Monday, May 30, 2016

Presenting: The Country Doctor's Bride, by Anita Philmar

Can this doctor help a woman accused of murder?

Nothing says alpha-stud so much as a good western.  And this one has it all - love, murder, and a hot doctor to boot! Kick back, take a load off, and enjoy!

With no ties to Texas, Dixy secures a ride to the next town on her way out of the state. The driver, Tobias Poe offers to let her rest. While she’s in the back, he is shot.

Rushing to save him, she arrives in Naked Bluff, Texas.

The town’s doctor, Nathaniel Murphy can’t save him, but can he save her?

Penniless, alone, and now a murder suspect, Dixy has no alternative but to accept his help. Can this couple build a future together?

Or will a killer silence her forever?
Time for a little teaser from the book:
Slowly, the clicked-clank of the wheels and the steady rocking lured her to sleep.

Only moments later to her, Dixy heard voices and noticed they weren’t moving. Had they arrived in town?

Disoriented, she listened to the rough cadence of a male voice. His loud, accusing tone shoved back the lure of continuing to snooze. She shifted and squinted up to where Tobias still sat on the wagon’s bench.

“Now, now, there’s no cause for you to get upset. I have everything under control,” Tobias assured the other man.

“So do I,” the stranger yelled.

Pop, pop, pop.

Dixy froze. Gunfire wasn’t something she was prepared to deal with.

Holding her breath, she silently wondered, what the hell was going on?

Several long seconds ticked by, then the distinct sound of horse’s hooves striking the wet ground sang through the silence. Plop, plop, plop, the noise indicated the man had ridden away.

“Tobias, what was that—”

A body crumbled on top of her. Shocked by the sudden attack, Dixy scrambled to one side and sat up to stare into Tobias’ pale, pain-filled face. Misery sat on the tight line of his lips. Blood covered his chest.

“My God, Tobias,” Dixy exclaimed and scurried to give him room to lie down on the hard, wooden planks. “You’ve been shot.

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More about Anita Philmar

Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.

Influenced by sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where erotic moments come to life in a great read.

Naughty or Nice?

Read her books and decide.



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Sunday, May 29, 2016

London Lady by Heather Hart

London Lady by Heather Hart

Abby's Bluff - Only $2.99! Offer ends May 28th! Dont Miss Out! #Vegas #Romance #asmsg

When a kindergarten teacher hooks up with a high roller - there's gonna be drama, and then some! Join Abby as Joel unleashed the hidden siren in her - and watch out! Not all card sharps are honest men - and more than her bra-strap gets undone!

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Abby's Bluff is on promotion for a limited time at only $2.99. And just to tempt you further, here's a little snippet from the book!

"Do you play?"

I snorted. "A little twenty-one, but not much else." A small light bulb came on. He wants to play strip poker! I had never played before but I figured I'd catch on soon enough. How hard can it be to get out of these clothes? I assumed an air of innocence. "So what shall we play?"

A twinkle illuminated those soft brown eyes. "Ohhh, I dunno. How about something simple to start off with?" There was an unopened pack of cards at the center of the table. He removed the plastic wrapping then the jokers and the score card, then began shuffling as only a professional card player could.  Once the deck was fully shuffled he tapped the table twice, then spread the cards out in a semi-circle in the center of the table.

"Pick a card. In this game Aces are high."


I pulled one from the center of the deck. "Can I look?"


"Should I show you?

"Why not?"

I turned it over on the table in front of me, revealing my eight of spades. "Now what?"

"I pick a card, and if it's lower, you win."

"What do I win?"

"You can ask me a single question."

"And if you win?"

"I can ask the same of you."


He didn't even look as he pulled a card from the deck. He turned it over and laughed. "Four of hearts. Not the most impressive start for a gambler."

"So I win?"

"Yes. You win."

"I can ask you anything I like?"


It was too delicious. I sat back in my seat, exhaling as I pondered what to ask him. Perhaps I should go easy at first. "Have you brought a lot of women here?"

"A fair few."

"How many?

"That's another question."

I wanted to pick another card even before he asked me. I turned over a Jack of Clubs. Joel drew a ten of diamonds. "You win again!"

"How many?"

There was a laugh in his eyes as he answered. "Nine."


"Not floozy enough."

Like an eager child, mindless of the consequences, I drew another card. Five of diamonds. Joel drew the Ace of hearts.

"Hmmm, let me see." He paused for what felt like a life-time, and with every second that passed, I grew more anxious. What if he asked me something I didn't want to answer? I took another nervous sip on my cognac. I was almost out. He rose up from the table, leaving me to stew in my own juices for a while, but soon returned with the decanter. He poured us both a most generous amount.

"Trying to get me drunk?

"Trying to help you relax." He sat down again and swirled the drink in his glass, savoring the moment. I wanted to hit him.

"Have you ever sunbathed topless?"

I almost spewed my drink over the table. What kind of a question was that? "No. I have not."

This time he drew first. The Three of clubs. I drew the Queen of clubs. Equilibrium was restored. I felt so aroused, and so impatient, I grew bold with my next question.

"Do you want me?"


I liked this game. I drew another card quickly. Hah! Queen of hearts. Beat that!

Joel put his drink down and licked the excess brandy off his lips. "I see you like this game."

"I do."

"How about we up the stakes?"

Strip poker, here we come! "Okay."

"On the turn of my card, what would you say if I offered to pay your friend's gambling debt, as well as the cost of the trip, which by your account, she can ill afford."

"Wow, really? You would do that?" I had no doubt he could afford it.

"Here me out, Abby, there's more."

I braced myself by grasping the rim of the table. "You asked me if I wanted you. I do, but I have very, errr, special tastes. If I win, you will remain with me for the duration of your trip. Unless I decree otherwise. And you will do anything; perform any kind of sexual gratification I demand of you, no matter how strange you find the request."

My eyes grew wider than the rim of the brandy glass. "You're kidding, right?"

"I never joke about cards."

"It wouldn't be fair on my friend Miah to spend all my time with you."

"Oh, don't worry about her. She as good as told me that first night she wanted nothing more than to see you get laid, as she put it. Plus I'm sure you'll agree, she'd be more than amply compensated if you win. Plus, you'll be free to call her whenever you wish. I won't forbid you from using your phone."

Forbid me? I knew my hand was over my mouth again, but I didn't care. Three days of unabashed romping with a virtual stranger certainly had an appeal, but I knew so little about Joel. What if he turned into a Vegas psycho nut after all - and all the other girls were sleeping the eternal sleep in holes in the sand? And anyway, wouldn't that be like paying for sex? I would be debasing myself. With that thought, I got up, suddenly awkward and anxious to leave.

"What's wrong?"

"You think I'm some sort of whore."

"Huh, no I don't. I think you're a beautiful woman, and I want to spend the weekend with you."

"But you just offered to pay for sex. You can get that from any number of hookers on the strip. I can't believe I fell for the 'oh look at my fabulous mansion routine!' Is it even yours? Did you rent it?"

"Yes it's mine, that's not what I meant at all! Sit down and hear me out, will you?"

I should have run - God knows I knew it to be the sensible thing to do. But sensible was not what I needed right now. Yet crazy or not, I so badly wanted to stay. I still liked him, you see. And I wasn't looking for a happy-ever-after, so much as a happy-right-now. I was so confused. Horny and confused; a dangerous combination for any woman.

"You're in Vegas. And in Vegas people gamble. I'm not paying for sex, that's just your stake. If you win, you can walk out the door right now, no harm done. And yes, I'll drive you back to your hotel. You won't be stranded. And I think you want me just as much as I want you. Am I wrong about that, Abby?"

I shook my head. "No. You're not wrong about that. I do find you very attractive." How bold I had become.

"As for the sex, you can trust me I'll not ask you to do anything that turns you off. I might ask you to step out of your comfort zone, but I promise, nothing more. No harm will come to you, I swear it."

I was so conflicted. This stranger in a town known for double-dealing was asking me to trust him. Could I? I so badly wanted to, but could I?

Joel's eyes searched mine, and I so badly wanted to say yes. I looked down at his well-manicured hands, and imagined them touching my bare skin. My mind was made up. I could almost deny him nothing.

"So what do you say? Shall I draw a card or no?"

I looked at the now messy spread in front of me. If I won, all Miah's financial worries would be settled in a heartbeat. And if I lost, well, I wanted to sleep with him anyway, didn't I? After all, how kinky could he be? I grasped my cognac glass in both hands and drained it in a single gulp.

"Steady on!"

I wiped my mouth on my wrist. I needed it. I looked Joel in the eye and tried to read his face. But he had shifted gears and had gone full-on poker face. So it was up to me. It was always going to be up to me. "Draw."

Slowly, he slid his hand across the table, tapping his fingers as he decided which card to draw from the stack. I tried to calm my nerves, I had a Queen after all. I was no gambler, but I knew pretty well that would be a tough card to beat. After a final flutter of his fingers, Joel drew a card blind from the pack. He didn't turn it over, but kept it face down, tapping the back while his eyes were locked on mine. He was enjoying this. And why not? After all, wasn't this what he lived for? And then without breaking eye contact, he flipped the card face side up. I couldn't stand it! I had to look. And there on the green velvet card table, staring at me with his most serious eyes was the King of Hearts. My heart skipped a beat. Joel had won, and my body was his.

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Sunday, May 22, 2016

Presenting: Dancing With A Dom, by Bestselling Author, Katherine Deane.

When I first read the tag line of this book I was intrigued. "Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes." But shortly after starting the book itself I fell in love. Check it out for yourself. Read the blurb:

To this day, I’m still not sure which is more embarrassing.

Being left by your husband who says you are fat, overbearing, and frigid in bed.

Or having to change partners midway through a season of televised dancing—because your partner can’t lift you.

Both hurt. A lot. The first made me want to curl up into a little ball and hibernate. Since I had plenty of fat to store away for the winter, it didn’t sound like a bad idea.

The second left me so angry, I waltzed the man through his own set of moves—straight up to the full mirror. Then I lifted him. Luckily, he didn’t get hurt. And I didn’t get sued.

But that’s how I ended up over the knee of the hottest man I have ever met.

After he spanked me, he became my new partner.

We danced.

NOTE: This novella originally appeared in the USA TODAY BESTSELLER Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories.
This story has been reedited. 10k words of hot new scenes!
“You are so responsive, my beautiful little girl.” He caressed her neck and swayed with her. “If I spanked you right now, do you think you would come?”

She shuddered in his tight grip.

“Bend at the waist.”

As she obeyed, he watched with awe her gorgeous round globes stretching her black yoga pants. “You have a lovely ass.” He smacked the right cheek. “Begging to be spanked. Would you like me to spank you, Macy?”

She groaned.

He changed the music. The fast beat of the rhythms added to his anticipation as he stroked and slapped each buttock. He smacked one cheek, watching it wiggle. Then the other, picking up the pace with the music. A fire built in him as his cock strained in his pants. “How are you doing?” When he stopped, she groaned loudly.


“Stand up, grab the bar, and bend over with your back straight and your ass out. I’m taking your pants down, now, beautiful girl. I want to feel your flesh against the palm of my hand.”

She whimpered and obeyed, grabbing the bar in a tight fist as she hung her head.

He pulled down her yoga pants and white cotton panties and paddled her ass fast and hard, changing and alternating with the rhythms of the jungle music. Her cheeks reddened quickly as they bounced and jiggled at each firm slap. It was as perfect as he had envisioned. The curves of her cheeks begged to be rubbed, squeezed, whipped, fucked… He hadn’t felt this way in such a long time.

Brushing his finger across her wet pussy lips, he felt the abundant arousal sliding down her legs. “You are so responsive. So wet. So fuckable. Look,” he commanded.

She squeezed her eyes shut and hunched her shoulders. He smacked her hard in the spot where her glowing buttocks met her thighs. She shrieked and tried to shield herself.

“I told you to do something, my beautiful little sub. Look in the mirror.” He pulled her away from the bar and turned her so her red ass reflected in the mirror. “See my beautiful marks on you. See how you glow.”

Her glossy eyes widened, and she licked her lips, breathing heavily as she focused on his favorite sight.

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 About Katherine Deane

USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart. While she enjoys her life as a stay at home mom, married to the man of her dreams, she also loves fantasizing. She reads and writes in many different genres, but her favorites are: erotic romance, paranormal, fantasy, and science fiction. She blogs about her life as an everyday woman (and closet Spanko), and about her career as a published author.

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Saturday, May 21, 2016

Presenting: Spanking Jade, by the lovely Jessica Brand

Today I offer for your spanking entertainment Spanking Jade, by the lovely Jessica Brand.
As a child, life for Jade was good until a family tragedy changes her forever. Despite the best efforts of her mother to keep her in line, Jade's future looked increasingly grim.
Head strong and wild, she eventually found herself on the wrong side of the law. A prosecutor who sees a glimmer of potential delivers her an ultimatum—she could go to jail or she could join the navy. A few short months later she has graduated from recruit school and looks forward to joining her first ship.
Despite the best of intentions, it isn't long before she finds herself on the wrong side of the naval discipline system.  Facing another choice—be discharged or agree to a course of discipline—she experiences the first of many somewhat unorthodox and definitely unauthorized punishments designed to bring her into line. What she'd never expected is that the unintentional consequences of those punishments also bring her to life.
The pain and humiliation of baring her body in front of others and being soundly spanked becomes something she craves. The day she sees one of the handsome young officers from her ship emerge from her place of punishment, her imagination works overtime. Why was he there? How could she get to know him?
They end up drawn together in a number of unintended ways and she finds herself falling hopelessly in love. Will he return her love and will he be able to deliver the discipline she can no longer live without?
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Now here's a little teaser! 

Facing a solid wooden structure, she saw it was constructed of black timber and had a number of horizontal beams on it, all of which were covered in padded red vinyl. Each beam had brown leather straps attached and Jade quickly worked out they were for restraining her.
"No, no, let me go," she cried out in horror as they dragged her, with little effort, over the structure. In no time at all, leather straps closed over her wrists and were inserted through the shiny roller buckles and pulled tight. She fought with all her might but the straps held firm, trapping her in their leather embrace.
Ignoring her protests, Damien and Caitlin spread her legs and lifted them onto the beams designed for them, quickly slipping the leather straps over her ankles and pulling them firmly into the padding, leaving her open and exposed. She continued to protest and fight as they attached the remaining restraints, each one reducing her range of movement further until she could do nothing more than squirm.
Caitlin stood back and admired their work. "Beautiful," she murmured as she grazed her fingernails lightly over Jade's taut butt cheeks.
Jade was already tiring from her exertions which were all in vain. "No, let me go," she protested as Damien squatted down in front of her to look her in the eyes. He was holding one of the straps with a big red ball in the center of it. "Jade, although the room is quite sound proof, I will have to gag you if you can't stop carrying on. What is going to happen will happen regardless." Bringing the ball up against her lips he said, "Open up."
She didn't respond and kept her mouth firmly closed as her protests lessened to mere whimpers. Holding the ball against her lips for a few seconds, Damien smiled. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice soothing but with an underlying steely resolve. He then moved slowly around her checking each of her restraints to make sure they were secure but not so tight as to cause discomfort or cut off circulation.
As he continued with his task, his hand never left her body, the warmth and strength of it providing Jade with an odd feeling of comfort. Here was the man who had helped restrain her and who had already told her he was going to punish her and yet she felt comforted by his touch. As he checked the straps at the tops of her legs, she felt him touching her inner thighs. She closed her eyes and found herself hoping his hand would drift a little higher, that he would touch her intimately.
Drift a little higher? What the hell? She didn't want that, did she? Maybe she did. She felt unsure, conflicted. Giving up her internal struggle for the moment, she opened her eyes and there was Caitlin, squatting down in front of her, lifting up her tight skirt for ease of movement. Jade couldn't help but admire the milky white of those exposed thighs before they disappeared inside skin colored panties. She even gave a thought to how soft and silky they would be to caress, how they would feel against her face. Her musing was interrupted when a piece of soft leather covered her eyes and Jade's world went dark. Her brain was saying, "No. Please," but the sound that came out was a muffled “Mmmfff.”

About Jessica Brand

Jessica was born in Melbourne, Australia in 1958. Having lived in many parts of Australia and overseas, she now resides in Sydney and writes for fun.

With a lifelong interest in her subject matter she finally decided to put some of her experiences and fantasies into words, toning them down somewhat for public consumption. Her first book was released in mid 2014, using the pseudonym of R. R. Greaves. This was followed by a new release in Feb 2015 and there are a number of new stories in different stages of production.

With a particular interest in specific forms of erotica, the stories have a lot of explicit detail that comes from years of "hands on" experience. All have a strong element of power exchange between consenting parties. While most involve a key female character submitting to a powerful male, they have a mixture of dominant characters with women submitting to other women, men submitting to women and men submitting to other men.

A key part of the exchange of power between the characters involves the use of consensual physical and mental force, BDSM and spanking.

Check out these other titles by R.R. Greaves

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Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Just Released: London Lady by Heather Hart #kindle #romance


And here it is! My latest romantic roller coaster - offering love, sex, murder, and a pair of villains to drive coffin nails through your heart!
Centered round a true story, London Lady is set in the 1960s. The city is in the grip of fear as two notorious mobster twins make their mark north of the Thames. But they have legitimate businesses too, and driven by need, Claire takes a job in one of their nightclubs as a hostess.
There she meets Bill "Lucky" Underwood. He's their major crime lieutenant, and she knows falling for someone like him is dangerous and stupid. Claire will do anything not to get mixed up in their violent world, but Lucky proves a hard man to say no to....

Love Scene

When he opened the Jaguar door for her it was like coming home. She had to admit she missed this - all the attention - the admiring stares from passer-bys on the street. The way she felt when he was with her. The delight she felt when he held her hand.

Something about the smug look on his face told her he was thinking the same thing too. She looked out of the window, not wanting to encourage him any more than she had. But the silence itself was slowly snowballing into something enormous, and by the time he pulled up outside her house the sexual tension between them had reached critical mass.

She slipped her key in the lock, and the second the door closed behind him he was kissing her neck and sending electric vibes to every nerve center in her body.

“You promised,” she whispered, but leaned back into him all the same. His hands crossed over the flat of her belly, caressing the slight swell there, pulling her close.

“You’re right,” he said. “I should stop, shouldn’t I?”

She took his hands and raised them up to her breasts, shadowing the back of his hands as he touched her. “Yes, you should stop at once. You’re being very, very naughty.”

The hairs on her neck bristled as he nuzzled under her ears and kissed along the line to her shoulders. “I know. But I can’t help myself. Do you hate me, baby?”

Her knees buckled as he continued to massage her. “So very, very much,” she gasped. Yet she couldn’t stop herself; even though they were standing in the middle of the hallway with nothing but some flimsy net curtains between them both and the street outside. But she reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt, and Lucky followed her lead and helped her out of her knickers. Her hands splayed against the hall wall and Lucky caressed her from behind. She was surprised at how wet she was — God she was so ready for him, and he for her, because she heard the slip of a zipper and the rustle of his trousers as they fell down around his ankles. He kicked them to one side, and with his hands on hers now, he pressed into her, his need to be inside her as desperate if not more pressing than her own.

“Fucking hell,” he cried. He had never pounded her so hard or so furiously. His mouth was as eager as his sex drive, and she twisted her neck as far round as she could, wanting their flesh to connect in every possible way. He devoured her so hungrily she could hardly breathe; and kept pushing back, maximizing both their pleasures.

She could have fucked him for hours, but Lucky was no match for this unexpected onslaught - his orgasm was so sudden it was frightening in it’s intensity.

“OhhhsweeeeetLord.” He was satisfied, but still he didn’t let go of her. But that was okay, she didn’t want him to let go either, especially since neither knew what would come after. At last, he pulled out of her body, his nose nuzzled into her neck again as he sniffed her very skin. “I love your body,” he said. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed it.”

“Just my body?” She knew what he meant, but it was fun to tease. “Not my charisma or my intellect?”

“Everything. There is nothing about you I don’t love. Nothing.”

She turned around and wiggled her skirt back down over her hips, covering herself. “You are a wicked man though. You didn’t keep your promise.”

He laughed and kissed her hard again. When he resurfaced, he had another of those cocky looks splattered across his face. “How could I resist when you threw yourself at me so wantonly?”

“I did not!”

“Did too! I was barely in the door when you hoisted up your skirt, revealing the best bum in Bethnal Green. What’s a man supposed to do? I was trying to be polite.”

She laughed. “Well this sexy bum needs to go get cleaned up. That is, if you were serious about taking me out to dinner?”

“Mmm.” He pushed away from her with the greatest of reluctance. “Of course. I’m bloody starving!”

“That makes two of us.” She picked up her knickers from the floor and ran up the stairs, throwing them into a heap of laundry by the door in the bathroom. As she closed it behind her, she leaned back and looked up at the cold white ceiling. What the hell am I doing? She had bumped into him one time and already her good sense had flown out of the window. This is utter madness!

But the truth was all she wanted to do in her heart was change as quickly as she could and get back down to him. With a resigned sigh she turned on the bath taps and slipped out of her soiled clothes and stood naked in front of the mirror. Her reflection looked back at her, and was clearly smarter than she was. “Really, who are you trying to kid?” She loved him. It was foolish to think she could stay apart. Every time he was away like magnets they both found ways to gravitate back toward each other. She grasped the cold porcelain sink and shook her head. They were meant to be together. Who was she trying to kid? She might as well accept it.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. “Is that a bath you’re running? Want some company?”

“Sure,” she said. “Come on in.”

There was no need to invite him twice. He slipped inside and shuffled out of the last of his clothes while she tested the water.

“What do you want to eat?”

“To be honest I’m so hungry I could go for a bag of chips or something. Just not at one of the clubs okay, because I don’t think I could handle it tonight.”

“I understand.” He sat down on the edge of the bath and pulled her away from the sink. He held her hips, and looked down her thighs at the cuts on her legs. “I should have taken better care of you.”

“It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault really.”

With the tip of his finger he gently examined one of the cuts. It was scabbing over already and the initial raw soreness was gone. ”Do you know what I would like to do?”


“I would like to jump in the car and drive on through the night until we reached Scotland.”

She threw her head back, laughing. “And what’s in Scotland.”

“Gretna Green.”

Her eyes locked on his. He was totally serious. “You want to elope, right now?”

“Sure, why not. People talk about it all the time. Why don’t we, eh? We could be married first thing in the morning.”

“What about work?”

“I’d call it in. The twins would understand.”

“You’re insane.”

“That is the truth. Come on, baby, why don’t we? Don’t you love me?”

“Oh Lucky, I love you more than anything. I wish I had the words to express how much. But Gretna Green, really?”

She pulled away from him and turned off the taps. She tested the temperature with the palm of her hand, then slipped carefully into the warm water. He climbed in behind her, his long legs wrapping around her, pinning her at the hips. “Pass me the flannel, I’ll wash your back.”

She slipped back into his chest while he lathered up the soap on the cloth. A moment later he pushed her forward, his hands lovingly cleaning her neck and shoulders; her body burning with renewed desire as his fingers danced all over her skin. The flannel grew cold, and he dropped it back into the warm water to heat it up again. This time he ran it over her upper chest as she nestled into his open arms. As he touched her breasts, she moaned softly, and leaning up she opened her mouth to him, needing that intimacy once more.

Round and around he washed her, his hands sliding down below the surface of the water, and down to the space between her legs. He washed her there too, but at some point the cloth slipped away, and it was just her, his hand, and the steam of the bathroom.

“Oh Lucky.”

He worked her, bringing her to her brink, stoking her passion. Her desire lifted her out of the bath as she arched ever upward, reaching for his touch. She was so close, so close, a moment longer and she would be in heaven, climbing.

“Marry me, Claire.”

The flame burst throughout her body and in the heat of the moment, she couldn’t help herself. “Yes, YES, YES!” At that moment he could ask her anything, she could not refuse him. Her voice was heady, breathless. “Yes, anything, whatever you want.”

His mouth was on her, sharing her moment, as if he could drink the pleasure that pulsed freely through her veins. She found herself reaching back, but he held her tightly. “Claire, be serious now. I want you to elope with me.”

How could she refuse him? Every inch of her body delighted when he was near - how stupid to deny herself such a blessing from life. She fished for the flannel and as he set about cleaning her properly she nuzzled into his flesh like a contented cat.

“I was serious, Lucky. Yes. Let’s go to Gretna Green soon. Now shut up and wash me before I change my mind.”

With her back to him she couldn’t see his face but she was pretty sure he was smiling.

“Do you realize what a mess you’ve made of your bathroom floor?”

She glanced casually over the side. “Oh well.”

As he lathered her legs he drew in a determined breath. “It’s official. I am going to marry these legs tomorrow. How quickly can you throw some stuff together? We can get a few hours in tonight, stop over somewhere, sleep in the car if we have to, but we’re doing it.”

“Tomorrow? But Lu….”

“Hush. We’re doing it. You’ve said yes already. Twice. I’m not going to let you disappoint me again.”

She knew when she was beaten. All the air left her body and she relaxed in his arms, letting the warm water soothe her sore limbs. “Very well. I can be ready in ten minutes, once we get out of the bath. How long will we be gone?”

“Three or four days. It takes as long to go up as it does to get back.”

“And you’ll square everything with the twins?”

“Yup, as soon as I can get to a phone.”

“Alright then.”

It was his turn to relax. She closed her eyes and took in a huge gulp of air. Somewhere out there all her doubts and fears still lingered, but she chose to ignore them. They had had their say, but in the end it was their love that triumphed. And this was not the moment for them to resurface. She was going to be Mrs. Lucky Underwood. That was all that mattered now. As for the rest, well, now was not the time to think about it. There were more pleasant things in the world. Like sharing a moment with the one man she loved more than any other on this earth. As for the rest - well - all that could wait. After all, tomorrow was another day.

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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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Friday, May 13, 2016

Presentng: Jewel's Gems, by the Magnificent Maggie Ryan

Once again I am showcasing the daring work of the amazing bestselling author, Maggie Ryan.  I have to warn you though, this erotica is hot hot hot!

The Red Petticoat is not just another whorehouse. This is a place for every painted lady to get her happy ending. Madame Jewel and her 'gems' welcome hardworking men to come inside for a home-cooked meal or a few hands of cards. They are invited to listen to a pretty girl sing or watch a show. If a bit of intimate comfort is desired, they are welcome to go upstairs and into the arms of one of the beautiful women wearing the red petticoats. However, refer to its gems as whores and you'll find yourself tossed out into the street.

This story all begins when Lady Juliette Gardner discovers she has been set up and her reputation ruined. She decides to leave England for good and find her way to the goldfields of California with the hopes of creating her dream and possibly striking it rich.

To Gabriel Vasquez, the hard work and isolation of working his claim is the only way to achieve his dream. When he discovers his new partner is a woman, a very beautiful, very stubborn English woman, he has no problem – except for the fact that she refuses to think of her safety. If she is to be his partner, he will have no hesitation teaching her exactly what happens to naughty, cheeky English ladies.

Gabriel and Jewel will discover that life has room for more than one dream and as they settle themselves in Culpepper Cove. This mining town, nestled in the foothills of the Sierra Mountains, will never be the same once Juliette—Madame Jewel—opens The Red Petticoat.

Join award winning author Maggie Ryan as she begins the tale of The Red Petticoat and all of Madame Jewel's precious—but slightly flawed—gems.

Disclaimer: This book contains the spanking of adult women and explicit sexual scenes including anal play, and sex with multiple partners. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book. 


And now for a little sampler...

“You want to us to work in a gold mine?” Amelia asked.

“No, of course not. Ophelia made it clear that wasn’t an option. It took me a while but an idea has been niggling at me ever since my father paid me my dowry. That simmering reached a boil during last night’s game and I’m ready to prepare the rest of the dish.”

“You want us to become cooks?” Ophelia asked, and then laughed. “I’d be as useful in a kitchen as I would be in a mine.”

“I want to open a place where women who chose to live a life offering their services to men will be comfortable and safe. I want a place where you aren’t working for pennies. A place where women receive the larger share of their profits so that they can save enough money to follow their own dreams.”

“You are going to open a whorehouse?” Ophelia asked, her eyes wide.

“In principle, but more. It will have entertainment and a card parlor. I want to offer good, hearty food as well. From what I’ve been reading, mining camps are pretty basic. The men work hard and I’m thinking, they are willing to part with a bit of gold to enjoy a home cooked meal. I see them flocking in to have pretty women dealing cards or serving drinks. I see them enjoying music and listening to a pretty girl sing. Perhaps we’ll have some sort of stage show. And, of course, I see the men willing to part with a bit more gold in order to spend an evening in the arms of one of my ladies. I’ll be responsible for providing housing and food as well as help with making investments for those who wish. I’ve done a lot of research and with your help, I think it can be a success.”

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