Sunday, January 31, 2016

Book Spotlight : The Code of the West by Kelly Dawson

THE CODE OF THE WEST – By Kelly Dawson



Author Bio:  Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book - preferably a rural romance where a strong woman falls in love with a ruggedly-handsome, tough but gentle cowboy, and these are the types of characters who feature in the stories she writes. Only in Kelly’s books, the cowboys are even better because they spank!
She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat.


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QUESTIONS/ANSWERS
Are you like any of your heroines?
Parts of me are, yes. But mostly, my heroines are a mix of myself, people I know, and the completely made-up.
How many books have you written? Are they all spanking fiction?
I have 4 books published now, heaps that are in various stages of progress, and heaps more ideas swirling around in my head. No, they’re not all spanking fiction, but they’re all romance. Although it will be a while before something that isn’t spanking fiction will be published.


Do you have a specific writing style?
I thought I did, but it turns out that no, I don’t. The way I write, the topics I choose … they’re constantly changing and developing. That’s a good thing, right?


Do you see writing as a career?
Absolutely! It doesn’t pay very much yet, but I’m hopeful that it will, one day. Being a writer is what I’ve always wanted to do, so this opportunity is a dream come true for me.


What is the best thing you have done in your life?
Marrying my wonderful husband and having my 4 beautiful children. They are what makes my life worth living.


Tell us about a unique or quirky habit of yours
I have Tourette’s Syndrome. So while the strange things I do aren’t exactly habits, it looks like they are. Other than my visible tics, I have to peg all my washing on the line using colour-co-ordinated pegs, and things must be hung up a certain way. If anyone helps me hang out the washing it drives me insane, because I’m going along after them, “fixing” it all LOL.


Have you ever had the feeling you were being watched?
All the time! Not so much since we’ve been in this house, but I swear a previous house we lived in was haunted. I felt like there was always something looking over my shoulder. It was horrid!


What's your favorite material object that you already own?
My laptop. I would be lost without it.


If you could eliminate one thing from your daily schedule, what would it be and why?
Washing dishes. Self-explanatory really! – I hate washing dishes – they’re never ending!


Tea or coffee?
Coffee. Vanilla latte, preferably.


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The Code of the West is a standalone sequel to The Ways of the West, (Note: You do not need to have read The Ways of the West to enjoy The Code of the West; they are both standalone books) Both books are now available in one paperback volume – called The Heart of the West
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Blurb:
In the years since the tragic death of her parents, Jedda-Lyn Cross has given everything she has to keep the family ranch running. She has grown accustomed to getting no help at all from her alcoholic brother, but when his violent, sadistic friend tries to make Jedda his wife against her will, it is the last straw.


Her attacker is the son of the richest family in town, and with the corrupt sheriff ready to do his bidding Jedda is desperate to leave town in a hurry. With no money and no horse, her best chance of making her escape comes in the form of a soon-to-be-departing cattle drive led by the famous trail boss Wes Jordan. But a young woman has little hope of gaining employment on a cattle drive, so drastic measures will be required…


Wes is none too pleased when he discovers that the new drover he hired is actually a beautiful twenty-two-year-old woman disguised as a boy, but after hearing Jedda’s story he promises to protect her. As he quickly realizes, however, that will be easier said than done. Jedda is sassy, headstrong, and in serious need of a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking, and when her reckless disregard for her own safety finally pushes him too far, Wes takes her firmly in hand.


After a painful, humiliating punishment from the handsome trail boss, Jedda is left with her bottom burning and her mind set awhirl. In spite of everything, she aches for Wes to take her in his arms, and when at last he does the pleasure of his skillful, passionate lovemaking nearly takes her breath away. But with her obsessed former suitor and his hired guns still after her, can she bring herself to accept the fact that, for a man like Wes, risking his life to protect the woman he loves is just part of what it means to live by the code of the west.


Publisher’s Note: The Code of the West is an erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


Excerpt:


Squeezing her breast again, his other hand brushed against her pussy, tugging gently at the hair he found there. He separated her pussy lips with his fingers, holding her wide open, pushing his tongue deep inside her, exploring her innermost crevice. He nibbled at her pussy lips, tormenting her, driving her wild with desire. He flicked his tongue across her swollen clit, then rubbed the sensitive nub between his fingers, rolling it gently. Raising his hand, he slapped her wet pussy gently with the tips of his fingers, smiling as the look of first shock, then pleasure, spread over her face.
    “Do you like that, you naughty girl?” he whispered huskily, slapping his fingers against her pussy again. He drummed two fingers in a staccato pattern against her clit, then lowered his mouth to blow gently across it. She arched her back and moaned, a long, deep, drawn-out moan that showed him just how pleasurable she was finding his ministrations. He slapped her pussy again, slightly harder this time, one finger slapping her clit, and her body shuddered.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Saturday Spankings - Excerpt from "Nadja's Choice"



Saturday Spankings

Excerpt from "Nadja's Choice"


I'm so excited to be participating in Saturday Spankings again and very jazzed to be sharing an excerpt from my debut novel from Blushing Books, "Nadja's Choice"!  The story of the kinky romance between Jack Avery, computer technician from big city East Alton and the voluptuous small town librarian, Nadja Koenig, its a story of shady secrets, dark desires and the damage and delight that can be done with them. This excerpt is from the first chapter and sets the scene, but all is not what it seems.


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Dark clouds brooded through the Midwestern sky; she could see them from her vantage point on his bed. She could hear the rain ping against the window, the sound was hypnotic. She always loved how the drops would fall against the glass and then run down in random paths, repetitive but different, soothing, like watching a campfire. The sky was all she could see outside his window, since her wrists were tied to the headboard. He had just finished restraining her and double checked his knots to make sure she was secure without being tight enough to cut off her circulation. Once satisfied, he turned to the dresser to choose which clamps and clothespins he wanted to apply to her body. 

This was the worst part. The waiting. And he knew it. She was naked, tied up and vulnerable on his bed, and all she could do was wait in delicious suspense. Wait while he picked out what he was going to torture her with. 


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Nadja's Choice

by

Judith Anderson


Now Available on Amazon!




Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Book Spotlight : Laura's Longing by Jessica Brand



Laura's Longing

by

Jessica Brand


Where is the line between pain and pleasure?


A story of love and exploration. Laura is the quintessential all American small town girl, the vivacious cheerleader who is saving herself for the love of her life. Unfortunately the love of her life is the bad boy in town. Young love being what it is, she finally decides he’s the one to make her a woman and she develops a plan for her fairytale outcome. Unfortunately her fairytale turns into a horror story when she finds her beau, in flagrante delicto with another girl bent over the kitchen table.

In her anger and her grief she seeks solace from her closest girlfriend and after purging some of her pent up lust in the arms of her friend she decides the town is not big enough for all of them and moves to the city to make a new life. Accepting an offer of accommodation in Denver from a mysterious woman a few years older than herself, Laura soon discovers activities taking place in her host’s basement studio that defy Laura’s comprehension. Initially shocked at what she witnesses, her shock turns to arousal as she watches erotic games involving activities she had no idea were possible.

Determined to explore further, she convinces her host introduce her to this strange world of bondage and discipline where the lines between pain and pleasure are blurred, where being spanked could be erotic or agonizing, depending on one’s perspective. Her first experience convinces her she needs more and after unexpectedly meeting a new love, sets about introducing him to the BDSM netherworld. Ensuring he learns from experience, Laura is finally satisfied as their love is consummated in the erotic confines of her housemate’s dungeon.

It is not for the faint hearted as it takes the reader into the highly erotic world of consensual BDSM.


Buy it here!


Excerpt:

 There was a pregnant pause as they both looked at each other, trying to work out what to say next. Finally Amanda spoke. "You know, don't you?"
"I know what?"
"You know what the noises were."
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"My studio door was ajar. You must have worked out the noises were coming from there. I had Noah over for much of the night. Sometimes we can get a bit noisy. If I had known the door was ajar, I would have kept the noise down."
Laura continued to look at her, not quite knowing where to steer the conversation from here. Her small town innocence was fighting against her desperate need to know more. Eventually she spoke. "I am pretty sure you were being as quiet as you could under the circumstances."
Amanda's jaw dropped. "You saw."
Laura continued to stare, tears welling in her eyes. She got up and hugged her friend. "Oh Amanda. I'm sorry. You poor, poor thing."
"It's all right. Noah said that he sensed there was someone out there at one point. I had been too far out of it to notice. I dismissed it as him being paranoid."
"How could he do that to you? The brute."
"How could he do what to me?" Amanda quickly realized what Laura was thinking. "Oh God – No. You think he was… you think he was hurting me."
"It was obvious he was hurting you. I saw the cane. I saw the marks. I saw him gag you to shut you up. I saw what he did to your nipples."
Amanda was smiling with a decidedly dreamy expression as Laura's described what she saw. "Yes. It was quite amazing wasn't it? It was by far the most explosive orgasm I have ever experienced. I thought I was going to pass out. I had to change the sheets, they were so… oh that's probably more information than you want to hear," she said chuckling to herself.
"Where I come from, they would not be considered the actions of a gentleman."
"Oh Laura! As Dorothy said in the Wizard of Oz, you are no longer in Kansas, or Podunk, Nebraska. You are in the big city. There are some things that people say and do here that will blow you away. I think it's time for your worldly education to begin."
"But your butt… your nipples…"
"What about them? Would you like to see?" Amanda spun around and dropped her pants.
The shock of seeing Amanda's still swollen and extremely colorful derriere exposed, startled Laura. Coffee spewed from Laura's mouth and nose in an extremely unladylike way, sending her into a coughing fit. She accepted the dish towel Amanda offered. She sopped up her mess, grateful for the chance to get her thoughts under control.
"Touch it, Laura."
"I… I really don't think…"
"I know that, but I said, touch it," Amanda replied sharply.


Bio:

Jessica Brand is a pseudonym for a writer based in Sydney, Australia. She has a number of books published under different pen names, all of them containing elements of BDSM, power and control. Much of what she writes about comes from her experience over many years, both as a Dominant and as a submissive and as her stories unfold you will find yourself "living" the scene. 

If power and sexual control are not your thing, it might be better to seek your reading enjoyment elsewhere. 


Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Author Spotlight : Heather Hart, author of "Hold Fast"


Author Spotlight:

Heather Hart

Author of

Hold Fast



Forever is a lot to promise, even for a MacLeod




Bonnie MacDonald lives on the wild and beautiful Scottish Isle of Skye. Her life is peaceful enough, apart from the ever-simmering feud between the McDonalds and the McLeods, who live to the north of them. But now her father is going to die, and it is not to be a Highlander's glorious death in battle, but an underhanded assault in the dark by a traitorous servant. That same treacherous fiend had once come after Bonnie, but at the last moment she was rescued from violation and murder by the one man she cannot show gratitude to, the son of her family’s sworn enemy, Rory Mòr MacLeod.


And yet she falls in love with her rescuer, and he with her, and there never were two more star-crossed lovers. Neither family will readily accept a union between them, but Rory does not give up on making her his own, though Bonnie often misconstrues his intentions. Matters are further complicated when they discover that Bonnie’s guardian harbors a secret passion for his beautiful young ward, and soon claims her for himself.


But everyone’s plans are foiled when another suitor for her hand kidnaps and whisks Bonnie away to a lonely house in the north of Skye. Her only chance is to flee her captor and seek sanctuary in Rory’s castle at Dunvegan. But while Bonnie fights for her own survival, the battling clansmen bring their families to the brink of war, and all for the love of the same woman.


Hold Fast is a historical romantic suspense novel; it is also a sweet romance with no illicit sexual liaisons. The story is based loosely on real events leading to the Battle of Coire Na Creiche, also known as the Wars of the One-Eyed Woman, fought on the Isle of Skye in 1601.


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Excerpt:
It wasn't that I disliked Rory Mòr MacLeod. What I felt was more akin to pure hatred. I watched as the boy my cousins and I had all called the wee terror of the glen skipped along the banks of the Sound of Sleat as if he owned them. My stomach turned. My father warned me not to mess with the MacLeod scum, and I knew his warning was not without cause. Rory was the favorite son of his father, and the MacLeod clan had been warring with my family forever. What's more, I had cause of my own, for the spoiled brat liked nothing better than to tear my skirts and pull at my braids.
He scampered along, driving an ancient, scrawny cow ahead of him. Rory held his head high, like a strutting peacock, all the while urging the decrepit beast on from the lush green pasture located a short distance from the shore. I had no time to spare for the black-haired, black-fingered, ill-mannered ruffian that he was, so I turned away, pretending I hadn't seen him, and carried on with my work.
"I see you, Bonnie MacDonald. 'Tis a fine day, is it not?"
"Aye, it was, before you came along, Rory Mòr MacLeod."
He paused, a cocky grin spread across his young face, and he leaned upon his staff and looked down at me. "Now that's no way for a lass to talk to a Highland clansman."
"Away with you, you gormless fool." I looked at the poor beast at his side, noting the sharp contours of her bony ribs. "I see that your betters have entrusted you with the pick of the MacLeod crop. It would be better to put that poor animal out of her misery, would it not? What are you thinking, driving such a wretched thing this far south and in this heat? 'Tis a wonder she doesn't die of old age before she makes it home."
He shrugged and watched as I continued to wash the wool in the sea. I kept my head down, hoping he would go away, afraid he would set on me as he had so often done before and make me cry. His silence made me uncomfortable.
"What are you doing so far from the safety of Dunvegan? These lands were taken from you long ago, you've no business here now."
He looked across the land to the distance peaks of the Red Cuillin. Swinging on his staff, he addressed me as if I were still a child.
"A traveler has the right of passage, whichever way his path takes him, does he not? If you must know, the cow is old, and belongs to a kinswoman who lives not too far from these parts. She bade me slaughter her, for she could not. I'm taking her to the market in Saaisag, as I'll get a fair price for her there. As you see there's not much meat on her bones, but she's added plenty of calves to my aunt's stock over the years; so don't judge her by how she looks now, Bonnie."
"It's not the cow I'm judging. What is your aunt thinking, living this far south, so far away from the protection of her kinsmen?"
"The MacDonald's have their people in the north, do they not? Or would you draw a line across the island and keep everyone in their proper place? Any road, if it were not for my childless aunt’s love of me, you would like as never have had the good fortune to meet me. Many a summer she begged me play at her heels, to drive out the loneliness in her heart. I was glad of it. She’s a fine woman, and I do whatever I can to ease her burdens, no matter how far beyond the castle wall she lives."
I looked up, my hands still in the cool water as I scrubbed the freshly cut fleece. There was a swagger about him I didn't like and I wished with all my heart he would go away and leave me to my business.
"Look, is there something you're wanting or are you going to make that wretched cow stand in the sun all day?"
"Ah, well, she'll be well enough, I'm thinking. I was wondering about your good cousin, Donald? He has been the talk of my clansmen of late."
My eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I can tell you he's not been asking after you. Why would he? Are you up to more of your treachery, Rory MacLeod? Do you and your clansmen have nothing better to do than continually plot against mine?"
"Oh, our business would be nothing to a wee sprite of a lass like you." He cocked his head to one side. "You look different. Your hair? You used to braid it."
"I'm not a little child anymore."
"No, Bonnie, I see that you're not."

Author Bio:

Heather Hart is a British author who lives with her family 
in Maryland. She’s a writer of hot erotic and romantic fiction 
– an eclectic mix of innocence and dirt in a hyperactive 
imagination.

When she’s not frantically scribbling away she’s a cat worshipper and curry fanatic. If you like what she writes, please feel free to drop her a line at authorheatherhart@gmail[dot]com.



Monday, January 11, 2016

Book Spotlight : We Need A Little Christmas by Abbie Adams and Katherine Deane


We Need a Little Christmas

by

Abbie Adams and Katherine Deane



Two wonderful stories combined in one magical sexy Christmas volume!


A Little Sugar A Little Spice, by Abbie Adams
Christmas is a time of magic and anticipation. Meri is far less concerned about what might be under her tree than she is about who is showing up on her doorstep. Though she adores her sister, Kim, even she has to admit that the woman tends to be the 'naughty' to Meri's 'nice'. Her husband, Sean, has already warned his little girl that he won't hesitate to turn her over his knee if she doesn't remember that their household has definite rules that are not to be broken. If she wishes to test her Daddy's resolve, instead of visions of sugarplums dancing in her head, his naughty little one will be dancing to the tune of a thick wooden spoon.

It doesn't take but two days before Kim has once again shown her true colors. Despite Meri's willingness to excuse her behavior, she finally admits that Kim's life would be so much better if someone cared for her the way her own Daddy did. Perhaps if Kim had her own bottom reddened, she would learn the error of her ways but would Meri ever have the courage to reveal the dynamics of her life to her sister?

When Sean invites Kim's boyfriend to dinner, the young woman is shocked-especially since she'd told Meri that they had broken up. She knows she isn't happy with her life but is worried what her sister might think if she learns what Kim really desires. Kyle is far less hesitant in reminding the stubborn woman he adores exactly who is in charge. Will the two sisters take the chance to unwrap the secrets they've both held onto for so long? Will they discover that loving men who appreciate both a little sugar and a little spice fulfills them in all ways and is the best Christmas present they could ever receive? 

Excerpt:

"You're going to need your coat; it's already in the low twenties." He held it open as if expecting her to do exactly as he asked and step into it.

"I can take care of myself. If I wanted a coat I would have grabbed it." It didn't matter that it was ridiculous to stand there denying the warm coat when her nipples had already pebbled hard under her thin cream colored cashmere sweater. Thank God for her thickly-padded pink lace bra. Of course, Kyle always knew. He could read her body like a book and it responded to him now the same way it always did. His voice made her wet and achy for his attention.

"Don't be difficult. Put your coat on like a good girl." He stepped forward and put it around her shoulders anyway. His words, the use of her favorite title, stroked her desire like a caress. She could almost hear them, raspy against her ear, while he pressed her against the brick wall of the house behind them and pounded into her needy pussy.

Fuck. She had to stay focused. She clamped the coat around her and started to walk. "Why are you here, Kyle?" she ground out his name with determination. It was an insult in the simplest form.

"You keep right on adding to the list. I've got your tab. You will come back and when you do, you'll pay up. I'm patient enough to anticipate that punishment session and wait for it." His deep voice was filled with confidence and power. Somewhere deep inside her, she knew the truth was exactly as he'd just called it. He'd stopped walking when he stopped talking and she'd followed suit. A natural habit. He was staring down at her with his wolfishly dark eyes. "You know why I'm here. I love you and I want you to come home. You can only run for so long."

He'd traced the line of her jaw with his finger while his husky voice trailed down her spine. When he pressed his warm hand to her cheek, just laying it there, she pressed her face against it. Longing filled her being.

She loved this man, everything about him. She just didn't like herself when she was with him. She was needy and weak. She ceased being when she was near him. Everything was about him, and his pleasure. About serving him. About being owned.

"I miss you. I miss waking with my nose pressed into your hair. I miss waking to the smell of your pussy after thoroughly fucking you and spanking your clit until you screamed. I miss your whimpers when I wake you by squeezing a handful of your cane-striped ass cheeks. I miss fucking your ass hard, while filling your pussy with the big white dildo, and you telling me it's too much yet begging me for more." He did nothing more but stand there, not reaching for her any more than his hand pressed against her face, while his voice fucked her senses. She continued to press against him, finally stepping forward to press her cheek to his warm chest.

"I miss you too, Sir," she whispered, trying hard to remember why she'd run from the man.

"It's your call, baby. You left," he reminded her. "You ready to tell me why?"



We Need a Little Christmas, by Katherine Deane
Thirty-three year old, Ivy Henry seems to have it all. A well-paying job, a new house, and her wonderful HOH/husband, Jack. At her request, they had incorporated Domestic Discipline into their marriage a few years ago and she flourished under his love, guidance, and support.

But, this year's holiday season is wreaking havoc on their calm relationship. Between the stress of work and hosting this year's Christmas Eve party for all the family, Ivy is becoming more and more out of control. To top it off, she has a secret she can't share with Jack.

Their relationship is wonderful but she wants more—a chance to explore her younger side. Ivy desires to do Age Play but is fighting her needs because it is embarrassing. How can she trust Jack not to laugh when she tells him she wants to curl up on his lap at night and call him Daddy?

Jack has been watching Ivy slip away emotionally for the past year. His beautiful, sweet wife is now always angry and ill tempered. DD just doesn't seem to be cutting it any longer. He can tell she is unhappy, but doesn't know how to help her until the day he finds her chat sessions on her computer. Discovering hope again, he begins to make plans to escape from this stressful holiday. He will introduce his precious Ivy to her new daddy—him. They both need to reconnect and they both need a Little Christmas.

Excerpt : 

Ivy had expressed a huge desire to have what these women had. She told them about her high stress job, and the awful high heeled shoes, and her bitch and jerks of bosses. She never used any real names. Thank God. He would have spanked her so hard she wouldn't have sat comfortably until after New Year's if she had. But she was smart. She expressed her deepest concerns and dreams. She wanted her husband to play daddy.

She loved Disney, snuggles, baby animals, coloring, eating with her mouth open, stomping through puddles and pouting at her husband. Oh yeah, she did do that a lot. Ivy wanted to escape for a while, and let her younger side run free. But she was too embarrassed to say anything. This news turned his coffee sour in his stomach. She didn't trust him enough to tell him this—her biggest desires and needs?

He could have helped her if he had known what she needed. She said she needed time to let go. To have no responsibilities. To act out, and know there would be repercussions. And most importantly, that he—Jack—would never get angry and leave her.

That made a ton of sense, considering her past. Her own father was so cold and distant, always working, never home. Not the sort of man to converse, and definitely not hold a young daughter on his lap and snuggle. It made sense she would want this after not receiving it growing up.

Could he give Ivy what she wanted? What she needed? Furrowing his brow, he opened a new browser and typed in the keywords. He didn't know much about what pretend daddies did with their grown women/pretend little girls. But he was pretty good at gathering information. He was going to find out everything he could about this Ageplay. And he was going to be the best daddy she could ever have.

He was going to have to spank his wife. No. Tonight, he would be paddling the bare bottom of his very naughty, little girl. Little girls don't hide things from their daddies. And Ivy was going to be one very sore, very sorry little girl when he was through with her. And then they would sniggle and talk.

But first, he needed to do his research.



Abbie Adams

Abbie is a little girl at heart. She has always lived in a make-
believe world, unwilling to share her fantasies with anyone for fear 
they would laugh at her, or worse, lock her up. She struggles with
her desires to have a daddy who will keep her in line and yet 
baby her constantly. She writes to stay sane; this is her therapy.
Hiding her secret desires hasn't helped her, but sharing it with you, those of you who might also enjoy the same yearnings, well, that makes her happy. Come live inside Abbie's head if you dare.

Visit her blog here:


Don’t miss these exciting titles by Abbie Adams and Blushing Books!
A Little Twist (written w/ Emily Tilton)
A Little Sunshine (written w/ Maggie Ryan)


Katherine Deane

Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart. 
She loves cheese, red wine, chocolate, and snuggling up with her daughters’ kittens while reading a good book.
When not reading, or writing, you can find her knitting, sewing, crafting, or doing pretty much anything to keep her hands busy. She has taken over the dining room AKA craft room, much to her husband’s dismay. In one of her books, an energetic “craftaholic” would find herself over her husband’s knee for losing an important document in a pile of bi-cone crystals and mod podge. Her real life, and the people in them, give her plenty of ideas to work with.
Katherine has dubbed herself the queen of cheese. Not only is she a former Midwestern Cheese Head; she also loves to incorporate it into her books.
In her opinion, all romance deserves at least one cheesy scene that makes you cry.
You can catch up with her at: