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“What does happily ever after look like after so much darkness?”

 

 

Tying the Knot (Thalia Book 4)

Jennifer Bene

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Blurb

What does happily ever after look like after so much darkness?

Over two years after the trauma of her kidnapping, and the auction that brought them together, Thalia and James are finally getting their happily ever after! Celebrating their love is a piece of wedding cake, but with the help of their wild and crazy friends from Purgatory, it’s destined to be a wedding day no one will forget.

A thrilling mix of kinky fun, laughter, surprises, and the same sexy heat you’ve come to expect from James and Thalia — Tying the Knot is the perfect conclusion to this series that has brought readers to the darkest of lows, and the highest of highs.

Now, it’s time for the light. It’s time to celebrate. It’s time to get married!

 Author Info

Jennifer Bene is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, Suspense, Thrillers, Action & Adventure, Fantasy, Science Fiction, and Horror. While she’s been writing for years, it’s always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological storylines. Don’t worry though, she also insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after! Because without the dark, we’d never appreciate the light.

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 Warning 18+

Long Length – Rated R

“Do you want to come, pet?” James’ voice was playful, sated from his orgasm and the act of punishment, but she was still twisted inside.

“If I’m forgiven, yes, Master, please?” she begged, trying to move beneath him, but he caught her hip to hold her still.

“You took your punishment, so of course you’re forgiven, but… I don’t know if I’m ready to let you come yet.” Lifting himself away from her, James grinned in that charmingly mischievous way, her already soaked pussy growing slick.

“I’m going to die,” she groaned dramatically, laid out on the floor in front of him as he stood, but he only laughed.

“Get up, pet. I want to touch you.”

With that temptation she almost jumped off the floor, trying not to sound too desperate.  “Where would you like me, Master?”

“On the bed like I asked.” James smiled, tugging the bedding back to fold it at the bottom, leaving a clean, white expanse.

“Yes, Master.” Biting back the grin she crawled onto the bed and knelt, but he only tilted his head, gaze flowing over her curves.

“Lay down for me and spread your legs. Arms up.” James had barely finished the command before he turned away, expecting her to obey as he moved to a chair near the curtained windows — and, of course, she did. When he returned he dumped an armful of rope and leather cuffs onto the bedding between her feet. “What did I promise you earlier today, pet?”

As he attached the first cuff around one ankle she tried to sort through the chaos of her mind to remember his words. “You promised to fuck me. Hard.”

“Oh, you’re right. I did.” James grinned as he lifted a piece of rope, tying it off to the cuff before pulling her ankle to the edge of the bed. “After what, though? There was a caveat.”

Thalia whined, dropping her head. “You promised to fuck me after you made me beg, and scream, and plead. But I have, Master!”

He finished tying off one ankle, and started on the next with a devious grin on his lips. “Punishments don’t count in play, pet. You know that.” The sharp jerk of the rope made her groan as she propped herself on her elbows.

“I want you! Please?” There was no shame in her desperate tone, even as he made her lay back against the bed again, his strong grip pulling one wrist towards the headboard, wrapping the soft leather cuff tight.

“What happens when you get bossy?” James smirked at her, glancing up occasionally as he crouched to tie the rope to the bed frame.

“You make me wait longer, Master.” It took more self-control than she thought she had in the moment, but she managed to avoid rolling her eyes.

“That’s right, pet. So, will you be a good girl and be patient for me?” He asked as he walked around the end of the bed, abs shifting with each step, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as he watched her in return. Gaze hungry, an amused expression on his face, but she could tell he was thinking. Plotting.

“I promise I’ll behave.”

The low chuckle as he bound her other wrist to the bed spoke volumes about what he thought of her answer. “Tell me, are you wet?”

Yes, Master.” The exasperation fled her voice as his fingers brushed down her stomach, and when his fingers dipped between her thighs she almost shouted in relief. He traced her pussy, dragging her wetness to her clit to start slow, purposeful circles that were just enough to amplify the tension inside her.

“You are wet, pet.” Moving his hand lower he gently slid two fingers inside her, stretching her, bucking her hips to seek just a little more friction, but it did nothing. He was torturously gentle, his thumb brushing over her clit, back and forth, teasing passes that had her thighs twitching.

Groaning in frustration she jerked against her wrist cuffs, looking up at him in desperation. When he smiled, she let out a little scream and kicked her heels into the bed. “Master!”

“Oh, pet, no patience at all.” James pulled his fingers from her and tsk’d. “Is it so terrible to have me enjoy each and every twitch of your body? Every little sound you make when you’re so wet and wanting?” Wandering to the chair in the corner, leaving her bereft of his touch, his voice had her squirming on the bed.

Wrists twisting in the cuffs she tried to think clearly through the haze of the arousal, through the dull ache of the welts across her ass. “I just want you. Please?”

“You already had me in your throat, pet. You got to feel me, to taste me…” Returning to her, he sat on the edge of the bed and traced the outside of her leg. “Was that not enough?”

The idea that he might edge her the entire night made her whine low in her chest, gritting her teeth as she fought the pathetic stream of pleas she wanted to utter. Instead, she managed a simple, “Thank you, Master. For letting me taste you.”

“Such a good girl.” Chuckling, James leaned closer, almost kissing her, and her lips parted in expectation, but he spoke instead. “Will you continue to be a good girl for me?”

“What do you want me to do, Master?” She almost didn’t finish the question before he kissed her, his fingers delving between her thighs to roll against her clit, sending her hips into jerking pulses as she sought oblivion. He continued to rub her as he broke the kiss, his breath brushing over her lips.

“I want you to obey me, and not come until I give you permission. Understand the rules, pet?” James’ pupils had dilated again, that thin ring of dark green beckoning her to the very edge of her sanity as heat coiled tight between her legs.

“Yes, Master. I understand.” It felt like damnation to speak the words, but there was no other choice. She’d already disobeyed, twice, on today of all days, and this was her chance at redemption. Yes, she was forgiven, but this was about proving to herself that she could obey, that she could show some self-control.

Of course, that idea felt completely ridiculous when he made a low sound in his chest and slid his fingers back inside her. James’ lips closed over her nipple and she arched, moaning until he bit down and a brief scream escaped her. “I love the sounds you make.”

“Master…” she sighed, trying to focus on the way he stroked at her g-spot, toes curling as he applied a little more pressure and she gasped, just in time for him to bite down once more. A zing of electric tension, fireworks popping in her nerves, making her twitch, jerk against the cuffs without even meaning to move.

Sweet agony.

 Phew, that was hot! Thanks for stopping by, Jennifer 🙂

 

“Naughty girls who lie get spankings.”

Love Under the Violet Crown 

Mythology becomes truth

                                    Passion Quest Book Two

Authors Sterling Scott and Sahalia Blue

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Blurb:

Dr. Julie Patterson is an Alien Anthropologist. She is on a quest to bring peace to the Galaxy.

Julie and her scientific team are aboard the starship Kart Wilhelm, orbiting the planet Maia-3 with its population of Bronze Age humanoids. Their mission is to redirect the focus of the war-like beings to become successful trading partners. To accomplish this goal, the invading scientists kidnap key individuals and implant new ideals of peace and freedom into their brains.

A native of Maia-3, Iva is a member of the wealthy and deeply spiritual Violet Crown family. Following the custom of her people, her father arranges a marriage to the mathematician, Archmed. Although Iva is an influential citizen, her marriage is only for producing children. However, she longs for true love with her husband. She wants him to reject the concubines he uses for pleasure and lie with her alone.

One night, the scientists seize Iva and Archmed. Iva mistakes them for the gods. Remembering the experience, she has a plan to capture her husband’s love.

The best laid plans of scientists and natives go awry. Following their long voyage through hyperspace, the starship’s crew is distracted by the amorous, scantily-clad natives on the warm, inviting planet. Combining business with pleasure creates problems for Julie’s objective. Meanwhile, Iva is kidnapped by a sinister native bent on having her as his wife. The
fledgling unity on Maia-3 is shattered.

Can Julie and her lover, Marine Lt. Harold Hunter, restore discipline to the ship and bring peace to the natives? And what is Dr. Patterson’s secret mission?

This sexy, spanky, romantic romp in outer space is a sequel to “Love on a Forbidden Planet”, but it can be read as a stand-alone novel.
 

This is a mixture of science fiction and spanking 

Excerpt:

“Come with me and do as I say.” He grabbed Julie’s hand and snatched her up.

“What do you have in mind?” she asked.

Harold did not answer. In her haste to follow the Marines, Julie had forgotten to bring a toga and wore her uniform jumpsuit. Harold pressed his finger to the stud under her collar and ripped the fabric from her body. Nude, he led her from their concealment toward the hut where the three Athens women were being held.

“We are going to create a distraction, and you are going to play along,” he answered. “Make a lot of noise. Yell and scream your head off.”

“Okay, you mean like play acting?” she queried.

“You got it, babe.”

Julie gasped as Harold bent her at the waist and tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. With her bare bottom on display, he marched her into the middle of the village. One onlooker released a long, loud whistle which summoned more men.

“Put me down, you lout!” she yelled as her arms pounded his back. “What the bloody hell do you think you are doing? Put me down this instant!”

Harold’s hand slapped her ass cheek and he yelled at the top of his lungs, “Silence, wench! I’ll put you down, all right. I’ll put you down over my knee. I’m going to teach you a lesson.” He quickly ran over to the center of the village where an old stone well sat. He plopped down on the second step, setting Julie on the ground. Ignoring her protests, he pulled her over his lap, with her bottom positioned high on his rigid thigh. “Naughty girls who lie get spankings, and you are going to get the spanking of your life, my naughty young lady.”

Excerpt: (Science Fiction)

The two scooted as close together as the seats would allow. They held hands and Julie rested her head on Harold’s shoulder. As if watching a movie, they observed the stars dim and change colors as the gravity bubble formed around the starship. The stars appeared to shimmy back and forth as the discontinuity in gravity distorted their appearance. The vibration of the ship increased and the intensity of those stars ahead increased as their color shifted to a deep blue. While she couldn’t see them, she knew that the stars behind were shifting to red.

And finally, as the ship accelerated beyond the speed of light, the color of the stars shifted outside the range of visibility. There was nothing beyond the window except blackness.

“That was amazing,” Julie whispered. Swiveling her body and turning her head to Harold, she opened her lips, inviting him to kiss her.

“I’m glad you were here to share it with me.” Harold accepted and softly touched his lips to hers for a gentle, lingering kiss.

 

About the Authors:

 Sterling Scott writes of his imagined adventures within the backdrop of actual historical events. While some of his stories are more fictional than others, he likes to entwine real events into a new version of how it should have happened. Additionally, he includes experiences from his life and those friends who have shared events with him.

When not writing, Sterling travels the highways and visits his children. He spends a lot of time playing with his first grandchild.

Sahalie Blue was born and raised in the Midwestern US along the shores of Lake Michigan. She now lives in the Pacific Northwest, treasuring the great outdoors of her new home.

Sahalie loves hiking in the region’s majestic Cascade Mountains, dense mossy forests and sagebrush-filled deserts. Her revered, special place is Sahalie Falls, a roaring waterfall that pounds the McKenzie River into a rainbowed mist.

She’s been married for several years to a computer guy who loves to tell jokes. She appreciates laugh-out-loud moments. She enjoys reading just about anything, but mysteries, romances, and science fiction are her favorites. She is passionate about expressing her thoughts and feelings in her writing.

 

 

“If you can do fifty sit-ups, I’ll put my tongue where my thumb is.”

 Gaining Maisy

 by Summer Graystone

BLURB

Ready to start over and escape the demons of her past relationship, Maisy Dennis is hell-bent on getting in shape, building some confidence, and enjoying life. After joining a gym and hiring a personal trainer, Maisy receives more hands-on treatment than she ever dreamed possible.

 

Personal trainer, Carter Lewis knows his way around the gym–and around a woman’s body. No stranger to the wild world of domination, Carter can spot a woman with a deep need for total submission from a mile a way. And the beautiful, but broken Maisy is just begging for it. Now, it’s Carter’s turn to teach Maisy just how gorgeous and sexy she really is–if she’ll just accept her curves and size for what they truly are: Sexy as hell.

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Snippet:

Every thought left Maisy’s mind as Carter wrapped his hands around her waist to slip them into her gym shorts, cupping her ass around her panties. It seemed like he was massaging where he had just spanked and Maisy felt her bones turn to goo as his hands swept up and down her ass. Then his thumb brushed the bottom end of her pussy from the back, and Maisy moaned loudly as she clutched his chest and plastered her body against his. A move that allowed her to feel every inch of the erection resting between Carter’s legs. Maisy rubbed her thighs against it, hoping to punish him a little like he was doing to her. But apart from a slight increase in breath and a jerk of his engorged cock, Carter barely acknowledged the contact.

Then with his hand still in her ass crack, his thumb just barely edging her pussy from the back, he leaned in close to her. “If you can complete fifty sit-ups without stopping, I’ll put my tongue where my thumb is.”

Adrenaline spiked through Maisy, and at that moment she would have done a hundred sit-ups just so she could feel his tongue soothe the ache between her legs. Forgotten was the fact that, up to that point, the best she had ever been able to get to was about thirty. She quickly got on the floor, raising her knees up till she was in the position to start. Then just before she started, Carter dropped down to his knees and slid in between her legs. Normally, he would hold her by her ankles to keep her steady while her back went up and down. But today, his hands slid up her legs, caressed her thighs, then she felt the pad of his thumb circle around her aching pussy, the friction causing another wave of arousal to course through her whole body. “Remember, my tongue here if you get to fifty.”

About the Author:

Hi! So my name is Summer, and I’m a part time erotica author, who attends classes during the day, and writes dirty romantic erotica by night. When I’m not in school studying photography, I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the beaches of Florida.

Some fun facts about me are that I love apple martinis (I just turned 21, so I can’t get enough of them) and I love Star Wars, The Vampire Diaries, the Originals, The Walking Dead and Smallville. I’m a gamer girl too. Animals are close to my heart, and I have a 3-month-old bearded dragon named Yoda (he’s green and white) and a spaz of a dog named Nala who is a Terrier/Pomeranian mix, but I digress.

My favorite thing to do is to write sexy stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end.

 

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Allysa Hart’s ‘Adopting Katie’ and ‘A Rose in Bloom.’

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Allysa Hart is making her journey into the Indie Author World with the re-release of her two books, Adopting Katie and A Rose in Bloom. Check them out…

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“It’s been a long time since this naughty bottom has been over my knee. I think it forgot what happens when it ends up here.”

“No! It’s not a naughty bottom. See how white it is? It’s a good bottom!”

Rose shook her head, “Oh baby, you just issued a challenge that no Dom would ever ignore.”

“No! It’s not a challenge! It’s not. Lemme go!” Her feet scissored helplessly in the air before they were trapped under Keith’s strong leg. There was no pleasure or ‘adult’ stimulation when Keith spanked Katie. Their relationship was purely familial, so when she was sent over her uncle’s knee, she was a little girl to him and nothing more.

“Hmm, I wonder how long it would take to turn your bottom to the same color as these pants. What do you think, Rose?”

“Her pajamas are pink and I thought you hated the color pink. Can’t you do better than that?” She coaxed.

Katie could tell that they were teasing, but she also knew that once in this position, there was no escape without a hot bottom. Keith’s hand had the ability to set a fire hot enough to cause a naughty little girl to fall asleep on her belly.

“Let’s see how many licks it takes to get to the center of a naughty girl’s attitude.” “No! I’m not a tootsie pop!”

“One.” The sound of the smack reverberated through the room.

“Ow! I’ll go to bed!”

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We’re going back to being Keith and Rose. Husband and wife. Dominant and submissive. We’re going to reclaim this relationship before there is nothing left to salvage.”

He didn’t wait for her to respond. Rose was a strong independent woman. She had her own thoughts and opinions and was not afraid to share them when necessary. She loved to submit to her husband, and he knew she wouldn’t want their relationship any other way, but even if it led to punishment, she never failed to make herself heard. Her silence was enough to assure him that she was in agreement.

His next strikes landed lighter than the first few. Not having been spanked in a while, the skin was already turning pink. A long steady session would help her to unwind. Harsh discipline would get her to break to the place she needed to be, which would build her back into the woman he knew and loved as he held her snugly and securely. He needed to bring her to tears, but that would come later. He had time—and the spoon.

Rose wiggled on his lap as his hand began to fall harder and harder. Lengthening the time between swats, he let each settle before laying the next one down. There was no pattern and no cadence. It was as if each swat existed all on its own with no memory of what came before and no guide as to what was coming next. The pink transformed, turning to a brilliant shade of red. With that, the wiggling grew increasingly desperate, but she still didn’t voice any objections.

Keith rubbed her back as he picked up the spoon. “This could have been over if you would have obeyed, my love. But since you didn’t, I’m going to use this spoon to bring some much-needed tears to the surface. You know this needs to be done for both our sakes.”

Her little whimper made him smile.

Meet Allysa Hart

I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days.

I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.

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This year not just the turkey will be roasted…uh oh!

Rare

by Susannah Shannon

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After six months in Chicago filming her TV show, Cass is delighted to be returning to Alaska.  But the move home raises a number of questions. How is it possible that she loves Killian more with every passing day? Why is he so determined to take a wooden spoon on their flight? What do the people of Slick Trench think about Hazel’s ambition to bring more business to their small town? Why does Killian seem to be determined to keep the lodge just the way it has always been? Even if they do go ahead, can they get the construction project done in time to begin filming at the lodge? What is the perfect way to roast a turkey? Is ginger good for anything other than the pumpkin pie?

The true love, small town characters, laugh out loud humor, steamy sex and Cass’s even more scorched bottom are what make this book of the Cass Chronicles series so deliciously Rare.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and elements of power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

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Excerpt:

“Young lady,come with me,” he whispered. She felt butterflies in her stomach and stood up. He took her laptop from her and with his other hand under her elbow led her to a storage room.

“Are we actually going to do this?” she whispered.

“Oh yes we are, darling girl. I told you to buy some food and you didn’t.”

“You said that was my warning,” she playfully protested.

“And then I found this spot and I changed my mind,” he answered. He pressed his back against the door, and tucked her under his left arm. “Put your elbows on the door, honey,” he said. No one could walk in on them, there was some relief in that. Still, she was worried about

the noise. “No one is nearby, now is arguing with me a good idea, right now?” Well, the answer to that was a resounding no. So she leaned across him and braced her elbows against the door.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and laid her skirt up over her back. He wasted no time in vigorously applying the wooden spoon. It stung and left tiny fireworks in its wake. She shimmied and buckled at the knees. “Now stay still, or it will be worse,” he chided with no

sternness in his voice whatsoever. Just as it was beginning to not be fun for Cass, he stopped.

How did he always know that? She wondered. He slid his hand between her legs and it took his strong fingers about a minute of tweaking before she came, burying her moans in her own hands.

She caught her breath. Turning around, she dropped to her knees, he had somehow already gotten himself unzipped. She pulled him into her mouth sucking hard while his hands gathered

up her hair. She swirled her tongue around his cockhead, willing him to come in her mouth. He did and then it was his turn for his knees to buckle in pleasure. “Goddamn, baby” he muttered.

“I know,” she responded, smoothing her skirt over her hips. “You were a genius for marrying me!”

They peered around the door as they left, hoping no one was in the hall.

Susannah Shannon lives in the Midwest with her family. She is fascinated by the dynamic of a smart, independent woman who longs to submit to that one special  man.  She thinks sexy and spanky can also be funny. She can be found at

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Thanks so much for stopping by, Susannah 🙂

 

“I do not hear any protesting. Does that mean you’re in agreement?”

 Allysa Hart is here sharing a snippet about her new book 🙂cover

Blurb:

“If you ever put yourself in danger like that again, I will take you over my knee and spank your little bottom until I am convinced you have learned your lesson… How does that promise make you feel? Because make no mistake about it, Baby, it is definitely a promise.” dad


A successful CEO by day, Katelyn looks forward to the minute she crosses the threshold to shed all of her adulthood stress and worries and become a carefree, mischievous little mess maker. Her husband and Daddy, Mark, is one of the most beautiful people, inside and out, that she has ever met. His dominance turns all of her switches, but she learns quickly that he means what he says and testing Daddy is not in her backside’s best interest.

Mark is not alone in his endeavor to create a safe and loving environment for Katie. His best friends, Keith and Rose, round out their little family. Being intimately familiar with alternative lifestyles, the couple love and spoil Katie in abundance, but never think twice about turning her bottom red if she steps out of line.
Surrounded by her loving Daddy and adoring Auntie and Uncle, Katie learns that the love, safety, and guidance of this family are what help to make her feel complete. Exploring the little girl who lives inside, the one that she has hidden for far too long, she spends her time building elaborate Lego structures and playing in her special tree house that Mark built by hand.
When tragedy strikes, Katie’s idyllic life is shattered and it takes all of the love, support, and discipline of her family to pick up the pieces and put them back together. However, will love and spankings be enough? Katie is not convinced. She doesn’t believe anything will ever be okay again.

Excerpt:

“If I don’t want to be little, are you going to force me to be?”

“No, but we would like for you to allow us to nurture that side of you.” Rose’s tone was hopeful. “I need that side of you as much as you do.”

Katelyn considered her words and then addressed Keith. “Just to clarify—if you’re not going to run my life, does that mean no more spankings?”

He chuckled. “In your dreams, sweetheart. Little or not, if you act up and break my rules, you will definitely get your butt smacked.”

Katie crossed her arms. “That’s not fair. You can’t have it both ways.”

“Rose isn’t a little and still gets her bottom warmed. We both also know that you wouldn’t want it any other way, so knock off the drama,” he said with a laugh, tapping her lovingly on the nose. “I do not hear any protesting. Does that mean you’re in agreement?”

Katie rolled her eyes and then stuck her tongue out at him. “I plead the fifth.”

“Go.”

“What? Why?” Katie’s stunned expression expressed her confusion.

“We’ve already had this conversation. Five minutes in the corner. Now go.”

“But…”

“Six minutes.”

“Rose!”

“Ten minutes.”

With a very unladylike noise, Katie stomped to the corner where she crossed her arms and seethed with anger. Engulfed in total immersion of the dynamic allowed her vulnerability to surface, and gave Rose the chance to prove that Mark’s death had not changed who Katie was or the commitment she and Keith offered her.

Approaching the fuming little corner dweller, Rose gently uncrossed Katie’s arms and guided them to their proper place behind her back. “This is how we stand in the corner. Next time I have to remind you, you will also stand with your naughty bare bottom on display.”

Katie wisely stayed silent.

“How does my promise make you feel? Make no mistake about it, baby—it is a promise, and I am a man of my word.”

She shivered and felt her nipples pucker behind her bra as her body flushed with the heat of embarrassment and excitement. Her words were enunciated as she slowly answered him. “I don’t know. I mean, for real? It seems a little crazy, doesn’t it? Are you suggesting that you would spank me the way a Daddy spanks his little girl?”

His face softened at her last question, “Exactly like that. To a Daddy, the most precious thing in his life is his baby girl, and when she is naughty or does something dangerous, he will do what’s needed to teach her how to behave correctly.”

His explanation shocked her, and she fell silent once again.

“Tell me how that makes you feel, Katie.”

 

About Allysa Hart

I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days.
I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for  authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.

Connect with Allysa at:

Blog: http://allysahart.wordpress.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/allysahartauthor

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/allycat602/

Thanks for stopping by, Allysa 🙂

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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Felicity Brandon: Writer of the salacious, erotic & romantic. Golden Flogger Finalist!
BDSM, spanking, & submission.

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