Tuesday, 11 May 2021

CRAVED BY THEM - COVER REVEAL

 


Look, Look, coming soon CRAVED BY THEM the full-length novel requested after the release of the short story featuring Corey and her sexy vampire police!


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Sexy vampire police serving the streets of London. 
Really? 
Hell yeah, you’d better believe it!

The Worshipful Company of the Ancient Order was created at the beginning of vampire memory. Its goal to enforce law and order over blood-thirsty paranormal existences.
To do this, a secret elite group was created known as The Ancient Ones. Their word on the street goes, they are trusted to preserve human life and fight enemies to the death.
What experienced DI Corey Tatum hadn’t been expecting was that The Ancient Ones were to be her new team. 
Intelligent—tick. Gorgeous—tick. Sexy—tick. Soon to be in love and lust with her—tick.
This is no ordinary case, and these are no ordinary policemen. Will Corey ever be able to return to a normal life? Or will her heart, body, and soul crave those who crave her?

COMING SOON.
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Saturday, 1 May 2021

THE VIKING'S CAPTIVE now on audio book #iTunes #audible #amazonaudible #eroticromance #vikingromance

 


Welcome to Saturday Spankings it's great that you've stopped by for a few swift ones! My popular Viking novel THE VIKING'S CAPTIVE has just been released as an audio book. Brilliantly narrated by Tabitha Rayne the story comes to life with her gorgeous rich accent and I can't wait for you to hang out with Halvor and Duna as they explore their new life together as Master and captive.



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After her village is raided by Vikings and she is carried off and taken as a slave by one of the marauding Norseman, twenty-one-year-old Duna learns the hard way that her best attempts at defiance will merely earn her a painful, humiliating spanking. More shameful still is the inspection of her naked, helplessly aroused body which follows the strict chastisement.

Though he does not hesitate to punish his new slave's bottom both inside and out when her behaviour warrants it, Halvor cannot deny the effect Duna's innocence and beauty have on him, and before long he has decided to make her his wife and claim her virgin body properly. But when a man from her village tracks her down, will Duna choose to stay by Halvor's side?


Halvor watched Duna move to the rock, her hips swaying beneath the new tunic dress. He was full of exasperation. Why had she not done as she’d been told? She’d risked herself by coming to the lake without telling him. How could he protect her if he didn’t know where she was? He’d vowed to protect her, and he was not a man who broke his word.
She reached the rock and bowed her head, staring down at its smooth gray surface. “Can I ask you one thing?” she said, with a shake in her voice.
“You may.”
“Please, do not draw my blood.”
Draw her blood? What did she think he was? A barbarian?
“Of course not.”
She turned to him, her pretty eyes wide, and her hair catching on the wind. “You won’t?”
“No, Duna. I have no desire to see your blood, one drop on your heel is enough to last me a lifetime.”
Her shoulders seemed to relax a little, though her small hands remained clenched.
“I swear I will not spill your blood, slave,” he said, his voice a little softer, “but you must learn to obey me and know there are consequences when you do not.”
“I understand that now, Master.”
“Then this could be, and it’s in your hands, little Celt, your last punishment.”
“Yes, Master.” Her eyes were a little glazed, as if filling with tears. “I just hope it doesn’t pain me too much.”
His heart lurched. He didn’t want to bring her pain, but it was the way of masters and their thralls. She’d have to endure what he planned. There was no way around it.
He stepped up close to her. A single tear was rolling down her cheek.
He caught it on his thumb, then drew it to his mouth. It was warm and salty. “I will not give you more pain than you can bear.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“And when it’s over, it’s over, we’re on a clean slate. You will have learned your lesson and I will have forgiven you.”
She nodded.
“Good.” He folded his arms, and was aware of her attention straying to his bare torso. Did his physique please her? Or was she looking at his muscles and hoping he wouldn’t unleash his full power on her? “Now it’s time for you to submit, Duna. Pull up your dress.”
She hesitated.
“You are making it worse for yourself.”
She blinked rapidly a few times, swallowed, then tugged her dress up to her knees. “Higher than that, Duna. You know what I need access to.”
Her expression was full of apprehension. He knew if he were to stoop and remove a shoe she’d be less nervous, at least she’d know what she was in for. But he didn’t want to use his shoe on her ass, not today.
Her fingers were shaking as she raised the dress up to her waist.
He took his time enjoying the way her new undergarment hugged her ass. “Now bend forward, both hands on the rock.”
He was pleased when she did as he’d asked, without complaint or hesitancy.
“Now push your bottom up, so I can get to it.” He placed his hand on the hollow of her back, forcing it into a deep arch. “Up.”
Her buttocks rose pleasingly. They were small but rounded, a good handful.
“Master,” she gasped.
“And your feet apart,” he said. “It will help you stay upright when the going gets tough. Lock your knees too.”
She whimpered but did it.
Halvor could wait no longer. He wanted her ass, his hands on it, and his gaze upon it. He wanted it pink, so pink she’d never leave the farm again without his knowledge.
Gripping the waist of her undergarment, he dragged it down.
She gasped and raised her head as her buttocks were exposed to the elements.
“You have such a pretty ass,” he said, giving into temptation and running his right hand over it. “It’s almost a shame to have to punish it.”
“Then don’t, Master.”
“You know as well as I do that cannot happen.” Her flesh was so smooth and warm, his big hand dark and powerful in contrast to it. He’d have to be careful not to push her too far.
“I’m going to start now,” he said after exploring her creamy buttocks and the tops of her thighs. “You should brace yourself.”
She tensed further.
His first spank wasn’t heavy; he’d rather err on the side of caution.
She grunted and shifted forward.
“Keep still,” he said, sliding his left hand up her back. He gathered her hair into a rough bunch and held it taut, so he had her exactly where he wanted her. He swatted her again, over the first spank.
She hissed in a breath, but didn’t move this time.
“That’s it, make me proud with how well you can accept a punishment, Duna. Make me proud.”
I will always hate you.
He frowned as her words came back to him. He slapped her again, the opposite cheek. She cried out.
He wasn’t surprised; that one had hurt his palm. But it didn’t stop him and he delivered four more fast strokes, equally as sharp.
“Master,” she gasped, going up onto her toes. “Please.”
“You have not learned your lesson yet.” He rubbed over his handprints, which were blooming on her skin. “Nowhere near.”


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Thursday, 29 April 2021

Kinky Viking anyone? #audiobook #audible #iTunes #historicalromance #eroticromance

 


Yes, that's right, THE VIKING'S CAPTIVE has been released as an audio book. Brilliantly narrated by Tabitha Rayne who brings this kinky story deliciously to life, you can find it on Amazon 
Audible and iTunes. Enjoy!



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Friday, 23 April 2021

Monday, 19 April 2021

ABDUCTED FOR PLEASURE - Meet the characters!

 

CHAPTER ONE

Naomi linked arms with Beth and Tanya and pulled her two friends close. “I’m so excited for this night out. It’s been so long.”

“I know. Like, seriously, what’s been happening with you guys?” Tanya asked. She’d already had a glass of wine before they’d hit the town of Skipton in Yorkshire, and her cheeks were flushed, her blue eyes sparkling.

“Nothing much,” Beth said. “Well, you know, Netflix and chilling with Rory.”

“We know what that’s code for.” Naomi laughed, the sound competing with her heels clacking on the pavement. She’d gone for a strappy curve-hugging black number with a low back. Her blonde hair swished against her shoulders, warm on her flesh in the cooling air.

Tanya giggled. “Indeed we do.”

“Ah, you’re just jealous,” Beth said.

“Too damn right I am,” Naomi said. The great thing about Beth and Tanya was they’d all been friends since college. Bumbled through good and bad times, highs and lows, and they could say anything to each other. Being honest was a privilege Naomi appreciated after her family bust-up. Back then honesty had been a curse. “Since Pete and I split up I’ve been on a sex drought, well, apart from that one-night stand.” Naomi groaned.

“Peter was cute,” Tanya said, flicking her long blonde hair over her shoulder. “Bit young, maybe.”

“Way too young. I taught him a thing or two, though.” Naomi chuckled, remembering the fun they’d had. He’d been up for trying a few “new for him” things. He’d applied his hand to spanking but hadn’t really put his heart into it despite her telling him to. He’d let her tie him up. That had been interesting. He’d been a pleasure to tease. And anal sex reduced his stamina to zero. One slip to full depth and that was it. She wondered if he’d upped his stamina since that night. Not that she was interested in finding out. Naomi knew what she needed in a man. Someone strong, determined, passionate, and not afraid to take absolute control when she didn’t feel like holding the reins in her life for a while.

But would she ever find a guy like that, here in a small town in the middle of England? She knew everyone, didn’t she? The good ones were taken. Rory was one of them. Beth had gotten lucky. Perhaps it was her red hair and long legs? But Naomi and Tanya were still waiting for their knight in shining armor to ride along the high street and whisk them off their feet, take them to new dimensions, new heights, and hopefully new sophisticated realms of ecstasy.

They pushed into Grapes Ahoy wine bar. The scent of perfume and cologne filled the air. The conversation was loud, the crowd jostling to be served.

“Damn, no seats,” Beth said.

“What?” Tanya shouted. 

The noise was deafening.

“No. Seats.”

“Shit.” Naomi glanced around. What a pain. She really needed a good gossip with her two best friends. “Shall we go somewhere else? All That Jazz, perhaps?”

“Yes, I like it there,” Beth said, clutching the strap of her sparkly red handbag. “Come on.”

“Definitely.” Tanya pulled a face.

“What is it?” Naomi asked.

“Dickhead is over there.” Tanya gestured with her eyes.

Naomi looked. Sure enough, Tanya’s ex, Billy, stood at the bar with his new girlfriend. He’d tried to grow a beard, but it was patchy and pale, sprouting mainly from his chin. He’d changed his spectacles, too, small round ones that really didn’t suit him. “Uh, yes, come on.”

Naomi wrapped her arm around Tanya, knowing her emotions would be reeling from seeing the cheating rat. “Forget about him. We’ll have much more fun at Jazz’s.”

“Yeah, and less stink in the air.” Tanya tutted, smoothing the front of her little black dress.

They rushed out onto the street again. The cool evening embraced Naomi’s bare legs and arms. It was September and, although the day had been warm, now that the end of the month was approaching a chill had descended.

“Shall we get an Uber?” Tanya asked.

“No, we can walk.” Beth glanced at everyone’s feet. “Can’t we?”

“Yes, I’m happy to. Been sat at a desk all day.” Naomi groaned. “God, I hate that job.”

“Did you hear back from that other one, the one you interviewed for?” Tanya asked as they started walking.

“Only to tell me I hadn’t got it.”

“Damn.” Beth tutted. “Did they give a reason?”

“Yeah, they had someone more suitable.” She sighed. It was beyond depressing. “I don’t know what else to do. I’ve got the qualifications, the experience, and decent references. I am suitable. All I need is a chance at marketing. The call center is so mind-numbingly boring.”

“It will happen, as long as you don’t stop applying,” Tanya said.

“I just hope that’s before I hit retirement age.” She laughed to lighten the mood. This was supposed to be a fun get-together, not a moan about how life was stagnant. That her problems—single, stuck in a rut with her job, asshole landlord, credit card bills—were the same now as they had been two years ago.

And it wasn’t like she hadn’t tried to flip things around—she had, plenty. Luck, destiny, fate, or whatever it was just didn’t appear to be on her side.

“Shall we take the shortcut, over the park?” Tanya said.

“It’s too dark,” Beth worried.

“Let’s do it. I need wine.” Naomi headed down the alleyway between Sparks and Boots. The glow of the streetlamps faded quickly as they left the main road.

The sound of their heels echoed off the brick walls. The musty air hung heavy. Naomi hoped she wouldn’t step in anything unsavory.

And then they were spat out into the park. A wide expanse of grass that was full of kids kicking balls during the day, and at one end a skateboard ramp that was a hub of after-school activity. Now it was deserted, except for a lone cat that shot past them and into a hedgerow.

“Fuck,” Tanya said, pressing her hand to her chest. “Scared the crap out of me that stupid cat did.”

“You’re always so nervy in the dark,” Beth said.

“Yeah, well, things go bump in the night, don’t they.” She glanced around as they walked over the grass, their footsteps now silent. “And weirdos lurk in places like this, waiting to grab girls like us.”

“You really think so?” Naomi asked, the dewy blades of grass dampening her toes and clinging to her pink nail varnish.

“Yeah, it’s always on the news. Sick fucks who grab women walking alone at night. They take them prisoner.”

“And then what?” Naomi asked.

“Sex slaves.” Tanya nodded seriously. “That’s what they want us for. Put us in a basement, tied up, and use our bodies for their own warped amusement.”

“Might be the only way I get some.” Naomi laughed, even though she knew it was an inappropriate joke.

“Rory would come and find me,” Beth said.

“What if he couldn’t find you?” Tanya asked.

“Phone tracker app.” Beth tapped her handbag. “Find-my-friend thing.”

“Wow, so he always knows where you are?” Naomi asked.

“Yeah, so, not like I’m anywhere I shouldn’t be.” She huffed. “We are completely honest with each other about everything.”

“No secrets at all?” Naomi looked up at the sky. The stars were out in force, a billion tiny silver stitches sewn into the velvety night. “Not one?”

“Not one,” Beth said proudly. “We’ve promised each other that.”

“I’m happy for you,” Naomi said. “To have found the person you’re meant to be with.” She squinted at one star. It was glowing much brighter than the others.

“We were written in the stars,” Beth said, sweeping her hand upward. “Meant to be.”

“Talking of stars,” Tanya said. “What’s going on with that one?”

Naomi stopped. The one she’d been studying was still getting brighter, bigger too. Tanya had obviously seen it as well. “Perhaps it’s a satellite.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Beth cupped her hands around her eyes as if zooming in on it. “But … if it is…”

“It’s off course,” Naomi finished. “It’s off its orbit.”

“Shit, do you think it’s going to crash into Earth, like a meteor?” The pitch of Tanya’s voice had gone up a notch.

“Maybe it is a meteor?” Naomi glanced around. Was there anywhere to take cover? Not really. They were in the middle of the football pitch.

“It’s bloody big.” Beth gulped. “We should go … or … call someone or…”

Naomi knew Beth was talking sense. Something big and bright was heading their way fast. But her feet didn’t move. She was glued to the spot, staring up at it with her neck cricked and eyes wide.

“We’re going to go the same way as the dinosaurs,” Tanya cried out, taking a step back but then stopping in her tracks. “Extinct. The end of mankind. We’re all doomed.”

Naomi continued to stare upward. The bright light was approaching rapidly, the speed phenomenal. Terror and curiosity warred inside her. Her heart thudded. Her breaths were coming fast and shallow.

And then, suddenly, just when the star filled her vision and seemed about to plummet into the earth, it stopped getting bigger.

She gulped. It was the size of a warehouse now, hovering over them. “What the…?”

A strange buzzing filled her ears, overtaking her mind. It was louder than her thoughts, and a frequency she wasn’t familiar with.

Tanya gripped her hand. 

She squeezed it back.

The light was blinding white, hot on her cheeks and forehead. It hurt her eyes, but she couldn’t stop staring at it.

Beth sobbed and her shoulder bumped Naomi’s. Then blackness and silence swallowed Naomi up, and her mind misted over—foggy, quiet, and peaceful.


* * * *


Beep. Beep. Beep.

The constant tinny sound invaded Naomi’s lethargic brain. It grew in volume, each blip getting louder until she could no longer ignore it.

What the heck is it? 

She knew it wasn’t her phone or alarm clock.

She peeled her eyes open a crack, then quickly closed them again, searing light still stinging her retinas.

Moaning, she lifted her right arm to shield her eyes. But a cold, hard banding held her wrist in place.

She pulled harder, grunted, managed to open her eyes again.

“What the?” she muttered, dragging at her arm but still unable to move it. She did the same with her left, but that, too, was held in place.

“Ah, you are awake. This is a good sign.” A deep male voice came from her left. “Try and stay relaxed.”

She flicked her head around, still blinking in the bright overhead lighting. Her heart was thumping so hard she was sure it was going to burst right out of her chest. Her throat was dry, and she’d had to peel her tongue from the roof of her mouth. How long had she been out of it? Had she been drugged or something?

Gradually the room, and the man, came into focus. He was tall, with dark brown hair and broad shoulders, and dressed entirely in black clothing. He faced away from her, his hands moving over what appeared to be a clear screen hovering in mid-air.

She swallowed, licked her lips. “Let me go. Now.”

“I’m sorry, but we’re not at that stage yet.”

She cleared her throat. “I mean it. Let me go … now.” Again she yanked at the bindings on her wrists. Her arms were out to the sides, resting on a cool surface.

It was then she realized she was utterly naked except for a light sheet.

Fear escalated. Her stomach clenched. What the hell was going on? This was one of the sick fucks Beth had talked about. Why hadn’t she taken it more seriously? And where the hell were Beth and Tanya?

She shifted her legs, knowing instantly they were also harnessed in place. The same cool metallic band was wrapped around her ankles.

Pressing her thighs together, she rotated her wrists and feet, wondering if she could escape.

“You should lay still,” he said, his accent indistinguishable, soft, vowels round. “Hyper-sleep, even a short one, always takes a few minutes to recover from.”

Hyper-sleep. The bastard had drugged her. “Let me go, please. I need to get home.” She paused. “People will be looking for me. They’ll have called the police. The police will come searching.”

Would they? Would anyone miss her? Call her disappearance in? Other than Tanya and Beth—who she feared were also in some kind of predicament—then no, there wasn’t anyone. It was the sorry state of her life, to be without family. A family whose addictions had meant eventually she’d had to cut ties to save herself. 

A familiar pain tugged her heart. She pushed the memories aside.

Oh, but Rory, yes, he’d find Beth with her phone app thing. Then he’d find her and Tanya, too … surely.

“I am not concerned about people searching for you.” He tapped the screen, silencing the beeping that had been drumming in time with the beat of her heart.

“You should be. This is against the law, you know.” Again she fought her binds. The bench, or table, or bed she was on rattled. “Let me go. I want to go home.”

“You will go home, Naomi, when I have finished with you. That’s a promise.”

He turned.

She stilled. The sheet slipped, exposing her feet.

He was the most handsome man she’d ever seen. Far from a creepy abductor with a dodgy mustache, questionable skin, and evil eyes, he had a perfectly symmetrical face, straight nose, wide mouth, strong jawline, and pale blue eyes.

He smiled. His teeth were neat and white. Small lines shot from his eyes to his temples, softening his chiseled features.

She was further disarmed, confusion swarming within her. He shouldn’t look the way he did.

“I really do promise,” he said, stepping closer. “You will be returned to your home unharmed.”

“When?” No, that’s not what she should say. “Now, take me now. I demand that you do.”

He reached for the white sheet and re-covered her feet with it. “I’m afraid that’s impossible. We have research to perform.”

“Research? What kind of bloody research? And where are my friends?” Her voice grew louder. Panic gripped her in a tight band. Her friends meant everything to her. “Let me go, you bastard. Now.”

He folded his arms and appeared to be waiting for her to get the rant out of her system. That just made Naomi madder, her blood hotter.

“I mean it, creepo. I’ll have your arse tossed in jail for this. I’ve got friends in high places, you know.” She didn’t, but he didn’t know that. “My uncle is a judge, and my godfather is chief of police.” Would that do it? It was worth a try.

“I’m afraid that is of no consequence.” He turned to the floating screen that was peppered with graphs and numbers, some moving like a heart monitor. “And you really should keep calm. There are residual drugs in your system.”

“I knew it.” She battled the anchors around her wrists and ankles. “Another thing to add to your list of crimes.” Oh, she’d have him for this, she really would. She’d get the hell out of there, then make sure he spent his life behind bars. She personally would throw away the key. And wouldn’t the other arsehole prisoners have a great time with a pretty boy like him. He’d never be able to take a shower without terror.

“Naomi, please.” He set his hand over her thigh, pressing the cool sheet to her skin. “I can assure you criminal activity is not my intent. The opposite, in fact.”

“What do you mean?” His hand was warm on her tensed muscles. “Explain yourself, and fast.”

He blew out a breath and ran his hand up her leg to rest on her hip point. “You have been chosen, along with your friends, for some very important Kraken research.”

“Kraken?” She clenched her fists. What the bloody hell was Kraken? “Where are my friends? I want to see them. I demand to see them.”

“That’s not possible, but they are quite well.” He set his hand over her balled fists as if willing her to release them. “Another promise I make to you. Your friends will not be harmed either.”

“They better not be because if they are, I’ll—” The very thought twisted her soul.

“I appreciate that you are very loyal to them, a quality I admire.” He moved a lock of hair that had fallen over the corner of her eye. His touch was gentle, reverent, caring.

She flicked her head away. “Get off me.” What was he playing at? Gentleman now, then he’d spin on a penny and be a crazed rapist. She’d bite him, first chance she got. Draw blood, hopefully catch an artery, then scream the damn place down until help arrived.

“You are a human female,” he said. 

“What? Yes, of course I am.” Yep, right weirdo. 

He smiled again, a charming tilt of his lips that made him more handsome than any top A-list actors in Hollywood. “Which makes you perfect, Naomi, for our needs.”







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.


To find out how Ava copes with her punishment...
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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!





 

Saturday, 20 March 2021

Saturday Spankings - TAMING HER #SatSpanks #eroticromance #FSOG #BDSMromance

 


Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week I have a steamy snippet from my new release TAMING HER - get stuck in!


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.




She stared at his heavy eyebrows, stern eyes, and the flare of his nostrils. The man was bloody serious. Whatever he was about to do, he was determined to do it.
Her dress dragged over her buttocks, exposing them. She wore a thin purple thong. “Griff!” “And I don’t mind if you cry out,” he said, “my neighbors are a good distance away.” 
“Why would I cry out, I... ouch!” A searing pain had landed over her right buttock. The spatula connecting with her flesh...hard.
She danced on her toes, heat spreading over her skin. “You fucking bastard. You good for
nothing twat, I hope you rot in hell for that, Griff Dix, I really do, I... oh!”
He’d slapped her again, on the other buttock. Pain flashed in a white-hot explosion. The
spatula was damn wicked for such an innocuous-looking object.
“Bloody hell! You’re a right piece of work, an asshole in the biggest sense. I’ll get you for
this... ah!”
He’d done it again. Both cheeks in fast succession. Hard thwacks that shifted the air a split
second before the connection.
“What the heck are you doing, you moron? You big fucking oaf. I’ll see you hang... argh!
Ouch! Ouch!” She was dancing on her toes, twisting this way and that to get away from the spanks raining down on her poor buttocks.
“Keep hurling abuse at me and you’ll keep being punished.”
She clamped her lips together and closed her eyes. The indignity of having her dress hiked up and her bottom smacked was almost too much to bear—and by Griff Dix of all people.
“Bastard!” She twisted her head. “Fucking bastard.”
“You will learn to behave.” His jaw was tight, his eyes narrow. “If it’s the last damn thing I do.”
He set his hand on her belly, and his thick leg in front of hers held her still.
She tried to get away, but it was to no avail. Tucking her bottom in was no help either. She was his target and he took aim. Over and over again.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
The spatula flew fast and wicked against her bottom. The heat was intense. It went up her back, down her legs, and buzzed in her clit.
She threw her head back and groaned. Lights flashed behind her eyelids—the pain a wild and bright sensation holding her body hostage.
“Please, no more.”
He ceased punishing her bottom. “Have you finished with the foul language?”
“What does my fucking language matter to you?” She kept her head back, eyes closed. 
Slap. Slap.
“Shit!” She jolted forward.
“Your language is not becoming, Ava.”
“Are we in the goddamn Victorian era? Not becoming?”
“No, we’re in present day, my grandmother would not like that language in her kitchen.” 
“She probably wouldn’t like you beating a woman either.”
“I am not beating you. I am disciplining you, Ava. There is a big difference.” He clasped
her chin and forced her head to come level. “Open your eyes.” 
She did.
“Now look into mine.” He paused while she focused. “I am in complete control, this spanking isn’t being done out of anger, there’s no red mist. I will do nothing more than give you a red blush to your sweet behind.”
“So why do it?” She swallowed down a lump in her throat that threatened to become a sob. She didn’t want to cry again, the way she had when she’d fled Ruby’s. If she let the tears start they might not stop.
“Because you’ve never been made to walk the line by anyone. Now it’s time. And if I’m the only one willing to take you in hand, then you’re stuck with me.” He smoothed the cool, flat end of the spatula over first her right buttock then her left. “Do you need more?”
“No. No.” A rush of anger squeezed her chest. “Not that. No more on my ass.” She leaned closer, so close their noses almost touched. “But why don’t you just get it out of your system, Griff?”
His eyes narrowed, his eyelashes almost touching. “What? Get what out of my system?” 
“Just fucking fuck me,” she whispered, “that’s what you brought me here for, isn’t it?”


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