Sunday, July 24, 2016

Destiny's Chance by @CaraBristol ~ #newrelease #paranormal #romance #spanking #bdsm


It's re-release day for Cara Bristol's paranormal romance novel, Destiny's Chance. I read this book when it first released back in 2013 and enjoyed it very much. It's available on Amazon and is free to read for Kindle Unlimited members! Be sure to check out the naughty excerpt below. :)
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Destiny’s Chance 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.



Destiny’s Chance excerpt:

“I need you to touch me, to hold me, to spank me.” She’d never

expressed her desires to a man so openly before. But she withheld the most important piece. I need you. She loved Chance and craved him in every possible way.

She wanted him when he came home from the shop greasy and dirty, when he woke up with morning breath and morning wood, when he padded around the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel, when his muscles flexed when he did ordinary things like unload the dishwasher or grab a cup off the shelf. When he laughed at the television. After he shaved and when his face grew scratchy again. In the daytime and in the evening. On Tuesdays and Wednesdays and Thursdays and every other day. “I want you…and sex and spanking.”

“Me. Sex. Spanking.” Chance paused as if her request required consideration. He nodded. “I can accommodate you. When would you like all that?”

Her tongue seemed to swell inside her mouth, impeding the formation of words. “Now.” Perhaps only one word would be necessary.

Chance shoved away from the table. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Stomach fluttering, Destiny rose to her feet. Like this? No lead-in, no preamble. Just bam! The suddenness aroused nervousness and excitement.

He motioned for her to precede him, and she shuffled for the bedroom, trying to decipher the meaning behind his about-face.

A hard swat landed on her ass. She squealed.

“There’s more where that came from if you don’t get a move on. And even more if you do.” He smiled wickedly. Problems could wait. This could not. She scurried down the hall with Chance at her heels.

In the bedroom, he dug the chest out of the closet. Anything he chose would have been fine with her, but he selected the tawse, and her excitement spiked into the red zone.




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.

Friday, July 22, 2016

Free on Amazon ~ Punished by the Admiral #scifi #bdsm #romance #freebook


Great news! Punished by the Admiral is free on Amazon today, July 22nd, through July 24th. Hope you'll head on over to Amazon and grab your free copy. :)




Punished by the Admiral blurb:

Lia is beyond excited when her husband, the powerful, handsome Admiral Cavvik, makes arrangements to take her on a trip to a tropical island on his home planet. But her anticipation turns to trepidation when Cavvik insists that before they begin their vacation, she must undergo her annual checkup.

Her protests earn Lia a painful, embarrassing punishment which leaves her bare bottom sore both inside and out, but the shame of that chastisement pales in comparison to the utter mortification brought about by her inability to hide her helpless arousal as her naked body is thoroughly examined.

Though he takes his wife’s health very seriously, as Cavvik watches Lia brought to a blushing climax on the doctor’s table he can’t wait to be alone with his little human wife. Much has happened in the years since he captured her and made her his bride, and he plans to remind her that his need for her is just as fierce as it was the day they first met.

Publisher’s Note: Punished by the Admiral is an erotic short story set in world of Taken by the Admiral. It includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Thursday, July 21, 2016

The Alien's Captive by Ava Sinclair #newrelease #scifi #erotic #bdsm #romance


I'm so excited to have Ava Sinclair visiting today with a naughty excerpt from The Alien's Captive, her hot new sci-fi release!

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blurb:

General Augustus Bron, Commander of the Traoian Iron Guard, has never approved of the practice of
capturing human women and training them to serve the rich and powerful of his world. He knows, however, that success in politics is all but impossible without the social status granted by ownership of a human pet, and with his planet in desperate need of new leadership he sees little choice but to obtain one for himself.

When she pieces together a connection between five missing women, reporter Phaedra Ellis knows she is onto something big, but before she can go public with her story she is taken from her apartment in the middle of the night and brought to a facility unlike anything she has ever seen before. To her shock, Phaedra is informed that she is no longer on Earth, and more disturbing still, she is now the property of a huge, powerful alien warrior who will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her soundly should she dare to disobey him.

After an intimate, deeply humiliating medical examination confirms her suitability as a pet, Bron begins Phaedra’s training. Though taming her will require a firm hand and punishments much more shameful than a mere spanking may be necessary from time to time, he has no doubt that he is up to the task. But despite his efforts to remain stoic, his beautiful little human has soon claimed a place in his heart. When Bron’s enemies seek to use his growing love for Phaedra against him, can the battle-hardened soldier find a way to protect both his planet and his pet?

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


excerpt:

“Today,” he said, “I teach you control.”

Her heart was pounding. What did he mean? He was completely silent as he loomed over her, but then a finger dropped to her collarbone and trailed lightly down her skin, and something in so light a touch from so huge a man caused a shudder to run through Phaedra’s small body. When that finger reached her breast, the tip of it circled the areola, sending tiny goosebumps of flesh on her skin and causing her nipple to harden almost painfully.

She could feel the wetness starting to form between her legs as his finger now circled the other nipple. Phaedra scrunched her eyes shut tight and squeezed her thighs together, as if that could stop the throbbing of her pussy. When she opened her eyes, she could see Bron looking down at those clamped thighs, and when he drug his gaze up to hers, she could tell he knew her body was already betraying her. The corner of his mouth was curved up in a knowing smirk, and at that moment Phaedra’s anger flared.

“NO!” She began to pull against the restraints, to kick her legs, to arch away from Bron while calling him every vile name she could think of. And he —the beast!— was perfectly calm as he caught her, turned her over, clutched her by the waist, raised her ass and began to spank her with hard, heavy blows.

“OWWWW!” Her protests and profanities turned to sobs and pleas as her captor’s hard hand fell and fell and fell. He did not spank her quickly, but methodically, carefully timing the blows and letting her whimper in expectation of each one. He was suspending her in a full state of helplessness, forcing her to connect with it.

Where the other spanking had been corrective, this one sent a message: I have all the time in the world to spank your bottom. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.

The burn of the spanks went subdermal. Her bottom felt as if it were throbbing. Each spank echoed through the room. When Phaedra looked back in one frantic, pain-filled moment, she could see Bron staring between her kicking legs. This made her wail even louder, for she knew what he saw—an exposed pussy glistening wet with need.

“Please!” Her voice was hoarse now, and she could barely expel the word. Bron was rubbing her sore bottom, his hand inflaming the burning surface with each pass. For good measure, he squeezed a punished cheek before wordlessly turning her back over. Her bottom was so tender that Phaedra arched away from the bed, but when Bron placed a hand on her pelvis, his expression was so serious that she dropped her pulsing haunches to the mattress, tears of defeat leaking from her eyes.

“Again.” It was a single word that marked Bron’s intention of resuming his lesson, as if the spanking were merely a trivial interruption. His finger went back to her nipples, circling one and then the other. And despite the discomfort in her bottom, Phaedra’s pussy once again clenched hungrily. She did not shut her legs this time; there was, she decided, no use trying to hide what he could so easily reveal.

The finger moved between her breasts, trailing down and down and down past her navel to the crest of her Venus mound to the top of the deep cleft of her pussy. He ordered her to spread her legs wide, and after weighing the cost of disobedience, Phaedra obeyed, focusing on the ornate tiles of the high ceilings for want of distraction.

But there was no distraction great enough to draw her attention away from what he did next. Bron parted Phaedra’s labia with two large fingers and touched the little gold shield that covered her clitoris. It all but melted away under his finger, and when the air hit that little nub of flesh, she felt it pulse and swell and throb.

“You’ve drugged me.” She looked at him accusingly, unwilling to admit that her arousal was a natural reaction, given her situation.

“I’ve no need to drug a female.”

“You’ve drugged me.” Phaedra’s tone was insistent, angry. “Why are you making me act like this?” She moved her hips, desperate to dislodge the finger that was now moving on that sensitive little pearl in maddening circles.

He laughed. “Oh, little human. You seek to keep your dignity by denying the truth. You need no drugging. You are under the sway of your own natural desires. You cannot control your passion, whether it be the desires of your body or your urge to unleash your tongue when you should remain silent.” He paused as his finger moved up and down, and Phaedra moaned. “You must learn to curb your passions.”


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Author bio:

Once upon a time, there was a young woman who found the only way to get her kinky reading fix was to haunt questionable sections of the bookstore and - when no one was looking - snatch up a copy of "Penthouse Letters", which she proceeded to hide inside a magazine for camouflage.

She was a nice southern girl then, and nice southern girls didn't read stories she craved - stories of domination and correction and surrender. Or, at least, they didn't own to it.

Oh, how times have changed. No longer a young woman, Ava Sinclair is pleased to live in an exciting time when all manner of erotica is available at the click of a button. And she's so very proud to be one of the writers her younger self would have wanted to read.

From her beginnings as a contributor to the first online purveyor of female erotica, Bethany's Woodshed, Ava Sinclair went on to not only write but to become an executive editor in the industry. In 2015, she returned to writing fulltime when she published "Marshal's Little Girl" with Stormy Night Publications. That book led to a string of a dozen bestsellers, nine of which became #1 Amazon bestsellers.

From alien worlds to western towns to windswept Highlands to shadowy government institutes where women are taken for training, Ava enjoys creating detailed worlds and crafting believable plots that frame sizzling scenes of sex and domination her readers have come to love.

She resides in the green hills of southern Virginia with her family, an indecent number of cats, her little dog and an Eagle Owl named Lucius. When she's not writing, she can be found reading, scouring antique shops for vintage teacups, or riding her horses.


Sunday, July 17, 2016

Jade's Dragon by Maren Smith #western #spanking #erotic #romance #newrelease


Yay...there's a new Red Petticoat Saloon book out and it's by Maren Smith! Don't miss this awesome historical set in the old west.
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Blurb:

Cast out of China, Chin knows all about how hard life in a foreign
country can be, especially for a woman on her own. Given the name Jade and a job packing in the crowd as an exotic dancer at the Red Petticoat, Chin thinks she’s finally carved a safe and secure place for herself when, looking out across the dance hall, she spies the son of the man who murdered her family. Panicking, she flees into the night, into the worst storm in living memory.
Struggling on a failing ranch, neither Cullen Drake nor his brother Garrett has any idea how to combat the illness ravaging their herd. But the night Cullen finds himself slogging after sick cows during the worst storm in California’s history, he happens to be in the right place at the right time. At first, he thinks it’s a child he’s rescued from a flashflood. It’s not until he gets her home that he realizes Chin is every inch a woman grown… and a woman on the run.

Chin knows better than anyone the risks of staying too long in one place or letting people get too close. Yet the harder she tries to escape, the worse off she becomes until finally, sick and wounded, she finds herself unable to run and her past is closing in. Fortunately for her, Cullen has a past of his own and a fearsome determination to protect, whether she wants him to or not. Unfortunately, he also knows how to handle young ladies more interested in running than behaving.


Excerpt:

His chair creaked as he shifted, swiveling on his rain-soaked and muddy butt to face her head-on. His broad hands came to rest on his wet thighs. If she thought that not being his kid would save her, she had one hell of a surprise (and whupping, if she continued to test him) coming. Already his palm itched.

“One,” he told her in a measured tone.

Another wisp of emotion flittered across her muddy features, there and gone again before she asked, “One, what?”

“Lie to me again,” he clarified. “I dare you.”

The smell of crisping bacon, like hot summer’s comfort, wafted through the house. A log in the stove popped. Chin and Cullen stared at one another, neither blinking.

“I’m going to ask you only once more,” he said, keeping a tight grip on his patience. “This time, I expect the truth. Are you a runaway, girl, or do I need to get back on my horse and go searching for your kin before they fall in the same wash that almost killed you?”

Her tiny fingers tightened in the folds of her blanket, twisting the homespun before drawing it in close around her. She shuddered, for the first time dropping her gaze to her lap as if searching for her answer among the filthy wrinkles of her skirt. “My family died years ago.”

“I’m sorry,” Cullen said without softening. “Where you headed?”

Black eyes rose and locked with his again. He knew professional gamblers with more revealing stares than hers. “San Francisco.”

Cullen’s chair creaked as he shifted again, that coal burning hotter. At the stove, Garrett stopped stirring long enough to tsk. His laugh came out as a rueful chuckle. “Guess we’re doing this the hard way,” he said, shaking his head.

“Two,” Cullen breathed, flexing his hand to the accompanying pop of two tense knuckles. His palm was itching so he could hardly stand it. “San Fran is in the ass-opposite direction. Try again.”

Stiffening, the girl hiked her chin and a snap of real fire lit the depths of her dark eyes. “I’m not lyin—”

And that was three.

He moved so fast, in the time she had to react only her eyes widened. After that, he had her, seizing her by one arm and a good handful of blanket at the scruff of her neck. He stripped it off her even as he yanked her out of her seat, leaving the blanket cast to the floor in disgrace and herself sprawled facedown across his lap.


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Author Bio:

Fortunate enough to have married my Dominant, I am a wife, administrator at two local BDSM dungeons, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. I have penned more than 120 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series, of which Kaylee’s Keeper reached #1 on all Amazon.

Visit Maren’s blog here:
http://badgirlscorner.wordpress.com

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Don’t miss these exciting titles by Maren Smith and Blushing Books!

Masters of the Castle:
Book 1, Holding Hannah
Book 2, Kaylee’s Keeper
Book 3, Saving Sara
Book 4, Sweet Sinclair
Book 5, Chasing Chelsea
Book 6, Owning O
Book 7, Maddy Mine

Corbin’s Bend:
Last Dance for Cadence (Season 1, Book 8)
Have Paddle, Will Travel (Season 2, Book 7)

A Few Other Titles:
B-Flick
The Great Prank
Jinxie’s Orchids
Life After Rachel
The Locket
The Mountain Man
The Next Ex
Something Has To Give
Varden’s Lady