~~~ ALPHA DADDY ~~~ ~~~ AVA SINCLAIR ~~~

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AVA SINCLAIR

is visiting today, along with her take-charge

ALPHA DADDY

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When alpha wolf Lakota Longtree sees a grizzly stalking a young woman in the Alaskan wilderness, he intervenes just in time. But the beast is no ordinary bear. He is a shifter of a different clan, an ancient enemy of Lakota’s people, and Bear will not be satisfied until he has tracked down and killed the woman he perceives as a threat. Lakota’s only choice is to make her a member of his pack, but that will mean teaching the headstrong girl that an alpha expects to be obeyed.

Biologist Carly Fowler has never put much stock in myths and legends, but after the ruggedly handsome man who so recently saved her life transforms into a wolf before her eyes, she is forced to accept that what he says is true. There is a terrifying creature hunting her and Lakota and his pack can keep her safe, but that will mean submitting to a stern, dominant alpha who will not hesitate to soundly punish her any time he feels it necessary.

Lakota gives Carly no time to ponder her situation, nor does he give her a choice in the matter. She will live with him until he is sure she is no longer in danger, and during that time she will do as she is told or face the consequences. It isn’t long before Carly’s defiant attitude earns her a painful, embarrassing spanking over Lakota’s knee, but despite her fury at being punished in such a fashion she cannot help yearning for him to take her hard and thoroughly.

Over the coming days, Lakota takes on the role of Carly’s firm but loving daddy, providing the structure and discipline she requires to adjust to her new life. Soon enough, however, his need for her becomes overwhelming, and he claims her as his mate, mastering her more completely than she would have ever thought possible. But will her presence end up tearing his pack apart?

 

EXCERPT

He raised his arm and brought the switch down hard, and Carly howled as the blow left a burning line of pain in its wake. Lakota kept a hand on the small of her back, holding her easily in place. Carly’s position on the rock had her leaning slightly forward, and as the switch painted welt after welt on her nates, Carly began to kick wildly in an effort to get free. The sight of her plump sex between her legs was almost more than Lakota could stand, and even though she was sobbing for mercy, his heightened senses picked up the heady pheromones which told him that part of her was responding sexually to his correction.
There were nearly a dozen thin welts crisscrossing her bottom now, and he added one more for good measure before tossing the switch away and pulling her to standing. Lakota sat on the rock as he forced her to face him, waiting for Carly’s wails to subside before addressing her.
“That’s why you do as your told,” he said, pointing in the direction the bear had run. “You know better, Carly. So why don’t you tell me why you ran? Do you like putting yourself in danger?” He paused, gently pushing his fingers between her thighs. “Or was part of you hoping I’d stop you?”
“That’s ridiculous!” She spat the words through her tears, angrily wiping away tears with the back with one hand as she rubbed her welted bottom with the other.
“Is it?” he asked. He took hold of her shoulders and locked his gaze onto hers. “I don’t have to touch a woman to tell when she’s sexually excited.”
His words seemed to shock her into momentary silence. “That’s a hell of a thing to say from a man who considers himself a father figure.”
“Well, maybe that’s because we comprehend two different things in the term,” he said. “As leader, I consider myself a father figure to the whole pack. And a pack leader can mate with a female he protects.”
The presence of pheromones in the air was heavier now.
“If you think I want you in that way…” she said, but her voice was quavering, and her skin was flushed, and then her eyes widened as his fingers moved between her legs to reveal what she’d been trying to hide even from herself.
“You’re wet, Carly,” he said. “You want me. Admit it. You want me as much as I want you.” He paused. “I wanted you from the moment I saved you from Bear. I’ll fight any beast that tries to claim you. But I fear I cannot fight the one that longs to claim your body.”
It surprised him to find she kept herself shaved, and now as he slipped first one finger, then two, past the slick folds of her inner flower, her body seemed to draw him in, and she moaned as he probed her tight, hot pussy. Carly was whimpering as her hips followed the motion of his hand, even as she buried her face in his chest and fisted his shirt.
“No. No. No,” she said. “This is wrong.”
“It’s not wrong,” he said. “I am your kind. Even if you do not have the gift, we are drawn to one another. I am made for you, Carly. You are made for me. It was meant for us to get together, my little one. I was meant to guide you, to protect you, both as a father figure and as your lover.”

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Ava Sinclair is a #1 Amazon bestselling author of erotic romance, including Big Beautiful Little, Bride of the Trogarians and Her Highland Guardian. She caters to readers who enjoy smart writing and stories that offer engaging plot with just the right amount of steam.

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Ava Sinclair is a #1 Amazon bestselling author of erotic romance, including Big Beautiful Little, Bride of the Trogarians and Her Highland Guardian. She caters to readers who enjoy smart writing and stories that offer engaging plot with just the right amount of steam.

THE BIKER’S RULES ~ #Spanking #BDSM – WIP 2/22/2016

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THE BIKER”S RULES

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THE BIKER’S RULES

Undercover FBI agent Kat Baldwin slips into the world of the Kratos Kings, an infamous biker gang known for dealing high-end heroin and cocaine. She ends up  with far more on her hands than she ever imagined.

EXCERPT

“This is Kat,” Kratos said gruffly, “she’s outta New York. She rode with Spiros. Kat, this is Brody. Get outta line and this is the guy you’ll be talkin’ to.”

Brody spoke little. Not only was his aloof silence an important part of his persona, and listening almost always paid more dividends, she had quite literally taken his breath away.

“Is that the only way I’ll get to spend time with you?” she asked in a throaty voice that matched her dazzling looks, “if I’m a bad girl? You look like a dude who likes bad girls. Am I right?”

The blatant flirtation made him silently groan, not because he found it much too tantalizing, but because Kratos laughed. Brody hated to hear him laugh. It was almost always a precursor to something unpleasant, and in this instance Brody suspected what that something unpleasant might be.

“Hah! I think you’d better show this smart-ass what we do to bad girls in this club.”

There it was. Kratos was ordering him to take her down a notch, and Brody didn’t understand why she had put herself in the crosshairs. How could she not realize flirting so blatantly with the club disciplinarian was a bad idea? Was she stupid? If she wasn’t, it meant she was purposely testing the waters, or did she have another agenda? But such questions mattered not. She’d stepped across the line and Kratos wanted her to pay the toll.

Wordlessly he pulled the short fat leather strap from his back pocket. It was his constant companion and had often come in handy. If two girls were having a catfight all he had to do was produce it and things immediately calmed down. Staring at the gorgeous black-haired siren he began slapping it against his palm, a clear warning as to what was to come, then began to move slowly towards her.

“I should’ve mentioned, Brody doesn’t talk much,” Kratos sneered. “He has other ways of makin’ his point. You wanna be in the Kings, you gotta learn your place, and Brody here is gonna teach you what’ll happen when you get too big for your britches.”

He was walking at a snail’s pace not just to build anticipation; he was studying her. There was no fear in her unwavering gaze, and the slightest hint of a smile was curling the edges of her lips. The hard strap in his hand would deliver a hot sting even through her leather pants, and he had every intention of making it count, not just because it Kratos expected nothing less, but for her own protection. If she tested others in the club they might do a whole lot worse than redden her backside.

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This will be available for pre-order soon, and released in about three weeks. Below please find the other contributors to this weeks WIP Wednesday.

1. Jane Henry and Maisy Archer

2. Ashe Barker

3. Sara Fields – NEW RELEASE

4. Sterling Scott SciFi

5. The Bikers Rules/Maggie Carpenter

 

~~ SWEET TOWN LOVE ~~ A Dozen Sexy Romances #Spanking #Romance

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“Well, you just got finished slapping my ass, Jake, I think tears are appropriate!”

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MOMENTS by PAIGE PARSONS

Blurb

A family crisis brings her home. A gift of love brings them back together. Share in the moments that take them from friends to lovers. Beulah Isabelle Grayson and Jacob Martin meet in the seventh grade and experience life side-by-side from puberty to college. A broken heart and misunderstandings tear them apart, after their high school graduation, and Belle decides she never wants to see him again. Ten years later, Jake is back in her life and saving the day. Belle knows she owes him the one thing she hasn’t been ready to give, a chance to explain. Clearing up the past finally gives them the opportunity to create the future they’ve both desired.

Excerpt

You always have to keep pushing. You know what, we’re not going to even bother your parents with any of this. There’s no way I’m going to watch you unravel and ruin your friendship over some perceived wrongdoing. This gets settled right here and right now.”

Turning her around Jake frog marched the girl he’d been falling in love with the last two years to her bed, and without ceremony, had her over his knee. Damp skin and skimpy swimwear eliminated the need for him to bare her. If Belle were lost for words or unsure about what was coming next, the smacking sound that bounced off her walls and back to her ears confirmed her fear. He couldn’t seriously be doing this, today, and after ending things. Her blood was boiling. He wasn’t stopping. Things were getting out of hand. Smack, after smack, after smack landed on her upturned bottom and the building heat was hard to ignore. His hand was even harder.

“You are such an ass! I hate you, Jake Martin. I hate you with everything in me and I will never forgive you.”

“All you had to do was talk to me. But, no you had to sneak around, start a fight, cause a scene, and bring the chances of anyone enjoying the rest of the day to a screeching halt. If, you can’t get yourself under control, I’ll send everyone home and let your parents know exactly what went on here today. Geez, Belle, I haven’t seen you like this in forever and I can’t say I missed it!”

About Paige

Paige Parsons is a creative Joan of all Trades, with her first love being theatre. Now living and working in Japan, Paige, a native New Yorker, has always loved the world of make believe. Whether reading, writing or performing she loves a good story.

She holds an undergraduate degree in Communications-Broadcast Journalism/English-Creative Writing, a graduate degree in Elementary Education, and is ABD for her doctorate in Education-Brain Research.

Having spent the last 25 years collecting stories around the stage as an actress, stage manager, and production manager, it is no surprise that Paige loves to tell stories, read stories, and put stories up on the stage.

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SADIE SAYS I DO (Simon in Charge: Book 3) #Spanking Romance

Sadie wants to fix the world. Simon wants to rule it. Starting with her.

Blurb

Sadie and Simon are ready to exchange vows. Almost. All they need now is a place to call home. Once that detail is settled, Sadie promises she’ll start planning the wedding.

Money is no object and a realtor finds them a house they love immediately. Could it possibly be that easy?

Of course not! An outstanding claim means the title won’t be free for a few months yet. In the meantime, Sadie wants to carve out a life with a daily routine focused on volunteer work with homeless people. Haunted by a ghost from his past, Simon wants to resume his life of international travel at least until the house is theirs.
Can they find a happy medium?

This is book 3 in the Simon in Charge series. It can be enjoyed as a standalone novel and includes that all-important HEA.

Publishers’ note: This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or spanking of minors.

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SEXY SPANKY EXCERPT

After shampooing my hair, I washed my body with the Lady Million shower gel my mother had given me the week before. The smell was white honey and jasmine, a gentle contrast to the citrus Coco Mademoiselle I usually wore. Mom’s best friend had given it to her as a get well gift after her car accident but nothing would persuade my mother to use anything other than Chanel No. 5.

If Mom could have seen me standing in that shower, quaking slightly at the thought of what was to come, she would have told me to run for shelter. She didn’t know the rush of love that came with the spankings.

I’d been with Simon long enough to appreciate the way that spankings cleared the slate with him. He’d punish me for breaking his rules and then he’d forgive and forget my trespasses. The air would be fresh again, as if a terrible thunderstorm had rolled through, renewing and invigorating the world.

I knew couples whose partnerships were battlegrounds. When one did something the other didn’t like, sulks and bickering ensued. The grievances often snowballed to dissatisfaction of major proportions. Simon’s spankings were an efficient way of resolving conflict and I loved the tender way he held me after.
Still I hoped to disarm him just a little so I tiptoed into his office, the water from my shower still beading on my skin. When he looked up at me, his pupils dilated. I bit back a giggle of triumph and lowered my eyes so he couldn’t see the victory in them.

He pointed and I walked to the bedroom in front of him, dragging my feet ever so slightly. This time he sat in the armchair by the window. We were on the top floor of the tallest building around so no one could see in. Yet standing in front of that open door to the patio made shyness creep over me.

“Close it.” He nodded at the door with his uncanny way of knowing what was worrying me.

“And the curtains?” I asked hopefully.

“No. No one can see us but I don’t want anyone to hear the unmistakable sounds of a naughty girl having her bottom warmed.

At those humiliating words, warm dampness rose between my legs. I stepped quickly and closed the window, determined not to give Simon more cause to spank me. His stern face said he had enough reasons already. He indicated for me to kneel in front of him and I scrambled to obey.

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Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books:

Simon Says (Simon in Charge, book one)
Winning Sadie (Simon in Charge, book two)

Libby Campbell, mischief maker and dreamer

Libby lives on the West Coast of Canada with her husband of over twenty-five years. An avid reader, she savors books that feature strong, independent women and the loving men who challenge them.

She loves mountain hikes, deep bubble baths, and all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big dogs who think they are lap dogs. A woman for all seasons, Libby is happy cuddling in front of a winter fire, watching a summer sunset, listening to birds in the spring and walking in the autumn rain.

Optimistic by nature, Libby wants a solid HEA in her reading and her writing. She hopes you will enjoy escaping to the dream worlds where she spends far too much time.

Recently she’s been dipping into Pinterest and building boards with images of people and places that inspire her characters and the worlds they live in.

Connect with Libby Campbell on social media:

Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell
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Q&A with Libby Campbell:

Your first book, Simon Says, came out in January 2016. Sadie Says I Do is a December release. What did you learn in that first year of writing romance?

When I finished Simon Says, I got a big surprise: I’d fallen in love with Simon and Sadie and wasn’t ready to say good-bye to them. Their story just kept unfolding in front of me and I had to explore their world further. Three books later…
Next I realized I love writing this genre. It’s playful but still demands a lot from an author: the characters must be complex and the stories have to have a well-paced. There has to be a satisfying ending that brings all the threads and characters together. For me that means there has to be an HEA.
I also learned that other writers in this genre are enormously helpful and supportive.

What was your best date ever?

My first date with my husband. In the middle of a crowded restaurant, he said I needed a spanking. I was gazing out the window but that got my attention. Even though he’d never spanked a woman before, something in me triggered that response. How could that be? I’m such a compliant, easy going sort of person.
At that moment, I knew we were meant for each other. The opening scene of Simon Says is based on that date.

Chocolate or chips?

Chocolate but blue chips are a close second.

Smooth or hairy?

Are we talking fruit, jackets, or cats?

Can you tell us about your newest release, the one that follows Winning Sadie?

Sadie Says I Do closes on Christmas at the end of that year in which Simon and Sadie first met.

Between their New Year’s meeting and their December wedding is all the passion and lust of a new love followed by the period of leveling off, of rethinking that early desire. Writing the courtship stage in the first book was easy. The early days of love are so forgiving.

Catching up with the lovers six months and then twelve months down the road was an interesting way to see their relationship develop. Sadie learned to assert herself more in the relationship, all the while submitting to Simon’s authority. Simon learned to let more of his vulnerable side show.

While all the books are basically billionaire-romance fantasies, the characters are meant to be well developed, three-dimensional people.

Even though Sadie Says I Do is book three in the Simon in Charges series, it can be read as a standalone novel.

When you write do you ever model your characters after real people?

Simon’s ease with languages is based on two people I know, both of whom only need 4-5 hours of exposure to a language to develop working fluency. What a gift!

All the other characters are straight from my overactive imagination, often inspired by real events. My female protagonists may include a great deal of my own personality.

What do you hope people will take away from your books?

The most important element in any relationship, but particularly relationships where one partner takes the command position over another, is trust.

I’d also like to emphasize most emphatically the elements in DD and BDSM don’t always work well or effortlessly. It’s not a generic, one size fits all practice.

If you’re new to the world and want to integrate elements of discipline into your life, take it slowly. The heroes on the romance pages don’t exist in real life and expectations must be adjusted accordingly.

What do you know now that you wish you’d known when you started writing?

When pitching a book, it’s helpful if you have your next one or two books mapped out so the publishers knows their investment of time in you will continue to be productive. I didn’t do this, by the way.

The real work starts when you get a contract. Once you have the release date, a new phase begins: that of getting it into the hands of readers.

Much of a writer’s time is spent in peripheral activities. It begins with writing and rewriting, which includes research and fact checking. Add to this the social media demands. A writer needs some of the following, and possibly more: a blog, a presence on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest etc. Maintaining these profiles can consume a huge chunk of the day. Many writers publish regular newsletters. I haven’t waded into those waters yet.

Also there’s the very real need to keep upgrading writing skills, going to conferences, and networking. Then there’s the obvious: a writer needs to read. A lot.

I’d only read part of the job description when I decided it was time to write some stories. Just as well – it might have been overwhelming if I’d known how much was involved! It’s not too much though: you just take it one step at a time.

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PROTECTING PAIGE

No Easy Task!

Cole Barrington. A sexy dominant and a movie producer with a reputation as a player, has been haunted by one particular young lady who unexpectedly tugged his heart strings during a five-day romp on a tropical island. Why she ducked his calls on their return he has no idea, and the question still shadows him.

Paige Brooks is a publicist, and when she learns she must accompany Cole to an annual charity event at the same Caribbean island where she’d spent an idyllic week with him, she grits her teeth and clenches her fists. The man broke her heart. How can she possibly get through it?

Thrown together on a tiny seaplane, as they fly from Miami to the private island where the event is to be held, fate throws them an unexpected curve ball. Forced to land near a tiny uninhabited island, they suddenly find themselves completely stranded and alone…and that’s just for starters.

If you enjoy a suspenseful romance starring a take-charge alpha male, and a feisty young woman with a sharp wit and impetuous nature, look no further than this panty-melting page-turner from Maggie Carpenter.

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THEIR’S: Found And Claimed ~ Ashe Barker #SciFi #Spanking #Romance

Her past gone, her future unknown, and a love that is out of this world.

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Blurb

When they board a derelict spacecraft in search of valuable scrap metal, the last thing Luca and Sylvan expect is to stumble upon a beautiful, naked woman in need of medical assistance. Despite her protests, they bring her back to their ship, treat her illness, and take it upon themselves to look after her.

After she contracted the virus that wiped out her people and killed everyone else on her ship, Llianna didn’t expect to survive, and she is shocked when she awakens from a comatose state with two men standing over her. Once she regains her health, however, she is horrified to realize that she is about to enter her fertile period, a uniquely vulnerable time for females of her species.

Knowing that she will end up begging Luca and Sylvan to take her in any way they please if she doesn’t act quickly, she flees in her partially-repaired ship, only to be caught, stripped bare, and spanked soundly. The stern punishment leaves her desire burning even more fiercely, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as her handsome rescuers claim her hard and thoroughly.

Though Luca and Sylvan make it clear that she is free to go once her ship is finally fully operational again, Llianna finds herself yearning to belong to them completely, and as she learns to submit to their firm, loving dominance, her passion for them grows more intense with each passing day. But when she discovers that she is not the last of her kind after all, will she leave the men she loves to live amongst her own people?

Publisher’s Note: Theirs: Found and Claimed includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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 EXCERPT (18+)

Luca continues to hold me, but Sylvan peels his body away from mine. I hear him, his footsteps, the rustle of clothing. He is undressing, and despite my apprehension curiosity overwhelms me. I have viewed images, naturally, but I have never seen a male unclothed, not in the flesh. I turn to watch him over my shoulder.
“Come around to this side,” suggests Luca. “She needs a decent view.”
I appreciate his concern for my comfort. Sylvan obligingly moves around to stand in front of me and I watch with avid interest as he removes his tunic. The sharp contours and rippling musculature of his upper body fascinate me. His hair is a pale colour; it reminds me of the subtle pastel shades of the floral plant life that used to thrive on Fyorli and that now exist only in our databanks. More of this soft, curling hair is sprinkled across his wide chest, disappearing like an arrow down beneath his pants. I wonder if he might allow me to touch it, to trail my fingers through the softness. That thought evaporates when Sylvan pulls off his pants and I am treated to my first view of his cock.
I believed I knew what to expect, but I was wrong. I gasp, my disappointment a bitter, acrid taste on my tongue. This will not work. Human males and Fyorlian females are simply not compatible. He is… huge. He will not fit inside me, it is impossible.
“Llianna, are you all right?” Luca murmurs in my ear. “It’s okay, we can take this as slow as you need.”
I shake my head. “I cannot. It is just too, too…”
“Too what?” presses Luca.
“Too big,” I whisper as I bury my face in his chest again. “It is much too big.”
Both males chuckle, but they seem not to grasp the truth of my words. Do they not have eyes? Can they not see the problem here? It is simple physics, surely.
“Trust us, this is going to be just fine.”
Luca’s assurance utterly fails to convince me. I shall just have to manage, somehow. The phase will pass, eventually. I shake my head and cling to Luca.
“Llianna, I’m going to roll you onto your back. It’ll be easier for you that way.”
“No, no, please, do not do this.”
“Honey, nothing’s going to happen if you don’t want it. We’re just asking you to trust us and give this a try.”
“Human females must be bigger than Fyorlians,” I protest. Can they not work this out for themselves? Did they know all along?
“No, they aren’t, not especially. We’ll go slow. It may be tight, but you will manage this. I promise.”
His voice is low, soothing, and very determined. He has never lied to me before, neither of these males has, but what Luca is suggesting is quite impossible. Despite the evidence of my own eyes, I do want to believe him. I want to trust him, trust them. My pussy clenches viciously, and I realise I have little choice, really. What is the alternative?
“You will stop, if I ask you to?”
“Absolutely,” affirms Luca.
Sylvan echoes his promise, and the bed dips again as he re-joins us. “Very, very slow, and lots of lube, if you need it, but I doubt if you will. Are you ready to turn over now?”
I gulp, pause for a moment to consider that suggestion, then I manage another nod.
Luca is gentle as he rearranges me on my back. He is behind me, leaning against the pillows at the head of the bed and he pulls me back into his arms. “Lift your hands up, honey, and put them behind my head.”
I do as he asks, the position lifting my breasts as though presenting them for inspection. Sylvan kneels in front of me, and his green gaze is warm, admiring. I feel good, in spite of my anxiety at what is about to happen.
“Gorgeous tits, don’t you agree?” Luca reaches around me to cup my breasts and presses them together. They fill his hands, my stiff nipples poking between his fingers as he squeezes.
“First thing I noticed, after that luscious arse.” Sylvan moves forward, lifting his gaze from my breasts to my face. “I hope it’s still pleasantly sore.”
“It is sore, certainly,” I assure him. The slight quiver in my voice owes much to the trepidation I still feel, but now there is something else too, something warm and pleasant starting to unfurl low down in my abdomen.
“Good. So, Llianna, you’re a virgin, yes? I know there were no males on board the Renascient.”
“That is correct.”
“Okay…”
“But, I do know what is to happen. I have read about it and spoken to other females, older than I, and I understand. That is why I am concerned that, that—”
“Spread your legs, Llianna.”

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About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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WEDDED TO THE WARRIORS – Sara Fields #Spanking #Romance #OTK

Heat up your wintry day with this wild new book, 

WEDDED TO THE WARRIORS

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BLURB

As an unauthorized third child, nineteen-year-old Aimee Harrington has spent her life avoiding discovery by government authorities, but her world comes crashing down around her after she is caught stealing a vehicle in an act of petulant rebellion. Within hours of her arrest, she is escorted onto a ship bound for a detention center in the far reaches of the solar system.

This facility is no ordinary prison, however. It is a training center for future brides, and once Aimee has been properly prepared, she will be intimately, shamefully examined and then sold to an alien male in need of a mate. Worse still, Aimee’s defiant attitude quickly earns her the wrath of the strict warden, and to make an example of her, Aimee is offered as a wife not to a sophisticated gentleman but to three huge, fiercely dominant warriors of the planet Ollorin.

Though Ollorin males are considered savages on Earth, Aimee soon realizes that while her new mates will demand her obedience and will not hesitate to spank her soundly if her behavior warrants it, they will also cherish and protect her in a way she has never experienced before. But when the time comes for her men to master her completely, will she find herself begging for more as her beautiful body is claimed hard and thoroughly by all three of them at once?

Publisher’s Note: Wedded to the Warriors includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that this book was previously published under the title Claimed by the Savages.

SEXY SPANKING EXCERPT

If you wait one moment longer, I will undress you myself, only you will spend a long while over my knee getting your naughty backside spanked first. When I tell you to do something, I expect immediate obedience, or else there will be consequences. You will find that I am very strict in many things, especially when it comes to your body and my access to it.”
She stood still, staring back at him. It was like a scene out of the romance stories online that she had been reading in secret for so long. Her heart throbbed and her clit began to pulse in tune with it. Her cream dripped down her leg at the dominance in his voice and she couldn’t help but notice her body’s insanely strong passionate reaction to both his words and his commanding presence.
Simply staring at him, she whimpered softly when his large mass of alpha male grabbed her gently about the waist, pulling her toward him. His fingers laced around the bottom hem of her shirt, pulling it effortlessly over her head in but a fraction of a second. Next, he gripped the waistband of her slacks and whipped them down her legs. Helping her kick off her shoes, he pulled the pants from her completely, leaving her standing entirely naked before him.
It took a long moment for her to realize what was about to happen as he stared down at her. She remembered his warning if he had to undress her. He was going to spank her. Her eyes widened and she tried to back away, but he had a firm hold on her wrist. He sat down on the bed and easily tossed her face down over his lap.
“Please don’t spank me! I’ll listen next time! I promise!”
“I’m sure you will, but I’m going to make sure you do. I will spank this bottom of yours whenever I believe you have earned it and you most certainly have right now. This time, I will only use my palm, but next time I will take off my belt and thrash every inch of your backside with it until I believe you’ve learned your lesson.”
He laid his massive hand over her bottom and her body started, coming to the conclusion that his hand covered the entirety of one side of it. Her muscles trembled in anticipation and she balked when he parted her legs slightly, pressing his fingers up against her very wet folds. As he slid his digits up and down her pussy, she moaned at the sensual feelings that stirred within her.
“Aimee, tell me, how often have you thought about being taken in hand by a strong man? Have you ever touched yourself, imagining your naughty bottom getting spanked for disobeying him?”

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Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about! Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.

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CAPTIVE DESIRE – Morganna Williams – #ROMANCE #SPANKING

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CAPTIVE DESIRE

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BLURB

Jack and Morganna are at it again, tag teaming up a set of stories for you!

In our first tale, Laurel McGovern is a timid woman who’s been raised by her overbearing uncle, Albert. Even as an adult, he kept her under thumb, working for him and living in one of his buildings. But all of that is about to change…

Mark is used to having his way with women. When one catches his off-guard and ties him up, a mixture of anger and lust form inside of him. He needs his mystery Goddess, in many more ways than he can explain. What happens when he discovers the timid waif Laurel is his fierce Goddess?

For our second story, we find ourselves in New York, circa 1962, following the Lust demon Roxanne yet again. Her master, Beelzebub has sent her here with one task in mind – to execute the assassination of JFK. Now what she does as long as that task is performed is up to her.

With New York and Dallas as her playgrounds, Roxanne rediscovers the humanity inside of her that one Captain Argus Fletcher helped cultivate centuries prior. Will Roxanne submit to her master’s will? Or will she find the inner strength that’s always been just beneath the surface. Red With Lust answers all these questions, and more!

*Publisher note – Captive Desire is a re-mastered edition of a web story first published on author’s blog. This book contains spanking of adult women and sexual situations, if this offends you do not buy this book.

EXCERPT

Mark ran his tongue over dry lips as he came to. He pulled at his arms – then frowned. Looking up, he realized he was tied to the bed…looking down he realized he was also completely naked.

All he remembered was a curvy woman with a riot of untamed curls falling around her masked face. He’d been at the Annual Masquerade Ball benefiting the Children’s hospital bored when she’d walked up and offered him a glass of champagne.

Her throaty voice had shot straight to his groin, “You look thirsty.” She’d said with a smile, an impish dimple winking in her cheek as she looked up at him. Mark had wanted her with an intensity he’d never before known; everything in him aching to possess her…he’d been looking forward to unmasking his temptress, he knew that but then his memory got fuzzy.

How had he ended up here?

“W … Would you like something to drink?”

Mark looked up at the hesitant voice from the doorway. It was her, the light from the hall behind lighting her glorious hair on fire.

“What’s going on here?” he asked sternly.

She sighed, biting her lip pensively, “I’m sorry for drugging you, the man I got it from promised it wouldn’t hurt you and that you’d only be out for a small time. I took the chance because it was the only way I could think of to get you here.”

“You couldn’t have just asked me up?” he asked incredulously.

“Not without properly introducing myself. I didn’t want to do that…I wanted a night of fantasy.”

He frowned, suddenly more than a little nervous, “What exactly is your fantasy, lady?”

She smiled, revealing the small dimple in her left cheek that had driven him wild earlier, “You are.”

“I am what?” Mark asked.

“You’re my fantasy,” she said simply. “I’ll go get you some water from the fridge in the other room.”

She hurried out of the room and he was left staring at the empty doorway. Mark hated feeling helpless but he was intrigued by the idea of being the fantasy of this Goddess. He decided to go with it and see what happened sure he’d get the opportunity to take her to task for having the audacity of basically kidnapping him and tying him naked to a bed.

His eyes narrowed as he thought of how dangerous this could have been for her if she’d chosen a different type of man to play these games with; Mark would definitely paddle her ass but another man might have really hurt her.

Mark was surprised how angry the thought of another man touching her made him, the possessiveness he felt for a woman whose name he didn’t even know was unusual for him to say the least.

His Goddess returned to the room, leaning over to lift his head for the water…the scent of jasmine and vanilla enveloping him. She helped him drink most of the bottle before he signaled that he’d had enough.

Mark was surprised how much he wanted her back leaning over him when she moved away. He wanted to wallow in her scent until it covered him, became a part of him. He shook his head with a frown. What was wrong with him? Whatever drug she’d slipped him must still be affecting him.

“I promise you won’t be hurt,” she said softly studying him almost wistfully. “I just wanted to be with you without revealing too much of myself. This was the only way I could think of to accomplish that, but I don’t want to hurt you…far from it”

He watched her as she stood, setting the bottle on the nightstand by the bed. She was dressed in a creamy silk robe, and by the interesting movement of her body, he surmised that beneath it, she was nude.

Those golden curls hung down her back in a tousled mass that begged a man to lose himself in it. The silly mask from the ball still covered the top part of her face, yet something was familiar about those lips and the dimple…a memory niggled at the edge of his mind but he couldn’t quite catch it.

Suddenly, she seemed quite unsure of herself as she stood there fidgeting with the belt on her robe. His Goddess was showing signs of bolting.

Mark realized he didn’t want her to chicken out; his cock was so hard with need it stood at an almost ninety degree angle…he loved the way her eyes darted to and from his raging erection a slight tinge of pink filling her cheeks.

He desperately needed her to finish what she’d started…he could sort it all out later…sort her out…but now, he wanted everything she’d been subtly promising from the moment they met.

“Losing your nerve, Goddess?” Mark asked tauntingly, watching her jaw firm with resolve. “Good girl!”

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