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Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Today I have Jane Henry Visiting me with her new novel Complete Me!

I just love the cover of Jane's Book Complete Me (Bound to You Book 3)  and I'm pleased she's here to share an excerpt.



Here's the blurb...


Meredith and Paolo are adapting to their new-found roles as dominant and submissive. Yet, despite their rekindled passion, everyday life must go on. How will they maintain their new roles long-term? Will people notice her submission to him? Would anyone ever find out she willingly lies over his lap for a spanking? 
At the heart of it all, she longs to trust him. When Meredith finds herself terrified for her own safety, she knows there is only one person who will make her feel truly safe.


Though this is the third and final book in the Bound to You trilogy, it can also be read as a standalone.


DISCLAIMER:  This book contains the spanking of adult women and sexual scenes. If these offend you, please do not purchase this book.


Here's the buy links...





Here's an excerpt...


He pointed wordlessly for her to go to the bed, and she stood, eagerly obeying him, fingering the cold metal, smooth as silk under her fingers. It felt sturdy. She tugged, and the pull of the chain on the back of her neck gave her goose bumps. So caught up in the moment, and the feel of her new, symbolic gift around her neck, she was unaware of him coming to the bed with her until he was already there, stripped. 
He climbed up next to her, and she knew without him saying a word, that tonight would not be about tying her up, or putting her over his knee and spanking her to ecstasy. No, tonight was his claiming. 
“You’re all mine, baby,” he whispered in her ear, pushing her down on the bed as he positioned himself above her, and she felt him hard against her thigh. His voice was husky with emotion. Dipping his head, he nipped at her shoulder, and she gasped, arousal pooling between her legs at the way his whiskers scratched her naked skin, his voice deep and just above a growl, his powerful hands holding hers by her side as his tongue flicked over the place he’d nipped. 
Paolo’s mouth found hers, and one of his hands brushed one of her breasts, his kiss deep and pleasantly familiar, as she basked in the knowledge that she was his precious girl, and his alone. His hand released her breast and found its way to her collar, tugging and twisting so that she felt the sharp pull. He released it and resumed stroking his hand along the length of her body. 
“You were a good girl tonight,” he said, before his mouth met hers again. She had been. This time, it had been easy. It would not always be so easy. This, she knew. But she also knew, now from her own experience, as well as from what she’d heard from Annalise, that the difficult times would make them stronger. The trials and tests would come, but each obstacle they overcame would fortify their bond. They would continue to build their life together, each and every day, as each would learn to meet the needs of the other. 
Complete. 
Meredith kissed him back, and he groaned as her tongue flicked in his mouth, and he ground himself against her hips. She marveled at the strength of him. He felt stronger now than he had decades before. 
“Those biceps are something else, handsome,” she murmured. 
“The better to spank you with.” 
“And my, what powerful hands you have,” she said, her voice just a whisper.
“The better to restrain you with.” 
“I want to run my tongue along the edge of those gorgeous shoulders,” she whispered, eyeing the breadth of his shoulders above her, the strength in his back, and the harnessed power he held above her. 
“Have at it,” he chuckled, his own mouth dipping to her breasts, his teeth gently nipping one hardened nipple as her head fell back on the pillow and she welcomed the hazy arousal.
“I love you,” he murmured. Hundreds—no, thousands of times he’d said those words, but tonight, she truly heard them. They were no longer just a closing phrase on a phone call or a good night whisper. 


Books one and two in the Bound to You trilogy: 


  



Begin Again, book one in the Bound to You trilogy: A desperate wife pledges her obedience to an online dominant.

Come Back to Me, book two in the Bound to You trilogy: Meredith and Paolo attempt a weekend of intense training to adapt to their new lifestyle of dominance and submission.



Other Books by Jane Henry:


A Thousand Yesses: They are best friends...can they be lovers?

Sunstrokes: Four authors bring you four tales of punishment and pleasure. 

My Dom: Curiosity drives Heidi to yearn for a taste of her amorous neighbor's kinky pursuits. 

Claimed on the Frontier: Her stern frontiersman demands obedience, determined to be as firm as necessary to keep his bride safe in a hard, dangerous land.

A bit about 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. 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. 


Where you can connect with Jane...

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Instagram: @janehenryauthor



Monday, August 15, 2016

Mary Wehr is visiting today with an excerpt of Callie's Daddy!

I'm so happy to have Mary Wehr here today to give us a sneak peak into Callie's Daddy, her new age play novel. 




Here's the blurb...


Twenty-six-year-old Callie Shaw has needed a father figure in her life for many years, and when she meets Brandon Clay she wonders if she might have found the man to fill that role at last. Though he spoils her and loves her dearly, Brandon is not a man to be trifled with, and when Callie lies to him and puts herself in danger she soon finds herself bent over her new daddy’s lap for a stinging spanking on her bare bottom. 

Though he does not hesitate to chastise her firmly when she misbehaves, Brandon never fails to hold Callie in his arms when her punishment is over, and his strict but loving discipline ignites a fire in her which can only be quenched by surrendering her body to his masterful lovemaking. But is she truly prepared to trust her daddy to do what is best for her, even when she has been really naughty and she knows that the spanking she has coming is one she will never forget? 


Publisher’s Note: Callie’s Daddy is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Here's where you can get it...


Barnes and Nobles    http://bit.ly/2ays6zS
All Romance  http://bit.ly/1jo5PjI


Here's the sneak peak...


Teaser 18+
Brandon leaned over her and licked the shell of her ear. “Your skin is so nice and pink. Tell me, does my dirty girl want a good ramming from her daddy?” Broad fingers played with her labia.
She pushed back against his touch. “Oh, yes, Daddy Brand, ram me good, please,” she panted, rubbing her nipples against the cool cherry wood. She heard him loosening his trousers, but couldn’t wait and inched her way to the end of the desk, intent on humping the rounded corner. A slap landed squarely on her sore ass.
“Are you trying to hump my desk, dirty girl?” He pushed a finger deep inside her pussy. She groaned, rising on her tiptoes for more. “Hmm, how wet you are.” He added another finger, scraping in and out her sensitized flesh. Callie stuck out her buttocks and mewled. “You like when daddy fingers your pussy, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, it feels so good.” She ground her hips. “Daddy, I want more. I want something bigger and harder in there.”
He pulled out his fingers nice and slow and, from the corner of her eye she saw him raise them to his nose. “You smell so sweet and good. I’ll give you something hard, but first I want to taste you. Would you like daddy’s tongue between your legs?”
Callie wasted no time in flipping over on her back.
Brandon chuckled. “Now that’s an order you have no trouble following.”
“Nope.” She set her feet flat on the desk and parted her knees. “Lick me, daddy. I ache so.” She burned hot as his sizzling gaze roamed slowly over that part of her that wept for his attention.
“Show daddy where you ache, Callie mine.”
Callie’s hand shook slightly as she touched herself between her legs. “Right here.” Using her other hand, she spread the folds of her sex.
Brandon stared at her, his eyes deepening to a darker blue. “Your delicate pink flower belongs to daddy.” His tongue fluttered along the length of her inner thighs, making her squirm. He kissed the swollen bud. “Come for me. Give daddy your special cream from that sweet little cunt.”
Callie writhed and moaned as his mouth latched onto her flesh. He slid both hands beneath her buttocks, lifting her higher, and buried his face between her legs. She grabbed onto his forearms and bucked against his mouth. It felt as if his tongue was licking her everywhere at the same time. He nipped her clit then lapped at the bite, soothing the area with long licks as he worked his way down to her dark hole. He tongued her there. Once. Twice. Callie’s breath came short and fast. Brandon moved his way back up to her entrance and covered her opening with his mouth. His tongue slipped inside and her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm.
Brandon grabbed hold of her hips. “Daddy’s going to give it to you good.” He drove himself inside her and she cried out. It didn’t take long for her to match his thrusts. “I’ll punish this sweet wet pussy of yours so you’ll think twice about showing off what’s mine. I’ll teach you who’s in charge.” She moaned in reply.
“Daddy, that special feeling is coming again.” Her breath quickened.
“Just let it come, princess. Let your daddy pleasure you one more time.”

A bit about Mary Wehr...

Mary lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and a variety of pets inside the house and outside. Critters are always running around in her backyard looking for food. Being outside and surrounded by nature is her favorite pastime. She loves to read and write romances with strong stern heroes and sassy, feisty ladies. She writes Historical Westerns and Contemporary romances. ‘Callie’s Daddy’ is her first Ageplay romance. 

Where you can find Mary...





Thursday, August 4, 2016

Measha Stone is on my blog today talking about Indebted Heart! Come and get a sneak peek :)


Indebted Heart is third  Measha Stone's Windy City Series. So glad she's come to showcase it on my blog.   





Here is the blurb...



Alyssa Sanders has taken care of herself since she was too young to do so. But she’s all grown up and ready to get her life on the right track.  She heads to Chicago with her life savings and a few prospects. She expects to get a job, find an apartment and get on her way of settling down. What she doesn’t expect is to find her new boss not only severely attractive and Dominant, but the son of an old friend. 
Alex Trebelli would do anything for his father, so when he’s asked to escort an old friend’s daughter to dinner he doesn’t hesitate to agree. Except the daughter isn’t the small town young woman his father described. She’s all grown up, full of beauty and curves, and a submissive nature that draws out his dominant side. 
When Alex explains he won’t be her friend, he can’t just be her friend, he wants more, he wants to be her dominant, her boyfriend, she has to decide if she’s going to take the leap. She’s never been good at a full time D/s relationship, but Alex makes her feel safe and secure. She finds him easy to be with, even when he’s being overprotective and bossy. 
Can she manage to put aside her fears of failure, and self-doubt and give them a real chance, or will she chose the safer route and keep clear of his sexy smile, and dominant ways? 






And an excerpt...



The door clicked, signaling the lock being triggered just as she slid down to her knees. She faced the closed curtains of the window, her hands resting on her knees, waiting. His footsteps were soft as he entered the room, but she could feel his presence before she even heard him. The muted sound of the door closing, and the chain being slid into place filled the room. It took everything in her not to turn to him, to gaze on him. She wondered briefly if he was happy with her positioning. 
"So fucking beautiful." His whispered words sent a shiver down her spine. Her skin felt alive with electricity, waiting to be touched. "Please stand up and put your hands behind your neck. No, don't turn around, keep facing the windows." 
The hiss of his belt sliding through his pant loops gave life to the electric current that was her skin. Her fingers linked together behind her neck, steadying her stance and she waited for the first strike of the belt. 
"Do you remember the last time I used the belt on your ass?" he asked standing a little closer to her than previously. 
"Yes." She surprised herself with the ability to speak with such arousal and want clouding her mind. 
"Tell me," he ordered with a warm voice. 
"You punished me for being disrespectful." She didn't like the memory of that evening. It embarrassed her that she'd earned a punishment so early in their relationship, so quickly after agreeing to be his submissive. 
"That's right. You had been a naughty girl." 
She swallowed at his words. Her nipples were already erect with need, and she felt her sex becoming more wet by the moment. "But you were a very good girl tonight. Such a beautiful good girl." His hand gripped her ass cheek, and she jumped from the sudden touch. 
"I bet you are so wet for me right now. Aren't you?" he asked, with his fingers trailing their way lower to where he would find out for himself how hot she was for him. Lower they crept until his feathery touch lit a fire within her, and she sucked in air. "Ah, very wet. Tell me what you thought about while you were kneeling here, waiting for me." His fingers lightly patted her sex, but her whole body craved his touch. 
"I wondered what you would do. I tried not to plan it," she admitted freely. His lips brushed against her shoulder. 
"Very good." His fingers withdrew from her and before she registered the lonely sensation, a sharp slap shook her ass, and she yelped more from the surprise than the sting. "I'm going to spank you with my hand," he announced and gave her two more hard swats to her backside, leaving a warm tingle behind. "Then I'm going to whip you with my belt. I'm going to show you how a good girl gets the belt." 
His left hand, the one holding the belt, snaked around the front of her belly and gripped her waist, effectively holding her in place as his right hand went to work spreading a warm glow through her entire ass. She moaned from the heat his hand brought, but found the sensation calming, a steady volley of swats, enough to tease her but not enough to satisfy her as he went along. "Such a good girl." He whispered into her ear before pulling away and stepping back from her.


Where you can get it...



Blushing Books:  http://ow.ly/vn1o302K2N3


Also in the Windy City Series...



HIDDEN HEART, BOOK 1








A woman given up on love, second guesses her solitary life when meeting a man who won’t take no for an answer and opens her eyes to an entire world of pleasure she didn’t know existed before him.



SECURED HEART, BOOK 2







A headstrong, fiery woman seeks to fulfill her fantasies in all the wrong places, and it’s up to the security expert to tame her, and keep her safe.


A bit about the author...


Measha Stone lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and their children. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. Her vanilla writing has been published in the online magazine efiction and the DuPage Writers Group annual journal Possibilities. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and spending time with her kids- who are just as creative and crazy as her. 


Where you can catch up with her...



Twitter:  @measha_stone




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...


Sunday, July 31, 2016

Guess who is has come to visit me today? B J Wane!

I am so happy to have B J Wane here to visit us today to tell us a bit about Returning To Her Master. Thanks for joining us BJ.





 Thanks so much for having me.  I’m excited about reader’s responses to RETURNING TO HER MASTER.  Picking up where HER MASTER AT LAST left off with Marc and Cassie’s story, I have added over 4,000 words to the original version of this story in Make Me Yours as well as made significant changes to the plot. 

Here's the blurb...


Marc Taite is shocked when Cassie Edwards, the only girl he’s ever loved, suddenly shows up in the club room of his Colorado vacation lodge. Ever since she broke off their romance without explanation and refused to answer his calls, he has wondered what went wrong, and he hauls her upstairs, intending to spank her soundly and then get some answers. Their old passion instantly reignites, however, and instead of taking her over his knee he ends up taking her hard and fast.

The connection they once shared clearly still exists, but Marc has already lived through the pain of losing Cassie once, and he is determined not to let himself be hurt again. Desperate to prove that this time she is truly ready to belong to him, Cassie promises Marc her complete submission, and she soon finds herself on her knees with her bright red bare bottom on display as she begs him to claim her in any way he pleases.

Though he is reluctant to risk his heart again, when Marc discovers that a stalker has followed Cassie to Colorado his need to protect her quickly overcomes his hesitation and he takes it upon himself to keep her safe, even when that means punishing her sternly when she breaks the rules he makes to protect her. But when a misunderstanding sends her fleeing from him once again, will he lose her a second time?

Publisher’s Note: Returning to Her Master is a stand-alone sequel to Her Master at Last. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including a threesome, anal play, exhibitionism, BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that an earlier version of this book was previously released by another publisher under the title Make Me Yours.

And an excerpt...


  “I’m not completely stupid,” she bit out, “except where you’re concerned.”
Marc saw Scott’s smile before he stepped away and pulled out his pager to let Jack and the others know they could call off the search and head back home. With slow precision, he advanced toward her, striving to keep his anger in check. She looked tired and strained, a reminder of how she must have been scared out of her wits out here alone for the past two hours.
    “Before you explain that statement, tell me if you’re all right.” he asked in a softer tone when he reached her. “Here.” Handing her a bottle of water, he looked her over while she downed it, assuring himself she was unharmed.
     “Thank you, and yes, I’m fine. I’m sorry I bothered everyone. I didn’t mean to get lost.”
     “Nobody means to get lost, darlin’, but if you ignore the basic rules of hiking in these mountains, it’s bound to happen. Rules I believe I told you about before our hike the other day.”
     Cassie wondered how far she’d get playing the ‘poor me’ act, then looked at his face and knew she may as well not bother. He looked well and truly pissed. Maybe if she explained he’d understand, but the thought of telling him she thought she meant more to him than she apparently did had her cringing in humiliation. “Can we go back now? I have a lot of work to do, that is if I can use your kitchen,” she said, hoping he’d let the rule thing slide.
     “No, we can’t go back now. First, I’m going to show you how I deal with rule-breaking from my sub. Then, on the long trek back, you can explain yourself.” Grabbing her hand as she took a hasty step back, he pulled her to him, turning to see where Scott went. Always thinking ahead, his friend had already removed his belt.
     “I decided you were too upset to mete it out, so I’ll do it for you,” he stated when Marc raised an eyebrow at him.
     “You’re right.”
     “Right about what?” Cassie looked from Scott and the wide leather belt looped over in his hand to Marc, a shiver of apprehension rippling up her spine as she imagined the sting from that leather strap.
     “That I’m too put out with you at the moment to discipline you myself, so Scott will do it.”
     “No. You can spank me later, when you’re not upset.” She tried to pull away from him, but his grip remained tight. While a part of her mind panicked over the thought of Scott using his belt on her, another part, the part she labeled her secret, slutty Marc part, was excited about the prospect. The erotic pain from her previous spankings always led to powerful orgasms, as did being observed. But this time would be for punishment and not with Scott watching, but meting it out. Before she could assimilate how she felt about that, Marc had her jeans shoved down and a hard arm wrapped around her waist as he bent her over. “Wait, Marc! Please!” She tried to struggle, but a hard slap on her bare ass put a quick stop to it.
     “No, I will not wait. You took off alone.” The belt snapped across her buttocks and she yelped at the fiery pain. “And you didn’t stay within sight of the lodge,” he continued, reaching under her with his free hand and cupping her unfettered breast beneath her shirt as Scott smacked her again. “And you have explaining to do as to why.”
     The belt stroked across her vulnerable buttocks again and she bit her lip as he continued to torment her, the slapping flesh snap of leather against her bottom echoing in the mountain air. Marc’s confusion over her reason for taking off had her wondering if she heard him wrong.
     The new hope blossoming in her chest helped her accept her punishment and the accompanying pain. Her buttocks throbbed with the scorching burn and she knew right away she wouldn’t find any pleasure with this spanking. His hand on her breast soothed rather than stimulated and went a long way toward helping her bear the consequences of her actions. As if the humiliation of being bent over bare assed and punished by Scott wasn’t enough, guilt over the trouble she caused everyone ate at her conscience. Sitting wouldn’t be an option by the time the sheriff finished belaboring her butt.


Where you can buy it...


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Where you can connect with B J Wane...





And you can contact her via her email address...


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