Showing posts with label Sports Romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sports Romance. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Guest Post 11-13-18 - The Master by Ashe Barker #EroticRomance #BDSM #Taekwondo

“But he spanked you. I may not be an expert in taekwondo, but I’m pretty sure it’s not normal practice for a coach to spank his pupil.”

Gritty, compelling, insanely sexy
Excerpt:

Holy fuck!
Dylan took in the sight before him, barely able to believe the evidence of his own eyes. He would be hard pressed to say what amazed him most—Jodie’s outright disregard for her promise of just a few hours earlier, or that minuscule concoction of crimson latex masquerading as a dress.
The dress won—by a whisker.
“What part of ‘absolutely no alcohol’ was not perfectly clear to you, Jodie?”
He deliberately kept his voice soft but still she had the grace to cringe. Jodie studied the half-empty bottle in her hand as though not entirely certain quite how it came to be there.
“I just… I mean, I thought—”
“And did we not also discuss late nights? Partying?”
“Yes, we did, but…”
Her voice trailed off. She dropped her gaze and shifted from one foot to the other. At least she didn’t seem inclined to defend her crap choices, but even so…
They had a problem.
“We need to talk, Jodie. Monday morning, at the gym.” He was done. Disappointment and anger warred within him as he stepped past her.
She grabbed his elbow, and Dylan paused. He regarded her slender fingers on his sleeve, noted irrelevantly that she had painted her nails to match the dress. That entire outfit could have been painted on, come to think of it. He lifted his gaze to hers. Her pretty blue eyes glittered, but he firmed his jaw in response.
“Was there something else?”
“Yes. What about the meeting, at the bank? I thought…”
“Is there really any point, Jodie? I explained what would be required to make an Olympic champion of you, and it’s more than just a decent sponsorship deal. It’s a lifestyle, and clearly not one you’re ready to take on board.”
“But I am. I want it, all of it.” She spun around and handed the dregs of her beer to another girl standing open-mouthed behind her, then turned to face him again. “One lapse, that was all. I know what’s required and I do take my sport seriously. I’ll be absolutely dedicated. You’ll never have any reason to complain. I’ll work hard, and… and…”
“Then why are you here, Jodie?”
Was that a flicker of annoyance flitting across her expressive features? She flattened her lips, drawing his attention to the deep scarlet lipstick she had applied.
Christ, this girl’s hot.
It hadn’t escaped Dylan’s notice that his star pupil was fucking gorgeous. He was male, after all, and he had a pulse. How could he fail to appreciate that curvy, sexy little body, so supple, exquisitely toned, and supremely fit? As far as Dylan was concerned, strong was sexy, and Jodie had it all going on. But all of that was beside the point. She was his pupil, so off limits. Even here, within the not-so-hallowed walls of Club Sin, that remained the case. All he needed to do now was convince his rampant cock of that inconvenient little fact, and right at this moment he wouldn’t give much for his chances.




Blurb:

After her long-time taekwondo instructor passes away suddenly, Jodie Price is certain her dreams of Olympic glory have been dashed, and she is thrilled when bold, handsome coach Dylan Atkins offers his help. But Dylan’s training regimen will be more rigorous than anything Jodie has experienced before, and she quickly discovers that he is a firm believer in strict discipline.

When she is caught drinking in defiance of Dylan’s rules, Jodie soon finds herself sobbing and promising to do better as she is thoroughly paddled. Dylan’s stern correction arouses her deeply, however, and it isn’t long before he takes her in his arms and masters her completely. But though his skilled, dominant lovemaking leaves her utterly spent and satisfied, will Jodie trust him enough to tell him the truth when a powerful sponsor tries to use their romance to blackmail her?

Publisher’s Note: The Master 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 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.

About Katy Swann


Katy lives in Kent, UK with her husband, three children and three cats. She writes erotic BDSM romance with a strong emphasis on Dominance and submission. Katy explores both the emotional and sexual elements of D/s, with Doms that are firm but caring and submissives that are strong and feisty. 

She loves the 4 C’s: cats, chocolate, champagne and coffee. When she’s not writing she spends her time as a glorified taxi driver for her children and even finds time now and then to indulge in her interests, which include Tai Chi, dance, music, aviation and reading. 

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Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Guest Post - 1/19/16 - Wren's Redemption by Katherine Deane #Spanking #Sports #EroticRomance

She was an athlete in dire need of coaching, he was a coach whose methods weren't exactly approved by the International Federation of Gymnastics, but they worked, and he intended to work with her.



Excerpt:

“You ready for something a bit more difficult today?” Jonathan asked as he strode across the mats for their next session.
The meet yesterday had gone great—except for the uneven bars, of course. Ugh. She sucked at the bars, and Mr. God’s Gift to Bars, had promised he would get her through her bar rotation by any means necessary. She shuddered when she saw the familiar gleam in his eyes. “Do I have any choice in the matter?”
“Hmmm.” He set his bag down next to her feet and contemplated her. “Well, of course you have a choice. You can choose to continue losing points in your worst event because you don’t have the core strength—”
“Ouch.”
Smiling, he pulled her into a quick hug. “Sometimes the truth hurts. Now come on. Do you want to get better at the bars or not?”
“Yeah.” But it didn’t mean she had to like it or like his methods, right?
“You’re not going to appreciate what I have in mind, but I think it will help.”  Yeah, he was a mind reader.
He pulled out a few small, marble shaped balls, and handed them to her. About an inch in diameter, they were cool to the touch, metal with a smooth, silky finish. “You ever use Ben Wa balls before?”
Shaking her head, she handed him back the shiny objects, not liking where this conversation seemed to be going. “Where exactly would I be using these things?”
He raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat, his gaze traveling down the front of her leotard.
“Oh hell no!” She turned to stalk away from the crazy man that wanted to put shiny balls inside her hoo-ha.
“Stop right there.”
She froze. She hated when that happened. His deep voice did things to her, making all rational thought escape, making her desire to obey every order he gave—whether she wanted to or not. “I don’t want shiny ball things inside me.” She pleaded, praying he would change his mind.
“I’m sure you don’t want to hold balls inside your vagina while you do your bar exercises.”
“What?” Did that terrified squeak come from her?
“The object is to tighten everything down there while you are doing your kips and rotations. That’s why you keep over- and under-maneuvering. If you can keep those shiny things, as you put it, from falling out, you will also feel just how controlled your body needs to feel while lifting your lower body to the bar.” He kissed her forehead gently, and she almost sagged against him, loving his clove and musk smell. “But it’s up to you. Only the toughest athlete, with the kind of attitude to tell press to fuck off and dye her hair crazy colors to piss off her parents, would be mentally strong enough to do this kind of training. It’s not going to be easy, and a quitter would never make it through.” He shrugged and reached to place the balls back into his bag.
“Just tell me what to do,” she growled so low she surprised herself.
His toothy grin and evil smirk preceded a low chuckle. Damn it, he knew how to play her, didn’t he? “Lie on your back on the high mat right there. I’ll help you this time.”




Blurb:

Nineteen-year-old gymnast Wren Montgomery was America’s golden girl, but then it all came crashing down. As far as the media is concerned, it was a devastating ankle injury which began her downward spiral, but in her heart Wren knows better. The truth is that things started going wrong the day her beloved coach Jonathan Reilly not only rejected her romantic advances, but actually spanked her bare bottom as if she were a silly little girl when she tried to hide her heartbreak behind an angry outburst.

Now at twenty-two, after one poor decision after another Wren has become the “bad girl” of the gymnastics world. Desperate to break out of her slump and with nowhere else to turn, she decides to accept help from the best coach she ever had… the same man who spurned and then spanked her years ago.

Jonathan watched Wren’s fall from grace, and he fell with her. He still blames himself for leaving the team—and more importantly, leaving her—and now that he has the chance to help his little rebel get back on track, he isn’t going to let it slip through his fingers. This time he’ll be there for her no matter what, both when she needs a loving embrace and when she needs a firm hand applied to her bare bottom. Most important of all, if she still wants him to be more than just her coach, this time he won’t let anything keep him from claiming what is his.

Publisher’s Note: Wren’s Redemption is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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About the Author:

Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart. 
She loves cheese, red wine, chocolate, and snuggling up with her daughters’ kittens while reading a good book.
When not reading, or writing, you can find her knitting, sewing, crafting, or doing pretty much anything to keep her hands busy. She has taken over the dining room AKA craft room, much to her husband’s dismay. In one of her books, an energetic “craftaholic” would find herself over her husband’s knee for losing an important document in a pile of bi-cone crystals and mod podge. Her real life, and the people in them, give her plenty of ideas to work with.
Katherine has dubbed herself the queen of cheese. Not only is she a former Midwestern Cheese Head; she also loves to incorporate it into her books.
In her opinion, all romance deserves at least one cheesy scene that makes you cry.
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