Saturday, September 4, 2021

Guest Post - 9/4/21 - "Secrets on the River" by PK Corey #Contemporary, #romance, #spanking

Stress relief spankings actually work… damn it!




Excerpt:

Annie followed him to the bedroom. “I don’t know what has gotten into Lily!” she exclaimed. “I made a few suggestions and she’s off the deep end.”

Andy stepped from the closet where he had been rummaging around. When Annie saw him emerge holding the leather paddle she had brought home years ago, mostly as a joke, she stepped back shaken, exclaiming, “Have you gone crazy too?”

“Someone’s off the deep end and it’s neither me nor Lily. We’re going to have a talk right now.”

Annie found herself across Andy’s lap before she could realize he was serious. “I want my wife back, Annie. You’ve been under enormous stress. I realize that, but something needs to snap you back to the calm, lovely woman we all know and love. My friends say this works and I’m going to find out.”

“Andy, no! You can’t do this!” Annie cried.

Andy had spanked Annie several times over the years. Nothing like Tom often dealt with Cassie, but this wasn’t a completely new experience for either of them. Except it was. Andy was deadly serious. He’d heard from Tom and Steve and even Ryan and Cal how much a ‘stress-relieving’ spanking could work. And Annie needed stress relief!

He spanked right through her shocked protests. He continued to spank as her brief anger flared and still kept on until he felt her body relax and her shouts of ‘no!’ and ‘stop!’ turned to sobs.

Andy laid down the paddle and helped Annie up to sit on his lap. He held her tightly as she continued to cry.

“Let it out, honey. Just let it out. Everything’s okay and you’re going to be fine.”

Annie cried on his shoulder. That really hurt! Why did he do that? she asked herself in bewilderment. But the longer she sat, held firmly in Andy’s arms, the better she felt. It was like a bubble swelling inside her. When it burst she began feeling a calm she hadn’t felt in months.

Andy patiently continued to hold here, gently rubbing her back. “You feeling better?” he asked.

Annie nodded into his neck, a little embarrassed and not quite ready to look him in the eye. “I want you to remember there is nothing the two of us can’t handle. Especially with the help of Lily and the rest of the family. You don’t have to take it all on your shoulders. You mind Lily on what to eat and drink. Get yourself into bed at a decent hour, too. And relax! You can do his Annie. I’ve never been one to tell you what to do, but that’s what you can expect for a while. Do you understand me?”





Blurb:

Everyone has secrets, but most don’t have major implications. When Jenny tries to keep her weekend activities from Cal, the repercussions of him finding out land only on her. But some secrets are bigger and more far reaching. You would think that as long as Cassie, Sue and Annie have known each other, surely they could have no real secrets from one another. But you’d be surprised. The full truth behind one secret may never be known, another could change the face of The Landing forever. 

From steamy sex to both playful and painful spankings, the people on the river continue to live and love and marvel at all that are learning.


Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09C12FVV8/

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/secrets-on-the-river-pk-corey/1139963574

Apple Books: https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1579550411

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/secrets-on-the-river

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=w1o7EAAAQBAJ

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About the Author:

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 is the most vital part of their lives together. 

I don't think of myself as a writer so much as a storyteller. I don't churn out books nearly as fast as perhaps my readers would like. My stories are told to me by my characters and I pass them along. I write what I've always wanted to read about - dominant men, strong women, intense love and loyal friendships. My Cassie's Space series is about a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite adoring Cassie's free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee to do it. And with her friend and accomplice Sue by her side, a trip over his knee is very likely. The Cal's Law series is about a younger couple. Though from very different backgrounds, Cal and Jenny are drawn together by love and discipline. And my newest series, On the River, combines all my characters as they go about their lives on The Landing.

I was a school teacher most of my adult life. Now retired, I love having the time to write. I share a fulfilled life with my wonderful husband and my cat, Sophie. My adult children come around enough to keep us satisfied. Besides writing I spend my time reading and designing and unique, hand-drawing bookmarks. And I delight in hearing from my readers. You can contact me at

 pk.corey@yahoo.com

 PK Corey’s Reading Room - http://pk-corey.blogspot.com

 email: pk.corey@yahoo.com

 Twitter:  https://twitter.com/pkcorey

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Sunday, August 15, 2021

Guest Post - 8/15/21 - "What Happened in Bangkok" by Daryl Devore #Erotic #Thriller

 

When everyone around you is getting slaughtered, it's best to get your butt out of there as soon as is humanly possible.



Excerpt:

Droplets of blood seeped from Darien's wolf tattoo, mesmerizing him. They trickled over the inside of his bicep, splattering against the bar floor.

Darien ran his hand back through his hair and frowned. Why was the wolf bleeding? It was supposed to look sexy. Turn chicks on. Not bleed. He blinked as a thought formed. Maybe it wasn't the tattoo. Could he be bleeding? He didn't remember getting hurt. But that might be because he'd had too many vodka shots.

Expensive gold-infused vodka.

An order snapped out in Thai ripped his focus away from the cost of the booze.

Stumbling with the translation, his gut clenched - Check everyone. Anybody alive. Kill them.

A shrill female scream. A gunshot. Silence.

That'd be one of the hookers. Damn. Hope it wasn't the one with the butterfly tattoo above her clit. She had a mouth on her that performed miracles. Dude! What the fuck! Must be the vodka talking. Stay focused. There are guys with guns out there.

Darien stretched his neck out and peered around the edge of the bar. In his line of vision, a male leg stuck out from under a table. Expensive looking shoe. Presumably Italian leather. Probably belonged to Nai Jâhng.

Darien raised his eyebrows. Wow. Somebody had the balls to kill a Triad boss.

He shifted his glance. A few feet to the left lay a female arm with brilliant orange fingernails. He shivered at the memory of those nails grazing his balls. He focused on a tiny object a foot in front of him. Shards of glass were scattered about. He frowned, trying to remember what happened. He'd walked behind the private club's bar to get another bottle of vodka when, one by one, bottles started exploding. Next thing he knew, he was on the floor, looking at the blood dripping from his tattoo. He glanced at his arm. The bleeding had stopped.

Okay, so he wasn't gonna bleed to death. Good. Now he just had to get his dumbass outta there. Past them. The guys with the guns. How the fuck could he do that?

Voices interrupted his thoughts. The tones were panicked or angry, and the words too fast for him to translate, although he understood the meaning of the three rapid gunshots, followed by a short groan. The door at the opposite end of the bar, leading to the kitchen, swooshed as someone pushed it open.

Gunfire and screams sounded from the kitchen. The door swung open again. Darien translated the shooter's words, "Nobody alive in there. I'll check the offices upstairs."

Darien slid back, trying not to disturb the glass. He did his best not to yelp when a sharp edge sliced through the skin on his knee. With deliberate movements, he backtracked the length of the Black Dragon's bar. Squatting, he peeked around the end.

Three men stood with their backs to him, dressed in black pants and muscle shirts. Each one held an assault rifle. A bleeding sun tattoo visible on one attacker's shoulder. Daeng Arthit Triad. Not good. So not good.

He looked forward. The kitchen door was six feet away. Six feet of wide-open, easily visible space. It might as well be six inches or a mile. He couldn't risk it. Wouldn't. He didn't want to get shot.

He shifted his weight off the knee, pressing on a piece of shattered bottle. What the fuck, dude? You're gonna die if they find you. Better to be running for your life than just lay here and let 'em kill you. That was the logical side of his head's opinion.

The chicken shit side said, Stay here. Stay down. You're safe.

A yell and several more gunshots drifted down from the floor above. The men pounded up the stairs.

Without taking a moment to think, Darien bolted through the kitchen doors, then skidded to a stop. The rancid smell of burning food and fresh blood hit him deep in the pit of his stomach. Four bodies lay facing him, eyes wide, obviously unseeing. One of the dead chefs held a massive meat cleaver clenched in his right hand.

Never bring a knife to a gunfight. He shook his head. Quoting movies at a time like this? Focus, dude.

Heart pounding, Darien cast his gaze about the room, looking for an escape, while his ears listened for the sound of running footsteps coming up behind. He fought the nausea of rising fear as he moved forward, searching for an exit while trying to keep his gaze from the corpses.

Please let this be some shitty nightmare, and I'm gonna wake up now. Fuck!

In the back-right corner, he spotted a door. With renewed hope, he raced to freedom. He bolted through the doorway, skidded in the pool of blood, lost his balance and crashed onto the dead hooker. He tried not to be judgmental, but in the brief glance he’d had, a girl on her knees in front of a man with no pants on was obviously on the clock. Or cock, as the case might be.

He braced his hands on the blood-soaked floor and pushed himself to his knees. The back of her head was missing, and her dead John had no face. Just a bloody, pulpy mess. He laid sprawled back on the desk. Big enough guy to be one of the ones who was supposed to be guarding the front entrance. Well, he went out with a bang.




Blurb:

To save Darien's life his brother asks, "Can you walk in high heels?"

Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo.

Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now   he's running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.

Disguised as a drag queen, he's hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.

Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?


Buy Links:

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About the Author:

Inspiration for a book can comes from unusual places and at crazy times. What inspired What Happened in Bangkok? A song on the radio.  Hubby and I were in the car on the way to visit with our daughter. Gloria Gaynor’s I Will Survive was playing and I turned around, grabbed my laptop, and wrote the first 3 chapters of a book that I had no idea I was going to write which turned into a trilogy.

If you are scratching your head thinking this sounds familiar – this is a re-release. I received my rights back from my publisher and decided these stories needed to be back out there.

GoodReads Author Page - http://www.goodreads.com/DarylDevore


Friday, July 16, 2021

LEARNING TO BE LITTLE: Kelly is taking part in N.N. Lights Beach Reads Event #beachreads #giveaway

 


Though her new daddy doesn't take Kelly to play in the sand, I know she'd love it so she's participating in @NNP_W_Light’s Beach Reads Bookish Event

There's also a Rafflecopter giveaway being offered. Enter to win a $31 Amazon (US) gift card:

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Open Internationally.
Runs July 13 – July 21, 2021.
Winner will be drawn on July 22, 2021.

So come join the authors for this playful romp in the sun and take a virtual vacation where you won't get sunburned. So, no sun block required...


After a bleak childhood in foster care, Kelly's growing mistrust has her running away again and again. Homeless and penniless, with no relatives to harbor her and a penchant for escaping her caretakers, Kelly is finally handed over to one of the few parish orphanages remaining in existence until she turns eighteen, when she is released.

Possessing only a little money, few skills, and even fewer resources, Kelly's attempts at job hunting end up with her prowling the streets in desperation – until a wealthy stranger makes her a proposition she is too cold and hungry to refuse. Though it isn't until he takes her home that she realizes just what she's gotten herself into.

Publisher's Note: This book contains elements of power exchange, and dynamics of age-play as well as discipline. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.


Teaser:

Naked and unadorned, Kelly stood with her hands down at her sides while he walked around her in a circle before his fingers tweaked one of her nipples. She gave a slight wince but didn't move.

"You have lovely breasts, Kelly. Nice and round. However, sometimes I will ask you to bind them. I'll do it for you the first few times, but binding is something I will expect you to learn how to do yourself."

Awash with sudden self-consciousness, Kelly crossed her arms over her chest, but he shook his head, so she lowered them again.

"There will also be times when I'll want to play with your breasts along with other parts of your body. I can be a little rough, so you'll need to tell me if anything I do hurts."

"My breasts are very sensitive… sir."

"Thank you for telling me. I shall do my best to be gentle with them in that case." Then he turned and gave her bottom a quick smack. "Into the bathroom with you. I'll run the tub and, while it's filling, I'm going to shave off that cute little bush you have growing there."

Kelly slumped but followed him into the pink and white tiled room, where he suggested she pick out the bubble bath she wanted. Initially amazed by the selection, she couldn't help but notice all the scents and bath items were meant for either babies or children. After she chose the strawberry scented bubbles from his Peter Pan collection, he ordered her back to the bedroom and changing station so he could shave her more easily.

Kelly hesitated, which earned her an even sharper smack that actually hurt. When she reached back to massage away the pain, he grabbed her wrist.

"No. That was a punishment swat. You are not allowed to rub yourself after you're spanked, unless I give my permission. If I catch you doing it, I will put you over my knee. I usually tie the wrists of repeat offenders behind their back, but, given your fear of restraints, I won't do that to you. However, I assure you there are countless other ways for me to punish when I think you deserve it. That spank was for hesitating. Whenever I tell you to do something, I expect you to follow through immediately. I regard any hesitation on your part as disobedience, which will earn you a swat at minimum, but more likely a spanking. Go stand by the dressing table."

 

BUY LINK ->->https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077SLMBCX/


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She needed a savior. He wanted a little girl. 
So, he made her an offer she couldn't refuse.

Sunday, July 11, 2021

Guest Post - 7/11/21 - "Calla's Summer Fantasy" by Amber Daulton #Contemporary #Romance #MenageFantasy

 Calla Lansky needs help at playing the field.




Excerpt:

Calla glanced back down at the bed coverings and kicked away her heels. Only a coward would continue to stall. She turned her back on her lovers, slowly untied the halter straps of her little blue dress, and shimmed her hips. The clingy fabric slid down her body and pooled around her ankles. Wearing nothing but a pair of lacy black panties and a matching bra, she puckered her lips in a flirty pout and glanced behind her.

“Little tease.” Sam clenched one hand at his side, his gaze dropping to her perky ass, and he pumped his cock harder with his other hand.

She grinned, her self-confidence shooting like a rocket into outer space. Tunneling her hands through her hair, she lifted the heavy locks and let it cascade back down in a slow, sensuous fall, swaying at the tip of her ass. Nathan growled as Calla reached for her bra clasp, and she batted her eyelashes at him from over her shoulder. “You wanna do it?” Nathan liked undressing her, Sam enjoyed her strip shows, but Calla didn’t care how she undressed as long as she woke up sore in the morning.

Nathan crossed the blankets in three long strides and grasped her waist with his strong hands. His fingers dug a little hard into her skin as he held her from behind.

Desire shot through her, and she almost melted as he trailed hard little kisses along her shoulder blade. She inadvertently transferred power and control of the situation to him, but she couldn’t find the will or the want to steal it back.

Nathan swiped her hair to one side, feathered his fingertips down her spine, and wrapped his arms around her like two steel bands. Caged against his solid chest, his cock pressed into the small of her back. He turned them both around, keeping her backside flat to his front, so they faced Sam.




Blurb:

Calla Lansky needs help at playing the field.

She scheduled two dates for the same night at her favorite seafood restaurant, and she owes her shocked boyfriends an explanation. To her surprise, Nathan Risley and Sam Tomlin handle the awkward situation like pros and happily agrees to her ultimate fantasy: a ménage à trois.

After the hottest night of her life, Calla faces the ultimate decision.

Should she commit to the one man who secretly loved her all along, or keep her options open and indulge in her summer fantasy again and again?


Buy Links:

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Amazon Foreign Purchase Links





About the Author:

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press, Books to Go Now, and Daulton Publishing, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats.

She lives in North Carolina with her husband and demanding cats.

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Sunday, June 6, 2021

Guest Post - 6/6/21 - His Innocent Bride by Kryssie Fortune #Regency #Spanking #Romance

Kryssie Fortune writes the books she likes to read. There’s always a strong plot, with lots of adventure. Then there’s the sex. Her pet hate is cliff hangers, so even the books in her series can be read as stand-alone romances. Add in that she's a sucker for a happy-ever-after, and you’ve got her writing style. 

Consummating her marriage shouldn’t be so hard


Excerpt:

The way he ran his hand up and down her spine made her thighs turn weak, but she’d promised to obey him. Unfair as that seemed, she would do as he asked. He’d already told her to strip, so rising to her feet, she let the blanket fall to the floor and untied the belt of her borrowed dressing gown. The silk slid from her shoulders and slithered down her arms. It pooled on the floor at her feet.
She covered her nipples with her right arm and used her left hand to shield her pussy.
He sucked in a breath. Voice stern, he commanded, “Arms at your sides. That’s it. God, woman, you’re temptation personified. I’ve pictured you naked since I brought you off that first time, but I never imagined you as beautiful as this. Turn around, let me see every inch of you.”
All her life, her mother had insisted vanity was a sin. When her husband called her beautiful, Alethea’s smile shone brighter than the summer sun. As she pirouetted before him, her nipples hardened, and damp heat flooded her pussy. In a perfect world, she’d study his bare chest and delicious-tasting cock too, but she was too shy to ask.
Holding her gaze, he beckoned her closer. “Come here, chick. Because you’ve accepted that I’m in charge in our marriage, I’ll forgo the punishment spanking you deserve. Instead, I’ll spank you for our mutual pleasure. Put yourself in danger again, and I’ll blister your beautiful bottom with my belt. Do you understand?”
She nodded and took a nervous step toward him. How any spanking could be for pleasure was beyond her, but she’d trust her husband and obey his commands. Another two steps and she stood with her knees at right angles to his lap.
A nervous glance showed her his cock had grown to humongous proportions. When she’d worn her blindfold, she’d never seen his arousal. Now it fascinated and delighted her.
When he pulled her over his knee, his cock dug into her hip. Positioned like this, she felt like a naughty child. She tensed when he stroked her bare bottom.
Deanswood patted it gently. “Relax, or this will hurt more than it should.”
Those were easy words for him to say, but hung over his lap with her bottom in the air, she felt vulnerable and scared. Taking a deep breath, she untensed the muscles in her bottom.
He brought his hand down in a sharp smack that made her yelp. Heat exploded through her, warming her bottom. Another two blows followed in quick succession, one on each cheek. The way he spread the pain made her wail. Tears misted her eyes, but she clasped his ankles and tried to stay still. Another slap, harder than before, made her sob in earnest. Her bottom blazed. Pain crescendoed through her like thunderbolts that jarred her bones.
Her mind fogged and her vision blurred. She forgot the terrors of her day. Forgot where she was. She couldn’t even remember her name. Her world narrowed until only she and Deanswood existed. His next two strikes made her howl.



Blurb:

Going about her mundane life in a small fishing village, Alethea never dreamed she would end up with a man like the Earl of Deanswood, yet when she caught the handsome gentleman's eye he wasted no time in making her his wife. Unbeknownst to Alethea, however, her conniving mother has convinced Deanswood that she has no interest in the marital bed. Devastated by his seeming disinterest, Alethea searches for someone to instruct her in the ways of enticing a man.

When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea's plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea's life is threatened by her mother's vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?

Publisher's Note: His Innocent Bride is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Buy Links:


Amazon USA                        https://amzn.to/2waZmpG
Amazon UK                          https://amzn.to/2OO3nYN
Amazon Canada                  https://amzn.to/2vRZWcw
Amazon Australia                https://amzn.to/2MzN0S0

OR READ FOR FREE ON KINDLE UNLIMITED


About the Author:

Kryssie reads everything and anything, from literary fiction to sizzling romance. Her earliest memory is going to the library with her mother. She can’t have been more than two at the time. Reading, especially when a book’s hot and explicit, is more than a guilty pleasure. It’s an obsession.
Kryssie loves to visit historic sites, from Hadrian’s wall to Regency Bath. The first book she fell in love with was Georgette Heyer’s The Unknown Ajax. After that, she devoured every regency book she could. Part of Kryssie’s psyche lives in in in Regency London. She longs to dance quadrilles and flirt behind fans. Of course, Kryssie’s heroines do far more than flirt.
Kryssie lives in Bridlington on the Yorkshire coast –about thirty miles from Whitby, where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. She enjoys gardening, travel, and socializing with her author friends. You’d be surprised how many erotic romance authors live in the North of England.