Sexy Spanking Romance Books


August 2017

DRAKE: Vigilante Bodyguard Maggie Carpenter



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He has vowed to protect her, but he is leading a dangerous double life, and she has a mind of her own…

It was a dark moonless night in an ominous forest when Drake Steele stumbled across a woman being assaulted. Jumping to her rescue he beat up the kidnapping monsters and carried her to safety.

Courtney Hall has kept in contact with her hero, but only by phone. Now she needs him again. The brutes who abducted her have been released. They know where she lives and she fears for her life.

He insists she stay with him, and a white hot chemistry fires to life, but Courtney harbors a deep anger towards the men who turned her life upside down. Drake knows she won’t rest until she has her revenge.

Can he keep her safe from the evil psychopaths? Will her desperate need for payback put her at even greater risk?

DRAKE: Vigilante Bodyguard is Maggie Carpenter’s latest book in the Alpha Male Master Series. It is a fast-paced steamy read filled with suspense and shocking surprises. Lose yourself in this riveting spanking romance. Click the link today.

PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This book includes sexual scenes, spankings, and violence. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. It is a work of fiction, and the author does not condone or support a citizen taking the law into their own hands.



When Drake walked into his house he expected to find Courtney waiting in the kitchen drinking a glass of wine, or curled up on the couch in the living room with the television set on, hoping the video would suddenly appear as a late-breaking news bulletin. To his surprise most of the lights were out and the house was quiet. Moving quickly upstairs he entered his bedroom, and to his shock he found her completely naked, laying over three pillows, her backside high in the air.

“What do we have here?” he murmured moving over to her.

“A naughty girl waiting to be spanked?”

“I thought it might help to throw myself on the mercy of the court, Sir.”

“I see,” he said sitting on the edge of the bed. “I suspect it probably will. I’m going to jump in the shower, and while I’m there I’ll consider your punishment.”

He heard her take in a breath, and a moment later she reached out her hand and touched his leg.

“Yes, Courtney?”

“Please will you kiss me first?”

She was staring up at him with pleading eyes and he had to smile.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

She shifted slightly so she was more on her side, and leaning down he lovingly drifted his lips over hers.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Why do I think I’m being just a tiny bit manipulated?”

“I can’t imagine,” she said innocently.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

As he straightened up and walked away, Courtney let out a soft sigh. The drama-filled evening had sent her adrenalin racing. The balaclava-clad men would have been Richard Hewitt and Ned Romano, and they’d been sent running for the hills, literally! She’d beaten them, and was on a high she’d never experienced.

She wanted sex.
She wanted to be spanked.
She wanted Drake—desperately!


So she had called him.

Hearing his voice had sent her heart racing, and hurrying up the stairs she’d showered and prepared herself for his arrival. Now he was home, and she couldn’t wait to feel the stinging slaps of his hand.

The shower had been turned off, she could hear him opening and closing the cabinets in the bathroom, then his footfalls as he entered the room, but he didn’t walk over to her, moving into his closet instead. She waited, almost holding her breath, and when he finally came into view she could see he was holding a black leather flogger.

“I think this is what you deserve,” he said, his voice low as he ran his fingers through the long, fat, tongues.
She could feel her eyes grow wide, and as she gazed at them, her stomach flipped and she felt a wondrous flood between her legs.

“If you say so, Sir.”

Though her voice had sounded almost feeble, she felt alive and strong, and as he moved behind her and ran his palm across her cheeks she let out a long, soft moan. Had she died and landed in a BDSM heaven?


“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to count to three, take a deep breath and hold it, then let it out after the flogger has landed. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Holding her breath while being flogged was new to her, but her experience was limited, and she had no doubt Drake Steele knew exactly what he was doing.



She sucked in the air, and a moment later the lashes landed with a hot, stinging thud. She bit her lower lip, then realized she still wasn’t breathing and released the air from her lungs.

“Five to go. One-two-three.”

Taking in the breath a second time she felt more aware, and as the lashes kissed her ass with their heavy heat, she threw back her head and a cry escaped her lips.

“Four to go. One-two-three.”

She was beginning to understand why he’d instructed her to hold her breath. It seemed to help somehow, and it also added to the drama of the moment. As the third strike hit she felt her body quiver, and when she exhaled a wave of divine giddiness moved through her being. She was expecting him to say, three to go, but he didn’t. His hand began smoothing itself over her lashed skin, then his fingers slipped into her pussy.

“You’re so wet,” he muttered his lips suddenly at her ear. “Is my naughty girl learning her lesson?”

“Yes, Sir,” she bleated, “and that feels so incredible.”

“You mean this?” he purred twirling his finger around her clit then thrusting it inside her.

“Ooh, yes, Sir, yes.”

“Three to go,” he declared dropping his hand away and stepping back, “then you’ll stay as you are and I’ll fuck you into next week.”

A thrilling ripple coursed through her body, and for a moment she thought she was about to spontaneously combust, but he’d started his warning count.

“Take in your breath,” he said sternly.

She did as he said, but she was lost, swirling in a vortex of pleasure and pain, and as the next two lashes were delivered she was sure she was lifting off the bed, but his cock was suddenly inside her, thrusting hard and fast, his pelvis was slapping her burning backside, and his grip was tight around her waist. She was exploding and crying out his name, then suddenly she was weightless, and everything was golden and serene, and absolutely perfect.




Can a diehard feminist like Cynthia learn to obey
an indomitable man like Antony?

Romancing the Coast Book 2


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Antony Jacobson first held Cynthia Donohue in his arms at a wintry December wedding. Four months later, the statuesque, silver-haired woman continues to haunt his thoughts.

Cynthia is about to move to the West Coast to be closer her daughter. As her plane touches down in her new city, she steels herself to cope on her own. When she finds Antony waiting at the arrivals gate, a wave of gratitude and desire floods through her.

A lifetime of independence hasn’t prepared Cynthia for a submissive role in a relationship. She craves love, romance, and someone to share sunsets. But deep down she believes her dreams are out of her reach. Worse, they are a betrayal of her feminist principles. That’s fine: indomitable, handsome Antony will wait.

She is tired and aching beyond all memory so Antony takes charge. Very quickly, he realizes there is something wrong, very wrong, with Cynthia’s health. He insists that she see a doctor.

She says he is overprotective. He agrees. He is also determined to look after her if she won’t look after herself. A trip over his knee shakes Cynthia to the core. In spite of herself she likes – she wants – this loving correction. More importantly, she agrees that he may be right about seeing a doctor.

Is Antony too much, too soon, or is he just what the doctor ordered?

Publishers’ note: Holding Cynthia is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Tough stuff, but worth it. 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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When he’d changed to clean clothes, he took the bottle of bubbly the real estate agent had given Cynthia and placed it in the bathroom sink, covered with ice. Bunny had left them a bowl of organic strawberries, cleaned and ready to eat, in the fridge in the kitchenette. He put those on the bathroom counter next to the champagne flutes. As soon as the bath was ready, he dimmed the lights in the room and placed his cell phone and Bluetooth speaker on the vanity, set to repeat a playlist of sultry torch songs.

“Come,” he said, leading her into the bedroom. “I’m going to undress you.” When he removed her bra and ran the flat of his hands over her small, pink breasts, she moaned. He pulled her panties down next, nudging her thighs apart with his hand. He spread her lips, circling her clitoris with his index finger.

“That feels nice,” he said, as her bud became engorged. “You have such a beautiful pussy.”

“A beautiful pussy,” she repeated. Her kittenish voice, consenting to the play, made his cock stand to attention.

“Into the bath, you. Try to be grateful I’m not spanking you for your lies today.”

When her nipples hardened at the s-word, he smiled in satisfaction. He wished he could spank her now but the room across the hall was occupied. The two thin doors between their suites did little more than mute conversations so he knew they needed to be discrete about noise.

He held Cynthia’s hand as she slid into the billowy bubbles. Kneeling beside her, he made sure the bath pillow was comfortable.

“Close your eyes and breathe deeply,” he said. “One long breath in – open your diaphragm – and a long breath out.”

He soaped the face cloth and ran it over her body in several long, sweeping passes. Her body relaxed at every pass.

“Keep your eyes closed,” he said. He filled the champagne flutes, pressing one into her hands. “Don’t drink it yet.”

Nudging her lips with a fat strawberry, he said, “Open.”

She obeyed and he squeezed the berry into it, touching his glass to hers. “Cheers. Congratulations on your new home. May you be very happy there. Now you may sip your champagne with the berry in your mouth, but keep your eyes closed. It makes the flavors stronger if you can’t see the food.”

After he touched his glass to hers, she poured the champagne over the berry in her mouth. “Mm nice.”

“Chew slowly, relax.” He sipped his owned champagne through a pressed strawberry. It wasn’t a true champagne, more like a sparkling chardonnay. Straining the bubbly through the strawberry, improved both the fruit and wine.

The tension seeped out of her shoulders. He washed one foot, then the other, taking time to soap and rinse every toe separately. As he worked his way up her legs with the face cloth again, she stiffened, sitting up slightly. “Sit back. Relax. I’m not going to hurt you. Finish your champagne. Close your eyes again. This is an exercise in trust.”

He gave her clitoris only passing attention on this sweep but spent a long time circling her breasts, teasing her nipples. Stopping only long enough to feed her more strawberries and refill her glass, he asked her to sit forward so he could wash her back.


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

Seeing Ronnie(Romancing the Coast, Book 1)

Simon in Charge – 3 book boxset, featuring:

Simon Says, Winning Sadie, and Sadie Says I Do.

Winning Sadie is also available as an audio book from Audible. Buy it here.

Libby Campbell, spanking writer and mischief maker

Libby Campbell writes in the bay window of her mock-Tudor home. Her muse is fueled by coffee, chocolate, and many cups of fragrant tea. Libby and her leading man share a love of hiking, beach walks, road trips, and an occasional night of dancing. They live in a leafy, seaside neighborhood on a rocky Canadian island.

Libby savors her evening bubble baths where she sings along to her favorite music, safe in the knowledge that no one can hear her. She loves all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big ones 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 writes the stories she wants to read. To see what she’s working on now, or how she formed her earlier novels, visit her Pinterest boards where she pins pictures that inspire her characters and their worlds.

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That feisty femme fatale


unfurls another fabulous read.



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“This is not a love story. This is the story of the hunger inside of me which must be fed before it consumes me entirely…”

After a chance encounter with a handsome stranger introduces her to The Tower, an institution that trains women in submission, Janie McClusky is irresistibly drawn to the place. But admittance comes at a price, and soon enough Janie is utterly bare and fully on display, blushing crimson as the men at The Tower thoroughly explore her body, bringing her pain, pleasure, and shame as they see fit.

As Janie’s training begins, there is one man among the group who seems to know her own needs better than she does, and before long she finds herself yearning and even begging for his touch. But if she relinquishes control completely to this captivating stranger and allows him to break down her remaining defences, will there be any coming back at all?

Publisher’s Note: Submission at The Tower is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive BDSM content, exhibitionism, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.



“Now remove those panties,” barks a voice from over my right shoulder.

This order is so much firmer than the previous, it almost takes me by surprise. Instinctively I turn my head to see its owner, but am met by the hard stare of Shaw.

“Now, number sixteen …”

Still unsure which man had made the request I wiggle slowly out of my black satin panties. Moving them down my thighs, I allow them to pool at my feet, before stepping out of them and bending carefully to collect them in my hand. I notice to my shame that the gusset is wet and sticky from my own arousal and I feel my face colour again.

“What have you seen?” asks Shaw, not missing a trick, “bring them here, number sixteen.”

Reluctantly I lower my head and take a small step towards him.

“Not like that!” snaps a voice from behind me – the same one which had ordered the removal of my panties. “Get down on your hands and knees!”

The flush in my face flames at the sound of his command. I suspect my embarrassment is more from being so publicly chastised then from the demand, but nonetheless the effect is the same. I am suddenly a ball of mortification in front of these men – my new masters. I take a deep breath and fall silently to my hands and knees.

As I assume this new, more vulnerable position, the atmosphere in the room changes perceptibly. The air is now charged with palpable energy. The nervous ball of arousal in me drives me on and I arch my back shamelessly, pushing my ass and wet pussy out for everyone behind me to see. I am no longer particularly young and even though I work to keep myself in shape, I am still wrecked with the type of body insecurities that plague most people. Strangely in this most exposed of moments, I feel powerful, even in my submission. I know that every pair of eyes is on me, every pair of hands wants to touch me and every cock is straining to fuck me. The result is the most incredible feeling of wanton depravity I have ever experienced.

I glance up at Shaw. I can clearly see his hard length visible through his pin-stripe trousers. The desire to take it in the mouth and taste him is strong and yet the desire to submit to his will is even more powerful. Without being told I dip my head to my right hand and pick up my panties in my teeth. A low hum of appreciation rattles around the circle. Then, panties hanging from my mouth, I crawl as seductively as I can across to where Shaw is waiting.

Two things strike me. The first is how much harder it is to crawl with grace than I’d imagined. The unforgiving wood under my knees cuts into my skin, making each movement a temporary agony and the progress feel awkward and clumsy. I hope in vain that it looks lither then it feels, and yet somehow I doubt it… As I move drawing in deep breaths through my nose, the second thing becomes apparent. The smell of my own arousal fills my senses. The panties in my teeth seem to radiate it. I’m sure that everyone else in the room can also get the scent. I would no doubt be blushing furiously about this new shame was it not for my already humiliating predicament! And yet this humiliation is exactly what I’ve been craving for so long, my drenched pussy a testament to how much I am enjoying the experience.

As my mind dwells on the depths I have already sunk into since my arrival less than an hour ago, I approach Shaw’s feet and legs. Unsure of how to proceed, but sure that looking up at him is not an acceptable response, I wait on all fours in front of him, like an untrained animal. I squirm at the prospect that he may be making the same comparison.





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NAKED REBEL Anita Philmar

The amazing Anita visits today with her sexy naughty novel


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A spy that prefers to work alone, Nick Royster’s assignment is turned upside down when his superiors sends him a personal companion. Not appreciating the need to watch someone else’s back, he attends a dinner of Salsar’s inner group. Only to learn, he has to sacrifice Rane to get the information he needs to end the war.

Rane knows the important of winning. Her family slaughtered by Salsar, this is her homeland and she plans to do whatever it takes to win her peoples’ freedom.

With everything on the line, can these two have any future together or does love and war equal heartache?  


“Nick, as your companion, I want to please you.” She spread the moist sexual lips and dipped one finger inside her luscious heat.

He lifted his gaze to her face. Did she know what she was doing to him? Did the organization train her in the art of seduction the same way they trained him to kill? And what other skills did she have?

He searched for something to say to ease the tension between them. “Rane, why don’t you take off your breast wrap?”

She grinned and lifted her hands to do his bidding. The flimsy lace separated easily with a light tug. Rosy pink nipples burst from the confines and peaked into tight little berries.

He groaned at the sight of her reclining back on his pillow.

In one swift move, she sat upright and shifted to the side of the bed. “Would you like me to undress you?”

The idea of her hands caressing his body had his head nodding in agreement. “Why don’t you start with my boots, then you can move up from there?”

She dropped to her knees in front of him, but he shifted around so that he sat on the bed with her between his legs. Her hands quickly unbuckled his boots, and he slid his feet free. Her impatient hands allowed him only a moment before they slid over his knees to ride along the inside of his thighs. The tips of her fingers toyed with the clip of his pants.

Rock hard, he waited for her to release the levers and set his cock free.

The crotch of his pants parted. One of her small hands slid under the band of his shorts, and she tugged the material down. His hard cock sprang into her hand.

A grin formed on her face.

He shifted his hips and stood. “Why don’t you let me get rid of these pants? Then we’ll…”

A firm grip circled his sex, and her moist tongue traced crimson lips. “I can’t wait to taste you.” She leaned forward and shoved his shirt out of the way before licking his engorged rod.

Once, twice, then her hot breath caressed him.

Fire sped through his blood. Two years without sex, and he wanted to explode after a little fondling. He yanked off his shirt and grabbed her head. Instead of stopping her movement, he found his fingers sinking into the softness of her reddish-golden hair.

A wicked tongue fluttered against the tip. Her mouth then covered his penis in one long stroke.

He groaned as her lips caressed his length.  The ache in his groin demanded release. He gritted his teeth and curled his fingers into her soft locks.   

Her mouth slid off his cock, and her eyes lifted to his. “Do you want me to give you some relief or do you want to hold off until you’re deep inside my pussy?”

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Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.

Influenced by sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where erotic moments come to life in a great read.

Naughty or Nice?

Read her books and decide.






Anita Philmar Other Books

Naked Bluff, Texas series

In Deep Water – Skinny-dipping to cool off in the Trinity River couldn’t cause any problem…could it?  

In Too Deep – The peace of the day is shattered when her best friend steps too far into the Trinity River.

Duty’s Bride  – Can Sadie have a new life or will her old one rear its ugly head?

More Than Ready – Can a determine woman win her heart’s desire?

Cowboy’s Passion

Cowboy’s Pleasure

The Country Doctor’s Bride


Black Dragon’s Series-

Black Dragon’s Blood

Black Dragon’s Moon

Black Dragon’s Heart

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Fairy Fun

Texas Passion

Hog-Tied and Branded

Naked Rebel

Hot Wired

Banished – Three Erotic Stories(shapeshifters)

Banished Hero

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