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.


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