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

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

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.”

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.

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Thanks for stopping by, Allysa 🙂

Captured, Captivated, but who’s conquering who?

Nov10

Felicity Brandon

Stormy Night Publications

Description: Historical, BDSM, spanking romance

Approximately 91,500 words

HEA Ending

the-viking_s-conquest 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?

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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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‘Just Right for Me’. Ross knows what Mia wants. #Firmhand #DomesticDiscipline

Aug25

justrightforme Blurb:

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?

EXCERPT:

Who would have thought she’d be sitting here considering a Domestic Discipline relationship with the one man who had walked out on her so many years ago. Ross had sounded so sincere, Mia almost believed him. Perhaps she had been wrong. Maybe he didn’t cheat on her with Kelly; she had always been a troublemaker. Mia sighed. She had prayed for a second chance and here it was, sitting in her kitchen. All six foot four of him, wrapped nicely in a pair of faded jeans and black cotton T.

Despite her protests concerning her sister’s marriage, Mia’s insides were all quivering. How would it feel to be turned over Ross’s lap and spanked? Would he spank her over her clothes or demand she take off her pants and panties? Flustered at the direction her thoughts were going, she got up from her chair and wandered over to the sink. She swallowed hard. “Is spanking included as punishment?” She heard the scrap of a chair and soon felt his presence directly behind her, scorching her backside.

“So, you’re familiar with Domestic Discipline and what that entails?” His breath stirred the hairs at the back of her neck and she shivered. His big hands slid up her arms to cup her shoulders and squeeze as he occupied his mouth by dropping light kisses just below her earlobe. Her breasts ached and her nipples tightened. Ross had always been an attentive lover, taking his time as he played with her body. Mia relaxed her stance and allowed herself to rest against his hard body. Ross slid a hand down to her navel and splayed his fingers wide anchoring her close so she could feel his hardness prodding her ass. She tilted her head to the side in order to give him more access to the sensitive area adjoining her neck and shoulder. Ross immediately set his mouth upon her and covered her skin with kisses.

“You didn’t answer my question, sweetheart.” He nibbled his way back up to her earlobe, suckled the flange of flesh and then stuck his tongue in her ear. “What do you know about Domestic Discipline?”

His raspy voice was like an aphrodisiac and Mia’s knees nearly buckled. “Not much, just what I read about it and from Becky.” Only the strength of his iron clasp pressing into her belly kept her in place, otherwise she would have been on the floor in a puddle at his feet. The other hand traveled to her breast. He thumbed one nipple, then the other.

“Hmm, if you agree to this type of relationship, spanking will most definitely be involved.”

His touch, his voice made it impossible for Mia to think. She broke away from his hold and moved over to the kitchen table. Ross was here, suggesting they give their relationship another try, but what about Connie? “How does Connie fit in all this?”

He heaved a sigh. “Connie left for California yesterday. There hasn’t been a woman as special as you in my life.”

Even though Mia felt better, thinking about him and Connie as fuck buddies didn’t sit too well with her either, but she hadn’t expected him to live like a monk. She had dated throughout the years, but there wasn’t a man who made her pulse leap as Ross had done.

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Trickery will get you punished.

Aug22

Constance Masters is here sharing an excerpt of, ‘Trickery’.

trickery stolen fromamazon (1) Blurb:

Morgan King is a 23 year old virgin who has never had a proper boyfriend. The fussy young woman longs to meet a man everything like the heroes in the spanking romance novels she loves to read. When such a man comes along, Morgan is sure that he must be too good to be true and balks at actually meeting him.

Jackson Brooks is a 29 year old middle school teacher who works summers at his family’s summer camp. When he gets to know Morgan on an online dating site, he is sure she’s the girl for him. They are both ready to settle down and he doesn’t understand why she is so hesitant to meet him in person. His confusion deepens when he finds out she has sent him a fake photo; he is not happy. With his job as director of the summer camp looming, he decides to give the elusive Morgan some space.

Morgan is devastated when she realizes she has probably blown things with Jackson. The desperate young woman hatches a plan to get to know him secretly. She pretends to be her own mother and books herself into Sunnyvale Summer Camp under the name of Alyssa King, using her sister’s birth certificate. What will happen when Jackson finds out?

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Sexy hot excerpt

Jackson stood and walked around to her side of the desk. “Stand up.”

“What are you doing?” Morgan’s eyes were wide with disbelief but she did as he asked.

“Bend over the desk.” He moved his things out of the way and stood back while she bent over. “Stay there.”

“What are you going to do? You can’t really mean to spank me, not here. Someone will hear you!” Morgan shifted nervously, her fingers automatically tugging at the frayed hem of her shorts.

“They won’t because you will not make a sound. You are going to take what you have coming to you and you are going to be completely silent. Not one little whimper because you know you deserve every single lick.” Jackson was angry and he had to decide what to do but there was no way he could even think straight until he’d metered out at least some punishment. It was nothing compared to what he wanted to do but he had to bear in mind there were kids on the property and for the most part he had to concentrate on them. This bottom warming would have to be quick and sharp.

“But I?” Morgan squirmed uncomfortably.

“The only butt I’m interested in is the one I’m about to punish. Stay in that position and wait.” He was surprised that she did as he told her. Jackson locked his office door and walked through to his adjoining sleeping quarters to find something to spank her with. He needed something with maximum sting and yet whisper quiet. He had to remember that as far as the other councillors knew, he was holed up in here with a teenage girl. If they heard any kind of slap they could call the police and both of them could end up in jail. He took a belt out of his closet, folded it and cracked it across his palm. The sting was considerable but it was not noiseless. Could he use a rubber flip-flop? Nope, the slapping sound was distinctive and quite loud. Finally he grabbed the tilt wand from the blinds and flicked it across his hand. Perfect. It packed a good sting and was completely silent.

When he walked back into the office he was pleased to see that Morgan hadn’t moved. That was something. So her name was Morgan King. At least he could put a name, face and very soon, smacked bottom to the person he’d been talking to, at last.

“What’s that?” Morgan asked, her head shooting around and her jaw dropping with shock when she saw what he was holding.

“Bend back over.” He pressed her down slightly and pulled at her light shorts until they were buried within her crease. This left a pleasing amount of her naked butt cheeks on show.

“I’m scared,” Morgan whimpered into her arm.

“Good, you deserve to be scared.”

“I’m sorry Jackson, I really am.”

Jackson had to steel himself. “I’m going to spank your sassy, dishonest behind hard with this, plastic whatever it is, because you have put both of us at risk of being in terrible trouble with the law. You haven’t even had a criminal record check. My brother and sister in-law could lose their business. All because you didn’t think about anyone but yourself.”

“And I’m not a criminal!”

“I didn’t say you were but it is against the law to work wth kids without the proper checks.”

“I just wanted to get to know you.” Morgan was crying and he hadn’t even smacked her yet.

“There were better ways than this to get to know me.”

“I can see that now!”

“Hush,” he whispered.

Jackson raised his hand and brought the fiery little stick down hard across both plump cheeks. He would have loved for the first time he spanked this woman to have been with his hand. He wanted nothing more than to feel those soft cheeks ripple beneath his bare hand. He so wanted to hear the satisfying clap of flesh meeting flesh. He brought his chosen gadget down again, a little lower than the first pink line.

“Please Jackson,” Morgan begged quietly. “It hurts.”

“It’s not supposed to tickle Morgan. Honestly, you are so lucky that I can’t give you exactly what you deserve or you would be getting a thorough hand spanking followed by a few licks of my belt.”

“I’ll do anything you want if you stop, please.”

The whippy little plastic rod danced up and down her soft white flesh and she was dancing on her toes to ease the sting. “Keep still Alyssa,” he whispered. “You know you deserve this.”

“But it burns—and my name is Morgan.”

“Good, I hope it keeps on burning Morgan.” He hoisted her up by a handful of shorts and made sure he covered the area that usually remained hidden in the crease. He didn’t want the effects of this spanking to wear off too soon. Finally he put the wand down on the desk and pulled her shorts back into place to cover her bottom. She looked adorable; both hands were rubbing her sore bottom while she stood there with her messy hair and her tear stained cheeks looking completely contrite. He wanted nothing more than to hug her and kiss away her tears.

“That hurt.”

“I hope so honey.” He pulled her against him for their first ever, real hug and he had to admit, it felt good to hold Morgan in his arms, if only it was under better circumstances. “Enough, I need to figure out what to do next.”

“What are we gonna do?”

“Good question and when I decide I’ll let you know.”

“Fine, don’t let me interrupt your thoughts on what I am going to be doing.”

“Hush Morgan, I need to decide quickly what to do about this,” Jackson said. “Whitney is going to be expecting me to have you removed.”

“Oh well we have to do what makes Whitney happy.”

“What do you mean happy? This isn’t about making Whitney happy it’s about Whitney knowing what the rules are and expecting me to follow them.”

“Does she even know what was in the bag?”

“No, I asked her to bring it to me. Councillors don’t have the authority to search bags.” He was starting to realize that they were the only two that knew about any of this.

“This is about me. At least I should have a bit of a say about what we do next.”

“Deciding what’s the right thing for everyone though isn’t easy and I’m the adult here.”

“I am an adult.”

“And you have demonstrated that so well.”

Author Bio:

Constance Masters is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author.

She writes romantic spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance.

Constance has always been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It’s a lot like her life.

Where can you find Constance?

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Twitter: https://goo.gl/L3CGFd

#Best #Selling #Author Cara Bristol

Aug9

USA Today Best Selling author, Cara Bristol is here today with an excerpt from her book, ‘Destiny’s Chance’.

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Blurb:

Fate gave her a chance for love. Is she brave enough to accept it?

Destiny Grable has loved Chance Everett for as long as she could remember, but he was never interested in her until a tragic act of fate grants her heart’s desire. Now Chance is all hers—body, mind, and soul. But once they’re together, she discovers he has a kinky side she never knew about. Is she ready for it? Can she handle it? And Chance isn’t the only one with a secret. If he discovers what she’s hiding, will he still want her?

Destiny’s Chance was previously published in 2013. This is a re-release.

Excerpt

A silk kimono slithered off a hanger to land on a chest on the floor of the closet. She hung up the robe and eyed the trunk. Made of aged, saddlelike leather, it had thick rawhide handles and brass hardware.

She dropped to her haunches. “Probably locked anyway.”

She pressed the button. The latch popped. She wavered, then surrendered to curiosity and lifted the lid.

“Oh my God!” She clapped a hand over her mouth and fell on her ass. “That’s his kink.” She stared at the treasure trove of spanking implements. Paying attention to how she removed them so she could replace them exactly as she’d found them, she examined the items. Several paddles of different shapes and sizes in both leather and wood. A pom-pom-like flogger with supple soft leather strands and a stiff wooden handle. Some common items: a hairbrush, a wooden spoon, a ruler. And a strop resembling a belt split into two parts. A tawse! She’d heard of them but never had seen one until now.

She smacked her palm with it. Biting. How would it feel against a bare bottom? She pictured herself laid out like an offering over Chance’s lap as he spanked her bottom until it was supersensitive and then stung her cheeks with the tawse.

Her pussy cheered with a twitch.

She fantasized often about being spanked but had no idea if she’d like it if she experienced it. However, she loved leather—appreciated its hard and soft textures, its masculine scent, the snap it made. Such a versatile material. Sensual. Sexy. She stroked the soft strands of the flogger, then whacked her palm with the tawse again.

She sat cross-legged on the floor like a little girl playing with grown-up toys. All she required for some really wicked games was a playmate named Chance.

Destiny spanking graphic

Author bio

USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes contemporary and science fiction romance and has topped the Amazon sales charts in science fiction and fantasy romance and erotica. No matter what the romance subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven, seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

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#Maddie Taylor’s Luke, Heath and Aaron Jackson are hanging out with me today. Come on over and drool over these hot covers and sexy snippets ;)

Mar31

Woohoo, I’m such a lucky girl. I have the Jackson boys hanging out with me today…alllll dayyy. Maybe even the rest of the week. Yay!!! I have to admit the hunk in the middle is my fav. Thanks so much, Maddie! So, let’s move onward in a time when men were men and women were glad of it 😉

Escape to the old west, to the Wyoming Territory, still a new and often unruly frontier where dangers abound. Meet three brothers, Aaron, Heath and Luke Jackson, sons of a strong, hard worker, upstanding man albeit rather old fashioned who puts family above all else, and he will do anything to protect that family, even if that means taking his boys to the woodshed when necessary, or his wife over his knee. He raises his sons to be the same way. These are their stories.

Marshal’s Law

#1 Bestselling Erotic Western

Aaron Jackson: The youngest of the three sons, Aaron veers from the family cattle ranching business to become the youngest marshal in the territory at twenty-eight. He is a stickler for rules and order, so when he takes a wife, he expects no less from her.

Janelle has never been to a place like Laramie, in fact, due to an unexplained phenomenon, she has never experienced life in the old west at all, and it is a rude awakening. She has also never met a man like Aaron Jackson, strong, powerful and so handsome he takes her breath away, and she has for darn sure never had a man take her over his knee, flip up her skirt, and enforce his authority with the flat of his hand, or a hairbrush, or the threat of a switch. But she is forced by circumstances to accept him and his protection.

This is their love story: poignant, turbulent, and touching, Janelle must learn to adapt to her new life in 1878, and often inflexible Aaron, must learn to bend in order to keep her.

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Fantastic! Couldn’t put it down!!

ByBon May 3, 2014

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What a mesmerizing and heartfelt story, full of love, hot sex, danger, intrigue, and terrific writing. I was so sad for it to end as the author made me feel a part of the wonderful family she created. Loved it!

Jackson’s Justice

#1 Bestselling Erotic Western

Heath Jackson: Oldest brother Heath experienced heartbreak early on, which left him jaded about love and marriage. He’s content running cattle by day at his ranch and keeping company with a lovely widow from town in his free time. When he notices that Jenny Harper, a longtime family friend who has long been infatuated with him, has turned into a pretty and very tempting young woman, he fights the attraction.

Tragedy strikes, putting Jenny in desperate straits, she does what she must, even lowering herself to work as a piano player at the local brothel in order to keep her home and provide for her young brother. But the job is fraught with dangers, drunken lustful men, gunfights and she realizes she can’t continue when one day she comes face to face with Heath and his brothers during a bar brawl. Thank goodness for her garish wig and disguise. She decides she must marry quickly and Heath finds he can’t bear to watch as other men, weak, inappropriate men, vie for her affections.

Convinced she needs a strong man like him to keep her and her young brother safe, he has a change of heart about marriage and claims her for himself. Determined to curb her headstrong ways and have a real marriage, like that of his parents, he endeavors to give her the guidance and love that she needs, even when it means taking her over his knee for a lesson with his broad palm or the business end of a paddle.

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Mouth-watering!

ByAnarion February 1, 2015

Format: Kindle Edition

Heath Jackson is swoon worthy in this mouth-watering erotic romance. Masterful, dominant and the kind of guy who knows exactly what he wants. Jenny is going to have her work cut out for her enticing him into marriage… but as they say… where there is a will, there’s a way and this girl has willfulness in spades LOL. Loved this wonderful tale and can’t wait for more of the same Ms Taylor!!!

Wild Wisteria

#1 Bestselling Erotic Western

Spanking Romance Review 2015 Historical Western of the Year

Luke Jackson: Middle brother, Luke, feels no pressure to curb his free spirited ways, happy to work the family ranch and in his spare time unwind at the Red Eye Saloon with a stout whiskey or with one of the lovely ladies upstairs, letting his married brothers carry on the Jackson name. That is until he meets Wisteria Turner. In trouble with the law from day one, she is wild and impetuous and he can’t get the violet eyed beauty out of his head. After a night of incredible passion, a horrible misunderstanding shatters their newfound romance and her fragile trust. She flees Luke’s loving arms, only to encounter hardships, danger, and much more trouble than she bargained for.

When circumstances force Wisteria to return to Luke’s hometown, she does her best to keep the secret she has hidden since that night. Once the truth comes out, however, Luke puts his foot down. He makes it clear that he’ll be watching out for Wisteria from now on, whether she likes it or not, even if that means giving her a good, hard spanking to get her attention first. Can this star crossed pair find love in t heir marriage after all the lies and deceit?

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Wonderful Wisteria

ByMKSon November 29, 2015

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Maddie Taylor’s Jackson brothers saga is fantastic. I know it’s the end but I truly hope she re visits this family again. What a fun match Luke and Wisteria are. Adventure, love, lust, romance, this book has it all. After reading this you want to go back and read all of them again. I love your writing Maddie, keep up the good work.

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Mary, thank so much for giving me the opportunity to share my Jackson brothers with your readers. I love these wonderful heroes so much that when I was done, I wished I had made six of them. I am planning to add a little addendum book starring the Red Eye Saloon’s Madame, Miss Charlotte. Look for that sometime late this year.

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

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

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

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

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

Here’s the blurb…

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

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

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

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

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

And an excerpt…

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

“Madam?”

“Take me with you. Please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I could pay you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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