Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Presenting: "His Captive Mortal," by The Unstoppable Renee Rose!

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His Captive Mortal

He pushed himself up to sit, resting his back against the headboard. “I think you have five seconds to lay yourself across my lap.”

Butterflies took flight in her belly. “What did I do?”

He gave one sharp shake of his head. “I don’t need an excuse to spank. If I decide you need a spanking, you get a spanking. Now lie over my lap.”

She wanted to argue. His logic didn’t make sense, after all, but she wanted to see where this would go. Maybe it was a result of the dream, in which he’d whipped her for no reason and she’d seemed to love it. She knelt beside him and draped herself across his lap, liquid already beginning to seep from her pussy.

He ran a cool hand across her cheeks in a caress that somehow made her feel beautiful. As if in affirmation of her impression, he remarked, “A perfect ass.” And with that declaration, he began to spank hard and fast, like he had that first night when she’d tried to stab him with a wooden stake.

She wriggled. “Ow...ooh.” She wanted to be turned on by it—like she’d been in her dream—except it hurt too much for her to feel anything but pain. “Ow. Hey!”

“Quiet, little mortal.”

She struggled to keep her sound effects to herself, though why she tried so hard to please and obey him confused her. At what point had she given in? But she couldn’t think when he was slapping her at a rhythm faster than “Uptown Funk”. She gripped the bedspread and kicked her legs, clamping down on her back teeth to keep from crying out. Pain overtook all her senses and she had just started to become angry when he stopped, as abruptly as he’d started.

Before she could draw another breath, he had pulled her onto her back beside him and covered her body with his own, kissing her with a passion that made her stomach drop. Everything he’d stirred up with the spanking—embarrassment, anger, lust, tears—came pouring out in her response to his kiss. She met his desire with her own, yanking his head down, arching her pelvis against his, writhing beneath him. She wanted him to take her in every sense of the word, but he broke away, pulling back with a wicked smile. “Lusty wench, aren’t you?”

“Wench?” she demanded, wrapping a fist in his shirt and attempting to pull him back down. “Which century do you think you’re in?”

She sensed his anger, but she pushed back the undercurrent of fear it inspired. He wrapped her hair in his fist and pulled her head back, his fangs lengthening as he looked at her vein. As if in slow motion, he lowered his head to her neck, trailing a sharp fang along her vein. Her breath came in quick pants, her heart racing.

She realized she didn’t know this man—this vampire—at all. Would he drain her now to get even with Anka? Maybe he hadn’t turned her over to the other vampires because he wanted to destroy her himself.

He lifted her head and released her all in one swift motion. “Take off your clothes.”

Her eyes flew to his, her heart leaping. Had he forgiven her? Or was this an evil torture? She nibbled her lip. The way she saw it, she had no choice but to comply. She had just begged to be his. She had to prove her faithfulness, her trust. She shucked her clothing, dropping the articles at her feet one by one.


Her belly somersaulted. A game. Surely, this was his game. She lowered to her knees, praying he was not just humiliating her before he vanished once more.

“Hands behind your back.”

She grasped her own wrists behind her back and lowered her head submissively.

Charlie crouched beside her, stroking her hair back from her eyes. She saw emotion this time, but before she identified it, he lunged, tackling her and throwing her to her back, his hand cupping the back of her head to protect it from the floor. His fangs struck her neck and he drank, pushing the bulge of his clothed cock between her legs.

Panic flared, but as he continued to rock his pelvis against her sex, she exhaled and wrapped her legs around his waist. This was sexual, not angry….right? He wouldn’t drain her. Or turn her....she hoped. Once more, she felt her only choice was to give herself over, to prove she belonged to him. She twined her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, allowing the motion of his cock beneath his jeans to drive her passion.

The scrape of his jeans over her vulnerable bits came as a sort of pleasured pain—the more it dug into her, the more she wanted to feel it. She followed the sensations until she came from the friction against her clit, a small release, but satisfying just the same.

Charlie licked her wounds closed. “Did I say you could come?” he asked darkly.


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Sunday, August 16, 2015

Presenting Unfailing Love by Bella Bryce

This week's snippet is from Bella Bryce's Unfailing Love –which  released on 25 June 2015 . Enjoy!


Love is a decision. It isn’t a fleeting emotion, and it stands firm when everything else is shaken. Brayden James has learned through raising his adopted daughter, Alice, that discipline is only part of what is required to establish stability. When a devastating incident causes Alice to see the reality of her prior circumstances, she is affirmed once again in her life at Waldorf. Brayden’s healing love is exactly what she needs, and his blossoming relationship with Anabelle Grayson mirrors that in its purest form. Brayden and Ana are now exploring the facets of their courtship between the deeply desired accountability system of domestic discipline and some rather amusing scenarios.
The fifth book in the series turns particular attention to Waldorf and where it all began, giving the reader a close-up look at the man who thought he lost everything he loved when his parents died. With glimpses at the supporting cast of the series, we learn how the boundaries of marriage are built when love is at the heart of relationships. What began as Alice’s story of forgiveness and healing has turned an entire social circle to focus on their need for unmovable, sacrificial and unfailing love.

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Ana didn’t want to apologise again.  It wouldn’t do the situation justice.  He had been very patient for the last six weeks.  
“It’s time you become accountable to me, Anabelle.  Properly accountable.”  Brayden looked directly into her eyes.  He would have kissed her if it weren’t completely inappropriate timing.  The way she breathed inward was enough of a response to indicate her compliance.  She wanted nothing more than to get herself over Brayden’s twenty-nine year old tailored suit trousers and get smacked for misbehaving.  “Come here.”  He broke their eye contact as he walked toward the Chesterfield sofa.  She felt wobbly on her legs again as she followed him to the seating area in front of the fireplace.  “We’ve not done this before but I assure you it is exactly what it seems like it’s going to be.”
Anabelle’s face burned with embarrassment as Brayden took one of her hands.  She never intended to be rude or distracted, although her wide-eyed anticipatory manner suggested otherwise.  “Brayden.”    
“Sir,” Ana repeated and her chest stung delightfully at his quick reprimand.  She could almost feel her heart bursting with joyous confetti.  His leading was intoxicating.  
“What is it?”  He didn’t want it to become habit that Anabelle started conversation right as she was to be put across his knee, but he also knew she must be feeling some trepidation at the unfamiliarity of the moment.  
“Nothing, Sir,” she replied, quietly.  She had absolutely nothing to say - she was just incredibly nervous.  
    Brayden pulled her forward and across his lap.  It happened a lot faster than she imagined, with intermittent waves of excitement and dread rolling through her.  She found herself facing the rug with only Brayden’s shiny black shoes and tailored trousers in her line of sight.  Another mixture of anxiety and dread swirled into a cocktail of one gigantic “finally!!”
He removed Anabelle’s red patent leather high-heeled shoes and lined them up neatly on the floor beside the Chesterfield, which caused her racing heart to slow to a methodical thud.  Was shoe removing some sort of pre-punishment ritual?    
“A proper smacked bottom requires knickers down,” Brayden stated, factually, as he pulled her red fitted dress up onto her back.  He cleared his throat when her red satin knickers were lowered to the backs of her knees.  He was insanely attracted to Anabelle Greyson but punishment was punishment and he refused to allow his mind to travel to a place that would distract it.  This was not a time for admiration.   
Ana could hardly believe she was lying across Brayden’s lap in such a state.  It was far more humiliating in real life than in fantasy.  Even when she imagined the scene she didn’t really know what to expect.  She’d never had a smacking in her entire life.  “This is what happens from now on in our relationship when there is a breech of behaviour, trust, or a wilful disregard for the rules you’ve agreed to.  I want you to take in every detail of this experience so you know exactly what to expect the next time you report to my study.”    
“Yes, Sir.” Her nervous eyes searched the Persian rug beneath his feet.
Brayden pulled his arm back and let the first whack hit her backside with force far beyond what she expected.  It was supposed to be painful and memorable enough to dissuade repetition of the behaviour that earned it.  The dreadfully unpleasant smack of his palm on her skin brought instant remorse and it wasn’t sensual at all.  It bloody hurt.  The following smacks were slow in rhythm.  His hand was heavy and determined as it came down onto Anabelle’s exposed and tender flesh in succession.  He decided he wasn’t going to count, either.  Anabelle was a big girl and she didn’t need to have a limit to how many harmless swats her disobedient bottom needed.  It wasn’t terribly different in his mind, disciplining his future wife when compared with disciplining his daughter.  He was a disciplinarian to both of them; the only difference was age.  Brayden believed a spanking was the great equaliser - is doesn’t favour anything or anyone.  Every woman is reduced to the state of a contrite and remorseful girl through the process.  The goal is the same regardless of age - bring a marked change in behaviour.     
    “I want you to understand,” he said, as his heavy hand continued laying into her backside, “this is what it means to be accountable to me, Anabelle.”  
    “Yes, Sir,” her voice was emotional.  She felt more connected to Brayden in that moment than in the six weeks of deep and revealing conversations.  They kept no secrets from each other and Brayden was right; work was definitely the most delicate subject between them.  He knew it was a struggle for Ana to separate her career identity from every other part of her life.  It was no surprise to him that the very subject would be the cause for her introduction to discipline.       
    Brayden quickened the tempo of his hand and put slightly more force behind hit, drawing an immediate reaction of the breaking of Ana’s whimpering into audible tears.  There it was.  Precisely what he’d been waiting for.  Remorse.  He heard Ana’s breathing elongate between cries even as she tried to control it.  She was crying because the guilt for her actions rightfully lined up with her punishment and it hurt.  “Right,” he declared, after the last whack.  In place of the smacking Ana’s tears were now the only sound filling the study.  She looked at the floor through blurry vision like a sorry schoolgirl.  Unsure of what was to follow her first priority was to not be a dripping mess of tears and running mascara.  Mental note for next time - wear waterproof.  She used one hand to quickly wipe her eyes as Brayden replaced her red knickers over her matching bottom.  It was only the texture of skin versus satin that gave away the difference between the two.  He pulled her dress back down where it belonged and told her to stand up.  Ana pushed herself up from his lap and loosely clasped her hands together.  Well.  There it was.  The first smacked bottom.  
    Brayden stood up from the sofa and signalled with his index finger for her to follow.  “After punishment you will face the wall.  Put your hands behind your back, please.”  He positioned her to face the same wall that Alice faced when she was punished.  Ana hadn’t done that since she was about five years old.  “I will tell you when to come out.”

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Monday, August 10, 2015

Presenting: Burning Desire by Ravyn Rayne

 I am proud to present, Burning Desire, by Ravyn Rayne, released by Blushing Books, May 6, 2015.
Saving people is FBI Agent Kaitlyn Rivers drug of choice. That’s not the only thing she loves about her job. The sexual tension is mounting between Kaitlyn and her alpha boss, Agent Joel Connor.
Assigned into an undercover operation to stop a serial child abductor with the pathetic Cole Sommers, Kaitlyn is silently thrilled when Cole is forced off the case and Joel steps in.
Intense romance, steamy sex scenes, and a nail-gripping case that will attract fans of crime dramas and thrillers. This action-packed erotica is sure to leave you pleased three times over!


Author Interview

What are you working on right now?
I'm currently writing the third book in the Gem Apocalypse series, The Sapphire Sacrifice.
When did you first write romance novels?
My earliest romance stories were in college. I would stay up late writing online with another girl. We'd create stories together which was incredibly fun and it also allowed you to get a glimpse into another character without you controlling their actions.
Does your family know you write spanking romance stories?
Yes and they're incredibly supportive of my work.
Do you have any pets?
I have a dog, Trace. While I was in college I had a rabbit that I used to smuggle into my dorm room.
What made you drawn toward writing about crime thrillers and romance?
I used to love the show Without a Trace. I also enjoyed Fringe and The X-Files. I thought it'd be fun to write an FBI centered series that focuses on different cases while also heating the stories up.
Do you write any under other names?
I write under Ravyn Rayne and Ruth Silver.

Ravyn Rayne
About the Author
Ravyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation, wherever it might be.
Ravyn 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.
Although BURNING DESIRE is her debut romantic erotica novel, it is not her first published book. She has been published professionally since 2013. You can find her other books here.
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Monday, August 3, 2015

Presenting: Reunion - by Maggie Ryan #erotica

In this, the third book of the best-selling Hunter’s Ridge series, twin sisters, Louisa and Lucy, are looking forward to reuniting after several months apart. Though they correspond regularly, letters are nothing compared to being together, sharing their lives, and whispering their secrets to one another.

Anticipation has caused both to be naughtier than usual—but their husbands, who are also very strict Papas, have no hesitation in reminding them what happens when their Little brides test the rules.

After a very educational evening visit to Miss Eleanor Summers' school, Louisa’s eyes are opened to what might be if she continues her bratty ways—and her attitude is quickly adjusted. Lord Edward Wintercrest has not only taken possession of an intriguing box from Eleanor to share with his best friend and Lucy’s Papa, Lord Lucas Huntington, he has also ensured that the long carriage ride to Hunter’s Ridge will offer his precious little lady comfort and distraction from boredom.

Lucas’ family is excited about the upcoming visit as they prepare for the holidays and the final ball of the season. And Lord Stefan Northbridge is not one to sit idly aside when there is a chance to do a bit of matchmaking. Will Franny be able to trust another suitor after her narrow escape from the clutches of Lord Drakemore?

Is Ettie ready to put away her childhood toys as she enters the grown-up world, or is she looking for a man far more like her brother than Lucas realizes?

Only a few things are certain: no matter what the future holds for the others at Hunter’s Ridge, both Lucy and Louisa will continue to be cherished and coddled by their husbands—and their Papas will always be there to remind them of their vows to submit. With their unwavering love for these precious women, and unfaltering attention to their backsides whenever they step out of line, this reunion exceeds both sisters' expectations.

Once again, Maggie Ryan, the queen of Victorian ageplay erotica, combines love, friendship, humor, and delicious scenes of discipline and lust to tell a story that is as heartwarming as it is sexy.

"You're going to love meeting Emmie, Louisa," Ettie said, as she slipped into her chair. "I've been waiting to go to their house for months. You know, her Papa let us choose a kitten for her birthday! He is so cute, I can't wait to see how much he's grown."
"I'm looking forward to meeting both Emmie and Socrates. I feel as if I know them already, as Lucy writes about them quite often. Do you know who else is attending?"
Ettie looked a bit flustered at the question. "I don't know. Bea, do you?"
Bea looked up from her bowl of soup. "It isn't necessary to share a guest list, Ettie. I'm sure that whomever Lord Northbridge has invited will be quite pleasant."
Ettie shrugged. "Well, I suppose, but I wanted to play with Emmie and not just eat dinner."
Franny gave her sister a look. "You need to remember to be on your best behavior. It's a formal dinner party and not like the ones they shared with us when they visited."
"I just hope it isn't boring."
The others laughed, and Lucy assured her that she doubted any time spent with Emmie would be boring. Her assurance seemed to settle the question as they finished their luncheon.
Molly sent Franny and Ettie upstairs for their naps and when Ettie pouted, stating that she wasn't tired and wanted to work on the jigsaw puzzle, Molly shook her head.
The men were gone, Lucas having taken Edward into town to meet another prospective business partner, and Frank was somewhere on the estate. "Your brother's absence leaves me in charge, young lady. Are you trying to see if I'll ignore your naughtiness? Whining little girls lose the privilege of attending parties; boring or not."
Ettie shook her head, her eyes widening, and Lucy wondered if they did so because she hadn't given a thought to being spanked by Nanny Molly, or if she was suddenly terrified that her pouting had just caused her to lose the invitation.
"No, Nanny Molly. I'll take a nap."
"I thought you might," Molly said with a smile. "I'll be in to check on you in a moment. I suggest you are snuggled in your bed by then."

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