Friday, 29 April 2022

COCKY BIKER - COMING SOON #MCromance #eroticromance #darkromance #hotbiker


Meet the Devil’s Barbarians, a notorious one-percenter MC. Debauchery, brawls, and bad boy charm, oh yeah, it’s all going down.




Wyatt Jones is one cocky SOB

Sure he’s hot. Sure he’s sexy as f…

But those cheesy chat up lines!

Am I really going to fall for them?

Fall for him?

I guess when he shuts up and gets down to business I could be persuaded.

Especially when he’s so damn good and being really freakin’ bad.


Belle Travis is a vision, a curvy sent-from-the-heavens goddess.

And I want her from the first moment I see her.

I have to have her.

And do I give a toss about her beefed up bodyguard and over protective brother?

Hell no!

I’m gonna give her the ride of her life, fulfil her fantasies, and show her there’s still good guys out there.

Even though most people would say I ain’t one of them.


Did you miss Book #1 - BADASS BIKER?

Read it now!

Thursday, 28 April 2022

TEARAWAYS is FREE #reverseharem #whychoose #complete series


Grab your copy of popular reverse harem novel TEARAWAYS for FREE only on AMAZON and only for a few days!

Free eBook for Everyone! #amreadingromance #eroticromance #hockeyromance #readforfree

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Sunday, 24 April 2022

Saturday, 23 April 2022

Saturday Spankings. SALE HOT ICE - 3 NOVELS 0.99 #spankingromance #hockeyromance #eroticromance


Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week a hot hockey player who is as swift to dole out a spank as he is to get the puck in the back of the net.

SLAP SHOT is part of this HOT ICE bundle currently on sale. All books fine as standalone reads.

Meet the captain of The Vipers.

*Usually 4.99, currently only 0.99 in US and UK


“I need you,” he said, harnessing both my wrists, lifting them over my head and trapping them against the wall in just one of his hands. 
“I need you, too,” I gasped as my fingers flexed and unflexed in his tight grip. 
He explored my waist and hips with his free hand, feeling me through the silky fabric of my dress. He squeezed my breasts a little roughly, enough to make me groan with part pleasure, part discomfort. I was getting wet for him, burning up for him. 
“How does this thing come off?” he asked, sucking in hurried, rasping breaths and tugging at my dress. 
“Zip, left side.” 
He fumbled until he found the slim catch for the zipper. With a quick yank it was down and my dress released and fell to the floor, bunching around my sandals and leaving me utterly naked and trapped against the wall. 
“Fuck, you weren’t kidding about the no underwear thing,” he muttered. 
Blood rushed to my face, my pussy and my breasts. Rick was so enormous, looming over me, owning me, taking me. The bass of the music was loud and thrummed through my ears but the sound of my own pulse racing was louder and faster. 
Rick gave me a quick, hard kiss then traveled down my throat, nipping at the cords of my neck. 
I groaned and squirmed, wanting more, wanting all of it. It was so exciting to be naked and pinned in place for his exploration. 
He tightened his hand on my right breast, squeezing and lifting it to his mouth. He suckled and licked, drawing the nipple to a stiff point. My knees weakened and my back arched into him as my body sought more sensation. I needed to orgasm, I needed more of the strange pleasure-infused emotions that surrendering to Rick gave me, allowing him to do what he wanted, the bite of erotic pain and the push to try something new. 
He straightened and cupped my chin in his palm. “You know what you’re going to get for teasing me, don’t you?” he asked with a wickedly smooth grin. 
I shook my head. My chest was heaving, my pussy quivering. 
His grin broadened. “A spank.” 
Instantly heat flooded my buttocks. The skin actually tingled and tightened just at the word spank. “But…but what if someone hears?” I asked in a shaky but excited voice. 
He let go of my chin and traced his fingertip downward, over my sternum, my belly and onto the slit of my pussy lips. “Over Mae’s noise, I don’t think so.” He smiled wider and dimples pitted his cheeks. “I take it you’d like it hot and fast on your butt, then.” 
Spank me, God, yes, please spank me again. 
I didn’t have a chance to answer with more than a brief nod because Rick scooped me up, took four ground-eating paces to the bed and sat at the edge with me over his knee. As the world turned upside down, my legs flailed and so did my arms, but he held me tight over his lap, my toes just touching the floor and my hands gripping the side of the bed. 
“Such a pretty ass,” he said, smoothing his calloused hand over the soft round globes. “I adore your ass, Dana, so pretty and pale.” He adjusted his legs and I fell farther over him, my breasts hanging loose, my body molding neatly to his thighs. My bare butt was the highest point of me but despite the vulnerable position I felt safe, I knew what was coming, I knew how Rick could make me feel when he brought me to climax this way. I writhed, feeling impatient and also embarrassed by my agonizing arousal and my desperate need to feel his hand sparking pain into my flesh. 
But he didn’t slap me. Instead he explored between my legs, his thick fingers sliding down the cleft in my buttocks, over my anus to my sopping pussy. I groaned and spread my legs wider. Opened my eyes and saw several loose tendrils of my updo brushing the carpet. 
He spread my juices with his fingertip, sinking into my needy pussy then reaching to fret my clit. I groaned, praying for release from the ache sizzling in my pelvis. 
I didn’t get relief. His finger trailed back up, rubbing at the smooth patch of skin between my entrance and my back hole, tenderly working it, gliding over it then finally resting over my tight rosebud. 
Clenching at the intimate touch, I wriggled and fisted the sheets I could reach. “Rick,” I gasped. 
“Shh,” he soothed. “Nothing unless you ask, baby.” He smoothed over the wrinkles of skin but didn’t penetrate me. Blood rushed to my head, fuddling my thoughts. But my overwhelming emotion was the memory of him touching me there before, probing my bottom at the moment of orgasm. It had been a wild ride of sensation, a split second of being completely owned and penetrated. Part of me wanted him to take the decision out of my hands, slip his digit into my forbidden entrance again. But part of me was too scared to take that step. 
Out of nowhere came a slap. It landed sharply against my right butt cheek, surprising me with its force. 
Instantly the hot bloom shot to my clit. I bit my bottom lip, not wanting to make any more noise than we were. Though Rick was right, the music was at night-club level, no one would hear a thing. I groaned and whimpered as his rough hand smoothed over the pain, stroking where he’d just seared tender skin. 
As suddenly as the first a second blow rained down, left cheek this time. Flames of heat scorched across my skin, melting through my flesh to my pussy and clit. The need to both clutch the pain and writhe from it was equal. 
More slaps hit. Fast, stinging strokes that held controlled power. My pussy was weighted, engorged, my clit aching, begging for stimulation. I winced at each slap, yet thrust up my ass for the next. Begging for it. Needing it. 
“Oh baby, that’s it,” Rick said in a gritty voice. “Absolutely fucking perfect.” 

Friday, 22 April 2022

Sunday, 17 April 2022

"RECKLESS is hot!" #scifiromance #mmf #menageatrois #alienromance


If you love a bit of MMF sci-fi don't miss RECKLESS (a bit of a blast from the past to be honest) steamy menage set in a galaxy far far away!

Thursday, 7 April 2022

SHARED & SHARED TOO - steamy #menage #ebook #romance #sexy


SHARED & SHARED TOO have been on Amazon Kindle Unlimited for years, but now they're available on multiple platforms! Meet Ariane, Liam and Quinn and dive into their sexy world.

Saturday, 2 April 2022

Saturday Spankings #free #erotic #eroticromance #BDSM


Welcome to Saturday Spankings. A FREE kinky first in series for you this week. Check out THE NOVICE, first in the critically acclaimed SEXY AS HELL series. There's spanking in this one, and just about every other kink you can imagine as the series progresses, then there's the 3 spin-off stories...phew!

“This is what’s going to happen,” I said sternly. “While you watch the show, you’re going to imagine yourself screwing The Harlequin. Not boring old missionary, something kinky, anal perhaps, if that’s your secret thing. And I’m going to make your arse a wonderful bright red.”
“You’re, you’re going to spank me…Mistress?”
“Yes, because quite honestly, Victor, you deserve it. After standing me up last night, not using the plug when I told you to, and then all that skiving and sending dirty emails when you should have been working, you really do need to take your punishment.” I leaned closer so my lips caressed his earlobe. “You’ve been bad. Really bad, and for that you must take the consequences, but…I’m pretty damn sure it will get you off.”
He looked at me, taking his attention from The Harlequin, who was reaching into a black-and-white chequered box.
“The show,” I snapped, whacking his arse again.
His cock grew in my other hand. Yes, I had him.
He looked through the window.
“Let the heat spread,” I murmured in a softer tone. “Harness that pain and add it to your arousal. It will feel fucking fantastic when you come.” I kissed the bottom curve of his neck. “Trust me.”
The Harlequin had taken a long, plastic snake out of the box now and placed its fake rubbery body over those luscious big tits as the swaying dance routine began. 
Briefly I let go of Victor’s cock, but only to reach for a paddle from my handbag. There was no way my palm would cope with the beating I intended for my little virgin.
“A bit wider.” I nudged at his feet, and he broadened his stance. “You remember my middle name?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Use it if you need to.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The dance was slow to start with, lots of snake-tit action going on as The Harlequin moved past each window, stopping to press the assets that were the star of the show against the panes. When hard nipples, the size of Christmas baubles, squished in front of Victor, I applied the first stroke.
The flesh-on-wood noise rang around the room. He shifted forwards but quickly back. The snake, I swear, was giving him the eye, even though it wasn’t real.
My pussy was damp, my skin flushed, and I had Victor just where I wanted him. Obedient, naked and enjoying a show that would shock the hell out of him. How far would he let me go? What would it take for him to snap?
“Yes, that’s it,” I said. “Show me you’re the type of man who can stand up and take the pain.”
The Harlequin moved on. I hit Victor again, setting up a steady rhythm that I knew would make the strikes blur into one hot mass of torment.
I glanced down. His buttocks were rapidly becoming a fiery red, his cock engorged, bobbing between his belly and the wall beneath the window.
For a moment I wondered if I should paddle him and suck him off at the same time, but I was enjoying watching his expression too much. The Harlequin had poked the end of the toy snake into small red-and-blue striped panties, the head disappearing from view.
“Jesus, is she going to use that long thing as a dildo?” Victor asked, his voice strained like his throat had contracted.
I felt sorry for him, gripped his cock and wanked him slowly, so he had somewhere to direct the pain my paddle was doling out. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s a bit big.”
“Yeah, but you’re hard as a damn steel rod. It’s turning you on, imagining that really happening.”
He blew out a breath, gritted his teeth. “Fuck, that hurts, you know? What you’re doing.”
“Yes, but you deserve it.” I increased the pace, to show that I meant it.
He gasped. “To be hurt? Does anyone deserve to be hurt?”
“Yes,” she snapped.
“Yes, and this is good hurt so stop whining.”
“If you say so… Mistress.”
I whacked even harder, ignoring the ache building in my arm.
“Ah, fucking hell.” He canted his hips forwards and sucked in a breath, the air hissing around his teeth.
“So just come then it will all be over,” I said a little breathlessly.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes, fucking hell, Victor, that’s the idea.”
He removed his hands from the window. Went to reach for me.
“No,” I shouted and stepped back. “Don’t fucking move.”
That muscle jumped in his cheek. He hesitated and then turned back to the window and placed his palms on the glass. He stared at The Harlequin, who was lying down and writhing as if on the way to climax. Damn, it was a freaky show, that’s why it was only performed once a fortnight. It just didn’t have the following.
I started up my paddling again, arousal spinning in my brain, tugging my sex and making my panties damper. I knew Victor was turned on, he was just fighting it.
His beaten arse was a glorious shade of scarlet, the skin rippling on each strike. His cock held a drip of pre-cum, and he was panting through the pain. I had him on the edge of his boundary. I was pretty damn sure I had.
The Harlequin’s orgasm arrived, the shrieks of pleasure swirling into our small room.
“Oh, God,” Victor groaned.
“That’s it,” I said, “come, come for me now and take all this pain with you.”