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Friday, July 22, 2022

Guest Post - 7/22/2022 "Two Hearts One Love" by Daryl Devore #EroticRomance #Suspense/Thriller

 When a drag queen club manager's crazy world collides with a rock star's chaotic life, is there a chance their relationship can survive?



Excerpt:

She climbed onto the bed, straddled him and settled her hips on his. The vision before him was electrifying, her cute short hair, those fabulous grey-blue eyes, and that body that gave him an instant hard-on.

“What’re you grinning at?” She opened the bottle of massage oil.

“The view. I love the view. Of you.” She bounced as he chuckled. “I could write that into a song.” He sang, “I’m so in love with you. The view of you. Your gorgeous breasts. Breasts. Breasts. I’m stuck on your breasts.”

“You silly.” She slapped his belly. “I should hop off and go sleep in another room.”

He snapped his mouth closed, shook his head, crossed his heart and held up his hand.

“Somehow, I doubt you were ever a Boy Scout. Let’s see. Punishment for a bad boy.” She glanced around the room. “Ah.” Jumping off the bed, Erika dashed to the closet, pulled a belt off one of the bathrobes and returned.

Darien held out his wrists. “Oh, yeah. Bad boy needs punishing.”

She loosely bound his wrists, tying the other end to the bedpost. “Now, where was I?” She settled back down on his hips, grabbed the bottle of oil, then popped the lid.

Erika grinned as she waved the container. “Betcha thought I was going to rub this on you to ease out some of the aches in your muscles. Well, you’d be wrong. I’m gonna make every muscle in your body tense and scream for me.”

She tilted the bottle, pouring the oil between her breasts. It dribbled down her belly and puddled in her belly button. Using her middle finger, she stroked her oiled flesh from the top of her chest to where the material covered what he desired. She wiped her finger dry, stroking it across his nipples. They responded to her touch.

He sniffed. Cinnamon buns. The warm fragrance from the bakery where he grew up tickled his nose.

Picking up the bottle, Erika poured more liquid into her left hand, pressing it against her right breast. With her palm, she circled her hand around, spreading the oil. She stroked under her breast, up and around, drawing a spiral pattern closer and closer to her nipple, then flicked her finger across the tight peak.

Darien’s eyes stung, reminding him to blink. “You look so hot doing that.”

“Guess I’ll just have to repeat everything on the other side.” She poured the scented massage oil into her right hand and echoed what she’d done — rubbing, stroking, and flicking.

The oil’s fragrance wafted on the air.

She wiggled her hips. The motion made Darien grunt and flex every muscle. The heat of his sexual tension caused a bead of sweat to form on his brow, even though he was stretched out naked on the bed.

After oiling her hands, Erika slid them under the lace and rubbed her nipples. She closed her eyes while rocking her hips.

Darien struggled against the restraining belt. The loose knot tightened. He froze. He wanted to touch her. To lick the oil off her breasts. Being restrained was torture. He loved it.





Blurb:

When a drag queen club manager's crazy world collides with a rock star's chaotic life, is there a chance their relationship can survive? 

Erika Bailey, owner/manager of The Pink Flamingo, a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her life, except for her lack of a love life. 

Darien Scott, a Grammy award-winning, international superstar, wants nothing more than to wake up in the arms of the woman he loves. Too bad contractual obligations force him to shoot hot videos with some of Hollywood's sexiest stars. 

Yet, Erika and Darien found a way to each other’s arms. 

But between suspecting her father ordered the torching of her club, and her mother’s humiliating drunken behaviour, Erika’s trust in those she loves is crushed. With all her parents put her through, how can she trust Darien? 

Concerned for Erika’s safety, Darien races to Bangkok to protect her only to discover his brother is missing. Fearing the worst, he contacts his nemesis, Gan, and makes a repulsive deal that will free his brother and protect Erika’s club. Or so he thinks. Because when Gan is involved, things always go sour. This time is no different, and Darien sinks into a deep depression. 

Is Erika’s love enough to pull him back and into her arms forever? 

Daryl Devore’s hot rock star romance trilogy – Two Hearts ~ One Love - follows Erika and Darien’s crazy, suspense-filled, passionate adventure through Bangkok, Paris, Rio de Janeiro, a hurricane, a reticulated python, a famous drag queen revue, and a tandem skydive. 

Bonus – exclusive to the box set – a special 2-part interview with Darien Scott.


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About the Author:

Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines and sweet romances with little to no heat. She has several published books available on Amazon in ebook, print and audio. Also, available at other book retailers via Books2Read. 

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and 2 cats. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it. 

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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?


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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, August 14, 2020

Guest Post - 8/14/20 - Cassie's Tale by PK Corey #Contemporary #Romance #DomesticDiscipline

 

·         The ivory brush makes me want to fight or flee, but seeing the belt doubled in his hand turns me into a true submissive for the duration.




Excerpt:

Minutes into my shower, Tom came in. I had a fleeting hope that he would be joining me, but he went right back out. When I stepped from the shower I realized that he had come in to get my robe and all the towels except one small one, not even large enough to go around me, the old devil.

I dried off the best I could, took a deep breath, and came out. Tom sat in the chair holding the ivory brush. That damn brush. He just sat there not saying anything, so I crawled up on the bed. I had nothing to lose, so I started, “Tom, you were the one who backed out on our plans. All I did was come on a quick vacation to a safe place with my friends. We didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You really don’t think you did anything wrong?” he asked. “If this trip was such a good idea, why didn’t you call me to let me know about it?” I felt like I could have argued my point better if I weren’t sitting naked while he sat there fully dressed. But such was my situation.

He came over to the bed, shaking his head. “I don’t even think you’re buying what you’re saying. I certainly don’t. Girl, you left the country. You flew nearly three thousand miles from me without so much as a word.” He shook his head again and, gently pulling me to my feet, he sat on the bed and firmly pulled me across his lap.

Resting that hateful brush against my bottom he said, “You know how I feel about not knowing where you are, and leaving the country…” Then he started with that brush so hard, I thought I’d leap out of my skin.

I knew he was aggravated and worried for a while, but really with that hateful, hateful brush, you would think that there could be some type of warm-up for the woman he loved. It seemed that he began full force. I don’t always cry during a spanking, but tears came quickly this time.

 I felt like he was spanking with a hot iron and way too fast. He continued to lecture. Could someone please explain what the lecture is supposed to accomplish during a spanking? Surely, he couldn’t believe I was really listening. I could tell he continued to talk, but having my bottom scorched did not make following his conversation the first thing on my mind.

When he stopped and started rubbing, as bad as it had been, I had expected worse. I still wasn’t really listening until I heard him say that was for day one. The realization that this was day three sank in just before he started again.




Blurb:

Cassie continues to live life to the fullest, from wheeling around in her new sports car to mastering the art of riding a motor scooter with no hands, she manages to keep Tom on his toes. The fly in the ointment is that Tom’s firm wants him back for a project and Cassie wants him all to herself.  When Tom takes the job, Cassie is left lonely and bored – never a good combination for her.

 Left to her own devices Cassie makes some poor decisions, frightening Sue and causing Tom to lower the boom. Tom's new schedule for Cassie, including her getting a job, leaves her little time to get herself in trouble – yet she still manages.

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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-six-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 Cal’s Law series, 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

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

email: pk.corey@yahoo.com 

Amazon Author page: https://www.amazon.com/PK-Corey/e/B00H9W9XB4/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

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Saturday, August 8, 2020

#SatSpanks - 8/8/20 - Acting Lessons - Kate is hesitant to accept a spanking #SpankingRomance #KissMeKate #Backstage

 


Peter loved Kate with all his being, but that didn't mean he'd tolerate an ultimatum from her.

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 she needs one.  

My submission for this week is from my third spanking romance titled, Acting LessonsI haven't shared from this book for over three years, so it's time.
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.


Setup: After injuring her knee and spending a few hours in the hospital, Kate ends up sleeping in Peter's bed.  He's taken very good care of her and she's torn between allowing him to continue leading the dance they've started, or leaving before she gets hurt again.  Her heart is still bruised and tender and she's not entirely sure she trusts her ex-husband not to hurt her again.  Though he's warned her to call him before she gets out of bed, Kate decides she needs to be less dependent on him, and more self-reliant.  However, she didn't expect to get caught. Though Peter is not above teaching Kate a lesson, he chooses instead to carry her over to the breakfast table set up in their bedroom. Peter waits until she's had her fill before he addresses Kate's disobedience the day before by asking her why she won't simply admit she'd been jealous. Kate admits that she may have acted out on purpose, but that doesn't mean she wants him to punish her for it. Peter disagrees saying her actions were a deliberate challenge, and ignoring it would be doing both of them a disservice, however, Kate still hesitates.


            "What about my knee?"
            "It's wrapped right now, so it is protected. If we're careful, this shouldn't hurt it at all."
            "Maybe we should wait until after I've seen the doctor?"
            Peter lowered his hand. "If you insist we do that, we will. However, I would prefer we get this over with now. I can think of many far more pleasant things I would like to do with you, but I refuse to go down that path until we've gotten this out of the way first."
            Despite her uneasiness, his words infused Kate with warmth that had nothing to do with embarrassment and she took another step closer. "Do you have a specific number in mind?"
            "No, but because of your knee it won't be as long or painful as it probably should be." He raised his hand to her again. "However, if you delay much longer, I may need to remind you that your obedience to me isn't conditional."
            She shook her head. "We aren't married any longer. Not really. Our divorce will be final in two days, so my vow to obey you is no longer valid."
            Straightening his shoulders, Peter frowned up at her. "I believe, my love, that you just lied to me with that statement, and I will require another confession from you."


Even Kate realizes what she did was wrong, but admitting her jealously only brings back bad memories, and Kate's resistance.

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

Buy the book directly from Blushing BooksAmazonAmazon UK

Thanks for visiting.  I hope you enjoyed this brief excerpt and want more. Please click on one of the author's names below, or visit The Saturday Spankings Blog to continue your journey.

Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Guest Post - 9/24/19 - "Submitting to the Lawyer" by BJ Wane #Contemporary #Western #Suspense

She craved his painful dominance as much as she feared a return of the darkness.


Excerpt:

Nan landed belly down across Dan’s hard, denim-covered thighs, a position she’d been in countless times before, and yet still felt new, scary and exciting all at once.  She braced for the pain, praying for that hedonistic thrill instead of fear.  His calloused palm glided over her buttocks left exposed by the thong, and she soaked up the pleasant sensations his touch stirred up.  Low voices echoed around them, mingling with laughter, the music and the sounds of play resonating from the loft.  She wasn’t alone, or in the dark, the exhibitionism releasing a familiar sweep of excitement to tease her senses.
A light swat stung her right cheek, drawing a gasp at the sudden sting.  He didn’t pause before delivering a matching smack on the left, and tears pricked her eyes at the rush of pleasure from the soft ache.  “Tell me about last night.”  Two more identical spanks landed on top of the first ones, still light enough to warm with a here-then-gone sting.  “What frightened you, a nightmare?”
Nan shook her head, grasping the chair leg for added support as he delivered a harder swat in the center of her butt.  “I woke up, and the lights were out,” she blurted, needing him to continue but stopping short of admitting she was sure she’d left them on.  She should have remembered how astute he was.  Two much harder smacks jiggled her globes, the painful burn spreading to her pussy.  Yes!  The urge to crow in delight at the return of her usual response to pain was difficult to suppress, but she recalled how fast that pleasure changed last week and held herself back.
“Common sense tells me if you fear the dark due to your trauma, you would not have forgotten to leave lights on before going to bed.”  Dan aimed for the under curve of her buttocks next, putting more force behind the spanks, enough to push her forward on his lap.
Nan trembled as he paused to inch a finger under the thong and trace over her puffy labia, his touch on the sensitive flesh setting off sparks deep inside her core.  She’d almost forgotten the pleasure of a burning backside, of picturing others eyeing her red, quivering butt, of lying face down throbbing for more.  With a low moan, she shifted on his lap, the pressure of her mound against his rigid muscles sending another blaze of heat spiraling through her. 
With a low curse, Dan pulled back and blistered her buttocks with a rapid volley of spanks, alternating between light and hard, stopping only to brush his hand across her throbbing flesh before resuming again.  “You were frightened, awakening to the dark, with no explanation for the lights being out.  Correct?”
“Yes!” she cried out, using every ounce of her concentration and control to fight back the ever-present fear waiting to ruin this blissful torment that was the complete opposite of what Gerard had subjected her to.  It hovered, right there, on the very edge of her conscience, with small flashbacks to that dank cellar. But this time, Master Dan’s deep, commanding voice kept her rooted in the here and now, held her enthralled with the slow build-up of pain and a hint of pleasure pushing its way through.  


Blurb:

Will they both let their reluctance to admit they want more from the other cost them everything?

Nan Meyers returns to her beloved hometown of Willow Springs a broken woman, ten months after leaving for what was supposed to be a short vacation with her brother. For years she’d enjoyed an active sexual lifestyle at the local BDSM club owned by her friends, but the trauma she endured while away has stripped her of those pleasures, leaving her determined to get her life back.

Dan Shylock greets the news of his friend and favorite submissive’s return with relief. After Nan cut off all communication with him and her other friends several weeks after going on vacation, her silence had both worried and angered him. Seeing the changes in her upon her return stirs up his suspicions, and when she reveals hints of suffering from an abusive trauma, his protective instincts and determination to help her kick into high gear.

As Dan slowly coaxes Nan back into embracing the pain induced pleasures she once loved, their growing feelings for each other come to the surface. But before either can come to terms with how they feel, the truth about the strange mishaps Nan has been experiencing almost costs her her life. Will Dan get there in time to save her?
This is book four in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This steamy, contemporary Western romance contains elements of ménage, mystery, suspense, and power exchange. 


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About the Author:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking.  My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.

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