Monday, 25 May 2020

WATCHING HER #thriller #suspense #kindleunlimited


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An action-packed thriller (not romantic) written by myself and Emmy Ellis. Don't miss it!





I never could have guessed the danger that was stalking me.

Or who was stalking me.

Until the only thing that had ever mattered to me was threatened, and then I had to sit up and smell the roses. Torn between a ghost and a man, I found myself on the run.

Instinct had taken over. She was all that mattered.

I couldn't fail.

What wouldn't I do?



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Saturday, 23 May 2020

Saturday Spankings #BDSM #erotic #romance


Welcome to another Saturday Spankings, I'm thrilled you stopped by for a swift few!

This week a snippet from THAT FILTHY BOOK which has had a makeover and is now, for the first time, available on Kindle Unlimited.



ABOUT

Many years ago, that filthy book imprinted itself in my erotic subconscious. Now it’s reared its head and is about to drag me along for the dirtiest ride of my life. 

Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought. But it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I’d been forced to hide it after reading, has sunk deeper into my erotic subconscious than I’d ever imagined. Luckily, though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years. In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that pushes us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to rediscover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same between us again.

* * * *

“I’m going to fill your arse then spank you,” Jacob said into my ear, his hot breath instantly turning damp and cool. “Spank you, whip you, make you wish you weren’t such a fucking prick tease.” 
I whimpered and hung my head low, the tendons in my neck stretched, my arsehole widened around the ever-increasing tapered length of the plug. He kept on pushing, on and on, paying no regard to my tightness until finally it popped into me, leaving just the wide arms poking at the underside of my buttocks. 
“That’s it,” he said, almost soothingly. “That’s you full.” 
Full! 
Full was hardly the word. Stuffed, penetrated, out of control. They were the words that sprang to mind. 
I’d become aware as I accommodated the plug that I was standing completely on my toes, like a ballerina. I glanced down through the flickering light. My toenails had sunk into the ground. Dried leaves and jagged ends of twigs poked at the pale skin on the top of my feet and around my ankles. It was a sandpit of nature, the wood’s own carpet, claiming me, becoming part of me. I was becoming part of it. 
Arching my head up to the sky, I stared at the stark winter treetops. The moon had come out to play, too. Its shimmering light fractured through branches as it gazed down at our naughty game. 
“Argh!” I couldn’t help my shocked scream, and my whole body tensed. The wild, searing pain whipping over my buttocks was agony—distressed, frantic agony. 
“Shh,” Jacob whispered and ran the barkless branch over my tortured skin. “You’ll earn more strikes if you cry out.” 
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip and willed my arse to release around its invasion. The involuntary clenching of my cheeks as he’d struck me had created a spasm around the plug, shoving it into the membrane separating my vagina and rectum. The sensation was both exquisite and tormenting. The more I clenched, the sweeter the internal pain. 
“Brace,” he muttered. 
Brace! That was the problem. 
Another stinging slap connected. Its thin, mean line created a cross-section of burnt flesh over both my buttocks. 
“Oh, yes,” he said, running his cool palm over my arse. “It’s raised and swollen already.” 
I didn’t doubt if for a second.
“It’s a hot mark on cold flesh,” he said. “A sweet line of possession.”
No sooner had the pain retreated than another swinging slap rained down on my vulnerable skin. Owning me, blasting through me, releasing a huge shot of adrenaline into my system. 
“Oh God, Jacob,” I murmured.
“I didn’t say you could speak. Take it,” he said hotly. “Take it where you need it most.”







Wednesday, 20 May 2020

OUT NOW and on KINDLE UNLIMITED for the first time - THAT FILTHY BOOK


THAT FILTHY BOOK

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Monday, 18 May 2020

COVER REVEAL - THAT FILTHY BOOK


THAT FILTHY BOOK has had a makeover, check out the beautiful new cover designed by STUDIOENP.

What's more, for the first time ever, it's going to be available on Kindle Unlimited. Sign up to my newsletter and I'll let you know the moment you can dive into Karen and Jacob's seductive journey into BDSM as they respark their passion for each other.



Saturday, 16 May 2020

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks #bdsm #erotic #romance #kindleunlimtied


Hi Saturday Spankers, a few more this week from OBEYING HER VIKINGS...enjoy...



She didn’t see it but he must have moved faster than the wind, because the next thing she knew his arms were around her waist and his body pressing up against her back. “Wench.” He held her tighter, his cock jutting into the hollow of her spine. “Trying to escape, are you?”
“Leave me alone, you big brute.” She didn’t really want him to let go. She’d longed for him to return and hold her.
But what about Tal...?
His mouth was against her ear. “You’ll never escape me, Iona. We’ll be together in this life and in Valhalla.”
Suddenly air was pushed from her lungs and the breeze hit her ass. A stinging slap landed over both buttocks. A real hard whack that sent a shockwave of heat over her skin.
“Ow!” she shrieked, scrabbling to clutch onto Wade’s torso. She kicked her legs, her heels banging upward.
“Stop that.”
Another resounding spank, this one she was sure would leave a handprint. Again she cried out and squirmed. “Let me go.”
“Keep still.” He made his way back to the shoreline, storming through the water.
“Wade!”
“I told you not to make me come and get you from the water.”
“For the love of the gods you cannot, you have to listen to me, now I am with... ouch!” He’d spanked her again. Her ass was on fire, as if real flames were licking over it. Her pussy pulsed and she now knew what Signi had felt earlier.
“I can and I will come and get you and do this.” He chuckled. “You can’t stop me.”
He wasn’t really mad at her, the brute had just wanted to upend her and spank her bare ass. But she was mad at him. All those nights she’d cried for him. And now he’d just shown up and thrown her over his shoulder, his cock hard and determination radiating from him.
“Put me down,” she demanded as they reached the shingle.
He ignored her and continued to make his way toward the house.
Iona wriggled and writhed, each step made her huff. It was hard to breathe, let alone continue her objections.
Then, when he reached the soft patch of moss beside the log pile, he stopped. Very gently he set her on her feet and cupped her face.
She clutched his thick wrists and waited for her eyes to refocus and the spin of dizziness to subside.
“My sweet little one,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose. “You must learn to obey me for when we are wed I will insist upon it.”
“When we are wed?”
“Aye. When we are wed.” He kissed her, stroking his tongue into her mouth and pulling her close.
Their naked flesh connected, her hard nipples jutting up against his scratchy chest. Iona allowed herself to get lost in a flash of memories—Wade making love to her on thick warm furs and candlelight flickering. Wade smiling at the top of the falls as he placed a yellow flower behind her ear. Wade feeding her broth when she’d had a fever and little spots peppered her cheeks and back.
He lowered her to the soft, mossy earth, kissing her lips, her cheek, and down her neck.
She tipped her head, allowing him better access to the point just below her ear that always made her tickle all over. “You have been away for so long, Wade, and I have to tell you that—”
“I know, I missed you too.”
“Yes, that but... oh...”
He lavished attention on a sweet spot on her neck, tweaking her nipples at the same time, pulling and squeezing until she gasped.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations he was creating in her. “Wade, listen to me, I...”
“Talking later. Right now just know that I love you,” he murmured against her navel. “And I’m going to show you how much.” He parted her thighs and settled between them, smoothed his palm over her mound then tugged the skin upward, exposing her sensitive bud.
She trembled, watching him as he poked out his tongue and stroked her clit.
She pursed her lips and blew out a breath. She’d missed his tongue on her so much.
He worked her in small circular movements as they kept their gazes connected. He was seeing into her soul, she was visiting his. The way they always used to.
Her pulse thudded in her ears, her thighs shook beside his ears. She fisted the moss, tearing it from the earth.
Wade fingered her entrance then pushed inside her.
She moaned and let her head fall back, closing her eyes and clenching his fingers with her pussy.
He thrust in and out of her, catching the spot he knew tipped her over the edge.
“Oh... oh... I’m going to... oh...” Her climax was almost there, so close it hurt.
“Not yet.” He withdrew and reared above her, locking his arms beside her head and angling his cock at her pussy. He clenched his jaw, his brow furrowed, and he forged into her.
The air was blasted from her lungs, releasing on a fast, sharp yelp. He’d filled her to full depth, impaling her with his big cock.
“Now come, on my manhood.”
“Aye... I am...” Iona couldn’t hold it off. The climax was so intense, so ready to release.
She felt consumed by Wade and his desire for her. She still wasn’t convinced she wasn’t dreaming. After all this time he’d really returned?
She gripped his shoulders and canted her hips to meet each of his thrusts. He was so good, so hard... and very real.
A flash of light seared over her eyes. For a moment she forgot who she was, where she lived, everything she’d ever known. Then the topple into release had her wailing through pleasure. It spread to every corner of her body, shaking her and delighting her.
Wade came too, filling her with his seed and grunting with each forward grind.
She found his mouth, kissed him, a crazy dance with their tongues. She felt so whole, so complete with this man. But she did when she was with Tal too.
Tal!
Oh, what had she done?
What was she going to do?
“What in the name of Odin is going on?”
Her heart seemed to skip a beat and then throw in an extra one.
She flicked open her eyes.
To her right, Tal was staring down at them. His usually pale cheeks were flushed and his blue eyes flashed. He had his hands on his hips.
“Tal?” she said, her voice a squeak.
“I’ll ask again,” he said, setting his huge boot on Wade’s shoulder. “What in the name of Odin is going on?”




Sunday, 10 May 2020

Rookie Rules and Red-Hot Trouble FREE


That's right! For a few days only you can grab the spin-off short stories, ROOKIE RULES and RED-HOT TROUBLE from my popular HOT ICE series for FREE (US and UK).
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Saturday, 9 May 2020

Saturday Spankings - OBEYING HER VIKINGS #SatSpanks #erotic #historical #romance #vikings

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, here's a few from my hot new historical release OBEYING HER VIKINGS.



ABOUT

After Viking warrior Wade Gudlaug's hunting expedition is delayed so long that his bride-to-be presumes him dead, he returns home to find that another man has begun courting her. The first instinct of both men is to fight to the death over the woman they love, but when she begs to be spared the pain of losing one of them it is decided instead that she will be their shared bride.

Though Iona soon finds herself with her cheeks blushing and her well-spanked bottom burning, when her new husbands claim her together she is left sore, spent, and satisfied. But when a third man seeks to marry her as well, will she be able to handle the appetites of so many Vikings?


“You might not be my bride until tomorrow, but you can start now.”
“I can start what?”
He sat, legs spread wide, and stared at her. “Learning your lesson. Learning what it means to be wedded to Vikings.”
Before she could ask another question she was upended over his wide right thigh. He trapped her there with the other. The world turned upside down, her hair hung forward, and she slapped her palms on the dusty floor. “Tal!”
“When I visited Arne he told me he’s reddened his wife’s rump for disobedience on several occasions.” He dragged at her skirts, pulling them up, rucking them at her back. “And that is exactly what is going to happen to you, Iona.”
“What? Oh... no... please.” Much as she’d enjoyed the show yesterday—it had made her pussy quiver with a strange new longing—she hadn’t imagined it being replicated with Tal so furious with her.
He’s so damn strong.
Cool air washed over her ass when he exposed her further, the material of her clothing now well and truly out of his way. Her bottom was the highest part of her body and presented right there for him, pale and vulnerable.
Her belly tightened, her pulse thudded in her ears. She squirmed but was imprisoned against his body.
“You misled me,” he said. “And that will never happen again. You will always be truthful with us.”
He brought his palm down hard on her ass, putting real Viking strength behind it. She cried out and jerked forward.
He increased his grip on her.
“You will be a truthful wife, from this moment on.”
He spanked her again, even harder it seemed.
“Oh! Ow, Tal...”
Another slap, then another.
Her ass was on fire, flames licking over her flesh.
“No more...” she cried out. This was much more than her friend Signi had taken, she was sure of it. Tal was even crueler than Arne with his discipline.
“You cannot expect your ways to be without consequence,” he said.
She kicked up her heels.
He batted them away and rained down five more spanks on her smarting behind.
She yelped; it was as if ants were biting her, the pain going up her back, the heat spreading between her legs, down her thighs, tugging at her clit.
“Your behavior is deserving of this, and more.”
The spanking continued, hard, fast, humiliating.
Iona closed her eyes; the pain was all she could think of, that and how she must look up-ended, bare-bottomed, and being well and truly ticked off.
He paused and she opened her eyes. She was panting and dizzy.
“Now,” he said, his voice softer, as though he’d worked off some of his frustration. “Your skin is telling me you are understanding the need for honesty.” “Tal. Stop this.”
“Telling me what to do will not shorten this punishment, if anything it will lengthen it.” He smacked squarely on her rump, once, twice, three more times.
“Oh... Tal.”
Will Wade hear? Will he save me?
“And do not think Wade will be your rescuer, Iona. We may not see eye to eye on some things, but this, I can assure you we will agree upon.”