Submitting to the Doctor

He wanted nothing to do with her but couldn’t turn away from the sorrow reflected in her dark eyes.

Today on NEVERENDING BLOG TOUR 

 

I have BJ Wane

 

 in the Cowboy Doms series

 

SUBMITTING TO THE DOCTOR

 

COWBOY DOMS, BOOK 7

 

 

The only thing they had in common was grief, yet neither could forget one shared night.

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AMAZON:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B085RNG787

 

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Following the death of her twin sister and the abuse of her sadistic ex-boyfriend, Lillian Gaines drove away from her home to flee her heart-wrenching grief. Exhausted, numb from sorrow, she drives into a snowstorm and ends up stranded on a Montana back road. 

The last thing Doctor Mitchell Hoffstetter wanted was to put up a stranded motorist at his cabin, but seeing the bruises marring Lillian’s face stifles his irritation. He couldn’t help offering comfort when her grief kept her awake, and for all her sass and independence, she succumbed to his commands and touch without pause. They went their separate ways the next day unable to forget that one hour. 

Mitchell soon discovers Lillian is living in the motel in town. He offers his garage apartment which leads to another opportunity to show she wasn’t as opposed to his dominance as she claimed. Lillian discovers a side of her she couldn’t control whenever Mitchell leveled one of those potent gazes her way and showed her ways of pleasure she never imagined she would embrace. 

It takes a threat to Lillian’s life for Mitchell to admit his sassy, independent tenant and lover had found a way through his grief to his heart, but had they both waited too long to express their feelings or would he and their friends ride to her rescue in time for them to start over together?

This is book seven in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed independently.

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary western romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of mystery, suspense, danger, sensual scenes, adult themes and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

AMAZON:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B085RNG787

 

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That evening, Lillian started a new painting off a picture she’d taken of Mitchell’s cabin, and was still immersed in putting that scene on canvas late the next day, Friday afternoon. Something about the rustic abode with its backdrop of ice crystal-draped trees and plume of smoke traveling up into the gray sky appealed to her. Before getting stranded there with him, the closest she’d gotten to roughing it was when she and Liana spent a week at a Colorado ski resort, complete with their own private hot tub and an indoor pool. She was quite proud of herself for handling the tight, drafty quarters, limited hot water and basic meals so well, not to mention her autocratic but considerate rescuer. Those off the charts orgasms likely lessened the memory of how uncomfortable those few days were.

The heavy clomp of feet tromping up the side staircase reached her ears as she noticed the time. It ceased surprising her how fast the hours flew by unnoticed when she couldn’t pull herself away from her work. 

Mitchell’s irritated voice followed a sharp rap on the door. “Lillian, I need to talk to you.”

Even annoyed his deep baritone could deliver that warm rush she had never experienced with another man, and that irked her. Striding to the door, she flung it open with a glare. A shiver went through her, but whether from the cold air or the swirling emotion turning his hazel eyes more brown than green, she wasn’t sure. Reminding herself this was his place and she was staying here for free, Lillian lightened her frown and stepped back to let him in.

“What’s up? Did I disobey some unspoken rule of tenancy?”

Mitchell brushed by her, his sheepskin coat flapping open to reveal he was still dressed in slacks and a button up shirt, the attire she’d seen him wearing every morning as he left for the clinic. The fact she couldn’t help glancing out the window at exactly 7:30 a.m. every day this past week was another deviation from her character that puzzled her.

He turned to face her as she closed the door, fisting his hands on his hips. “No, you reneged on our bargain.”

Puzzled, Lillian searched her memory and then recalled the appointment she was supposed to make at his clinic, realizing he was right. Oops. She shrugged and offered him a self-deprecating smile. “Not on purpose. I meant to, but I started a new painting and completely forgot.” Instead of forgiving her, Mitchell narrowed his eyes, his reply amusing her even as it sent a small thrill trickling through her veins.

“Someone should have taken you in hand years ago.”

 

AMAZON:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B085RNG787

 

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AUTHOR BIO:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, Oscar, a lovable Goldendoodle.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking.  My first books were strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.

 

 

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What he doesn’t know…

What he doesn’t know won’t hurt me

 

Today I have the lovely PK Corey visiting us with her fun-loving book:

 

 

Cassie’s Space

by

PK Corey

 

 

Cassie's Space - PK book coverMeet Cassie, a former wild child, who meets her match, and creates the match of a lifetime. To nearly all who know her now, Cassie is a vivacious, sweet southern lady, who is the epitome of grace and proper behavior. Look a tiny bit closer and you’ll see that Cassie has another side – the one whose language could make a sailor blush as she drinks him under the table.

Thanks to her loving husband Tom, who even after thirty years of marriage, never hesitates to put Cassie over his knee when she strays too far from his view of ladylike behavior, few people other than close old friends know this side of Cassie exists.

Cassie and Tom show that love and passion are not the sole property of the young. Love and passion grows and changes with age. While aging may bring on challenges – the love and passion between these two people only grows stronger.

 

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We were outside on the terrace, watching the sunset and talking, when the phone rang. It was Steve, Sue’s husband. But for now, let’s call him Big Mouth. He and Tom worked on the same project, so his call didn’t seem unexpected. Tom had the phone on conference and I sat listening as they talked business. Just before they hung up, Big Mouth asked, “Well, Tom, can you believe where the girls ended up this time?”

I froze. I’d already had second thoughts about ever bringing out the toys. I’d had my fun just shopping, and I’d started rethinking the wisdom of telling Tom at all. Tom took the phone off conference and let Big Mouth continue. I sat in stunned silence as I heard Tom ask, “Who came up with that idea?” 

I couldn’t take anymore, I got up to go inside, but Tom just mouthed, ‘Sit’. And I sank back into my chair. They talked a bit longer. I couldn’t tell much from Tom’s short comments, but I knew I was in big trouble. I just didn’t know how big until he asked the last question. “Who drove?”

Truly, I promise, the fact that I had a suspended license did not occur to me one time on the trip. Yes, I drove to the shop. I knew the address and I usually drive on our excursions. Sue rented the car, so none of us felt ownership. I just never thought of it. But Tom honed in on that first. Tom hung up and just sat there looking at me. 

Finally, he asked, “Cassie, did you have this planned before you went on your trip? Was this shopping expedition your idea?”

Have I explained that lying is one of the things Tom simply will not tolerate? But I knew none of the girls would let that little piece of information slip. The story we’d agreed on just had us going by the shop on a lark, something funny and unusual to do. I felt complete confidence the girls would stick to that story.  And they did. Unfortunately, I blew it.

Like a fool, I repeated that we had all decided together at the spur of the moment. We had no big plan. It just happened. Tom sat on the rail looking at me. He just nodded for a minute before he asked, “You went in that store, against my wishes, and put those items on my credit card. How much?”

“I didn’t use your card. I took cash. I spent less than seventy-five dollars.” And with that, I fell face-first into the hole I’d dug for myself. I never carry cash. I am lucky if I can come up with a couple of dollars at any time, even when I travel. Tom lectures me about this every time I travel. The fact that I had thought to get cash and take it with me, gave me away and proved to him that I had planned it all along. Way, way too late, I decided to shut up.

 

Meet PK Corey

 

After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-six-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service. 

 

I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.

 

My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My Cal’s Law series, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together. 

 

I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers. You can contact me at pk.corey@yahoo.com

 

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Are some wounds just too deep to heal?

Dark Melodies

Book One in The Black Combe Doms Series

By

Ashe Barker

 

Are some wounds just too deep to heal? Are some risks too great? Some rewards just not enough?

 

 

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DARK MELODIES

 

  • Ashe Barker Books, 2020
  • Released 21 January 2020
  • Contemporary erotic romance, romantic suspense, BDSM
  • 188,000 words
  • No cliffhangers, HEA

 

 

The Black Combe Doms Series Details

 

  • Ashe Barker Books, 2020
  • Released January and February 2020
  • Contemporary erotic romance, romantic suspense, BDSM
  • Four super-length novels
  • Average 186,000 words per novel
  • HEA endings

 

Each book in the series is a stand alone novel, but the four are best read as a series, in order.

 

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  • Book Two : Sure Mastery
  • Book Three : Hard Limits
  • Book Four : Laid Bare

 

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Blurb

 

Who knows where pain ends, and pleasure begins?

The chance of a new life out in the wilds of the Yorkshire moors sounds too good to be true to shy musician Eva Byrne. Stifled and smothered within the cocoon of her brilliant academic career, Eva yearns for something different. Something real and exciting. Something she can feel.

Excitement. Passion. Pleasure. She finds that sexy, enigmatic Nathan Darke can provide all these and more when she moves into his home as violin tutor to his young daughter. But Eva’s sensual encounters with her demanding, domineering new employer quickly evoke her deepest fears, as he introduces her to the trauma of submission and marks her with his particularly dark brand of love.

But will Eva’s natural curiosity and thirst for new experiences be enough to withstand the sting of Nathan Darke’s exquisite touch? Will simple surrender be enough as he challenges her every inhibition, taking her on an erotic journey of self-discovery and liberation?

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers.

 

This novel was previously released as three separate books, Darkening, Darker and Darkest, in the series The Dark Side. In this volume the three books in The Dark Side trilogy are published as one combined novel, under a new title, Dark Melodies with new cover art, no cliffhangers and a HEA.

 

 

Excerpt 3 (clean)

 

“God, is it really that late?” I gasp.

“Yes. Time for your practical,” Mr. Darke says softly, leaning back in his chair. Stretching out his foot, he pushes my violin case toward me across the kitchen floor. “You promised me a demonstration of your…skills. By way of a job interview. Then we’ll decide if you’re a music teacher or not.”

Tired as I am, I know I can handle this. This is my moment. Without a word, I kneel by the violin case and carefully open the lid, then extract the instrument from among the folds of my chiffon skirt. Unclipping the bow from the lid of the case, I stand up. I draw the bow experimentally along the strings, just to hear the tone and make any minor tuning adjustments. I have a good ear, and with only minute twists of the keys on the neck of the violin it is perfect, ready to play.

“Any requests?” I ask.

“No, you choose.” He is still seated at the table, waiting. And apparently not expecting much.

Mrs. Richardson has been bustling around the sink, clearing up after our meal, but she also comes to sit back down, drying her hands. Even Barney has opened one of his eyes. All three settle themselves, watching me.

Stepping slightly farther back, away from the table, I stand facing my audience with the door open behind me. I place the violin under my chin, resting my face against it like a favorite pillow, and draw in one long breath. I let it out slowly, and again. My feet are planted firmly, about a foot apart. I am relaxed, grounded. In my element. Now, at least, this I am good at.

Leaning into the violin and closing my eyes, I start one of my favorite melodies, not really written for violin—but I think it works beautifully and I love it. The opening, evocative strains of Ravel’s ‘Boléro’ fill the room. I don’t need to look up or hear his sharp intake of breath as he recognizes the piece, to know that Mr. Darke is stunned. He didn’t expect this from me. I am glowing inside because I know, at last, I have him.

I hear a slight noise behind me and open my eyes to see Mr. Darke leaning slightly to see around me. Placing his index finger vertically across his mouth, he signals for quiet, then beckons with his hand. A little shadow slips around and past me.

A small girl—impossibly pretty, with long, straight dark hair—runs across the room, climbs onto his knee and puts her little arms around his neck. She looks sleepy and is wearing a long, pale pink nightie. Her feet are bare. He hugs her, whispers something in her ear that makes her smile, and he kisses her hair. Then they both turn back to me, silent, watching, listening intently as I continue to play.

Completely in my element, absolutely in control of my audience, the music, the instrument, I sway gently as I slowly, surely develop the piece. I build the melody, pouring my own energy into it, louder, faster, ever more compelling as my bow flies back and forth across the resin-heavy horsehair strings. Unerring, every note perfect, I feel the familiar pull of the evocative music and lose myself in it, completely alert but at the same time only dimly aware of my surroundings, my audience. I coax the music toward its crashing crescendo. I am so exhilarated, so pumped up I feel sure I can fly in that moment, but as the final note dies away I am also aware of feeling drained, as if my last dregs of energy were poured into that piece.

No one moves. No one speaks. In the silence that follows, I straighten and stand before them, violin in my left hand and bow in my right, both now pointed down at the floor. Raising my eyes, I meet Mr. Darke’s gaze.

His face is still, expressionless, but his beautiful dark brown eyes are warm, admiring, the passion of the piece not lost on him. I feel a clenching low down in my belly, glad that I have somehow affected him, touched him. We stare across the kitchen at each other for long moments before he finally comes to his feet, holding the little girl in his arms.

“Bravo, Miss Byrne,” he says softly, bowing his head to me. “That was superb.”

 

 

About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

 

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Mistletoe in the City

Today, I have Amber Daulton coming to visit us.

 

Mistletoe in the City

by

Amber Daulton

 

Krista treated herself to a bad boy for Christmas, but will the heat between her and Derek last well into the New Year?

 

Publisher: Books to Go Now

Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance

Heat Rating: Spicy/3-Flame

 

Krista Hartley never expected the unrequited love of her life, the irresistible Derek Weston, to work as the groundskeeper at the apartment building she just moved into. They barely spoke in high school but now, three years after graduation, they tore at each other’s clothes and jumped into bed together at every opportunity. After all, how could a hot-blooded woman say no to a sexy man with an eyebrow ring, a dragon tattoo and a deadly swagger?

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A Christmas miracle drew Krista back into Derek’s life. He kissed her for the first time under mistletoe, pampered her with romantic candlelight dinners and memorized every inch of her delectable body with his tongue. He refused to let his dream girl slip through his fingers again but then another woman threatened their whirlwind romance. Hurt once before, Krista broke off their relationship and then Derek made a drunken mistake that could destroy their love forever. With just days to Christmas, he vowed to win back her heart and trust, and prove his innocence once and for all.

 

 

 

 

Excerpt:

Hurt filled her eyes instead of the hope and understanding he wanted. “You’re not as
considerate as I thought. You should respect my feelings, not ignore them.”

She turned her scowl toward his phone. “Go ahead and take care of business, Derek. I’m obviously not as important as the tenant in U3.” Krista pivoted away from him and grabbed her things from the floor. Derek snatched her arm before she reached the door.

“That’s not fair.”
Krista jerked away from him. “Leave me alone. I need distance for a little while.”
His heart pounded in his throat. “What the hell are you talking about? Everything’s fine.”
Tears welled in her eyes. “No, it’s not. I lost twenty-five dollars from my cash fund
yesterday at work, and thirteen dollars the day before. Someone stole a necklace from my table last Sunday at the craft fair. I like you, Derek, but you’re a distraction. I think about you too much but that’s my problem, not yours.” She wrapped her arms around her chest. “I thought my life would make more sense once I moved out on my own, but I’m still confused. We’re moving too fast. I hate to say this, but let’s take some time apart.”

Anger, confusion and hurt burned through his veins. “So I guess I’ll tell my mom that
dinner on Friday is a no-go since you want nothing to do with me. Is that slowing down enough for you?” He stomped to the door and opened it. Tears slid down her cheeks but he couldn’t let that bother him. He had no idea what just fucking happened and he was too angry to care. “Let’s go, neighbor. I have a call to make. According to you, my job is more important than my girlfriend so I better live up to that shitty standard.”
Krista rushed out of the apartment and Derek slammed the door behind her. He banged
his fist against the steel barrier and cursed at the top of his lungs. Anguish washed through him like an acid wave and sorrow clogged his throat but he knew he’d done nothing wrong. He always acted considerate with her, always respected her feelings, but he didn’t want to talk about Delia. He’d rather stare into the eyes of a woman he cared for and listen to Krista talk for hours.
He fell back against the door and wiped his hands over his face as tears pricked his eyes.
Derek breathed deep to swallow the restraining ball in his throat. He replayed the conversation in his mind and the anger in his veins burned hotter than his shock and sadness.

“Damn you, Delia.”

Everything was fine before Delia messed with Krista’s head. The conniving bitch probably got exactly what she wanted—trouble in paradise.

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About the Author

 

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press and Books to Go Now, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats. 

Amber lives in North Carolina with her husband and four demanding cats. Feel free to visit her at http://www.amberdaultonauthor.blogspot.com

 

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Q&A with Amber Daulton 

 

So first, of course, the obvious question. How did you become a writer?

I read my first romance book when I was 12 after I snuck a Harlequin paperback out of my mom’s bedroom. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I wanted to create my own story about two people having an adventure and falling in love. I wrote with pencil in a spiral-bound notebook and finished that 200-plus page story in about six months.

I published my first book when I was 26, and now I have eleven published books under my belt. Ten or more manuscripts, however, are on my computer waiting to see the light of day.

 

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

 

For every book I write, the hardest thing is deciding on character names. Now, that might not sound like a big deal, but the names have to fit with the characters I see in my mind perfectly. I feel stumped and lose my creativity if I assign a name to someone that just doesn’t feel right. I usually choose the names based on their personality, physical characteristics, family dynamics/heritage, the time period of the novel, or just what I find sexy! I sometimes spend hours, if not days, just scouring through baby name books and websites for the best names.

 

 

 

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His gifts are beyond price

His gifts are beyond price, the rewards of submission.

 

Sure Mastery

 

Book Two in The Black Combe Doms Series

 

By Ashe Barker

 

 

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The Black Combe Doms Series Details

 

  • Contemporary erotic romance, romantic suspense, BDSM

  • Four super-length novels

  • HEA endings

 

Each book in the series is a stand alone novel, but the four are best read as a series, in order.

 

All four are FREE to read on Kindle Unlimited.  Available in paperback too

 

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He’s hurt her once, and terrified her. He holds her future in his hands. Can she trust him with her body too?

Desperate to escape her past and start over, Ashley McAllister cuts her ties with her old life and heads for the wild landscape of West Yorkshire, the perfect place to reinvent herself. And her carefully laid plans are working, until she encounters her nemesis—the one man she’d hoped never to see again—Tom Shore, the man she and a gang of thugs attacked and robbed, and who swore he’d make her pay. He owns the cottage she’s made her home and adores, and now he wants his pound of flesh. So he takes it.

Intimidated and beaten by her sexy and dominant landlord, and totally confused by her intense physical response to him, Ashley needs Tom to guard her secrets. But will he and his enigmatic and terrifying friend, Nathan Darke, allow her to leave her past behind and start again? Having survived her first explosive and humiliating encounter with Tom, Ashley struggles to get her new life back on track. But Tom wants her. His demanding, persuasive, sensual charm is almost irresistible, his mastery of her assured.

But—can she submit to Tom’s dominance? Should she? Ashley has escaped one violent and abusive relationship. Is she about to be sucked into an even darker and more dangerous liaison?

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers.

This novel was previously released as three separate books, Unsure, Sure Fire and Sure Thing in the series Sure Mastery. In this volume the three books in the Sure Mastery trilogy are published as one combined novel, under the title, Sure Mastery with new cover art, no cliffhangers and a HEA.

 

Find you are more hungry that imagined? Then you had better be prepared to buy the whole meal after you take a bite because it is SO DELICIOUS: (and it’s on KU)

 

Assertive Ashley makes one last-ditch attempt. “If I agree to this, if I let you spank me, it’s absolutely the one and only time. You’ll never lay a hand on me again after this.”

I stand my ground and he looks at me, his gaze assessing. And unexpectedly warm. His tone is soft when he speaks to me, almost caressing.

“If you say so. Well then, let’s see if we can release your inner submissive, just this once.”

I can’t contain my snort of disbelief. “I hardly think so. Inner doormat might be more like it. Inner punchbag maybe. But you’re wrong—I’m none of those things anymore.”

He shakes his head, his eyes never leaving mine. Despite my fear, my outrage at this madness that he’s apparently convinced me could actually happen, that look still curls my toes in a way Kenny never managed. I wish desperately that I’d met Tom Shore in different circumstances. Who knows, I might even have… No, I wouldn’t. Surely I couldn’t. Could I? 

Not that he needs to know any of this. I hold his gaze, defiant, determined, my inner turmoil safely buried along with any treacherous inner submissive that might be lurking. His next words stun me.

“No, I agree. I don’t know what it is you think you’re not anymore, but what I have in mind has nothing at all to do with being a doormat or a punchbag. ‘Shaz’ might have been that once. I saw that much on the riverside in Bristol. But I suspect Ashley McAllister is something entirely different.”

What? What does he see in me that even I can’t recognise? How is this different? My puzzled frown just makes him chuckle softly, as though he knows something I don’t. Then, “Ashley, the robe?”

“Why? Why do I have to undress? Can’t you just…?” Assertive Ashley gives up the battle and I’m whispering, and now starting to shake again.

His tone hardens—there’s something more there now, an air of command, demanding obedience. “I want you naked. I want you scared, humiliated, hurting. Like I was. The robe, Ashley. Now.”

Out of options and done with words, I stand. I’ve accepted his ‘terms’ and now I just want to get this over with, get through it as best I can. At least now I know what’s in store, and I know I can survive it. 

My hands shaking violently, I start to unfasten the belt holding my robe closed. I’m clumsy, fumbling, desperately embarrassed. Never an exhibitionist, never even remotely confident about my body, I don’t recall even Kenny seeing me completely naked. He was never that interested. My body’s no great shakes, five foot one and skinny as a rake. And I’m now finding my natural modesty is a powerful inhibitor. I can’t undress in front of this angry stranger any more than I can sprout wings and fly round the room. I stand there, clutching my robe closed. I can’t even look at him, though I can feel his eyes on me. I’m surprised to realise that stripping for him is more of a challenge than accepting the spanking was.

“I can’t. Please don’t ask me to do this.” My voice is quiet, tiny, a scared, pathetic whisper as I stand there, trembling, dreading the next few moments. I’ve never fainted in my entire life, but I suspect I could easily manage it now. This is his cue, surely. His one opportunity to tell me it’ll be okay, to promise not to hurt me. To say something, anything, that my so-called inner submissive might recognise and respond to.

Taking pity on my dilemma perhaps, he closes the distance between us, just a couple of paces in my tiny living room. I try to back away, but the chair is behind me, there’s nowhere for me to go. Surprisingly gentle, Tom Shore takes my hands, opening my fingers carefully to release my grip on the towelling. He takes the lapels, leaning in to murmur in my ear, “Don’t look so stricken, Ashley. This bit doesn’t hurt. And maybe, if you let yourself, you might find the rest of the experience less horrendous than you imagine.” I feel his breath on my neck as he pauses, then, “You might even enjoy it.” 

And that’s it. Might even enjoy it! Fat chance! There are no more words of comfort on offer. If this is the best he can do my inner submissive will be staying well buried it seems. Good riddance—she’d only get me into more trouble.

 

 

About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

 

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Taunted

Today, I have the lovely and talented:

Felicity Brandon

and her book

Taunted

Series: The Dark Necessities Prequel: Dalton’s Tale– Book Two

 

 

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She showed me the light when she came into my life.

And reminded me just how dark love can be.

 

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She showed me the light when she came into my life.

And reminded me just how dark love can be.

I saved Delilah from Morley and Hyland.

It was a pleasure.

That should’ve been the end of it.

I didn’t expect things to get this intense.

I didn’t think our passion could grow so dark, but there isn’t anything I want more than to own her.

I need her soul to be mine.

But we have a new threat looming over us.

Hyland wants revenge and men like him will do anything.

We need to play this carefully.

Or else…

Excerpt- Hot! Hot! Hot!

Dalton’s mouth skimmed over her lips, capturing her attention in an instant. “I’m going to pound you so hard, Delilah.”

Arousal pooled at her core with his words. “Yes, sir.”

She was brazen now, incapable of resisting Dalton’s allure, and with no desire to even try anymore.

He nodded his head at her. “I’m glad we’re aligned on this.”

With one sharp tug, he yanked her panties down her thighs, guiding them to her feet. Delilah’s breathing accelerated at his show of force. Fuck, he was hot when he was like this. He could take her all bloody day long when he was in this mood.

Dalton guided her from the fabric at her ankles, tugging her forward in the direction of the couch. “Over the arm.”

His instruction was curt, and as she turned toward his face for reassurance, Delilah saw the grin there and she went willingly, draping the top half of her body over the raised arm.

“Legs apart.”

She panted at the order, but complied at once. She wanted this. It was as sexy as hell being exposed and available to Dalton, and even ignoring the growing pressure at her neck, she waited for the real fun to begin, her heart racing inside her chest.

“What do you want, firecracker?” Dalton’s words rang out over her head.

“You, sir.” He reply was reflexive, and desperate.

He smacked her arse, not hard enough to really hurt, but with enough force to make her yelp. “What about me?”

“Your cock.” She practically screamed the word, relishing the way Dalton always made her spell it out.

There was no hiding with him.

There never was.

“Tell me then.”

“I need your cock, sir.” Delilah barely recognized the voice of the woman who responded. She was so breathy and full of need. Surely, it couldn’t be her?

“You want my cock?” Dalton’s voice was full of glee.

Fuck, yes! The thought imploded in her head. You know I want it, Dalton. Why are you making me wait?

The sound of his laughter filled the air. “Beg for it.”

“What?” Delilah gasped.

“You heard me,” he snarled, his words registering in her ears just before he spanked her again. And the strike was harder this time. Much harder, the pain spreading out across her cheeks. “And you know how to address me.”

She panted at this stern version of her lover. “Sorry, sir. Yes.”

“So?”

Delilah inhaled. Begging for his cock? Christ, why was that making her so wet? Yet it was. She could feel the moisture at her pussy and it was for him. It was all for him.

“Please may I have your cock, sir?” Delilah cringed into the couch with the words, grateful that she didn’t have to look Dalton in the eyes.

“In your cunt?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And in your arse?”

Delilah tensed. In her arse—was he serious? “Sir, we’ve nev—”

Her sentence was ended by the giant palm that crashed down upon her exposed backside again and her lips parted with the pain.

“Answer the question. Do you want my cock in your arse or not?”

The query resounded around her mind. Did she want it there? Delilah had successfully fought off every man who’d tried to fuck her there in the past, but now, with Dalton, the idea didn’t seem so repugnant.

Rather, the notion of submitting to him that way sounded hot.

“I don’t know, sir.”

Dalton swatted her backside again, and Delilah winced at the impact.

“Don’t lie to me, Delilah.” His voice was almost a growl.

She flustered, wishing suddenly that she could just get up and talk to him, but her face was flush against the couch, her legs immobilized by Dalton’s body behind her. “I’m not lying!” she insisted. “I’ve never been fucked there before.”

His fingers trailed a line softly across the curve of her arse. “Really?”

Dalton sounded surprised. Sardonic almost.

“Yes, she panted. “Sir.”

“Your cunt it is then,” he decided, pulling away from her body just enough to line the tip of his cock at her labia. “Let’s hear you beg for it.”

Delilah’s hands balled into fists at her back. Why was he making her ask again?

“And I’d suggest you don’t keep me waiting, firecracker. Or I’ll find something for that pretty arse right now.”

That made Delilah start. She’d been reassured by the way Dalton had veered away from the topic of anal sex at her admission, but the thought he might try and change his mind about that filled her with dread. “Please, sir,” she blurted. “Please fuck my pussy with your cock.”

One of his hands skimmed over the skin of her bound arms. “As you wish, beautiful.”

He impaled her then, one swift thrust that stretched and filled Delilah’s pussy in the most scintillating way. That was what she’d needed. That was what she’d waited for.

Delilah’s mouth opened, but there were no words, just a low guttural moan.

 

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Submitting to the Cattleman

Today, I have the lovely,

B.J. Wane

and her latest release:

SUBMITTING TO THE CATTLEMAN

 

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Succumbing to a stranger was foolhardy, but not as risky as trying to deceive a Dom.

 

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Why does doing the right thing have to be so hard?

 

 Leslie Collins has been asking herself that question ever since her eye-witness testimony in a murder case landed her in the Witness Protection Program far away from everything and everyone she’s ever known. Now, four years later, she struggles with growing despondency over the circumstances that prevent her from forming a relationship. When she allows her loneliness to get the better of her and indulges in a one-night stand, she never dreams her stranger will show up again at the private club she’s stayed away from for a few weeks.

Kurt Wilcox returns home to Montana to help his father recover from a stroke and hopefully mend the rift between them. He doesn’t plan on rescuing a woman from a mugging and ending up succumbing to the loneliness reflected on her face and indulging in a one-night stand. When he meets up with Leslie at his club, he refuses to let her hide her identity or her reasons for inviting a stranger into her home and bed.

Leslie finally caves to his persistence and agrees to an affair that seems promising until she learns her identity has been comprised and an attempt on her life forces out the truth about her past. Will putting her trust in her Dom jeopardize him and his employees when she agrees to his protection, or will Kurt rid her of the threat against her, as he promises, leaving her free to embrace her own HEA?

This is book six in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary, western romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, danger, power exchange, BDSM, and sensual scenes. If any of these bother you, please do not purchase.

 

She was a one-night stand following his rescue, but he couldn’t forget her haunted eyes.

 

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EXCERPT-R

Kurt reached the loft and spotted Leslie bound on the St. Andrew’s Cross right away. As he eyed her slim, bare back, spread legs and white, soft ass, he didn’t know who to be pissed at the most, her or his dad. He shouldn’t have let Leland goad him into an argument right before he’d left. If the stubborn coot didn’t want to go to therapy or work at getting back on his feet, Kurt ought to leave him alone to stew in the misery of his own making. The problem was, he cared too much to do that, just as his strong feelings for Leslie wouldn’t allow him to give up on her regardless of her continued obstinance. Maybe, if those glimpses of a desperate, lonely ache reflected on her face weren’t continuing to wreak havoc with his conscience, starting with the first time she’d looked up at him, he would find it easy to wash his hands of her and walk away.

Between wanting to solve the mystery of her solitary life and the driving lust to fuck her in every way possible, he wasn’t about to let this little rebellion deter him from his goals. Mitchell flicked him a questioning look as he approached, checking the tightness of the ankle cuffs before rising to greet him.

“Kurt. I hope your scowl isn’t because of something I’ve done.”

“No, in fact I’d like to thank you for preparing my sub for me.” Leslie’s muscles tightened under Kurt’s hand as he caressed her clenching buttocks.

Mitchell’s eyes darkened, his gaze cutting toward Leslie. Fisting a hand in her long hair, he pulled, lifting her head. “Is this true, you’re with Master Kurt?”

She bit her lip, both men noticing the guilt swirling in her eyes as she looked from one to the other before her trembling mouth went taut and she replied with a thread of defiance coloring her tone. “We never agreed to be exclusive.”

Kurt winged one brow upward and crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t share. In case I neglected to mention that, now you know.”

Moving back, a hint of amusement crept into Mitchell’s expression. “I’ll step aside and let you two work this out. Leslie, look me up if you decide to ditch Master Kurt again.”

Kurt waited until Mitchell walked away before leaning against Leslie’s back, loosely circling her neck with his hands and whispering in her ear, “Don’t you think you should have told me before you accepted another Dom’s invitation?”

“I didn’t think it would matter.”

A slight tremor ran through her body as he tightened his hands on her throat, just enough to remind her of his control, and what she’d agreed to. “Once again, you thought wrong, and you’re not being completely honest. You’d rather back away than risk revealing more about yourself, like you did last night.”

She tried to turn her head to look at him then released her breath in a huff when his hold wouldn’t allow it. Her throat worked under his hands as she swallowed and said, “You have no right to pry.”

Now it was his turn to sigh with exasperation because, damn it, she was right. Stepping back, he ran his hands over her shoulders, down her arched back and palmed her buttocks. “You’re right about that, but not about how you let me know you weren’t happy with me.” Digging his fingers into the soft globes, his thumbs slipped between the fleshy mounds to tease the sensitive area. “I’m disappointed you would resort to such a tactic instead of talking to me. Five swats with my belt or say red and we’re done. What will it be?”

Leslie couldn’t think straight, not with Master Kurt’s hands on her, the displeasure in his deep voice filling her with guilt and regret. She’d been a fool. What made her believe she could simply walk away from him now when she couldn’t forget him after one night together? Now she found herself torn between her ever-growing need for one man and her determination to ensure no one else would come to harm because of their association with her.

She heard the slide of his belt as he removed it and quaked inside. Goosebumps popped up across her backside as he trailed the supple leather over her flesh. To this day she didn’t understand how an aching, hot butt could calm her rioting emotions while drawing tears of discomfort, or how the hurt could eventually morph into pleasure. But there was no denying her body sang in tune to the silent threat, warmed to the promise of blissful pain and the pleasure induced forgetfulness it could lead to. If he allowed it.

Kurt reached around and cupped one breast before pinching her nipple. “Give me your answer, Leslie.”

Need won out over good intentions and she succumbed to the pull of that deep, commanding tone. For the first time in almost four years, she didn’t want to think in terms of ‘what if’, instead, opting for ‘why not’. “I’ll take the swats, Sir.”

 

 

AUTHOR BIO:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking.  My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.

 

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#IStandWithAllison

Things are beginning to explode. Instead of taking cover- #IStandWithAllison

The following message is not from me: I am simply sharing it in hopes that the lunacy will be ended . I am sharing as requested.

Update (LONG POST, BUT PLEASE READ AND SHARE):

Apparently, lies are being spread that Allison Tee, who’s real name is Allison Travis, was not arrested on March 3rd, 2020, and arraigned on March 4th, 2020. This is an absolute lie. Allison WAS arrested, in front of her husband and children, that night. If she wasn’t arrested, why was she arraigned on blatantly false charges on March 4th, 2020?

If you want to do the research for yourself, for PROOF that there is no photoshop, editing, or alterations made to this picture, follow this link:

1. https://eapps.courts.state.va.us/ocis/landing/false
2. Scroll to the bottom of the page; click accept.
3. At the top left, click on the dropdown labeled, “Name.” Select “Case Number.”
4. At the top right, click on the dropdown labeled, “Court Please Select “Ablemarle General District Court.”
5. In the box labeled, “Enter a Case Number here,” copy the following number: GC20002474-00
6. Click search.

Here is your proof that these charges were filed. The fact that people do not believe that an individual filed these charges against Allison is utterly ludicrous. Especially when that individual does not have a track record of being truthful.

Please, share this message across social media. These attacks on someone’s character, that many of you know personally, are inexcusable and revolting. The fact that there are people who know her on an even more personal level that do not believe this is happening is…frankly pathetic and very telling on what kind of people they are as well.

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Desires: When secrets conflict with dreams

Welcome to this week’s Neverending Blog Tour and my guest is:

Daryl Devoré

and her contemporary billionaire romance

Desires

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The Heat rating of this sassy book is  – 4 out of 5 hot peppers

 

Blurb

When secrets conflict with dreams, love explodes. Desires is Daryl Devoré’s latest hot romance.

After a mistake by a surgeon’s scalpel shattered Fuchsia Quinn’s dance career, she picked up the pieces of her life and moved forward. As the owner of a small, struggling dance school in a depressed neighborhood she supplements her income with a late-night job at a strip club. Haunted by the fear of humiliation, if her secret is revealed, her life was under control until the night he walked into the club.

Peyton Lang, having run from an impoverished neighbourhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful billionaire. Frustrated that his current multi-million dollar project is stalled, Peyton drops in to LEATHER-ICIOUS for a quick drink and late night entertainment. What he saw was a beautiful redhead. What he found was he wanted her.

After a lusty night with a hot pole dancer, Peyton and Fuchsia’s worlds are about to collide.

 

N.B. This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title FL.E.S.H. The edition has a new title, new cover and has been revised.

 

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Peyton dropped the towel and sat next to Flame on the bed. “I think it’s time that I give you a proper good morning.”

“I think I love the sound of that.” She giggled. “Back in two secs.” She bolted across the room. A moment later she jumped back onto the bed and squirmed her perfect ass against the sheets.

He leaned forward. His lips meeting hers, softly at first, but passion bubbled, and their tongues danced about each other. A jolt hit his cock as she raked her teeth across his bottom lip. He kneaded her flesh. Her erect nipples peaked out from between his fingers. When he tickled his fingertips across her nipple, she closed her eyes and sighed.

“Open your eyes. Why do women always hide? Watch me. Watch how you respond. You’re so hot. Your nipples react so—” He interrupted himself by wrapping his lips around her right rosy bud and caressing it with his tongue. “See. Look how firm and… perky it is.”

Flame giggled.

He shook his head. “Yes, I said perky. I don’t think I’ve ever used that word before, but it describes your nipples perfectly.” He leaned over and brushed a kiss across her left bud. It quivered. His lips parted. He licked her pink flesh and then slipped her nipple between his teeth, closing his lips around it.

Flame’s back arched, pressing her breast into his face. Her breaths lengthened to long, deep, contented sighs.

While he lost himself in the pleasure of her breasts, Peyton stroked her dark brown patch of hair. He tapped the insides of her thighs, asking her to open her legs. Spreading her nether lips, he slid his finger from her pussy to her clit. He caressed the sides and circled her nub.

Flame tensed. Moans rumbled in her throat. Peyton slipped a finger into her wetness and stroked her. He adjusted his position so his finger faced upward, tickling the inside of her while his thumb made random circles on top of her clit.

She gripped the sheets, pulled her knees up, and splayed them to the sides, giving him more room to manoeuver. He increased his speed and was rewarded with a moan and a first spasm. Her muscles clenched on his fingers. She gasped as her whole body tensed.

He didn’t stop. He kept a steady pace, helping her revel in her pleasure. With a shudder, she relaxed. Placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, he whispered, “That’s the proper way to say good morning.”

 

How will she ever pull it off?

Today I have Sierra Brave with her Holiday smash:

 Triple Naughty Christmas

by

Sierra Brave

Triple Passion Play – Book Four

 

Blurb

Navigating the Yuletide season can be a challenge for anyone but after hosting their family Christmas celebration for more than fifteen years, forty-something mom, Trisha Marks-Davidson, believes she’s conquered Santa and tamed all of his reindeer. Anything but ordinary, Trisha’s family of seven consists of herself, her two husbands, Tommy and Ken, and their four kids. Despite their unusual situation, she’s cultivated a system for a fun-filled holiday packed with their own special traditions.

Trisha, Tommy, and Ken are pleased with the quiet, comfortable life they’ve built together but are disturbed to learn the novelty of their three-way union still hasn’t worn off for some members of their community even after nearly two decades. A last-minute decision to attend a neighborhood Christmas party could be the trio’s undoing. The opportunity to set the record straight is there for the taking but actions speak louder than words and temptation is all around them.

 

 

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Two husbands, four kids, a gaggle of nosy neighbors, a car accident, the best present ever, a naughty party, and a mother-in-law expected for Christmas. How will Trisha ever pull it off?

 

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Here is a taste of Triple Naughty Christmas:

It is your last taste of the holidays til next season.

 

“Whoa, cowboy, just where do you think you are going on Christmas Eve?” Trisha grabbed Ken around the waist while spearing him with a glare fierce enough to hold him in place as if he were a butterfly pinned to a 4-H, spreading board.

“Calm down, I’ll be back. I just have to run by the office.” As Ken held his hand in place on his head, Trisha noticed the touch of gray budding around his ears, the only indication he was a day over twenty-five. She examined his wrinkle-free face and sighed—regardless of his beauty, she wouldn’t let him get away with skipping out on family time.

“No, no, no, the office is closed! If you have to work on a holiday, at least do it from your home office.” Her bottom lip pushed upward, pressing against the top one and progressing towards a full pout.

Tommy rushed to his best friend’s rescue. “Geez, don’t do that to the poor guy. No one can argue with that face. It’s too cute.”

“Beware the pout.” Ken agreed with a nod.

Her nostrils flaring, she sulked, folding her arms across her chest as she turned her ire on Thomas. “So. you think it is okay for him to run out to work and leave us?”

“I’m sure Ken has a good reason for abandoning us.” Tommy lifted and lowered his eyebrows mischievously at Ken.

“Weak, Tommy…seriously weak…Thanks for having my back.” Ken’s lips pinched together as he stared at his husband. “I need to go get something I forgot.”

“I think you forgot it’s Christmas. What could be so important it can’t wait until after the holiday is over?” Trisha cleared a dish off the counter, keeping her eyes down while aggressively scrubbing the Formica with a damp sponge. “We’re supposed to bake treats and go see a movie. It’s our tradition.”

While turning his back to the kids and facing her, Ken nudged her arm until he got her to look at him. He widened his eyes, lifting his eyebrows high up his forehead. “I dunno, Trish. What do you think couldn’t wait until after Christmas?”

Her spine snapped straight and she pushed her shoulders back as his use of the word “dunno” caught her attention. Ken knew every damn thing, and if he didn’t, he sure as hell wouldn’t admit it. Getting the hint, she closed her eyes and shook her head as she remembered Ken had hidden a dragon’s horde of presents for the kids in the coat closet of his office. I’m a total jackass. She mouthed, “Sorry,” before anchoring a kiss onto Ken’s pink lips. He cupped the side of her face and pushed into the smooch, ignoring the retching sound effects coming from his children.

After separating, he pressed another peck against Trisha’s forehead before threatening, “You guys better cut it out or I’ll give your daddy an even longer good-bye lip-lock.”

While holding his hands up in a halting stance, Todd’s face filled with pained annoyance rather than true disgust. “That’s it. I’m out. If there is anything worse than seeing your papa kiss your mom, it has to be watching him kiss your dad! Peace!” He stuck out his index and middle fingers and folded down the other two and his thumb to make the sign before jumping off his stool and striding out the laughter-filled room.

 

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Other books in the Triple Passion Play series:

Can love between three survive? 

 

Rock You Like a Hurricane 

The Power of Three

Baby Makes Four

 

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