Presenting: My Sassy Settler, by the Ever-So-Sassy Maggie Ryan!

Tonight, I bring to you My Sassy Settler, which is the second book in the Willamette Wives series, and also continues the story of Anna and Richard, Charity and James, and other characters first introduced in Maggie Ryan's bestselling book: His Passionate Pioneer.  Here's a saucy teaser from the book:

 

"Go ahead and take off your apron," he instructed as he moved away.

Obeying, she untied the bow at her back and then hung the apron on its hook. Her hands itched to at least pour the water over the dishes but his next words had all thoughts of housekeeping flying from her mind.

"Come here, Agatha."

Looking towards him, she saw that he had moved his chair out from the table. He'd taken a seat and was holding out his hand. Swallowing hard, she took the first step that would change the dynamic of their marriage. Walking to him, she stopped when she reached his side.

"Do you remember why you are going to be spanked?"

"Y-yes," she whispered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir, I remember."

"Good." He patted his lap. "Right over now."

She could feel her face flush but obediently bent to lie across his knees. A soft gasp escaped her as she felt unbalanced but he put an arm around her waist and pulled her tighter against his body.

"I've got you, darlin'. I won't let you fall. Put your hands flat on the floor."

Planting her hands on the floor, she realized that the only contact possible with her feet were the very tips of her boots, and yet she felt secure. That was until he began to lift her skirts.

"What are you doing?" she gasped.

"Baring your bottom for your spanking," he answered, her skirts and petticoats lifting higher.

"But…"

"Exactly," he said as he laid the yards of fabric onto her back. "Your little butt is my target, and I'll need to see it to deliver your spanking."

"My Pa never—"

"Agatha, I'm not your Pa. I am your husband. I told you that spankings given to a child differ from those given to a wife. I'm also telling you that I will be the one to decide not only how to position you, but how your clothing will be adjusted if you are wearing any."

Wearing any? Surely he couldn't mean… Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt the tie at the back of her waist being tugged at. "What are you doing?"

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Maggie Ryan is an author for Blushing Books.  She writes both contemporary erotica and historical spanking romances.  She describes herself as "one of the squeakiest clean girls on the planet as I would spend hours in the tub so I could read without being bothered. "

Follow her on Twitter: https://twitter.com/_Maggie_Ryan

Email: maggie.ryan.writes@gmail.com

Don’t miss these exciting titles by Maggie Ryan and Blushing Books!

Charming Isabella

Louisa Revealed: Women of Wintercrest Book 1

Lord Edward’s Law: Women of Wintercrest Book 2

Claimed: Women of Wintercrest Book 3

Lucy Surrenders:  Women of Wintercrest Book 4

Summer Solace

Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca

Lucy’s Journey Home:  Hunter’s Ridge Book 1

Homecoming: Hunter’s Ridge Book 2

Reunion: Hunter’s Ridge Book 3

Designed for Submission: Divine Designs Book 1

A Submissive's Dream: Divine Designs Book 2

Treasured Submission

Haven’s Promise: Divine Designs Book 3

The Christmas Pickle

A Submissive’s Gift: Divine Designs Book 4

Rosie’s Resolutions (Masters of the Castle)

My Charming Valentine (Corbin’s Bend)

Miss Summers’ School: Lessons in Submission, Book One

Cherry’s Jubilee: Lessons in Submission, Book Two

Ever  Lasting Hope (Corbin’s Bend)

An  Author’s Angst (Corbin’s Bend)

Realizing Her Dream (w/ Laurel Jane)

His Passionate Pioneer

My Sassy Settler

A Little Sunshine (written w/ Abbie Adams)

 

So there you have it! I hope you enjoyed this little sampler and hope to see you same time next week!

Thanks for reading!

 

Heather

Look Santa - Unabashed Naughty! #Christmas #Erotica #ASMSG

In a few days I will be in the air heading over to Merry Ole England for the holidays. I am blessed to have family on both sides of the pond, but this year I want to spend Christmas with the English crowd. There is something very special about the spirit of Christmas over there - it has this amazing Victorian/Dickensian thing going on. Give me my family, a hot mince pie and a snowball (advocaat and lemonade) and you have a happy Heather!

So before I go, I wanted to share a little of my two Christmas stories with you. When I wrote them I felt a little of that magical Christmas spirit, and through my words I would love to pass that feeling onto you. Merry Christmas, everyone!

The following snippet is from Spy Games 3 - A Swinging Christmas!

On Christmas morning Kassie found herself tied up tighter than a turkey bird. She could

barely move or cry out, her bonds were so tight. When Robert told her he had something to show

her in the kitchen, this was not what she had in mind. She watched him now in his paper party

hat as he finished slicing up an onion, then scooped the severed layers into a large, stainless steel

bowl.

"Stuffing's ready."

"Mmph!"

She shot him a killer look and continued working against her restraints. She couldn't

argue with him, not with a red-ball gag filling her mouth. All she could do was pray no one was

staring at her through the kitchen window. She must have looked a proper idiot trussed up naked

as the day she was born on the kitchen island like this. They might mistakenly think the stuffing

was meant for her.

"Look, you should have covered this in your initial training. How your first agency ever

expected you to survive in the field without teaching you basic escape techniques is a total

mystery to me."

"Mmph!" As she struggled against her bonds, he used a wooden spoon to shove the

prepared stuffing into the sacrificial turkey. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. "Dinner

will be in three hours. Let's just hope you can wriggle your way out before then, or I'll be eating

alone, and you'll get a good spanking instead of what's under the tree."

His skill with rope was too good, and she was never going to get herself out. As she

pondered the misery of three whole hours on this stupid island, his phone, which he'd left right

by her head, began to vibrate. Robert washed his hands in the sink and answered the call. After a

few seconds he put the phone down and with a flick of his wrist cut the cords around her wrists

and ankles, giving her a friendly slap on the backside when he was done.

"Fun's over. We've got a job to do."

 

 

My other Christmas book was written under a different pen-name - Jill Jackson. Jingle Belles is a merry little tale based on a classic Christmas favorite, A Christmas Carol.

Once the pair had reached climax, Ollie untied her wrists so they could snuggle into each other. Then Ollie started, and pulled away. He reached down and pulled something out from under the mattress. "Oh, I almost forgot. I brought one of your Christmas presents with me. I meant for you to open it earlier, but lost all train of thought once you were naked on the bed. It might be a little squashed now."

She laughed as he put the roughly wrapped item into her hand. Whatever it was, it was heavy and stiff and she wrapped her knuckles on the surface. Her brows wrinkled, perplexed.

"Go on, open it."

She was still laughing as she opened it. The thing was about twelve-inches long, made of wood, with a long handle. "You bought me...a chopping board?" 13


"Ha, you idiot. It's a paddle?"

"Ha!"

"Yes, and I plan to spank you with it whenever you're naughty."

"Like when?"

"Like now!" He stole it from her hands and playfully turned her over. In a flash she felt the smooth side of the paddle wallop her bare backside. She tried to turn over again but was laughing so hard she lost all control of the situation and Ollie thwacked her again.

"Give me that!"

At last she managed to break free of his grasp, and on her turn, she roughly clasped his penis. "Shouldn't a punishment be followed by reward?"

"You got that right!"

 

So there you have it. Merry Christmas, everyone!

 

Heather!

 

 

Presenting: The Code of the West, by the Captivating Kelly Dawson

Today I got me a wild one! Hold onto your breeches and slap your thighs because tonight I'm showcasing the amazing Kelly Dawson.  Kelly is an unabashed cowboy lover and you'll get that yeee haaaw feeling when you read her stuff.

The Code of the West is a standalone sequel to The Ways of the West and just to put you in the mood for more, here's a daggone snippet from the book!

“I’m not a child!” she protested.

            “No,” Mr Jordan agreed, sliding down off his gelding. “I wouldn’t do to a child what I’m about to do to you. What were you thinking? There’s no doctor within 200 miles – you could have been killed!”

            “But I wasn’t,” she pointed out. “We were fine.”

            She watched in morbid fascination as Mr Jordan took off his gun belt, draping it over the saddle of his horse. Then he rolled up his sleeves to the elbows to expose corded, muscular forearms. He was really going to do it! There were no wooden spoons out here – was he just going to use his hand? The thought intrigued her. She took in his sheer size, his incredible strength, his powerful muscles, his well-toned body. She took note of his huge, calloused hands. She gulped. Somehow, she didn’t think Mr Jordan would need anything other than the palm of his hand to ignite a fire in her backside.

            “I gave you an order,” he told her sternly, but so quietly that she could barely hear him.

            “I’m not much good at taking orders.” She waved her hand dismissively. “It was just me and Neil for a long time. I’m not used to being obedient.”

            “Well you’re about to learn.”

 

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 Author Bio:  Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book - preferably a rural romance where a strong woman falls in love with a ruggedly-handsome, tough but gentle cowboy, and these are the types of characters who feature in the stories she writes. Only in Kelly’s books, the cowboys are even better because they spank!
She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat.

 Social Media Links:  

 

My blog: http://www.kellydawsonauthor.blogspot.co.nz/

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Thank you for stopping by!
Love
Heather

 

 

Presenting: A Swinging Christmas, By Heather Hart #asmsg #erotica

Pull up your stockings, grab a warm mug of cocoa and snuggle with your loved one under a cozy fleece blankie because  - - dun dun duuuun -  - it's here at last!!! A Swinging Christmas is the third book in the Spy Games Series and hand on heart, it's my personal favorite so far.  I wanted to do a little holiday romp, but it's so much more than just a cutesy Christmas story. There are plot twists enough to satisfy even the twistiest reader, there's humor to titillate the funniest Joe, and of course, there's sex, sex, sex. What's not to love? Here's a dollop of cream to go with that hot cocoa!

In a sequined, short cocktail dress, and with her curls loosely held in an up-do, Kassie looked a billion dollars. There was no denying it; Kassie's beauty always shone a little brighter whenever they had a mission to do. If he were honest with himself, he had to admit that it irked him a little bit that she didn't quite shine so brightly for him. It also irked him that the Firm had created this niche around them; it felt like any job involving a sexual angle was thrust their way these days. It didn't bother him so much, but he hated the way they used her. If it were up to him, they'd get out of the game in a heartbeat, and had suggested as much to Kassie. But she wouldn't hear of it. She loved what she did and nothing was going to change her mind.

"Come here."

She did as he asked, and he stared down at her flawless foundation and ruby lips, cupping her face in his palms. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you."

He took her hand and admired the beautiful diamond bracelet she wore on her wrist. "Do you like your Christmas gift?"

Kassie glanced down and twirled the bracelet around, admiring the flawless diamonds. "Yes. It's very beautiful, and goes perfectly with my dress. Talking of which, it's getting late. Shouldn't we get going?"

He glanced at the clock by the side of the bed. "No. We have time. How long did it take you to put on this face?"

"A few minutes," she said, quizzically.

"Good. Kiss me."

"But—"

"Excuse me?"

At once she became his slave, and bowed her head in apology. "Sorry, sir."

He tilted her chin up and smeared the lipstick across her mouth and onto her cheek before kissing her hard. "Go to the bed, take off your panties, bend over, and raise your dress."

Without hesitation she did as instructed, and for a moment he admired the perfect roundness of her backside orbs. "You know why you're going to be punished, don't you."

"Yes, sir."

"And why is that?"

"Because I was disobedient and questioned you."

"Exactly. Five smacks. Spread your legs."

She set her legs apart, and he stood inches behind her, his hand stroking on her backside, her skin as smooth as a soft, ripe peach. And then he spanked her hard, so hard, in fact, that a red imprint of his hand appeared on that perfect canvass. She didn't cry out one bit; but then she had experienced much, much worse in the past. His hand rose, and he spanked her again, this time a little harder, aiming for the same spot in the hope that the beautiful red imprint would deepen.

And this was the pattern throughout the five beautiful strokes. His mark would be on her throughout the evening, and that was some comfort, at least.

I swear if my dear, late mother were here she would blush, blush, blush! But that's enough from me. It would please me immensely if you would click on one of the buy links below and treat yourself or a friend to a copy of my book this holiday season. For now, seasons greetings, and thank you for reading!

 

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Love as always,

Heather

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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Presenting: Laura's Longing, by Jessica Brand

Tonight you need to take this saucy bit of naughtiness with you to bed and read it between the sheets. Jessica Brand likes her erotica raw and explicit - and she certainly doesn't disappoint in that regard.  The next little snippet is from her book, Laura's Longing.  It is the tale of a quintessential all-American small town girl, who plants her affections in unworthy soil. When she discovers her beau's infidelity she packs her bags and escapes to the big smoke. Once there she meets a man who exposes her to the BDSM netherworld. And then, well, read on....
 
As he caressed her butt, she tested her range of movement and found it was very limited. Her feet were not secured and were free to move, but with his strong hand  holding her arms imprisoned against her back, she had little other movement available to her. Just as she was getting her thoughts together coherently, the spanking started again.
This time it was a little harder than before and he struck her in a different spot each time, gradually working his hands all over her ample butt cheeks. He watched as the skin beyond her panty line was turning a delightful shade of pink and when he paused again he could feel the warmth emanating from her skin. Drawing her panties up into the crease of her buttocks, he then continued with his hand.
 
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Author Bio: Jessica Brand is a pseudonym for a writer based in Sydney, Australia. She has a number of books published under different pen names, all of them containing elements of BDSM, power and control. Much of what she writes about comes from her experience over many years both as a Dominant and as a submissive and as her stories unfold you will find yourself "living" the scene.

Find Jessica on Goodreads

Thanks for stopping by!

Heather

Cover Reveal - A Swinging Christmas - Spy Games Book 3 #ASMSG #Erotica

Hi guys,
Sweet Lord, hasn't it come around quickly again! My neighbors all have their decorations up and once again, I'm the tardy one. That said, I will have something up in time for Christmas this year - A Swinging Christmas is the third book in the Spy Game series and it's scheduled for release on Dec 5.  Here's a little spanker for your stocking:
 

"She held out her wrists as an offering. "Go on. Do what you have to. Just do whatever it takes for you to feel masterful again because, quite frankly, right now you're driving me insane!"

He did take her by the wrist, but not to tie her up. Instead he pulled her down over his knee. "You're something else, Miss Kassie, and what's more, you're entirely forgetting yourself. And do you know what that means?"
"What?"
"What's that?"

"What, sir?"

"It means you need a reminder in respect." He pulled down her flannel bottoms and sat for a minute, not doing anything. After a while she looked up, wondering why he hadn't spanked her yet.

"Is something wrong?"
"The submissive will be quiet."
The palm of his hand rested on her bare butt, but he made no move to discipline her, none at all. She itched to ask him what the holdup was, but his instructions had been explicit.
"You know I never hit you in anger, Kassie. I wanted my heartbeat to settle down before we continued with this instruction. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." Since his hand never twitched again she figured he believed her.
"So Kassie, tell me, before I met you, were you sexually promiscuous?"
Where the fuck did that come from? "No. And you know I wasn't!"

Smack! Her skin prickled under his palm as the blood rushed to defend the spot where he'd walloped her.

"Is that the proper way to address your master?"

"No, sir. I'm sorry, sir."
"Better." His hand rested again on the exact same spot, and she felt the transfer of heat from her ass to his palm. "See, here's the thing. I believe you, or at least I did. But now I find you rushing headfirst into a situation where you're almost certainly going to be fucked by someone else, and I confess that I'm rather concerned about your enthusiasm for the job.""
 
So there you have it. I hope it was enough to make you eager for more! The book links will be available very soon! See you at the bookstore.
 
Love,
Heather!

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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Presenting: The Protagonist, by the Wonderful Bella Bryce

A very good morning to you, readers. Hopefully you have had your fill of turkey, pumpkin pie and masses of leftovers and are ready to fill your hearts with some heart-thumping romance. If you are, I may have the very thing! Today I'm showcasing, The Protagonist, a lovely story of love from my fellow Brit, Bella Bryce. Here's a little overview of the book.

The Protagonist

Daisy Abbott is an author as eccentric as she is successful. She's also used to a certain rhythm when it comes to her writing: she sits at her desk, the hero speaks, she writes. Book done. After all, that's how she wrote thirty titles and she doesn't expect anything to be different during the working of her thirty-first manuscript. Daisy is convinced the protagonist of her newest book isn’t speaking to her and when he appears in the flesh to challenge her, she is transported to his time and place to better understand things from his perspective. The question is, whose story is it? 

And now a little teaser to whet your whistle:

“You are late.”

Daisy was glad the first words were something she could respond to legitimately. She also took a complete guess at how to respond. “Yes… Mother. I apologise.” She felt completely stupid saying that. She was also thirty-five. Daisy didn’t entirely look it, but her age contributed to the discomfort she felt being reprimanded – even in a situation from which she knew she would eventually disappear.

The Queen turned around and her dress rustled as abruptly as her body moved. Her entire

manner was calm even though it was clear she was a level just below livid. Her dark face and hair assured Daisy that this was no mother to mess with, no matter how long she was around for.

“Have you no respect? Greet me properly, at once.”

Daisy’s hands went to the sides of her gown and she put her head down as she instantly lowered herself into a curtsey and then she slowly came back up as she’d seen the dismissed ladies do moments before exiting the room.

“I may be your mother but I am still your Queen.”

She assumed the most appropriate reply was, “Yes, Mother.”

Her austerity did not relent with Daisy’s submission, and her expression remained painted across her sharp features.  

“Is this about – ”

“Silence!” Her voice had risen slightly. Daisy immediately closed her mouth. She would just have to wait for further information. “You dare to speak first.” Daisy’s eyes lowered. Bloody hell. This was not good. “As late, your behaviour does not reflect well on the monarchy inside or outside of the palace.” Daisy decided not even to agree that time. “Your refusal to marry has caused discord and upset between the King and me, and now it seems the responsibility has fallen to your sister. Since your birth you have known it is our duty to do what is best for the country, or must I remind you of your namesake?”

“No, Mother,” she replied gingerly.

“And what of your disappearance yesterday?”

“My disappearance?” The Queen’s steady expression caused Daisy to think quickly. “I needed some fresh air.”

“The guards tell me you returned only before sunrise.”

Daisy chuckled. “Mother, I am thirty-five.” Her expression returned straight when she saw the Queen was unmoved by the fact.

“And you are the first born daughter of a King you should be grateful to have as a father,” her voice now turned to an angry whisper as she stepped forward once. Daisy’s amusement abruptly faded. “No King before him has allowed his daughters to remain in the line of succession after refusal upon refusal to enter into a marriage treaty, and if she hadn’t married by twenty she was demoted and banished from living at court.” The seriousness was so blatant that Daisy almost felt guilty. Had she really caused the King and Queen such distress? “You will not carry on in this manner. You are next in line for the throne, and I am more ashamed of that fact than I can tell you.”

Daisy swallowed hard. Now it was feeling quite personal. Whilst Daisy wasn’t really a wayward princess, the attack on her character felt very, very real. “Then remove me from the line of succession.”

And there you are! I hope you enjoyed this tasty little sampler, and I hope to see you back here soon.

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