Monday, February 8, 2016

Lyn O'Farrell #EggcerptExchange Worth the Risk #romance

Eggcerpt Exchange 2016 – Linda McLaughlin


Book: Worth The Risk by Lyn O’Farrell, contemporary romance


Worth The Risk blurb:

Children's librarian Amanda Lloyd values privacy above all else. Three years ago her wedding ended in disaster when her groom was arrested at the altar and the story of the 'Embezzler's Bride' appeared in the supermarket tabloids. The experience has left her determined to avoid being caught in the public eye again. Until she meets a sexy single dad with a scandalous past…

Ex-racer Mitch Delaney is a public figure whose life has been plastered across the tabloids more than once. But he believes that anything worth doing is worth a risk. After the death of his ex-wife, he moved to Southern California to take care of his son Josh. He doesn't need the complication of a woman in his life, especially since Josh's grandparents have filed suit for custody. But Josh is on the hunt for a new mother and he has his heart set on Miss Amanda, and Mitch can't fault his son's taste.

Against her better judgment, Amanda finds herself falling for both of the Delaney men. When she agrees to accompany Mitch to a high-profile movie premiere, they draw the attention of the tabloids. Overnight Amanda’s private affair becomes very public indeed, threatening her job and Mitch’s custody suit. She’s waited twenty-eight years for the right man. But will happiness come at too high a price?

(Golden Heart Finalist, previously published as Private Affair, Kensington Precious Gem #121)

Eggcerpt:

The town was lovely, with tall palm trees and a sandy crescent of beach ringing the glistening bay. It was a picture perfect day as they strolled along the waterfront to one of her favorite seafood restaurants.

After a delicious lunch of fresh swordfish they walked the town, stopping at all the tourist spots. They hiked up to the botanical gardens, visited the Casino where haunting echoes of the Big Band era seemed still alive, and went on the Glass Bottom boat.

“Let’s take a walk on the beach,” Mitch suggested as they stepped onto the pier.

They shed their shoes and socks, enjoying the feel of the warm sand on their toes. Amanda breathed deeply of the sea air and sighed in contentment.

“It’s been such a nice day, I hate to go home,” Mitch observed.

“You just don’t want to get back in the plane,” she teased.

“On the contrary, I can’t wait to take off over that drop-off gorge. I hope it doesn’t leave Josh fatherless.”

“You don’t have any confidence in me.”

“I haven’t booked passage on the boat, have I? You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

He gave her a look that told her the man loved a touch of danger. Her plan had backfired. Instead of discouraging him, he seemed even more interested. That should bother her, but somehow it didn’t.

“I’ve really enjoyed this.” He gestured at the town. “It’s like another world.”

She nodded in agreement. “That’s the reason I enjoy flying over here. It’s so easy to forget about the stress of daily life.”

He slipped his arm around her shoulders. “What kind of pressure are you going back to at the library?”

The pressure is right here. She was constantly fighting her attraction to this man. “Nothing really,” she remarked casually. “We’re getting ready for Halloween and I’ve got to get a costume together. I’m supposed to be Sleeping Beauty.”

“Oh? That has possibilities.” He leaned closer so his lips brushed her temple. His throaty voice whispered in her ear, “You’ll need a prince to kiss you awake, you know. I’ll be happy to volunteer for the job.”

Amanda’s breath quickened as she stared into his darkened eyes. He wouldn’t. Not here, on a public beach, in front of everyone.

He would.

She felt her knees weaken as his mouth descended. Her mind told her to pull away but her body had no desire to back out of his embrace. His kiss was as light and tender as an ocean breeze, but her reaction was anything but cool. Her pulse pounded and her heart jumped erratically.

It’s just a kiss, she told herself. But even as they pulled apart she felt a burning desire, an aching need, to feel his arms around her.

Buy links:
Available from Amazon Kindle http://amzn.com/B006LFIRGC  

Worth The Risk is also part of the Hearts and Heroes boxed set. 

Lyn O’Farrell’s Interview of Amanda Lloyd

Tell us about your job.
I’m a children’s librarian at Santa Elena Public Library and I love it!

What is your favorite type of pet?
I love dogs. My current companion is a miniature Dachshund named Willie who loves untying my guests’s shoe laces.

Name a favorite place to visit.
I love to hop over to Avalon on Santa Catalina every chance I get. It’s such a little town.

What is your worst fear or nightmare?
Being publicly shamed… again.

What is your secret desire or fantasy?
I’d love to have children some day. But first I have to find the right man to help me make that possible.

For Amanda to get her secret desire, she’s going to have to get over her fear of being in the public eye.

Author bio:

Lyn O'Farrell is the writing team of Anne Farrell and Linda McLaughlin. Their romance novel, Private Affair, was a finalist in RWA's prestigious Golden Heart contest and was first published in paperback by Kensington Precious Gems. Anne and Linda live in sunny Southern California, the inspiration for the fictional town of Santa Elena.

You can find the authors online at:
Anne Farrell’s website: http://annefarrellwriter.com/
Linda McLaughlin http://lindalyndi.com
Twitter: @Lyndi Lamont https://twitter.com/LyndiLamont

Thanks Lyndi, doing the exchange,

Anita

Friday, February 5, 2016

Circles of Fate by Pamela S. Thibodeaux #EggcerptExchange #romance




Shaunna Chatman Taylor / Circles of Fate


1. Nickname: When I began working as a waitress at the Feed Trough CafĂ© at age sixteen, the patrons dubbed me “Shaunna Sweetness” that name stuck although it’s been shortened to just ‘Sweetness.’
2. Job: As I said, I waitressed for many years until my husband and I moved to Louisiana after which a friend and I opened a catering business called “Shaunna’s Sweets.” That business closed when we moved from the city of Thibodaux into the country but I still baked for my son’s class parties and a few private events.
3. Level of schooling, or self-taught: Other than high school I have no formal education.
4. Birthplace: I was born and raised in Georgia. My father was in the Army stationed at Ft. Benning, and my mom was very ill. She died the night of my high school graduation.
5. Currently residing in... Chauvin, Louisiana a community about thirty miles outside of Thibodaux.

Blurb: Set at the tail end of the Vietnam War era, Circles of Fate takes the reader from Fort Benning, Georgia to Thibodaux, Louisiana. A romantic saga, this gripping novel covers nearly twenty years in the lives of Shaunna Chatman and Todd Jameson. Constantly thrown together and torn apart by fate, the two are repeatedly forced to choose between love and duty, right and wrong, standing on faith or succumbing to the world’s viewpoint on life, love, marriage and fidelity. With intriguing twists and turns, fate brings together a cast of characters whose lives will forever be entwined. Through it all is the hand of God as He works all things together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.

Excerpt:

“Promise me you’re sure or I won’t let you go.”
She would have to convince him or he’d never let her leave. She also knew he’d see through anything less than complete honesty.
“Oh, Todd,” she whispered, her voice urgent. “I wish it were that easy. I’m sure I have to try. But I want you to know something…” She hesitated, unsure how to say what she needed to say. “If things were different, if he weren’t so determined, if nothing was left between us, if I didn’t think there was a chance, I would stay.” Her eyes searched his for some sign he understood.
A ghost of a smile played around his sensuous lips, he nodded. “I know,” he whispered. “And I understand,” he said and gathered her close once more.
She should leave. Shaunna knew Joe waited for her, but was unable, unwilling, to end it, to end them, just yet. She held him firm in her embrace, committed the feel of his body to heart.
“I have to go,” she whispered, then clung, not yet able to turn him loose.
“I know,” he answered and tightened his arms around her. With a sigh of surrender, he stepped away, loosened his hold but rubbed her back and shoulders in a tender gesture.
“Don’t look back,” he whispered then dropped his hands to his side, clenched his fists.
She saw the struggle in his eyes, felt it in her heart, as each fought not to grab hold and cling. They gazed at each other, read the naked truth in each other’s eyes.
Neither wanted to be the first to walk away.
Shaunna touched his face, traced his features…his eyes, his jaw, his mouth. A shiver shook her when he held her hand and pressed his lips to her fingertips.
“I almost wish we had made love the other night.”
Almost?
The word echoed between them like a silent scream. The despair in his eyes slashed her heart another degree. He shook his head, swallowed hard.
“Know this. If we had, you would not leave here today.”
She stroked his cheek, her smile tender, bittersweet. “Take care of yourself. Please,” she whispered then placed her mouth on his.
Lips met on a sigh, breaths mingled on a sob. Each of them committed the kiss to heart, and fought not to cling to the other. With a final touch, a last trembling smile, Shaunna did one of the hardest things she’d ever done in her life.
She left.


Purchase Links:
Smashwords: http://bit.ly/136qK7n

Author bio: Award-winning author, Pamela S. Thibodeaux is the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!” ™ and reviewed as “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”

URL for Photo: http://bit.ly/SAsS2T

Links:
Website address: http://www.pamelathibodeaux.com  
Twitter: http://twitter.com/psthib @psthib

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Bound, Spanked and Loved, #99cents

 


Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine’s Day Stories


Preorder – live now
Release date – February 9, 2016
Price – 99 cents for a limited time only (until Feb. 14, 2016). The price goes up on Feb. 15th.
Publication duration – The box set is a limited time only release and will only be available for purchase until March 9, 2016


Buy Links:




Blurb:


***14 ALL-NEW novellas! Available for a limited time only!***


Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories is the HOTTEST box set of the season, brought to you by fourteen New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors of BDSM and spanking romance. Lose yourself in a whole lotta naughty with this sexy collection of ALL-NEW, standalone novellas sure to set your e-reader ablaze and leave you breathlessly panting for more.


Featured authors:


Annabel Joseph
Cari Silverwood
Sierra Cartwright
Natasha Knight
Emily Tilton
Sue Lyndon
Trent Evans
Cara Bristol
Katherine Deane
Renee Rose
Ashe Barker
Korey Mae Johnson
Alta Hensley
Kallista Dane


Publisher's Note: The stories included in this smoking hot collection are MF, MFM, and MMMF pairings. Some contain taboo subjects and no-holds barred BDSM and spanking scenes. All will make you blush hard. ***over 700 pages of brand new stories***


Individual Story Blurbs:


Slab Hands by Annabel Joseph ~ Christine's always been curious about spanking, and the bouncer at the bottom of the stairs has a magnificent set of hands. Once he learns about her secret disciplinary fantasies, he's more than happy to put those hands to use…


Master Class: Initiation by Sierra Cartwright ~ When wanna-be sub Jennifer Berklee calls him Master and begs him to flog her, PI Logan Powell knows all his military training won't be enough to keep his jaded heart safe. He intends to claim this sexy, innocent woman for his own...no matter the cost.


Theirs to Punish by Renee Rose ~ When a billionaire's daughter-turned-ninja picked Casino Magnifico for a heist, she didn't take into account one thing--actually--two. Twin owners Joe and Alex Jamison won't hesitate to employ a little corporal punishment to bring the virgin socialite in line...


Lust Angel by Cari Silverwood ~ On good days, what falls from the heavens may be a naked woman. As an ex-SAS soldier, now private contractor, Adam is used to the unexpected, but nothing in life has prepared him for a fallen angel with a craving for spanking, bondage, and punishment.


Stepbrother Jerk by Natasha Knight ~ To buy her stepbrother's silence, Lisa agrees to submit to his discipline, even though she has no idea what she's in for. But Jace knows exactly what his stepsister needs and a bare bottom spanking is only the beginning.


His Runaway Valentine by Sue Lyndon ~ When a handsome stranger rides out of nowhere to rescue Nora from slavers, the runaway bride is shocked to learn he's the very man to whom she was betrothed. There's no escaping the arranged marriage now, and Luke is quick to make Nora understand that he expects not only obedience, but her absolute surrender.


Rose's Are Red by Ashe Barker ~ Rose has had a crush on Iain McCain for years and when she spots her sexy ex-teacher with a whip in his hand at her favourite BDSM club her heart stills. Dare she approach him? A Valentine's Day card might earn her the spanking she craves if she delivers it personally...on her knees.


His to Take by Kallista Dane ~ On the now-sexless, sterile Planet Earth, Dr. Selena Reston saves the life of Haldor, a Viking warrior from another world. His savage lovemaking shocks her and awakens her wild side. Though she craves his domination, can she build a life with him halfway across the galaxy?


Stepping It Up by Cara Bristol ~ Ariel had crushed on her stepbrother Hunter for years. But if he expects to win back her heart in one wicked weekend, he'll have to step it up and take her in hand...the Rod and Cane Society way.


Claiming Chloe by Korey Mae Johnson ~ When she is left alone on Valentine's Day, Chloe takes matters into her own hands. But going out exploring on her own on an alien planet turns out not to be the best idea she ever had, and when her three handsome alien mates end up having to rescue her, Chloe's bare bottom will pay the price for her naughtiness.


Maud and the Secret Society of Saint Valentine by Emily Tilton ~ Maud has decided that the new boyfriend she's crazy about can't be serious when he tells her she needs a firm hand in the bedroom and everywhere else. The Secret Society of Saint Valentine begs to differ, and summons her to a tribunal where she'll learn just how serious David is.


Dancing With a Dom by Katherine Deane ~ What do ballroom dancing, hard spankings, and mind-blowing orgasms have in common? I guess it depends who your dance partner is. The man smiling down at me, with his hand on my waist... he's a Dom. And he wants to be mine this Valentine's Day.


Taking the Human by Trent Evans ~ For Lukanos, a muscle bound, seven foot tall alien, abducting the beautiful human female was the easy part. Winning her heart--and not breaking his own--was something else entirely.


Sweet Birdie Blue by Alta Hensley ~ Rem Langston has no choice but to save the feisty Birdie Bluebell, whether she wants saving or not. Their icy beginning soon turns to a passion hot enough to melt the blizzard outside, but will Birdie accept Rem into her heart?


Individual Story Excerpts:


Slab Hands by Annabel Joseph ~


“Ha,” I said. “You can’t spank me.”
“Why not? You told my friend Sage that you wanted me to spank you. Were you lying about that too?”
“Yes,” I said, another obvious lie. “I mean, who would want to get spanked by someone as huge as you?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You, apparently.”
“But I don’t. I mean, I just said that to make conversation. I didn’t mean it. It was just a figure of speech, like a...a metaphor or something.”
The other brow rose. “I don’t think you know what that word means.”
I waved my hands. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t want you to spank me. I mean, not in a realistic sense.”
“Only a metaphorical sense?”
“Yes,” I said, brazening it out.
“That’s too bad. I would have enjoyed teaching you a lesson.”
The seductive tone of his words didn’t match up with his stern, displeased expression. I stood frozen before him, trying to figure out how to respond. Were his lips curving ever so slightly as he regarded me? Was he really angry, or just flirting? The mysterious challenge in his eyes sparked mayhem in my pussy. My lusty, reckless loins were throwing a Spank Me party and this dude was the guest of honor.


Master Class: Initiation by Sierra Cartwright ~


Her choice of underwear enchanted him. They were red, which was a pleasant surprise. And they were mesh, making them see-through. That was an even better surprise.
Thin black ribbon was threaded through the waistband. The panties were cut high, giving him a nice view of her curves.
Then she faced him.
The front of the panties barely covered her pubis.
Logan’s pulse accelerated.
As he silently watched, she caught the bottom of her turtleneck and pulled it up and off.
Her bra matched her panties. The material was gauzy, and the cups were defined by the same black ribbon. Tiny bows were set on each strap, an innocent tease to counter the seductive appeal.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous, Jennifer.”
For a moment, their gazes met. Then she seemed to forcibly look away. As she placed her turtleneck on the counter, he noticed her hand trembled.
He bent to scoop up her discarded clothing and handed them to her.
“Thank you.”
He watched as she folded the garments and put them on the bench as he’d instructed. “Now I’d like you to pick up your flogger, walk to the cross, and stand with your back to it.”
She took a deep breath before complying.
Logan transferred cuffs and a blindfold to one of the metal towerlike structures that Joe had commissioned for the area.
Once he’d glanced at her to ascertain her height, he attached cuffs to the top of the cross. He was very much aware of Jennifer studying his every motion. After moving in front of her, he said, “Now kneel.”
“I didn’t know you were serious.”
Rather than responding, he pointedly looked at the floor.
Her mouth was open, and her breaths were audible, rapid.
Logan watched her silent struggle.
Then long, long seconds later, she knelt.
“Perfect,” he approved. “Now offer the flogger to me with your palms cupped in a beautiful, submissive manner.”


Theirs to Punish by Renee Rose ~


Alex gave her a feral grin. “Yes. You’ll be our prisoner for the remainder of the weekend. We will punish you and use you as we see fit and you will submit to us in everything. Tomorrow night you’ll be our date to the Valentine’s ball. We will release you by noon on Sunday.”
She eyed them warily. “Why do you want me to be your date to the Valentine’s ball?”
The ball was a fundraiser for the democratic presidential candidate, and the reason for the convergence of so many wealthy and famous people at the Magnifico that weekend.
“Because you’re beautiful,” he answered for Alex. “And famous.”
She licked her lips again, a nervous gesture that was starting to turn him on. He could think of quite a few uses for that little pink tongue… “You know who I am.” It was more of a statement of dismay than a question.
“Yes. We will honor your confidentiality, so long as you hold up your end of the bargain.”
Her shoulders slumped. She croaked, “Okay. Please untie me.”
Alex stooped to cut off the zip-ties and gathered her up into his arms, holding her. She shivered and put her hands on his chest. When she tipped her head up, he claimed her mouth, which she opened for his plundering.


Lust Angel by Cari Silverwood ~


“If you are who, what, I think you are...you must be a virgin.”
She blinked at him, suddenly aware of what a virgin was, but she couldn’t find words to reply. Inexorably, he was sinking farther into her, carving a path of pleasure.
He groaned and ceased to move and she felt him pulse inside her, felt her flesh taut from the extreme stretch forced on her.
When he moved again, inward, she gasped and shut her eyes.
“Hurting?”
“Some. I like it. It is...good, bad, together.” She squirmed in his hands, pinned there in so many ways.
“My cock likes being in you, too fucking much.” He groaned but stayed still. “You are a virgin. If...if you make me come too soon, I will spank you again.”
Despite everything, despite him fucking here on the bed, despite his...cock being inside her, hurting her and pleasuring her, and making her want him deeper, despite all of that, she giggled.
“Bad Ahnyil.” Then he slid into her another half inch.
She trembled. There was laughter in his words, but she wondered, how much farther could he go?
“Are you in, all the way?” she said huskily. She couldn’t bring herself to say cock.
“No, dear girl, I’m not. I’ve not touched bottom yet. When I do, you’ll know.”


Stepbrother Jerk by Natasha Knight ~


“Now, come on, let’s get this over with.”
Taken aback by his words, I undid the apron, tossed it on the counter and went to him, taking the hand he offered. He looked up at me for a moment before easing me down over his lap. I grabbed hold of one of his thighs to balance myself until I could reach the floor as he adjusted me, making sure all along to keep my legs sealed tight.
Once I was down and he seemed pleased with how he had me positioned, I pushed my hair behind my ears but kept my gaze on the floor.
“Lisa, relax your legs and ass. Don’t clench.”
“No.”
He chuckled and his big hand came to rest on my ass, turning circles. “Well, I’ll tell you what, I won’t actually count as having started until you do.” With that, he landed the first smack on my right cheek.
“Ow!” Instinct had my hand flying back to cover the spot. “That hurt!” I said, craning my neck to look at him.
“That’s the point,” he said, gathering my wrist in his hand and trapping it at my lower back. I struggled to free myself as he raised his hand and brought it down on the other cheek, then repeated several times with quick, sharp smacks. His face was completely serious as he did it, not even a tiny smile to suggest anything was going on here but a proper chastising, and, by the time he was finished with what turned out to be the first round—or the warm-up, as he called it later—he had both my wrists in one of his hands and after my struggles, my ass was positioned higher than when we’d started and he’d managed to trap my legs between his.
I had lost all decorum. Had I had any since stripping and baking naked in an apron, though? I’d been able to pretend up until now at least.
“Okay, we’ll call that the warm-up. Now we can get to your spanking.”
“You mean that wasn’t it?”


His Runaway Valentine by Sue Lyndon ~


“Thank you, sir.” Calling him by his first name still didn’t feel right. If being called sir bothered him, he gave no indication. I lifted my chin and took a deep breath. “Are we to sleep together tonight, before the wedding takes place? I mean, that’s fine with me, sir. I won’t object. I was just wondering about your plans for this evening.” I spoke so fast, the words ran together in a ridiculous jumble. Tremors shook my hands, and I clasped them together in an effort to hide my nervousness.
He lifted an eyebrow at me, an amused lilt in his voice. “I have no intention of claiming you before we are properly wed, Nora.” He closed the distance between us in three large steps. “I ought to add to the punishment you already have coming for suggesting such a thing. Naughty, naughty little girl.”
A heated wave stole through me. I ducked my head, my face burning. “Forgive me, sir. I only wish to please you. I didn’t mean to disparage your character by suggesting you would partake in pre-premarital se-sex.” My face flamed hotter. I’d never said the word sex aloud in my life.
“Were you trying to seduce me, Nora, in hopes that I would forget about your punishment?”
“No!” I held my hands out in a gesture of innocence. “I promised to submit to my punishment, and I intend to keep that promise.” I felt frantic and cornered. He stood directly before me, looming over me with his wide shoulders squared and his nostrils flaring.


Rose's Are Red by Ashe Barker ~


"I've yet to meet a submissive who could count much beyond about five, but you're welcome to try. Six slaps, then the same with the paddle. After that I reckon you'll be about ready to come again. We'll see, shall we?"
I can only nod. Earlier he would have insisted on the words but the gesture is enough this time.
One. Two. Three.
Despite Iain McCain's doubts on the matter, I manage to count the slaps perfectly well. He drops them on each cheek in turn, and never in the same place twice. The first four are fairly light, but the last two, right on my sit spots, are harder and bring me up onto my toes.
"Aagh! Christ, Sir, that hurts."
"It's meant to. Now we'll find out how you respond to a decent paddling. Ready?"
"Yes, I think so, Sir." Probably.
He stalks over to the chest and returns with a large paddle, shaped like a table tennis bat. I clench, expecting to feel its bite immediately. The butt plug feels huge inside me, filling me. Iain takes hold of the finger grip and revolves it several times more, re-awakening the sensation and sending jolts of ecstasy straight to my clit.
"Oh, Sir..." I writhe on the bench, desperate for him to touch me again. There's a faint whistle as he swings the paddle, then a harsh crack as it connects with the skin of my bottom. I let out a shriek.
"One." His tone is clipped and cool, and utterly sexy.


His to Take by Kallista Dane ~


“Stop it? Did you say ‘stop it’?” He landed three more smacks, one after another, so fast and hard it took her breath away. “Don’t ever give me an order while you’re over my lap with your bare ass high in the air. This ass belongs to me. And so does your pussy.”
He started spanking her in earnest then, first on one cheek, then the other. “I can see I’ve been too easy with you. You think you can ignore what I say, laze in bed all day—and then pleasure yourself without my knowledge or permission? I’m lord of this castle, no matter how humble it may be. And you will do as you’re told. No arguments, no complaints.”
All the while, his hand kept up its relentless rhythm. Every jolt of pain followed by a fiery burn spreading over her whole bottom. Selena squirmed and bucked, desperate to get away. Haldor shifted, trapping her legs between his iron hard thighs, raised her ass higher and gave it another hard whack.
“Are you going to tell me to stop it again?”
“No. I…I won’t.”
He smacked her again. “No, what?”
Selena bit her lip, trying to keep from crying out loud. She’d never gotten used to the idea of giving up control, of referring to him as custom decreed on this planet.
“No, my Lord,” she whimpered, trying desperately to hold back the tears.


Stepping It Up by Cara Bristol ~


“Spank me?” she squeaked. Had he really said that? The simmering desire flared into a bonfire. Hot need coiled and snapped. Memories of the night she caught him with his girlfriend roared to vivid life. “Why?”
Because I need it. I’m sooo naughty. Oh god, she wanted to be spanked by him. Craved the sting of his hand on her ass, the sharp smacking sound, the act of surrender, of letting him have his wicked way. So wicked. Oh so wicked. She understood now why she was happiest following him around like a puppy dog, doing his bidding, finding fulfillment in his satisfaction. Yes, sir, no, sir. Tie me up, sir.
“We passed the getting-to-know you stage long ago; I don’t see a need to delay when we’ve wasted so much time already. I want you, Ariel. In my life, in my bed, over my lap. Especially over my lap.”
He patted his thigh. “Now.”


Claiming Chloe by Korey Mae Johnson ~


She narrowed her eyes for a moment as she processed his words. Had she just been given an order? “Like hell I’m not!” she argued promptly. “I’m going with you guys!”
“There are about ten planets and a dozen more space stations that I wouldn’t let you set foot on,” he informed her, pressing himself up on his elbows and letting the blanket fall down across his well-defined chest. “I’m not even going to argue about it. It’s a safety concern. Calling this planet misogynistic would be an understatement.”
“So? I can handle that if it means I get to stretch my legs! I mean, you guys are misogynistic and I deal with the three of you on a daily basis,” she reminded him, rolling her eyes.
He sighed and shook his head. “First of all, what have we ever done that’s misogynistic?” he asked.
“Jesus, Malo, I still catch you reading those manuals trying to figure me out. That on its face is sexist. Second, you constantly slap my ass every damn day. You’re, like, constantly threatening to spank me like I’m a 1950s housewife or something! Didn’t your planet ever face a feminist revolution?”
“What?” he asked, scrunching his face like she was uttering complete gibberish he could barely discern. “No. Our population is one-sixth female. We treat females like gold in my culture, as we do you. And we threaten to spank you often because you love pushing our buttons, like you are now.”


Maud and the Secret Society of Saint Valentine by Emily Tilton ~


"I know, I know," Maud said, feeling sorry but also feeling a little panicked that she might have to have another of these conversations. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have drunk so much. Any chance we can take that tub now?" She tried to smile winsomely.
David shook his head. "No, it's nearly eleven. We have to pack up and get going. But before that, I need to make it clear to you that you're going to have let me guide you, and discipline you, or I think we might not make it."
"Might not…" Maud tried very hard to pretend she didn't know what he meant. Really, she didn't, at least as far as the leading and the guiding and above all the disciplining went.
"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm saying, Maud," David said calmly and a little sadly. "I've tried to let you think about if for the past few weeks, without any pressure, but what happened last night makes me think I should have forced the issue earlier. In any case, I want you to get up out of bed and come over here and lay yourself over my lap. I'm going to spank you. Then I'm going to fuck you from behind just like I should have done on Thanksgiving. We'll pack and go, after that, but when we get back to my apartment you're going to give me a blowjob, and then we're going to have anal sex. I'll be gentle, because I know it will be your first time, but I feel strongly that I need to do what I can to help you understand my expectations."


Dancing With a Dom by Katherine Deane ~


He shouldn’t be doing this. It went against every dictate he had set for himself for the last eight months. No dancing, no safe words, no holding a woman by her hair while he fucked her mouth. And absolutely no bending a beautiful woman with a curvy ass over his knee to spank her bare bottom with his hand, while getting hard in anticipation of fucking her raw. Yeah. None of that. Not after Sveta.
But Macy called to him in a way he hadn’t felt before. She had become quite human again—humorous, intelligent, and pleasant to be around—as soon as he had gotten her something to eat. Dane had five sisters. All who became scary as hell when hungry or tired. PMS had nothing on the big, beautiful warrior females in his family after missing a meal—a fact his father had made sure to point out to each new husband. Keep them fed, keep your testicles. Dane didn’t bow down to an enraged woman, though. He had other ways of helping her calm down. And he was about to partake in his favorite activity.
He shouldn’t bare her ass and paddle her. But the way her eyes had sparked, her breathing had quickened, and her cheeks had flushed… He couldn’t get it out of his head. He had to see his handprints decorating her ass.


Taking the Human by Trent Evans ~


Please, don’t hurt me,” she whispered as she laid her soft belly against the corded muscle of his legs.
“Shh now. Just a little spanking.”
He rucked up the ridiculously threadbare robe, revealing clear alabaster thighs he couldn’t help but stroke. She jerked as he touched her, but otherwise stayed still. The muscles of her legs positively thrummed with tension as he caressed her, unable to stop himself from pinching one inner thigh gently to gauge her reaction. Other than a bitten off yelp, one more of surprise than hurt, she remained docile for his examination of her legs. Then he pulled the robe all the way up, the fabric bunching at the already sweating small of her back. Her round, white bottom took his breath from his lungs, the sheet beauty of it—and the intense arousal that coursed through him at the sight of those broad, vulnerable buttocks—momentarily stunning him, reducing him to staring at her perfection. She was even more gorgeous than he imagined, and he thought ahead to all the times he’d stroke, caress, and punish her beautiful bottom.
Taking up the strap, he gathered her arms and crossed her wrists at her back, holding them with his big hand, her breathing coming in little gasps.
“Now, while you will always be punished for disobedience, Alisse, there will also be times I punish these pretty cheeks simply because I wish it. This is one of those times, and you will accept it obediently just as you would a correction for any wrongdoing, large or small. Do you understand?”


Sweet Birdie Blue by Alta Hensley ~


“I thought you were going to hurt me,” she confessed in barely a whisper.
“I would never truly hurt you.”
“You will never beat me?”
He placed his palms on each side of her face and stared directly in her eyes. “I will never beat you, Birdie. Never.”
“But it is a husband’s right.”
He nodded. “It is a husband’s right to correct. To lead. To be the head of the household. But I will never beat you. Spank a naughty bottom,” he winked, “maybe. But never beat.”
An odd sensation happened between her legs—one she had never felt before. Maybe it was knowing that she was about to lose her purity to her husband tonight, or maybe it was the way he held her so close, but her body practically sizzled in anticipation.
“Spank?” she asked. She had never actually been spanked. Beaten to a pulp, yes, but never spanked on her rear.
Rem chuckled. “A misbehaving wife will find herself over my knee. But the only pain you will ever endure from your husband is a stinging and hot behind.”
A shiver ran down her spine, and her body involuntarily trembled.

Thanks for sharing,

Anita