Guest Post - 10/15/20 - "Pursuing Her Pirate" by Jaye Peaches #pirateromance #piratepassions #historicalromance

 

Held captive as the personal hostage of a pirate captain,

Esme desperately pursues her true love.

Excerpt:

Esme stumbled through the door into the cabin. Behind her, the key rattled in the lock.

“Now, Esme, since you’re intent on making trouble with my new hands, you’ll have to pay the penalty.”

“I’ve done nothing wrong.” She folded her arms across her chest.

“You have not kept yourself silent on deck.” He towered a whole head above her.

She pouted. “Meaning?”

“Screeching, for one thing. Like a parrot.”

“I do not.” She stomped her foot. “I’m just as capable as any other pirate. I led those dozen men here to you, did I not? They followed me because they thought I was a robber and were happy to carry out my orders to board the ship. What makes you think I can’t command your hands if needed?”

Creases of laughter formed around his eyes. All she wanted to do was join his crew, and he belittled her. Before she could stop herself, she pooled a mouthful of spittle onto her tongue. Her feeble attempt at spitting failed dismally. It dribbled onto the floor between them. Flynn’s grinning face transformed into a frown of disgust.

“Do you remember what I said about punishing you?” he said quietly.

She lowered her arms to her sides. Her knees nearly gave out. “Not a flogging, please, sir…” Tears pricked her eyes. Perhaps in her eagerness to be one of the hands, she’d gone too far with her jockeying.

Flynn tipped up face with the end of his finger. “I might have said rapscallion. But I certainly didn’t imply that you should be one in my cabin, especially as I intend to let you sleep here for your own safety. Perhaps I should tie you to the mast and let the hands decide how to punish you?”

“No, please, I will behave. I’ll not say a word out there. I’ll peel potatoes and stir pots. Just don’t throw me overboard—”

He laughed. “Overboard? Lass, many believe we pirates are the worst scum to take to the seas, but throwing pretty things overboard would be a tragedy. However, teaching you a valuable lesson is not. We’ll resume where we left off, shall we?”

“Left off?”

“You spat at me, and I believe that deserves a spanking.”

Blurb:

Esme has her heart set on one man. Unfortunately, he’s a pirate. Her only hope in catching his attention is to do something drastic and risk her life. Relying on the loathsome act of pressganging, she uses her disguise to gain access to his ship. However, Captain Flynn Bartoc has other plans for Esme, and she’s not going to win anyone’s heart if she’s tied up in his cabin.

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Jaye Peaches is an Amazon and USA Today bestselling author of historical, Sci-Fi and paranormal erotic romances. These stories weave together the kinky journeys of lovers, their struggles and dedication to each other. All her books contain spicy scenes of carnal pleasure and sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then delve into one of her books. 

 

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Guest Post - 10/7/20 - Two O'clock with the Billionaire by Daryl Devore #hotread, #billionaireromance, #sexyread

 

Arianne’s just regular girl pushed into a corner and desperately looking for a way out.

Excerpt:

“You don’t have to do anything. I want to explore you.” He ran his tongue up the underside of her breast and flicked it across her nipple. “This is about satisfying my curiosities or needs of the moment. And at this moment, my curiosity centers on the feel of that nipple.” He sucked it into his mouth.

Arianne arched her chest. Her eyes closed as she focused on the sensation of his lips caressing her bud.

Reaching over he fondled her other breast, stroking the soft flesh and teasing the hard nipple between his fingers. Releasing her, he said, “I want to learn what works for you. How you respond to my touch. Lay back. Close your eyes. Indulge my curiosity.”

As his mouth moved to her unkissed nipple, his hand slid down her stomach. His fingers slithered through her bush and stroked the insides of her thighs. He tapped her inner leg and she splayed them apart. Casual strokes from her mound to her pussy ignited a fire deep inside her belly.

Arianne followed what he did with focused interest. He’s not hurrying. This isn’t a slam-bam. He’s doing exactly what he said… oh, that feels so— A soft moan escaped her lips.

A long finger slipped inside, turned upwards and began to rub the place where a woman’s g-spot is located. Thoughts gave way to soft sighs and deep moans as his thumb circled her clit.

“You’re so hot. And wet. Nice. Spread your legs more.”

She felt his hot breath a moment before his tongue touched her. Little laps across her clit made her hips squirm. Pulling her knees up and back, she exposed herself more fully to his mouth. While his hand continued to work her, his tongue explored every fold of skin and every secret place.

Blurb:

Two O’clock with the Billionaire is one of Daryl Devoré’s hot romances. A contemporary romance sweetened with a bit of vanilla sexcapades.

Where Derek Davenport is concerned, women only had one thing in mind: trap him into a marriage. The perfect way out? Hire a courtesan. While partying with his buddies he places an online ad that reads – Woman Wanted.

Unemployed and nearing financial desperation, Arianne is forced to step out of her comfort zone and answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With minimal hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to a handsome billionaire.

Their sexual antics cause emotions neither is willing to admit it. Will Arianne and Derek drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?

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Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat. 

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. 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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Guest Post - July 31, 2018 - The Viking's Possession by Felicity Brandon #VikingRomance, #SpankingRomance, #BDSMRomance

I surrender to him at this moment, lost to the intimacy every inch as much as the pain had cast me adrift earlier. He loves me, this man. My ferocious Viking invader is as sincere as he is brutal. He’s the sentimental sadist, if such a thing should exist, and right now he is trapped beneath my hot, writhing body.

War captured her, desire captivated her, but can her Viking captor truly possess her?

Excerpt:

“How is my captive now?” His tone is deep and intimidating, and the resonance sends a flood of moisture rushing from my core.

“A little afraid, my Lofðungr,” I admit, watching as he strips his doublet from his torso, revealing his strong arms and chest.

His eyes narrow slightly, but he does not pass comment. Instead, he pauses, watching me in silence for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. At length, he moves to a large trunk in place against a far wall, lifting the substantial lid, and identifying something he desires from its contents. He swoops, collecting it, and his gaze is back on me at once, searing into my flesh. “Why afraid?” he asks, stepping back toward me.

Trapped in the confines of his bedcovers, I eye the implement in his hands with trepidation. It’s a lash, much like the one he has used on me before, and memories of those times flood my brain, my mouth drying in an instant. “My Lofðungr, please,” I say, the plea out before I even have time to think. “Do I really deserve such a penance?”

He reaches the opposite edge of the bed, smiling. “Is it for you to decide how your punishment is delivered?”

I shake my head, fear and arousal combining to make me feel giddy. “No, my Lofðungr,” I whisper.

He drops to the covers below, his weight reverberating up the length of the bed to where I sit, curled into something of a ball. “You have no reason to fear me, Aurelie,” he smiles. “After everything which has transpired between us, do you really think I could cause you any real harm?”

I blink away the tears that have collected in my eyes, once more shaking my head at his question. “No,” I sniff, watching him as he slides further up the bed toward me. “But please remember, my Lofðungr, you hold all of the cards here. These are your chambers, your town—your people. I am but a foreigner here—an alien—your most recent conquest.”

His tongue darts from his mouth, licking his lower lip in an unconscious way. “Au-re-lie,” he murmurs in that way that makes me belly clench and my sex yearn for him. “You know me better than this now, no?” He poses it as a question, yet gives me no time to respond. “I do not bring women back to my castle—not ever—not until you.”

There is silence for a moment as I absorb his words.

“I have done a great many things which I am not proud of,” he continues. “I have humiliated and treated you unfairly…” Here he pauses, his gaze intense as we both recall the deeds to which he refers. My face begins to flame at the memory of the things that have transpired between us. “I am a devil, Aurelie. I do not deny it. Yet you saved me, my sweeting, and so now, what am I?”

I draw in a deep breath, hypnotised by his performance. “You are the prince?” I offer in a tiny voice. “You always were.”

He smiles, dismissing my answer with a small shake of his blond hair. “A prince perhaps,” he concedes, “but much more than that, Aurelie. Now I am your devil—all yours—and you are mine.”

My heart is slamming against my chest as he crawls toward me, the black implement still clutched in his left hand. He rips the covers from my chest, exposing my breasts to the cool air once more, before straddling me with his formidable legs.

“You need not worry about my intention, or what you deserve,” he laughs softly. “I want all of your attention on me, right here, right now, do you understand?”

I nod, panting as he lowers his body over me. As he supports himself on his elbows, his lips brush over my mouth, his beard grazing me as he delivers soft caresses, before claiming my lips again. He finds me open and pliant, my mouth yielding for his sweet possession. It’s the most natural sensation in the world, and somehow the power of his kiss gives me strength. I am not afraid. I have come this far—and I do trust him.

Blurb:

After she saves the life of Prince Anders, the Viking warrior who took her as his captive and tamed both her body and her heart, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose knows that she can never return home again. She will belong to Anders forever, as his bride and his possession, destined to be used and enjoyed as thoroughly, shamefully, and often as he pleases.

Though Anders has proven many times that he is more than willing to punish her bare bottom harshly for any disobedience, with war fast approaching between her brother and her husband, Aurelie puts her own life in danger in the hopes of making peace. But when her reckless gamble goes wrong, can Anders rescue his headstrong young wife before any harm comes to her?

The Viking's Possession is the sequel to The Viking's Conquest, but can be read as a stand-alone novel. It includes spankings, and sexual scenes, including some scenes of sexual humiliation. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

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Felicity is a #1 international bestselling, and award winning writer of dark, spanking romance. Head in the clouds, you can usually find her either plotting her next book, hitting the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music. She lives to write though, and is happiest creating desire and kink at her keyboard.

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Daryl Devore	Valerie Ullmer
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Guest Post - 7-17-18 - Two O'clock with the Billionaire by Daryl Devore #romance, #contemporary, #hotread

Arianne’s just regular girl pushed into a corner and desperately looking for a way out.

Excerpt:

Puzzled by, but acutely aware of, the obsession that had overtaken Arianne, Derek slid his tongue along the outer edges of her folds. Fluttering little licks, he teased her. He could taste and smell the mixture of his sperm, her juices, and seawater. When he touched her clitoris, her body tensed. It was as if she had never released herself in their lovemaking. He could sense she was as aroused now as when he had her in the water. With the tip his tongue he flicked at her. Each touch brought a hissing release as if a whip had caressed her skin.

The muscles in his jaw and neck began to scream, but he didn’t stop. Arianne’s hips rocked to and fro. Glancing up he could see her erect nipples, hardened from her inflamed passion. Her eyes were closed. Her face contorted with an emotion he couldn’t fathom. Her chest rose and fell with each pant. With an unexpected suddenness, she released his head, allowing it to fall back onto the wet sand.

She pulled away and rotated one-hundred and eighty degrees then slipped his semi-hard cock into her mouth. Gripping him like a vice, she slid her wet lips along his shaft, urging him, forcing him to become aroused. Her hands alternated between tenderly squeezing and rolling his testicles to dragging her nails along his inner thighs. At last she had achieved her goal. He was fully erect and fully aroused. He struggled to get up, but Arianne stopped him. She pressed his shoulders into the sand.”

She dropped onto him, banging her buttocks onto his stomach. Derek tried to thrust up into her, but Arianne grabbed a testicle and softly directed, “Don’t move.”

He froze in obedience.

With a controlled dominance in her tone, Arianne said, “Look at me. I want to watch your eyes as you come. I want to see the burning desire in your soul and I want to see the moment it’s released.”

She raised herself dragging her wet sex up and down his shaft. With her index and middle fingers, she held herself open so he could watch himself slide in and out of her. She used her other hand to fondle her clitoris, ever so gently so she would not climax until she’d tortured him.

Derek’s eyes closed. “Arianne,” he moaned.

“Beg, Derek. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.”

Blurb:

Two O’clock with the Billionaire is Daryl Devoré’s latest hot romance. A contemporary romance sweetened with a bit of vanilla sexcapades.

Where Derek Davenport is concerned, women only had one thing in mind: trap him into a marriage. The perfect way out? Hire a courtesan. While partying with his buddies he places an online ad that reads – Woman Wanted.

Unemployed and nearing financial desperation, Arianne is forced to step out of her comfort zone and answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With minimal hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to a handsome billionaire.

Their sexual antics cause emotions neither is willing to admit it. Will Arianne and Derek drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title A Kept Woman.

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Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. 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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Guest Post - 6/19/18 - Conquered by the Viking by Ashe Barker #EroticRomance #Historical

Can Merewyn overcome her natural fear of the mighty Viking warlord who has invaded her Celtic home? She's encountered his kind before and has first hand experience of the brutality of these ferocious Nordic raiders. Why should this blond invader be any different?

Excerpt:

His voice had hardened, the shift almost imperceptible but enough to impel Merewyn to obedience. She tilted her head back for his ministrations, acutely conscious of the cooling air which now caressed her naked breasts. Her nipples swelled and hardened in the draught. Merewyn prayed that he might not notice, though she knew he would.

This Viking missed nothing.

He poured the clean water over her hair, lifting the long tresses to dunk them in the water before applying the soap. He massaged the lather into her scalp, his fingers working large, firm circles on her sensitised flesh. Despite the embarrassing state of her nipples, not to mention the peculiar clenching at her core which she was quite unable to control, Merewyn was mortified when she let out an involuntary moan.

"I am sorry, I did not mean--"

"It is not a problem. Please, relax, make such sounds as you wish."

"I would not wish you to think that I... I..."

"That you are enjoying this?"

"Yes."

"I know that you are, but we need not dwell upon that fact if you prefer not to."

"Thank you," she whispered.

"And this? Do you like this also?" He shifted his fingers to the nape of her neck just as he had done before, and proceeded to caress the delicate skin there.

Merewyn opted not to respond, though her nipples tightened even more and heat furled at her core.

She should have protested when his fingers once again crept over her shoulders, kneading and squeezing until she believed she might expire with the sheer pleasure of it. Her muscles stretched and loosened, the stress of recent days falling away. There was something almost magical in his touch, a knowing, practised ease. He seemed to understand her body's needs better than she did.

Merewyn lay still as he continued his exploration, his clever fingers moving lower, across her chest to find her puckered nipples.

She gasped, tried to find the words to beg him to stop but this time they would not come. He rolled the pebbled nubs between his fingers and thumbs, his touch gentle but firming as she writhed in the water. He squeezed, almost to the point of pain, then relaxed his grip and circled the sensitive peaks with his fingertips.

"Does this feel good, little Celt?"

Merewyn closed her eyes, and nodded. Heat furled within her belly, spreading and blooming. She ached, deep down, between her thighs in that secret place which only she knew of. She fought the urge to reach down, as she did occasionally in the warm privacy of her bed, to seek out that exact spot where pleasure was to be found.

It was as though he was somehow privy to her most secret thoughts, her most intimate yearnings. His right hand ceased to tease and tantalise her nipple and instead he reached down into the water, between her legs to find that precise place. He was unerring, it was as though he knew exactly what would arouse her and drive her wild with desire. His fingers parted her folds and settled on the small nub which lay concealed there.

He rubbed. He flicked it with his finger tip. He slid his digits on either side and traced the outline, then he explored lower, found the entrance to her body and dipped the tip of one finger inside.

Never, when she had touched herself, had she felt like this. Not even remotely. Utterly wanton in her response, Merewyn bucked in his embrace. She lifted her arm from the water to drape it back and around his neck as though to anchor herself. He murmured something in her ear, incomprehensible words in his native tongue. She did not understand but her arousal built and bloomed anyway. It was as though her body were no longer her own but his to control. He stroked her again, caressed that sensitive bundle of nerves until she could bear it no more.

"Please..." her voice was ragged, her breath shallow. "Please do not..."

"Do you wish me to stop, little Celt?"

Yes.  No. She could find no words, so merely hung on as her inner muscles contracted and clenched.

Mathios placed his thumb over her pleasure bud at the same time as he plunged his fingers into her cunny. It was too much. Her senses were totally overwhelmed, her body weightless, floating as white light exploded behind her eyes. She shook with the power of her body's response. Wave after wave of carnal pleasure washed though her, starting at her core where his fingers still worked their sorcery and flowing right out to the ends of her fingers and toes.

Blurb:

Eighteen-year-old orphan Merewyn has seen enough of Vikings to know she hates them, so she is furious when a band of shipwrecked Norsemen force their way into her home. Despite her best efforts to drive them away, their leader makes it clear they intend to stay for the winter. To her surprise, he also takes an interest in her well-being, and when Merewyn attempts to run off and fend for herself the battle-hardened warrior strips her bare for a painful, humiliating switching.

Despite his willingness to chastise her so shamefully, Merewyn cannot deny that these men are not the savage barbarians she expected, and she does not object when the huge, handsome brute who so recently punished her takes her in his arms and claims her hard and thoroughly. As the weeks pass, Merewyn's uninvited guest masters both her body and her heart ever more completely, but does he plan to truly make her his or will she be left behind when he sails home?

Publisher’s Note: Conquered by the Viking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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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 around seventy 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.

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