Saturday, 17 April 2021

Saturday Spankings #satspanks #eroticromance #spankingromance #scifiromance


 

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, here's a few from my out of this world new release ABDUCTED FOR PLEASURE! Prepare to lift off!



ABOUT

When life hits a dead end, it’s time to reach for the stars.

Which is exactly what’s happened to Naomi. Fed up and stuck in a rut, she finds herself magically transported to another time and place. Her feet are no longer on the ground, her body no longer her own. She’s well and truly on a breathless, intergalactic, seductive adventure.

Because her alien abductor is all about pleasure—the science of pleasure—and Naomi just happens to be the key to the future satisfaction of thousands of Earth women. But will Siren ever see her as more than a specimen, an object to be studied? Or will she convince him she’s the one he needs at his side … forever. Only time will tell. Only fate will decide.




“What ... what is it?” she asked, knotting her fingers.
“You lied.” He tilted his chin.
“I did? I mean ... I mean I didn’t.”
“Do not make it worse for yourself, especially after you have lectured me about honesty.”
“But, Siren.” She swallowed, remembering back to what she’d told him earlier and hoping she’d be known as Saint Naomi with her misleading information. “I didn’t really. I...”
His jaw tensed. “You told me that Earth men deliver oral sex to their women daily, and that, I have found out, is an untruth.”
“Well ... perhaps some men do. I’m trying to generalize.”
“You are trying to mislead me. Mislead an entire generation of Kraken men. How would it look for me to present the wrong information to the government? I would be a laughing stock. It would make a mockery of all my research.”
“You wouldn’t be a laughing stock, not just with that.”
“Sex and pleasure are things we Krakens take very seriously. I thought you would have figured that out by now.”
Naomi couldn’t find the words to argue. He was right. She had lied. She had misled him. She’d done exactly the thing she’d been lec- turing not to do. Dishonesty wouldn’t get anyone anywhere.
“So,” he said, nodding at her waist. “Take off that robe and bend over my knee.”
“What?”
“You are not deaf, and you are not stupid. A spanking is well deserved.”
Damn it, her ass tingled at the very thought of tipping over his lap and feeling his hand on her butt again.
“And you did tell me, or was it another lie, that spankings should be delivered as punishments?”
“No.” She shook her head, looked down at her bare feet on the white floor. “No, that wasn’t a lie.”
“Bad behavior is rewarded with a very sore and red bottom, am I right?”
“Yes.” She closed her eyes. There was no escape. She couldn’t run. Couldn’t fight. Another sore ass was in her future, her very near future.
“So take off that robe and bend over my knee. I won’t tell you again.”
She looked up at him. His expression was brooding and serious, and that sent a new shot of nerves through her. But if she didn’t obey, her spanking would be worse. She was sure of that. Siren had proven he was an alien of his word and an alien of principle.
Slowly she released the knot on her belt. It fell free and her robe drifted open. With a shrug, she knocked it from her shoulders and let it slide slowly down her arms, the material shimmying over her body before landing on the floor.
His eyes narrowed a little more, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips. His hands balled into fists, and he shifted on the chair.
He might be mad at her, but he couldn’t help his reactions to her body, not now he knew what she felt like when he was inside her.
That thought gave her some courage and she stepped up to him, her pulse thudding in her ears.
He snatched hold of her wrist. “You are about to feel every bit of my displeasure on your ass cheeks.”
Suddenly, she was tipping forward, then landing over his thick right thigh.
As the room flipped upside down and her ass became the highest part of her body, he trapped her into position with his other strong leg.
Her arms flailed until she found the floor. Then she steadied herself, her damp hair falling along either side of her face.
“When you are tempted to mislead me again,” Siren said, running his warm hand over her trembling buttocks. “You will think of this moment, of your poor vulnerable bottom right here, ready for me to spank until it is red and sore.”
She whimpered and closed her eyes. His touch was gentle at the moment, but soon it would sting like a swarm of bees. She knew that as well as she knew day followed night. Or did it up here? She didn’t know... “Ouch!”
She jolted as the first spank landed hard and covered both but- tocks. Air rushed from her lungs, and she curled her toes. Pain bloomed instantly over her flesh.
He administered another spank, then another, each slap a stinging connection that thoroughly intended to teach her a lesson.
“Siren, oh, that hurts so much...” She gasped.
“I know it does. The redness coming already on your skin tells me that.” He rubbed her ass cheeks as if admiring his handiwork.
She blew out a breath, a strand of hair huffing up with it.
“Argh! No, Siren.” Again she lurched forward as another slap landed, but she didn’t shift far. He had her held hostage between his legs.
She could go nowhere. Light-years from home, here she was being severely spanked for her wrongs. There was nothing she could do about it but try to tolerate the punishment with some grace and dignity.
Pressing her lips together, she braced for another connection of his palm on her delicate rump.
More spanks landed, his bigger hand now covering a larger surface area with each deft swipe. Her ass was heating fast, burning up. There was nothing graceful or dignified about having her bottom glowing bright red.
Again he stopped and caressed her ass cheeks. He stroked up her cleft, her back, then returned to her ass, setting his hand firmly over her scorched bum.
“Say you are sorry,” he said somberly.
“I am sorry. Really, I am sorry,” she said, her throat clogged with unspent yelps.
“And you will not lie to me again.”
“I will not.” She took a moment to bat away tears forming on her lower lids. “I promise.”
“Good. Remember this moment while you are over my knee, during the final stages of this punishment.”
The only words that registered were final stages



Tuesday, 13 April 2021

OUT NOW! ABDUCTED FOR PLEASURE #scifiromance #romance #eroticromance #ebook


It's release day for my steamy new, out of this world, kinky romance. Get your copy now!



ABOUT

When life hits a dead end, it’s time to reach for the stars.

Which is exactly what’s happened to Naomi. Fed up and stuck in a rut, she finds herself magically transported to another time and place. Her feet are no longer on the ground, her body no longer her own. She’s well and truly on a breathless, intergalactic, seductive adventure.

Because her alien abductor is all about pleasure—the science of pleasure—and Naomi just happens to be the key to the future satisfaction of thousands of Earth women. But will Siren ever see her as more than a specimen, an object to be studied? Or will she convince him she’s the one he needs at his side … forever. Only time will tell. Only fate will decide.



 

Saturday, 3 April 2021

Saturday Spankings TAMING HER #eroticromance #spankingromance #BDSM #newrelease

 


Welcome to Saturday Spankings, here's a few from my latest release TAMING HER.



ABOUT

When they were still in college, Ava Sontag ran away from her feelings for Griffin Dix. It was the biggest mistake of her life, and she thought she would never see him again. Until today...

Today he put her in handcuffs.

He's a police officer now and she's under arrest, but he's not bringing her back to the station.

After watching Ava put herself at risk with self-destructive behavior twice in one day, Griffin has decided that drastic action is warranted. She is coming home with him whether she likes it or not, and once there she will be taken in hand and given the stern correction she clearly needs.

But Griffin is planning to do much more than just bare Ava's bottom and spank her soundly. She is going to find out just how much desperately intense pleasure a dominant man can wring from her naked, helplessly bound body, and when he is done with her she will be well and truly tamed.


Ava chopped tomatoes and tossed them into a green salad.
Griff was outside lighting a gas barbeque he’d bought online.
She smiled; he’d been excited about its arrival, never having owned one before. They were going to cook steaks and sausages to christen it.
She reached for another juicy tomato—Griff’s neighbor had dropped off a homegrown pile—and sliced it. Contentment had washed over her the last few days. Being at the cottage instilled a holiday feeling. The sun shone from dawn till dusk, and the surroundings were picture perfect.
Griff was also pretty damn easy on the eye and since that first kiss, he had been more affectionate, though still stern. At least she hadn’t had to go over his knee again. Her bottom had taken a nice break from his palm.
A tune she remembered from two years ago came on the radio. A happy song about sand, sea, and sangria. It reminded her of being in Ibiza with Mel. They’d had a wild time, partied all night, slept on the beach all day. They’d hooked up with some posh lads from Chelsea who’d had limitless credit cards and were happy to take them to all the best clubs to dance to the best DJ tunes.
She sang along, swaying her hips. Suddenly she was back there in the disco lights, her head spinning, the beat of the music thumping through her chest like a pulse. It had been great... the best.
Licking her lips, she could taste the cocktails, the champagne, the wine.
Mmm, that was what she needed now. A glass of wine.
She glanced at Griff. He was still fiddling with his new toy.
A few days ago she’d spotted a bottle of red wine at the back of a cupboard. With a splash of lemonade it would be perfect with their meal—homemade sangria.
She tossed the last of the tomatoes into the salad, then stooped into the cupboard and retrieved the wine. Griff would complain, of course he would, harp on about her getting healthy. But he had to lighten up. She had no intention of being teetotal forever.
And it had been ages.
She set two glasses on the island beside the salad and poured a couple of inches of the Shiraz into each. She then popped the ring pull on a can of lemonade and filled them up. Perhaps she should chop some fruit to add to the authenticity.
A shadow stretched onto the floor.
She looked up.
Griff was standing at the end of the island. His chino shorts sat low on his hips, a brown leather belt holding them there. His chest was bare, his shoulders glistening where the sun had been shining on his smooth flesh.
He glared at her. “What the hell are you doing?”
A rush of heat flared on her temples, spreading over her scalp. Her heart skipped a beat. “Just... making us a drink.” She shrugged, going for nonchalance.
“With wine?”
“Yes, only a splash.”
“You’re not drinking at the moment, Ava. You know the rules.” He tilted his chin, his eyes piercing hers.
Her jaw clenched as irritation took hold. “It’s a sunny day, I’m in a holiday mood. I want a glass of sangria.” She lifted one of the glasses and watched the light refract through the ruby liquid.
“Put. That. Down.” His voice was low and rasping.
“You need to lighten up, Griff.” Her mouth watered for the taste of the drink. There was a party here that needed to get started.
“I do not need to lighten up. I need you to do as you’re told.”
His tone irked her—so damn dictatorial. What was he going to do if she drank the sangria? Spank her? Yes, probably, but it would be worth it, and if she drank enough she might not feel it.
“I’m warning you, Ava. Do not take one sip.”
“You can’t stop me.”
“Really?” He set his hands on the island, fists clenched, and hunched forward. “Is that what you honestly think?”
He looked like a giant, his face dark and menacing.
Well, she’d show him. She wasn’t scared. She’d do what the heck she wanted. She was an adult living in a free country.
She raised the glass to her lips. The sweet scent caught in her nostrils. She held his gaze. His eyes narrowed.
She took a sip. Her ass tingled—her body seeming to know what was coming. Oh, but the drink was divine. Fresh, cold, and fruity and as it sat on her tongue she was back in Ibiza.
But one sip was all she got. The glass was snatched from her hand and thrown into the sink.
It smashed with a loud, shocking crash.
The second glass joined it. Scarlet drips showering upward then raining over the white enamel and broken shards.
Ava gasped and scooted to the other end of the island. Her stomach clenched and a shot of adrenaline whooshed into her system.
He chased her, his jaw clamped.
But she was fast, and slipped farther away, sliding her hand over the granite and keeping the island between them. A barrier. She’d bet he wouldn’t jump over it to grab her. “Come here,” he demanded gruffly from the other side.
“No.”
“I mean it.” Fury dripped from every word. “Come here.”
“So you can spank me?” She shifted left then right, trying to judge which way he’d chase. “Not likely.”
“Too damn right I’m going to punish your naughty ass. You won’t sit down for a week.”
“Week, I won’t be here that long.” She really couldn’t be. She had to get out of the cottage. Flee back to Bristol. He was a madman. This had gone too far.
He rushed to the left.
She flew to the right and found the door to the hallway within reach. Quickly she raced toward it; she’d pelt along the drive, get out onto the road and escape.
She made it a full five paces before he wrapped his arm around her waist and hauled her into the air, slamming her back against his chest. “You annoying little brat.”
“Big bastard. Get off me.” She tried to peel his fingers from her arms. “I mean it. Get off.” 
“Why would you try and sabotage all we’ve achieved this week?” he snapped by her ear.
“We? Where did me going on a health kick have anything to do with you?” Still she writhed but his arms were a vise. There was no escape.
“Since you gave me permission to make it my business.” He hauled her to the table. Plonked her at the end with her feet facing it, then shoved at her shoulders. “Bend over.”
“No!”
But she didn’t have a choice. He flattened her to the surface and kept one hand squarely between her shoulder blades exerting a strong pressure to keep her there.
“Griff!” She twisted her neck to glare at him.
“Keep still.” He flicked her short dress upward, exposing her knickers. “Or I swear I’ll tie you to this damn table.”
Shit. He was serious, she could tell by the glint in his eyes.
Oh, what had she done? She’d pushed him way too far. Just because he’d been gentle and almost sweet the last few days she never should have forgotten that he was a stern, rule-obsessed dominant.
He dragged at her small cotton panties, pushing them roughly down to her knees.
She wriggled, trying to slide to the right and escape. All that happened was the panties fell to her ankles, pooling there in a tangle.
“Last chance. Keep still or I’ll tie you up.” Using his free hand he released his belt buckle. After sliding the leather from the metal he tugged the length from the loops.
“What... what are you doing?”
“I’m giving your brain something else to associate with drinking.” A tendon jerked in his cheek as he folded the belt in half and gripped the buckle end.
Fuck. He’s going to thrash me with that.
Before Ava could make a last effort to wriggle free, he’d pinned her in place again. A real sense of doom went through her. This was going to hurt... bad. Much worse than his hand.
“I suspect you’re thinking this is going to sting,” he said. “You’d be right. It will.”
“So leave me alone. I’m sorry, okay?”
For a split second his face softened. She saw Griff, not her nemesis, and remembered how amazing he could make her feel when he fucked her, when he was tender with her.
Her pussy quivered, a strange combination of fear and being turned on by him. He was like no other man she’d ever encountered, unrecognizable from the teen she’d strung along years ago.
Now he was the one stringing her along. She craved him, his attention, and his affection.
And then his focus shifted from her face to her ass. “Six strikes. You can count them.” “No, please.”
But it was useless; he drew his hand back, the leather loop menacing as he held it in the air.
She screwed up her eyes, waiting for impact.


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Wednesday, 24 March 2021

Threesome on Sale! #eroticromance #menage #MMF #ebooksale

MUSCLING IN is on SALE



ABOUT

My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place.

Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.

Edward Mooreland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?

One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes… I wanted it all.




London Menage is a set of three novels that are all very enjoyable as standalone reads. The only thing that connects them is the friendship between the girls. They're hot and steamy, and in Muscling In and A Fighter's Love the guys are into each other too!