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Guest post – Her Convict Constable, by Kate Charlton

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 Can Tilly confide in Constable Joel Agnew before it’s too late?

She’s survived the mean streets of Manchester and slavery in a mill. Can she survive a brutal penal colony?

Convict Tilly Marsden has to serve four years as an unpaid maid in Australia before she can get the prized Ticket of Leave.

With freedom only two months away, Tilly agrees to turn a friend’s shirt into a dress.  When she discovers it was stolen, she throws it in the river.

Watching her is Joel Agnew, a convict working as an unpaid police constable. Sensing Tilly deserves a break, he dishes out some old-fashioned discipline. They both think that’s the end of the matter.

Then a body is discovered and Tilly finds herself in danger. Can Joel help her before it’s too late?

Publisher’s Note: Her Convict Constable is a sweet romance with a bit of mystery and old-fashioned Victorian discipline.

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Here’s a sexy, spanky example of newcomer Kate Charlton’s brand new book!

She could feel the constable’s eyes appraising her. Her cheeks burned and a million worries ran through her mind. Was he going to ask for sexual favours in exchange for letting her go? She’d have to agree if he did, even though she was scared and had no experience. She’d just have to pray she didn’t get pregnant or she’d end up back in Crime Class anyway. And they’d take the baby away from her when it was weaned, she’d never be given a chance to look after it.

Tears welled up again. Irritated, she blinked and swallowed hard, determined not to show the constable how upset she was.

“Well, by the look of you, you’re sorry about what you did,” said the constable. “And if you’ve come this close to getting your Ticket of Leave, I think maybe a different kind of lesson will do you more good than marching you back to the Female Factory.”

The relief that washed over Tilly was brief. The constable gripped her arm more firmly and pulled her closer towards him.

She steeled herself. This was it. She had to do whatever he wanted, whether that was sucking his cock or letting him take her up the arse or whatever he was into. If she wanted her Ticket of Leave she had no choice.

She gasped as he tucked her under his arm so that she was bent over, bum in the air. Oh, lawks, he was going to spank her. She hadn’t been spanked since she was fifteen and the supervisor at the mill had punished her and Sarah for being half a minute late for work. He’d put her first, then Sarah, over his knees, lifted their shifts and spanked their bare bottoms in front of everybody at the mill, including the men and boys. The spanking had left painful black bruises, but the humiliation had been worse. She hadn’t been able to meet the eyes of the other mill workers for days.

Now, Tilly kicked out at the constable in panic. “Enough!” he said firmly, gripping her harder. “Do that once more and I’ll fasten you in the stocks to do this.”

Tilly forced herself to calm down. She braced herself for the constable to bare her bottom.

But he didn’t. Instead he smoothed the shift down, making sure her bum was covered. But when his large hand descended in a scorching slap that made her squeak, Tilly realised the thin, rough material didn’t offer much protection.  Time stood still as the constable peppered her backside with slap after slap, each one as loud as it was painful. All she could do was gasp, squirm and yelp, and pray that no-one would come along to investigate the noise and see her being spanked. Desperately, she tried to move away but this only resulted in him grasping her even more firmly and smacking even harder.

Guest author – Hidden Embers, by Jane Burrelli

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What happens when the forbidden is fated?

 

When the gods breathed life into us, they blessed us with an element. It’s a pity they didn’t care to bless anything else.

The Empress of the Throne of Flames is assassinated. Acting as a decoy to protect the next Empress, the undervalued Princess Nymira flees to the north. She must now carry the sacred sword, the symbol of her people and rejoin the Empress.

It is a mission Mira cannot fail but first, she must traverse the Western wastelands. The journey is perilous and the once sheltered princess finds herself rescued by the Ice Lord, Zorren, the leader of the Iceari, the natural enemy to Firelanders.

Zorren is reputed to be a ruthless leader and Mira fights the attraction that blazes between them. Resulting in a clash of not only their wills but also their elements. After all, fire and ice don’t mix. Or do they?

This is book one of the new Bride of Fire series. Join the journey to a mystical world and the adventure and romance that awaits.

Publisher’s Note: This fantasy romance is intended for adults only and contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, adventure, and sensual scenes set in an apocalyptic world.

 

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Here’s a sneak peak of what you can expect!

I sensed him before I saw him, a powerful storm caged inside a vessel of flesh. A power that could swamp me in an instant. I was under no delusions; the strength of my element was mediocre at best not like my cousin whose flame was beginning to blossom and grow into the very beginnings of what this man possessed.

A pair of feet stopped in front of me. Inanely, I realized I could see my reflection in the polished leather. A giant crouched in front of me and blocked out all light. Trying and failing miserably to appear less threatening.

“They think you are dangerous,” his melodious rumble rolled over me. “But I do not.”

I tugged harder. Flames popped into being at my feet and the man jumped back. Sharp pain sliced through my head, the image of the boots wavered, and hot blood seeped from my nose. I didn’t have much left to give.

“Enough of that.”

He didn’t raise his voice, but it gained an edge. The command pulled an invisible cord and made me raise my head.

“I will not hurt you, understand?” Brilliant blue eyes locked on mine.

“I will not hurt you,” he reaffirmed, the words slowly penetrating my brain. A large hand extended towards me. “Come.”

 

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Guest author – The Revenge of the Pirate Twins, by Brandy Golden

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International bestselling author Brandy Golden is back with the first in a brand new series – The Revenge of the Pirate Twins!

Twin sisters, Frankie and Kat Fontaine, are willful, undisciplined, highly skilled in weapons, and fiercely determined to find the infamous master of the black pirate ship called the Nemesis. Jacques LaSalle, the owner of that ship, is the blackguard who attacked their father’s merchant vessel, killing their father and abducting their mother. First, they will find out what happened to their mother, and then they will have their revenge!

Jacques LaSalle is intrigued and amused when he hears that a beautiful raven-haired woman has been scouring the Caribbean for him and intends to challenge him. No one has ever bested Jacques in a fight, but he soon finds that Frankie is much more of a challenge than he thought. He intends to claim her for his own if she’ll stop trying to kill him long enough.

Morgan MacAlister is the pirate governor of the new colony, the Pirates’ Hideaway, and his gut instincts tell him that trouble is coming to his island paradise. When the mighty Aphrodite sails into his harbor carrying a set of twin sisters, the gorgeous redheaded sprite of the duo sets his senses on fire.It’s a hot time on the high seas when the two arrogant men figure out that the twins have the power to rock their worlds. But the girls’ haughty attitude and lack of respect may well earn them some much-needed discipline before all is said and done.

Available on the 6th April, you can buy The Revenge of the Pirate Twins from Amazon.com or the Blushing Books website!

 

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Brandy was kind enough to answer a few questions – read her exclusive interview below!

Favorite or most current book published, and why are you showcasing this book? 

Most current book being published is Revenge of the Pirate Twins and it’s coming out April 6th. I’m not sure I could name a favorite book. I love the characters in all my books and each book has it’s own style. I love to imagine fun scenarios and then write about them. Most of my books focus around simple discipline and spanking for fun. Or couples new to the spanking lifestyle and domestic discipline. I like that ah factor, that sigh that comes after reading a fun romp that makes you laugh, cry, and then sigh and wish it was longer. I hope I achieve that in all my stories.

Tell us something interesting about your writing career!

Something interesting. Well, I guess you say I didn’t start with the intention of being a writer. When I found out there were other people out there that enjoyed playing with spanking, I joined a few groups and saw people posting their stories. So I wrote my first ever novella entitled Red Hawaii. I was approached by Blushing Books to write for them and so it began. I found I loved it and the ideas were endless. In spite of a few ups and downs, it’s been a lot of fun.

 How often and how much do you write?

Not near as much as I’d like to. But I guess I average a couple of books a year, sometimes more, sometimes less. I like to take my time and make each story as unique as I can.

Tell us about yourself! 

I am a sweet romance writer with a bit of the hot and spicy. I love to create wonderful fantasies with strong alpha males who love to take their women in hand and love them like they’ve never been loved before! I write stories to lose yourself in  and I hope you will love mine and come back for more.I work a full time job, live in the midwest with my family and love pictures and scrapbooking. I have five children, two of whom are married and between them I have six grandchildren. I live in the country and I love cowboy stories and I’ve written a few of those too. And of course, I’m an avid reader, especially stories with a lovely brat who gets her bottom warmed when it’s deserved!

Guest Author post – Groomed, by Bethany Leigh

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 Can Charlotte trust the charming stranger she’s met online?

 

It’s 1999 and Charlotte and Connor have just got the internet at home. One night, Charlotte comes across an intriguing forum. It consists mostly of women posters whose husbands discipline them when they misbehave. In other words, they’re living Charlotte’s dream!

Charlotte’s marriage is in trouble. Work and family pressures have pushed her and Connor apart. The forum posters claim domestic discipline makes marriages closer, more intimate, that sex is through the roof. Charlotte wonders whether introducing the old-fashioned discipline she yearns for can bring her and Connor closer together too.

But Connor doesn’t take to the lifestyle and the failure frustrates Charlotte and drives them even further apart. In desperation, she seeks out a disciplinarian through the forum to satisfy her needs. He seems caring, thoughtful and is willing to take things slowly, allow time to build trust.

But there’s a missing backpacker who just might have a connection with the same disciplinarian.

Can Charlotte trust this charming man she’s met on the internet?

And how will it affect her marriage to Connor?

Will Charlotte ever get the loving discipline she craves?

Publisher’s Note: This book contains disciplinary scenes. If this is offensive to you, please do not read.

 

Here’s an exclusive extract!

She’d thought Ben’s idea of taking things slowly, playing it safe, a good one. Maybe she should wear something a little less suggestive for their first meeting. She checked the racks of the walk-in wardrobe for about the hundredth time since she and Ben set the date. A knee-length sundress? Full-length skirt with elegant blouse? Shorts? No, not shorts. She might have a cute-as arse, but shorts were too casual, too one of the boys. Charlotte had had enough of being an honorary bloke, at work as well as at home. If she was going to be in a 1950s-style spanking relationship, however platonic, she wanted to look 1950s-style feminine.

Forty-five minutes till she had to meet Ben.

            Fifteen minutes till she had to leave the house.

Decide NOW, Charlotte, or you’ll be late.

Charlotte stepped into a long cream linen skirt, with splits up each side – elegant, but easily manoeuvrable should she and Ben spontaneously decide to accelerate their arrangement. She buttoned the matching shirt, and riffled through her jewellery for accessories. She selected an amber necklace with matching ear-rings. She’d already applied light make-up, there was just her hair to fix. Twist it into a bun or have it loose around her shoulders? What about a pony-tail? Too little-girlish even if the plan was for Ben to spank her? She left it loose. Men liked long hair. Even Connor was magnetised by it, running his fingers through it.

Well, he was. Before he ruined everything.

The resentment still burned. It was Connor’s fault that Charlotte was spending her day off work doing something so risky as meeting a stranger from cyberspace. Hayden and Mark would spank Panda and Gemma if they even thought about doing something so stupid. But because of Connor, here was Charlotte – age thirty-six for God’s sake, ‘old enough to know better’ didn’t begin to describe it – getting dressed up to meet someone who could be an axe murderer.

Charlotte shut down that nagging fear. Axe murderers don’t want to take things slowly. She gave her wavy dark hair a final brush and sprayed perfume behind her ears, at the bottom of her throat, on her wrists and inside her elbows. She hesitated before putting on her wedding and engagement rings. There was no reason not to wear them. This was the start of a potential disciplinary arrangement, not a possible love affair.

Handbag, car keys. Cardigan in case it turned cold (yeah, right, the forecast was for 34).

Thirty-five minutes till she had to meet Ben.

            Five minutes till she had to leave the house.

Just about enough time to quickly check the internet, make sure he hadn’t left a message saying he couldn’t make it.

Then, if she was going to keep their date, she’d better head out to her car.

 

You can buy Groomed on Amazon and at the Blushing Books website.

 

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Guest author: Out of the Darkness by Juliette Banks

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“A man could go to war in defence of a body like yours, you know. You hold most men in the palm of your hand.”

The missing father; the predatory stepfather; the abusive lover; they all let her down.

She is one of the most beautiful and photographed women in the world.

She lives the life many young girls dream about.

But sometimes the dream and the reality don’t match up.

William, a powerful and charismatic Dom, who excites her like no other man before, steps into her life.

Will he be different from the others?

Will he recognise her need for loving submission?

 

Find out in Out of the Darkness by Juliette Banks! Read an exclusive excerpt below!

 

I’m not sure that even I know the real me. My life had changed so often since I’d been ‘discovered’ at the tender age of fifteen, while walking down the King’s Road in Chelsea, and within two years I was pictured on the covers of all the glossy magazines. It all happened so quickly. One day I was a fairly ordinary London schoolgirl, and the next I was travelling the world and being wined and dined by the world’s glitterati. Then there were the men. Mostly, they were older, successful and wealthy men who bought me champagne and dinner and then thought they owned me. Some of them were very powerful, men you would not want to cross for fear of the consequences. A few were kind, but many were not. I sometimes wondered if the fault lay with me. Did I do or say things to attract the wrong type of man? Did I give off the wrong vibes, or was I simply unlucky? I had no idea.

The working life of most models is quite short; youth and beauty being such transient states. Make the most of it, was the advice I often received, especially by older models who knew that there were always younger and prettier women to take their place. Many of the girls, if they didn’t make it right to the top where the serious money was made, adopted the other route of marrying wealthy men. It wasn’t always a guaranteed success. I knew of several older models who had given up the catwalk and married such men, some of whom turned out to be serial philanderers. They became second or third wives, and probably realised with a sinking heart that they were destined eventually to be replaced, as their predecessors had been.

I had a few love affairs, but I had never fallen in love. I saw most for what they were, men who viewed a beautiful woman as another symbol of their success, like expensive sports cars, yachts, and luxury villas. I tried to stay away from that sort of man, but I wasn’t always clever enough to spot the ones who should be avoided at all costs. They didn’t all look like Russian gangsters.

“Oh I work hard, but I play hard, too. Do you play hard, Marianne?”


 

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For the first week of release only, Out of the Darkness will be the bargain price of .99c/.99p! Get your copy quickly!

 

This book was previously published under the author’s previous pen-name, Rachel de Vine, with a different cover.

Guest Author – Kelly Dawson, Daddies Take Control

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Jen McLeod’s life is falling apart. Having been caught selling marijuana as a last resort to pay for her brother’s expensive, highly specialized medical care, she faces the loss of her job and the potential for jail time. Penniless, desperate, and unsure what to do, she foolishly tries to steal a wallet from Luke Lewis, an old boyfriend, only to be chased down by his brother Cody.

Luke still has a place in his heart for Jen, and after the two brothers listen to her story they promise not to report her theft to the police if she will accept a punishment from them instead. Seeing no other choice, Jen agrees, and a few moments later she is sobbing and promising to be good as her bare bottom is soundly spanked.

The humiliating punishment leaves her with blushing cheeks and a burning backside, but afterwards Luke holds her in his arms and comforts her, and then the brothers make her an incredible offer. If she will be their little girl, obeying their rules and submitting to their discipline, they will bring her to live with them and provide for all of her needs.

Though she is shocked by their generosity and wonders if all of this might be too good to be true, the brothers quickly prove they are serious about taking care of Jen. She soon finds herself being bathed, cuddled, and spanked when she is naughty, and when the two brothers claim her beautiful body completely their firm, dominant lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But can she learn to behave or will she spend most of her days with a bright red bottom?

Publisher’s Note: Daddies Take Control is a stand-alone sequel to Daddy Takes the Reins. It includes spankings, sexual scenes, and age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

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Enjoy  a free excerpt from Daddies Take The Reins below!

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“Cody’s going to put you across his knee and spank your bare bottom,” he informed her. “And I’m going to watch.”

He heard her sharp intake of breath, saw the colour drain from her face. He watched her stiffen when Cody first took her hand but she visibly relaxed when he stroked her knuckles with his thumb. And she didn’t appear to struggle as Cody tugged her gently down across his lap. She didn’t move when Cody eased her pants down her thighs, sliding both her jodhpurs and knickers down to her knees, and then locked her legs in place beneath one of his. Cody rested his palm on her naked bottom, waiting.

The whole time, Jen stayed frozen, her eyes wide in shock, her hands trembling. Luke could see her biting her lower lip; any harder and she’d put her teeth through it.

“Give me your hands.” Reaching forward, Luke picked up her fingers, entwining them in his, holding them gently, feeling her trembling hands still as he held them. “Look at me,” he commanded softly.

She looked at him through her lashes, her eyes showing just the hint of fear. He felt the tiniest thrill of satisfaction at her panic. It was nothing less than she deserved – she’d stolen from him, after all.

“You are to hold my gaze while Cody turns your bottom red. I want you to look into my eyes while you are being punished and remember why you are here – that you attempted to steal from me.”

Her eyes dropped to the floor as her face turned beet red.

“Jen,” he prompted, injecting just enough sternness into his tone to be taken seriously.

Cody’s hand landed sharply on her bare bottom, the crack of flesh upon flesh echoing loudly around the small room. Jen jumped, her mouth falling open in shock.

“Look at me,” Luke commanded.

She did.

Cody’s flattened palm fell again and again, peppering her bottom with swats in a fast, regular rhythm. Jen flinched with every smack, but now that she held Luke’s gaze, it didn’t waver. Her eyes filled with tears as the spanking continued, but still she kept looking at him.

 

 

Daddies Take Control Excerpt # 2

 

As she held his gaze, Luke rubbed the spoon over her bottom, the plastic cool against her hot skin. He ran the edge of the spoon down between her cheeks, applying very gentle pressure as he paused the spoon over the top of her naughtiest hole. Her breathing quickened and an aching need starting deep in her belly slowly spread through her core, as Luke dragged the spoon further down her cleft. When it reached the edge of her pussy he twisted it, touching the very tip against her dripping lips, then he brought it back and smacked her lightly there, sending shockwaves through her. The wet splat of the spoon didn’t hurt but it did intensify the aching need within her. She arched her back, lifting her ass, offering herself to him

“She likes that,” Cody announced. “I can tell by the expression on her face.”

Shame flooded through her, but it did nothing to hamper the waves of desire rocking through her body.

Luke buried the tip of the spoon inside her. “I know she does,” he agreed. “You should see her juices running down the spoon.” He twisted the spoon, spreading her wide, and she gasped as he reached underneath her and flicked her clit gently with his thumb. She inhaled sharply as he swatted her pussy with the spoon lightly again, fuelling the sensations which were nearly sending her into orbit.

Placing a hand on her back, Luke rubbed the spoon in circles over her bottom again, leaving an emptiness behind. Cody picked up her hand, threading his fingers through hers. “Look at me,” he whispered.

 

 

Daddies Take Control Excerpt #3

 

“Please Luke,” she begged, her eyes pleading with him to help her. “Please take this awful plug out of my bottom. I can’t bear it any longer!”

Luke looked up from his desk, tapping his fingers against his chin, holding the end of a pen in his mouth. “Will you be a good girl if I get rid of it for you?” He raised an eyebrow as he cast a stern eye over her and she felt herself shrivel under his authoritative gaze.

“Yes, I promise,” she begged. Please let him take this out! Her inner mind pleaded. She didn’t know what she would do if he refused …

Luke rolled his swivelly chair back and propped his feet up on his desk, still tapping the pen he held against his teeth as he looked her over, his gaze roaming up and down her body.

“Take your pants off,” he ordered, his voice a husky growl.

Quickly, she obeyed, pushing her jeans and pink lace underwear down to the floor and stepping out of them.

“Turn around. Bend over. Legs apart.” He gave the instructions one at a time, with a pause between each, waiting while she obeyed. She could feel her face flushing a deeper and deeper red with each embarrassing command.

“Reach back and spread your cheeks for me, let me see that purple jewel embedded in your bottom.”

Shame flooded through her. No! I can’t do this! I don’t want to do this! But she did; taking a deep breath for courage she reached back and pulled her cheeks aside, feeling her face get even hotter. Her humiliation was complete.

Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut in a lame attempt at blocking our her shame, but it didn’t stop her hearing Luke’s chair creak as he stood up and it didn’t stop her noticing his shadow fall over her as he moved to stand behind her. A shiver went down her spine as he rested his hands over hers. She felt him stretch his fingers out to touch the plug; it moved inside her as he pressed it gently and her pussy tightened in response. She held her breath as he squeezed her bottom then reached down to her pussy, dipping one finger inside her.

“So wet,” he murmured. “I think you like this plug.”

“No,” she whimpered. “Please take it out, I can’t take it anymore!”

She felt him move away, she heard the creak of his chair as he sat back down.

“Stand up,” he ordered gruffly. As she straightened, he caught her eye and patted his lap. “Come here, baby girl. Let’s take it out.”

For the first time ever, she went eagerly over his lap. His jeans chafed her bare thighs, but she didn’t care. Her skin quivered at his touch, as he spread her cheeks apart with gentle fingers, then probed at the plug.

He reached onto his desk for something, then she felt a cold, long, hard object resting on the crest of her bottom. She shivered involuntarily.

Crack! Whatever it was that Luke held smacked down on her bottom directly on top of the plug, sending fireworks through her. She gasped in shock. The stinging object landed again, slightly lower. She bit her lip and dug her fingers into Luke’s jeans, fighting to keep still.

“To ensure your submission and obedience,” Luke told her quietly. “Do you need another one or is that enough?”

“That’s enough,” she gasped.

“Clearly it isn’t,” Luke scolded, another swat with his stingy smacker punctuating his words. “Try again.”

“That’s enough Sir! I promise I’ll be good!” Jen ground out the words through clenched teeth, her traitorous pussy pulsing and her breasts tightening as shame and humiliation washed over her like waves. Craning her neck, she twisted her head up to see what it was that Luke held, what he’d smacked her with.

His eyes met hers and he grinned as he raised his wrist, showing her the narrow wooden ruler he held.

“It’s solid Rimu,” he said. “Very old. It belonged to Pops, once. When I took over top job I asked if I could have his ruler. The lines it makes are much nicer than those flimsy plastic ones.”

“Lines? You mean the ones you rule, or the ones you’ve made on my butt?”

Luke chuckled, rubbing his hand over her tender bottom. “Both, brat.” Bending down he kissed the welts left by the ruler, tracing his fingertips gently down the lines. “Sore?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Then you’ll be obedient, right?”

“Yes sir.”

“See that you are.” He touched the edge of the ruler to her pussy, running it down between her moist lips, twisting it so the corner dipped inside her. She sucked in a breath. Who knew a ruler could do such incredible things? For a few more seconds, Luke twisted the ruler inside her, rubbing it up and down between her legs, teasing her mercilessly. Then abruptly he pulled it away, before returning it with a flick of his wrist to slap against her wet pussy lips with a sting that made her cry out.

Tossing the ruler lightly onto his desk, he used his fingers to rub away the sting, his rough, calloused skin rubbing in circles over her swollen pussy lips, pinching her clit lightly. She groaned deep in her throat and wriggled her hips; more. She needed more.

 

 

Daddies Take Control Excerpt # 4

Ripping away her towel, he slipped the dress over her head.

“No, you don’t get to wear knickers,” he told her sternly in answer to the horrified, questioning look on her face. “Or a bra. Those things are a privilege for little girls. Only good little girls get to wear underwear. But you’re a naughty little girl, a very naughty little girl. Your bottom will stay bare under this dress. It will stay bare, red and sore.”

He watched her lips part and her nostrils flare slightly at his words as he looked her up and down. She really was exquisite, every naughty inch of her. Her hair, still damp from her shower, brushed against the soft swell of her breast. She was tiny, her slender 5 foot three build dwarfed by his huge frame, but she looked fit and healthy, her body toned from years of riding horses. Holding her shoulders, he spun her around slowly as the filmy fabric of the dress fluttered down over her body. He winced at the state of her bottom: it was still red, darker red in places, with a bit of bruising starting to come through where Cody’s hand had landed multiple times in the one spot. By the time they’d done punishing her later, she wouldn’t be sitting comfortably any time soon.

 

About the Author:

Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book – preferably one containing spanking!

A life-long closet-spanko, Kelly started writing spanking stories on every spare scrap of paper in the house as a child. So when she discovered the internet and spanking romance along with it, she was most excited. But it took her a good decade of devouring these stories before she got up the courage to submit her own. And now, here she is, 8 books later, with a plethora of ideas still to write!

She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her very own romance novel hero (who just happens to be her husband), and their four kids.

 

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Guest author – The Russian Bride by Juliette Banks

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Viktor took her to a dark and frightening place. It was the love of James that saved her.

 

Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants.

Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.

Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.

Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?

Publisher’s Note: This fast-paced tale contains explicit themes including power exchange, capture, multiple sexual partners and discipline. If such material offends, please do not purchase.

Enjoy a sexy snippet from The Russian Bride by Juliette Banks!

 

Natasha ate her food as though someone was going to take the plate away from her at any moment, hardly looking up as she forked it eagerly into her mouth, while James sipped his coffee and studied the young woman in front of him. She had beautiful blue eyes, he noted on the rare occasions that she looked up from her plate. Her lips were plump and looked eminently kissable, should he feel so inclined, and her face was heart-shaped, with prominent cheekbones. Even in the state she was in now, she was undoubtedly a beautiful woman. Scrubbed up and wearing a designer dress and diamond earrings, she would be stunning. What on earth had happened to reduce her to the desperate circumstances she was in now? Would she tell him? Did he really want to know? Or should he just give her some money and be on his way?

Natasha eventually looked up from the now depleted plate of food and realized that he was looking at her with an amused expression.

“Sorry. I was very hungry. I don’t normally eat like that.”

“I’m sure you don’t. Can I get you anything else? Perhaps something to take away for later?”

“No, that will be fine. This meal will last me until tomorrow, thank you.”
“It was my pleasure. I’ll get the bill.”
He was pleased that sleeping rough had not removed her manners. As they left the restaurant, he had a crazy thought. Why not offer her his spare room for the night? He was reluctant to leave her in that cold, dark car park, where any drunken tramp or drug user could molest her. He doubted that she could fight off such an approach, not in her present state at least.

They walked to the car while he weighed up in his mind what was the best to do. He didn’t think that his conscience would allow him to just eject her from the car and drive on to his warm, comfortable apartment. But would he wake up in the morning and find all his valuables gone? He doubted it somehow. He was usually a good judge of character and he was certain that this woman was not a thief. As for what else she was, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps he would soon find out. His mind was made up.

“I’m taking you home with me, Natasha. I don’t think the car park is a safe place for you. I only live a short distance away and you will be perfectly safe with me. You can have my spare room for the night, and tomorrow we’ll try and find somewhere for you to live. Perhaps the Social Services will be able to help.”

She looked a little uncertain, but after a moment, nodded her head in assent.
“Is there anything that you need to collect from the car park? Any valuables?”
That was a rather stupid thing of him to say. The woman clearly hadn’t two pennies to her name, so she was unlikely to have a secret stash in the car park. She shook her head.
“Good, let’s get you home then. It’s freezing outside now.”

James not only saved her life the day he rescued her from sleeping rough, but he also saved her soul.

 

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