Friday, April 24, 2020

Guest Post - 2/24/20 - Taunted by Felicity Brandon #DarkRomance #Billionaire #BDSM #Revenge

She showed me the light when she came into my life.
And reminded me just how dark love can be.


Excerpt:

Delilah was perfect. Hell, she’d always been delectable, the very definition of temptation, but having her bound and spread for him this way was a vision. More than Dalton could have dreamed of. More than he deserved.
Dalton rose from the place he’d secured her ankles to drink in the sight of the redhead bound to his St. Andrew’s cross and he could only conclude what he already guessed. Delilah was all his Christmases come at once.
“How are those nipples now?” Intentionally, he arched a single brow at her while he asked and relished the way she physically strained against the cuffs in response.
“They ache, s-sir.”
“Too much?” Dalton closed the distance between them, his cock growing at the way Delilah’s gaze widened.
“I don’t think so. Sir.” She bit her lip.
“So, you like them.” He was pleased. “I knew you would.”
“I like the dull ache,” she confessed with a fresh blush. “But I don’t know if I can cope with one at my clit, sir.”
Dalton grinned at her words. “Oh, you’ll cope, little girl,” he assured her in that knowing tone he knew irritated her as much as it drove her wild.
Delilah loathed being patronized and her thoughts confirmed that was how she interpreted the tone, yet still, his authoritative, condescending act would be making her wetter than he’d ever achieved before. She was one fiery, incredible contradiction.
“Will I, sir?” The bluster of the woman he’d first met was almost completely subdued now. Delilah’s eyes conveyed her inner feelings at the prospect of having her pussy pegged and it was clear the thought terrified her.
“Yes, you will.” He stroked the side of her face gently. “Want to know how I can be so sure, little girl?”
Delilah gulped. No. “Yes, sir.”
He smirked while the inner war raged in Delilah. “Because I know you want to keep being my good little girl.”
Dalton paused, ensuring he was staring directly into her astonishing gaze before he continued. “Don’t you, Delilah?”
She pulled in a shaky breath, blinking away what looked like the first show of emotion at his verdict. “Y-yes, sir.”
His hand stilled, slipping to the underside of her chin and propping her head in place. Now he had all of Delilah ‘s attention. Every single part of the woman was trapped in his bondage. She was his. “And the way to keep being my good girl is to do as you’re told.”
Delilah pressed her lips into a hard line. She was trying to get a handle on her scattered thoughts, but apparently failing.
“Do you recall what I asked from you at the outset of this session?”
Slowly, she nodded.
“Words, please.” Dalton’s voice was soft, but it left her no room to maneuver. She was going to surrender to his will, whether she wanted to or not.
“Yes, sir.”
Dalton’s cock strained at the sound of her compliance. He would never get bored of hearing those words from Delilah’s lips. That much was guaranteed. “Impress me then.”
He smiled as he went on. “Show me that you have been paying attention.”
“You asked me to obey you.” Delilah’s voice trembled at the reply. “And trust you, sir.”
“And you have,” Dalton agreed, leaning down to brush his mouth. “You’ve been wonderful, little girl.”
Their gazes met again. “I want to be.” She looked on the verge of tears.
“You. Are.”
Silence fell over them while Dalton allowed that thought to permeate.
“All I want now is for more of the same.”
Delilah nodded her head, a half smile lighting her face. “I’ll try.”
And in that moment, Dalton knew she would. He was aware of what a privileged position he found himself in. Delilah submitted herself willingly to no man, neither Morley, nor Hyland, nor anyone else in the past. She’d never given either of those odious fools anything she wasn’t absolutely compelled and coerced to give. She’d never wanted either of them, and she sure as hell hadn’t consented to anything like this. Whatever her life had been before she exploded into the line at Diablo, and as things stood, Dalton suspected, he only knew the half of it, Delilah had never given in to her fantasies.
She’d never surrendered.
Until now.
“Thank you.” He pressed his mouth into her plaint lips, tasting the flavor of the woman that sent fire to his blood without even having to try.


Blurb:

I saved Delilah from Morley and Hyland.
It was a pleasure.
That should’ve been the end of it.
I didn’t expect things to get this intense.
I didn’t think our passion could grow so dark, but there isn’t anything I want more than to own her.
I need her soul to be mine.
But we have a new threat looming over us.
Hyland wants revenge and men like him will do anything.
We need to play this carefully.

Or else…

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Universal Buy link: mybook.to/Taunted
Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/50475415-taunted




About the Author:

Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author.
She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission.
You’ll find her either at her laptop, at the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music.

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Friday, April 17, 2020

Guest Post - 4/17/20 - Sure Mastery by Ashe Barker #EroticRomance, #EroticSuspense, #BDSM

He’s hurt her once, and terrified her. He holds her future in his hands. Can she trust him with her body too? 


Excerpt:

Assertive Ashley makes one last-ditch attempt. “If I agree to this, if I let you spank me, it’s absolutely the one and only time. You’ll never lay a hand on me again after this.”
I stand my ground and he looks at me, his gaze assessing. And unexpectedly warm. His tone is soft when he speaks to me, almost caressing.
“If you say so. Well then, let’s see if we can release your inner submissive, just this once.”
I can’t contain my snort of disbelief. “I hardly think so. Inner doormat might be more like it. Inner punchbag maybe. But you’re wrong—I’m none of those things anymore.”
He shakes his head, his eyes never leaving mine. Despite my fear, my outrage at this madness that he’s apparently convinced me could actually happen, that look still curls my toes in a way Kenny never managed. I wish desperately that I’d met Tom Shore in different circumstances. Who knows, I might even have… No, I wouldn’t. Surely I couldn’t. Could I?
Not that he needs to know any of this. I hold his gaze, defiant, determined, my inner turmoil safely buried along with any treacherous inner submissive that might be lurking. His next words stun me.
“No, I agree. I don’t know what it is you think you’re not anymore, but what I have in mind has nothing at all to do with being a doormat or a punchbag. ‘Shaz’ might have been that once. I saw that much on the riverside in Bristol. But I suspect Ashley McAllister is something entirely different.”
What? What does he see in me that even I can’t recognise? How is this different? My puzzled frown just makes him chuckle softly, as though he knows something I don’t. Then, “Ashley, the robe?”
“Why? Why do I have to undress? Can’t you just…?” Assertive Ashley gives up the battle and I’m whispering, and now starting to shake again.
His tone hardens—there’s something more there now, an air of command, demanding obedience. “I want you naked. I want you scared, humiliated, hurting. Like I was. The robe, Ashley. Now.”
Out of options and done with words, I stand. I’ve accepted his ‘terms’ and now I just want to get this over with, get through it as best I can. At least now I know what’s in store, and I know I can survive it.
My hands shaking violently, I start to unfasten the belt holding my robe closed. I’m clumsy, fumbling, desperately embarrassed. Never an exhibitionist, never even remotely confident about my body, I don’t recall even Kenny seeing me completely naked. He was never that interested. My body’s no great shakes, five foot one and skinny as a rake. And I’m now finding my natural modesty is a powerful inhibitor. I can’t undress in front of this angry stranger any more than I can sprout wings and fly round the room. I stand there, clutching my robe closed. I can’t even look at him, though I can feel his eyes on me. I’m surprised to realise that stripping for him is more of a challenge than accepting the spanking was.
“I can’t. Please don’t ask me to do this.” My voice is quiet, tiny, a scared, pathetic whisper as I stand there, trembling, dreading the next few moments. I’ve never fainted in my entire life, but I suspect I could easily manage it now. This is his cue, surely. His one opportunity to tell me it’ll be okay, to promise not to hurt me. To say something, anything, that my so-called inner submissive might recognise and respond to.
Taking pity on my dilemma perhaps, he closes the distance between us, just a couple of paces in my tiny living room. I try to back away, but the chair is behind me, there’s nowhere for me to go. Surprisingly gentle, Tom Shore takes my hands, opening my fingers carefully to release my grip on the towelling. He takes the lapels, leaning in to murmur in my ear, “Don’t look so stricken, Ashley. This bit doesn’t hurt. And maybe, if you let yourself, you might find the rest of the experience less horrendous than you imagine.” I feel his breath on my neck as he pauses, then, “You might even enjoy it.”
And that’s it. Might even enjoy it! Fat chance! There are no more words of comfort on offer. If this is the best he can do my inner submissive will be staying well buried it seems. Good riddance—she’d only get me into more trouble.


Blurb:

He’s hurt her once, and terrified her. He holds her future in his hands. Can she trust him with her body too?

Desperate to escape her past and start over, Ashley McAllister cuts her ties with her old life and heads for the wild landscape of West Yorkshire, the perfect place to reinvent herself. And her carefully laid plans are working, until she encounters her nemesis—the one man she’d hoped never to see again—Tom Shore, the man she and a gang of thugs attacked and robbed, and who swore he’d make her pay. He owns the cottage she’s made her home and adores, and now he wants his pound of flesh. So he takes it.

Intimidated and beaten by her sexy and dominant landlord, and totally confused by her intense physical response to him, Ashley needs Tom to guard her secrets. But will he and his enigmatic and terrifying friend, Nathan Darke, allow her to leave her past behind and start again? Having survived her first explosive and humiliating encounter with Tom, Ashley struggles to get her new life back on track. But Tom wants her. His demanding, persuasive, sensual charm is almost irresistible, his mastery of her assured.

But—can she submit to Tom’s dominance? Should she? Ashley has escaped one violent and abusive relationship. Is she about to be sucked into an even darker and more dangerous liaison?

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers.

This novel was previously released as three separate books, Unsure, Sure Fire and Sure Thing in the series Sure Mastery. In this volume the three books in the Sure Mastery trilogy are published as one combined novel, under the title, Sure Mastery with new cover art, no cliffhangers and a HEA.

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Each book in the series is a stand alone novel, but the four are best read as a series, in order.

        Book One : Dark Melodies
        Book Two : Sure Mastery
        Book Three : Hard Limits
        Book Four : Laid Bare
Buy Links
         
        mybook.to/DarkMelodies
        mybook.to/SureMastery
        mybook.to/HardLimits
        viewbook.at/LaidBare
all four are FREE to read on Kindle Unlimited.  Available in paperback too.



About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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Thursday, April 9, 2020

Guest Post - 4-9-20 - Saving Jessie by Alyssa Bailey #military #alphahero #powerexchange

Protecting her past will destroy her future.


Excerpt:

Entering the kitchen to the fragrance of bacon frying, and warmed maple syrup, Jessie squealed. “Are you making my favorite breakfast?”
“Yep. Cinnamon French Toast coming up in five.”
“You’re my hero.”
“Hey, I was your hero last night.”
“And that designation has survived the light of day. Congratulations, it’s official.”
She lifted her face to receive his kiss and wasn’t disappointed. Mark was a great lover, but he was an unsurpassed smoocher, caressing her lips as his tongue soothed tender flesh, seeking the dark warmth beyond. He deepened, and then lightened his kiss until there was no option but to separate. The man put his heart and soul in that kiss.
She tasted him from her lips. “Mmm.”
“Woman, you’re going to be the death of me. Now I’m as hard as nails and don’t have time to take care of it. I should swat your behind.”
“No way, I’m sore, but I can offer you a raincheck.” Jessie reached over to snag her plate of breakfast.
“That’s one I’ll be sure to redeem.”
“I’m counting on it.”
Jessie loved Cinnamon French Toast, and she made sounds of satisfaction that would compete with her moans when he loved her.
Mark’s laugh was a bit forced. “I wish I’d chosen another breakfast. You think you know what you’re doing, Minx, but I promise you, I can make you sorry you teased the tiger.”
“I don’t know what you mean?” her innocent-sounding response was anything but, and she loved they could tease. Her past boyfriends were not able to handle it. Mark was made of tougher stuff.
“If this is your way of payback for spanking your ass last night, you go right ahead because I can repeat that little scene tonight if you like.”
Her belly dropped a foot. “No, thank you.” She glanced at his hard-on that was difficult to hide. Yeah, she’d stop.


Blurb:

With lives in the balance, what could she do but comply with their demands?
Accountant Jessica Roe kept her head down and always followed the rules. When she discovered possible illegal activity with her employer, she left that job and joined Reynaud and Associates. Life was good, her brother hadn’t asked for money in months and she was now dating Mark Jensen. Within one week: her brother needed money, her old employer was trying to blackmail her, and she was nearly raped and killed. Not only is her savings at risk, but her relationship with Mark, her job with Reynaud and Associates, her friends, and her life.

Mark Jensen worked hard and played harder, preferring one-night stands to anything long term, until he hooked up with the company accountant. Jessie is a sassy, sweet, rule follower with a deep-seated loneliness about her that is unlike any woman he’s dated. She has stolen his heart. Just when Mark had finally convinced Jessie to move in with him, her brother has more than money problems to lay at his sister’s door. Suddenly, Jessie is over her head and making all the wrong decisions while trying to protect her new friends, brother, and lover.

When Jessie’s past and present puts her in the middle of international illegal trade, it will take the whole team to keep her safe while they figure out the details and bring this operation to a crashing halt.

This is book two in the Safe and Secure series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, action, adventure, danger, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.


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About the Author:

USA Today and International 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 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 about consensual 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. 

If she can throw a little mystery, humor, and suspense in her stories, it’s even better. She writes historical and contemporary love stories devised to leave you with that book hangover we crave.

Twitter: @blushingalyssa  https://twitter.com/blushingalyssa
Blog/web page:  http://alyssabailey.com/
Instagram:  @alyssabaileyromance             https://www.instagram.com/alyssabaileyromance/
Amazon:   https://goo.gl/r9XjXd  
Blushing Books: http://goo.gl/nGfLPA

By Alyssa Bailey and Blushing Books:
The O'Connor Series:

Liam & Jocelyn's Story

Ciaran and Katherine's Story

Quinlan and Cheyenne's Story

Kelli and Parker’s Story

Cián and Molly’s Story

Lords and Little Ladies Series:

Safe and Secure Series:
Saving Jessie (Book 2) Jan 2020

Clearwater Ranch Series

Lone Wind Series:


Standalones

Anthologies by assorted publishers
Heroes Undercover