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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

#MFRWHooks - 11/26/14 - A Simple Misunderstanding #CorbinsBend #DD

It's Book Hooks Wednesday!  Yay!  And I'm sharing another excerpt from my new spanking romance in the Corbin's Bend series, A Simple Misunderstanding.

He came to her rescue when she needed him most, almost to lose her when she disobeyed him.

In this scene, which occurs near the beginning of Chapter Six, Eleanor Benson (Elly) is asleep in intensive care, recovering from surgery after she's been attacked by her husband.  Seated beside her is Gerald Douglas (Jerry) who feels responsible for Elly's condition.  He suspected she would get in trouble if her husband discovered her unapproved absence, and even called to remind her she should come to him if Arthur discovered her disobedience.  However, rather than show up at her home, as his conscience urged, Jerry honored her request to stay away, and now she suffered because of it.  Determined to never let her husband hurt her again, he remains posted at her bedside in ICU where she awakens after surgery groggy and confused.

She glanced down at the hospital gown she wore. “Clothes?”
“Gone. Your skirt was ruined, and they cut off your turtleneck rather than attempt to pull the sweater over your head. You don’t remember?”
She shook her head as her hand moved over the covers right below the ribs on her left side, undoubtedly aware now of the bandage and drain they’d inserted. He gently clasped her fingers.
“You had surgery. Your spleen developed a tear, which meant they had to remove the damaged portion. Are you in any pain at the moment?”
Her eyes grew thoughtful as she considered his question, then she shook her head again. “Not now.” Her voice sounded so low and hoarse he barely recognized it.
“They can give you something if you’re uncomfortable.” Her eyes drooped. “Go on back to sleep, honey. I’ll stay with you until they kick me out.” She frowned and opened her mouth to object, but he placed a quieting finger against her lips.
“Don’t worry, Elly. Just sleep for now.”
And without further discussion, she obeyed him.


Jerry is determined to protect Elly from her abusive husband, but that means he first needs her to admit she has a problem, and that will be a difficult journey for both of them to take.

M/F Domestic Discipline in Colorado.


Though Arthur and Eleanor Benson have been practicing domestic discipline for three months since their wedding, he insists moving to Corbin's Bend, where domestic discipline is the norm rather than the exception, will revitalize their marriage. Elly has doubts, but since Arthur is the undisputed head of their household, they move. However, once Arthur becomes immersed in a community where spanking is not only permitted, but encouraged, his personality undergoes a dramatic change. Accusing his submissive wife of being lazy, disorganized and disobedient, he employs creative methods of pain and humiliation to mold Elly from the imperfect woman he married into the perfect woman he desires. And Elly finds herself a virtual prisoner in her own home, accountable only to the man who rules her life with a cane.

In his years as a vet, Jerry Douglas has seen what abuse does to animals, and he recognizes those same signs in Elly Benson during her daily escape to the dog park with her tiny poodle. Jerry steadfastly supports the tenets of domestic discipline and enjoys the freedom Corbin's Bend offers its residents, but he remains fiercely protective of anyone in need of a champion. And when he witnesses evidence of harsh handling, his instinct is to rush in and rescue. Problem is Elly Benson is a married and consenting adult who insists all her bruises and welts are nothing more than a simple misunderstanding between her and her husband, until the day Arthur Benson takes his authority and discipline one-step too far, endangering Elly's life.

How can you say "no" to this face?
A Simple Misunderstanding is available at the following locations.

I also have a page on my web site where I am offering a sample of the first three chapters. If you're interested, visit either the Spanking Romance or A Simple Misunderstanding page in the Over 18 section of my website.

A Simple Misunderstanding is currently the only full novel (vs. novella) in the Corbin's Bend line up, and it's receiving some excellent reviews on the Blushing site.

Thanks for visiting.  Now go visit the other authors participating in Book Hooks

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Guest Post - Darling Adams - Loose Morals #Paranormal #BDSM @ReneeRoseAuthor

Today, Renee Rose is taking a seat on the couch as her kinkier persona, Darling Adams, to share a tidbit from her newest BDSM/erotic Paranormal story "Loose Morals," where vampires make sure mortals understand exactly who is in charge.


He flashed into her bedroom, materializing on the edge of her bed in a casual, observer’s pose, one leg crossed over the opposite knee. He would watch her undress, just to remind her who was in charge.
Sasha had her back to him, her shirt off, revealing the ropy muscles of her slender back. She unbuttoned her pants and shucked them, tossing them in the hamper. She had simple gray cotton panties on, but they couldn’t look more erotic to him, clinging to her muscular ass, showing enough cheek to thicken his cock.
She turned and shrieked when she saw him, clutching her pajama top to her chest. “W-what are you doing here?”
He gave a lazy shrug. “Watching the show.” He expected fury. He craved it, really.
Instead she stood stock still, and rubbed her lips together, her breastbone lifting and lowering at a rapid pace. Oh Lord. She was turned on. “Get out,” she said, but her voice held no conviction. She might have said, “Take me to bed.”
“You don’t need to put that on,” he said, indicating the pajama top. “I don’t mind sleeping with you that way.”
“You...” she spat. “You aren’t sleeping with me.” She blinked at him. “I don’t want you in here,” she said petulantly.
“Your scent tells me differently.”
She snapped her eyes to his. “What?”
“Admit it, Sasha. Your naughty parts are tingling right now.”
A flush spread across her cheeks and down her neck. “What do you want from me?” she demanded.
“Come here,” he said softly, holding his breath. Her feet began to move and he celebrated the tiny victory. When she drew close enough, he snatched her top from her hands, dropping it on the floor.
She jerked in surprise and covered her breasts with her forearms.
He gripped her wrists and pulled her arms away from her chest, pinning them down by her sides. “You have a lovely pair of breasts,” he said, his fangs lengthening.
He smelled the fresh bloom of her arousal and wondered if it came from his words, the physical restraint or the sight of his fangs growing long for her.
“Please,” she managed to say, her voice cracking.
He lifted his eyes from his study of her breasts to her face.
“Please, Charlie…”
He tugged her closer. “Please what?”
“Please don’t do this,” she pleaded. “Please let me go.”
“I like it when you beg,” he said softly.
The scent of desire grew stronger. “Please.”
He released her wrists and yanked her panties to her knees. “Go stand in the corner with your hands clasped above your head.”
Her thighs twitched together, and he watched in fascination as a droplet of moisture trickled onto her thigh.
He brought his hand across her ass with a sharp slap, making her jump. “Now, Sasha,” he ordered. He had no idea if she would obey. If she did, it would be out of desire, rather than fear.
When she shuffled to the corner, with her panties around her knees and stood there, interlacing her fingers over her head, his cock throbbed. She wanted him. Or rather, she wanted this.
He made an approving rumble in his throat. He traced behind her and ran his palm over her ass. Then he smacked her hard on one cheek.
He slapped the other cheek. She shivered, her breath short.
 “You like being spanked by me,” he observed.
She dropped her arms and tried to whirl around, but he caught her wrists and pinned them against the wall with one hand.
He delivered another stinging slap to each cheek, then began to pick up tempo, until she danced under the steady barrage of slaps raining down. He sensed her willingness to endure the pain waning and he stopped, rubbing her heated flesh. “You look good in pink,” he said.
“Why,” she panted, “why do you do this?”
He softened his touch, making it more like a caress now, soothing the sting away. “To teach you to obey.” She stiffened, but he pressed his body against hers and murmured in her ear. “You surrendered to me. Why?”
“You made me,” she said through clenched teeth.
“No, Sasha,” he breathed in her ear. “I think you were curious. You want to know what happens next, don’t you?” When she didn’t answer, he repeated the question, with a sharper tone. “Don’t you?”
She still didn’t answer.
He slapped her ass.
“Yes,” she gasped.
Her admission flooded his chest with the warmth of success. He caressed her backside, his fingers trailing up her inner thighs. She stiffened in shock when they brushed her swollen sex. She clamped her legs together as if to keep him out.
“Come, Sasha. You and I both know you aren’t serious about that.”


When Sasha Deschamps unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home from work, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can’t get rid of. The dominant immortal demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she has performed an act of magick, one which she does not know how to even begin.

Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover over one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty witchling, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.

Emotionally detached to the point of amorality, his motto has been “friendly with many, close to none”, but he finds himself falling for Sasha, believing he might be able to trust a woman again. When he discovers she is actually the reincarnated witch who cursed him, though, his world turns on end. Can he believe she has returned to his life to heal the rift between them? Or will he walk away from her again, as he did so many years ago?

Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.

About the Author:

Darling Adams is a naughty author who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance, submission and power exchanges.

She also writes spanking romance under the name Renee Rose.
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Sunday, November 23, 2014

#SPeekSunday - 11/23/14 - Mortal Illusions - Familiar and Appealing #Vampires #Paranormal

For a vampire, love means watching someone you care about die.

Sneak Peek Sunday is a weekly excerpt hop where each author shares six paragraphs from a published work or a WIP (work in progress).

My submission for this week is from my 1st book, Mortal Illusions. A vampire romance published by New Concepts Publishing, Mortal Illusions is currently the first in a series of 3 books.  Its sequel, Fatal Desire, is currently under production.

In this excerpt, which is the beginning of the first chapter, Germaine St. Justine has sensed his former lover's pain and visits her in the hospital in an effort to ease her suffering.  After some gentle teasing combined with a soothing back rub, he gently bites her neck and draws out a few seconds worth of blood, then uses a hypodermic needle to withdraw blood from his arm.  Germaine adamantly refuses to make another vampire, but he doesn't want Marguerite to suffer.  Unfortunately, she wants more than he is willing to give, so to reassure her his affections haven't altered despite the many years they've been apart, he kisses her.  When Claire walks in to discover a stranger kissing her dying mother, she assumes the gentleman is up to no good and reacts accordingly.  Marguerite informs Germaine that Claire has set herself up as her personal watchdog--wanting to know what kind of treatments the hospital is giving her, along with all the other gory details about her care.  Germaine suggests Marguerite humors her daughter, by having her temperature taken again.

            Marguerite accepted the thermometer he held out for her without protest, but her eyes remained fixed on Germaine's.  Well? she asked him silently.
            Germaine could hear the frustration in Clarissa's sigh as she turned away from them in a pointed show of disapproval.
            I begin to wonder if George wasn't just a little too lenient with both his children, Germaine answered her.
            George believed in solid reasoning and praise, she responded in quick defense.
            Spare the rod . . . Germaine intoned.  Retrieving the thermometer, he extended it toward Clarissa without looking at it.  "Miss Danielson, you requested this I believe?"
            She practically snatched the glass tube from his fingers, then skirted around him to read the tiny numbers by the room's only light, a chrome-based lamp with a sixty-watt bulb.  "This is no better than candlelight," she grumbled, her face nearly pressed to the plastic shade.  While she was preoccupied with deciphering the tiny numerals, Germaine conducted a longer, more thorough appraisal of Marguerite’s daughter.  She was taller and thinner than he liked, as most young women of her generation tended to be, yet not too thin.  She had a delicately boned face capped by a fluff of wind-combed hair that was short by his standards, but not unattractively so.  And though he much preferred petite, soft-spoken women with long, silken curls a man could wrap his hand in, something about this female appealed to him in a strangely familiar way.

Marguerite's feisty daughter tends to attack first and ask questions later, a trait that is going to get her into a lot of trouble.

M/F, Contemporary vampire romance in a society based on D/s.

Read the first three chapters at: Mortal Illusions

Buy the book at NCPAmazonBarnes & Noble, or ARe

Thanks for visiting.  I hope you enjoyed this brief excerpt and want more. Please click the link below to continue your hop Sneak Peek Sunday Wishing you a wonderful journey.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

#SatSpanks - 11/22/14 - Arrested by Love - Seeing a punishment through to its end #DD #Spanking

He caught her speeding in a school zone and decided she needed to learn even civil disobedience could have very painful consequences.

Reading this material at Work could get you spanked.

Welcome to the Saturday Spankings blog hop.  My stories are all M/f with the dominant male determined to protect the woman he cares for and loves, or grows to love, by doing whatever it takes to ensure her safety and continued health.  This includes administering a spanking when necessary.

My submission for this week is from my first spanking novel, Arrested by Love, published by Blushing Books.

  In this scene, near the beginning of the book, Kyle, a traffic patrol officer, has pulled over a young woman for speeding in a school zone.  Tiffany has been in love with Kyle since she was ten, so this isn't the first time she's faced the strict police officer because of some prank she's pulled.  It's not even the first time she's been caught speeding, which means she's spent a fair amount of time over his knees.  Even so, Kyle is prepared to let her go with a warning and a ticket until she propositions him.  

Angry, partly because he's tempted to accept her bribe, Kyle decides to offer her a choice. She can either spend a night in jail, or place herself over his lap and receive a harsh spanking for her reckless driving.  Though Tiffany agrees to Kyle's punishment, she's scared.  He's never been so strict with her before and she fears this spanking will be unbearable.  After he takes a moment to reassure her of his love, he orders her to lower her panties and raise her skirt.  Once Tiffany tearfully complies, Kyle insists she tell him why she is being punished, but Tiffany feels Kyle is being unfair, so she tries to plead her case.  Cutting her off, Kyle lays out his reasons for this punishment, then grimly sees to the task of following through.

            After forty swats, she was crying so hard that her pleas for him to stop emerged as little more than burbling sobs.  A part of him felt bad for causing her this much pain, while another part knew if he stopped now she'd think she could weasel herself out of trouble with a few tears.  He had to see this through to the end, though he did lighten the intensity of his strokes quite a bit.  He knew they still smarted since his hand stung with every stroke he delivered, just not as badly.
            At fifty she stopped begging for him to stop and just gasped for breath as she sobbed, so he figured she was crying too hard now to form intelligible words.


Kyle doesn't like the thought of hurting Tiffany, though he knows he has to if he's to make any progress in curbing her impulsive behavior.  And as a cop, he knows reckless driving can be lethal.

M/F, Sexy spankings in rural Connecticut.

If you're 18 or older, you can read the first three chapters at Arrested by Love
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Friday, November 21, 2014

Frisky Friday - 11/21/14 - A Dom's Dilemma - A Warning Tickle - #BDSM #Spanking

She needed his protection, except he insisted on her honest submission first.

Reading this material at Work could get you spanked.

Welcome to Frisky Friday.  My stories are all M/f with the dominant male determined to protect the woman he cares for and loves, or grows to love, by doing whatever it takes to ensure her safety and continued health.  This includes administering a spanking when she needs one.  

My submission for this week is from my first BDSM novel, A Dom's Dilemma, published by Blushing Books.

This excerpt occurs after Master James and Kelly have spent an intense weekend together, and he is seeing her home.  Kelly doesn't want to leave him, but knows she has no claim on the Dom who's taken her under his wing.  However, she's not above taking advantage of a situation when it's presented to her, except Jim knows she's too sore to play.  So, Kelly gets a scolding when she tries to intimate otherwise.

            "You need to be more honest with me, Kelly," he scolded without heat, and she knew it was worry more than anger that prompted his stern tone.  At her nod of agreement, he gave her chin a light squeeze.  "Now I have some last minute instructions for you.  Make sure you apply the butt cream I gave you every night for the next five days.  It'll help reduce any lingerin' soreness you might have.  Second," he added, a bit more firmly, "No more frisky business without permission.  You hear?"  That order was accompanied with a warning scowl that was pure Dom.
            Her returning smile had more than a trace of guilt in it.  "Okay, I'll be good and not touch anything I'm not supposed to without your permission," she promised a little breathily.
            His eyes narrowing, he gave her a grin that oozed with evil intent.  "You'd better not, my lovely.  Or else…."  Then, without any more warning, he reached out and started to tickle her.
            Kelly screamed.  She was very, very ticklish, and he knew all her secret spots.  She was laughing so hard she was crying when he finally stopped.
            He held her for a minute as she caught her breath, then kissed her softly and sensuously for a moment, before he drew back.  "Gotta go, darlin'.  I'll give you a call later in the week.  All right?"
            At her dazed nod, he smiled then turned and walked out her door.

Jim realizes after their intense weekend together, Kelly is likely to go through sub drop, and he hopes to lessen the impact a little by leaving her laughing and happy. 

M/F, Kinky happenings in rural Connecticut.

If you're 18 or older, you can read the first three chapters at A Dom's Dilemma 

Buy the book directly from Blushing BooksAmazonARE

Thanks for visiting.  I hope you enjoyed this brief excerpt and wish you and yours a very Frisky Friday

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

#MFRWHooks - 11/19/14 - Acting Lessons - Lying earns swats #DD #KissMeKate

Splendorous things can happen when the mind and body are in tune.

This material is NSFW (Not Safe For Work). If you’re not over 18, please explore elsewhere.

Welcome back to Book Hooks, a regular Wednesday feature! In this blog loop, we hope to provide you with some tantalizing tidbits in our books.

My submission for this week's Book Hooks is from my 5th novel, Acting Lessons.

He was a strict and demanding college professor turned professional director who excelled at giving acting lessons.  She was his shy and uncertain former student who became a professional actress under his tutelage.  They fell in love, married, and won two Tony Awards before tragedy struck and a simple kiss ripped them apart.

After a six month separation, Peter Thorton decides to take matters into his own hands by making his famous wife, Kate, an offer she wouldn't refuse.  Plainly put, he wants her back and he intends to do whatever is necessary to achieve his goal, even if it means giving his stubborn, willful leading lady a daily reminder over his knee that she promised to obey him.

In this scene, which occurs in chapter six, Peter Thorton has just finished giving his wife, Kate, a relatively mild spanking for defying his instructions, and is preparing to make love to her for the first time in over two years.  Peter adores Kate, but he's not above teasing her a little before giving her what she wants and needs as he gently nibbles her into a writhing mass of desire.  However, given her injured knee, he also wants to ensure nothing they do aggravates her torn meniscus, so he gently restrains her when she tries to counter-thrust against his pleasuring.  Keeping his hand on her thigh as a reminder, he warns her if she moves, she'll get a swat, then he makes love to her.  Since they haven't been together for nearly six months, Peter enters Kate slowly to give her body time to adjust.  However, when she wraps her legs around his waist, she gets a smack and a warning.

            "Do you want me to stop?"
            "No.  Of course not.  But I can't just lie here like a damp dishrag.  It's not natural."
            "I'm not saying it will be easy, but holding me the way you did hurt your knee, didn't it?"
            "Not a lot."
            He bent her right leg up to expose her thigh and gave her a swat with his left hand.  Kate yelped and glared at him.
            "Wrong answer."

Peter is finally where he belongs, and now that he's there, he has no wish to leave, but Kate's well being always comes first.
M/F, DD and a staged production of Kiss Me, Kate.

If you're 18 or older, you can read the first three chapters at Acting Lessons

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Blushing Books caters specially to those who love spanking stories in all genres.  So, if you enjoy stories with characters who have their bottoms warmed on occasion, for a variety of different reasons, I urge you to pay them a visit. Blushing Books.

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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Guest Post - Sue Lyndon - "Maid to Submit" - Where tricks get spanks, not treats #BDSM #SueLyndon

Sue Lyndon has agreed to drop by today and tell us a little about her newest release "Maid to Submit" as well as a date of her own that didn't go exactly as planned.

Thanks for joining us, Sue.  Before we get into the details of your book, I'd like to ask you to describe for us the worst date you’ve ever been on. 

I met a guy at the movie theatre. We’d met online and he SEEMED like a great guy. But, it was an awful, awful date. He told me was over 6 feet tall, and I towered over him (I’m 5’8”). He criticized ME for lying about how tall I was, but the guy was pretty short…no way he was over 6 feet! Geesh! He also complained about how much everything cost, and when I offered to pay he rolled his eyes at me. And he wore his pants so low that he had to constantly pull them back up. Then during the start of the movie, he asked me if I was ticklish and tried to tickle me. I swatted his hand away and walked out of the theatre, got in my car, stopped at the grocery store for some chocolate ice cream, and went home and vowed to never meet another guy from an online dating site again.

Yeah, the tickling date from hell....

Now, tell us a little about Maid to Submit.

Maid to Submit is a short story of approximately 8,000 words.


Ally's all dressed up and eager to spend Halloween night with her spanko boyfriend, Mark, but on her way out the door her roommate regretfully informs her that she saw Mark having lunch with another woman. Ally's heartbroken, but she's also angry...angry enough to hurl toilet paper through all the trees in front of Mark's house, among other naughty things. She doesn't plan on being caught red-handed, but she soon finds herself being tossed over Mark's shoulder and carried into his house.

Mark insists they talk about whatever has Ally so upset, and if he has to hold her captive--or spank her--until she settles down enough to listen, so be it. He informs a stunned Ally that the busty blonde he had lunch with was...his mother! Now he's got his hands full with an apologetic French maid who is very much in need of correction. He's understanding that Ally has some trust issues because of her past, but he certainly won't tolerate such naughty, irresponsible behavior from the woman he loves. He informs her that she's to endure a thorough inspection followed by a hard spanking on her bare bottom, and that's just the beginning of her punishment.

Will Mark get his errant maid to submit to an ordeal that is sure to leave her blushing?

Note: This story contains a naughty French maid who looks good in handcuffs, a no-nonsense firefighter with a twitchy palm, bare bottom spankings galore, and other erotic scenes sure to make your e-reader sizzle. Please don't buy this book if such material offends you.


As she listened for the sound of his footsteps on the stairs, she replayed their conversation in the living room, particularly the last part of it. He’d said he was going to inspect her before he spanked her, and also that it was just the beginning of her punishment. He planned to take all night with her, proving to her that he loved her. Pulses of warmth quickened between her thighs as she imagined all that awaited her. Inspections. Spankings. Intimate punishments.
She sucked in a shaky breath as desire tightened in her core, the little waves of pleasure causing her nipples to grow taut inside her bra. Her breasts felt heavier and heavier, and the aching of her pussy deepened the longer she stood there. Waiting. Just waiting. For him.
“Look at that naughty young lady standing in the corner,” Mark said, his deep voice catching her by surprise. “She’s about to become one very sorry little girl.”
How had he walked up the stairs so quietly? She yearned to turn around and peer into his dark brown eyes, but resisted. Moving out of position without permission was a big no no. The heat of his body radiated against her, and the entire surface of her skin danced and came alive with the need to be touched by him. To feel his lips trailing all over her, to experience the sting of his hand as he punished her, and to endure the shameful prodding of his fingers as he inspected her.
He cupped her bottom and she gasped despite herself. She was so on edge aching for her punishment even as she dreaded it, and the throbbing of her pussy as her body reacted to the strength of his presence didn’t help matters. She wanted him to hurt her and fuck her. Repeatedly. No holds barred.
“Spread those legs and arch your bottom up higher, Ally.” He patted her butt and moved back, giving her space to follow his instructions. She obeyed, lifting her bottom as high in the air as possible while parting her thighs. The skirt of her maid’s dress rose up, revealing her panty-clad bottom to him. “Good girl,” he said.
He stroked her backside, and his gentle caresses left her quivering in place, her legs barely holding her up. She felt moisture slip from her pussy to soak her panties further, and her face heated knowing he’d soon discover her vast wetness. As if reading her thoughts, he began to work her panties down, taking his time as he peeled them down to rest above her knees, which were still spread wide apart.
“I can smell your arousal, Ally. I know you’re wet. Now, let’s see just how wet you are.”

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Author bio: 
Sue Lyndon is a multi-published author of erotic BDSM romance and spanking romances. She enjoys a good book in any genre, loves Star Trek and Battlestar Galactica, and runs on coffee and chocolate.