Showing posts with label Jaye Peaches. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jaye Peaches. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Guest Post - 11/14/17 - Chosen by the High Judge by Jaye Peaches #Erotic #SciFi #Romance

She can’t hide from her alien judge. Whenever she is aroused her skin changes color. 



Excerpt:

She was still trembling. She had to tell him, because at the moment there was no choice. She couldn’t follow in the footsteps of Astra.
“I’m a virgin,” she blurted.
His hand dropped and his eyes widened in surprise. “You’ve never been with a man?”
She smirked, feeling a little mollified by the admission. “Well, yes, but not that way, and just because I get drunk… not all students…” she added feebly.
He laughed softly. “Forgive me, I have been presumptuous with my views of human copulation. Is it not your way to fuck once you come of age?”
Zara rubbed her hands up and down her arms. The direction of the conversation was creeping into the intimate, but if that was what he wanted from her, then he had to understand her better.
“It used to be something you did on the wedding night, you know.” She shrugged a little nervously. “Not so much like that these days. I’m twenty. I’ve just not met the right man.”
“Mmm, I see. Then if I was to tell you I promise to take your virginity with consideration, would you still accept my alternative sentence?”
Fuck, he’s keen.
He wanted her. She tingled all over and she shouldn’t. It couldn’t be right. He was going to punish her, fuck her, do whatever the hell he liked. “And then, after you take my virginity?” she asked slowly.
“You are mine,” he said softly.
“I don’t know, sir,” she stuttered, feeling overwhelmed and uncertain.
“I want you, Zara. I want to punish your sweet bare ass with my hand. I want to witness you come when I demand it. I want to enter you. You will submit and serve me every day. You will stay naked in my presence. In return I shall ensure your privacy is protected, your criminal files kept confidential and you will come to no harm.”
The room was hot. Or felt hot. The blood had rushed to her cheeks and she swayed.



Blurb:

After twenty-year-old Zara Webb is arrested for delinquent behavior while living as an exchange student in an alien colony, she is placed into the custody of High Judge Galen Hosta. For the duration of her sentence, she will live in Galen’s home and under his authority, and the stern, handsome warrior will have the right not only to punish her in any way he sees fit, but also to take her to his bed and enjoy her beautiful body in any way he pleases.

Within moments of her sentence being pronounced, Zara finds herself over Galen’s lap for a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking. But when she kneels at his feet, blushing crimson as she is made to thank him for her well-deserved punishment in the most humiliating way possible, she cannot hide her helpless arousal.

Over the coming days, Zara discovers that Galen’s mastery of her body will be far more thorough than she would have thought possible, yet even as she is brought to one intense, shameful climax after another, her need for him only grows stronger. But when her sentence is complete and she is no longer his prisoner, will she choose to stay by his side as his mate?


Publisher’s Note: Chosen by the High Judge is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Chosen by the Governor. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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About the Author:

I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with my family, sometimes drawing, cat watching and if good weather allows, which being England is never often enough, I’m pulling up the weeds in my garden.

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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Guest Blogger - 10-17-17 - A Strict Gentleman by Jaye Peaches #Victorian #EroticRomance #TimeTravel

“You are bound by the rules of this century, not yours. I shall hold you accountable in whatever way I wish.”


Excerpt:

Reaching round, he hitched up her skirts, fighting the petticoats until he had hold of her drawers. With a yank, he brought them down past her arse. Spreading his fingers, he clutched at a cheek, and squeezed the warm lobe until it felt like it might melt in his palm.
She gasped, teetering on her tiptoes as he kneaded her naked buttock. The swell of desire extended to the end of his cock, filling it with hot blood and pushing it up. She rocked her hipbone against it, and it was his turn to gasp.
“Why, you vixen,” he charged her.
She giggled.
He still held the duster. “You shall be punished. I’m going to whip you with this,” he murmured, nibbling on her earlobe.
“No!” she squawked. “I’ve not done a thing wrong. It will hurt,” she added indignantly.
“Ha, I decide, do I not? And it won’t hurt, not in the way you think it will.” He pointed at the table. “Bend over and keep your skirts up.”
“Sir, this is most inappropriate. Someone might come—”
“Who? I keep this house quiet of servants for a reason. Now, bend!”
She fumbled with her petticoats and pouted. She frowned so sweetly, it hardened his cock to see her little displays of defiance knowing shortly she would be begging for relief and pleasure.
She folded over the end of the dining table with aplomb, dropping her drawers at the same time. As for the skirts, she hugged them under her hips, protecting her from the rigid edge of the oak.
He lifted the duster—a rod to which the feathers of a goose had been attached—and swept it across her bare arse. She squealed and her face screwed up tight.
“It hurts, it hurts,” she wailed.
However, rather than lift it off, he spread the feathers across her rump and dragged them down the back of her thighs, then reversing direction, up between her legs.
“Ooo!” She knocked her knees together and trapped the duster as it glided up her slit and furrow. The feathers became wet with her nectar.
“Again?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes, please,” she quipped.




Blurb:

Twenty-three-year-old Kelly Regan didn’t expect much excitement when she took a job as a curator at a historic estate, but upon encountering a beautiful, mysteriously powerful mirror she suddenly finds herself transported back to the Victorian era.
Kelly is intrigued by the estate’s owner, the handsome bachelor Sir Henry Yarlswood, and in order to learn more about life in his household she impersonates another woman and obtains a position as his maid. But Henry is not a man who tolerates dishonestly from his staff, and after her deception is discovered Kelly’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing spanking.
The stern punishment only increases Kelly’s desire to know more about her handsome employer, but after she is caught snooping through his personal effects she soon finds herself stripped naked for an even more shameful chastisement. Despite her sore bottom, however, she is deeply aroused by Henry’s firm-handed dominance, and when he claims her properly his masterful lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But will their blossoming romance be enough to keep her by his side, even if it means leaving her old life behind forever?
Publisher’s Note: A Strict Gentleman includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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About the Author:

I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

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Friday, August 25, 2017

Guest Post - 8/25/17 - Captivated by Jaye Peaches #Contemporary #EroticRomance #BDSM

Jaye Peaches is visiting on the guest couch today to discuss her erotic paranormal time travel loaded with dominance and submission.



Excerpt:

“If, if I submit to this punishment,” she stuttered, “do I get a say in what it is?”
He smiled. A subtle glint in his eyes. “No. You’ll get spanked, like last time.”
“Spanked?” Her voice trembled. She recalled the basement and the rows of implements. Each one etched onto her mind. Not quite viewing them like the kid in the sweet shop, she was tempted by some, repulsed by others. Years of wanting her bottom spanked by a strict man, the fantasies she’d constructed in her head, even the ones she’d written out on paper then destroyed, had come to this moment.
“Hen, you know I’m good for my word. Now please stand up. If my fingers find your pussy is soaking, your clit aroused, then your ass will have a meeting with my belt over this table.”
Not the basement. However, the relief was short-lived. The belt about his waist was a thick leather strap with a shiny buckle. Anna gripped the edge of the table with her fingers. Her clitoris, pussy, everything sexual shouted out for a fuck. She’d come the moment he laid his hands on her. All she had to do was submit and he’d take her anyway, without the spanking. Except, she so wanted the spanking, especially with a belt or strap. She’d lain many nights alone playing with her clit, wondering what it would feel like—the pain, the humiliation, the wantonness of yielding.
She cleared her throat. “Do what you want, I don’t care.” What the hell was she saying? Why play hard to get when he’d offered her the best fantasy of her life?
He strode around the table, dragged out her chair, and heaved her up with his hands hooked under her armpits. Too stunned to do anything but exclaim, she froze as he hitched up her skirt and rifled underneath for her panties.



Blurb:

Waking up in an unfamiliar bed in a room she doesn’t recognize is disturbing enough, but Anna Hadley becomes truly alarmed when she looks into the mirror and sees the face of another woman staring back at her.

Her confusion intensifies when a man—who apparently believes she is his wife—suddenly knocks on the door and scolds her for spending so much time by herself in the bedroom. To top it all off, it quickly becomes clear that the man has some very specific, very old-fashioned ideas regarding the proper way a husband should deal with a disobedient bride.

In spite of everything, the threat of having her bottom bared for a sound spanking arouses Anna deeply, and even as she searches for clues that might explain what happened to her, she cannot help becoming more and more attracted to her supposed husband.

It isn’t long before she earns herself a punishment, and when he reddens her backside and then takes her hard and thoroughly she is left spent and satisfied. But knowing she could find herself back in her own body at any moment, can she dare to fall in love?

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

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About the Author:

I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

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Friday, May 5, 2017

Guest Post - 5/5/17 - Perfect Notes by Jaye Peaches #Ds #EroticRomance

Callie is all he desires—the tonic for his dominance. But to fulfill their dreams, she must succumb to his passions.

Excerpt:

My throat constricted. “My technique isn’t good enough for you? I seem to recollect you struggled to resist my mediocre technique.” I shoved my bottom backward into his groin. His penis moved. A pleasant sensation.
“You didn’t seem overly confident. We could definitely work on your confidence levels.” He wrapped a leg over mine.
I gyrated my butt, feeling him grow. “I’m not used to performing under such pressure.”
“It’s a matter of practice. The more you do it, the easier it becomes.” He pinched a nipple.
I groaned into my pillow. “Please, Stefan. Not now.”
“How about this weekend?” He squeezed harder.
I relented a little. “I’m not working.”
“That’s a promising start. I actually meant the whole weekend.”
I stopped grinding my bottom into him. “Friday?”
“To Sunday. Two days of intense personal tuition. I’m sure we can work on many skills.”
He moved his hand down my belly, fondling my skin as he journeyed to my loins. Instinctively, I flattened my stomach and held my breath, waiting for him to hit his target area.
I crushed my thighs together. “Like…what?” My voice betrayed me easily as it faltered.
He probed between my legs, driving them apart with his strong fingers. A multitude of goosebumps struck all over my feverish skin. He slid a digit down into my slit and held my sex in his sturdy hand. He pressed the heel of his palm down on my mound. A wave of tingles erupted from my nub, rippling outward.
“Your tonguing could be improved.”
“Tonguing,” I croaked.
“Mmm. So could your breath control. Deep breaths are essential. I’m sure we can come up with exercises to help—other techniques too.”
“Others?” I groaned, writhing under his strokes.
“I wouldn’t want you to gag on your mouthpiece. Very unsightly.”
As if I’d grown talons, I clawed at the pillow and dragged it to my chest. I hugged the pillow into a bundle. “My mouthpiece isn’t that big.”
“Yes, that might be a problem. You need to use something larger.” His erection, hardened and growing still, rocked in the cleft of my buttocks. “Then, there is your finger work. A strong grip, but you need to be nimble too. For example, assembling your instrument. If you twist too hard, you might damage what you’re screwing.”
“I’m used to an unoiled instrument. I could do with extra lubrication.”
“Good idea. Nothing like a smooth organ to play upon.”
His innuendos tipped me over the edge as his hand went from a playful tweaking to a serious rubbing. Then, his fine-tuning hit a pinnacle. He pinched my clit. I came, biting on the pillowcase, and his pinning leg stopped me from kicking him.
“Very good, Mausi. You are a good girl for suggesting so many ways we can improve your technique.”


Blurb:

Amateur clarinetist Callie turns up for an orchestra rehearsal following a six-week absence to find a new conductor in residence—Stefan, a charismatic man with ambitions of being a composer. After he gives her a lift home, he invites her to his house for a practice session. What begins as a music lesson ends with a passionate display of dominance by Stefan.
As their sexual affair blossoms, Callie is increasingly drawn to find out more about her aspiring composer and why he is a potent lover in the bedroom. When she turns up unexpectedly at his house, she is shocked to find him in the company of a naked woman. Horrified to think that he might have betrayed her, she calls an end to their relationship, but persistent Stefan begs for a second chance.

Encouraged by her boss to resolve her feelings toward Stefan, Callie seeks out a friend of his, hoping to understand what drives him to dominate, but the given explanation creates more unresolved issues for Callie. Determined to seek out the truth, she plans to confront Stefan. But by then, he has gone abroad. Callie must make a decision—cash in her savings and follow Stefan, or banish him from her life. If she does the latter, she will never understand the nature of the intense emotions he has awakened within her. Does she dare to love him?

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About the Author:

I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

Author Links: