Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Guest Post - Her Celtic Masters by Ashe Barker #EroticRomance #Viking #dominance

Vikings are usually the raiders, making slaves of the Celts, but in a turn of fortune, Kristin, a recently widowed Viking maid, finds herself in the protection of two handsomely dominant and virile Celtic Warriors. 


Excerpt:

“Open your legs, little Viking.” The command was softly spoken, yet firm. Nyle expected her to obey.
So, she did. She planted her feet on the mattress between Nyle’s long legs and parted her knees.
Bowdyn chuckled. “A tolerable effort, but we can do better.” He took her left ankle and lifted it over Nyle’s leg then set it down on the outside of his brother’s thigh. He repeated the action with her other ankle, then set his hands at her waist to ease her further up Nyle’s body. Thus positioned, Nyle had ample access to her breasts. He could toy with her, torture her nipples as he pleased, whilst at the same time her thighs were spread wide for his brother. “Ah, yes,” Bowdyn confirmed, “much better.”
“Is she wet?” enquired Nyle pleasantly enough.
Bowdyn drew the flat of his palm between her legs, pausing to part the lips of her pussy as though to particularly examine that spot, then rubbed the heel of his hand on the sensitive nubbin at the front.
Kristin stifled a squeal. She knew of that place, had discovered it for herself whilst bathing, but no hand apart from hers had ever ventured there. Baldvin Ryggiason had shown not the slightest interest in exploring his bride’s more sensual desires. Until these last few minutes she, herself, had been largely unaware such urges existed. Certainly, the powerful nature of her own arousal had been a mystery to her. These Celts were a revelation indeed.
“Yes, she is wet.” Bowdyn raised his hand to show his brother.
“Did I not tell you it would be so? It takes but a gentle tug on her nipples,” Nyle paused to squeeze and twist again by way of demonstration, “and she gushes like a waterfall. I believe the staid, proper, and very stern Kristin Lofnsdottir is nothing more than a wanton at heart. Is this not so, little Viking?”
Wanton? The very word sent her senses reeling. Could he be right? Oh, she most sincerely hoped so though the words became lodged in her throat. She could not answer. She could only feel.
“Open the lips of her cunny and put your fingers inside her. I believe this is what she would like. Am I right, my Viking?”
Freya, help me… The silent plea went unanswered. Kristin had to shift for herself in this matter. So, she did. She nodded.
“There, it is as I thought. But be gentle, brother. I get the impression our Viking is unaccustomed to such treatment.”
Kristin could have blessed Nyle for his perceptiveness. It was as though he had somehow crawled into her mind and knew all her secrets, her desires as well as her fears.
Her brief interlude of clarity and coherence shattered the moment Bowdyn spread her nether lips with his fingers and inserted one long digit into her tight channel. She expected to flinch, to hurt. Her previous experience of this act, though infrequent, had been sufficient for her to know she found it uncomfortable, painful even. And oddly disappointing.
All those doubts and uncertainties were swept aside in the surge of pleasure that threatened to engulf her. Bowdyn withdrew his finger then drove it deep again, harder this time, faster.
“If this hurts, you may tell us,” whispered Nyle.
“It… it does not hurt,” she managed. “Oh. Oh!”
Bowdyn increased the speed of his thrusts and added a second finger. The friction was unbearably sweet yet still not enough. Kristin squeezed her inner walls around his long digits and circled her hips.
“I believe our Viking is rather enjoying this. Is that not also correct, Kristin?”
Must she answer? Could she? Was she truly enjoying what was happening to her or was it some other compulsion that drove her to thrust her hips forward and consider begging for more?


Blurb:

Ripped from their home in a brutal Viking raid, their family murdered before their eyes, Nyle and Bowdyn, sons of Connell of Cynwrig have every reason to loathe their cruel captors. Miraculously, they both survive their ordeal at the hands of the vicious Norsemen who enslave them, to be reunited as free men.

Recently widowed and fiercely independent, Kristin Lofnsdottir is determined to forge her own path in a world ruled by men. Confused and dismayed by her attraction to the handsome but enigmatic Celtic warriors, when they make her an outrageous offer, she can’t refuse them.

Nyle and Bowdyn swear to protect their Viking lady and she adores her Celtic masters. Together they prosper and start to rebuild their shattered lives. But the wrongs of the past must be avenged. Will the burning need for vengeance destroy their fragile happiness and that of those around them?

Fast-Paced and with compelling characters, set in the turbulent and sensual world of the Vikings, if you loved Conquered by the Viking by Ashe Barker, you won’t want to miss this thrilling sequel. Her Celtic Masters, the second book in Ashe Barkers Viking Duet, continues the erotic saga, bringing this haunting and dramatic Viking romance to an unexpected climax. 

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About the Author:

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.
Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 
At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.
Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.
Ashe loves to hear from readers. Here are her social media links:
Or you can email her direct on ashe.barker1@gmail.com


Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Guest Post - 3/5/19 - In Pursuit of Molly by Alyssa Bailey #SweetRomance #DomesticDiscipline

The talented Alyssa Bailey is here today to share a tempting tidbit from Book One of her O'Connor brothers series, "In Pursuit of Molly."



Excerpt:

His friend nodded in the direction of the door. “That one is pretty and looks like she’s over her head. I should go help her get comfortable.”
“Nope. Sorry, but that naughty woman is mine. She knows not to come here alone. She’s innocent in the ways of this type of club.”
“Ah, so that’s who you were waiting for. I wondered if you were going to hold up the bar all night. Well, Ken’s moving in over there, you’d better snag her fast.”
Cián finished his sparkling water and got up. Striding towards Molly, he saw one of her girlfriends trying to entice her to enter further. He’d made it to within an arm’s length of Molly when her friend, Karen, spied him. His look of disapproval stopped all words flowing from her mouth. She stared like a deer in headlights for a split second before turning on her heels and walking back to the others.
“You’ve been naughty all week, leanbh. You know how I deal with naughty.”
Cián grinned at the shiver that ran through her body and then the shocked look Molly gave him. She opened her mouth several times to speak but closed it each time.
“What is the rule about clubs like this one?” Molly dropped her head but Cián wouldn’t allow it to stay there. “You know it and I know it. You should not be here alone.”
“I’m not… well, you weren’t around, and I was asked to go.”
“Molly, you chose not to call me and ask for an escort. You’ve been out of control all week trying to get my attention because you’re irritated over the spanking. Now you have my attention and have earned another one.” His words came from deep in his chest causing it to rumble. “And if you’re honest, you’d admit at least to yourself, that you were trying to earn another one. You wanted to see if I was for real, if this was something I played at or followed through on.”
“That’s ridiculous and pretty self-centered if you ask me.”
“We’ll see. Now that you’re here, if you want me to show you around and help you get an understanding of what playing here is like, I will. If you prefer to go back to my place, we can get the matter of your spanking out of the way.”
“I’m not going to your apartment and you aren’t spanking me.” Her indignant words ended in a whisper and ever pinkening cheeks.
“You want it here? I can promise you, no one will care.”
“Oh God Cián, please, not here.” Her face and neck were now red.


Blurb:

Molly Rasher had been obsessed with Cián O’Connor from the day she met the preoccupied veterinarian student. She was still dreaming of his toned body and serious demeanor when she finished college but he had only nodded and smiled in passing. With no further contact, it seemed her sexy dreams would have to find another star, until he walked into the clinic’s front door, reigniting her passions.

Cián was more than half-way through his training to be a veterinarian. Finally, he could afford to pursue his angel. Molly’s endearing, shy smile had tantalized him for almost two years and now the opportunity to be with her fell into his lap, he was going to grab it with both hands. He prayed she was ready for him because he’d learned if you wanted something bad enough, you held on tight until you got it. No matter the cost.

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About the Author:

USA Today best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the rainforest on the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.

Alyssa loves writing romance for the naughty in all of us. She writes power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices. 

If she can throw a little mystery, humor, and suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters predominately live in Regency England, Ireland, and Scotland amongst lords and ladies, in the Contemporary Realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working Cowboys and fiercely romantic Native Americans

Author Links
You can find Alyssa online:
Twitter: @blushingalyssa
Blog/web page:  http://alyssabailey.com/

Alyssa’s Other Works


Lords and Little Ladies Series:
       The Black Laird Demands (book 3)

Safe and Secure Series:

Clearwater Ranch Series

Lone Wind Series:

Chase Abbey Series:

The O'Connor Series:

Liam & Jocelyn's Story


Ciaran and Katherine's Story

Quinlan and Cheyenne's Story

Kelli and Parker’s Story

Anthologies
  
Misc.



Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Guest Post - 2/12/19 - Returning to Us by PK Corey #Corbin'sBend #SecondChance

Susan and Hal want to rekindle the passion in their marriage, but there are a few things they need to straighten out before they do.

Let me know you’re always here to lean on and don’t let me pull away – it’s lonely and scary when I do.


Excerpt:

Susan watched as he brought the list over and laid it by her plate. Giving it a quick glance, her eyes widened. Snatching it up, she turned to him in fury. “Damn it, Hal! I’m not buying all this shit and you’re not using it on me today. I can only be pushed so far!”
Hal calmly took her hand and headed for the bedroom. His completely calm manner shook her as she suddenly realized he was in this for real. He didn’t say a word. Only Susan was talking, and she felt like she was babbling. “Stop Hal, this is just too much. You’ll kill me if you use all that. And I can’t buy this stuff in Corbin’s Bend. Everyone will know what you’re going to do. I’ll die of embarrassment.”
Hal let her rave on as he bent her over the bed and pulled down her pajama pants. The small wooden paddle lay on the dresser and Hal took it in a firm grip.
With no warm-up of any kind, Hal lay down six scalding swats, three on each side. “Are you ready to listen now?” he asked conversationally.
Damn it, Hal! That was too hard! Stop it and let me up.”
Another six firm swats followed the first. “Let me know when you’re ready to listen,” Hal told her quietly.
“Fuck all this, Hal. You let me up, now!”

Hal chuckled to himself. They were already making progress. The few times he’d tried to spank her in the past ten years or so, she hadn’t even reacted. He realized now that he’d been tentative back then and she’d just taken what little he’d given, then gotten up and walked away seemingly unaffected. He loved that she was taking this seriously enough now to fight him. The next round, he gave her five on each side and there was nothing tentative about them. 

Blurb:

After thirty-five years, Susan thought her marriage was over the morning after their last child's wedding. Hal, her husband, said he needed to talk about something important. She knew it couldn’t be good. They rarely even spoke anymore. In the beginning they’d been so close, so passionate. Practicing domestic discipline had been a wonderful part of their lives—sometimes.

But over the years it had all drifted away, even when Susan asked for what she needed. He would occasionally give her a mild, sexy spanking, but the real discipline she craved was a thing of the past. Now, Hal suddenly wanted to talk about moving to Colorado to live in Corbin's Bend, a community where spanking was not only accepted, but encouraged. Could this bring back the closeness and passion they’d once had? Could Susan trust that this time Hal would truly step up?

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About the Author:

After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-five-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service. 
I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.
My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My new series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.
I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers. You can contact me at pk.corey@yahoo.com



Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Guest Post - 1/22/19 - His Land, His Law by Libby Campbell #TimeTravel #Paranormal

Libby Campbell is joining us today with an excerpt from her novel "His Land, His Law." But before we begin, we asked a question about writing that she gave a most insightful answer to:

What advice would you give a new writer?
Be brave and be ready to make mistakes. Learn to laugh at the many wrong steps you’ll take. I consider my first two years in this genre as an apprenticeship.
Try to improve with each piece you write. Read books on craft. Go to workshops or find online resources to help you hone your skills.
To be a writer you have to be thick-skinned, because there will always be someone who pans your work. At the same time, you have to be sensitive to pick up the nuances of human behaviour.
Finally, you’ll need a good internet connection and a few basic social media skills. 



Excerpt:

The sight of Cara’s well-padded buttocks bent over his knee had woken Luke’s desire with breathtaking ferocity. He’d spanked her to discourage her from defying his rights as a property owner and neighbor, to teach her some civility. He hadn’t expected to enjoy spanking her so much. He hadn’t expected to want to lay her down and make love to her right on the spot.
When he was finished, he was already hoping for an excuse to spank her again, hopeful that it might lead to something cozier than just a bottom-warming. The flush burning up her neck when he helped her back to her feet suggested that she hadn’t hated the experience either. She couldn’t hide the fact that her nipples had stiffened to hard pebbles that pushed against the thin fabric of her t-shirt.
So when she demanded to be set free, he did so while warning her of the consequences of any further disruption to his plans. Her reputation for stubbornness and being a tree hugger said he could count on paddling that gorgeous backside again some time. If he could get her past her romantic opposition to his development plans, they might even have some fun together.
“Every time,” he repeated. “Understand?”
Cara said nothing. She nodded with a half-smile, treating him to an innocent, wide-eyed look that was as genuine as a three-dollar bill.
He released her anyway. He couldn’t call her a liar without proof.
She was much prettier than he’d expected and no less spirited. The way her eyes dilated as she looked at him made his cock stiffen.
Grandpa’s lawyers had warned him that she wanted the land, but he’d done his homework. The value of raw acres was a fraction of what it would be if he cleared it and subdivided it into a tidy collection of small lots. She was going to have to get used to the idea, that was all there was to it.
He turned on his charm. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Cara. Everyone agrees you’re smart as a whip and unafraid of things that make keep most people awake at night.”
“What is there to be frightened of on Salt Spring Island?” Cara snorted before pulling herself a bit taller. She treated him to another empty smile.
He noted the effort it took her to stifle the flare of temper. Unskilled in the artificial body language of the corporate world where people were practiced at concealing their true feelings, she was easy to read. Advantage: Luke.



Blurb:

Since she inherited her parents’ home, Cara Eckford has used walks in the nearby woods as inspiration for her art, so she is shocked and upset upon finding that ‘No Trespassing’ signs have recently been put up on the property. But when she angrily confronts the land’s new owner, the infuriatingly sexy Luke McCrae, she merely earns herself a stern scolding and a sound spanking.

Despite her irritation, Luke’s bold dominance leaves Cara’s heart racing and her panties soaked. He soon proves more than ready to tame her fiery temper with his belt applied to her bare bottom, but even with tears in her eyes and her backside on fire Cara’s need for Luke cannot be denied, and when he takes her in his arms his masterful lovemaking satisfies her deeply.

Cara’s newfound romance with Luke grows stronger and more passionate with each passing day, but when conflict over his plans for her beloved forest threatens to tear them apart, can she make use of her powerful connection to both of their ancestors to convince him to change his mind?

Publisher’s Note: His Land, His Law includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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About the Author:

I’m in love with love. My romance stories feature strong, self-reliant women who challenge the powerful men who love them.

My books are set in the Pacific Northwest, a part of the world I know well and love deeply.
I’ve lived all over Canada, but the best decision of my life was when I moved to Australia to marry my leading man. After many years there, we moved back to the Pacific Northwest. We now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.

My passions are reading and writing. I also love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing. 

Connect with Libby Campbell on social media:

Sign up for her newsletter here: Libby Campbell newsletter
Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell
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Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell:

The Romancing the Coast Series
Seeing Ronnie.(book 1)
Holding Cynthia (book 2)
Trusting Ingrid (book 3)


Simon in Charge – 3 book box-set