Monday, March 7, 2016

Book Spotlight : "His Rebellious Mate" by Morganna Williams

The Third book in the Ramelian Bride Series!

Thank you so much for hosting me Judith!

Nineteen-year-old Maggie Treenan, the youngest daughter of a human mother and a Ramelian commander, is certain that her brothers’ best friend, Jackson Marks, is destined to be her mate. Unfortunately for Maggie, however, Jackson sees her as nothing more than a sweet but silly girl, and when she throws herself at him to convince him otherwise she only manages to earn herself a stern scolding and a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking.

To make matters worse, his chastisement triggers her mating fever just before he leaves Earth to return to his post with the Ramelian Guard. Heartbroken and overwhelmed by her unmet need for the man her body knows full well is her mate, Maggie spends the next eight years running a biker bar, riding motorcycles, and doing her best to forget about Jackson.

When he returns to Earth at last, it doesn’t take long for Jackson to figure out what has happened. Realizing how difficult it must have been for Maggie to live for all those years with the fierce, inescapable lusts of her mating heat—lusts that only he can quench—he sets out to claim her properly and make things right as soon as possible.

But Maggie has grown into a feisty, headstrong woman, and Jackson soon realizes that taming her is going to be no easy task. He will need to be loving, but he will also need to be firm, even when that means punishing her thoroughly for her stubbornness. Will his rebellious mate learn to submit, or will she find herself spending most of her time with blushing cheeks and a bottom that is sore both inside and out?

Publisher’s Note: His Rebellious Mate is the third book of the Ramelian Brides series, which began with The Commander’s Mate and continued with The Commander’s Daughter. It is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


“Nooo… please, you can’t do this!” she cried out in protest.
“I’m making sure you completely understand how serious your misbehavior was and hopefully ensuring it will never happen again,” Jackson said just as he stiffened and filled her ass with hot ribbons of his seed.
Maggie whimpered as he pulled free of her body, leaving her aching with unfulfilled need. This was the first time he’d used her body for his own satisfaction without regard to her pleasure, and she didn’t like this punishment at all.
She held still while Jackson cleaned her up and tucked her into bed. “Jackson, I don’t want to go to bed. I’m not tired.”
“I didn’t ask, Magpie. I want you to stay in bed for a while and think about your punishment and what you could have done to prevent it.”
She sighed and then nodded.
“I shouldn’t have to tell you this but I’m going to anyway. No masturbating; if I catch you or if you steal an orgasm you aren’t allowed to have… I can promise you that you won’t like the punishment.”
“Yes, sir,” Maggie said; the sir popped out before she could stop it and it was all she could do to keep from slapping a hand over her lips. Jackson laughed, obviously amused by the expression on her face and kissed her forehead before leaving their quarters.
She lay there for a while, thinking about the situation. Her body was burning with need, her clit swollen and throbbing, needing release. Maggie knew it would take little to no time at all to bring herself back to the brink and topple over the edge. Jackson would never know.
Her hand moved down beneath the covers almost of its own volition, her fingers gliding through the wetness and into her empty core. Maggie’s head arched as she began working her fingers in and out hard, her palm rubbing over her clit with every stroke. It felt so good.
As her fingers began moving faster she moved her other hand down to rub her clit in a circular motion and then her body clamped down as the orgasm that had been hovering beneath the surface broke free and she came hard with a little scream of pleasure.
“What a naughty little mate I seem to have,” Jackson said from the doorway.
Maggie yelped in surprise and sprang up in the bed.
“I’d hoped we wouldn’t need this so quickly but I was bringing it anyway to perhaps help you to obey,” he said, holding up a large tubular-looking root.
“What is that?” she asked.
“Mandavalian spice root. It works a little like ginger on earth. A good spice added to food but also a good way to punish a naughty little mate,” he explained as he pulled a knife from his pocket and peeling away the outer skin until he was left with a long, fat, phallus-like purple root.
“What are you planning to do with that?” Maggie asked warily.
“I’m not going to do anything. You are,” Jackson told her as he moved a chair to the foot of the bed and beckoned her to him.
She frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“You’re going to use this root to masturbate with like a dildo,” he explained helpfully.
Maggie felt her face flush hotly and moisture welled again between her thighs as she remembered what she’d read about ginger and the practice of figging on Earth. She licked her lips. “But that will burn.”
“Yes, ma’am, it will, hence the lesson.”
“How long will I have to…” she asked. waving a hand nervously in the air.
“Until you come,” he said succinctly.
Her eyes sprang wide; he couldn’t be serious! “Jackson, I…”
“Come here, Magpie.” His firm tone brooked no argument. She got out of bed and walked around to the foot to stand in front of him. “I want you to lie down right here,” he said, showing her exactly where he wanted her.
Another hot flush of embarrassment filled her neck and face as she realized he intended for her to lie on her back with her thighs spread wide while she serviced herself with the thick root as he watched it from a seat positioned between her spread legs. He would see everything!
Once she was on the bed in the position he’d requested, Jackson handed her the root and took his seat.
Maggie sighed as she looked at him. Her clit was throbbing with need again and her pulsing channel ached to be filled. Taking a deep breath, she put the thick bulbous head of the root against her opening and pushed it inside.
She was so wet that it slid all the way inside in one long, easy stroke, filling her hot channel almost to the hilt. Her hips rocked up involuntarily. The cool, smooth root felt so good but she needed movement. Her sheath tightened around the root as she began to pull it out and a little bit of the oil began to seep into her tender tissues. “Oooh! It burns!” she protested.
“Don’t stop, Maggie, you stop and I’ll spank you hard and you can start again with an even hotter bottom,” he said sternly.

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