Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Presenting: The Murderess, by the Awesome Allison West

Loooooook! I have some new amazingness for you tonight!

The Murderess, by Allison West offers love, danger and dystopian erotic adventures, featuring a kick-ass heroine and a virtuous prince. Toss in a royal harem and a Courtesan Slave Trade, and she has a winner! Need I say more?

Amazon Link

Here's a little teaser from the book itself.

He needed time away from the palace. With twelve gorgeous courtesans that gave him everything he could desire, who would he send away? He tried not to think about the life they'd be subjected to. It wasn't a secret that the women weren't sent home to their families. The Courtesan Slave Trade had prospered tremendously and the thought made Aaron physically ill. Most courtesans found themselves subject to the black market, traded as a slave for the most affluent buyer, unless other arrangements were made. His girls deserved a better send off.
For months he'd been forced against his wishes to choose a courtesan to leave the palace. Though difficult, he'd chosen the older and least desirable to him, preferring young virgin women. He'd snuck the girls out during the night, helping aide in their escape. They deserved to be happy. If King Gideon ever discovered what Aaron had been up to, the punishment would be atrocious. Aaron would have to make sure no one said a word. He could trust his older brother James, but August would take any chance he had to get on his father's good side. Aaron didn't know how Henry would react. His brothers all enjoyed the monthly allotment of women and the royal harem.

About the Author
Allison is a sassy,
fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t
wait for her next vacation.
Allison writes
romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her
down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her
choose between the two, she loves them equally.
Allison West also
writes under Ravyn Rayne and Ruth Silver.

Thanks for reading!!!


Monday, December 21, 2015

Presenting: A Little Sunshine, by the Grand Masters of Naughty, Abbie Adams and Maggie Ryan #spanking

It doesn't get any sexier than this! Tonight, instead of bringing you one tantalizing spinner of naughtiness I bring you two! A Little Sunshine was penned by two infamous masters of tease, the magnificent Maggie Ryan and the outrageous Abbie Adams. The mind boggles when you try and picture the hijinks those two got up to as they weaved their wicked plot. Anyway, enough from me - sit back, grab a cocoa and enjoy this tantalizing little bite of saucy oooh!
"Come here, little girl. It's your turn."
"What?" Her head snapped back in his direction and her eyes connected with his dangerous, gray glare.
"I only give instructions once, so you had better pay attention to me, young lady. I want you in front of me now." His already deep tone of voice lowered. It didn't reassure her, instead making her a little more aware of the predicament she was in. How had she gotten herself into this again?
She moved quickly to obey his command that time, even though she was trying to figure out what to say or how to protest, but words wouldn't spring to mind, much less leave her lips. Her fingers still wanted to pick at and rub each other endlessly. Standing in front of him, Sunny felt awkward and now had a new understanding of that phrase about knees knocking.
He studied her without any sign of shame, his dark heated gaze travelling slowly over her small body.
"So, you are fascinated by spanking, are you?" His left eyebrow arched dangerously.
"No!" She finally found her voice and could feel her cheeks turning red.
"But you liked watching. Are you now trying to lie to Daddy?"
She gulped hard, trying to keep her mouth from falling open. Had he said Daddy? She couldn't look at his face anymore.
"I just—I don't know. It's barbaric," she stuttered. Oddly enough, she'd never had a stuttering problem prior to that night.
"Perhaps, but you liked it, and now it's your turn because it is not nice to watch when you don't have permission. You're going to learn very quickly that a punishment spanking is not fun. Pull your pants down and put yourself over my lap and I'll take it easy on you for obeying."
"No!" she gasped, turning to run away as reality sank in. She was going to be spanked by him! He was really going to do it. Trent caught her arm in his with one hand and the other easily tugged her stretchy leggings down. She was flailing, but it was useless. With a strong tug, she was upended. His muscular thighs were hard against her tummy, his torso warm against her side, and his arm across her back held her tightly in place.
"No. Let me go! Oh, please don't do this. Oh no, no, no," she wailed.
"You can stop the theatrics; they won't get you anywhere. Little girls who are naughty get spanked." His other hand came to her hip and pulled her tighter against him. "And, we both know you were a very naughty little girl, don't we?"
Oooh errr, that was very naughty, wasn't it! Well, if you want to read the rest of this delicious bit of wicked, please click here! And to explore more stories by these saucy minxes, please check out these following links!
Maggie Ryan
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Abbie Adams

Thanks for reading! Love,


Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Inside Heather's Brain - Is it a Giraffe or An Elephant? My Thoughts on Editing Before Finishing #ASMSG #Amwriting

Today I would like to share something of a discussion I had with a young writer earlier in the week. Her plight is not unusual - she's an awesome writer (I've read a few snippets,) but she has yet to bring any of her stories to their final conclusion.

The problem, we think, is that she wants every word to be perfect from the get-go. She will write a single chapter, then will edit and polish that single chapter to death. But somewhere along the way she loses the plot (excuse the pun,) and what began as the best idea since Harry Potter, fizzles and dies until she views it as little more than a festering pile of dung. So what should she do?

Before I share what we discussed, let me just say this - there are as many ways to write a novel as there are books on Amazon. If some other method works for you - great! That's fabulous! Keep up the good work! Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments section below.

I never edit until I've finished the first draft. Not really. I might tweak something that's staring me in my face, shouting "fix me you fool!"  - like correcting the sentence I'm working on - but that's about it. I never look back. Why? Here's what we discussed.
  1. Are you perfecting a giraffe or an elephant? Until you pen, "The End," do you even know what a perfect paragraph looks like? Novels are organic things, they evolve as you go. Your perfectly-penned passage might very well become redundant and end up on the cutting room floor.  (Remember to save deleted passages in a file - they might inspire other works.)
  2. There is a magical sense of accomplishment when you finally finish a book. By dithering over the details you're potentially denying yourself that rush you get when you pen those final words. From what I've seen, writer's that finally cross the finish line are far more likely to repeat the experience and finish more books.
  3. By getting to the end quickly, the journey seems less arduous. If you commit to, say two to three thousand words a day without loitering at the start line, it's amazing how quickly you can churn out a novel. Premature editing will just slow you down.
  4. When you do get to the end, like puffs of smoke from a moving train your novel will suggest new ideas that weren't on the ticket at the beginning. You will never experience this sitting in the station on platform one.
So, in a gist this was pretty much what she and I discussed. I felt her pain. I was there with her doing the same thing for the longest time. But if I can testify to anything, old habits can change. If we want them to. Those are the real magic words.

Writing is a journey with infinite roads and as many destinations. Thank you for sharing this piece of the path with me.


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

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


Monday, December 14, 2015

Presenting: My Sassy Settler, by the Ever-So-Sassy Maggie Ryan!

Tonight, I bring to you My Sassy Settler, which is the second book in the Willamette Wives series, and also continues the story of Anna and Richard, Charity and James, and other characters first introduced in Maggie Ryan's bestselling book: His Passionate Pioneer.  Here's a saucy teaser from the book:

"Go ahead and take off your apron," he instructed as he moved away.
Obeying, she untied the bow at her back and then hung the apron on its hook. Her hands itched to at least pour the water over the dishes but his next words had all thoughts of housekeeping flying from her mind.
"Come here, Agatha."
Looking towards him, she saw that he had moved his chair out from the table. He'd taken a seat and was holding out his hand. Swallowing hard, she took the first step that would change the dynamic of their marriage. Walking to him, she stopped when she reached his side.
"Do you remember why you are going to be spanked?"
"Y-yes," she whispered.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir, I remember."
"Good." He patted his lap. "Right over now."
She could feel her face flush but obediently bent to lie across his knees. A soft gasp escaped her as she felt unbalanced but he put an arm around her waist and pulled her tighter against his body.
"I've got you, darlin'. I won't let you fall. Put your hands flat on the floor."
Planting her hands on the floor, she realized that the only contact possible with her feet were the very tips of her boots, and yet she felt secure. That was until he began to lift her skirts.
"What are you doing?" she gasped.
"Baring your bottom for your spanking," he answered, her skirts and petticoats lifting higher.
"Exactly," he said as he laid the yards of fabric onto her back. "Your little butt is my target, and I'll need to see it to deliver your spanking."
"My Pa never—"
"Agatha, I'm not your Pa. I am your husband. I told you that spankings given to a child differ from those given to a wife. I'm also telling you that I will be the one to decide not only how to position you, but how your clothing will be adjusted if you are wearing any."
Wearing any? Surely he couldn't mean… Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt the tie at the back of her waist being tugged at. "What are you doing?"

To buy a copy of this book for your very own, click here.

Maggie Ryan is an author for Blushing Books.  She writes both contemporary erotica and historical spanking romances.  She describes herself as "one of the squeakiest clean girls on the planet as I would spend hours in the tub so I could read without being bothered. "

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Don’t miss these exciting titles by Maggie Ryan and Blushing Books!
Charming Isabella
Louisa Revealed: Women of Wintercrest Book 1
Lord Edward’s Law: Women of Wintercrest Book 2
Claimed: Women of Wintercrest Book 3
Lucy Surrenders:  Women of Wintercrest Book 4
Summer Solace
Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca
Lucy’s Journey Home:  Hunter’s Ridge Book 1
Homecoming: Hunter’s Ridge Book 2
Reunion: Hunter’s Ridge Book 3
Designed for Submission: Divine Designs Book 1
A Submissive's Dream: Divine Designs Book 2
Treasured Submission
Haven’s Promise: Divine Designs Book 3
The Christmas Pickle
A Submissive’s Gift: Divine Designs Book 4
Rosie’s Resolutions (Masters of the Castle)
My Charming Valentine (Corbin’s Bend)
Miss Summers’ School: Lessons in Submission, Book One
Cherry’s Jubilee: Lessons in Submission, Book Two
Ever  Lasting Hope (Corbin’s Bend)
An  Author’s Angst (Corbin’s Bend)
Realizing Her Dream (w/ Laurel Jane)
His Passionate Pioneer
My Sassy Settler
A Little Sunshine (written w/ Abbie Adams)
So there you have it! I hope you enjoyed this little sampler and hope to see you same time next week!
Thanks for reading!

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Look Santa - Unabashed Naughty! #Christmas #Erotica #ASMSG

In a few days I will be in the air heading over to Merry Ole England for the holidays. I am blessed to have family on both sides of the pond, but this year I want to spend Christmas with the English crowd. There is something very special about the spirit of Christmas over there - it has this amazing Victorian/Dickensian thing going on. Give me my family, a hot mince pie and a snowball (advocaat and lemonade) and you have a happy Heather!

So before I go, I wanted to share a little of my two Christmas stories with you. When I wrote them I felt a little of that magical Christmas spirit, and through my words I would love to pass that feeling onto you. Merry Christmas, everyone!

The following snippet is from Spy Games 3 - A Swinging Christmas!

On Christmas morning Kassie found herself tied up tighter than a turkey bird. She could

barely move or cry out, her bonds were so tight. When Robert told her he had something to show

her in the kitchen, this was not what she had in mind. She watched him now in his paper party

hat as he finished slicing up an onion, then scooped the severed layers into a large, stainless steel


"Stuffing's ready."


She shot him a killer look and continued working against her restraints. She couldn't

argue with him, not with a red-ball gag filling her mouth. All she could do was pray no one was

staring at her through the kitchen window. She must have looked a proper idiot trussed up naked

as the day she was born on the kitchen island like this. They might mistakenly think the stuffing

was meant for her.

"Look, you should have covered this in your initial training. How your first agency ever

expected you to survive in the field without teaching you basic escape techniques is a total

mystery to me."

"Mmph!" As she struggled against her bonds, he used a wooden spoon to shove the

prepared stuffing into the sacrificial turkey. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. "Dinner

will be in three hours. Let's just hope you can wriggle your way out before then, or I'll be eating

alone, and you'll get a good spanking instead of what's under the tree."

His skill with rope was too good, and she was never going to get herself out. As she

pondered the misery of three whole hours on this stupid island, his phone, which he'd left right

by her head, began to vibrate. Robert washed his hands in the sink and answered the call. After a

few seconds he put the phone down and with a flick of his wrist cut the cords around her wrists

and ankles, giving her a friendly slap on the backside when he was done.

"Fun's over. We've got a job to do."
My other Christmas book was written under a different pen-name - Jill Jackson. Jingle Belles is a merry little tale based on a classic Christmas favorite, A Christmas Carol.

Once the pair had reached climax, Ollie untied her wrists so they could snuggle into each other. Then Ollie started, and pulled away. He reached down and pulled something out from under the mattress. "Oh, I almost forgot. I brought one of your Christmas presents with me. I meant for you to open it earlier, but lost all train of thought once you were naked on the bed. It might be a little squashed now."

She laughed as he put the roughly wrapped item into her hand. Whatever it was, it was heavy and stiff and she wrapped her knuckles on the surface. Her brows wrinkled, perplexed.

"Go on, open it."

She was still laughing as she opened it. The thing was about twelve-inches long, made of wood, with a long handle. "You bought me...a chopping board?" 13

"Ha, you idiot. It's a paddle?"


"Yes, and I plan to spank you with it whenever you're naughty."

"Like when?"

"Like now!" He stole it from her hands and playfully turned her over. In a flash she felt the smooth side of the paddle wallop her bare backside. She tried to turn over again but was laughing so hard she lost all control of the situation and Ollie thwacked her again.

"Give me that!"

At last she managed to break free of his grasp, and on her turn, she roughly clasped his penis. "Shouldn't a punishment be followed by reward?"

"You got that right!"

So there you have it. Merry Christmas, everyone!

Monday, December 7, 2015

Presenting: The Code of the West, by the Captivating Kelly Dawson

Today I got me a wild one! Hold onto your breeches and slap your thighs because tonight I'm showcasing the amazing Kelly Dawson.  Kelly is an unabashed cowboy lover and you'll get that yeee haaaw feeling when you read her stuff.
The Code of the West is a standalone sequel to The Ways of the West and just to put you in the mood for more, here's a daggone snippet from the book!
“I’m not a child!” she protested.

            “No,” Mr Jordan agreed, sliding down off his gelding. “I wouldn’t do to a child what I’m about to do to you. What were you thinking? There’s no doctor within 200 miles – you could have been killed!”

            “But I wasn’t,” she pointed out. “We were fine.”

            She watched in morbid fascination as Mr Jordan took off his gun belt, draping it over the saddle of his horse. Then he rolled up his sleeves to the elbows to expose corded, muscular forearms. He was really going to do it! There were no wooden spoons out here – was he just going to use his hand? The thought intrigued her. She took in his sheer size, his incredible strength, his powerful muscles, his well-toned body. She took note of his huge, calloused hands. She gulped. Somehow, she didn’t think Mr Jordan would need anything other than the palm of his hand to ignite a fire in her backside.

            “I gave you an order,” he told her sternly, but so quietly that she could barely hear him.

            “I’m not much good at taking orders.” She waved her hand dismissively. “It was just me and Neil for a long time. I’m not used to being obedient.”

            “Well you’re about to learn.”







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

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Thank you for stopping by!

Saturday, December 5, 2015

Presenting: A Swinging Christmas, By Heather Hart #asmsg #erotica

Pull up your stockings, grab a warm mug of cocoa and snuggle with your loved one under a cozy fleece blankie because  - - dun dun duuuun -  - it's here at last!!! A Swinging Christmas is the third book in the Spy Games Series and hand on heart, it's my personal favorite so far.  I wanted to do a little holiday romp, but it's so much more than just a cutesy Christmas story. There are plot twists enough to satisfy even the twistiest reader, there's humor to titillate the funniest Joe, and of course, there's sex, sex, sex. What's not to love? Here's a dollop of cream to go with that hot cocoa!

In a sequined, short cocktail dress, and with her curls loosely held in an up-do, Kassie looked a billion dollars. There was no denying it; Kassie's beauty always shone a little brighter whenever they had a mission to do. If he were honest with himself, he had to admit that it irked him a little bit that she didn't quite shine so brightly for him. It also irked him that the Firm had created this niche around them; it felt like any job involving a sexual angle was thrust their way these days. It didn't bother him so much, but he hated the way they used her. If it were up to him, they'd get out of the game in a heartbeat, and had suggested as much to Kassie. But she wouldn't hear of it. She loved what she did and nothing was going to change her mind.

"Come here."

She did as he asked, and he stared down at her flawless foundation and ruby lips, cupping her face in his palms. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you."

He took her hand and admired the beautiful diamond bracelet she wore on her wrist. "Do you like your Christmas gift?"

Kassie glanced down and twirled the bracelet around, admiring the flawless diamonds. "Yes. It's very beautiful, and goes perfectly with my dress. Talking of which, it's getting late. Shouldn't we get going?"

He glanced at the clock by the side of the bed. "No. We have time. How long did it take you to put on this face?"

"A few minutes," she said, quizzically.

"Good. Kiss me."


"Excuse me?"

At once she became his slave, and bowed her head in apology. "Sorry, sir."

He tilted her chin up and smeared the lipstick across her mouth and onto her cheek before kissing her hard. "Go to the bed, take off your panties, bend over, and raise your dress."

Without hesitation she did as instructed, and for a moment he admired the perfect roundness of her backside orbs. "You know why you're going to be punished, don't you."

"Yes, sir."

"And why is that?"

"Because I was disobedient and questioned you."

"Exactly. Five smacks. Spread your legs."

She set her legs apart, and he stood inches behind her, his hand stroking on her backside, her skin as smooth as a soft, ripe peach. And then he spanked her hard, so hard, in fact, that a red imprint of his hand appeared on that perfect canvass. She didn't cry out one bit; but then she had experienced much, much worse in the past. His hand rose, and he spanked her again, this time a little harder, aiming for the same spot in the hope that the beautiful red imprint would deepen.

And this was the pattern throughout the five beautiful strokes. His mark would be on her throughout the evening, and that was some comfort, at least.

I swear if my dear, late mother were here she would blush, blush, blush! But that's enough from me. It would please me immensely if you would click on one of the buy links below and treat yourself or a friend to a copy of my book this holiday season. For now, seasons greetings, and thank you for reading!

Love as always,


Author Bio

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

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