Monday, July 6, 2015

Book Spotlight: His Captive Bride by April Vine #interracial #spanking #romance


Please welcome April Vine to my blog today! She's here with a steamy excerpt from her new release, His Captive Bride.


His Captive Bride is available from Stormy Night Publications (link for Stormy Night - http://www.stormynightpublications.com/his-captive-bride-by-april-vine/ )

Blurb:

When twenty-two-year-old Haley Kent’s best friend decides to elope with the man she loves and avoid a marriage her parents have arranged for her, Hayley agrees to help. She travels to India and presents herself in disguise to Rajeev Yuvaraj, the handsome thirty-two-year-old billionaire her friend was supposed to marry. But when he discovers their ruse, the plan goes badly awry and Hayley quickly ends up as not only Rajeev’s wife but his prisoner as well.

Rajeev is no heartless tyrant, but when his new bride bites him, swears at him, and treats him with general disrespect, he decides that it is time to take her in hand. Soon enough, Hayley finds herself over her firm-handed husband’s knee for a hard spanking on her bare bottom, with more to come if her behavior makes it necessary. Yet despite his archaic views on how a wife should be kept in line, Hayley cannot resist the powerful need his dominance awakens within her. But if the opportunity to return home presents itself, will she cast aside her growing love for him, or is she truly ready to spend her life with the man who took her as his captive bride?

Publisher’s Note: His Captive Bride is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
 
Excerpt:
 
“Let’s take this one step at a time. You have five more strikes left in your allotted ten. If you wish to apologize now for biting me without permission, tell me where Anjali is, or ask in your sincerest voice that I stop, I might rescind those remaining strikes…”
 
“I will never do any one of those things, so go ahead and spank me if that’s all you got. I don’t care, you…bastard idiot, arrogant son of a bitch, egotistical fuck—”
 
A grin splayed across his lips. The task of disciplining the little American amused him more than it should. “All right. But since I don’t intend on holding back forthe next part of your punishment, this is your last chance to stop me. As I said, even asking me in a nice and polite manner will stop this spanking.”
 
“Over my dead body will I ask you anything nicely or politely, jackass—”
 
“As you wish. Now you will take the rest of your punishment in silence, allowing yourself the time to think on ways to improve your overall behavior or I will be forced to clean out—”
 
“Clean out my mouth with soap? Is that what you were going to say? Oh, my God. I’m twenty-two years old. Not five. What planet are you from? Just let me up, you moron. I won’t take this quietly.”
 
She kicked her legs, twisted her body around, and yelled at him. Her abdomen ground against him. He hardened. Did she feel it?
 
“I won’t use detergent, Haley. I’ll use my cock to clean out your,” he said softly.
 
Buy Links
 
 
Barnes and Noble - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/his-captive-bride-april-vine/1122212019




Author Bio

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.
 
Author Sites 

Website – www.aprilvine.co.za


Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Book Spotlight: Amelia by Stevie MacFarlane #spanking #romance


Please welcome Stevie MacFarlane! She's here today with an excerpt from her new release, Amelia.
 

“What are you going to do about getting your bride back?” Duncan asked, draining his glass.

“I plan to wait a few days and let the dust settle while I get to the bottom of this. Then I will present her with the evidence of my innocence. Hopefully, she will realize it’s all been a horrible mistake and come home with her loving husband,” he said, placing his hand on his chest and giving a small bow. Picking up his glass he drained it and slammed it down on the mantle.

“When we get home, I will teach her a very valuable lesson regarding marriage, commitment and trusting one’s husband.”

“And if she refuses?”

“Oh she can refuse at the top of her lungs; she’ll come home under her own steam or over my shoulder getting her ass swatted every step of the way. If it comes to that, I plan to take the long way home, right through the center of town.”

Duncan scoffed. “You’ll never get her out of the house that way. Not unless you plan to do battle with you mother.”

“I was hoping you would take care of that part,” Hugh said. “It’s time you stood up to her father, and you know in your heart I’m right. She’s taunted you for years; it’s almost like watching someone poking a sleeping bear. She flits here and there doing lord knows what. Now she’s tossed you out of your own damn home. Where does it end? Divorce?”

“Never,” Duncan roared. “I’ll no give her a divorce under any circumstances!”

“Then do something about her,” Sam sighed. “She’s out of control, has been for years. If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for us, for any grandchildren we may give you. Hell, do it because you love her and it’s for her own good. She’s not getting any younger you know and neither are you. What are you waiting for? Isn’t nearly thirty years of her tantrums and spending frenzies enough? Think of the example she’s setting for Amelia, and if I ever get married, I certainly don’t want my wife behaving like that. How will I argue against it when my own father tolerates it?”

“Ach, it’s a sad day when a man has to take his hand to his wife,” Duncan sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I’ll think on it."



Blurb:

Fresh out of Mrs. Pettigrew's School for Young Ladies, Amelia Westcott and her two best friends are ready for adventure. Suddenly a life filled with social obligations and meaningless gossip seems unappealing. On a whim the girls investigate the phenomena of young women heading west to marry, and Amelia is captivated by the freedom such a decision offers.

Hugh Jordon needs a wife. The severe shortage of women in the Pacific Northwest makes advertising for a bride seems reasonable. As long as he finds a wife who is the exact opposite of his tempestuous mother, he’ll be well satisfied. Studying the applicants, he chooses one that seems to best fit his needs, and delegates his head clerk with the critical task of sending polite rejections to the others. Unfortunately, most of them never get the letter Hugh anticipated and soon the brides descend, all expecting to marry the same man!

Amelia is horrified, and realizes that the adage "marry in haste, repent at leisure" has never been more true. How could he do that to her? What sort of man was he, to propose to so many women? She simply must have their wedding annulled and return to Massachusetts at once.

Hugh has other ideas. In his opinion, the perfect place for his bride to learn about faith, loyalty and commitment is in his home and over his knee!



Buy Links:

Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Amelia-Marriage-Market-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00XRMENAQ/ref=sr_1_11?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1432153626&sr=1-11&keywords=stevie+macfarlane

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Amelia-Marriage-Market-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00XRMENAQ/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1432306874&sr=1-1&keywords=stevie+macfarlane

Barnes & Nobel:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/amelia-stevie-macfarlane/1121959768?ean=2940151417440

Blushing Books: http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=3360&welcome=1




You can find Stevie at:

Amazon Author’s Page
http://www.amazon.com/Stevie-MacFarlane/e/B00AJD34BU/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1422383716&sr=8-1

Website: http://steviemacfarlane.weebly.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/stevie.macfarlane.7

Twitter: @steviemac1175

Email:
steviemacfarlane@aol.com


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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

S is for Striker by Patricia Green #SpankA2Z

Welcome to day 23 of the Spanking A - Z Countdown!



S is for Striker by Patricia Green


Blurb:

They've got to find a cruel serial killer, but their attraction might be deadlier.
 

Jase Striker, police detective and gritty noire aficionado, doesn't want a partner on the job. When saddled with a sexy new colleague—a rookie in the Homicide division—he's at first irritable. Over time that irritation slowly morphs into a blistering passion, taking their partnership to a new, erotic level that includes a bare-bottomed spanking when needed. But he fears what mixing work with pleasure will do to his crime fighting abilities.
Rookie homicide detective, Angelica Piccolino, is tired of being treated like a kid though her diminutive size and grunge look add to that impression. But she's 26, and no stranger to the street or the bedroom. A real woman can take a spanking now and then...as long as it's from a man she respects.
Forced to work together as a team, Striker and Piccolino investigate a heartbreaking case involving three young women, murdered and left like human garbage, except for a single white rose.  The detectives need to discover the identity of the white rose murderer fast--before another victim turns up.

 
Excerpt:

The next morning, I realized it had been a huge mistake to allow my partner to drive the police vehicle to the scene of the latest murder. She was reckless and completely unconcerned about other cars. Sure, we had our flasher in the window and the siren on, but we were in an unmarked car. People were slower to get out of the way than they would be for a marked police car. “Geez, slow the fuck down!”

She grinned at me and slewed the car on the wet road. A moment later, she was back in control, but her grin was a little false. I gripped the oh shit bar above the window and held on for dear life. Even a seat belt and air bags wouldn’t be enough if she lost control at this speed.
“God damn it, Piccolino! I said slow down!”
“Grow some balls, Striker!”
“I mean it. You’re going to kill us both. Now cut it out!”
“Or what?” she mocked. “You’re going to spank me?”
Where she’d gotten that, almost reading my mind, kind of threw me for a loop. But if a person ever deserved a spanking more than Piccolino, I couldn’t think of one.
Rain started again, pelting the windshield with big, drooling drops. She flicked the wipers on, but didn’t slow down in the least. We rounded a corner and fishtailed, but once again, she got control after a heart-stopping moment.
“You sure as hell need a spanking, you little brat.”
“Good luck with that. I know karate.”
“Not that it would do you any good.” We swerved and I saw my life flash before my eyes. “You are out of control, woman!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” The car screeched to a halt, well, almost to a halt, just as it sideswiped a parked vehicle a block away from our destination. Piccolino’s mouth opened and shut a few times, and then she squeaked, “Oops.”
“Your ass is grass, Piccolino,” I told her. “Get out of the car.” My door was pinned closed against the crunched driver’s side door of the BMW she’d hit. Silently, her face pale, Piccolino got out of the car, and I awkwardly moved across the seats and got out behind her. There were no pedestrians and few moving cars along the street, probably due to the rainy weather. That was fortunate for my partner, because it was going to be bad enough reporting this MVA to Donati. Accidents happened when pursuing criminals, but we hadn’t been in pursuit, so there was no excuse for it this time.
I straightened my fedora and stared down at her, my brows drawn together.
“I’m sorry.”
I remained silent.
“Really. I’m sorry. I should have listened to you. I’ve just never been so excited. Rolling to the scene of a homicide. I felt like I was in the big time, you know, like… I don’t know…”
“Starsky and Hutch.”
“Who?”
“Never mind. You crossed the line. This was no little fender-bender.” I pointed to the Beamer. “That guy’s paint job alone is going to cost a thousand bucks.”
“Do we have to say it was my fault?”
“It was your fault.”
“Well, kinda. And kinda not.”
“You want me to lie?”
“Lie? No. Just… don’t say anything about how fast I was going. If you don’t say anything, Donati will never know this was more than an unfortunate skid and crunch due to the weather.”
“I’ve had it about up to here with your attitude, Piccolino,” I told her, gesturing to the top of my head. “You deserve whatever you get from Donati.”
She bit her lower lip. “Do I deserve…maybe…a spanking?”


Buy links:

 
Bestselling author, Patricia Green, is a full-time fiction writer specializing in erotic romance. She provides the reader with love stories that emphasize fun characters with quirky personalities. Patricia is the author of more than 20 published novels and novellas as well as an ever-growing collection of short stories.
In her personal life, Patricia is married and the mother of twins. When she’s not being the angel of domestic harmony and a semi-crazed creator of fictional friends, she loves to read, crochet, knit and watch hockey.


You can reach Patricia Green in the following ways:
Email: pig (at) patriciagreenbooks (dot) com
Twitter: @PatriciaIGreen


 


Saturday, June 20, 2015

R is for Rules of the Pack by Adaline Raine #SpankA2Z #paranormal #spanking #romance #kindleunlimited

Welcome to day 20 of the Spanking A to Z Challenge!
 
 

R is for Rules of the Pack by Adaline Raine

I'm delighted to have Adaline Raine visiting today! She's sharing the details of her recent release, Rules of the Pack! Here she is...

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Hi Sue! It's been a while since I've been over. Thank you so much for having me! I'm sharing a sexy snippet from my new shifter release, the Rules of the Pack.

In the snippet below, Alisha is on the phone with her best friend Dani. She is trying to figure out a way to apologize to Phil, the Beta of the pack, but it's not going the way she intended.

Note: Mason is the Alpha of the pack

Enjoy!


Snippet:

Alisha blew out a breath and tried to explain again to Dani. “I pretty much insulted Phil when he
came in here. I really need to come over and apologize.”

Her friend snorted into the speaker. “Uh, well. Normally, I’d just invite you over. Unfortunately, this isn’t high school. If you actually disrespected my beta, then you need to talk to Mason.”

“Can you please relay the message?”

“Nope. Sorry, babe. Hold on.”

A wave of nausea passed over Alisha as she waited for Mason to get on the phone. A few seconds later, his deep voice filtered through in a semblance of a greeting.

“Hi, um, it’s Alisha.” She giggled nervously even though nothing was funny. “Phil came to Dani’s store earlier and asked me to go to dinner.”

“Hmm? From the ten mile jog he took after getting home, I’d bet your answer was no?”

“I’m really sorry about the way I spoke to your beta. Please let me come over and apologize,” she said, her voice wavering. A fresh set of tears broke over her eyes, and she brushed them away, irritated at the way her emotions were spinning out of control today.

“Well, you’re welcome here whenever you want, but you need to understand exactly what you’re asking.” Mason cleared his throat. “Phil won’t believe you’re sorry if you just pout your lips and bat those pretty lashes at him.”


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Blurb:

Alisha Knight is a down-to-earth woman who just so happens to have her sights set on the beta of a large werewolf pack. But despite the way her body reacts to his powerful presence, bitter experience has shown her that a wolf pack is no place for a human girl.

As his alpha’s trusted second-in-command, Phil McKenna takes his responsibilities seriously, even when that means taking disobedient females over his knee for an attitude adjustment. Though he is smitten with Alisha, the feisty little human friend of his alpha’s mate, humans and wolves don’t usually mix well and her presence could easily put both her and the pack in danger.

Yet try as he might, Phil can’t keep his hands off Alisha. His fearsome urge to mark her, claim her, and dominate her completely is only increased when her defiant attitude earns her a hard, bare-bottom spanking. But when the pack is attacked by a cunning, vicious enemy and Alisha’s life is put in grave peril, Phil must decide if he is ready to cast aside caution and take her as his mate.

Publisher’s Note: Rules of the Pack is the sequel to Marked by the Alpha. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy from Amazon


Check out Marked by the Alpha if you want more sexy pack action!

Blurb:

Dani had always been a lone wolf and she had no desire to join a pack, but that didn’t matter to a true
alpha wolf like Mason Daniels. When he finds out that human hunters have been threatening Dani, he puts his mark on her.

Unfortunately, the hunters are foolish enough to disregard his mark, and Dani is captured. After Mason and his pack rescue her from certain death, Dani is given no choice about joining Mason’s pack for her own protection. She soon learns that Mason is fully prepared to spank her bare bottom as often as is necessary to teach her to respect and obey him.

With more hunters closing in and the pack under threat, Mason begins to realize that he must claim Dani as his mate for life—whether she likes it or not—before his need for her drives him mad. At the same time, she is forced to learn her role in the pack and come to terms with her instinctual need to submit to Mason as her alpha and her mate.

Publisher’s Note: Marked by the Alpha is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Also note that a sequel to this book, Rules of the Pack, is now available.

Buy from Amazon


Who's Your Daddy ~ Lexie's Embarrassing Punishment #WhosYourDaddy #spanking #ageplay


June 20-28 we're sharing our love for Daddies! Be they sexy or stern, you'll want to meet these little girls' Daddies. From Daddy Doms to Age play it will all be represented with snippets from stories of littles being spoiled and spanked. Be sure to stop by each site. because there's a giveaway at every stop! And be sure to enter our Rafflecopter for a $40 Amazon gift card.

For my giveaway, I'm offering a $10 Amazon giftcard to one random commenter. Just leave a comment below (with your email address, please!) and tell me what your favorite trait in a daddy/partner is.

For this hop, I've decided to share a very naughty snippet from Becoming Little Lexie:

“Turn around and come with me, Alexa. Let’s get the rest of your punishment over with.”

Liquid fear churned through her insides as she turned at his beckoning. The thin, whippy cane he used to correct her most serious offenses dangled from his hand. “But you said you weren’t going to spank me.” A sense of betrayal burned within her, and she glared at him pointedly to let him know exactly what she thought of his change of heart.

“You can wipe that disrespectful look off your face right now, little girl. I’m not going to spank you. I said I was going to punish your bottomhole, remember?

He wouldn’t. Not with the whippy cane. Where he’d gotten the thing, she wasn’t sure. It had appeared in his study one day after she’d tried to cover up a speeding ticket with a couple of little lies. A shudder coursed through her as she recalled what an awful sting it packed, as well as the dreadful whooshing noise it produced the moment before it connected with her flesh.

“Please, Daddy,” she said, her face heating as she stared at the terrible implement in his hand. “You can’t do that to my bottomhole. I th-thought you were going to use a plug.”

“You thought wrong. Now be a good girl and bend over on the bed.” He guided her into position with her palms on the bedspread. “I know it’ll be uncomfortable for you to reach back and hold your own bottom cheeks apart with your rib, so I will spread your cheeks apart for you. In the future, however, I will expect you to hold your cheeks apart during this type of punishment, just as I require you to do when I put a plug in your bottomhole.”

Despite her fear, the knowledge that this wasn’t a onetime occurrence gave her a little thrill. She swallowed hard and heat flooded her face, traveling down her chest to deepen the aching in her pussy. Her nipples were tight, painfully so, and her breath came in ragged puffs as she remained bent over.

“As you are about to find out, Lexie, little girls who fib are dealt with harshly.”

Lexie. Her head shot up. Had he really just called her Lexie? She glanced over her shoulder and met his eyes in question. “My name is Alexa, Daddy.”

He shook his head and placed a hand on her right bottom cheek, squeezing her mound as he held her gaze. “Alexa is too grownup. I think Lexie suits you much better, little girl. Now please turn around, unless you want to watch as I spread your cheeks apart.”

She immediately turned around, jumping in place as he splayed her bottom apart with one hand. Flushing, she tensed as he drew the tip of the cane over her private hole. He’d plugged her bottom before, and he’d even spanked her pussy lips during a punishment, but he’d never punished her in such an embarrassing manner as this. She trembled and closed her eyes, wondering how many times he’d bring the cane down on her delicate flesh.

“I’m going to turn your little pucker an even deeper shade of pink than it already is, Lexie. Twenty quick, light strokes of the cane should do it.”

“Daddy, that’s too much!”

“Light strokes, Lexie. Not full strokes like I’ve administered to your bottom cheeks in the past. Now be good and hold still. We’re going to begin with the first set of five.”

Though she knew it was coming, the first whack of the cane against her tight hole left her gasping. Before she could recover from the surprise, William brought it down four more times in quick succession.

“How are you doing, Lexie? Are you in any pain? Aside from your bottomhole, I mean,” he said with a smirk in his voice.

“I’m okay, Daddy,” she said, touched that he was pausing to inquire about her rib.

“Good.” He tapped at her sore entrance a few times, and she flushed again, knowing he was doing it simply to see her hole clench and unclench with each touch. He did the same thing each time he prepared her for a butt plug. “Next set of five,” he announced.

Five strokes, light but still packing enough sting to draw more gasps from her, landed directly over her bottomhole. He repeated the process twice more, inquiring about her pain levels before tapping on her sore entrance and then delivering another set of five strokes of the cane. By the time he finished, the shame produced by this unusual punishment combined with the soreness in such a private place had her on the verge of tears. She sniffled and stood slowly with his assistance.

“Your punishment is over, Lexie,” he said, warmth lighting his eyes as he stared down at her. He tossed the cane on the bed and gathered her close, petting her hair as he held her against his chest.

Alexa breathed in his scent, marveling at how little she felt each time he called her Lexie. She liked it. She’d never had a nickname before as her parents and friends had always called her Alexa. Not only did it make her feel little, but it felt like an endearment too, and her heart swelled as she peeked up at him.

“I’m really sorry I lied to you, Daddy.”

“I know, little girl, and you are forgiven. Daddy still loves you very much.”


Becoming Little Lexie links:

Amazon US * Amazon UK * Barnes and Noble

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Be sure to visit the other participants!

1. Normandie Alleman  4. Sue Lyndon  
2. Megan Michaels  5. Summer Graystone  
 
3. Renee Rose 

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Q is for Quiet! #SpankA2Z

Welcome to day 17 of the Spanking A - Z Challenge!


Q is for Quiet

I used to always listen to music while I was writing. I couldn't write without it. Then, gradually, it became a distraction, maybe about two years after I started writing. Now I need complete silence to concentrate, most of the time. Occasionally, I'll listen to some instrumental music from a movie soundtrack, or I'll turn on the loud humidifier in my office for some background buzz. But most of the time...it's quiet for me.

What about you? Do you prefer to listen to music or some other background noise, or do you require total silence while you're writing?