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PROTECTING PAIGE

No Easy Task!

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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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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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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

Drop in and be captivated by

CAPTIVE DESIRE

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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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LOST AND BOUND~Pandora Spocks~Release 1/31/2017 ~ #Spanking #D/s #D/d #Romance

 Lost & Bound
The Dream Dominant Collection (Book 2)
Release Date: January 31, 2017

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Blake Walker is no stranger to tragedy. Immediately following a horrific event years earlier, he was lost for a while until he embraced his Dominant nature and found his true calling. But things change and now he’s back where he started, helping to run his family’s secluded lake lodge.

When pampered Hollywood starlet Shasta Pyke gets into trouble with the law, she’s sent to the wilderness of northern Ontario to cool her heels for a few weeks.  There she meets sexy bush pilot Blake, who is tasked with seeing to her needs as the sole guest at the lodge.

Initially, Blake isn’t impressed with the spoiled actress, but he’s happy that her visit allows for his sister Jackie and her kids to go on a much-needed vacation. Try as he might, he can’t figure out what the hell Shasta Pyke is doing so far out of her element.
Shasta’s attracted to Blake’s obvious good looks, but there’s more to him than that.  He sees through her armor to the vulnerable little girl she hides from the world. The Daddy Dominant in him craves to shelter her, to make her his own.

Is there any way Shasta will agree to submit to Blake’s Dominance?

Lost & Bound is Book 2 of Pandora Spocks’ Dream Dominant Collection, a series of stand-alone novels featuring sexy, Dominant men, and the strong, red-haired submissives who find them irresistible. It is a contemporary erotic romance novel with a light BDSM theme, and features a DD/lg relationship, and is intended for mature audiences.

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A SHORT SPICY EXCERPT

After painting the exteriors of the first two cabins, Blake and Shasta took a break. In the kitchen of the main house, he quickly made turkey sandwiches for their lunch. “How’s that plug feeling, kitten?” he asked as he sat across the table.
“It’s fine. I mean, I can feel it, but it doesn’t hurt.”
His grin was sly. “Does it feel good?”
She shifted uneasily in her chair. “I just know that my pussy is about to go up in flames if it doesn’t get some relief soon.”
Blake laughed. “We’ll see what we can do about that.” Rounding the table, he grasped her arm and led her to the kitchen counter, where he bent her over. A sharp tug dropped her shorts to the floor around her feet. He released his monster erection and impaled her roughly.
“Oh, shit, yes!” she panted.
After three strokes, he pulled out and restored his jeans, returning to the table to finish his lunch.
Shasta, still leaning over the counter, watched him incredulously. “Are you kidding me?!”
Blake smirked confidently and gave her a wink. “I’m telling you, kitten, by tonight you’ll be begging me to fuck your ass.”

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Protecting His Pet: Measha Stone #Spanking #Romance

Punishment, pride and prurient pleasure. Great to feature this just released provocative potboiler!

On all fours, crawling across the floor she finds herself yearning to be mastered by the one man she vowed to hate.

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After her brother’s life of crime is brought to a sudden end, twenty-two-year-old Kara Jennings fears she may be the next target of the men who killed him. It comes as a shock, however, when she is taken captive by a mysterious man who promises to keep her safe but quickly demonstrates that he will not hesitate to punish her in any way he sees fit if she disobeys him.

Devin Stinger is certain there is something important that Kara is refusing to share with him—something related to her brother’s death—and he is fully prepared to be as firm as necessary to get her to tell him the truth, even if that means stripping her bare, spanking her hard and thoroughly, and keeping her caged like a pet.

Despite her shame at being made to kneel naked at her captor’s feet, eat from his hand, and surrender her body to him completely, Devin’s dominance leaves Kara helplessly aroused and yearning for him to master her even more thoroughly. When he brings her to the edge of an intense climax only to leave her desperate and wanting, her need for him to claim her properly compels Kara to confess the secret her brother shared with her before his death. But will that information help Devin protect his beautiful pet or will it ultimately put her in greater danger?

Publisher’s Note: Protecting His Pet includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive pet play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt

He said they were in danger. Not just her, but him as well. Did that make him less of an asshole? He had what he wanted, the tapes, she wasn’t going to even try to take the money in that box, it was his. All he had to do was let her go; instead, he’d tossed her back in the cage.
“Do you want something, pet?” His rough voice rolled over her body as well as any fingertip or lips. His lips. He hadn’t kissed her since they were in the kitchen; in fact, other than the finger fucking during her breakfast he hadn’t touched her at all.
She licked her lips again, telling herself that sucking his cock meant she’d be able to get out of the cage. It was just a means to an end, nothing else. She told herself that, but even she knew she was a bullshitter.
“I—” Her eyes darted up to his, not wanting to ask, or say what she wanted, and hoping like hell he wouldn’t make her.
“Oh, I think you can do better than that. Tell me. Ask me to suck my cock. It’s what you want, isn’t it? To suck me hard, lick me, and have your face fucked with it?” Back was the crude jackass from the truck. Maybe what he’d heard on those tapes was bad. Maybe he’d come down for stress relief, something to soothe him. And fuck her, she wanted to give him that. Because if they were in trouble, if he was telling her the truth, she couldn’t think of anyone else who would be helping her. His brother? Maybe, depended on how dirty of a cop he was, or how good of a brother.
The man stood before her, looking for a way to relieve his worry. The man who promised to protect her from the bad guys, even if that meant locking her away for her own good.
She inched toward him, reaching through the bars until her hands rested on his thighs. The firmness of his muscles there told her how hard he worked to maintain his body. No one got quads like that from doing a handful of squats; no, he was disciplined in his schedule.
“Let me.” She licked her lips again, keeping her eyes mingling with his. The edges of his stare softened. He’d been looking for a fight, or at least expecting one. She’d had enough fighting. Her soul was tired, her body ached, she wanted to find the middle ground with him. The small strip of peace they could reside in together to get through whatever fucked-up shit her brother had put her in.
He shuffled closer to the bars, his cock nearly through the space where her mouth was positioned. “Open your mouth, stick out your tongue,” he ordered. One final lick of her lips, and she spread them, jutting her tongue out past her teeth. “Don’t close your mouth, not even your lips. This mouth is mine, understand?”
Even if her mind didn’t, her pussy got the idea just fine. She could feel the wetness already slipping between her lower lips, knowing if she touched her clit she’d find it engorged with her arousal, and most likely ready to come.
The soft round head of his cock touched her outreached tongue, sliding over it and going deeper into her mouth. Her throat started to clench, but she worked the muscles and swallowed, opening for him and keeping the gag at bay. Fuck, he was a lot bigger than she remembered. Just as she felt the back of her throat clenching again, he pulled back. Before she could take a deep breath, he thrust forward, hitting the back of her throat once more and eliciting a gag.
“Fuck.” She pulled her head back and coughed, then quickly got back into position.
“Good girl, but no cursing. I don’t like it, and I’ll wash your mouth out with soap next time you do it.” His threat, or rather his promise, didn’t fall on deaf ears. She’d have to watch her foul mouth, but it would be hard. A bad habit she only seemed able to curb while at work, and even then she let her guard down when patients weren’t in earshot. “Open your mouth wider, pet. I want you to take my whole cock in. Stick out your fucking tongue, or I’ll hold it out for you.”

Meet the Author

Measha Stone lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and three children. While working toward her degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University, she wrote mostly in the thriller genre, but her heart lies in Romance. BDSM Erotic Romance is where she lives and breathes, because what’s pleasure without a little pain? When she’s not writing, she’s reading and goofing off with her kids.

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The Laird and the Sassenach – Ashe Baker – #Historical Romance #Spanking Romance

Great to feature this exciting new book from Ashe Baker.

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After her half-brother attacks the kinsmen of Blair McGregor, Lady Roselyn of Etal is brought before the stern highland laird to answer for her reluctant, unwitting role in the crime. Once she has told her story, she throws herself at his mercy.

Blair soon realizes that Roselyn is as much a victim of her half-brother as anyone, but his people’s demands for justice cannot be ignored entirely, so he strips the young Englishwoman bare and chastises her firmly with a switch applied to her naked backside.

The painful, humiliating punishment both assuages Roselyn’s guilt and leaves her yearning to be even more thoroughly mastered by the handsome laird. Though Blair makes it clear that she is free to return home, she instead chooses to remain with the him in his castle… and in his bed. Their passion soon blossoms into romance, but can the highlander protect his beautiful Sassenach when the villain who caused them both so much pain tries to tear her away from him?

Publisher’s Note: The Laird and the Sassenach includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

EXCERPT

Roselyn opted to settle back on the bed beside him, though her sole focus was the hard length of male potency now cradled between her hands. She had nothing with which to compare, but if she wrapped just one fist around it her fingers would not meet so she judged him to be large. She ran her hands the length of him, from the base of his cock to the rounded, smooth head, then back down again. He let out a long sigh which she interpreted as indicating approval. Accordingly, she repeated the action, then again for good measure. Blair’s cock lurched in her hands.
Roselyn was startled. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Nay, lass. That was good. Mind, should you be moved to reach a little lower and cup my balls I should not complain over much.”
Ever a diligent scholar, Roselyn was quick to heed his direction. She sought his balls and attempted to hold them in one hand though they seemed to possess a will of their own. Even so, she commenced a slow, steady massage whilst continuing to pump her other hand up and down the length of his shaft. She quickly realised that the head, that bulbous and smoothly rounded cap, was weeping with cool, slick liquid and becoming wetter with every stroke. Roselyn ran her thumb through the gathering moisture to spread it everywhere she could and she assumed that Blair’s moans signified his approval of that strategy.
His aroma enveloped her, the air redolent with the scent of arousal. Was it his, or hers? She could not be sure but it did not matter. The musky tang clung to her and she bent toward him to better inhale. The odour was heady, addictive… she needed more.
An idea occurred to her. He had said he would taste her, but why should she not know his flavours too? The scent sang to her of spices and freshness, but with a quality she believed to be uniquely male. She would know it better, understand this new experience more completely if she were to make use of all her senses. It was practical, prudent even… She grasped him firmly in her hand and leaned down even more.
At first she was tentative, just drawing the tip of her tongue through the wetness which coated his cock.
Blair muttered that Gaelic word again, adding in several more before he wrapped a great hank of her hair around his hand. He did not pull on it though, nor did he force her head forward. He simply held it, held her.
Gaining in confidence, Roselyn savoured the salty taste on her tongue, then she parted her lips. She took him in, just the head at first. His cock stretched her mouth, but she managed. She sucked on it as though it were a sweetmeat, and decided the similarities were striking enough. The taste was exceptional, a spicy tang which grew stronger as she increased the suction. She turned her face to the side so the head slipped into the pocket of her inner cheek and she was able to take more of the shaft. She used her hand to pump that portion remaining outside, at the same time squeezing the heavy orbs which nestled against her other palm.
Blair tightened his grip on her hair, which heightened her arousal. She was powerful, in control of what was happening between them, but only so long as he permitted it. At any moment he could haul her off or ram her face down, forcing her to take him deeper. He did neither, though he twisted more of her hair around his hand.
He thrust up with his hips, not hard, but enough to signal that he wanted more from her. Roselyn found added momentum, squeezed a fraction harder, sucked that little bit more.
“Sweetheart… you need to stop now.” His tone was muffled, pained almost.
Roselyn released him from her mouth. Had she done something wrong?
“Continue with your hands, harder, faster,” he growled. “Yes, like that. Just. Like. That.”
He jerked violently in her hands. “Let go of my balls and lay that hand over the top, right at the end.”
She obeyed, just as a surge of hot, viscous liquid spurted across her palm.
“Oh!”
“Dinna stop. Not yet…”
She didn’t, and more of the fluid coated her sticky fingers. The aroma was even stronger, headier, and without thinking Roselyn slipped her fingers into her mouth to lick them. Rich flavours exploded on her tongue, sweet and zesty flavours with a piquancy which spoke to her of intimacy, of heat, and of erotically wicked pleasures.
Blair’s grip in her hair relaxed. He stroked her head as though to soothe away a hurt he had not caused. For long moments neither spoke.
Blair broke the silence. “Next time, you shall take my essence in your mouth and swallow it. All of it. For now, though, and since you so particularly wished to explore, I thought it best that you discover what you could expect to happen when you suck a man’s cock.”
“Thank you, sir. It was a most salutary lesson and I appreciate your… your…”
“My generosity?” put in her helpful tutor.
“Yes, that is it. Your generosity. Now though, I believe I may be in need of a cloth.”
“I shall summon Meggie.”
“No!” The prospect of being discovered naked in The McGregor’s bed, her hands covered in his semen, was not one she could quite face. Not yet. “I… I believe I might contrive to manage for myself.”
He laughed. “And I believe you to be shy. Allow me, then.” In moments he had produced a bowl of water, regrettably cool, and a cloth. He proceeded to wipe the remnants of his semen from her hands, then, she supposed from himself. There was a soft splash as he dropped the cloth back into the bowl. “I need to leave, and I will not press you for an answer at once regarding your plans. I hope though that I have managed to demonstrate that your role as my mistress would not be unduly onerous.”
Roselyn could come up with no suitable answer for that, save a somewhat bemused, “Yes, Blair.”

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More about Ashe Barker

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days – her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.

At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

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WIP 1/18/2016- ‘Finding Paradise” Working Title #Spanking #Erotic Romance #ASMSG

FINDING PARADISE

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Great to be here and share an excerpt from my brand new book tentatively titled, FINDING PARADISE. In the 1980’s there was a fun, sexy movie called, Romancing the Stone. A friend read this and said, “It’s  Romancing the Stone meets D/s.”

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EXCERPT

 As Cole slipped her dress over her head, Holly rolled into him and urgently grabbed at the buttons of his shirt, her feverish fingers hurriedly unfastening, but grasping her wrists he pushed her on to her back and pinned them on either side of her head.
“We’ve got all night,” he softly murmured, “and I’m going to make the most of every minute. Don’t move.”
Rising to his feet he leisurely stripped, then returning to lay at her side he slid her panties down her legs and popped the front fastener of her bra. As it sprung free he slid it down her arms and tossed it aside, then kneeling over her he gazed down, marveling at her skin’s golden glow created by the rays of a giant setting sun.
“You’re even more lovely than I remember,” he crooned, then straddling her body he sent his grasp back to her wrists, lowered his lips, and began kissing her neck.
“That makes me crazy,” she bleated. “I love it. I love it so much.”
“I know,” he purred traveling his lips across her shoulders towards her breasts. “I remember the things that make you crazy. I’ve relived them many times.”
She moaned in response, and as he drew in her nipples, sucking hungrily, she raised her chest to meet his mouth.
“Remember what I said?” he murmured lifting his head and locking her eyes.
“Ooh, don’t stop.”
“Does that mean you don’t remember?”
“I can’t stand it,” she complained, ”remember what?”
“My promise to spank you. I promised when we were together before, and I promised you a few minutes ago. I think it’s time I kept that promise.”
“You’re going to do it now?” she gasped. “Right now?”
“Seems as good a time as any,” he said with a wicked grin.
Releasing her wrists, he quickly flipped her on to her stomach and yanked up her hips.
“OH, MY GOSH! What are you doing?”
“You do have an incredibly spankable ass.”
“I can’t believe this! Why do I feel so—”
“So what?” he asked, smoothing his hand over her backside. “So embarrassed?”
“Yes, and, ooh, I feel so weird.”
“That’s natural, but I’ll bet…” he said, his voice trailing off as he slipped his fingers between her legs, “uh-huh, you’re soaked, and in a few minutes you’re going to be even more soaked. Now keep still, and don’t shout out like that again.”
“I didn’t mean to, I was just shocked.”
“I know you’ve been craving this.”
“How could I be craving something I’ve never had?”
“Now you’re just being coy. I think I’ll add a few extra slaps for that.”
“Okay, I have, but it’s weird. I don’t know why.”
“There is no why. It’s just how God made you, and I’m the other side of that coin. Are you ready?”
“I guess.”
“Nope, I need more than that.”
“Good grief.”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
Though her voice had been filled with trepidation, he’d also heard excitement, and raising his hand he brought it down with several quick slaps, not hard, but carrying a sting that would not be disappointing.
“OW.”
“I said no shouting.”
“Sorry.”
“Here, bury your head in this,” he suggested, reaching for her dress and handing to her.
“You mean I’ll need to?”
“You might. I won’t spank you hard, but it’s still going to hurt.”
“Ooh.”
“Unless you’d rather I stop. Do you want me to stop, Holly?”
“Uh, no…no I don’t.”
“Right then, roll up your dress and bury your head.”
Though he didn’t think her yelps or the sound of his smacking hand would carry around to the rocky point to Jack’s ears, having her muffle her squeals in her dress added some extra spice to the moment, and waiting until she was settled, he began to land his slaps in an easy rhythm as he traveled his flattened palm across her cheeks. When she began to squirm he moved his slaps lower, and after adding a few good swats to her sit spot, eliciting a couple of mewling cries, he paused and ran his hand over her warm pink skin.
“How are you feeling?”
“Please will you touch me?” she begged, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.
“That was not the answer to my question,” he said firmly, delivering a solid smack to the center of her bottom. “How are you feeling?”
“OW, did you have to do that?”
“And again,” he declared, landing another hard slap.
“OWW.”
“How are you feeling?”
“My ass is stinging, how do you think I feel?”
“I can’t believe you just said that,” he muttered, shaking his head and grinning at her nerve. “Anything else?”
“Yes. I feel…”
“Go on, everything. Tell me everything.”
“Cole, I love it. I mean, I don’t, but I do. I really do, I just don’t know why.”
“We don’t always need to know why we like something, now close your eyes and feel my hand rub away the burn. That was your introduction.”

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