I do not know how long we shall be in one another’s company, but I expect it to be a while. Your obedience and submission are vital, to my safety, and did you but know it, to yours also. If you cross me, I shall punish you, and then the matter will be closed. A spanking puts an end to the matter.”

“I would wed you in a heartbeat, my lovely Viking, but I fear we would spend the rest of our lives tearing each other apart.”

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Logan whispered, “Tell me, Josephine, are you a bad girl?”

The part I love the most about writing a romance is the dialogue (banter) between the hero and heroine.

In my newest release, ‘Her Alpha Cowboy’, I wanted my hero to be a bit domineering but also likeable.  I added a sense of humor to his character and a fierce protectiveness toward the people he loved. Yes, I made Logan West sound crude at times, but I would have written him much differently if my heroine, Josephine didn’t like it. Oh, she tried to hide her feelings for Logan, but the infuriating cowboy was determined to wear her down. When Josephine feels her virtue has been compromised, Logan offers to marry her. Even though they would be sharing the same bed, she makes him promise that the marriage would be in name only.

All and all, Josephine is an innocent and her questions about sex are driving Logan crazy, but he manages to keep his hands to himself 🙂

I hope you enjoy reading about their first night as man and wife.

Josephine sat on a small bench in the washroom and took off her pumps. She wiggled her toes. It was hard to believe she was now a married woman. Ella and Brody left shortly after the cake had been cut and it had been up to her and Logan to see to the guests. Once the guests left, Josephine began to clean up, but Logan insisted she let things go until the morning. Josephine readily agreed. It had been a long day. Yawning, she reached behind her head and fumbled with the row of hooks.

“You need any help taking off that dress?” Logan hollered from the bedroom.

“No, I do not,” she shouted back. Wicked man. She reached again and ended up with sore arms and loss of patience. Drat. There had to be close to a dozen hooks running down the back and Ella wasn’t available to help.

“Damn!”

“I heard that, little girl. Must Daddy come in there and wash your mouth out with soap?”

Josephine stomped her foot. Aggravating lout. “No, Daddy doesn’t have to come in here and wash my mouth out with soap,” she mimicked sarcastically and went back to fumbling with the hooks. She twisted this way and that. It was no use. She’d either ask him for his assistance or sleep in the dress.

“Um, Logan, can you help me get out of this dress?”

No sooner had the words left her mouth when he appeared in the doorway naked as the day he was born. She gasped and covered her eyes, but not before she saw his manhood.

“Sorry, I forgot to tell you I sleep in the nude.”

Josephine choked out a reply and presented her back while keeping her arms at her sides. She only knew a little about mating, like where what on a man went where in a woman. But, was it even possible to accommodate his rather impressive organ?

Logan’s blunt fingers grazed her skin as he tended to his task. The last few hooks were just above her tailbone and she held her breath. Would he try to pat her ass?

“There you go.”

“Thank you.”

The feather-light kiss he dropped on the back of her neck sent goosebumps up and down her arms and legs. “May I be of any more assistance, ma’am?”

“Um, no, that’s quite all right.”

He bowed and turned away. She frowned. No pat on the ass this time so she let her gaze wander over his taut buttocks then averted her eyes when he climbed into bed. She cupped her hot face with icy cold hands. Her husband was certainly well endowed.

Josephine dallied in the washroom as long as she dared and finally dimmed the light. Logan lay on the bed watching her thoughtfully as she padded barefoot across the room. She swallowed hard when she realized that the blanket they’d be sharing barely covered the lower portion of his body. How in the world was she going to lift that blanket and pretend not see what he had hidden under there?

A narrow dusting of hair trailed from his navel and widened to cover his chest. His hands were clasped behind his head. Josephine swore she had never seen a man more handsome and muscular. He exuded pure strength and power.

She stood beside the bed. Logan tossed the covers aside. “Come and get some rest. It’s been a long day.”

Josephine dove under the covers and pulled the blanket up to her chin.

Logan rolled on his side, facing the opposite direction. “You’re going to roast under there.”

With her arms pressed at her sides, Josephine stared up at the ceiling. Sure enough, beads of sweat started to form between her breasts. Slowly, she peeled back the covers and turned her head to look at Logan.

“Logan, are you awake?”

“Yeah.”

“Something’s bothering me.”

“What is it?”

“It’s about the size of your, um, you know, what I saw when you came into the washroom.”

“You mean my cock?”

She clicked her tongue. “Why must you talk so…”

“Filthy? Blunt? Can’t help it. Dirty thoughts fill my head when you’re around.” He blew out a breath. “Sorry. I’ll be as delicate as I can. What is it you want to know?”

“How can it fit without hurting?”

He turned over onto his back and regarded her with a wicked grin. “Would you like me to show you?”

“No!”

“Well, then let me see how I can explain this without being too crass. It’s very important that a man prepares a woman for, ah, penetration. He can touch her breasts or suckle her nipples.” He stopped talking and Josephine propped on one elbow.

“Are you okay? Your voice sounds gravelly.”

He cleared his throat. “I’m fine.”

“What exactly does prepare mean, Logan?”

“You’re killin’ me, you know that?” He rubbed a hand down his face. “When a woman is ready to accept a man, her body gets wet down there so it doesn’t hurt so much.”

“Down there.” Josephine licked her lips. “You mean here?” She touched herself between her legs.

Logan swore. “Jesus Christ.”

“Don’t get mad. I need to know these things for when I, you know, do it.”

He remained silent.

“It’s not fair that a man can enjoy the act and the woman suffers.”

“As far as I know it only hurts the first time. There are other ways for a man to pleasure a woman without putting his cock inside her.”

Josephine scrunched her nose. “I don’t see how.”

“Trust me, there is.”

She couldn’t argue his prowess. A man such as Logan must’ve had plenty of women share his bed. Blondes, brunettes, and redheads. Just the thought of his rough hands running over their bodies and bringing them to climax left a bad taste in her mouth.

“Are there other ways for a man to be pleasured without putting his organ inside a woman?”

A low growl erupted from his side of the bed. Josephine chewed her bottom lip. Maybe it’d be better if she just went to sleep.

“A woman can bring a man to pleasure by taking his co… I mean, organ into her mouth.”

It took a minute for Josephine to digest that information. “That’s…”

“Filthy,” he finished for her again and shook his head. “Josephine, there’s nothing wrong with enjoying the pleasures of the flesh as long as it’s consensual between two people.”

“But ladies aren’t supposed to enjoy it. It’s their duty to lie beneath their husbands and bear them children.”

Logan snorted. “And that kind of thinkin’ is why some married men go to the saloon looking for a whore. A whore will do things that a genteel lady was taught not to do probably because some uptight old biddy deemed it wrong.”

“But aren’t the men just as wrong being in the saloon when they have a wife at home?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t seem to matter to some.”

“Have you ever been with a married woman?”

“No,” he replied vehemently. “I don’t mess with married women.”

Josephine rolled onto her back. “Have you ever been with the Red lady?”

“What Red lady?”

“The one who works at the saloon.”

Logan bolted to a sitting position. “How the hell did you hear about her?”

“The men in the bunkhouse told me. Jake said she’d straighten me out and teach me a few things.”

He fell back on the bed. “Remind me to fire Jake in the morning.”

“It’s not his fault, Logan. He thought I was a boy.” She got a growl in reply. “And you’re not going to fire anybody. Night, Logan.”

“Night, Josephine.”

A couple of minutes passed. “Logan?”

“What now?”

“Thanks for explaining things to me and just so you know, you were very gentleman-like.”

“I’m awfully thrilled to hear it.”

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Captured, Captivated, but who’s conquering who?

Felicity Brandon

Stormy Night Publications

Description: Historical, BDSM, spanking romance

Approximately 91,500 words

HEA Ending

the-viking_s-conquestBlurb:

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?

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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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Fierce Aliens demand Human Surrender…and a few other things ;)

Woohoo, I’m so excited to have Renee Rose, Sue Lyndon, Alta Hensley, Aubrey Cara and Kallista Dane on board today. 5 talented authors bring us 5 sizzling stories in a box set titled,  Human Surrender

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Human Surrender contains five *all-new* dark sci-fi alien romance novellas, brought to you by USA Today and international bestselling authors of BDSM and spanking romance. Featured novellas:

 

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Blurb:

Fierce alien warriors don’t ask.

They take, they claim, and they conquer – even when the object of their desires is a trembling human female.

Taking Their Human by Aubrey Cara

Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley

His Human Slave by Renee Rose

Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane

Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon

Publisher’s Note: The books included in this naughty collection are MF and MFM pairings. Though the stories are dark, all have happy endings. **Over 175,000 words of dark romance ~ complete stories with no cliffhangers**

 

Blurb for Taking Their Human by Aubrey Cara

Upon waking in a dimly lit white room, my biggest fear was that I had been kidnapped by a serial killer. I learned there are things out here in the universe much worse than anything on Earth. And, even if you escape, you can never go home.

They’re not kind, these being who stole me and want to use me as chattel. The others—part man, part machine— have claimed me for their own, but I’m far from saved.

Excerpt

“Please. Have mercy,” she begs, her voice thin.

Mercy? She asks for mercy?

I take in the sight of her perfect human features, unaltered by foreign hands. She has likely known compassion, ignorantly living peacefully on a small planet that knows nothing of the universe around it. All the while we were ripped apart and put back together.

The Zapex claimed Earth over one hundred years ago, and immediately categorized humans as inferior beings. I must agree. They are a puny race who will be made into slaves if the Zapex have their way.

She does not realize all we do for her.

She does not realize the price of mercy.

Taking out my weeping cock, I fit the head to her plump wet core. I lift her by her waist and let her glide down my length, groaning into her mouth at her tight heat closed around me.

Tilting her head back, I gaze into eyes as blue as tash stones. “We have had nearly fifty years with the Zapex, my little zepka,” I say, my voice a gruff whisper at her ear. “You are our mercy.”

I cover her mouth with mine and taste her shock. Her desire.

It is near painful, this sensation gripping me. “Mercy,” I growl at her ear. “Show me mercy.”

 

Blurb for Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley

My planet of Unin had all but been destroyed, and what was left was quickly being devastated by civil wars throughout. Everything I once believed, once knew, once fought ruthlessly to protect, had now vanished. Once I was a fierce warrior, and now simply a slave being transported by two brothers to a planet 720 hours away to mutate and die.

A lot can happen in 720 hours…

Excerpt

“You like discipline, you like pain.”

I shook my head with his fingers still invading my mouth. “No,” I mumbled against his fingers.

“Yes,” he argued with a slight smile. “Your body betrays you.”

Fuck. How could this be? I hated him. I hated everything about it…and yet I wanted his finger to return to my pussy and rub my clit. I wanted his touch. I wanted it more than anything. I hungered. I craved. I needed. My ass burned, my neck throbbed, but my soul burned for more. I wanted it again. Choke me, beat me, and please oh please fuck me.

He said I would remember right now forever. Forever I would remember.

Pulling his fingers away from my mouth, Pike put his face right up to mine. So close that I could feel his breath against my lips. “I will not tolerate. I will not forgive. Where my brother may care, I do not. My brother may be nice; I am anything but. My brother possesses everything that I do not. Remember that.”

He pressed his mouth to mine in what I thought would be a kiss, but instead, he pulled my bottom lip in between his teeth and bit hard.

“Do not make me teach you another lesson,” he warned as he turned and walked out of the room, leaving me with the taste of blood in my mouth.

 

 

 

Blurb for His Human Slave by Renee Rose

Collared and caged, his human slave awaits her training.

Zander, the alien warrior prince intent on recovering his planet, needs a mate. While he would never choose a human of his own accord, his physician’s gene-matching program selected Lamira’s DNA as the best possible match with his own. Now he must teach the beautiful slave to yield to his will, accept his discipline and learn to serve him as her one true master.

Excerpt

He spun the cage back so she faced him once more. “Open cage,” he commanded, and the voice-activated lock clicked. To her, he said, “Come out.”

She didn’t move.

His tone went sharp. “Do not anger me a second time, Lamira.”

Well, apparently he’d already cowed her completely because his words went straight to her chest, creating a sudden tightening and sending her instantly into motion. She hated how easily he’d mastered her. One stupid spanking and she rushed to please him.

She sniffed back the tears and attempted to push up to her hands and knees—no easy feat with her wrists and ankles bound.

“Release wrist cuffs. Release ankle cuffs,” he commanded. They sprang apart but not off.

She backed out of the cage, toward the door, not sure how she would get out until his large hands grasped her waist and lifted her easily to the floor.

Where to look… Certainly not at the prince—her master—although his presence was more than commanding. He stood almost seven feet tall with thick, corded muscles across his chest and arms.

Moisture gathered between her legs.

He looked more warrior than prince. No, he was all king. A warrior king. Earlier, she’d stared at him boldly. Now she kept her eyes lowered, trained at his bare feet. They were no different from hers, except larger and with the brown-purple skin tone of the Zandians. She glanced at her own toes. They were cleaner than they’d ever been before. Even her toenails had been buffed to a glossy shine. How long had she been out?

The prince cupped her chin and lifted her face. His touch was gentler than she expected. She still couldn’t meet his gaze, choosing instead to stare at his thick neck and the part of his bare chest visible beneath his loose, finely woven white shirt. Her fingers itched to touch his skin, to find out if it was as smooth as it appeared. What a strange idea. She’d never thought about touching a male in her life. In fact, she’d avoided males as best she could. This one had her completely discombobulated.

Was his chest hairless? Did he have hair anywhere other than his head? Zander, Daneth, and the guards she’d seen outside all wore their hair shorn close to their skulls. Perhaps their horns got too hot otherwise.

When she’d first seen Daneth, she’d thought the horns ugly, but Zander’s suited him, somehow making him even more handsome.

He leaned forward and opened his mouth. She tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held her fast, his gleaming teeth aimed straight for her cheek. For a moment, she thought he planned to bite her face, but his tongue flicked out, and he licked one of her tears. She caught his scent, a clean, masculine aroma with a slightly exotic spice.

Her nipples tightened; her pussy pulsed. No—she definitely was not thinking about licking him back to see how he tasted.

Blurb for Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane

Left stranded on the hostile world of Cephaia, Commander Cass Randall finds herself face to face with alien twins Ryn and Rom. Seeking revenge on humans for the death of their Mate, the warriors take out their rage and pain on Cass. But they discover the desire they feel for their captive is far more powerful than their anger.

Excerpt

She heard the footsteps drawing closer. Braced herself, wrapping the thin blanket around her naked body. The door to her cell flew open, banging against the wall.

Ryn stood in the doorway, framed by the moonlight. Their bodies were the same. Tall, with powerful shoulders and arms, broad chests packed hard with muscle. But she knew it was Ryn. Something about the set of his shoulders. And his scent was slightly different. The same musky, virile aroma that made her pulse race whenever they came near her, just not as pungent as Rom’s.

He stood, motionless, staring in at her. He’d had the dream again. Relived the night Zara died. He only came like this, alone in the middle of the night, when he had the dream. It had taken her a long time to figure that out. But she’d had little to do chained in her cell night after night other than analyze every aspect of their behavior – except on the nights when Ryn came to her. A white-hot flash of anger poured through her at what she knew was to come. Yet at the same time her pussy clenched and she felt a flood of dampness between her legs.

That she could detect the difference between them by their scent alone had come as a surprise, although not as much as discovering the effect it had on her. Earthers knew very little about the Cephaians. Apparently the males on this planet exuded powerful pheromones when they became aroused. She didn’t know what that did to females on this planet, but inhaling those pheromones awakened a savage hunger in her, more intense than any sexual desire she’d ever felt before. Touching his body, having him touch her, magnified the effect. She fought it, fought him, every time. But it seemed as though the harder she fought, the more she resisted, the stronger it grew.

Three long strides brought him in front of her. She didn’t bother to feign sleep. She’d learned it only angered him, made him even more aggressive. He reached down, yanked the blanket away, and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her off the bed. The chain on her ankle rattled as he forced her to her knees in front of him.

The brothers slept naked and he’d come straight from their bed. His thick cock, already semi-erect, jutted out in front of her face. The pheromones were strongest there. She held her breath and tried to turn her head away, but he twisted her long blonde hair around one hand and kept her in place. His other hand wrapped around his shaft, sliding up and down. Every stroke made it grow harder, releasing another invisible cloud of the potent aroma. Wordlessly, he drew her closer, pressing the head against her lips.

Blurb for Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon

On my eighteenth birthday, the Kleaxians attacked and killed all the human males aboard the Stargazer. The females were kept as mates or slaves. I was taken as a mate. Lucky me.

The huge alien who claimed me is called Prince Kenan. He says he’ll never let me go—that we are bonded for life. When I defy him, he punishes me in the most humiliating ways imaginable. But sometimes he’s tender and loving. I try to be good so he doesn’t hurt me.

I don’t know what scares me more—that I’ll never escape Prince Kenan…or that I’m starting to fall for my captor.

Excerpt

“Please,” I beg, but I don’t know exactly what I’m asking for. I’m desperate and afraid, and the word please is all that comes to mind. Please let me go. Please don’t hurt me. Please say you’re lying about the wormhole.

“You’re rather adorable for a human. And so pretty when you cry.” He cups my face and leans down to kiss my cheeks, but he’s not simply kissing, he’s also tasting. Tasting my tears.

I sniffle and more tears fall. He inhales quickly and a moan vibrates from his throat. It terrifies me he’s reveling in my sorrow.

“I want to go home,” I whimper. Let this be a nightmare. Let me wake up now.

This is your home now, human. The mountains of Tallia.” He rises to his feet and looms over me like a fierce Viking conqueror. “And you belong to me.”

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Aubrey Cara

Writer of kinky characters, Aubrey Cara is the quiet girl you have to watch out for. A mostly reformed hellion, she resides off the East Coast of the U.S. with her inspiring hubby, crazy kid, and two hand me down dogs. When she’s not writing sexy smut she’s hiding out reading bodice rippers, repairing leaky faucets, and dodging the PTA.

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Alta Hensley

Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling erotic romance author who has had #1 selling books in erotic science fiction, humor, BDSM, western, victorian and historical. She writes the naughty… and then the cure for it.

Being a multi-published author in the erotic romance genre, Alta is known for her alpha heroes, sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission. You can find out more about Alta on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads. You can also contact her at hensleyalta@yahoo.com

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USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite author. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal, Western and Sci-fi categories and is a contributor to Write Sex Right and Romance Beat. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.

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USA TODAY bestselling author Kallista Dane’s erotic romances have hit #1 on Amazon in Sci-Fi and Western Erotica as well as making the bestselling lists in BDSM and Contemporary Romance. She loves telling stories about strong, independent women and the hot Alpha males who appear in their lives to deliver a firm spanking when they expect it least and need it the most.

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Sue Lyndon

USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes naughty romance in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. She’s a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. She also writes non-bdsm sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury. When she’s not busy working on her next book, you’ll find her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies, reading, or sneaking chocolate.

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Charlotte, “Stop threatening me.” Slade, “Stop giving me grief.”

Sparks fly the moment Charlotte (aka Charley) and Slade meet.

Charlotte cast one last glance at the huge platform behind her. The journey by train had gone off without a hitch. No one seemed to notice the young boy seated by himself.

Clutching her bag to her chest, she weaved her way through the crowd, anxiously searching for the stage depot. When she found it, she hurried forward and paid her passage to Kansas. A man who introduced himself as Smitty took her bag and threw it on top of the stagecoach. He merely pointed to the small rickety ladder provided and she slowly climbed aboard. Once she was seated, another passenger had arrived. He was almost inside when the ladder swayed. Alarmed, he lunged and landed at Charlotte’s feet. She immediately reached out, but he waved her hand away and climbed onto the seat by himself. Another five minutes had passed and when no one else showed up to board, Smitty shut the door. They were on their way to Kansas. Charlotte made herself more comfortable and closed her eyes.
“Whoa, Smitty, hold up a minute.”
Charlotte’s eyes shot wide open and she immediately straightened in her seat, anxious to see to whom that deep, booming voice outside the coach belonged. Her heart thumped wildly. The door swung open and she almost burst into a fit of nervous giggles.
Staring was downright rude, but she couldn’t keep herself from ogling the handsome man. This was the closest she had ever gotten to a real cowboy since she had been a little girl and she was going to enjoy every minute of it as a woman. Besides, he probably wouldn’t give a hoot if she crossed her eyes and poked out her tongue.
His barely there nod set her tummy to flutter. He was so tall he had to hunch down or his head would have surely bumped the top of the coach. She only had a second to note how his broad shoulders tapered to a lean waist before he sat down. Denim pants wrapped snugly around muscled thighs and long legs. Her gaze settled upon his large hands and a tingle started at her toes, traveled up her legs, shot straight up to her hairline and settled between her legs. Charlotte clenched her pelvic muscles and it felt as if she had wet herself. She licked her lips and continued her perusal. There was a hint of a mustache on his upper lip and his chin sported dark stubble. Tiny lines at the corner of his eyes gave him a mature appearance and added to his appeal. She closed her eyes and sighed. She had to admit, he was much better looking than her dream man. Too bad she had to pretend to be a boy. She would have liked to practice a little flirting.
* * * * *
Slade grew more annoyed with each passing minute. Surely, the young brat seated across from him had been schooled in proper behavior. Staring was rude. Where were the kid’s parents? He was way to young to be traveling by himself. Maybe he was an orphan. A scrawny orphan at that. A strong wind could easily blow him over and those effeminate features had to be a curse. Slade had no doubt the poor kid had been a brunt of many jokes regarding his gender. Slade despised bullying of any kind. The very idea of the young boy possibly being subjected to abuse sickened him. Even though the boy irritated him, he’d make sure he came to no harm on the trip to Swiftwater. After that, the boy was on his own.

Slade tugged at the brim of his hat to cover his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. He was bone tired, but the trip to Cheyenne had been worth it. His bid had landed the pure bred bull Silas Henry, his boss and most of all, his friend, had wanted. The animal should arrive within a couple of days. Silas was a good, decent man. Slade had been a drifter since the age of eighteen after his parents had perished in a fire. As soon as he had given them a proper burial, he packed what few possessions he could scarf from the rubble and left Wyoming. He had spent the next five years picking up odd jobs here and there, riding herd, mending fences, branding cattle, and suffered through a few cattle drives, which he intended to avoid as much as possible. Then, the day came when he just didn’t want to roam anymore. At twenty-three, he decided Kansas would be his last stop. What cash he had saved was running out fast. He only had enough to stay in a hotel for a few days while he looked for work. By the time his money ran out, he had landed a job as foreman for Silas Henry on his cattle ranch. That was five years ago and the ranch was thriving.
Silas usually made the trip when it came to purchasing his own livestock, but this particular time a family crisis had kept him close to home. The wire his ex-wife had sent from Boston had him half out of his mind with worry. According to the missive, their daughter had taken off on her own and was on her way to Kansas. Slade muttered a curse. A woman traveling alone was just an open invitation for vermin. Silas should have taken his daughter in hand years ago. He had heard stories about Charlotte from old Buzz, a close friend of Silas’s. She had always been headstrong and it sounded as if she hadn’t changed.
He switched his thoughts to Bonnie, the pretty blonde he’d escorted to a few church socials during the past month. Bonnie was well behaved, quiet and polite. She’d make a good wife. Slade sighed. He had to make up his mind. He wasn’t getting any younger. Perhaps it was about time he picked a wife and had some children of his own. Bonnie was docile and wouldn’t give him a lick of trouble. She was a good cook and very easy on the eyes. He wasn’t in love with her, but was love really that important in a marriage? He’d be a faithful husband, a good provider and he wouldn’t raise his hand in anger. That should be enough. Besides, if he waited too long, time would pass him by and he’d turn into an old geezer like Buzz. He hadn’t made any promises to Bonnie. He hadn’t touched her inappropriately. Perhaps it was time he bit the bullet and proposed.
Slade adjusted his hat on his head and thoughts of marriage and kids flew out the window. Blasted kid was still eyeballing him. He should take off his belt and whip the boy’s backside good. As far as Charlotte Henry was concerned, all he could do was hope the young woman came to no harm. She was most likely miles away from here. He might be too far away to protect her, but this young boy was within his reach and he intended to teach him a lesson or two about manners. “Something on your mind, son?”
* * * * *
Heat flamed Charlotte’s cheeks and blazed a trail straight to her hairline. Darn, he had caught her staring. “Um-” She cleared her throat and spoke more gruffly. “No, sir.”
“Then quit staring.”
Ordinarily, she would have taken offense at his reprimand, but she sat there like a fool. He had pushed back his hat and his steely blue eyes took her breath away. “I-I apologize.” She swallowed hard and turned away. Felicia had been wrong; this cowboy was very mannerly and handsome.
The thin man seated beside her spoke for the first time. “Surely, Mr…”

Charlotte couldn’t stop herself from looking at the cowboy once again. One dark brow arched. “Slade Hazard.” He offered his hand. “And you are?”
“Basil, Basil Hornberger.” Both men leaned forward, shook hands, then fell back against their seats. Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat. Slade’s hand had completely enveloped Basil’s.
“Are you related to the boy, Mr. Hornberger?”
Basil shook his head. “No, why do you ask?”
Charlotte’s temper flared. “The ‘boy’ is right here. Don’t be rude and discourteous by speaking over me.” Her fury was aimed directly at the cowboy.
“For a kid who’s barely out of the schoolroom, your impudence is not appreciated. Respect your elders,” he countered sharply.
The nerve of the man! She was not a kid. She’d been out of the schoolroom for over a year. She threw back her shoulders proudly. “I am nineteen and have the right to voice my opinion.” His big hands clenched and he straightened in his seat. Charlotte was surely within a hair’s breath away from being throttled.
Suddenly, the interior of the rocking coach seemed awfully small. Apparently, he wasn’t used to being spoken to in such a belligerent manner. In all honesty, he had made a valid point. She had been taught to respect her elders. “Again, I apologize. As long as we’re introducing ourselves, my name is Charley. In answer to your question, Mr. Hazard, Mr. Hornberger and I are not related.” For some unknown reason she didn’t want to be at odds with the man. As a matter of fact, she hoped to enjoy herself in his company even though she had to keep up her pretense and act like a boy. She wondered what he’d do if he knew she was a woman. Would he be as quick to reprimand or would he tip his hat and beg for her forgiveness?
A swathe of hair fell in disarray across his tanned forehead and he removed his hat. With his black wavy hair, blue eyes and muscular form, he put the dandies back in Boston to shame. The material wrapped around her chest tightened and she had difficulty breathing. Charlotte panicked and poked her head out the window for some much needed air and got a face full of dust instead. A fit of coughing plagued her.
“Here, it’s clean.”
A handkerchief landed in her lap. Slade’s throat was now bare and she watched his Adam’s apple move up and down as he spoke to Basil. “In answer to your question before we were so rudely interrupted, there is a reason why I asked if the two of you were related. I had hoped the kid wasn’t traveling by himself.” He directed his gaze at Charlotte once again. “Staring is also rude and discourteous, Charley. Pick the wrong man and you might find yourself face down in the dirt with your ass sticking up in the air and getting more than you bargained for.”
Charlotte gasped. Her overactive imagination conjured up a picture of what he had described and her stomach churned with disgust. Only a monster would do such a thing to a young boy. Surely such human depravity did not exist. She’d rather believe the world was a much better place. Charlotte dabbed at her face with the handkerchief he had carelessly flung in her direction. His scent permeated her nostrils. Sweat, man, and a hint of mint. Oddly pleasing. Keeping the checkered cloth for her personal enjoyment would more than likely raise an eyebrow. She thanked him for his hospitality and turned away. The train ride had been quiet and uneventful. There was absolutely no reason why this short trip to Swiftwater couldn’t be the same. All she had to do was close her eyes for a spell and keep her mouth shut.
* * * * *
Deafening gunshots woke Charlotte from a fitful sleep.

Slade twisted in his seat and stuck his head out the window. “Smitty, what the hell’s going on?” He ducked back inside seconds before another round of shots were fired.
“Someone’s taking shots at us.”
No shit. The coach hit a bump and bounced straight up into the air, sending Slade sprawling across the seat. Sonofabitch!
“I could sure use some help up here, Mr. Hazard. Got no one riding shotgun on this trip.”
“On my way.” He slid to the opposite side of the seat, but the tug on his pant leg prevented him from swinging out the window. He hunkered down in front of the kid and swore he’d never seen such a stunning pair of green eyes. In that instant, Slade knew he’d burn in hell for admiring such traits on the boy. It was perverted. He must be losing his mind.
“Where are you going?”
Slade cleared his throat and spoke more sharply than he had intended. “Up above to help the driver. Keep your head down and out of the way.” Those eyes shone with tears and he muttered a curse. “Don’t worry, Charley. I’ll get us out of here safe and sound.” Basil was out of sight, huddled under the seat. Slade readied to lunge out the window, but another shot exploded, followed by a resounding crack of a whip. The coach burst into full speed and Slade was flung backward on the seat.
Caught off guard, Charlotte was thrown forward and landed headfirst between his wide spread legs. Her fingers sank into his upper thighs.
Holy shit! Slade pushed her roughly to the floor. Damn, he had to get out of here. The kids’ face in his lap and shaken him more than he cared to admit. “Both of you stay down,” he barked, annoyed at himself for having these abnormal reactions toward a young boy. It was wrong. He switched his focus to the matter at hand. Once they were out of this mess, he’d head to the nearest saloon and partake of some female company.
Slade couldn’t recall the last time a stagecoach had been held up in these parts. Sheriff Tom Davis was a stickler for the law. The burly man despised trouble and made certain the citizens of Swiftwater behaved accordingly and visitors knew the rules. Whoever was out there would regret their actions.
Slade poked his head out the window. Swirls of dirt surrounded the stagecoach. Off to the left, he was able to make out three riders who were bearing down on them fast and, wait a minute… one of them had a gun pointed directly at him. Nah, couldn’t be. Not taking any chances, Slade ducked just as a loud whiz zipped over his head and passed through the window on the opposite side.
“Sonofabitch!”
“Sir, please mind your language. We have a young boy here.” Basil’s high-pitched voice sounded from under the seat.
Slade gritted his teeth. Language hell, he almost pissed himself. That blasted shot had been too close for comfort. “Basil, the farthest thing from my mind is the use of proper language when I’m getting shot at.”
“There’s no need to be sarcastic, Mr. Hazard.” Slade swore again for the hell of it. A sudden movement sent his temper soaring. He snared Charlotte by the back of the shirt, spun her around and shook her roughly. “I thought I told you to stay down? Keep your nose to the floor.” He delivered a sound whack to the seat of her pants.
Charlotte sank to the floor. “Don’t yell me,” she snapped. “And don’t you dare strike my person again.” She reached under the seat and pulled out his hat. “Your poor hat has a hole in it.” She poked her finger through the ragged tear. “See?”

Slade ground his back molars until his jaw hurt. Don’t strike my person? Good Gawd! “Better than a hole in my head, don’t you think? You need a trip to the woodshed and not for chopping wood.”
“And you should be horsewhipped for beating me, you flea bitten cur.”
Flea bitten cur? A biting retort died on his lips as the coach slowed to a crawl and finally shuddered to a complete stop. Pounding hooves circled once, then all was quiet except for a snort here and there from the winded horses. Slade got into Charlotte’s personal space. “You keep your mouth shut, you hear?” He reached for his gun.
“I’m gonna open this door real slow like. Toss any weapons out first or the driver gets a hole in his head!”
So much for a sneak attack. Slade held up his gun. Rebellion lit the kid’s eyes for a mere second, then quickly disappeared. Slade had to admire the kid’s spunk, but now was not the time to play the hero. “I mean it. You mind what I said, Charley. So help me if you cause a lick of trouble I’ll peel a layer of skin off your hide.”
“Stop threatening me.”
“Stop giving me grief.”
The door opened and they both shut up. Sunlight and dust filtered inside the stuffy coach. “Toss the hardware.”
The terse order grated on Slade’s nerves. As the dust cleared, his eyes landed on the gunman and he near flew into a rage. All of them wore bandanas, but judging from the pitch of his tone, Slade was sure the one making all of the demands couldn’t be much older than Charley. Christ, they were bested by a kid. He’d take a chance and tackle him, but the other two men on horseback were watching closely.
Slade chucked his gun and jumped. Since his parents had been taken from this world way too early in life, he had given up on prayers. They had been good people and didn’t deserve to die such a horrible death. He still had issues with the Lord in that respect, but today he offered up a deal. If the little irritant in pants obeyed his order and remained quiet, he’d get his butt to church.
Charlotte stood poised in the doorway and Slade tensed. What was the kid waiting for? The last thing they needed was an agitated gunman.

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Saturday Spankings

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Mia Adam’s disapproved of her sister’s Domestic Discipline marriage, but when her old flame comes back to town and suggests they give domestic discipline a whirl she changes her mind.  She still regrets the day she had lost her temper and sent Ross Garrison running for the hills.  She’d do anything for a second chance.

Ross Garrison returned to Pennsylvania to attend his aunt’s funeral and hopefully get a second chance with the woman who had stolen his heart so long ago. Mia possessed a temper to rival the devil and had a penchant for jumping to conclusions, but Ross was no longer the young man who avoided drama as much as possible. He had matured during his stint in the Marines and was quite capable of taming his wildcat with a good old-fashioned spanking or two.

Mia’s childhood lacked love and discipline and the uncle she thought would always be there for her had betrayed her in the worst possible way. Could she put aside her trust issues and allow Ross to know what was good for her even though her bottom would more than likely suffer the consequences?

Mia swore she wouldn’t jump to the wrong conclusion, but she still has a long way to go. Ross felt he had been too easy on her in the past and was determined to show her he meant business.

“Stick your nose in that corner and lift up your shirt. I want this punished bottom on display. And no rubbing.”
Mia’s heart pounded in her ears. She hesitated, shocked that he would embarrass her this way.
“Is there a problem?”
Their gazes locked and held. Ross’s brows were drawn together in an agonized
expression, his blue eyes filled with regret, which had Mia lowering her head in shame.

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#SAT #SPANKS “You are in so much trouble, Mrs. Caine.”

 

 

Saturday SpankingsHi. Welcome to another Saturday Spanks. Time sure is flying by. Sigh, soon Christmas will be here and gone.

If you recall, last week Annie came outside wearing a pair of pants. Matt had forbidden her to do so. He didn’t want the other men staring at his wife’s sexy backside, but Annie was in a mood and wore them anyway.

 

“You are in so much trouble, Mrs. Caine.”  He kept a tight hold on her upper arm and she had to run to keep up with him as he propelled her through the front yard and into the house.

Without taking his eyes off her Matt unbuckled his holster and set it on the small table next to the door. Annie swallowed hard when he didn’t stop there and reached for his belt buckle. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but it appears I’ve been lax in my duties as a husband.”

She winced at the sound of leather sliding through denim. Annie backed a step, then another and watched as Matt folded the belt carefully in half and held it tightly in his big hands. “Get upstairs and wait for me.” She hesitated.  “Now!”

 

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