Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Book Spotlight : A Cowboy's Pleasure by Anita Philmar

Having traveled across the country to escape the war between the states, John Bristol Smith needs a job, any job.
Told of a potential job, he arrives at the interview with high expectation. Nothing, however, in his life prepared him for the nature of this assignment. Tess Van Pelt wants excitement and she means to have it.
Her husband is more than willing to pay for whatever she wants and she wants John.

Is this a job or a fantasy?

Excerpt : 

“Then tell him straight out what you’re after.” Gab carried the tray over to the table in front of the couch where his wife sat. He handed her a glass then walked the other drink to John.

“Shouldn’t we, at least, give him a little background on us first?” She queried.

After taking the glass, John stepped to a wingback chair and perched on the edge. “I’m sure whatever type of job you’re offering, I’ll be more than willing to work for you.”

Gab chuckled, “You’re right. Most men would, but this requires you not discuss anything that happens within these walls with anyone.”

“Can you do that, John?” Mrs. Van Pelt sipped her drink and her eyes undress him.

Uncomfortable with her probing inspection, he glanced at her husband. “I have no one to tell. Remember, I’m new in town.”

“Yes, you are a God sent. Tess, here, is getting a little restless. She’s used to getting what she wants right away. And well, I’m afraid I’ve kept her waiting too long.” Gab turned to his wife and smiled. “I must admit, now that you are here, I believe the plan has more merit than I previously gave it.”

“See, I told you. It’ll be just like old times.” Tess patted the spot next to her on the couch and her husband sat beside her.

Sorting through every possible job he could envision, John struggled to come up with the task they wanted to achieve. Mrs. Van Pelt seemed excited by the possibility of him working with them. So perhaps, they liked him and would want him to hire on for a few months, maybe even longer.

“Then I guess we better see if John is open to the idea of making love to you,” Gab said and lifted his glass. “So what do you say?”

Bio :

Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.
Influenced by sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where erotic moments come to life in a great read.
Naughty or Nice?
Read her books and decide.

Email: anitaphilmar@yahoo.com

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

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Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Book Spotlight : Taking His Human Bride by Kelly Dawson

Less than a day after two gruff military officers detain her and escort her to a government facility, Melissa Malone finds herself leaving the planet on a newly-built spacecraft heading for one of the moons of Jupiter. Unknown to most of the world, an asteroid is hurtling toward Earth and, due to her unrivaled computer skills, Melissa is one of a select group of people chosen to rebuild civilization should humanity prove unable to avert the approaching cataclysm.

Melissa’s situation rapidly goes from bad to much worse when the ship is attacked and the crew is easily overcome by what she can only assume are aliens. Melissa is taken captive along with everyone else, but while the others are to be sold as slaves, she quickly discovers that her captors have special plans for her. She is promptly stripped naked for an intimate, incredibly humiliating medical examination, and when she fails to do as she is told during the shameful procedure she is punished thoroughly, leaving much more than just her bare bottom burning hot and sore. Once she is deemed suitable, Melissa is given as a bride to a powerful officer named Damian.

Though she is horrified by the prospect of being taken as a wife by a man who makes it clear that he will expect her absolute submission and will sternly punish any defiance, Melissa soon learns that Damian has laid claim to her for a reason. He is on a mission, sent by the leaders of his world to infiltrate and bring to justice the band of renegades who took her captive… and he needs her help.

Despite her fury at Damian’s willingness to compel her obedience with a firm hand applied to her bare bottom, she cannot help delighting in the way her body responds to his touch, and his skillful, dominant lovemaking brings her to heights of passion she never imagined possible. But when the time comes for her to put her abilities to the test with the fate of the Earth on the line, can she outwit a rogue computer expert and prove that Damian’s trust in her was well placed?

Publisher’s Note: Taking His Human Bride is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy Taking His Human Bride here: Amazon

Excerpt : 


Immediately, the man who had stopped her escape moved forward and tore her outer garments from her in a series of swift motions. She fought him crazily as she stood there in her underwear, but he simply held her wrists in one hand and used a small knife to slice her bra and knickers from her. Melissa screamed and clutched her hands in front of her, desperate to preserve her modesty. She tried grabbing at her ruined clothes, but Lucas held them out of reach. And still, Damian didn’t come to her aid.

“Up onto the examination table.”

Melissa was frozen in place, unable to even shake her head in refusal, her whole body trembling. Her legs were like jelly—she couldn’t have obeyed even if she wanted to.

Smack! Lucas’ hand came crashing down against her bare bottom with such force that she was propelled forward towards the table. She was too shocked to react. When she didn’t immediately comply, he smacked her again, even harder.

“Ow!” she yelled. “Stop hitting me! You have no right!”

“I have every right.” He whacked her twice more, once on each cheek, each smack landing with a resounding crack that echoed around the small room.

Forgetting about modesty, her hands flew to her backside in a futile attempt to rub out the sting. Her bottom was burning!

“Get up on the examination table,” the chief medical examiner ordered her again. “If you don’t, I will have Lucas cane you. And then you will get up on it anyway.”

“I… I can’t,” she pleaded, stuttering. “My legs… they won’t work.” She dissolved into hot tears of humiliation and frustration, wiping at them with the back of her hand, but unable to stem the flow of them.

“Here, let me help you,” Lucas said, taking her arm. He led her to the edge of the table, then lifted her effortlessly up onto it, laying her on her back. He lifted her feet up and secured them in stirrups, strapped her wrists in leather cuffs that hung above her head, and buckled a stiff leather belt over her abdomen, holding her down and rendering her completely immobile.

Bio : 

Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book - preferably one containing spanking!

A life-long closet-spanko, Kelly started writing spanking stories on every spare scrap of paper in the house as a child. So when she discovered the internet and spanking romance along with it, she was most excited. But it took her a good decade of devouring these stories before she got up the courage to submit her own. And now, here she is, 5 books later, with a plethora of ideas still to write!

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.

Saturday, May 14, 2016

One Week until the release of "Smart As A Whip"!

New novel coming soon from Blushing Books!

There wont be much of a preamble to this blog post, but for a very special reason.  Because the novel will be out one week from TODAY, I will be post the entire first chapter today as the excerpt.

That's right! The ENTIRE first chapter!

Here's the blurb for all the new people:

Kimber Cassidy, is a twenty-something, intelligent, beautiful, plus-size, in-your-face and confident redhead who does not suffer fools easily or at all. A family friend, Manny Escalera is a person of interest in a local murder and as evidence against him mounts, Kimber is put under pressure to right the injustice of an innocent man being framed.  She pulls from her experience and advice she got from her detective father, Douglas Cassidy, who was killed when Kimber was 16, during a drug raid. 

The murder of Jim Trace took place outside a local BDSM playspace and as she investigates not only the murder, but also this sexually provocative lifestyle, she has to fight to keep her focus where it should be.

Jeremy Chambers, a longtime member of the club, has his eye on Kimber and starts to pursue her for his own interests.  Will Kimber be able to solve the crime? Will she be able to clear an innocent man's name and keep him from spending his life in jail? Will she succumb to her deep desires and explore this new lifestyle with Jeremy? What if he is the killer himself? All these questions spin around this gripping and sexy novel along with some earth-shaking secrets that concern Kimber herself, secrets which just may unravel her dreams of being an investigator and solving crimes like her father, before they even start.

And now, without any further ado, the first chapter of "Smart As A Whip"!


The phone hummed against the nightstand. It moved as it vibrated, signaling a call. She ignored it and grabbed the headboard, pressing herself downward on the bed. Kimber Cassidy drew her chin up to her chest, panting. She was just about there, when he looked up.
Are you gonna get that?”
She dropped her head against the pillow in frustration, then looked back up and rapped at his head between her legs. “The only thing I’m concerned about now is you eating me out.”
He dodged the hit, chuckled and continued. Kimber tried to relax, when the phone started vibrating again. Fucking shit, she thought, I call a favorite over and all of a sudden, it’s Grand Central Station. She closed her eyes, feeling his tongue play around her wet folds. He slipped his fingers inside her and she gasped, grabbing at the headboard again, pushing against his fingers and bearing down. His name was Derrick, one of her favorites that was especially skilled at this and right now he was licking her clit as he slid his fingers deep inside her. Deep breaths turned into the loudest moans as she squeezed around his fingers, cumming hard. He started to ease up.
No no, keep going.” She grunted. She grabbed his head and pushed him closer to her, his tongue lapping up her cum as the waves of bliss came again, sending her body into shivers.
Fuck,” she said as she relaxed her head against her pillow. Her sweet sighs filled the bedroom as he climbed up the side of her.
Sorry about the interruption, I just didn’t know if you--”
She waved her hand. “Don’t worry about it.” She took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes. She loved the dreamy high that would fill her body after a good orgasm. Like being on a cloud. A wet, sweet-smelling comfy cloud. He kissed her and she could taste herself on his lips, which made her smile.
He bit her bottom lip and she turned her head, giggling.
That’s for batting your hand at me.”
Yeah well, that was for stopping.”
His fingers slid up her curves, past her wide hips and then tracing around her nipples, smiling as they hardened under his touch.
I think I made up for it, baby.”
She bit her lip. “You better stop it, or I’ll have you down there again.”
He laughed and looked at the clock on the nightstand.
I should probably split anyway, baby, I got practice with my band in a few.”
No worries, thanks for coming over.”
He rolled out of bed and slipped into his clothes. “Any time.” He got his shoes and checked his wallet and keys.
Later babe.” he said, kissing her before he left.
He left through the front door and she heard it click shut. She lived in a duplex with a shared yard, but the older couple who lived in the other unit never used the back, so she pretty much had the yard for herself and her dog, Watson. She stretched large in her bed and yawned. Checking the time, she figured it was good as any time to get up on a Saturday.
She sat up on the edge of the bed and Watson stirred from his doggie bed on the far side of the bedroom and padded his way toward her. She smiled as he rested his head on her leg. Petting him and giving him a kiss on his head, she thought about when she first saw him. Watson was a rescue dog, an older golden retriever. She saw him one afternoon at the shelter a couple of years ago and he was hers ever since. Stretching again, she stood up and made her way into the bathroom.
She looked in the mirror to check herself and nodded her approval. Red hair, long in loose curls. Big blue eyes, a round face, cheeks with dimples. Her ample breasts were a perfect compliment to her wonderfully wide hips. If there were a label, she would be called plus size. But she hated labels, so she just settled for ‘awesome’. Other than the mirror, the bathroom had a sink, a shower, a toilet and a small counter in front of the mirror. What it didn’t have was a scale, not since she threw it away some years back and thought everyone can just shut the fuck up. It also didn’t have her favorite hairbrush. It went missing about two weeks ago and she was having to make do with a cheapie brush she had found in her purse. She brushed through her hair, so the ‘just fucked’ look wasn’t quite so obvious.
Kimber turned, so she could look back and see her right shoulder blade in the mirror. She paused and looked at her tattoo. A valentine heart, colored black except for her dad’s detective badge number in the center. She got it ten years ago when she had just turned sixteen and her mom had to sign off on it. But she didn’t have a problem with it, her mom understood why.
She didn’t have any plans for the day, so she put on minimal makeup, just some eyeliner and lipstick and got dressed. Today had begun promising enough, which was better than last night which culminated with a rather disappointing time at the club. But, a quick call to Derrick had solved all that. She walked into the kitchen to fix some coffee and glanced at the calendar. She wondered if last night was club night for her mom. ‘Club night’ for mom was different though. It wasn’t the type of club Kimber had gone to. It was the type of social club that catered to different types of interests. Interests that involved paddles, rope and whips. And to be honest, that’s as much as she wanted to know involving all that and her mom.
Kimber poured coffee into her favorite mug and took a sip, its hot black goodness wiping away the rest of the grogginess. She walked back to her bedroom and grabbed her phone off the nightstand, checking her messages. One call was from her mom, she skipped that one for now and went to the second message, which turned out to be from Bobby Chadwick. Bobby was older than Kimber and was in the layout department at the local paper where they both worked. When she first started there, he sat down next to her in the lunchroom, struck up a conversation and they’d been friends ever since. It was through their shared interests in local music, good books and men that fueled their friendship over the three years she’d been with the paper.
Kimber? I need your help please, please pick up the phone or call me as soon as you can, I’m in dire need, it’s an emergency.”
Kimber sighed. An emergency in Bobbyland could be anything from he and his boyfriend breaking up again to the death one of his favorite fictional characters in a book he was reading. She dialed his number and he picked up on the first ring.
Oh my god, you took forever!” he said.
No, if I literally took ‘forever’, I wouldn’t be talking to you now.”
Bobby humphed. “I need your help.”
What’s up?”
I locked myself out of my apartment.”
It was an accident. It’s not like I plan to be a pain in the ass.”
I wonder sometimes.” she said.
Just get over here with your picky things please, it’s cold and I didn’t grab my jacket.”
Allright, I’ll be there in a few.”
Thanks babe!”
Kimber ended the call and grabbed her keys, making sure she had her pick case in her purse. Winter was being stubborn in East Alton and the temps were still cold, so she put on her jacket. Mild weather would peek in every now and then and the springtime rains were starting. East Alton was a moderately sized town in the Midwest, so there was just enough here to keep her entertained without getting too bored. Every once in a great while, she would give a thought about moving to a bigger city, maybe on one of the coasts. She always thought New York City would be a blast. But that took money. So, this is where she stayed. And if she wanted to be honest with herself, there was nowhere else she wanted to go. This was where she grew up and where her dad had made a living, serving the city on the force.
When she arrived at Bobby’s apartment, she found him at his doorstep, shivering dramatically.
Jesus, it’s not that cold.”
You just don’t think so because you have insulation,” he said, adding fingerquotes around insulation.
She just stood there. “Do you want me to let you in or not?”
I’m sorry. Hypothermia always makes me pissy. I can’t help it.”
Kimber smirked as she walked past him and knelt at his door. She got her pick set out and put the thin L-shaped torque wrench in the keyhole, while she slid the thin pick inside the top of the hole to set the pins in place. She had done this before numerous times before and as usual, she made quick work of it.
Oh thank God!” Bobby said, as he pushed past her and into his apartment.
Kimber shook her head. “Yeah, you’re welcome.”
You know what I mean, come in. Do you want something to drink?”
Yeah, just a coke.”
He went to the kitchen and got a couple of cans of pop and came back to the living room. Kimber had already sat down in one of the over stuffed chairs and turned on the tv to a local channel to check out the news. He offered the can to her.
Thanks.” she said, opening it.
So, how did you fare last night?”
Kimber narrowed her eyes as she took a sip.
You said you were gonna go to the club last night. How did that go?”
Oh yeah, that was a trip. So I was just sitting at the bar with my whiskey and coke getting low, when this guy in a suit walks up and sits down next to me.”
Oooo… that sounds promising. Was he a clean cut Neil Patrick Harris type or more of a Joe Manganiello?”
Do you want to hear this story or not?”
Okay fine, sorry.”
He gets himself a beer and then says to me, ‘Hey, I just noticed you from down the bar and saw your drink going on empty, so I thought I’d offer to buy you one.’ I’m like, fine, go right on ahead and buy me a drink. I told him what I was having and he gets one for me. He asked what I did, and I told him I worked at the paper and then I returned the question.”
He’s a lawyer! A doctor? A model? All of the above?”
None of the above. He goes on and on about how he’s this big executive in this major company, he brokers big deals, yadda yadda. Anyway, I feign interest while he’s blabbing and then he says, ‘So do you want to get out of here?’ I’m like ‘no, but you’re welcome to leave.’”
Bobby gives a tiny cough of disgust. “Why do you always have to be so rude?”
Kimber ignored him and continued. “He just looks at me. I say, ‘I’m not impressed.’ He says, ‘Look I just came over here because I thought you could use some attention.’”
That’s what I said. Then he comes back with, ‘How much do you weigh anyway, honey?’ I put my drink down and say, ‘Unless I’m sitting on your face, my weight is none of your business.’ I said, ’You are not a big shot executive. Your shoes show excessive wear, your slacks are worn at the knees and your jacket lapels and tie are pilling from age. Plus, your Rolex is a knockoff and your cuticles are a mess. He looks around and I say, ’Your cuticles, on your hand. You’re not a business man, you do manual labor, this old suit is borrowed and from the faint smell of rotten eggs and the excessive hand soap smell you’ve used to try to cover it up, I assume you’re either in road construction or waste disposal and you use the cover of being a hot shot to get women to fuck you.”
Aaaand, what did he do?”
He just slinked away,eyes big as saucers, wondering how I read his mind.”
Bobby shook his head. “Kimber Cassidy, making friends wherever she goes.”
She shrugged her shoulders.“This is what you get when you dad reads Sherlock Holmes stories at bedtime, instead of fuckin’ fairy tales. I finished my free drink, went home and called Derrick.”
Derrick? Oh, Anal boy.”
No, that’s Eric. Derrick’s the pussy licker.”
Ahhh, okay. Well, either way…”
It was a good time,” she said.
Wait, did I interrupt?”
Hell no, you didn’t. I finished first, then I called you back.”
That’s good, I guess.”
Besides you weren’t the only one, mom called too.”
What did she want?”
I don’t know, I haven’t listened to the message yet.”
And this is when Bobby launched into his speech about how important family is and how he lost some of his when he came out and that those are bonds that shouldn’t be broken.
I know, I’ve heard all this before,” Kimber interrupts, “Things have just been funny since dad passed away.” Kimber thought of the nice euphemisms we come up for dying. Dad didn’t just ‘pass away’, he was killed one night, while he was investigating a local drug smuggling ring. One day he was there, helping her with homework and quizzing her with trivia and then…he wasn’t. He didn’t just pass, he was torn away.
Its painful, I know,” Bobby said, “but sometimes you have to face those things. Its like where you are now.”
Kimber looked at him, puzzled.
Well, you keep talking about how you want to launch into this detective business and strike out on your own, but,you’re still at the paper. And we both know how happy you are there.”
Kimber sighed. She thought the paper job would help, but they kept giving her the cutesy puff pieces when she’d love to take a crack at some investigative journalism.
I’m just saying,” Bobby continued, “if you would quit deliberately shutting doors, maybe some would open for you.”
Kimber’s eye was caught by a “Breaking News” graphic on the tv and she turned up the volume. There was video of a gurney with a body covered by a sheet being loaded into the back of an ambulance.
A reporter’s voice came in on voiceover. “This was the scene late last night. A murder occurred outside a private club in midtown East Alton.” Kimber looked at the caption, indicating the location was around 17th and Windham street. Her mouth dropped open as she realized that was the location of the club her mom went to.
Sources indicate the body of Jim Trace was found outside the private club and it appears he had been stabbed repeatedly. After taking witness statements, police have taken into custody Manny Escelara as a person of interest.”
Oh my god,” said Kimber.
That name sounds familiar.”
That’s because I introduced you two at one of mom’s Christmas parties two years ago. I’ve just known him as ‘Uncle Manny’.” Kimber shook her head, “That’s impossible. He can’t be their guy.”
Baby, you better check your voice mail.”
Kimber dug her phone out of her purse and listened to her mom’s message.
Kimber honey? Are you there? It’s your mom, please call me as soon as you can. Something horrible happened at the club last night. Please call back as soon as you can.”
There was a desperateness to the pleading that made her uneasy and unlike Bobby, her mom wasn’t given to histrionics.
What did she say?” asked Bobby.
She’s panicked. I’m gonna call her back, can I use your bedroom?”
Oh sure hun, no problem.”
Kimber made her way back to the back bedroom, closed the door and dialed her mom’s number.
Hello? Kimber?
Mom, are you okay?”
Oh, thank god, honey, it’s been horrible.”
What happened? I saw the news. Who’s Jim Trace? Why do they think Uncle Manny killed him?”
Her mom took a deep breath. “Jim Trace was a member of the club. He was stabbed repeatedly, it was horrible.”
So, Uncle Manny was at the club?”
Yes honey, that’s how me and your dad met him. It was through local groups, then when the playspace opened up, we invited him.”
Kimber sighed and shook her head. The things you learn.
Okay, so why do they think it’s him?”
Manny and this girl in the club have been seeing each other and Jim had been making eyes at her. Apparently, when the police were questioning people at the club, some said there had been an altercation a couple of weeks ago and a threat from Manny for Jim to stay away. Plus they took his shoes at the scene and then took him into custody. I don’t know what that was all about.”
Kimber paused to think. It had been raining previously and still cloudy the past couple of days, and she could see how the ground could be damp. If there were footprints found at the scene, they probably took his shoes to check if there were the same type and size and also for testing for soil and any blood evidence. Her shoulders sagged. If they did, the police would have a motive, opportunity and physical evidence. A pretty strong case to pass to the DA.
But, he’s innocent, there’s no way he could do this.”
I know baby, it’s crazy. But I’m sure the police will figure it out.”
Kimber pursed her lips and looked down at the floor. While there was a good chance that might happen, she couldn’t resist the urge to get involved. This could not only be her big chance to prove herself, but also be a big step in helping her follow in her dad’s footsteps.
Are you at your place?”
Yes, I am, but--”
Okay, let me come over. I’ll be there in a few”

Kimber finished the call, sat on the bed and took a deep breath. Here it was, the opportunity she had been waiting for, the moment to make her dad proud of her. She licked her lips and rubbed the sweat off her palms on her pants. She had thought her first investigation would be about something small, like petty theft or some small time surveillance, like on a cheating spouse. But this involved murder and the stakes were high. Just failure would be bad enough, disappointing herself and her mom. But, beyond that, if she couldn’t pull this off, an innocent man, a close family friend, would go to jail.


In ONE week, "Smart As A Whip", the first novel featuring Kimber Cassidy will be available on Amazon! Mark your calendars for May 25th! You do not want to miss it! 

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Book Spotlight : Simon Says by Libby Campbell

Sadie is the perfect woman for Simon, if only she can learn to obey his rules.

When feisty Sadie Donohue meets Simon Jacobson at a New Year’s Eve party, she thinks it’s a chance encounter, but not all is as it seems. Simon is a busy executive who prefers to be the master of his own destiny.
Over dinner the next night his authoritative personality starts to emerge. Always one to question authority, Sadie rebuffs his gentle suggestions for more polite behavior with a lively, sharp wit. Simon is amused but unmoved.
If Sadie wants to continue seeing him she must accept his rules. Rules that will be reinforced by spankings when she fails to comply.
A strong, independent woman, Sadie struggles with his demands. A tragedy from Simon’s past makes him more determined than ever to make her obey. Their worlds collide.
This romance, set in cold climes of Canada, is warmed with frequent spankings.

Excerpt : 

In my apartment he took out his laptop and sat on the sofa. “Get ready for bed. When you’re done, we will talk about your foolishness today.”

I took as long as I possibly could, removing my makeup, flossing my teeth, and reorganizing the medicine cabinet. My nails needed attention but I decided that might be pushing it. I dabbed perfume on my wrists and slid the black negligee over my head. The gown had solved the riddle of being dressed but undressed; it covered me but left little to the imagination. I prayed it would distract him to the point of forgetfulness.

In the living room Simon was bent over his laptop. He didn’t look when I walked into the room. One of the straight-backed wooden chairs from my dining set had been placed across from the sofa from where he worked.

“Sit,” he said. He didn’t have to say where.

There were four chairs around my dining room table. Two were comfortable, padded parsons’ chairs. The others were wooden, ladder-back numbers. I only owned the wooden ones because I found them online cheap. There were good in an emergency like three friends for dinner at once but I always put a throw cushion on them for comfort. Simon hadn’t extended me that courtesy. The moment I lowered myself onto the rigid wooden seat, the cold crept through the gauzy fabric of my night dress. I waited for Simon to acknowledge me, say something—anything—but he didn’t. Because the heat had been turned down since Friday, the apartment was cool enough to safely store milk and chicken. The negligee lace grazed my nipples and I realized they were standing at attention. I wrapped my arms around myself, for warmth and modesty.

“Put your feet flat on the floor, your hands in your lap, and sit still. I’m almost finished.” His voice pinned me there, like a butterfly in a display case.

Almost is an ambiguous stretch of time, depending on how a person spends it. Sitting on that hard wooden chair with a tender bottom made the seconds stretch to hours. I watched Simon’s face and admired his concentration as he typed. That attempt to divert my attention soon grew boring. The seat on the roller coaster grew more uncomfortable. Eventually all my thoughts were about the terrifying descents ahead. I wished we could just push off from the station and get the scary part over with.

He stopped typing and reread what he’d written. Satisfied at last, he closed the clamshell and tucked it into his bag. I was sure that the time passed only seemed like minutes to him. My butt ached sitting on that chair but I didn’t shift even a fraction of an inch, not while he was staring at me. He crouched in front of me.

“First of all, I want you to know that I care about you very much. In fact I’m falling in love with you.” He kissed the back of my hands. “This—this ritual of discipline—is proof of that love. If I didn’t care about you, about making you and me together a stronger unit, I wouldn’t bother.”

He rubbed my hands with his thumbs. “Secondly, you owe a huge debt to my sister.”

I opened my mouth to speak, to ask why. He placed a finger on my lips. “It’s not the time for the condemned woman to plead her case.”

He caressed a nipple as he straightened to a standing position. “Tracy took strips off me before I went upstairs to wake you and bring you home. She said I had no business dropping a bombshell in your life and leaving you to deal with it alone. I told her you’re a big girl with lots of friends to protect you. Plus it wasn’t like I was offering you anything bad, was it?”

I shook my head and said nothing.

“Still I’m taking her comments into consideration as I determine your punishment. Tell me honestly—do you think you should be spanked tonight?”

I shrugged.

“Wise choice to remain silent. Better not risk a wrong answer. However, in my court you are allowed to incriminate yourself. In fact, it’s expected when you have broken my rules. In time you will learn to thank me for the discipline. Until then, let’s deal with what you’re up for now. Let’s accept the fact that you’re going to be spanked. Can you think of the reasons why?”


Libby Campbell lives on the West Coast with her husband of over twenty-five years. She reads a lot and loves books that feature strong, independent women engaged in hand-to-butt combat with funny, sexy men.

Her favorite pastimes are dancing, baking, and hiking with her husband.

Libby reads and writes for pure escapism. If you like her books, she hopes you will leave a review – it will help her write the next one.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Book Spotlight : Jailed Little Jade by Allison West

With a crappy ex-husband and a new lease on life, Jade Brooks moves to Spring Mills for a fresh start. What she gets is far more than she bargained for when Holden Foster shows up at her door.

He’s hot, dominating, and harbors a secret of intergalactic proportion.

When Jade is invited over to share a meal with Holden, she’s grateful for the company and a new friendship. Her curiosity gets the better of her when she finds a package on his counter and he tells her genuinely to open it up and see what was delivered.

The cylinder, a device that travels through time and space, opens a portal and leads Jade and her new sexy friend to a prison colony on his home planet of Adair, where spankings are a regular occurrence and age regression is a requirement for jailed women to rehabilitate within the system.

Given no choice but to become a little one, Jade must face a nanny with a firm hand, Holden as her poppa, and a blossoming relationship that is against the rules.

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Trembling, she pushed herself from the cool floor. Glancing briefly in the bathroom mirror, she noticed the glass looked silly like that at a carnival distorting her image. Were they concerned she’d break the mirror and use a large shard as a weapon? She didn’t blame them. If they kept her prisoner, she’d do whatever it took to get away.

Though she wasn’t caged, she still felt contained and Jade wasn’t pleased by it.

“Usually I’d suggest you join the other little ones in the nursery but seeing as how you’ve already had a stressful morning; I’d prefer if you took a nap until you see Poppa at dinner.”

Jade didn’t want to nap. “I’m not tired.” She also wasn’t a child and by the looks of the clothes and the fact she had a nanny, made it seem a bit preposterous. The entire situation was beyond absurd, but it seemed wherever she landed from the wormhole, rehabilitation meant dumbing down women. At least that was how Jade had seen it. She tried to piece together the puzzle that was laid out in front of her, but it made little sense.

“You’ve had a long day, seeing as how you were brought in this morning.”

“Brought in?” Jade asked.

“Yes, by prison transport. I know the ride and acclimation into space can be quite daunting on the body.”

“Space?” Jade repeated confused. Had this woman gone mad?


Allison West is a #1 International Best-Selling Author in Science Fiction, Victorian, Historical, and BDSM Erotica. She also writes young adult novels under the name Ruth Silver.

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