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Once upon a time, I was a monster

Hello!

October is coming to an end, but today is Halloween and I thought, as a last hurrah, you might like a little MONSTER story.

They say… “Nobody survives Ethan Reilly… “

My guest today on the

NEBT EBook

is

FELICITY BRANDON

with her newest book

FORBIDDEN

A Dark Necessities Prequel – Book Three

 

Lets get a little taste of the monster and his prey, shall we???

 

Once upon a time, I was a monster.

A predator who seized women just to get my kicks.

And then along came Lily. Lily—the light that chased my demons away.
Consumed with love for her, I finally put the sins of those torrid times behind me, until one dark day, everything changes.
I’m lured back into the shadows, the monster awoken again and now it will take every ounce of Lily’s submission to pull me back from the brink.
My betrayal sends our lives into a spiral of despair, and with justice looming on the horizon, it’s time we faced The End. 

Forbidden is a gripping, powerful, and emotional page turner with a breathtaking climax for fans of dark romance with a twist of true crime. It is the third in The Dark Necessities Prequels trilogy.

 

Giveaway:

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Universal Buy link:  http://mybook.to/Forbidden

 

Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/46761314-forbidden

 

OKAY, I”LL SHARE A SNACK….

The rhythmic patting at her clit which could so easily lull Lily into somewhere heavenly if only Ethan would allow it to continue for long enough vanished again, replaced by a hard strike to her pussy instead. She screamed this time, permitting the pent-up energy coursing around her body to be liberated as the pain spiked, but as soon as the sound was out, the gentle crop was back. Teasing her, luring her and forcing Lily back into the realms of pleasure again.

Oh, sir. She tried to gather her scattering thoughts.

Only Ethan could do this. Only he could make her feel this way. One moment he makes an admission that should shock her to the core, and the next he has her back against the ropes again, hurting her and pleasing her—all at the same time.

“Is that good?” he asked with a laugh, but all Lily could do was blink in response.

He had a fistful of her hair and she could barely move her head, and all she could think about was that relentless little tapping at her clit.

Tap, tap, tap.

Each soft lick goading her, and drawing her body closer and closer to ecstasy. 

And then the burgeoning pleasure was gone, and he brought he crop back down hard against her wetness instead, eliciting an even louder, guttural cry from her stretched lips.

“I said, is that good?”

Ethan’s voice was demanding.

Yes, sir.

She forced her reeling thoughts to answer him. Yes, sir. More. Please.

The sound of his dark laughter enveloped her as the tapping resumed, his hand tightening against her scalp.

“You’re going to come for me like this, pet,” he snarled from somewhere over her head.

Oh God. He was right, and Lily’s eyes squeezed shut in response. Much more of this and she was going to come. It was so good. It was all so good. All the pain and intensity of it. The way he was immobilizing her, the collar at her neck and the fucking horrible gag in her mouth. It was maddening, but it was working, pulling her rebellious body toward the highs that only Ethan had access to. The crop continued its magic, making her gasp and clench around the plastic in her mouth and the long plastic shaft still shoved into her arse. The aching fullness taunted her, reminding her who owned her body as Ethan’s crop tormented her clit through the hair of the tail he forced her to wear.

“That’s right.”

She blinked her eyes open at the sound of his growl, but Lily could barely take in anything. She didn’t see the garden furniture stacked neatly in front of her, or the numerous potted plants she’d been growing out here for years.

All there was now was Ethan and his wonderful darkness, and the knowledge that he was going to make her succumb. 

It was only a matter of time.

“That’s right,” he told her again. “You’re mine, little pet. Mine to leash, mine to plug and mine to torture.”

Yes, sir.

“Tell me!”

I’m yours.

“Louder!”

Oh fuck, Ethan. I’m yours, sir. She screeched the words as powerfully as she could from her head into his.

“And who owns this arse?” he demanded, tapping the crop against the base of the plug wedged into her behind.

Lily moaned at the change of tact. Her body missing the clitoral stimulation, yet the tremors he sent through the plug nearly made her come anyway.

You own it, Ethan.

She wanted to turn her head and see him, but the fist in her hair was having none of it. There was no moving. There was no independent thought.

There was only Ethan.

Ethan’s will and Ethan’s way.

“And this cunt?” he mused out loud, dragging the crop south from the butt plug to her dripping wet pussy. “Who owns this, Lily?”

Her breaths were coming out in short, sharp bursts by now, her mind struggling to keep up with the multitude of sensations he was creating throughout her body.

You! she yelled as she blinked at the hand-crafted pots. You own it, sir.

Ethan lifted the crop and Lily just had time to gasp before it came crashing down against her pussy again, the pain now morphing straight into heat as her body sought out the pleasure it knew it deserved.

He chuckled ominously at that thought.

“Oh, you deserve it baby,” he agreed as he spanked her pussy with the crop again. “And don’t you worry, I’m going to give it to you.”

 

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Marriage, Sex, and Spanking…

They go together like bread and butter unless you think your husband might want you dead!

 

 

Kryssie Fortune

is here today on the

Never Ending Blog Tour

to tell us about her Regency Romance,

HIS INNOCENT BRIDE

 

 

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HIS INNOCENT BRIDE

 

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Publisher’s Blurb

Going about her mundane life in a small fishing village, Alethea never dreamed she would end up with a man like the Earl of Deanswood, yet when she caught the handsome gentleman’s eye he wasted no time in making her his wife. Unbeknownst to Alethea, however, her conniving mother has convinced Deanswood that she has no interest in the marital bed. Devastated by his seeming disinterest, Alethea searches for someone to instruct her in the ways of enticing a man.

When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea’s plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea’s life is threatened by her mother’s vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?

Publisher’s Note: His Innocent Bride is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt  PG

Stonehurst’s eyes shone with mischief. “Your wife came to my establishment earlier. She offered me five guineas to fuck her.”

Deanswood spluttered and almost spat out his brandy. “She did what?”

Stonehurst leaned back and savored a second sip of his wine. “Do you want me to repeat it? After you’ve drawn everyone’s gaze? I didn’t take her money or screw her, of course. Let’s find somewhere to talk.”

Anger turned Deanswood’s features haughty and harsh. Fists curled, he glowered at his friend. Make that former friend. He’d rather beat Stonehurst senseless than talk. “You keep your bloody hands off her.”

All Deanswood had wanted was an heir and a spare. Instead, his wife barred him from her bed—unless a quick screw with no foreplay or kisses once a month counted. He’d rather have stayed single.

He’d dreamed of a wife with a warm smile and sweet nature. Curves that made his mouth water and his palms twitch would be a bonus. Leg-shackling himself to Alethea Allerton was the biggest mistake he’d ever made.

He should have made it clear that he expected to bear his children and submit to the occasional spanking. In return, he’d teach her about passion, bondage, and obedience. Until his mother-in-law collared him in the library, he’d been looking forward to his wedding night. His mother-in-law’s words had kyboshed that.

Stonehurst struggled to contain his laughter. “So, what really happened on your wedding night?”

“It’s none of your business,” Deanswood snapped.

Unabashed, Stonehurst grinned. “Your wife made it my business. Her dress sense is shocking. Is that why you couldn’t perform last night?”

Stonehurst was right. Alethea had involved him in the tangled mess of her marriage. “Did Alethea say I couldn’t… Of course, I could… Damn it, I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“It might help to talk about it,” Stonehurst suggested.

Deanswood sighed. “Nothing else seems to. After I’d thrown Lady Babs out, my new mother-in-law collared me in the library. She read me an endless lecture on the sins of marital sex. I’d rather take a dressing down from Wellington than endure that again.”

Inwardly, Deanswood fumed. Why the hell had his wife waited until after the ceremony to send her mother to tell him she didn’t want sex? He supposed she was eager to get her grasping hands on his fortune.

When he learned his wife planned to cuckold him, his eyes narrowed and lips thinned in anger. A trip to Gentleman Jackson’s boxing salon beckoned. Going a few rounds with the champion might calm his soul.

Stonehurst’s teasing manner vanished, and he held up both hands, palm out. “I never touched her. We’re attracting too much attention. Walk with me.”

Deanswood had fought alongside Stonehurst in the Peninsular War and again at Waterloo. They’d shared too much to fall out over a woman. That said, Stonehurst enjoyed the earl’s discomfort far too much.

 

Have you ever wondered…

 

Kryssie, Tell us about your writing process and the way you brainstorm story ideas.

Brainstorm? It’s more like batter them to death with a hammer. I start with a random scene in my head and work out how people got there. Sometimes that one scene doesn’t even make it into the story. Once I’ve got the first draft finished, I edit, and edit, and edit. The first readthrough is to check the plot works. The next three are to polish the words. After that, I print it out and read it again. Words look different on paper. Next, I read it out loud. Then, and only then, do Iet my husband read it. Not that he’s a romance fan, but I’m dyslexic. He sees things I don’t.

After all that, my editor still makes changes. 

 

More about Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie reads everything and anything, from literary fiction to sizzling romance. Her earliest memory is going to the library with her mother. She can’t have been more than two at the time. Reading, especially when a book’s hot and explicit, is more than a guilty pleasure. It’s an obsession. 

Kryssie loves to visit historic sites, from Hadrian’s wall to Regency Bath. The first book she fell in love with was Georgette Heyer’s The Unknown Ajax. After that, she devoured every regency book she could. Part of Kryssie’s psyche lives in in in Regency London. She longs to dance quadrilles and flirt behind fans. Of course, Kryssie’s heroines do far more than flirt. 

Kryssie lives in Bridlington on the Yorkshire coast –about thirty miles from Whitby, where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. She enjoys gardening, travel, and socializing with her author friends. You’d be surprised how many erotic romance authors live in the North of England!

 

 

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Kai and Gael are water and oil. They can never be blended.

She’s a princess and he’s an admiral. Can he tame her mutinous behavior

Copy of Bound to the Admiral-LC #2

 

Buy link: Amazon

 

Blurb:

When her parents choose a gruff, battle-hardened admiral as her mate and give her no say at all in the matter, twenty-one-year-old Princess Gael does not hesitate to make her displeasure known. Despite her protests, however, her old-fashioned yet undeniably sexy husband-to-be wastes no time in taking her over his knee and baring her bottom for a painful, embarrassing spanking when she defies him during an ancient ceremony intended to celebrate their union.
Fleet Admiral Kai Grenville has no doubt that taming his beautiful, feisty new mate will be a battle, but it is a battle he intends to win. If that means paddling Gael’s beautiful backside bright red with her panties stuffed in her mouth to teach her what happens to sassy mates, then so be it.
Though she does her best to remain indignant about her situation and Kai’s willingness to chastise her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Gael cannot deny her body’s response to his dominance, and when he claims her the pleasure is more intense than she would have thought possible. But with a plague ravaging their world and Gael’s reckless behavior putting her in danger, can Kai find a way to conquer her heart while also keeping her safe?

 

This standalone novel has a satisfying ending and can be read as a standalone or as part of the series.
Publisher’s Note: Bound to the Admiral includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

Learn more about the planet Devmaer and its sizzling people with the prequel novella Bound to the Past. It’s available FREE for a limited time on Book Funnel here. Or buy it here: Amazon

 

 

Let’s “unwrap” this little sample:

On the writing desk in Kai’s chamber lay a gift package. Wrapped in pale blue silk and tied with a midnight blue ribbon, it was clearly paddle-shaped. Paddles were a common joining gift in Senne. They were sold in shops along with binding ribbons and other ceremonial keepsakes. Gael knew that some couples treated them as a joke, leaving them in a drawer with pretty garters and other souvenirs. She’d seen some proudly displayed on mantelpieces beside family photos. But she never thought anyone would have the audacity to give her one. She didn’t often use her title and position to avoid unpleasantness, but she would have now if she could.

Kai handed it to her and the weight of it made her catch her breath. It was exactly what she feared. She read the small tag that hung from the midnight blue ribbon. To Princess Gael and Admiral Kai with every good wish for a happy union.

“You may open it,” he said, watching her intensely.

With an enormous effort she forced her demeanor to remain neutral, not wanting the dread surging through her to register on her face. “Who is it from?” she asked, grateful that her hands weren’t shaking as she undid the bow.

“You’ve seen the tag. You know as much as I do. My guess is that it must be from someone close to you, someone who knows how difficult it’s going to be for you to settle into a joined life for four years.” The corners of his mouth lifted in a knowing smile.

Gael stared at his resolute, unreadable face, wondering how she would manage for the duration of their mateship. Four years. That’s how long the vows would bind them. It might as well be forever.

When the silk fell away, she held a long-handled ochre-colored paddle. One side of the round head was decorated with Celtic knots. The other side had the words naughty girl carved into it backwards. She puzzled over it, tracing the letters with her index finger.

“It’s written in reverse so that when it’s properly used, at length and on the same spot, those words will be paddled into your backside.” Kai said coolly.

Gael shoved the package at him, trying to step away.

He caught her by the wrist and his huge hand engulfed hers. Once again, his muscular fingers imprisoned her wrist as effectively as an iron manacle. She was helpless against his superior strength. Worse still, the memory of how those powerful hands had lit her backside on fire and drenched her pussy weakened her at the knees.

“Don’t make your fate any worse that it is already,” he said, his voice soft.

Gael looked around the room, wide-eyed, as if an escape portal might magically appear.

Kai nodded at the paddle. “This is a fine gift. We must use it immediately for good luck.” He sat on the end of the bed, drawing her close to him.

 

The Lighthouses of Devmaer

Bound to the Past, prequel – FREE for a limited time here

 

Time Travel:

 

His Land, His Law

A Time For Will

 

Contemporary Romance:

 

Festive Fire – a Christmas romance

Romancing the Coasta 3 book box set. Individual titles available separately.

Simon in Chargea 3 book box-set. Individual titles available separately.

 

Libby Campbell in her own words:

My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.

Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club. 

Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.

My passions are reading and writing. I adore all animals and love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing. 

 

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Libby Campbell Answers a Question

This series seems to be darker than anything you’ve written before. Is it a new trend for you?

 

Yes and no. The series does have more sex and BDSM play but, like all my books, the erotica is underscored by caring relationships that build to great love.

I enjoy tracing the evolution of power-exchange relationships founded on trust, trial and error, love and laugher.

Copy of Bound to the Admiral-LC #2

 

She should have run while she had the chance…

Free was a relative concept when you belonged to Ethan Reilly.

 

Felicity Brandon

 

 

is here with me on the Never Ending Blog Tour with her newest book:

 

 

Book Two of her Prequel

 

to

 

 Dark Necessities series…

 

Fallen

 

 

 

Universal Buy link: http://mybook.to/Fallen

 

Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/45997110-fal

 

 

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Giveaway

 

 

Here is a nibble of what’s inside…

 

Once upon a time, I was a monster.

A predator who seized women just to get my kicks.

 

And then along came Lily. Lily—the light that chased my demons away.
Consumed with love for her, I finally put the sins of those torrid times behind me, until one dark day, everything changes.

 

I’m lured back into the shadows, the monster awoken again and now it will take every ounce of Lily’s submission to pull me back from the brink.

 

My betrayal sends our lives into a spiral of despair, and with justice looming on the horizon, it’s time we faced The End.

 

Forbidden is a gripping, powerful, and emotional page turner with a breathtaking climax for fans of dark romance with a twist of true crime.

 

It is the second in The Dark Necessities Prequels trilogy.

 

 

LETS TAKE A BITE of DANGER:

 

They spent the next few hours eating and shopping together. It was almost normal, and as he slid his fingers between hers, Ethan was able to delude himself. This was normal. They were like any other young couple out on the sunny autumn afternoon. It was only when they made their way to the local pet supplies store that the low-lying thrum of arousal between them began to burgeon again.

 

“Can I help you?”

 

The older man in the apron stood behind the counter and eyed them suspiciously as Ethan pulled Lily inside. The place was tiny, and they didn’t have much in the way of stock, but it would have to do. For now at least.

 

“I’m looking for a few basic supplies,” began Ethan as he strode toward the counter. “A leather collar, good, sturdy leash and, if you have one, a large pet bed?”

 

Ethan looked around and couldn’t see any evidence of pet beds at all, but since he was here, he thought he’d ask.

 

“Only what you see, pal,” remarked the older man.

 

Ethan’s gaze slid to Lily’s coloring face. The pet bed would have to wait for the time being.

 

“What size collar do you need?” His irritating northern lilt washed over Ethan, but he ignored the tone.

 

Nothing was going to ruin this moment.

 

Ethan eyed Lily’s neck, his gaze lingering until she panted. “Do you have anything suitable for a medium-sized dog?” he asked without even glancing back to the assistant.

 

“What breed?” huffed the older man. “Spaniel?”

 

That made Ethan’s lips curl. “Maybe a little bigger,” he replied, winking at his little flower. “Slightly larger than a spaniel.”

 

The man sauntered out from behind the counter and gestured toward a selection of leather collars on the left. “Something like this?” he suggested, pulling one from the rack and holding it aloft for Ethan to see.

 

Ethan shifted in his direction, inspecting the collar. “Do you have anything softer?”

 

The assistant threw him a skeptical glance. “You don’t want to go too soft,” he warned. “Your dog needs to learn his place.”

 

“Her place,” Ethan corrected him.

 

The older guy blinked at him. “Okay, her place.”

 

“Agreed,” said Ethan with a smile. His cock was rousing at all this talk of pet play, and he imagined how wet Lily’s pussy was likely to be. “But, I don’t want to hurt her.”

 

He reached for the collar in the man’s hands, rubbing his fingers over the unrelenting leather.

 

“What about this one?” The older guy pointed toward another row of collars nearer the floor.

 

Ethan turned to Lily. “What do you think of this one, darling?”

 

Her eyes widened as he referred to her directly, and slowly, she walked to join them. “I’m not sure.” Lily’s imploring gaze flitted to Ethan’s.

 

“Take a look,” Ethan insisted as he gestured to the selection the assistant meant. “We want to make sure it’s right for our little doggie, don’t we?”

 

Lily gulped as she leaned her body toward the collars. Ethan watched as she reached out for one with a shaky hand.

 

“Show me.”

 

His tone was commanding now, and her attention was back on him in a heartbeat. It was as though the guy from the shop had vanished altogether.

 

Slowly, she pulled one of the collars from its place and handed it to Ethan. He took it from her, ensuring their fingers grazed as the leather was passed from one hand to the other. This collar was much softer than the first, but looked easily large enough to fit comfortably.

 

“Perfect,” he mused, offering Lily his hand to help her up as he spoke directly to the assistant again. “And the leashes.”

 

“Just behind you,” the old man muttered as he wandered back to his counter. “Choose what you like and I’ll price them up for you.”

 

Ethan squeezed Lily’s hand as she came to stand beside him again.

 

This was going to be fabulous.

SURRENDER! THE VIKINGS HAVE ARRIVED

NINE CONQUERING REASONS TO

SURRENDER

 

Nine of your favorite authors of heart-pounding romance have come together to bring you an incredible collection.

 

Today, I have Ashe Barker and Felicity Brandon to share their tales of Viking domination with you!

 

 

 

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This delicious set of all-new Viking romances is available for a limited time at the heavily discounted price of 99p/99c.

 

Also on Kindle Unlimited (there’s even a paperback)viewbook.at/VikingSurrender

 

 

Filled with action and suspense, this summer’s hottest beach read comes in the shape of

Vikings!

 

Battle-hardened and broad-chested, with arms strong enough to sweep you off your feet, these warriors are pure muscle, with shoulders built for carrying you to bed.

 

Congratulations to the nine authors who’ve created this shared-world series of supreme alpha hotness: Ashe Barker, Lily Harlem, Felicity Brandon, Gianna Simone, Vanessa Brooks, Sassa Daniels, Sky Purington, Emmanuelle de Maupassant and Jane Burrelli.

 

A tiny Scottish settlement at the mercy of its enemies.

A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides.

 

Delivered into Viking hands, the brides of Achnaryrie now belong to their conquering masters but, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?

The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.

Against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland, join these indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.

 

This delicious set of all-new Viking romances is available for a limited time at the heavily discounted price of 99p/99c.

 

Also on Kindle Unlimited (there’s even a paperback)viewbook.at/VikingSurrender

 

What are other readers saying? Find out on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/46675556-vikings

 

 

Hot alpha vikings, strong feisty brides and steamy sex; whats not to love?

 

I couldnt stop reading
Caught my attention immediately

 

The world building is phenomenal

 

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Teaser snippets from the Prologue

 

 

The Vikings were merciless, murdering barbarians. And they were here.

 

With a despairing sob, Eithne turned from the sight below. She could still run, might be able to make it into the depths of the forest before the first of the raiders reached the village. She had perhaps a few minutes…

“To take up arms against men such as them would lead to certain death.”

 

“Better to die with honour—”

 

“Better still not to die at all. I have another idea. We shall negotiate.”

“By your presence here, I surmise you wish to speak with me.” He leaned down to murmur in her ear. “Or, if you prefer, there is still time to run for your life.”

 

“You would catch me,” she countered.

 

“Aye, probably.”

 

“And kill me.”

 

“It may not come to that.”

Intrigued, amused, and not a little astonished, Brandr folded his arms to regard her. “A bargain? You seek to bargain with me?”

 

“I do.”

 

The female held his gaze, an accomplishment which eluded many of his most hardened warriors. His respect for her audacity and fortitude nudged upwards. “Go on.”

Happy Reading

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This week on the Never Ending Blog Tour, it is my pleasure to have:

 

Libby Campbell

author of

Romancing The Coast Collection

US Amazon Purchase

In the beautiful Pacific Northwest, three feisty women are living happy lives of financial independence and social autonomy.

None of them are aware of the storms gathering on the edges of their orderly worlds, about to challenge everything they thought they wanted from life.

The winds of change arrive in the shape of three sexy alpha men.

These men shun political correctness as they seek to challenge, conquer, protect, and possess the strong gorgeous women who intimidate mere mortals.

Here is a nibble of what’s inside this box set:

Excerpts (ages 18+):

Seeing Ronnie:

[Del catches Ronnie snooping at the house where they are attending the engagement party]

“Let’s put it this way, you can take a spanking and we’ll draw a line under this incident.” Del stepped closer to her. “Or I can march you downstairs, past all the guests, and we’ll show Simon how I just found you and what you had in your hand.”

Ronnie pictured all the gathered dignitaries: people of wealth and influence from all walks of life. Politicians, business people, artists, dancers, writers, musicians, all milling around downstairs. Everyone who was anyone for a hundred miles was at this party.

Her face burned at the thought of the public humiliation. She’d be ridiculed for months to come.

“Okay I’ll take the stupid spanking—on one condition.”

“Which is?”

“You can’t tell a soul.” Her voice came out wheedling, but his expression didn’t change. In the midst of her anger and bluster, another sensation simmered, a strange, tangled response to his threat, to the way he stood in front of her, his face stony and resolute.

Moistness dampened her panties and her nipples tightened.

Del seated himself at the end of the bed. “That’s fair enough. For now. If you behave for the rest of the day, you have my word that this will stay between the two of us. Now take off your hat, lift your skirt and lie across my knees. You may leave your panties on. This time.”

“This time?” she snorted. “Like you really think this is ever going to happen again?” Ronnie’s face was so hot she was sure it would combust.

“The longer it takes you to present yourself, the worse this is going to be.” Del’s voice dropped to an ominous level.

She glanced around the room to make sure no one could see or hear what was about to take place. Without asking Del, she darted over to the French doors leading to the upstairs balcony and closed them, shutting out the murmur of laughter and conversation drifting up from the lawn below. She hoped fervently that she had also cut off any noise from the bedroom traveling the other way.

When she got back to where Del sat, her mouth dry and palms sweating, she fumbled her hat off and placed it on the chair by the fireplace. Her long red hair fell across her face, partly shielding the embarrassed blush coloring her cheeks.

“I’ve never been spanked before,” she said in a mouse-like voice and hated herself for her timidity. She stood before him, staring at her feet.

“Then you’re overdue, aren’t you?” Del took her hands in his. He brought one then the other to his lips before looking up at her and speaking again. “This will hurt but it won’t be anything you can’t bear. If it really gets to be too much, simply say safeword and I will stop. Then we will have to find another way for you to pay for your misbehavior. I think you’ll find that a spanking is the fastest and easiest way to atone. Do you agree?”

Ronnie nodded, biting her lip.

Holding Cynthia:

Cynthia is about to move to the West Coast to be closer her daughter. As her plane touches down in her new city, she steels herself for the new life ahead. When she finds Antony, someone she thinks of as a dear friend, waiting at the arrivals gate, a wave of gratitude and desire floods through her.

She is tired and aching beyond all memory, so Antony takes charge. Very quickly, he realizes there is something wrong, very wrong, with Cynthia’s health. He insists that she see a doctor.

She says he is overprotective. He agrees. He is also determined to look after her if she won’t look after herself. A trip over his knee shakes Cynthia to the core. In spite of herself she likes – she wants – this loving correction.

Is Antony too much, too soon, or is he just what the doctor ordered?

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[Antony is about to give Cynthia a massage after her bath. He knows she is unwell and wants her to take better care of herself.]

“Not yet,” he said. “Lie down on your stomach. I told you I’m a bit of a masseuse.” He threw back the covers. “You’re about to get the full Antony Jacobson treatment.”

She didn’t argue even though her sulky face said she wasn’t happy about being nude. Too bad, he liked her that way. She had a beautiful body. Not perfect like a younger woman’s, but one that satisfied the Japanese definition of beauty called wabi-sabi, an appreciation of life’s imperfections and impermanence. Cynthia was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen.

Pouring oil onto his palm, he rubbed his hands together to heat it. He started at the base of her spine, gently moving up toward her shoulders. “I’m just doing a bit of effleurage to warm and ease your muscles. I’m not going to do anything too dramatic today. I’m not skillful enough to give you what you really need. That’s okay because you’ll get more appointments with Tiffany [the massage therapist] and give me the dates and times so I can make sure I get you there.”

Cynthia’s face was turned sideways on the pillow. Her garbled reply was something like, “I don’t know if I have time for more appointments.”

He stopped massaging and with an oily hand smacked her right butt cheek. Hard.

“If you don’t have time for Tiffany, you’re going to collect a whole more of those from me, understood?”

Silence.

Slap.

“I said, understood?”

“Yes! I understand. You’re ruining a perfectly good massage.”

“No, you are by not answering me appropriately. Remember rule number one: look after yourself?” His hands trailed from her shoulders down to her waist. She said nothing.

Antony stopped massaging.

Cynthia said quickly, “Yes, I remember.”

“After watching you today, I’ve decided rule number one is look after yourself and engage in a program of aggressive self-care.”

“Aggressive self-care?” she said it like a question.

“By that I mean you should carve out at least one to two hours a day when you do nothing but look after yourself. That might be napping or going for a walk. It might just be reading a book. Find the things that you want to do, that keep you centered. Be sure to include exercise, massages when you need them and preparing proper meals, to make sure you’re getting a decent diet. Tu me comprends?”

She smiled at his use of the familiar noun-verb combination.

“Yes, I understand. I understand that your accent isn’t improving.”

Antony smiled too, before smacking each buttock cheek half a dozen times. She tried to put her hands back to stop him but he was too fast.

“This is just the beginning of some changes in your life that you may not like. But you will adapt to them or risk a lot more time over my knee. Laugh all you like but my rules are only going to get firmer.” He started massaging the tops of her thighs. “You up to the challenge?”

“Ha. I know I am, but what about you?” she teased.

“There’s nothing I’d rather do with my time.”

Trusting Ingrid:

Ingrid Nickel doesn’t want to go into rehab. Again. She tried it once but it didn’t work.

When she meets Lachlan Morrison, the connection is electric. She sees a handsome man, directing and challenging, who won’t be intimidated by a powerful woman like her. He sees a woman whose bluster and sarcasm is a cover for something deep inside her that is badly broken.

The daughter of a grifter, Ingrid has grown up street-wise and lawless. Lachlan has rescued more than one creature whose bark was worse than its bite.

Will his stern, loving magic work on Ingrid?

Trusting Ingrid

“So you can trust me, we should have a safe word.”

“Safe word?” her voice was almost inaudible.

“Yes, a word you can say to tell me that you’ve had enough. When you simply cannot stand another second of what I’m doing to you.”

“So I can stop the spanking whenever I want?”

“That’s not the intention, but of course you could. Just as you could stop the intimacy between us whenever you want. One won’t necessarily lead to the other, but any overuse of the safe word would undermine what the spankings are all about. If you use the safe word more than once, that would very likely end our relationship.” He hugged her a little tighter. “The safe word is only meant to be used in extreme circumstances. It’s an escape hatch. You wouldn’t use it any more than you’d call 911 because you couldn’t get a taxi on a wet day. The word will be there to help you, not carry you past some minor level of discomfort. I have years of spanking experience. Believe me, I have a fair idea of how much you’ll be able to bear.”

Ingrid digested what he was saying, wishing to hell that he’d just get on with it and stop making her think so much. She was thrumming from the mere idea of being over his knee. Didn’t he warn her that cock teasing would get her spanked? How was it fair that he could make her so horny and do nothing about it without consequences?

“What do you want to use as your safe word?”

“I have to choose one?” This was too damned hard already. She had to consent to the spanking. On top of that, she had to choose her own freaking safe word? Then she had to not use it in case that convinced him that she was trying to stop more than the spanking? She wasn’t prepared for any of this, no more than she was prepared for the way he seemed to be taking over her life. “I don’t know. I can’t think of one just like that, like pulling ideas out of the air.”

Lachlan chuckled. “You’re pretty defenseless already, aren’t you? Okay I’ll choose one for you. How about rescue.”

“Yes, that’s just fine. Thank you very much.”

Lachlan unwrapped his arms from around her, and taking her wrist, spun her to face him. After what they’d just talked about, she couldn’t look him in the eye.

“You’re all shy now are you, lass?” For a second his voice took on the strong Scottish accent that frequently crept into Glyn’s speech.

Ingrid’s body vibrated in response. Let’s get the spanking over with, she thought. I can’t wait for the main feature.

Lachlan reached for her cardigan, pushing it off her shoulder. “It’s time for you to strip so we can start today’s session.”

“Strip?” She tried to wriggle away, but Lachlan caught her wrist in a tight grip. “Yes, strip. For one thing I want to feast my eyes on your gorgeous body. For another, being naked is a deeper form of submission. Laying yourself bare is an important ritual that says you accept what is coming.” Ingrid bristled, successfully wrenching away from him this time.

“All my clothes?”

She liked the word relationship. She wasn’t so fond of the word strip.

Lachlan stepped past her, closer to the fire. “Okay. It’s your first time. I think naked from the waist down will be enough. Then you will come over here.”

He pushed an ottoman in front of the hearth. “You will kneel in front of this, your bottom facing the fire, your upper body pressed into the top of it. Now you know the reason for the raised hearth; it delivers heat to upraised buttocks without scorching the lower legs or feet.”

“It was designed with that thought in mind?”

“Absolutely. Glyn and I discussed it at length.”

The image of Glyn and Lachlan analyzing the correct height to set a hearth, so a fire could pre-heat a woman’s bottom for a spanking, left Ingrid speechless. A faint mewing sound escaped her.

Lachlan smiled slightly. “Are you ready?”

Ingrid nodded, afraid to attempt words.

“Sit down, I’ll help you take off your boots.” His voice sounded kind, like a gentleman casually offering to help a lady remove her coat.

Ingrid slumped as Lachlan knelt at her feet. He unzipped the boots, loosened her boot stays, and with more tenderness than she’d have guessed possible, slid first one boot off and then the other.

He laid them on the ground beside her. Time slowed to a crawl for Ingrid. Shocked by how direct he was, how clearly his plans were laid out, she sat dumbfounded for a minute. Start with the easy things, she told herself and began to peel off a sock.

“Leave your socks on,” Lachlan said.

She looked at him quizzically.

“You don’t know? I’ll explain later.” Lachlan stood, moving away from her again. “Take off your jeans and panties. Now. Then assume the position. Don’t make me ask you twice.”

Disclaimer: The Romancing the Coast boxset contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in collection should be interpreted as Blushing Book’s or the author’s advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

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Libby Campbell in her own words:

 

I’m in love with love. My romance stories feature strong, self-reliant women who challenge the powerful men who love them.

My books are set in the Pacific Northwest, a part of the world I know well and love deeply.

I’ve lived all over Canada, but the best decision of my life was when I moved to Australia to marry my leading man. After many years there, we moved back to the Pacific Northwest. We now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.

My passions are reading and writing. I also love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing.

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Question time with Libby Campbell

Q: All the women in your books seem to be pretty well set up with careers and jobs when they meet their matches. Is this a coincidence?

When there is a real inequity between partners, especially where he is richer, taller, older, bigger etc, then he has the dominant advantage to start off with. I want my alphas to have more of a challenge, so I level the playing field.

I give her a lot of the status that might otherwise be part of his allure. If her life has a solid foundation, then he must work harder to impress and capture her.

Q: Where did the ghosts come from in Seeing Ronnie?

The small city where I live isn’t that old. It was first settled in the mid-nineteenth century, but it is considered one of the most haunted spots in Canada. Ronnie’s ghosts are based on a story told to me by one of my most “show me, I’m from Missouri-type” friends.

He was working as auditor downtown and turned up early at a new location one day. As he entered the ground floor of two-story office building, he heard voices and the sound of an old-fashioned industrial saw running somewhere close. That was odd, he thought, as he was in the middle of the city with no industry nearby.

As he walked up the stairs, he encountered a pocket of icy air, even though it was a hot July morning. The sound disappeared on the other side of the cold cell.

Later he learned the building was known to be haunted by the sawmillers who’d died on that spot a hundred years before.

Right after that, I started writing Ronnie and ghosts appeared almost the minute she stepped onto Seguro Island.

Can a sexy soldier convince her to give love another chance?

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Sierra Brave

Author of

Crystal Coast Love Connection

 Crystal Coast Romances Series

 

 

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After leaving a bad relationship, marine biologist, Jessica Butler has

sworn off love and relationships but can’t resist a night of no-strings

passion with hunky soldier, Captain Chase Culpepper. Their evening

sizzles, leaving Jessica satisfied, but when Chase wakes up alone the

next morning, he’s determined to make her his own.

The faster Jessica runs away, the more Chase finds to love about her.

What will it take for him to win her trust and her love?

 

 

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Want a little taste of what’s inside?

 

His lips pressed against hers as she reached around his waist, clutching

his ass and squeezing both cheeks over his jeans. His pulse raced—he

loved how she wasn’t afraid to show she wanted him. His tongue

flickered across the seam of her lips, and she widened her mouth as if

to welcome him. A frenzied rush of movement flowed as they tasted

each other, igniting Chase’s passion.

 

She grabbed at the back of his sweater, inching it upward. He broke the

kiss to help her, pulling it off over his head and letting it fall where it

would. His breath caught. Does she want me as much as I want her? Not

able to hold back, he tugged at the hem of her tank top, yanking it up

just enough to expose her breasts. She gasped as the cold air hit her

perky nipples, instantly hardening them. He placed a hand over each

lobe, caressing them.

 

Jessica surprised him, leaning over and pressing his face into the scant

hair across his pectorals. She nuzzled the area, and his flesh tingled. He

grabbed an old cushion off one of the rocking chairs and dropped it

before kneeling on top of it, leaving his face in the perfect position to

grab her zipper with his teeth while he unsnapped the button above. He

pulled her pants down to her ankles before nestling his nose against

her soft cotton panties.

 

She grasped his hair as he jerked her underwear down. When the cool

breeze hit her bottom, she squealed, lifting on her toes. Chase took the

opportunity to lap at her clit while warming her ass by rubbing the

round globes. As he flicked his tongue against her pink flesh, Jessica’s

knees wobbled, but she steadied herself by grabbing his shoulders.

Chase hopped up on his feet and then lifted her. He placed her in the

rocking chair that still had a cushion over the seat. She positioned her

hands on the brightly painted wooden arms, wrapping her fingers

around the edge as he removed her tennis shoes and yanked her jeans

all the way off.

 

He kicked the cushion on the floor so it was in front of Jessica and

dropped on his knees.

 

“Spread those sexy legs, Jessie.”

 

“I don’t usually let anyone shorten my name, but I like the way it

sounds coming out of your mouth.”

 

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About Sierra:

Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of smoking hot romance. She writes across genres, dabbling in a little bit of everything, including ménage and BDSM.  Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school when she first read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.

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