Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Presenting: Wren's Redemption, by Katherine Deane #erotica

Tonight for your reading pleasure I have a lovely piece of naughtiness written by Katherine Deane.  To find out more, just read on!
Nineteen-year-old gymnast Wren Montgomery was America’s golden girl, but then it all came crashing down. As far as the media is concerned, it was a devastating ankle injury which began her downward spiral, but in her heart Wren knows better. The truth is that things started going wrong the day her beloved coach Jonathan Reilly not only rejected her romantic advances, but actually spanked her bare bottom as if she were a silly little girl when she tried to hide her heartbreak behind an angry outburst.

Now at twenty-two, after one poor decision after another Wren has become the “bad girl” of the gymnastics world. Desperate to break out of her slump and with nowhere else to turn, she decides to accept help from the best coach she ever had… the same man who spurned and then spanked her years ago.

Jonathan watched Wren’s fall from grace, and he fell with her. He still blames himself for leaving the team—and more importantly, leaving her—and now that he has the chance to help his little rebel get back on track, he isn’t going to let it slip through his fingers. This time he’ll be there for her no matter what, both when she needs a loving embrace and when she needs a firm hand applied to her bare bottom. Most important of all, if she still wants him to be more than just her coach, this time he won’t let anything keep him from claiming what is his.

Publisher’s Note: Wren’s Redemption is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
And now here's a tasty little snippet from the book itself.

“You ready for something a bit more difficult today?” Jonathan asked as he strode across the mats for their next session.
The meet yesterday had gone great—except for the uneven bars, of course. Ugh. She sucked at the bars, and Mr. God’s Gift to Bars, had promised he would get her through her bar rotation by any means necessary. She shuddered when she saw the familiar gleam in his eyes. “Do I have any choice in the matter?”
“Hmmm.” He set his bag down next to her feet and contemplated her. “Well, of course you have a choice. You can choose to continue losing points in your worst event because you don’t have the core strength—”
Smiling, he pulled her into a quick hug. “Sometimes the truth hurts. Now come on. Do you want to get better at the bars or not?”
“Yeah.” But it didn’t mean she had to like it or like his methods, right?
“You’re not going to appreciate what I have in mind, but I think it will help.”  Yeah, he was a mind reader.
He pulled out a few small, marble shaped balls, and handed them to her. About an inch in diameter, they were cool to the touch, metal with a smooth, silky finish. “You ever use Ben Wa balls before?”
Shaking her head, she handed him back the shiny objects, not liking where this conversation seemed to be going. “Where exactly would I be using these things?”
He raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat, his gaze traveling down the front of her leotard.
“Oh hell no!” She turned to stalk away from the crazy man that wanted to put shiny balls inside her hoo-ha.
“Stop right there.”
She froze. She hated when that happened. His deep voice did things to her, making all rational thought escape, making her desire to obey every order he gave—whether she wanted to or not. “I don’t want shiny ball things inside me.” She pleaded, praying he would change his mind.
“I’m sure you don’t want to hold balls inside your vagina while you do your bar exercises.”
“What?” Did that terrified squeak come from her?
“The object is to tighten everything down there while you are doing your kips and rotations. That’s why you keep over- and under-maneuvering. If you can keep those shiny things, as you put it, from falling out, you will also feel just how controlled your body needs to feel while lifting your lower body to the bar.” He kissed her forehead gently, and she almost sagged against him, loving his clove and musk smell. “But it’s up to you. Only the toughest athlete, with the kind of attitude to tell press to fuck off and dye her hair crazy colors to piss off her parents, would be mentally strong enough to do this kind of training. It’s not going to be easy, and a quitter would never make it through.” He shrugged and reached to place the balls back into his bag.
“Just tell me what to do,” she growled so low she surprised herself.
His toothy grin and evil smirk preceded a low chuckle. Damn it, he knew how to play her, didn’t he? “Lie on your back on the high mat right there. I’ll help you this time.”

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Also by Katherine Deane:
We Need a Little Christmas, Holiday Age Play novella set- by Katherine Deane and Abbie Adams
The Winter Storm, an Ever After Chronicle, by Katherine Deane, Renee Rose and Casey McKay

Thanks for reading!

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Presenting: Nadja’s Choice, by the Talented Judith Anderson

Can Jack face his fears and find his love? Nadja must choose between what is safe and familiar and what is different and perhaps dangerous. Secrets in Jack’s past may drive her away, even as the paddle in his bedroom drives her passions.

Nadja’s Choice” is the story of Jack Avery, a computer technician and recent transplant from the big city to small town Flaxville, where he meets Nadja Koenig, the town librarian. Jack moved to get away from the city, but there other things he hopes also to have left behind…

Nadja, a voluptuous woman with charming simple beauty, just wants her library—her sanctuary away from home—to remain the familiar place she grew up knowing and loving. But when she sees all the technological changes coming, will it be the same place for her? She feels threatened by Jack's plans to install a computerized check out system, but is intrigued by his air of command and self-assured confidence.

The two can't deny their chemistry, even though they're both from different worlds and want different things, but as they begin to date, more and more obstacles seem to spring up.

Larry Billings dated Nadja for a while in the past, and his interest in her has never waned. He wants to rekindle the flame, but now Jack, a suspicious city boy, is in his way. What lengths will Larry go to, to claim what he thinks is his?

As for Jack and Nadja; will his dark secrets from the past drive her away? And how will she react when he offers to introduce her to the BDSM toy box under his bed?

Author Bio:
Judith Anderson lives in the Midwest and has been living the BDSM lifestyle since 2000. She has attended munches and BDSM events for several years and is well versed in impact play (spanking, paddling, caning, etc), fire play and rope. She has also taught classes on aspects of the BDSM lifestyle within her local community.

In February 2015, she self-published "Pretty When You Cry", an anthology of her short stories, available on Amazon. “Pretty When You Cry” was nominated for a Golden Flogger award by BDSM Writers Con for Best BDSM book in the ‘Anthology’ category. She also had a short story included in Riverdale Ave Books “The First Annual Geeky Kink Anthology”. Her debut novel, “Nadja’s Choice’ will be published by Blushing Books in Janurary 2016. She enjoys going for walks, reading mysteries, listening to music and begging.  She particularly enjoys the begging. Especially accompanied by tears.

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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

The History of Valentine's Day, from a Romantic Sassenach! @ASMSG #HeatherHartxxx

My dearest, dearest readers,

Once again the most romantic day of the year is just around the corner. And for some Valentine's Day it is a day of pleasure, when romantic hearts embrace and take a little time out of their busy schedules to celebrate the holiday with those we love.

But did you ever wonder about how it all started? Some say the day is nothing more than the ingenious invention of the gift card companies, devised to wheedle hard-working coins out of the pockets of gullible lovers. But apparently not! The day itself has its origins as an ancient Roman festival, and is said to have been created to honor Juno, the Goddess of women and marriage. The day was followed by the 'Feast of Lupercalia,' and on the eve of this feast young women would write down their names and slip the paper into a jar.  The young men would then draw a single name and would be paired with that girl for the duration of the feast. Oftentimes the pairings would last quite a while, and it was not unusual for the young couple to end up married.

The day itself got it's name from a Roman priest called Saint Valentine. The Emperor Claudius had forbidden marriages in Rome because too many soldiers were pining for their loved ones. An unabashed romantic, Valentine ignored the wishes of the emperor and secretly performed marriage ceremonies, but received a gruesome punishment for the softness of his heart. The wicked emperor had him beaten and put to death on February 14, around 270 AD. Even so, the defiant priest whipped out a secret letter to his sweetheart from his prison cell. The goodbye note was simply signed, "From your Valentine."

There is another theory that February 14 is traditionally  the day a bird will look for it's mate. I planned to stalk a few to check this theory (just kidding - it's bloody cold out there.)

Whatever the reason, any day that promotes love - be it to a partner, a sibling, a child or a friend - will always get my vote. Forget the commercialism, and don't let the cynical hearts put a damper on your day. Celebrate those who are special, use the day as a reminder that everyday is a Valentine's day, because every day we are loved, or have people we love ourselves. And love is too great to be contained by any single day, whatever its origin.

Last, but most definitely not least, I would like to end with a free love scene from my latest romance, Hold Fast, set on the mystical Isle of Skye in 1601. Enjoy!

How long I sat there I couldn't say. Minutes became hours, hours marked by the passage of the sun's shadow as it crossed my wall. All the while I spun the wool, the rhythmic act of pulling the strands down while working the treadle with my feet put me at ease, allowing me to think.  But then MacLeod returned and stood in my door; covered in the stink of animals and heather. There was a look in his eye, one I suspected matched my own, and the time for thinking was over. He crossed the room in one, maybe two strides, and a moment later I was in his arms, my passion the match of his own. He showered my face with his rough kisses, and if there were any gentleness in him, I did not see it in this moment, just a force that was stronger than both of us, filling us with desire. The strength of his kisses unnerved me; they were nothing like the polite affection of my girlish fantasies, and I backed away, needing a little distance between myself and this onslaught.
"Is something wrong?"
"You don't want me to kiss you?"
"Och, Rory if you only knew."
He smiled. "I like hearing you say my given name."  He moved in closer, and this time he handled me more gently, slipping his hand on my waist, drawing me in slowly. Now his kiss was so tender, yet so ardent, that I felt my knees buckle and my spirit melt with his. But still I was afraid, and I pushed him away again.
"I'm sorry, Rory, but we must be reasonable. You and I, it cannot be. Our kinsmen would never allow it."
"Damn them all, they'll accept it soon enough once the deed is done."
"Deed?" His unromantic choice of words shocked me, and my hand went to my chest, affronted. "Aye. We'll have the banns read, and you and I can be man and wife. They can say what they like, then; it'll make no difference."
A marriage! Why I hadn't pondered the word was a mystery, but there was no avoiding it now. It was out there, never to be drawn in again.  "Oh, Rory, see reason! Where would we live? Where could we go? If you stay here, my people will despise you. If I come with you to the north, yours will hate me."  I wrung my hands, wretched. I feared nothing could be done.
"We'll find a way. I have some land far away in the north, where we could live free of all the fighting."
"We'll never be free of the squabbling, not so long as we live in Skye."
"Then we'll cross to the mainland. Oh, Bonnie, say you will try and find a way with me. Will you not try?" I could not think while I stared into those flashing black eyes. I lowered mine to the floor, shielding my thoughts from his gaze. I knew this to be madness, but such a delicious madness as I'd never known. In this moment I could defy them all, the MacDonalds, the MacLeods—as long as I could be with Rory, all would be well in the end. But then the image of my father came to me, my resolve weakened, and I was a torn child once more.
"I could never leave my father, never. He would be lost without me, and I without him. Please, understand; if we talk of being together, it cannot be without my father."
He turned and put his hand to his head. "We could find a way, I've no doubt of it." Then he turned back to me, and pulled me close. "But how and when it is to be managed I cannot yet say. Kiss me again, for I've been tormented by demons since you pulled away."
"I'll kiss you, and good, but do not press me further on the subject of marriage, Rory, not now. I want to be a maid when I wed. I've always dreamed of it, and I'll have my way in this, I swear."
He kissed my upturned cheeks and ran his hands gently through my hair. "You have my word as a Highlander."
"Then I know that it’s good."
"Well, for saying as much, I want you to have this." He put his hands around his neck and removed a chain hanging around it. He placed something cold in the palm of my hand and, looking down, I saw a small golden crucifix.
"It's beautiful."
"Wear it for me."
"I'll wear it with honor, Rory." I stood on my toes and closed my eyes, letting him shower me with sweet kisses. There was no longer any doubt in my mind. Now I felt love, and I was sure of it. All that mattered was that we be together, somehow. I clasped the crucifix tightly in my hand and pretended for the moment that everything was going to be okay, and that nothing was going to separate us for long. 

Happy Valentine's Day, and thank you for reading,


Monday, February 8, 2016

Presenting: Enrolling Little Etta by Allison West and Alta Hensley

Today, for your continued erotic education I have something a little special. Enrolling Little Etta is a naughty little snippet of age-play erotica, written by Allison West and Alta Hensley. Here's the blurb!
Philip Hartley owns an elite finishing school and a hidden gem that focuses on the sexual submission and complete discipline of young ladies. Behavior, expectations, and beliefs are quite different there. A finishing school to help a woman find that little girl which once was lost. A private school that requires their pupils to surrender their bodies, their minds, and their souls to their betrothed.

When Henrietta Waters’ estranged uncle decides it best for her to attend the Ashby Chateau, and become betrothed to a proper husband, she has no choice but to comply. Especially since the recent death of her father has left her with very little options.

But can Etta fully surrender in ways she has never imagined? Can she allow a nanny to take care of her, fully take care of her every need? Can she submit to discipline and sexual training as the purity of her inner child blends with the fire of her sexual desires? And is it possible for her to truly become the little love that Headmaster Philip Hartley demands?

Publisher’s Note: Enrolling Little Etta is a Victorian erotic romance that focuses on ageplay, anal play, spankings, and graphic sex. If a spicy Victorian is not your cup of tea, then please do not take a sip.






"Come inside, have a seat," Papa said. He patted the examination table.

Chewing her bottom lip nervously, Etta climbed atop the table, her legs dangling off. "Why am I here? I am not sick."

"Doctor Colt works with all the students at Ashby," Papa said. "His job is to make sure they are all in good health. He is going to do an examination on you today."

It was not a question. Etta did not seem to have a choice. "What kind of examination?" She remembered her father's doctor listening to his heart and ailing lungs.

"Doctor Colt is going to check your temperature, make sure your heart and lungs are strong, and that everything is working as it should be."

"All right." That did not sound so terrible."He is also going to examine you to make sure that your virginity is still intact."Those words were enough encouragement to get Etta to bolt from the bed. "Mr. Hartley! I

can assure you that is not necessary!""Papa," he warned, giving her a look that told her not to cross him. "And you, my little love, will do as I say."
Thank you for reading!



Thursday, February 4, 2016

Presenting: Past Interference - by the Tantalizing Kathryn R Blake! #erotica

Appearances can be deceiving.
Tonight, for your reading pleasure I have the very latest in the Corbin's Bend phenomenon from Mistress Kathryn R Blake. Her latest little slice of life will have you drooling for more. And just to get you warmed up, here's a brief synopsis of the plot!
When Jerry Douglas asks Elly Benson to marry him, he wants their ceremony to be as close to Valentine's Day as possible. Though Elly tearfully accepts Jerry's proposal without hesitation, as she readies herself for her second wedding, the doubts and misgivings of any new bride-to-be are exacerbated by the abuse she suffered during her first marriage. When Elly recalls how quickly her uncertain stomach jitters grew into tight knots of pain on her wedding day, she also remembers how and why she'd fallen in love with and married Arthur, her first husband. A mistake she regrets more and more with each passing hour....
Though she's lived with Jerry for four months now, and been subject to his discipline more than once, her first husband had been kind and careful with her, too, in the beginning. At least until she vowed to love, honor and obey him. And their move to Corbin's Bend turned him from the strict, but caring husband she thought she'd married into a monster she no longer recognized.

And now here's a totally free excerpt from the book itself!
Elly's fretting over upcoming nuptials get to the point that she's practically worked herself into a panic.

Once Muffin settled and the house was quiet again, Elly picked up her cell and called Charmagne Kendle, Brent Carmichael’s sexy, live-in girlfriend, who still resisted walking down the aisle with the founder of Corbin’s Bend.
“Hi.” Char’s voice held a slight laugh to it. Char and Elly had been close friends for months now, so she undoubtedly suspected Elly had been stewing and second-guessing herself for the past hour before she called. However, Char also thought Elly’s fears about her upcoming wedding were groundless.
“I can’t do it. This isn’t going to work,” Elly announced, her eyes brimming as she began to pant.
“Yes, it will.” The laughter instantly vanished from Char’s voice. “You’re worrying yourself dizzy over nothing. What were you doing before you called me?”
Elly glanced down at the jumbled mess. “Going through color swatches.”
“Elly, why? You did a beautiful job picking everything out. I love the flowers you chose. The church will shimmer like a piece of heaven all in white; and your reception in the community center is going to bloom like a flower garden in February. Your dress is breathtaking, yet practical. Everything is going to be perfect.”
“How can it be when the bride’s such a mess?”
“Take a deep breath, Elly.” Elly sucked in a lungful of air. “Good. Now another. Okay. Are you getting another headache?” Char asked, her worry evident.
“No. I don’t know. I’m fine,” Elly insisted. “Just scared, I guess.”
“Call Jerry now. If not caught early, those migraines can put you out of commission for days. I know you. You’ll insist nothing is wrong as you continue to work yourself into a state that’s so bad, Marcus will need to sedate you. Trust me, if you let it get that far, your head won’t be the only thing that hurts when you get better, and you know it.”
“Okay,” Elly agreed on a sigh. Jerry couldn’t help her with this, she needed to do it herself, but he wouldn’t understand that. “I’ll call or walk over there, although I think his receptionist is tired of seeing me.”
“Sally? She adores you. Everyone who works with Jerry loves you, because you’ve made their boss so happy. So, call him, or see him. Your choice. But if you don’t do it, I’ll tell Brent, and you understand what that means.”
Elly immediately straightened. “Hey, you can’t do that. We have a pact. You swore you wouldn’t tell if I confided in you.”
Char chuckled. “Okay, I won’t, but if Brent drags it out of me, and you know he’s awfully good at that, it won’t be my fault.”
“Fine. Okay. I’ll go. However, I want to state for the record that I’m doing this under severe protest.”
“Just as long as you do it, you can protest all you want. Call me later. ‘Kay?”
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Author Bio:
Lessons in Love is Kathryn R. Blake's sixth novel with Blushing Books, and fifth spanking romance where Domestic Discipline is primary to the plot.  Although Kathryn is relatively new to the spanking romance market, she is not new to stories where the hero spanks the heroine.  In fact, most of her novels have some sort of spanking in them.  However, even in Kathryn's novels where the hero firmly believes in using spanking as a deterrent, he has no desire to cause the heroine injury and takes no delight in hurting the woman of his heart.  In fact, sometimes he finds it extremely difficult to follow through on his threats or promises.
To date, all of her heroes are dominant, alpha males who are extremely protective of the women they love.  However, part of that protectiveness includes the need for a certain amount of control.  They do not suffer defiance or disobedience lightly. Even so, these men aren't infallible, and they do make mistakes, but love and respect will always triumph in the end.
Kathryn has been a member of RWA since the early 1980s and has joined several local and special interest chapters. Besides writing, Kathryn enjoys traveling, reading, attending the theatre, and is a passionate lover of animals, so much so that in 2015 a stray cat adopted her. The stray now sleeps in Kathryn's bed.  She has also recently taken up the expensive hobby of making and selling jewelry.
Her personal website,, is filled with photos and links to information about her many interests as well as peppered with quizzes, contests, games and lots of other fun things to do and she loves to hear from her readers, so she has an e-mail link at the bottom of every page.

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