Everlasting Hope Corbin’s Bend Season 3 by the Fabulous Maggie Ryan

Everlasting Hope Corbin’s Bend Season 3

 

 

Everleigh has waited for weeks for her fiancé's return. Rob had been overseas for six weeks and his absence was almost more than Ever could take. Even knowing that he was going to take her over his knee for ignoring his instructions didn't dampen her desire to have him home. After a few weeks of constant togetherness, Rob sees a change in the woman he loves. As their wedding draws closer, his sweet Ever was threatening to turn into one of those horrid Bridezillas. He decides she needs a different project, one that captured her artistic spirit. Ever is all for following this order but finds her original plans change when she learns of a project that will allow her to honor the men and women who serve their country. The residents pull together to help these injured soldiers. Tory's husband, John, needs more than his wife's love and as a fellow resident of this special community, Rob takes on a project of his own. Ever finds that art takes many forms and hope is everlasting as long as there are people in the world that reach out to help their fellow man.

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Excerpt

“Yes, Sir,” she said clearly and without a moment’s hesitation. The waiting was over, the attempts at postponement a thing of the past.

Rob lifted his hand and brought it down sharply against her left cheek. Ever’s hiss at the contact was ignored as he repeated the swat on her right cheek. Crisp, sharp swats were delivered on alternating cheeks until her skin began to turn pink and her bottom began to churn. When her foot kicked up, he reminded her to keep her legs down. A hand flew back after a hard swat was given under the curve of her buttocks.

“Hands flat on the floor, young lady,” Rob instructed. He lifted her buttock a bit higher to swat in the same spot twice more.

“Rob, please – it hurts!” Ever cried out, her head thrown back as a flurry of fast swats was delivered in rapid succession. The toes of her heels tapped against the floor behind her, her fingernails scrabbling against the wood floors.

“It’s supposed to hurt,” Rob announced, tilting her a bit further forward to position her anew. “You are being punished. It would be rather pointless to put you over my lap if I didn’t make your butt burn.” His palm slapped down on the back of her thigh and she screeched, her leg kicking up again. “Everleigh, keep your feet down! We have barely even started.”

Author Questions:

How much of your books are realistic?

           This is hard to answer. Some of them contain a great deal of my real-life experiences and memories. My historical ones are the least realistic I suppose but I do try to research actual events, dates, clothing, and items mentioned in the books. For the rest of it, I rely on my imagination.

How do you think the Internet and the surge of spanking related erotica is helping men and women who, pre-Internet, were confused or ashamed by their unusual desires.

           Before I answer this, I'd like to pass on something my psychology professor told our class. He asked for us to define abnormal. While most people answer as something not normal, he then asked us to define normal. The lesson was that normal or unusual have a million different definitions depending on who is defining the word.

           To answer the question, I believe that the Internet and the surge of spanking related erotica have allowed people not to be frightened to explore their desires. Finding your kink shared by others is certain to take away a bit of the fear of being outcasts from some normal definition. Television and movies are also expanding circles of acceptance. In my books, I try hard to stay within the boundaries of safe, sane and consensual between legal aged adults and whatever activity is being explored, it must not cause harm to anyone.

 

What inspired you to write your first book?

           I've been writing for as long as I can remember, but the first book I wrote for actual submission was actually written on a dare.

What is the worst critique you have ever gotten?

           A reader stated that while she loved all my books, I had one character that ruined an entire series for her. All I could do was explain that my intention hadn't been to do so and assure her that the next book hopefully would have her feel the character had redeemed himself.

And the best?

           I had a reader write and state that reading my books is helping her realize that she is not alone. She stated that reading about couples sharing love as well as discipline helped her feel validated in her desires.

 

What are your pet peeves or interesting things about you that you dislike?

           Pet peeves – judgmental people. We are all here on this earth together and I would so like it if people would try to accept/help others instead of hating them for being different than themselves.

           Something I dislike about myself – I tend to put myself down and not believe in my own worth. I can and do write about strong women but am still learning to be one.

 

Last, tell us one of your favorite things about someone in your family.

           I can just see my kids reading this and all tapping their foot waiting to ask why I didn't choose them. So, being an experienced mom, I'm going with my husband. He is one of the most open minded men I've ever met. He can sit and talk to virtual strangers for hours and, best of all, he allows me to be me. He will sit and listen to me read a new plot line or story idea. He has absolutely no problem telling me – uh, maybe you need to rethink that as we as state – sounds great – start writing. He is my best friend.

Form the Author:

I have been writing stories as long as I can remember. I am an author with Blushing Books. I enjoy writing both contemporary erotica as well as historical books set in ages past. I love developing characters that are able to tell their own stories. My heroines are multi-faceted women who are strong, intelligent and capable in their own right but find a deep need to share their lives with those strong, sexy and dominant alpha males that capture their hearts. My heros recognize the gift of submission for the gift it is, loving and protecting the women that offer that gift. I enjoy sweet, romantic stories with just a taste of domestic discipline as well as one that explore the harsher D/S lifestyle. I also enjoy writing age-play stories set both in Victorian era where women didn't have a great deal of power in their lives as well as in today's present time where women still find their happiness is greatly enhanced in offering the gift of submission. My hope is that you settle back in your favorite chair and allow my books to entertain you and let you escape into another world.

Please feel free to contact me at: maggie.ryan.writes@gmail.com as I'd love to hear from you.

I'd appreciate it if you'd leave a review on Amazon as well as reviews not only help inform other potential readers about books that you have enjoyed, they serve to help me strive to become a better writer. I so appreciate every reader and wish you Happy Reading!

Visit Maggie’s Website:

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Thank you for reading!

 

 

 

Special Introductory Price - Abby's Bluff - 4th July Weekend Offer - only on Amazon!

Happy 4th of July, all! Today I am excited to showcase my latest book, Abby's Bluff.

Abby's Bluff is available exclusively on Amazon this weekend for a special, new release sale price of $2.99.  

On Monday, it will be available everywhere else (Blushing Books & Barnes & Noble)...but at the regular price of $4.99.  Don't miss this chance to get this HOT new release for almost half-off!

Abielle O'Sullivan's world is turned on its axis when her boyfriend is killed in a motorcycle crash. To break the ensuing months-long cycle of self-destructive grief, her bestie, Miah, buys plane tickets and first class accommodation for a mad-ass weekend in Las Vegas. On their very first night, Abby meets Joel; an aloof but streetwise card sharp who is drawn to the cautious and sad-eyed beauty. He encourages the two friends to try their hands at the poker tables.

When Miah gets out-of-control drunk and loses more than she can pay, Joel offers Abby an unusual way out of the jam. Depending upon who wins one game of high-card, the alpha male will either cover Miah's losses, or Abby will become his sex slave for the duration of the rest of her stay in Vegas. Desperately wanting to help her friend, Abby is sorely tempted by his offer, even though she is not a gambling woman. Finally, she takes a chance and plays the game.

When she loses the draw, Abby's once limited sexual horizons are pushed to their limits.

With his understanding and sympathetic nature, however, Joel could prove to be more than a means to heal the hurt from her past. In fact, he might just be the one man she'd always dreamed of. Then again, he could also be a conman. In the end, only she can decide what her limits are.

And what happens after that is anyone's game.

Buy Abby's Bluff now!

Excerpt

 

"And bring random women."

"You're fishing again."

I wiggled my butt at him.  "I'm not the pervy one into donkeys."

He laughed. "I'm not into donkeys, you twit. I just love nature. You can lose yourself in the city, sometimes. I come out here to remind myself that Vegas is just an illusion. And you know exactly what I mean, you mischievous minx."

I did. But it was fun to string him along for a bit. I walked a little way off, following some loose tumbleweed, imagining what it would be like to drift so randomly free. But then I looked back to see if Joel was watching me. He was just a foot or so away, and had that look, so I knew I was in for it.

"Take your dress off."

"Here? Out in the open?"

"You know the rules, Abby. Do not question me when we play."

"Yes, oh, masterful one."

"You'll be punished for that."

I laughed, but played along. This time, my heart stopped more from the fear of being seen by others than from being naked in front of him. But I was growing used to obeying his commands. I removed my hat, pulled my dress over my head, and stood there, exposed to the elements and the burro. I prayed at least he'd avert his innocent eyes.

"And the rest. Take those off, too. You can put the hat back on. I don't want you getting sunstroke."

This time I took everything off quickly. The longer I dragged this out, the greater the chance of discovery.

"Now drop to your knees."

Heather Hart is a British novelist and short story writer.  Her pen names include P J Perryman and Jill Jackson. She currently lives in Maryland with two fat cats just a few doors away from her adopted American family.  Heather dreams of having a NY Times best seller and being hugged by Benedict Cumberbatch. She's not fussy about which one comes first. Unless there’s chocolate. Sweet Lord, please! Feed her chocolate.

Visit her website here:

http://heatherhartbooks.blogspot.com/

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Presenting: Taken and Tamed by Kallista Dane

As an author of true-crime novels, Cass Newcombe has visited supermax prisons,
interviewed hit men, and explored the minds of serial killers. But none of that could have
prepared her for Zander Coleman. Within moments of meeting Cass, the devastatingly
handsome former mob enforcer has broken through her professional persona in a way
few men ever have before, leaving her heart racing and her mind filled with images of her
naked, bound, and at his mercy.

To her shock, Cass’s interview with Zander has barely ended when she suddenly
becomes an unwilling participant in a prison break. After using her as a hostage to make
his getaway, Zander heads for a secluded cabin deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains with
Cass along for the ride. Despite his promise to release her once the search for him has
died down, Cass is determined to make a run for it sooner rather than later.

But Zander is not a man to be outwitted easily, and after a failed attempt at escape she
ends up thrown over his shoulder and dragged unceremoniously back to the cabin.
Stripped bare and held over his lap for a long, hard spanking which leaves her sobbing
and promising obedience, Cass has never felt so humiliated in her life. Yet when the
punishment ends at last and Zander tosses her on a bed and takes her long and hard, Cass
finds herself not only submitting willingly but actually yearning for more.

Though Zander knows it’s only a matter of time before they’re tracked down, he cannot
deny that he is beginning to feel more than just a powerful lust for his sexy captive. But
he has a secret he doesn’t dare share with Cass… one that could easily cost them both
their lives.

Publisher’s Note: Taken and Tamed is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings,
sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you,
please don’t buy this book.

Buy links
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Kallista’s Bio
        Like Scheherezade of the ancient fable, I cannot sing or dance or paint.  I have but
one talent.  I am a weaver of words.  I love to tell stories of strong women and the even
stronger men who suddenly show up in their lives when they expect it least and need it
most.
        As a little girl I was afraid to take risks.  But when I grew up, I vowed never to let
the thrills in life pass me by because of fear.  Since then, I’ve walked on the Great Wall
of China, scuba dived in underwater caves, and skied a black diamond run in Vail. But
the greatest risk I’ve taken is sharing my naughtiest secret fantasies in the books I write.
I’m happily married to my very own erotic Knight, the man who makes all my
fantasies come true - and some I never even dreamed of.

Kallista’s Blog    http://kallistadane.blogspot.com/
Facebook   https://www.facebook.com/kallista.dane.5
Kallista’s Amazon Author page   http://www.amazon.com/Kallista-
Dane/e/B00D54IW6M/

Excerpt
She put down her pen.  “I have an excellent bullshit meter, Zander, and I’m sure
you do too.  Right now mine is clanging so loud I’m not going to be able to hear anything
else you say.  So I’ll tell you what - how about if we make a deal?  There’s got to be
some payoff here for you as well as for me.  What if we make this fun - turn it into a little
game and see who goes the longest?  Like truth or dare.  You ask me a question and I’ll
answer.  If you think I’ve answered honestly, then I’ve earned the right to ask you a
question and get an honest answer.  Does that sound fair?”
No doubt about it.  She was good.  Appealing to his feeling of superiority, giving
him the opportunity to pit his intellectual skill against hers.  Seeing which of them could
delve deeper into the psyche of the other, carving out the emotional entrails of their
opponent and spreading them out on the table.
He smiled again, but the smile never reached his eyes.  “So we both agree to take
turns answering each other’s questions.  Honestly.  The game stops if one of us even
thinks the other is lying.  And I go first.  Right?”
“That’s right.”
“Okay, Cass.  You’ve got yourself a deal.”  He was silent for a moment, allowing
the suspense to build.  “Tell me - when’s the last time some guy dragged you across his
lap, then yanked your panties down and spanked your bare ass good and hard until you
begged him to stop?”

Thank you for reading!

Heather

Amelia, Book One in The Marriage Market Series

 

Fresh out of Mrs. Pettigrew's School for Young Ladies, Amelia Westcott and her two best friends are ready for adventure.  Suddenly a life filled with social obligations and meaningless gossip seems unappealing.  On a whim the girls investigate the phenomena of young women heading west to marry, and Amelia is captivated by the freedom such a decision offers.

Hugh Jordon needs a wife.  The severe shortage of women in the Pacific Northwest makes advertising for a bride seems reasonable. As long as he finds a wife who is the exact opposite of his tempestuous mother, he’ll be well satisfied. Studying the applicants, he chooses one that seems to best fit his needs, and delegates his head clerk with the critical task of sending polite rejections to the others. Unfortunately, most of them never get the letter Hugh anticipated and soon the brides descend, all expecting to marry the same man!

 Amelia is horrified, and realizes that the adage "marry in haste, repent at leisure" has never been more true. How could he do that to her? What sort of man was he, to propose to so many women? She simply must have their wedding annulled and return to Massachusetts at once.

Hugh has other ideas. In his opinion, the perfect place for his bride to learn about faith, loyalty and commitment is in his home and over his knee!

 

 

Excerpt  # 1

Her feet barely skimmed the gently sloping, verdant lawn as she hurried to a destination she had been to thousands of times.  Reaching the iron gate, she sat the basket down momentarily as she took a small key from her pocket.  It only took a moment to unlock the barrier the fathers had insisted on.  Seconds later she was through and could see the bright sunlight past the thick hedge.

“I’m here,” she called out gaily, nearly skidding to a stop.  “Oh,” she sighed dramatically as she dropped to the ground, the brim of her hat flopping up and down.

“What took you so long?” Grace demanded.  “I’m starving and I almost had to go to the dressmaker with mother.” 

Effie turned up her nose and gave a delicate shiver.  “How horrible,” she drawled as she took the quilt from Amelia and spread it neatly on the ground.

“Don’t make light of it, Effie,” Amelia said with a laugh.  “When mother died, father asked Mrs. Wentworth to take me along to the dressmakers with Grace.  I’ve never been poked so much in my entire life.”

“Sorry,” Effie offered, sitting on the quilt and watching Grace unpack the basket.

“It’s all right,” Grace replied, picking up a pickle and taking a big bite.  “You just have no concept of how exacting my mother can be,” she continued, chewing as she spoke.

“Wouldn’t Mrs. Pettigrew have a fit if she could see us now?” Amelia asked as she sat cross legged, her bare legs showing as she reached for her own pickle.

Effie straightened and placed her hand on her hips.  Looking down her nose she began a perfect imitation of the woman they’d all grown to hate.

“Young ladies, young ladies,” she spat out crisply as she clapped her hands.  “It is not proper to show your lower extremities,” she scolded, eyeing Grace who was sitting on her heels.  “When a lady sits, she does so gracefully, gently sweeping her skirt to the side. She does not cross her legs, nor does she allow anything more than a glimpse of her ankles,” she continued, hiking up her pink dress and pointing her toes inward, giving her backside an inflated appearance.

Grace and Amelia howled with laughter.

 “Ladies, a well-bred young woman does not bellow with mirth,” Effie informed them, wagging her finger.  “She quietly titters behind her fan or a lace handkerchief.  Observe,” she continued, plucking a small lace square from her pocket and holding it to her mouth as she giggled and rolled her eyes.

Grace and Amelia began clapping, yelling, “Bravo!”

 

Excerpt #2

"It's nothing really," she replied softly with an embarrassing blush. "It was a long trip and I've left my family and my closest friends behind. I guess I was lonely and a bit scared."

"And are you a woman given to tears? I've always found them hard to abide except under certain circumstances."

"No, Mr. Jordon, absolutely not. Usually I'm quite eager to experience new things. As I said, I don't know what came over me."

Hugh sighed and easily lifted her to her feet before he rose, towering over her.

"Well, now that you've somewhat recovered, I suggest we make our way to our hotel where you can uh…freshen up or whatever it is women do after a long journey and rest until it's time for dinner." Taking her hand he tucked it securely in the curve of his arm.

"I am quite rested, Mr. Jordon," Amelia insisted, gripping his arm tightly as he wove their way through the throng of passengers. "In fact, I would love to see some of the city as soon as I've gotten settled in my room."

"All right, if that is your preference," he agreed.

"Thank you, Mr. Jordon," she said, looking up at him with a small smile.

"I think you'd better call me Hugh."

"Oh, I couldn't," she gasped. "Not yet. After all, I hardly know you."

"Amelia," he began, his lips twisting in an ironic smile. "You jumped into my arms, cried all over my shirt, sat on my lap and blew you nose into my handkerchief. I believe we've moved beyond the formalities," he teased, patting her hand.

"Yes, Hugh," she whispered back. "I'm sorry if I caused you any embarrassment by my actions and I'll understand if you want to withdraw your proposal."

Hugh stopped and turned to her. Her dry eyes were now a beautiful clear gray as she slowly lifted her chin. There was a spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose he hadn't noticed. She'd said she was small of stature, but that would be true standing next to a normal size man. Beside him, the top of her head didn't reach his shoulder, but she was perfectly lovely. Her pink lips formed a sweet bow and her curls spilled over her shoulder, having escaped from her cock-eyed hat. The faint scent of lilacs drifted past his nose, as he lowered his head to speak quietly in her ear.

"Not only do I not wish to withdraw my proposal, but I fear even if you should like to change your mind, I could not allow it. While you're not quite what I expected, I am not at all disappointed. I will hold you to your promise, Amelia," he said firmly. "When we board the ship for home, you will be my wife."

 

Excerpt #3

"I'm sorry," she said with a somewhat indignant sniff, her shoulders stiff. "I didn't realize how serious you were."

"Yes, I can see that," Hugh sighed. At first he was only going to scold her, but her tone struck a chord that was strangely reminiscent of one he'd heard his mother take with his father a thousand times. While not exactly argumentative, it did have a bite of sarcasm. Clearly she was affronted and it bordered on disrespectful. It was a recipe for a marriage full of constant bickering and was not on his agenda, now or ever. He would not put up with having his authority constantly challenged. Releasing one arm he picked up her hairbrush and hefted it in his hand.

"I'm sorry you did not understand how serious I am about your well-being. I'm about to remedy that right now," he told her as he pulled her to the bed.

Amelia didn't resist. It wasn't until he sat down and pulled her over his knees with ridiculous ease that it dawned on her what his intentions were.

"You can't be serious, Mr. Jordon," she squeaked out, too stunned to struggle.

"Hugh," he reminded her as he gathered both of her wrists at the back of her waist. "Because we are not yet wed, I'm going to emphasize my feelings over your skirt. Once you become my wife, should this be necessary in the future, rest assured it will be on your bare bottom."

Amelia couldn't help it, she began to laugh.

The hand that held the hairbrush stopped in mid-air as soon as he heard it.

"Are you laughing?" he demanded incredulously.

"No, oh no," she replied before more snickers escaped.

Hugh's arm dropped to her back, still holding the brush.

"Would you mind telling me what's so all fired funny about this?" he asked, stunned.

Amelia laughed harder and turned to look at him over her shoulder.

"Mr. Jordon, I mean Hugh," she began, her eyes twinkling. "I am a young woman on my own for the first time. I've traveled thousands of miles, slipped away from my family and some very dear friends, all in my quest for adventure and independence. I clearly stated in my letter that I believed in the emancipation of women. I've known you approximately two hours, and in that time, I've made of fool of myself in front of hordes of strangers, made my prospective husband think I'm incapable of following the simplest instructions and am about to get spanked for the first time in my life. I find the absurdity of the situation remarkably amusing."

"Well let me see if I can take some of the amusement out of the situation for you," he growled, raising the brush and bringing it down smartly on her backside.

 

Excerpt #4

“What are you going to do about getting your bride back?” Duncan asked, draining his glass.

“I plan to wait a few days and let the dust settle while I get to the bottom of this.  Then I will present her with the evidence of my innocence.  Hopefully, she will realize it’s all been a horrible mistake and come home with her loving husband,” he said, placing his hand on his chest and giving a small bow.  Picking up his glass he drained it and slammed it down on the mantle.

“When we get home, I will teach her a very valuable lesson regarding marriage, commitment and trusting one’s husband.”

“And if she refuses?”

“Oh she can refuse at the top of her lungs; she’ll come home under her own steam or over my shoulder getting her ass swatted every step of the way.  If it comes to that, I plan to take the long way home, right through the center of town.”

Duncan scoffed.  “You’ll never get her out of the house that way.  Not unless you plan to do battle with you mother.”

“I was hoping you would take care of that part,” Hugh said.  “It’s time you stood up to her father, and you know in your heart I’m right.  She’s taunted you for years; it’s almost like watching someone poking a sleeping bear.  She flits here and there doing lord knows what.  Now she’s tossed you out of your own damn home.  Where does it end?  Divorce?”

“Never,” Duncan roared.  “I’ll no give her a divorce under any circumstances!”

“Then do something about her,” Sam sighed.  “She’s out of control, has been for years.  If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for us, for any grandchildren we may give you.  Hell, do it because you love her and it’s for her own good.  She’s not getting any younger you know and neither are you.   What are you waiting for? Isn’t nearly thirty years of her tantrums and spending frenzies enough?  Think of the example she’s setting for Amelia, and if I ever get married, I certainly don’t want my wife behaving like that.  How will I argue against it when my own father tolerates it?”

“Ach, it’s a sad day when a man has to take his hand to his wife,” Duncan sighed, his shoulders slumping.  “I’ll think on it.”

 

Buy Links:

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Amelia-Marriage-Market-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00XRMENAQ/ref=sr_1_11?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1432153626&sr=1-11&keywords=stevie+macfarlane

Amazon UK:   http://www.amazon.co.uk/Amelia-Marriage-Market-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00XRMENAQ/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1432306874&sr=1-1&keywords=stevie+macfarlane

Barnes & Nobel:   http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/amelia-stevie-macfarlane/1121959768?ean=2940151417440

Blushing Books:  http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=3360&welcome=1

 

You can find Stevie at:

Amazon Author’s Page http://www.amazon.com/Stevie-MacFarlane/e/B00AJD34BU/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1422383716&sr=8-1

Website: http://steviemacfarlane.weebly.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/stevie.macfarlane.7

Twitter:  @steviemac1175

Email:  steviemacfarlane@aol.com

 

 

SORROWLANDS: Flora and the Demi-Gods - Introductory Low Price!

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Just released by Mystic Books, Sorrowlands is the tale of Flora, a dryad, wrongly accused by Hades of her husband's murder. Condemned to death, her sentence is commuted to exile and she is sold as a concubine to one of Hades sons, Ragnold. While the God of the Underworld plots to seize Olympus, Flora steals a sacred chalice, the source of his power.  Aided only by a reluctant soldier and an over-sexed satyr, she escapes her bondage and must cross the deadly Sorrowlands to return what she has stolen.  The only question is, will she able to complete her mission in time?

Link to buy the book: Sorrowlands

FREE EXCERPT

There were no plush furnishings in Maljandra’s apartment. Flora was left unguarded and unchained and she wondered why they hadn’t made her more secure. The moment they left, she walked cautiously to the terrace. As she drew close, her vision faded. She shook her head and stepped back. The moment she retreated, her vision returned. How strange, she thought. She turned and made a dash for the door. She put her hand on it and her sight left her completely. She turned too quickly, and lost her balance. Fear engulfed her and her heart pounded in her ears. She spread her hands out blindly and sought a solid surface to latch onto. A gasp escaped her when she brushed against the silken tunic of a man.

“There’s no use to trying to escape,” said a cold, clear voice. “My apartments are enchanted.”

“I cannot see,” Flora cried. “Give me back my eyes or I shall go mad.”

“The enchantment will lift when I tell it to and not a moment before. Clearly you tried to do something you should not.”

She flinched as Maljandra’s hand touched her shoulder. The wizard let it linger there, and then turned her body toward him. She recoiled at his touch but he only sighed pleasantly. With one quick maneuver he pushed the tattered silk garment off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. “Such a pity,” he said. “You’re quite a beauty. Still, you’re to be marked for Hades, so I cannot touch you now.”

“I heard you were a great wizard, prove your goodness and set me free.”

Maljandra laughed a low, hollow laugh. “If you’ve heard anything at all, I’ll wager you’ve heard of my indifference to the pleas of desperate women.”

He took her hand and jerked her arm. “Follow me.” She stumbled, but quickly got her feet under her for fear he would drag her across the floor. She reached out to keep herself from running into anything and her hand connected with a doorway as they passed through into another chamber. The sound of trickling water reached her ears. “You must be prepared for the ritual. Wait here.”

Perhaps he left for only a few seconds, but to Flora, blind and naked in a strange place, it felt like an eternity. She stood vulnerable and trembling, and felt more fear than she’d ever known before. Her empty stomach roared for attention, and if she did not eat soon, she would faint. She had need of Dero’s courage, and she turned the ring still on her finger. A warm sensation crept through her tired limbs and her hunger faded at once, but not even Dero’s magic was enough to erase her fear of pain. What will he do to me? What form will the sacrifice take? How much will I suffer?

She did not have to wonder long for the mage soon returned.

“Come,” Maljandra said. He took her hand and led her forward. Slowly, they walked down a couple of steps and then water rose over her foot. As they descended the steps, the water rose up her legs and she realized they were in a pool. This must be his bathing chamber. The water was warm and soothed her blood-stained skin. Nevertheless she advanced cautiously, and her legs locked, afraid she might slip and fall. As he brushed by her, Flora felt the wizard’s bare skin and knew he’d undressed to bathe her.

The slightly rough surface of a sponge rubbed across her body as the mage wiped away the stench of stale blood and the dungeon. He washed her slowly and carefully, and left no part of her body untouched. She trembled with every stroke, and she sensed her fear pleased him. As his hands washed her hair, he was close up against her, and Flora felt both his desire and frustration.

“Do you always do as you’re told?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Ragnold is your master, is he not? You are in his service and do his dirty work.” She put her hand on his bare chest. “Set me free and I could reward you. Return my sight to me and help me escape.”

Maljandra’s hand cupped her right breast and he caressed it gently. “You want me to set you free?” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes, I beg you, let me go.”

He squeezed, but the pain she felt in her breast was nothing to the pain she felt throughout her body. It twisted within her, eating into every part of her, leaving nothing unscathed by its sharp teeth. A scream tore from her, leaving her throat raw, followed by another. She screamed more than she’d ever done before.

“And who would free me from the wrath of Hades?” he asked. His breath was hot against her ear. “You think me as weak as any mortal man? Do you think the temptation of a little dryad would easily turn me? Know this, foolish woman. You’ll remain blind till I take you to the temple. I’ll restore your sight long enough for you to see Ragnold’s gauntlet rip out your heart.”

In spite of the pain wrenching through her, Flora spat, praying she spat in the mage’s face, but he didn’t strike or hurt her again. The pain stopped as instantaneously as it began and Maljandra put his hand on Melinoe’s necklace. His hand hesitated against the dark circle, as if he sensed some power within it. A low growl emanated from him and she winced as he wrenched it from her neck.

Once her body was prepared, he led her from the pool and left her alone. From the other chamber the sound of fabric on skin reached her and she guessed he was drying his body and dressing. He soon returned.

“Kneel,” Maljandra commanded. The urge to run gripped her, but some invisible force pushed her to her knees. She couldn’t sense where in the room they were, but she smelled smoke and heard the crackling of a fire. “You were supposed to be branded this morning as a concubine, but now the brand will be the mark of Hades.”

Again, the urge to run overwhelmed her, but Maljandra’s magic was tighter than any bond. A hiss filled the room, followed by the roar of flames. Flora recognized the sound from the slave market in Bartom. It was the sound of a branding iron being turned in the fire. She closed her eyes tightly and her throat clicked when she tried to swallow. Gods, my throat is so dry!

“They say to be branded is one of the most intense pains known to man.”

Flora began to shake violently. She wanted to turn Dero’s ring again but she couldn’t move her arms. The heat of the iron warmed her skin as it passed by her face. Maljandra was teasing her, letting her feel its heat before the dreadful moment.

Her heart seemed frozen in her chest and tears of anguish fell down her face.

“Very good,” said Maljandra. “You are tamed at last. But that will not save you now.”

When the branding iron was pressed into her skin, a searing pain such as she’d never known before washed over her. The smell of scorched flesh filled the air and her scream echoed off the walls. Her anguish died in her throat, as she fell, mercifully, unconscious to the floor.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Iris Woodbury is an English author born in London, England who was later thrust into the bosom of the United States. She lives very happily in the beautiful state of Maryland where she hopes to stay forever. Follow her on FB at https://www.facebook.com/iris.woodbury or tweet away to your heart’s content to @IrisWoodbury.  Feed her chocolate. She likes that.

 

Thanks you for reading!

Jill

 

Title: Protected by the Knight (#3 in the Loving the Knight Series)

I have the privilege to present snippets from Sadie Dane's latest book, Protected by the Knight. Sadie is an American Author from Portland Oregon, where she lives with her husband. So, without further ado, I give you, Protected by the Knight.

 

Summary: Sir Edward Caldwell is not the type of knight to entertain notions of love. He has seen how little it takes to break a vow, and refuses to ever end up the fool. So when he's ordered to protect a visiting princess, he seizes the opportunity to add a royal notch to his bedpost. What he never expected was that the princess would be just as much of a player as he is.

Princess Lotte has mere weeks before her arranged marriage is to take place and, despite her personal guard's wishes, plans to spend that time experiencing everything life has to offer. Luckily, fate sends her just the knight for the job. But when she finds herself over his knee, with her heart on her sleeve, she realizes she's playing a dangerous game - without knowing the rules


Blurb:

Chapter One

"Of course, dove. You are my everything. Without you there is no meaning." Edward performed his lines with the perfection of a seasoned actor. He gripped the supple cheeks of the vixen straddling him. She bit her lower lip, an amazing actress by her own right, as her bright blue eyes burned. They both knew the parts they needed to play.

"What if my husband finds out?" she whispered as if their love had robbed her of enough air to speak at a normal level.

Edward let his hands slide up her torso where he held a breast in each palm. His cock hardened at the dessert that was to come. He'd sampled this treat before and knew it was worth the theatricality required to taste it. "Let him find out," Edward hissed, his lips vibrated against her neck. "Let the world find out!"

She wailed in longing, their scene had reached its climax and now it was time for Edward to reach his. His cock celebrated its near victory. His hands joined the party as he lifted the sultry siren up enough to delve into her silky folds.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Someone knocked urgently at his door. Edward turned his head from the sound and lifted his hips. The woman froze, wide eyes transfixed on the very door Edward was happy to ignore.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Piss off!"

The woman shrieked. "What if it's my husband?"

Moments from glory, Edward clucked his tongue and shook his head softly. "No, no," he placed a soothing hand on her cheek. "I'm sure it is nothing import—"

"Urgent message from the King!" came the voice from the other side of the door.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," Edward bit the words out, sliding from beneath the beautiful, blonde filly. He watched her slide back and out of sight before yanking the door open, not bothering to cover himself. "What is it?"

A young, very serious looking messenger glanced once at the parchment he held before speaking at a volume loud enough for the entire castle to hear. "The King requests your discreet presence at a secret—"

"Excuse me," Edward interrupted the messenger, leaning one arm up and against the doorway, "if it is a secret, should you be screaming?"

The messenger remained, his mouth wide open, his forehead crinkling as if he was pondering life's greatest questions. Edward looked past the goldfish and spied a smirking figure lurking in the shadows on the other side of the path.

"I am quite busy," Edward said to the figure in the shadows.

Caldwell leaned forward and crossed his arms. "Not anymore."

 

Links to buy:

Blushing: http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=3366&welcome=1

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00Y332SE6/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00Y332SE6&linkCode=as2&tag=romantspanki-20&linkId=BKBZAVTHZW6LESDK

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/protected-by-the-knight-sadie-dane/1121979705?ean=2940151532419

Bio

Sadie Dane was born and raised in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, a place where coffee is an acceptable beverage choice at any hour and where umbrellas are for quitters. Her love of romance novels brought her to an early life of crime and deception as she became an expert at stealing her mother’s old bodice rippers, memorizing exactly how they were placed on the shelf and returning them, unnoticed. She is happy that these days she can read and write freely, using less covert tactics.

Links to other works:

Pursued by the Knight: Amazon- http://www.amazon.com/Pursued-Knight-Sadie-Dane-ebook/dp/B00FL4UH94

B&N- http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/pursued-by-the-knight-sadie-dane/1117029458?ean=2940148506386

Blushing books- http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=2546

Possessed by the Knight: Amazon- http://www.amazon.com/Possessed-Knight-Sadie-Dane-ebook/dp/B00IZEGS4A

B&N- http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/possessed-by-the-knight-blushing-books/1118907620?ean=2940149537440

Blushing Books- http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=2749

Blog: Saucy Sadie- www.sadiedane.wordpress.com/

Facebook: Be my friend! www.facebook.com/sadie.dane.71

Twitter: https://twitter.com/SadieDane

Interview

What prompted you to write Protected by the Knight?

Protected by the Knight is actually the third book in my Loving the Knight series. Each book before was written to be enjoyed as a stand-alone, however there are repeat, or cameo, characters. That being said, Edward appeared first in the second book of the series, Possessed by the Knight as the hero’s brother. Edward was such a fun, sexy character to write, I was immediately intrigued about who he would end up with, what his sexy story was. I was able to discover that with Protected by the Knight and have to say (though I am biased) that he couldn’t have ended up with anyone better.

Which fictional character would you like to have a drink with?

This is a rough question because as soon as I think and decide on one person a new, better character pops in my head. Not to sound narcissistic but I would love to catch a pint with every single one of my own characters (if they can stop shagging long enough). Dumbledore is another one that keeps popping up. I bet that guy is a party.



. Why do you think sex sells?



Because it’s fun? I know why I enjoy reading erotic romance and it is for the same reason I read most fiction, to escape and explore. Only with erotic romance you are escaping into the arms of hot men and exploring…well you get it.







How much does your own sexuality come into play when you are writing a book?



It’s hard to not let my own turn ons and offs creep into my writing, but I try to stay out of it. If anything, I will hear about a kink, research it so I can write it and then after writing it, think that it may sound like fun. I am sure my husband is worried about this every time I write about something that is out of his comfort zone! Joking. Kind of.



. Blushing Books is known for their sexy spanking and domestic discipline stories, do you live that life?



This question of living the life gets asked a lot. I like to say first that I write erotic romance, do I live that life? I guess, yes, I do have sex. Sometimes it is even romantic. J As for some of the other aspects, I like to dabble--experience this or that--but I don’t think I could live one way all day every day.

Why Santa Has Me On The Naughty List! #Erotica #BlushingBooks

As much as I love Santa, I have to confess I've been a real bad girl this year. But in a good way for all you naughty readers! Here is a list of my naughty but so very nice contributions to your erotica libraries, complete with a teeny summation of each titillating work.

I hope you've been as naughty as me and gave Santa a reason to put you over his knee!

Jingle Belles:
Belle was given everything, great looks, a fantastic boyfriend, and her Advertising Agency was set to become one of the best in the business. But all this was spoiled by her cold and selfish heart. Her dead roommate, Nicky, warns her she'll be visited by three ghosts, and if she doesn't take heed, she will pay for all eternity.
This book jingled your Christmas bells with a little spanking and light humor! Available now at Blushing Books by clicking here.


A Bride For Lord Esher:
Lord Esher makes a foolish bet with his best friend to either bed the woman serving them at the tavern - or marry her!  Carried away in drunken foolishness he wakes up to find this low-born woman by his bed, studying him. But despite his best attempts to rid himself of such an unsuitable wife, he is stuck with her. But when she is driven away by his unscrupulous friends he will do anything to get her back.
Dark with a sprinkle of BDSM, this one will pull your heartstrings as well as your Christmas cracker. Available now at Blushing Books by clicking here.

Lady Charity and the Guilty Pleasure:
When Lady Charity Lancing comes into possession of a book censored by Regency society as indecent, it seems little more than a trivial guilty pleasure. But when her possession of it is discovered, an unscrupulous suitor uses her secret as leverage in his marriage proposition - with disastrous consequences for all.
This book is a sweet, though dark romance - underlining the stark contrast between erotic fantasy and real-life trials. More nice, than naughty! Available now at Blushing Books by clicking here.


Rosaline and the Marquis:
Four sexually adventurous college students use a dusty occult tome to resurrect the Marquis deSade, and get more than they bargained for. The students only wanted to draw on the famous sadist's experience to enhance their erotic education, but soon they find themselves under the sway of a charismatic figure as powerful in death as he ever was in life.
Rosaline and the Marquis is dark, with some added humor and a lot of naughty! Available now at Blushing Books by clicking here.


Drench the Wench:
Still my personal favorite, this one is a collection of sexual adventures played out at a Renaissance Fair. From elves who sneak into the faire leather shop after hours to satisfy their curiosity about human sexuality, to a dryad’s mind-blowing sex with a wizard, to the most unusual werewolf encounter you will ever read, this book is one that will make you pant and giggle naughtily in delightful turns. If this doesn't ding those sleigh bells, nothing will! Available now at Blushing Books by clicking here.


From my library to yours, I hope yours was a Merry Christmas, and that you have a happy New Year!

Remember - - Santa's watching for 2015 - there will always be another naughty list!

Thank you for reading,

Jill!