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“You are bound by the rules of this century, not yours. I shall hold you accountable in whatever way I wish.”

Blurb:

Twenty-three-year-old Kelly Regan didn’t expect much excitement when she took a job as a curator at a historic estate, but upon encountering a beautiful, mysteriously powerful mirror she suddenly finds herself transported back to the Victorian era.

Kelly is intrigued by the estate’s owner, the handsome bachelor Sir Henry Yarlswood, and in order to learn more about life in his household she impersonates another woman and obtains a position as his maid. But Henry is not a man who tolerates dishonestly from his staff, and after her deception is discovered Kelly’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing spanking.

The stern punishment only increases Kelly’s desire to know more about her handsome employer, but after she is caught snooping through his personal effects she soon finds herself stripped naked for an even more shameful chastisement. Despite her sore bottom, however, she is deeply aroused by Henry’s firm-handed dominance, and when he claims her properly his masterful lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But will their blossoming romance be enough to keep her by his side, even if it means leaving her old life behind forever?

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Excerpt 1 (18+)

 

Henry paused and flexed the rod before swishing it through the air a few time. It was a horrible sound, unmistakable. Her fantasy scenario of moaning girls and probing dominants with frisky fingers was nothing like the strict application of Henry’s cane.

“I wish to know, young lady,” Henry said as he continued to swish the cane through the air, “have you taken anything from this room?”

Taken? She’d looked in his journal, but not taken it. “No, sir,” she gasped.

The cane struck with a resounding thud and she drummed the palms of her hand on the seat of the chair. “No, I haven’t,” she repeated.

“Please keep your head up, Kelly. The mirror is there for both our benefits.”

He noticed she liked to look at him and he was using it to observe her too. It was an odd moment of reassurance. If he could see her face, the tears, the pained expression, he must be judging whether she was coping or on the verge of collapse. Was Henry so cruel as to want her to faint? She doubted it. Nothing she’d read in his journal, assuming he accurately portrayed his activities, implied he sought a woman’s injury or committed harmful acts. The cane stung like crazy, but it wasn’t being wielded with force, only accuracy.

She raised her head and stared at him. He nodded, then to her amazement, he stepped toward her behind and with his forefinger traced the line of the cane.

Kelly gasped, not because it hurt or made the mark throb any harder, but because it was tender and curative. For a few seconds she was thrilled, excited, and perversely aroused by that delicate touch. Now she throbbed in a new spot; her little nub was aching to be noticed.

“Because I know,” he said, stepping back, “that taken objects can be returned to their correct location without being missed.” He cracked the cane swiftly against her bottom.

 

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I’m an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

 

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He has her body. Will she give him her heart?

 

HER ROGUE VIKING

by Ashe Barker

Blurb

Though Fiona puts up a brave fight when her village is raided by Vikings, she ends up being carried off over the broad shoulders of Ulfric Freysson, the leader of the Norsemen. The stern, ruggedly handsome warrior quickly makes it clear that she belongs to him now, and her best efforts to escape merely earn Fiona a painful, humiliating switching on her bare bottom.

Her captor’s bold dominance sets Fiona’s passion ablaze, and when he brings her to his bed she cannot help begging for him to claim her completely. As Ulfric begins training her to please him in any way he demands, Fiona finds herself falling in love with her new master, but she soon realizes that there are those among his people who still see her as an enemy. When her life is threatened by a member of his own family, will he stand ready to protect her no matter the cost?

 

Publisher’s Note: Her Rogue Viking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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 I have always been fascinated by Vikings. Strong, sexy warriors, ruthless, dominant and determined – what’s not to like? It was only a matter of time before I wove a story around these fierce raiders who rampaged through Scotland and England for over three centuries, eventually settling and leaving their indelible mark on our history.

 

A Viking raid was indeed a ferocious affair. They relied on what would nowadays probably be termed ‘shock and awe’ swooping in from the sea on their fast dragon ships to attack with vicious and deadly effect. The Nordic raiders would be gone almost as swiftly as they arrived, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The modern equivalent would be a helicopter attack on a sleepy rural village by SWAT teams armed with automatic weapons– the local people would hardly know what hit them.

 

I have employed a certain amount of poetic license, but I was determined to recreate the Viking era to the best of my ability – their homes, their clothing, what they ate, how they lived. I hope readers will be as entranced as I am by these creative and charismatic raiders, and perhaps forgive them their more outrageous little foibles.

Excerpt 2 (18+)

Ulfric carried her to the fallen tree and set her down beside it, taking care to allow her to lower her good leg first. Then, still ensuring that her weight remained on her uninjured foot, Ulfric helped Fiona to turn and face the trunk, then eased her torso forward until she was balanced across it. The furs and blanket provided a soft cushion. Fiona could find no reason to complain that her comfort was not considered as Ulfric patted her soon-to-be-punished bottom.

“I will lift you a little higher, to ensure that your feet are off the ground and taking no weight, and to offer me a better target, naturally.” He did not wait for any further comment from Fiona. In moments she was dangling over the tree trunk, her feet inches from the bare earth and her head and shoulders balancing her weight on the other side. The grass and a light dusting of fallen leaves were just inches from her nose but she could just make out their shapes in the gathering gloom as she quivered in this unfamiliar and vulnerable position.

Her father had been no disciplinarian. In all her nineteen summers no one had ever so much as slapped her wrist, let alone bent her over a fallen tree for a public switching. Fiona wondered if it was possible to die of humiliation.

She managed not to whimper as her skirts were raised above her waist, then tucked under the woven braid that served as a belt. Fiona was acutely aware of the half dozen or so Viking warriors who had gathered to observe the proceedings. They were all now afforded a fine view of her upturned, naked buttocks. She was glad she could not decipher the exact meaning of their calls and remarks, though the general gist was plain enough.

The jocularity ceased abruptly at a word from Ulfric. The men remained in place, watching, but they no longer offered their lewd observations.

Fiona was accustomed to harsh winters, but the bitter chill of this Nordic early evening was equal to anything she could recall in her own country. She shivered as the icy breeze caressed her bare backside and could not help clenching as Ulfric bent to select the first switch.

“Fear not, little wench. You shall soon be feeling a good deal warmer.” He swung the switch in an experimental arc, slow at first, then fast enough to produce an ominous whistle. Fiona shrieked.

Ulfric chuckled and moved in close. He laid the palm of his free hand on her bottom, the caress almost affectionate. “Try not to clench, though I realise it is difficult. Are you ready?”

There was nothing to be gained by delaying matters. Fiona nodded, then clenched her bound hands into fists as she tensed for the first stroke.

“Aagh!” She let out a shrill scream as fire exploded across her right buttock. Her entire body jerked with the force of the blow, though she had been expecting it. This hurt though, more than she had ever imagined.

“One,” Ulfric intoned. “Be still, Celt. Settle down and we shall continue.”

Somehow, through the haze of pain, she heard his words and managed to obey. Moments later fire snaked across her left cheek.

“Ooh!” Sweet Jesus, can I bear this?

“Two. Now relax, you do not wish to drag this out, I am sure.”

He was right, she did not. Fiona willed her tense muscles to soften and drew in a shuddering breath.

“Three. Four.”

She was managing the pain just slightly better now, no longer so shocked by the intensity of sensation. She managed not to cry out, and needed no further reminders to keep her buttocks soft.

“That is good. Five. Six. Seven.”

Fiona writhed against the blanket. Despite her determination to bear this ordeal with fortitude she was unable to remain still, nor could she contain her tears that flowed unchecked across her face.

Ulfric paused to once again lay his palm over her throbbing backside. Her bottom was on fire and she flinched under his touch though he was not rough with her.

“You are doing well. Just three more to go. Shall I continue, Fiona?”

No! Enough! “Yes. Please, just finish this and let me get up.”

More about Ashe Barker

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days – her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel.

At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

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“My fantasies are dark. Too dark for you.”

                         Captivated

Author: Jaye Peaches

Blurb:

Waking up in an unfamiliar bed in a room she doesn’t recognize is disturbing enough, but Anna Hadley becomes truly alarmed when she looks into the mirror and sees the face of another woman staring back at her.

Her confusion intensifies when a man—who apparently believes she is his wife—suddenly knocks on the door and scolds her for spending so much time by herself in the bedroom. To top it all off, it quickly becomes clear that the man has some very specific, very old-fashioned ideas regarding the proper way a husband should deal with a disobedient bride.

In spite of everything, the threat of having her bottom bared for a sound spanking arouses Anna deeply, and even as she searches for clues that might explain what happened to her, she cannot help becoming more and more attracted to her supposed husband.

It isn’t long before she earns herself a punishment, and when he reddens her backside and then takes her hard and thoroughly she is left spent and satisfied. But knowing she could find herself back in her own body at any moment, can she dare to fall in love?

 

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Excerpt  (18+)

“A month of getting to know you, Anna. Just you and me.”

“I’d like that,” she said softly and she traced the leather stitching with her trembling finger.

The engine purred and David settled into his seat. “Now, as I drive you home, why not relax. Lift up your skirt, take down your panties, and masturbate.”

Her head snapped around. “What?”

“You heard me.”

She stared out of the window at the traffic and pedestrians, battling the flurry of nerves his preposterous idea had concocted. “No,” she giggled half-heartedly. “This is a joke.”

“No joke.” He flicked on the radio to a jazz station. “Forget about your worries, Anna. Come for me. Go on.”

The music danced around the sports car and drowned out the noise of the street.

“Would you order Henrietta to do this?” she asked.

“No. I’m not ordering anyone. I’m asking you to do something that you need to do. Let out those frustrations.”

How the hell did he know what she wanted? Only yesterday, he thought she was somebody else. “You’re very sure of this need in me.”

“Would you like me to say it again?” The car pulled up at a junction and he turned to face her. His eyes were shining brightly and he gently drummed his fingers on the wheel.

She swallowed the lump in her throat. God, please ask me again. She wanted his dominating voice oozing into her ear and making her buzz all over.

“Anna. The skirt up, panties down, and part your legs. Fuck yourself until you come or do you want me to drive down some secluded road, drag you over my lap, and spank you?”

 

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I’m an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

 

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“If he thought she would obediently stay for her punishment, he didn’t know her at all.”

Author April Vine

Taken by the Barbarian

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Having spent her life confined behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could be kept safe and pure, twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent, naïve, and utterly unprepared for what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the barbarian ruler of the planet Sentara.

 

To her surprise, Saraska quickly discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall, handsome king is far from the ruthless savage she expected. His stern discipline and his bold, intimate exploration of her virgin body leave her quivering with need, and when at last he claims her completely his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure more intense than she could have ever imagined.

Though Saraska grew up believing her people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she has been lied to her entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her against Roark, will Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she has grown to love?

 

Publisher’s Note: Taken by the Barbarian includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

EXCERPT

If he thought she would obediently stay for her punishment, he didn’t know her at all and this time nothing he said would stop her from leaving. His commands to stay, to come back at once and she’d be sorry if she didn’t, trailed behind her. All she needed was her bed.

“Saraska.” The magnificent power and overwhelming dictatorial strength in his tone as he bellowed her name finally stopped her dead in the path.

He had never uttered her name before and saying it that way instilled a unique quality in her to obey him. She feared him because he was an unknown and yet in that same instance, some other force compelled her to submit to him, if only to see what her name falling from his lips did to his face if he said it gently and with kindness.

Slowly she turned around and found herself staring at his wide hard chest. How had he closed the distance between them so silently?

“You have not been eating.” He didn’t ask the question; he stated it as a fact.

She said nothing, crossing her arms over her chest again as a meager attempt to protect herself from him. He raised her chin with his finger and her spine threatened to fold with a thousand tingles.

“Look at me when I talk to you,” he said. Why couldn’t she stop her eyelids from flickering open and staring into his dark green gaze, like an abyss of the forbidden?

“You can’t make me eat, Alien,” she said, defiance making her braver.

“I can make you do anything I want you to do, slave.”

She swallowed but maintained her brave face. So far he done exactly as he chose when it came to her, never asking her feeling or opinion. He dictated and expected his demands to be executed. Well, she was not one of his subjects. She would never be, no matter how much he tried to break her. She was an Actual born princess. And he was a barbaric Alien Warlord.

“Then I object,” she said. “Since you’ve so generously given me to Jacob, he should be the one to discipline me and not you. I am his slave after all.”

“You would rather let someone else touch you?” The ripple in his hard square and inexorable jaw frightened her as did the low threatening husk in his voice, but only for a moment.

“I would have anyone who is not you, touch me.” She jerked away from him but didn’t flee to safety even though her mind begged her to do so.

“Will you clean the sus-sty, water the crops, bake the bread, wash the clothes, and feed the galluses?”

“No,” she said and raised her head.

He gripped the back of the chair Gertrude sat in sometimes as she feed those feathered things that looked like birds of a very strange variety but couldn’t fly. They called them galluses. She knew all this because Gertrude would tell her things about her bizarre planet every night. She fell asleep for those short bouts of sleep to the sound of the kind lady’s voice.

He dropped his body into the seat, his long legs spread wide.

“On Sentara, disobedience will earn you a spanking. As a resident you are required to follow the rules. Now lift your nightdress and lie over my lap,” he instructed.

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APRIL VINE is a night-time erotic romance writer and a daytime professional dreamer. She adores books, chocolates and shoes, and is happiest doing all three at the same time.

She lives in a house with boys and a few four-legged furry things and has come to accept both species for the strange creatures they are.

Email her at april.vine@yahoo.com

 

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“What girl wouldn’t want an Alpha Daddy”?

ALPHA DADDY

by

Ava Sinclair

 Blurb:

When alpha wolf Lakota Longtree sees a grizzly stalking a young woman in the Alaskan wilderness, he intervenes just in time. But the beast is no ordinary bear. He is a shifter of a different clan, an ancient enemy of Lakota’s people, and Bear will not be satisfied until he has tracked down and killed the woman he perceives as a threat. Lakota’s only choice is to make her a member of his pack, but that will mean teaching the headstrong girl that an alpha expects to be obeyed.

 

Biologist Carly Fowler has never put much stock in myths and legends, but after the ruggedly handsome man who so recently saved her life transforms into a wolf before her eyes, she is forced to accept that what he says is true. There is a terrifying creature hunting her and Lakota and his pack can keep her safe, but that will mean submitting to a stern, dominant alpha who will not hesitate to soundly punish her any time he feels it necessary.

 

Lakota gives Carly no time to ponder her situation, nor does he give her a choice in the matter. She will live with him until he is sure she is no longer in danger, and during that time she will do as she is told or face the consequences. It isn’t long before Carly’s defiant attitude earns her a painful, embarrassing spanking over Lakota’s knee, but despite her fury at being punished in such a fashion she cannot help yearning for him to take her hard and thoroughly.

 

Over the coming days, Lakota takes on the role of Carly’s firm but loving daddy, providing the structure and discipline she requires to adjust to her new life. Soon enough, however, his need for her becomes overwhelming, and he claims her as his mate, mastering her more completely than she would have ever thought possible. But will her presence end up tearing his pack apart?

 

Excerpt:
He raised his arm and brought the switch down hard, and Carly howled as the blow left a burning line of pain in its wake. Lakota kept a hand on the small of her back, holding her easily in place. Carly’s position on the rock had her leaning slightly forward, and as the switch painted welt after welt on her nates, Carly began to kick wildly in an effort to get free. The sight of her plump sex between her legs was almost more than Lakota could stand, and even though she was sobbing for mercy, his heightened senses picked up the heady pheromones which told him that part of her was responding sexually to his correction.

There were nearly a dozen thin welts crisscrossing her bottom now, and he added one more for good measure before tossing the switch away and pulling her to standing. Lakota sat on the rock as he forced her to face him, waiting for Carly’s wails to subside before addressing her.

“That’s why you do as your told,” he said, pointing in the direction the bear had run. “You know better, Carly. So why don’t you tell me why you ran? Do you like putting yourself in danger?” He paused, gently pushing his fingers between her thighs. “Or was part of you hoping I’d stop you?”

“That’s ridiculous!” She spat the words through her tears, angrily wiping away tears with the back with one hand as she rubbed her welted bottom with the other.

“Is it?” he asked. He took hold of her shoulders and locked his gaze onto hers. “I don’t have to touch a woman to tell when she’s sexually excited.”

His words seemed to shock her into momentary silence. “That’s a hell of a thing to say from a man who considers himself a father figure.”

“Well, maybe that’s because we comprehend two different things in the term,” he said. “As leader, I consider myself a father figure to the whole pack. And a pack leader can mate with a female he protects.”

The presence of pheromones in the air was heavier now.

“If you think I want you in that way…” she said, but her voice was quavering, and her skin was flushed, and then her eyes widened as his fingers moved between her legs to reveal what she’d been trying to hide even from herself.

“You’re wet, Carly,” he said. “You want me. Admit it. You want me as much as I want you.” He paused. “I wanted you from the moment I saved you from Bear. I’ll fight any beast that tries to claim you. But I fear I cannot fight the one that longs to claim your body.”

It surprised him to find she kept herself shaved, and now as he slipped first one finger, then two, past the slick folds of her inner flower, her body seemed to draw him in, and she moaned as he probed her tight, hot pussy. Carly was whimpering as her hips followed the motion of his hand, even as she buried her face in his chest and fisted his shirt.

“No. No. No,” she said. “This is wrong.”

“It’s not wrong,” he said. “I am your kind. Even if you do not have the gift, we are drawn to one another. I am made for you, Carly. You are made for me. It was meant for us to get together, my little one. I was meant to guide you, to protect you, both as a father figure and as your lover.”

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Ava Sinclair is a #1 Amazon bestselling author of erotic romance, including Big Beautiful Little, Bride of the Trogarians and Her Highland Guardian. She caters to readers who enjoy smart writing and stories that offer engaging plot with just the right amount of steam.

He would protect her from the world, but who would protect her from him?

Protecting His Pet

by

Measha Stone

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After her brother’s life of crime is brought to a sudden end, twenty-two-year-old Kara Jennings fears she may be the next target of the men who killed him. It comes as a shock, however, when she is taken captive by a mysterious man who promises to keep her safe but quickly demonstrates that he will not hesitate to punish her in any way he sees fit if she disobeys him.

 

Devin Stinger is certain there is something important that Kara is refusing to share with him—something related to her brother’s death—and he is fully prepared to be as firm as necessary to get her to tell him the truth, even if that means stripping her bare, spanking her hard and thoroughly, and keeping her caged like a pet.

 

Despite her shame at being made to kneel naked at her captor’s feet, eat from his hand, and surrender her body to him completely, Devin’s dominance leaves Kara helplessly aroused and yearning for him to master her even more thoroughly. When he brings her to the edge of an intense climax only to leave her desperate and wanting, her need for him to claim her properly compels Kara to confess the secret her brother shared with her before his death. But will that information help Devin protect his beautiful pet or will it ultimately put her in greater danger?

 

Publisher’s Note: Protecting His Pet includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive pet play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt Rated R

“Time for your shower.” He grinned and started to head back toward the house.

“Here?” she called to him, and he didn’t bother responding. He’d just tied her to a fucking tree, where did she think she was having it?

It was pretty warm for a fall day, which was good—for her.

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open when he headed back toward her carrying the hose in one hand and a bucket in the other.

“No. No. Not a hose.”

Funny how she thought she had the right to demand anything from him at that moment. After she’d sliced him. After she’d spit at him. After she’d fought and clawed at him. Between the two of them, she had been the most violent.

“Oh, yes, the hose. That’s how I clean my pets, peaches.” Her intake of breath at how he referred to her wasn’t lost on him. Such a little sound really. Most men wouldn’t even notice it, but not Devin. No, he not only noticed it, he basked in those little sounds. The hums, the shocked gasps, the painful cries, the soft murmurs of pleasure, all if it stroked his arousal to an almost painful point.

“I-I’m sorry if I hurt you.” Her apology came fast, her eyes never leaving the bucket as he began to fill it with water. A bar of soap floated in the chilly water along with a rag he’d tossed in there. He was going to enjoy cleaning her.

“I’m sure you are,” he agreed, tilting his head to look up at her. “That doesn’t change much, though, I’m afraid. You see, actions have consequences.” He lifted up his left arm, where the injury was hidden beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt. “Even when you’re sorry. I’ll give you a word of advice. Take your punishment like a good girl, and you’ll start earning your privileges back.” Bubbles formed in the water, and he turned off the spray from the hose, closing the gap between them.

“Just let me go. I just want to go home.” She stomped her foot in the dirt. Her bare foot made no sound against the earth beneath it, but the dirt kicked up a bit. He looked down at the few particles that landed on his boot.

“Now you’re kicking dirt at me?” It was cruel to add that to her list of transgressions, but the beast within him was slowly making its way off its leash.

“No.” Her curls flew from side to side as she shook her head. “No, Please. I—” She screamed when the cold water from the hose hit her naked body. She jumped back, but the leash didn’t give her much room to move away.

“What was that?”

She twisted away, but the water caught her. “C-cold! Too cold!” she screamed.

“I bet it is,” he nodded in agreement, aiming the hose for her chest. Her nipples tightened into stiff peaks with the chilled water hitting her. He couldn’t have planned for a sexier sight. She tried to close her arms, to protect her breasts, but they were tied overhead. He softened the stream and stepped closer, watching the water fall over her heavy breasts and roll down her flat stomach toward that little patch of hair he had admired earlier. He let go of the handle, stopping the water for a moment. “Turn around. I want to get your back.”

“No!” she refused.

He turned the water back on and aimed the stream at her hardened nipples. She squealed, twisted, and turned, but couldn’t get away from him. Damn, his dick was hard.

“Turn around.” He gave her another chance, aiming the stream to the side.

“I hate you,” she affirmed once more, then slowly turned so her ass faced him.

He nearly groaned at the sight of her round ass. Only a few welts were still showing from the belting he’d given her the night before, but other than that her creamy skin was completely unflawed. Of course he’d remedy that after her shower. The girl still had a punishment coming. A hard punishment.

“You can hate me all you want. Won’t change what’s coming.” He rinsed off her back then stepped closer, wrapping his hand to her front and cupping her chin. Pulling it back, he began to gently spray her hair. Her breath hitched, but soon adjusted to the new chill. “Now you need soap,” he whispered in her ear.

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Measha Stone is an international best seller who lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and three children. While working toward her degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University, she wrote mostly in the thriller genre, but her heart lies in Romance. BDSM Erotic Romance is where she lives and breathes, because what’s pleasure without a little pain?  When she’s not writing, she’s reading and goofing off with her kids.

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BLURB:

After her sister goes missing, Alena Malloy travels to Blue Springs, Maine—her sister’s last known location—to track her down. As she begins her search, however, Alena’s efforts quickly bring her into conflict with Randy Janzen, the local sheriff, and Nash Osbourne, a Scotland Yard detective involved in the case due to its similarity with a recent disappearance in the UK.

Randy and Nash make it quite clear to Alena that they expect her to avoid interfering with their work, and when she defies them one time too many she earns herself a painful, embarrassing spanking. The humiliating punishment ignites a powerful desire in Alena, and despite her sore backside she finds herself yearning to be mastered more thoroughly.

The two stern, handsome lawmen agree to share Alena, and soon enough she is begging for more. But when Alena’s continued meddling in the investigation puts her life in grave danger, will Randy and Nash be able to protect her?

Publisher’s Note: Dangerous Interference includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt,

“Oh, good Lord.” There went those tingles dancing their way down her spine when both men leveled those identical, intent gazes on her, forcing her to mutter aloud without even realizing it.

“Problem, Alena?”

“Nothing you two getting up and leaving won’t solve,” she returned, as sweet as her cinnamon roll while making a mental note to have a serious talk with her girly parts later about who was in control.

“One would think you don’t like us, luv,” Nash put in before turning a charming smile upon Carlee when she returned and set a cup of coffee in front of each of them. “Thank you, Carlee, and don’t you look pretty today.”

Carlee gave his broad shoulder a playful slap. “The gals back in London might fall for that, but we’re a bit smarter over here.”

Alena sure wished she could lay claim to having an ounce of brains when she heard either that British accent or Randy’s low, commanding voice. Trying to ignore the way her heartbeat had accelerated and the uncomfortable dampness in her crotch, she plopped another bite of cinnamon roll in her mouth, this one with a good amount of melted icing on top that had her chewing with slow relish.

“Shit,” Randy groaned, the look on Alena’s face as she ate responsible for the uncomfortable shift of his cock. Luckily, Carlee’s next statement took his attention off the lust she could inspire with the simplest things and returned it to why they had stopped in the diner when they spotted her bright red head inside.

 

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