An Unexpected Wife

Monday, August 22, 2016

Today I have Morganna Williams visiting me with a hot new compilation called Properly Punished!



I am so happy to read more about Properly Punished. Sounds hot right? 



Here's the Blurb...


Don’t miss this collection of twenty-two short stories, each featuring a firm-handed man who knows exactly how to deal with a misbehaving woman. Sometimes a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking will suffice, while other times more thorough, humiliating punishments will be needed, but no matter what the naughty girl in question will be left with her cheeks blushing, her backside blazing, and her body burning with desire.


Publisher’s Note: Properly Punished is a collection of short stories which include spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that these stories have been previously published on the author’s blog.




Here's an excerpt...

“I really don’t think this is a good idea,” I said nervously as he spun me around the hallway, and I made a halfhearted attempt to pull away, which he firmly checked.
“You will dance with me, Anna,” he said sternly, capturing my gaze once more.
The beat of the music leapt into my veins, my heart suddenly pounding along with it as if keeping time. It was intoxicating… being swung around the room in the arms of one of the most handsome men I knew.
I let the music take me and gave myself over to my masterful partner. When the music slowed he pulled me in close, halting for a moment. As I rested against him, time seemed to stand still.
A gentle hand lifted my chin so I was staring once more into the depths of his dark eyes. I felt trapped, completely captivated by what I saw there… stark need… a need that seemed to mirror my own.
Eric’s hand stroked lightly down my cheek as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss against my lips. Then he smiled and let me go; taking my hand, he led me down the hall. Away from the party… away from prying eyes… he pulled me after him into the big study where he did most of his business.
My much smaller office was a few doors down, where I typed his notes and kept up with his busy schedule.
Eric let go of my hand as he closed the door after us; silence filled the room. My heart was now beating so fast I thought it might burst. Surely he could hear it; it seemed so loud in the quiet.
“You’ve been very naughty, Anna,” he told me softly.
A flush of heat filled me at his words, a pool of moisture springing forth between my thighs. It was as if he’d read my most secret thoughts… dark needs and cravings I never dared to voice. It frightened me a little and I started to back away.
“No.” The word was quietly spoken, but the command was still implicit and I froze in place.
“I…” I couldn’t think of anything to say, really… it had just been an attempt to fill the gap and close the silence between us.
“There’s no need to speak, Anna. As I said, you’ve been very naughty and I plan to remedy that immediately,” Eric said calmly.
I blinked up at him, hardly daring to hope this was really happening. Shaking my head as if to clear it, I almost laughed at myself; I was being silly. He was probably about to chew me out for some major clerical errors on his correspondence, but I had to ask. “How?”

“I’m going to spank you, of course, Anna. It’s long overdue. I’m going to turn you over my knee and spank your bare bottom for denying yourself so many things over the years and then I’m going to bend you over that desk and make you mine.” The words were spoken with such surety I almost came spontaneously at the imagery they invoked. “You know you need a spanking, don’t you?”

Where you can get it...


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Where can you get in touch with Morgana…




Friday, August 19, 2016

Today I am honored to have Rachel de Vine visited me to talk about the new book she has written under the name of Juliette Banks! "The Artist".

The Artist
By Juliette Banks


Hello Constance, and thanks for having me on your blog today. I would love to tell you about my new book The Artist.  Some of you will know me as Rachel de Vine, but my next book, The Artist, is being released under a new name of Juliette Banks. Let me show you the cover of the new book.



Here is the blurb:

Lizzie is a pretty, but quite simple village girl when circumstances lead her to the artist, Theo. She made a bad marriage to Lionel, a man who mistreated her, and who then threw her out when she refused to sell her body on the streets for him. Now she is trying to make her way alone.

Theo is the rebellious son of a Viscount, who left his privileged background to pursue his chosen career as an artist. His favourite subjects are pretty young women whom he paints in the nude. He is delighted, therefore, when the beautiful Lizzie knocks on his door one day and offers her services as a model.

It is only a matter of days before the mutual attraction ignites between them and they become lovers. Despite village gossip, they are happy. Until Lionel, hearing that his wife is now living with the artist, erupts in a jealous rage and snatches her back while Theo is away and unable to protect her.

Upon finding Lizzie gone, Theo sets off in hot pursuit, determined to find the model for whom his feelings are growing daily. He soon catches up with Lizzie and Lionel, but during the hot-headed rescue, things take a tricky turn with an unexpected consequence.

Lionel is dead.

Unwilling to be charged with murder, and possibly hanged, Theo and Lizzie flee to Italy, where they try to start a new life together. But the past has a way of catching up with everyone, and they are no exception.

Can the love between a son of a Viscount and an illiterate country girl survive after such a troubled start? And will they have to face justice for the murder of Lizzie’s husband?

This is an erotic tale of a young couple in mid-nineteenth century England and Italy, with some explicit themes, including spanking.


Here's where you can buy it...

Amazon: goo.gl/MkpPzw  Barnes and Noble:  goo.gl/9JNcO  Blushing Books: goo.gl/i4c8hg


"You are corrupting me, Theo."  "But you like being corrupted, don't you, sweet girl?"


 Here is an excerpt from the book.

It was pure chance that he picked Oak Lane to stroll down. It was a pretty walk, with magnificent, fully-grown oak trees that gave it its name, and a stream meandering in the dip by the side of the road amongst the trees. Just before he reached the farm entrance, he spotted movement below him. Creeping a little closer he realized it was Lizzie, having her morning wash in the stream, and he darted behind one of the trees to watch without being seen. It was foolish to hide, he told himself, when he could look at that wonderful body all day while he painted her. But there was something wonderfully erotic in spying in secret his little flame-haired model, performing her morning ablutions. She clearly thought herself completely hidden from prying eyes, for there was not a trace of inhibition in her movements. 
Lizzie was standing ankle deep at the edge of the water, and had tucked her skirt up on either side of her body to avoid it getting wet. The blouse she wore on the top half of her body was unbuttoned halfway down her chest, and the soft roundness of the top of her breasts were peeking out through the gap. She had a rag in her hand and pushed it down the opened buttons and under her arms. The dampness from the rag caught against the front of the blouse and made the material stick to her breasts, causing her nipples to stand to attention. That was not the only thing that was standing to attention. In his trousers, Theo felt his cock expanding and straining against the rough material. 
A bird chirped on one of the branches above Lizzie's head, and she raised her face to look up at it. Her pose, with her mass of auburn hair flowing backwards down her back, lips open and breasts pushing outwards against her blouse, made the artist in Theo want to paint her in such a pose, and made the man in Theo want to fuck that woman so badly he was afraid he might come in his trousers. 
Having washed her upper body, Lizzie now concentrated on the lower half. Theo was unsure whether he could safely watch without giving himself away by a sigh or a groan. She bent forwards to rinse the rag in the water, away from where Theo was hidden, and he caught a glance of her perfect, shapely bottom peeking out from the bottom of her skirt. What a glorious arse, he thought to himself, and what he wouldn't give to bring the palm of his hand down on that soft, creamy flesh, leaving the imprint of his hand on her behind. 
In his usual insouciant way, and careless of whether anyone was watching, Theo slid his hand down the front of his trousers and massaged his cock while Lizzie pushed the rag up the front of her skirt and through her thighs, to clean the area where Theo longed for his cock to be right now. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined his own hand reaching up between her legs and around her sweet little quim. When he opened them again, Lizzie was already walking out of the stream, pulling her skirt back down and buttoning her blouse. Theo pulled back behind the tree in case she looked up towards the lane and saw him. When next he dared to look, she had gone. He walked quickly to reach his home so that he could relieve the ache in his groin. If he didn't get rid of that erection before Lizzie arrived at mid-day he doubted that he would be able to control himself in her presence, and he didn't want to scare her away. No, he had best finish his picture first before he gave in to his baser desires. 
She found him intriguing and a little dangerous.  He found her irresistible.

*****
I can be contacted at www.juliettebanksauthor@gmail.com
Or I can be found on Twitter at www.twitter.com/juliettebanksuk
I don’t yet have a separate website for Juliette Banks, but information about this book can be found at my Rachel de Vine site, which can be found at www.racheldevineauthor.com 
If you read any of my books I will be your friend forever if you leave a review at the site where you purchased the book.  Many thanks. 
                                                                             Juliette x

The clip art of the artist’s palette is used courtesy of Clipart.co

Clip art image by Cliparts.co

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Today I have Maisy Archer on my blog with her new novel The Pirate's Captive.

So happy to have Maisy on my blog today with her new book The Pirate's Captive.




Here's the blurb...


When a notorious pirate demands a ransom from her family in return for lifting his blockade of the local port, twenty-one-year-old Evelyn Hollywell takes matters into her own hands. Her plan to thwart the lawless rogue quickly goes awry, however, when she is carried off from her home and held as a captive aboard his ship.
Evelyn quickly discovers that while the handsome buccaneer has no intention of doing her any harm, he will not tolerate disobedience, and when she attempts an escape she ends up over his knee for a painful, embarrassing spanking in front of his entire crew. Though the stern punishment infuriates Evelyn, she cannot help wondering what it would be like to be mastered much more thoroughly, and soon enough she is blushing crimson and quivering with desire as he teaches her exactly what it means for a beautiful lady to surrender her body to a dominant man.
Despite her growing attraction to her captor, however, his plans for her remain a mystery. She is to be delivered to a man in Boston, but she knows neither who he is nor what he wants with her. All she can be sure of is that with each passing day she feels less like a prisoner and more like a priceless treasure. But will old enemies or the dangers of the high seas tear her from her lover’s arms?
Publisher’s Note: The Pirate’s Captive includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


Here's the Excerpt...

“…Yet you chose to be reckless. You chose to disobey. And you chose to put yourself completely under my power. So now you will find yourself over my knee.”
I trembled.
Then a moment later, his smile dissolved while the fire in his eyes burned hotter. “Come to me, Evelyn.”
I stepped forward until I was standing between his knees.
He reached out one large hand and lifted the tail of my braid, which had fallen down from the coil I’d constructed that morning. I could only imagine how disheveled I appeared, but Marcus didn’t seem to mind. He carefully carded his fingers through the fine brown mass, working through the tangles, brushing down over my nape, and then across my back, until it rippled in waves around me.
“Beauty,” he murmured. 
 His hot breath hit the bare skin of my chest and made my nipples pebble beneath the ragged edges of the chemise. I had never felt so tense, so expectant.
Every touch felt like a tongue of fire, branding me, making me want. 
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer - when surely my chest would explode from the aching need, he stopped. He rested one hand at my waist, while the other rose to wrap around the base of my neck. My eyes blinked open.
“Lay yourself across my knee, beauty.” His tone was as stern and controlled as ever, but I sensed a new tension in his voice and it told me that he was not unaffected. 
He wanted, too.
My choice, again. He didn’t want to force me. I held his stare, my breath coming in sharp pants and then… I bent over, allowing his hand at my neck to guide me so that my upper body rested on the bed by his hip, propped slightly on my forearms. I heard his breath leave him in a whoosh, at the same time the muscles in his legs and torso grew impossibly tighter. 
He gathered all of my hair into his hand, and then twisted, twining it around his wrist and gripping it in his fist, pinning me in place. 
My breath caught. 
With his free hand, he grabbed a handful of my skirts and pulled them up, and then he ran his hand up my stockinged calf. He paused when he reached edge of the stocking, his fingers trailing back and forth along the bare skin at the back of my knee. I hadn’t imagined something so simple could be so devastating, but it was. 
And then his hand slid up.
I sucked in a shuddering breath as his hand trailed higher, up my thigh, taking my chemise with it. 
Dear God. He meant me to be… bare?
It was too late for protests, for objections, for any return of reason or common sense. I could hear Aunt Beatrice’s voice in my head calling me wanton and wicked, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to want to.
And he didn’t disappoint. Up and up and up, while my heart banged against my rib cage, and I knotted my fingers in the sheets, until I could feel the touch of cool air against my backside, and I knew that he could see all of me.


A bit about 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 you can connect with Maisy...



Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Today Libby Campbell is on my blog with an excerpt of Winning Sadie!

I am so happy that Libby Campbell is visiting with a sneak peak into Winning Sadie (Simon in Charge Book 2).




Here's the blurb...


Sadie Donohue – gorgeous, sexy, smart and totally smitten with Simon Jacobson. 
Simon Jacobson – gorgeous, sexy, smart, uber-rich and utterly smitten with Sadie Donohue. This sounds like a perfect match, so what's the problem? 
Sadie is from the wrong side of the tracks: working class neighborhood, public schools, sausages on the backyard bar-b-que. She was raised to fend for herself and bow down to no one, especially a man. Since meeting Simon, everything her liberated, independent mother taught her has flown out the window. Now Sadie is regularly over Simon’s knee for being her sassy, strong-willed self. And she loves it!
Simon hails from a world of wealth and privilege: gated communities, private schools, servants turning steaks on the bar-b-que. As the owner of a multinational corporation he is used to giving orders and getting what he wants. His life revolves around making millions and socializing with people whose flamboyant wealth intimidates Sadie. Still, she’s thrown into the deep end and told not to do anything to embarrass Simon. Or else!
At their lavish engagement party, Sadie’s hears her mother’s voice echoing in her head, reminding her that she will never fit in. Best intentions aside, Sadie will always be an embarrassment to Simon. That's it. Engagement off! 
Simon is in charge and he has other ideas. But will Sadie's mother be their undoing? Can Sadie reconcile her past with her future? 
This love story includes spanking an adult woman, explicit sex scenes and more – tough stuff but worth it! If such material offends you, please do not read this book.


Buy links:


Simon Says, book one in the Simon in Charge series, is
now free on Kindle Unlimited or only 99c in the Amazon Store!


Here's the excerpt...


He walked back to my chair and rested his hands on my shoulders. “Do you have anything you want to ask me?”
His hands were warm on my skin. I thought about those long, square-tipped fingers, fingers that could make me dissolve in ecstasy or bounce in pain.
“I do,” I said, having thought about this moment for the past two days. I choked down the bitter lump in my throat. “Will you please spank me?” 
I bowed my head, in shame at my thoughtless behavior and in shame at breaking every single principle my mother had tried to teach me about not letting a man rule my life.
“I will.” His voice was husky and he kissed the top of my head. “Stay there. I’m going to turn your chair around.”
With that he tipped my chair back and angled it to face the other one in front of the window. He sat opposite me. He was in his 007 suit, as I dubbed it. Dressed to kill. It was an Ermenegildo Zegna bespoke number that he’d had made in Sydney on our last visit. It cost as much as a small car and enhanced his best features: his broad shoulders and narrow waist. In spite of my predicament, I had to admire him. Only I didn’t let it show. I kept my face impassive.
“Why do you think I should spank you?”
“I dunno. It was your idea not mine.”
A smile played on his lips for a second before he pressed his mouth into a firm line. “Lord, Sadie! Before we’d even officially met, I knew you had a well-documented history of insubordination and disrespect for authority but you continue to astonish me with the heights you take it to. Was that really the smartest thing you could say right now?”
“At least I’m not boring,” I offered.
“For the record, you have accepted my leadership well, even better than I expected, in some ways. But, as I explained from our earliest times together, I demand obedience from you if you’re going to share my life. Also you must know by now that I’m continually raising the bar and will not cut you any slack. Is this clear?”
“Abundantly.”
“And you’re still willing to work in this constantly changing landscape?”
“I am.”
“And be spanked for failure to comply?”
He was starting to piss me off. This long discussion was intended to draw the session out, to worry me even more and build on my anxiety. I just wanted to get past the worst and go have lunch. 
“Didn’t I just ask for the damn spanking?” I snapped. 
This time he didn’t hide his grin. “Before you add to the penalty, would you like to go through the reasons you are about to be spanked? I want to be assured that you understand why this is happening.”


A bit about Libby...


Libby Campbell, mischief maker and dreamer

Libby lives on the West Coast of Canada with her husband of over twenty-five years. An avid reader, she savors books that feature strong, independent women and the loving men who challenge them.

She loves mountain hikes, deep bubble baths, and all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big dogs who think they are lap dogs. She’s a four season woman who enjoys winter nights in front of a fire, summer sunsets on the beach, and all the in between months.

She reads and writes for pure escapism. If you like her books, she hopes you will leave a review, to encourage her in my world-building.


Where can you connect with Libby Campbell...


Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell


Follow her on Twitter: @LibbyC26 


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...

Facebook    
Instagram: @janehenryauthor



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