An Unexpected Nanny

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Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Guess who's over at my my place? Jane Henry and Maisy Archer with their new cowritten book Her Protector!

I am so pleased to have both Jane Henry and Maisy Archer here to talk about their new book Her Protector (Boston Doms Book 3).






Here's the blurb...



Tony Angelico thinks he knows all about Dominants and submissives. After all, his two brothers are unapologetic Dominants with long-term submissive partners. Tony also knows that Tessa, the woman who works for him… the one girl he can't get out of his mind… is interested in the lifestyle. But he wants no part of bossing women around, let alone dominating them.

Tessa Damon craves the attention and discipline of a strong, dominant alpha male, but she's not been able to find what she's looking for. She's attracted to Tony, and can't help fantasizing about being taken over his knee for a sound spanking. She longs for the release and comfort of submitting to a man she can trust.

The night Tony decides to give it a shot, everything changes. But can Tessa be healed from her abusive past, and find that she's worthy of love? Can they find a path that works for both of them? Will Tony finally understand that there is no one definition to cover every nuance of what being a Dominant means – not when his heart and soul know that he wants nothing more than to assume the role of Tessa's protector?


DISCLAIMER: This book contains explicit themes, including the spanking of adult women and other BDSM scenarios. The book also includes a self-harm scene involving “cutting”. If such material is likely to offend or trigger you in some way, please do not read.


Here's a sneak peak...



“Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice so gentle, it seemed almost ironic he was talking about spanking her. His gentleness made the tears threaten to fall again, her throat clogged with them. She’d been bossed around and tied up, ordered into submission and whipped, but never had any of the men she was with asked her not only what she wanted, but what she needed.
“A real spanking,” she whispered. “One that hurts. I want to feel your strength.”
One of his hands wrapped around her waist, and her hand instinctively flew back. He grasped it, holding her hand, a gesture that was at once intimate and assuring, pressing her hand, engulfed in his large one, into the small of her back as the first smack of his hand fell. Her panties were thin and his hand large; the sting from the single swat hurt more than she’d expected.
“Ow,” she said in a little voice.
“Too hard?” he asked, squeezing her hand in the small of her back.
“Noooo, no no no, please, Tony,” she said. “Not too hard. That’s perfect.”
Another sound smack jolted her, and now he was spanking her in earnest, his palm rising and descending, and the heat of each spank warmed her skin, beginning with a jolt of pain that quickly spread to warmth, and her clit zinged with each stroke…


Here's where you can get it...




Other Books in the Boston Doms series...



 My Dom (Boston Doms, Book 1)      

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 His Submissive (Boston Doms, Book 2)
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A bit about Jane Henry and Maisy Archer...


Jane Henry
Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. In 2012, she became interested in the d/s lifestyle, and has discovered her love for writing romance with a d/s twist. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.
Maisy Archer
 Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves - coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family - her love of words has only continued to grow... in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.


Where to follow them...




Monday, August 1, 2016

Katrina Kade is visiting today to share an excerpt from Claiming Skye!

I'm so happy to have Katrina Kade visit my blog today to share some of her new release Claiming Skye.




Here's the blurb...

Skye hides her secret fantasies because good girls don’t long for the kink she dreams about. When her subconscious cravings continue to cause sleepless nights, she takes the biggest step of her life and seeks out a local BDSM club. She’s horrified and enthralled, but too prudish to admit this is the life her mind and body desire. She’s not like these people, or is she?

The club’s owner has seen her response before and gives Skye a folded piece of paper with an address, a date, and time. She finds herself knocking…

Elijah waits on the other side of the door. Dominant, arrogant, and lonely—he’s looking for the perfect submissive to cater to his desires and share the lifestyle he relishes.

Is Skye the one? Is Elijah the missing puzzle piece that will allow Skye to release her inhibitions and embrace her kinky side? Or will tragedy keep Elijah from Claiming Skye?


Where you can buy it...




Blushing Books: http://bit.ly/29lLlJB 



A sneak peak...


*Note: She is already blindfolded and restrained with headphones in*

Her heart beat rapidly, and every sense came alive, straining to learn what he was
doing—what he was going to do. The bed dipped again, this time on the other side. There was more movement, and then the music started again, much louder, stronger, something primal.

The music crashed as heat exploded on her stomach and she cried out, body writhing,
pulling away but then rising toward whatever it was. Whatever it was—then it dawned on her; it was wax. He was using a candle on her, dripping hot wax onto her oiled skin.
The heat was briefly intense, bordering on painful, then mellowing, spreading, sinking
into her. She drew a breath, waiting for the next drop.

She tried to gauge by the music when it would happen again, but the beat became
syncopated, erratic, rising and falling and, when the heat hit her, it took her by surprise. But her body reacted, took on a life of its own, hips rising, legs falling open against the ropes. The drops came faster, closer together. The pain didn't mellow quite as quickly; he wouldn't let it. She wanted it to stop, tossed her head from side to side, but arousal and heat swelled inside her, ready to burst. But just as the word 'red' rose to her lips, the pain changed, spread out, softened. She bit back the word, waiting for the next splash of heat, rising up on the bed, her orgasm building, heading toward some amazing peak.

Tiny pinpoint drops landed on her breasts, exquisite drops of pain that made her gasp, her body reacting instantly. The music rose, and so did her body, both reaching a crescendo and then the music ended, abruptly. And so did the heat on her skin. She lay gasping, the silence in her ears deafening, her body seeking release. He'd left her on the edge, teetering, aching. Elijah moved on the bed and she instinctively turned her head toward the movement, tugging on her restraints, aching for the next. The music rose suddenly, drowning out any sounds, growing louder. She wanted the heat, wanted the intense pain, the rush. She was sweating from the heat on her skin, from the heat that was building inside.

Cymbals crashed and she smiled, knowing the heat was coming, wanting it, craving it.
But it was cold instead, icy cold and wet, pressed against her nipple. She screamed, her
body pulling the ropes taut, goose bumps rising along her arms and legs. The fire that had built inside her rose up fierce and hot, and her hips rose off the bed, seeking release. The slap against her thigh was sharp and bright, stinging, breaking through her arousal, but doing nothing to diminish it. She gasped, her body thudding onto the bed.

He hadn't said… hadn't told her she couldn't come. But that must be what he wanted—
what she didn't understand.

The music still played, but the volume dropped considerably. There was movement
again, and then Elijah's breath was warm on her face. She could hear words, tried to focus on what he was saying.

"You do not come until I tell you to. As long as the music plays, you do not come. Nod if
you understand."

A bit about Katrina Kade...


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

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

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


Where you can find Katrina...


The Romance Reviews

The Romance Reviews

Sexy Cherry