Saturday Spankings – 9/27/2014 – The STRICT British Barrister – An Excerpt – #ASMSG #SATSPANKS #SPANKING

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Hello My Fellow Kinksters

Welcome to this Saturdays Spanky Event.

This week I’m delighted to bring you a snippet from my new book,

THE STRICT BRITISH BARRISTER

Pre-orders as of 9/30/2014

Release date 9/10/2014

COVER REVEAL:  SOON

Duncan Rhys-Davies is an eminent British barrister, but he has secret life outside his practice, and another, completely covert vocation.

Duncan is a lifestyle Dominant, and an author of BDSM Romance Novels under the alias A.S. Cane.

He writes his books after particularly difficult trials, and does so by taking long ocean voyages away from the hustle and bustle of his every day life. He has had a few shipboard dalliances, but when he meets Brittany Carter, a spoiled, southern belle, he finds himself caught up in a whirlwind romance that catches him off guard. His heart becomes captive to the mischievous young woman, and he has to struggle to keep his head.

Brittany, while giving The Strict British Barrister a run for his money, discovers she has an intense attraction to him, which ultimately causes her to discover the word Strict, truly defines him.


“You were expecting me to tie your wrists and ankles and add the blindfold, all the things I did the last time I spanked you, but one thing you will learn, Brittany, is that my discipline is rarely predictable, now lay over my lap.”

Bending her knees she leaned forward, wriggling her body to find a comfortable position.

I thought this would be on the bed, or on the couch, a place where I could stretch out and be comfortable, but this isn’t comfortable at all, and why isn’t he helping me?

“Move further over,” he said sternly, “you’ll have to squirm to do it.”

Okay, so this is part of the ritual, okay, I get it.

Holding the rod was making things difficult; it was impossible to use her hands to grip the legs of the chair for balance or leverage. He was right, the only way to position herself was to gyrate her hips and wriggle her way into the right spot.

I hope you enjoyed the little peek into their world, and next week I’ll pick this up.  Meanwhile, I hope you’ll have time to click on the link, and visit my other friends who have added their contribution to this week’s hop.

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My Sexy Saturday – 9/27/2014 – The Strict British Barrister – An Excerpt #ASMSG #SEXY SATURDAY

Hello My Fellow Sexy Romance Devotees

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Welcome to My Sexy Saturday for September 27, 2014

This week I’m delighted to bring you a snippet from my new book,

THE STRICT BRITISH BARRISTER

Pre-orders as of 9/30/2014

Release date 10/10/2014

COVER REVEAL: SOON

 

Duncan Rhys-Davies is an eminent British barrister, but he has secret life outside his practice, and another, completely covert vocation.

Duncan is a lifestyle Dominant, and an author of BDSM Romance Novels under the alias A.S. Cane.

He writes his books after particularly difficult trials, and does so by taking long ocean voyages away from the hustle and bustle of his every day life. He has had a few shipboard dalliances, but when he meets Brittany Carter, a spoiled, southern belle, he finds himself caught up in a whirlwind romance that catches him off guard. His heart becomes captive to the mischievous young woman, and he has to struggle to keep his head.

Brittany, while giving The Strict British Barrister a run for his money, discovers she has an intense attraction to him, which ultimately causes her to discover the word Strict, truly defines him.

(This book contains scenes of bondage, spanking and various elements of BDSM).

THEIR FIRST MEETING

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As they entered the elevator she willed her heart to calm itself; she was standing next to him in the tiny space and the subtle scent of his masculine cologne was teasing her nostrils. The aroma was muted, it smelled expensive, and she could detect subdued hints of cedar and pine. 

Lifting her eyes she risked a sideways glance; he was looking right at her, a half-smile on his thick, luscious lips.

Smile you fool, smile back at him.  

Her stomach did an unexpected somersault, and she was horrified when she felt the telltale heat spread across her face.  She’d only experienced a somersault once, when she was fifteen and the quarterback from the high-school football team had pulled her under the bleachers and kissed her, really kissed her, but that hadn’t been exactly a somersault, that had been more like a tumbleweed caught in a breeze.

Duncan’s eyes were blue with astonishing brown flecks, and long dark lashes framed their inviting stare, but using immense concentration she was able to move her lips to return the smile, then dropping her eyes away she managed a covert glance at his left hand.

No ring, no suntan mark either, and he’s traveling alone; this just gets better and better. 

Thank you for stopping by, and I hope you enjoyed this sweet snippet. If you have time please stop by and visit the other contributors to this blog. Just click the link and it will take you to the main page, where you can find all the wonderful authors who are participating. (WP refuses to let me create this list).

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Dominance and submission – Once Upon A Time – #ASMSG #BDSM #Romance #Love

Once upon a time,

the Princess loved him.

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It was a fiery, passionate love.

A love of surprised gasps,

hot whispers

and soft moans.

Once upon a time,

the Prince loved her.

It was a fiery, passionate love.

A love of peppery slaps,

ardent kisses,

and long, sensuous nights.

But they were young,

too young.

In the heady tornado of their youth,

she became caught in the winds of his power.

Unable to see the beauty of her gift,

one too many times,

he was foolish.

One too many times,

she forgave him,

then couldn’t…

Hurried years have whistled by.

The Princess saw her once stunning Prince.

Memories of silk scarves wrapping her wrists,

black satin stealing her light,

flaming heat from his spanking hand,

and the soft, whispered promises…

that were never kept.

His armor was scratched and tarnished,

his once warm, gentle, strong hands,

were scarred and rough.

She searched her heart,

then peered through the dark, heavy metal,

attempting to see his.

It was sadder that she didn’t feel sad,

It was emptier that she saw nothing.

Once upon a time,

the Princess loved a Prince,

or did she?

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My Sexy Saturday 9/12/2014 – THE WANTED COWBOY – #ASMSG – #COWBOYS – #SEX

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Hello my friends.

Is there anything sexier than true romance?

A hero and his passion?

Rhett Butler eat your heart out.

There is now,

LUKE LARSON

THE WANTED COWBOY

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“There’s nothin’ in this world I want more than to kiss you,” he breathed, “but if I do, it won’t stop there.”

“Works for me,” she twinkled up at him.

“You sure?” he whispered.

“Totally and completely sure,” she whispered back.

Lowering his lips on to hers he moved them softly, then slowly began to press harder, his grip growing tighter, until their fervent passion took over and their tongues began to dance as their mouths locked together. When they breathlessly broke apart he peeled off her clothes, starting with her panties. Layer by layer was removed, until he was staring down at her nakedness.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed, and ripping off his robe he fell beside her, lowering his mouth to her breasts, sucking hungrily as he squeezed and caressed.

“Luke, I’ve thought about this so many times,” she moaned, and lifting her body to meet his tongue as he moved down her stomach, she gasped with every inch he journeyed, until he landed between her legs eliciting a squeal of delight.

Thank you for stopping by and perusing my saucy snippet.  To read more about the handsome, daring cowboy and his feisty femme fatale, THE WANTED COWBOY is available at your favorite bookseller, including Amazon.com.

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Saturday Spankings: 9/13/2014 – THREE DARK HOURS – SCHOOL’S IN SESSION – #ASMSG #SPANKING #SATSPANKS

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HELLO MY FELLOW KINKSTERS

Below find an excerpt from

THREE DARK HOURS

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one of the naughty novels in the box set,

SCHOOL’S IN SESSION

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This will continue on from the last snippet, where our naughty girl got her bottom roasted before heading out to dinner.

(“How am I going to sit through dinner?” she groaned).

“Carefully I would say,” he smiled continuing to rub away the burn.

“My gosh, I had no idea a spanking could be like this.”

“Come on, sit up,” he said warmly.

Bringing her into his lap he let her nestle against his chest, and listening to her soft moans he engulfed her in his arms. “

This is so nice,” she murmured. “I can’t remember the last time I was held like this.”

“I think it’s safe to say you’re going to be getting plenty of hugs and frequent spankings from now on,” he said tenderly.

“What do you mean?” she asked, a sense of joy flooding her heart.

“Being your publisher I’m going to expect a certain level of performance,” he began, “and I think a weekly spanking will make sure of it, and as for the hugs, I always hug after I’ve toasted a bottom.”

Thank you for stopping in.  Please visit my delightfully wicked friends who are also participating.

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Dominance and submission – SCHOOL’S IN SESSION – #ASMSG – #SPANKING – #EROTICA

FIVE FUN BOOKS

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FIVE FINE FEMME FATALES

I have often been asked f I find writing somewhat lonely.  I’ve never thought about it, so my answer would have to be, no.  I have my characters to keep me company, and they do; they follow me around and whisper their naughty secrets in my ear all the time.

Recently I was surprised and flattered to be invited to write a book for an anthology, School’s In Session.  

Never having collaborated, or been involved in a group project, I wasn’t sure what to expect, and what I discovered made me rethink the whole ‘writing being a lonely existence’ question.

These lovely ladies, Kate Richards, Celeste Jones, Dinah McLeod and Renee Rose, have been an absolute treat.  Over the last month I have been completely immersed (and overwhelmed) relocating to another part of the country.  Having the support and understanding of such terrific women has been a real eye-opener, and when all is said and done with this box set, I will miss the camaraderie.

This post is a very big thank you to each of them, and to those of you who have purchased the set.  Without you, the reader, there would be no anthologies like this, and I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to work with such a fine group of feisty females.

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End Of Summer Spanks: Winner: E-book of Choice – #ASMSG #SAT SPANKS

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How can one possibly pick a winner from such a great group of comments.

It was virtually impossible, but I struggled through.

I’m pleased to announce that the e-book of choice goes to:

kristinelyon@live.com

Thank you all for participating, and to all you terrific readers, I hope the coming seasons bring you plenty of hot stuff between the covers to keep you warm and toasty.

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Saturday Spankings – 9/5/2014 – Excerpt from: “Three Dark Hours” #ASMSG #SPANKING

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Hello all – it’s that time again.

Please find below a snippet from,

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From The Box Set

SCHOOL’S IN SESSION

featuring four other wickedly wonderful books by,

Renee Rose: The Professor’s Girl

Dina McLeod: Detention With Professor Black

Kate Richards: Educating Marguerite 

Celeste Jones: Laying Down The Law

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I don’t want to give too much away, but let’s just say, in this snippet, our heroine, Isobel, is learning what it means to be well and truly spanked.

“Are you almost done?” she moaned.

“Let’s see, about a minute left,” he replied, and after squeezing the red, fleshy skin he began anew.

“I’ve never been spanked like this,” she howled.

“It won’t be the last time my hand will turn this bottom red,” he promised.

“OWWWW, why?” she bleated.

“I’ll tell you when I’m done,” he said brusquely.

After a volley of sharp swats, eliciting loud squeals muffled by the sofa cushions, the timer dinged and his hot hand began its gentle caress.

“How am I going to sit through dinner?” she groaned.

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Thanks for stopping by, and I hope you’ll visit the other blog participants on this weeks naughty, spanky hop.

 1.   Cara Bristol
2.   Renee Rose
3.   S. J. Maylee
4.   Leigh Smith
5.   Etta Stark
6.   PK Corey
7.   Anastasia Vitsky (Governing Ana)
8.   Friday I’m In Love – Angela R Sargenti
9.   Thianna D
10.  Natasha Knight
11.  Kristin Elyon
12.  Playing the Edge~Susan Arden
13.  Breanna Hayse Romance
14.  Ashe Barker

15.  Patty Devlin

16.  Abbie Adams
17.  Sue Lyndon
18.  Jaye Peaches
19.  Corbin’s Bend
20.  Adaline Raine
21.  Maddie Taylor

22.  Normandie Alleman
23.  Lily Harlem
24.  Emily Tilton
25.  Celeste Jones
26.  Casey McKay
27.  Christina Mandara
28.  Meredith O’Reilly
29.  Trent Evans Letters
30.  Maggie Carpenter – Elegant Erotica
31.  Megan Michaels
32.  Kathryn R. Blake

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Spanking Romance Reviews – ‘END OF SUMMER SPANKS’ – “Three Dark Hours”

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Welcome to the End of Summer Spanks Blog Hop, brought to you by Spanking Romance Reviews and Saturday Spankings! Dozens of authors and bloggers are participating, and there are lots of fun spanky posts to read as well as awesome PRIZES to be won!

Here are the Grand Prizes:

Kindle or Nook from Blushing Books

$25 Gift Certificate to Amazon from Stormy Night Publications

$25 Gift Certificate to Amazon from Baronet Press

One month membership to Pandora Blake’s Dreams of Spanking

Hand made paddle from Blondie’s Place

$25 Gift Certificate to Amazon from Wizards in Publishing

You can have it all package by Variant Books

Six month membership to Discipline & Desire

$25 GC from Jolynn Raymond

An ebook package from LearningDD

Ebook Cover Design

& Matching Facebook Cover Picture from Kandes Pixels

Much, much more!

My humble contribution to this fabulous, fun, sexy hop, is an excerpt from

THREE DARK HOURS

Release Date: September 6.

Part of the

School’s in Session box set,

along with books by

Dinah McLeod, Celeste Jones, Renee Rose and Kate Richards.

Isobel Parker believes she has neither the talent or education to write a full length novel, and to improve her skills she enrolls in an after hours creative writing course.

On the first night, excited and enthusiastic, she walks into the classroom and is shocked to see the hero of every short story she’s ever written. He is tall, wide-shouldered, with black hair and sizzling blue eyes; his name is Patrick Doyle and she is hooked.

Captivated by the bulging muscles threatening to break through the thin white cotton sleeves of his shirt, and the smattering of chest hair peeking across the open collar, she finds it impossible to concentrate.  As the classes continue her sleepless nights become filled with dark fantasies in which he is the star, and when he instructs his students to write a short story entitled, Three Dark Hours, Isobel jumps at the opportunity to put her lascivious fantasies on paper. 

As she finishes the erotic account of spanking and other wicked pursuits, she prays that when the handsome and enigmatic Mr. Doyle reads it, he will understand it’s actually a very special, very naughty invitation.

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Not only was Patrick captivated by her salacious story, his member was pressing urgently in his trousers, and any doubt he had about taking Isobel to his bed had been vanquished.  As he finished the last page he took a deep breath, exhaled dramatically, looked across at her and shook his head.

“You didn’t like it?” she asked fearfully.

“Oh, yes, I definitely liked it, very much.  I can honestly say it held my attention to the very last word.  As I told you last time we talked you are a talented writer, but Isobel, you are also a very naughty girl.”

The butterflies that had been fluttering around her stomach suddenly burst forth and tripled in number.

“I am?” she squeaked.

“You certainly are,” he smiled, “and you know it.  The question is, what am I going to do about it?”

Isobel was not the first student to have reached out to him through their work, but she was certainly the most brazen, and she’d made her dark desires shockingly clear.

“Give me an A?” she giggled, then blushed furiously at the facetious remark that had spilled from her lips. “Sorry,” she added quickly, “sometimes things come out of me before I have time to stop them.”

Rising from his chair he walked slowly towards her.  Her eyes were full of expectation, and as he neared he had to fight the desire to yank her to her feet, throw her across his desk, spank her soundly, and devour her body.

“You were right,” he said softly.

“What about?” she breathed, knowing he was about to say something that would completely take her breath way.

“Me,” he said simply.

Gulping, she stared up at him as he perched on the edge of her desk.

“I would love to indulge us both,” he began, “but you need to know the ground rules.”

Rules already?  Oh, my gosh, how great is this?

“Sure, of course,” she nodded, and if I break them will I be spanked?

“I’m a single guy and I like it that way.  Whatever we do there can be no strings.  No unannounced dropping by, or tearful goodbyes when things have run their course.  I don’t do drama, Isobel.  Can you live with that?”

Though his radiant blue eyes were compelling, and his manicured hands promised hours of prurient pleasure, she felt a distant, but distinct recoil.

He will absolutely break your heart.  You don’t know how to do casual, you never have.

“So, Isobel, can you?”

“Sure!” she declared. Shit. Did I just say that?

“In that case…” he breathed.

As he rose to his feet he reached down, grabbed her arm and pulled her from her seat.

“You really are a very bad girl for handing in such a licentious piece of work.  If I’d decided to read that during class I would have had a very hard time.”

“That was kind of the point,” she giggled, “making things hard for you.  I’m surprised you’re not grateful!”

“You really want to be spanked, don’t you?” he wickedly grinned.

“Kind of,” she squeaked.

His firm grip on her arm was sending a hot wave of need through her sex, and as he led her to his desk a quiver bristled down her spine.

“Elbows down,” he said firmly, “and arch your back.”

Grateful she’d decided to wear a skirt rather than slacks, tremulously she bent forward, closing her eyes as the exquisite feelings began to sweep over her.

God I love this, I love this so much.  There must be something seriously wrong with me! I can’t believe this is happening. Oh, my, God, I’m about to be spanked.

Patrick wasted no time, dropping his hand in a flurry of quick sharp smacks, eliciting just as many gasps of surprise, then flipping up her skirt up he stared for a moment at her cute French cut black panties before dispatching them down her legs.

“Lovely,” he murmured smiling at the slightly pink, round backside waiting for more.

“Th-thank you,” she managed.

Breathless and overcome Isobel was lost in the moment. She had just been spanked for the very first time by her handsome teacher, the hero of her fantasies, and she was convinced she would faint from the sheer excitement of it all.

“Patrick, this is amazing,” she whimpered dropping her head into her hands.

Without responding he traced his fingertips lightly across the width of her bottom, drawing forth a wriggle, then flattening his palm he began to deliver slow, sound smacks.  It didn’t take long for the squirming to start, and as he increased the zing her gyrations were joined by utterances of pain.

“I’m sorry,” she bleated gasping between the words as his hand fell.  “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I thought you’d be reading the stories at home!”

Her apology brought a respite, and he smoothed his hand across her glowing moons.

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he scolded. “The intent of handing me that story was to turn me on, and it never even occurred to you when I might read it.  Correct?”

“Yes, correct,” she admitted.

“You should have waited until after class to give me something so salacious,” he said sternly, “and besides your general lack of focus, that, Isobel Parker, is why I’m going to make your bottom very red.”

His threat sent fresh heat swarming through her sex, and as the spanking resumed she rubbed her thighs together chasing the elusive pleasure.

“No, no, young lady, you get those legs apart,” he growled dropping his hand to slap the backs of her thighs.

“OW, sorry,” she wailed hurriedly shuffling her feet.

“Don’t try that again,” he ordered bringing his hand back to her crimson cheeks without skipping a beat.

“I won’t,” she promised, “please, no more. I’ll behave, I’ll be so good, I’ll pay attention every second, I swear!”

His member almost bursting he hastily unzipped his fly, cursing himself for not having a condom in his pocket.

“Fingers on your cunt,” he said huskily, “let me see your climax.”

Wailing a grateful cry she dropped her fingers against her sex, searching out her clit, rubbing furiously. She could feel her orgasm looming, and as it washed over her she cried out her joy just as his hot cream squirted across her seared bottom.

“Stay there,” he said breathlessly.

Grateful that he had his gym bag he hurriedly retrieved a towel, wiped himself, then carried it back to her.

“I think you’re going to have quite a tender backside tomorrow,” he smiled as he cleared away the evidence of his attention and pulled up her panties. “On Wednesday night you’re to wear something underneath your dress to match the story you wrote.”

“I will,” she panted, still trying to recover from startling experience and her jolting climax.

“No, no, Isobel, try that again,” he murmured leaning over her and kissing ear. “I think it’s time you started using the ‘s’ word.”

“Yes, Sir,” she smiled.

“There you go, much better,” he whispered. “Grab your stuff and I’ll walk you out.”

I hope you enjoyed this, and please visit the other wonderful authors on this

End Of Summer Blog Hop

1.    Spanking Romance Reviews
2.    Saturday Spankings
3.    Renee Rose
4.    Corinne Alexander
5.    Kate Richards
6.    Katherine Deane
7.    Adaline Raine
8.   Jaye Peaches
9.   Casey McKay
10.  Maddie Taylor
11.  Patty Devlin
12. Abbie Adams
13.  Anastasia Vitsky (Governing Ana)
14.  Sue Lyndon
15.  Rollin Hand’s Disciplinary Tales
16.  Rayanna Jamison
17.  1950s Wife
18.  Tara Finnegan Romance
19.  An Autumnal Spanking from Suz deMello
20.  Kristin Elyon
21.  Susan Arden~Playing the Edge
22.  Helen Karol Writes
23.  Incessantly Spanked
24.  Ashley Ladd
25.  Celeste Jones
26.  Shelly Douglas
27.  Dinah McLeod
28.  Trent Evans Letters
29.  Megan Michaels
30.  Natasha Knight
31.  Breanna Hayse Romance
32.  Etta Stark
33.  Stevie MacFarlane
34.  Holla Dean mostly spankin’ good romance stories
35.  Normandie Alleman
36.  Bella Bryce
37.  Elegant Erotica – Maggie Carpenter
38.  Meredith O’Reilly
39.  Mad In Wonderland Reviews
40.  Jolynn Raymond’s Dark Obsessions

Dominance and submission – A Slate Grey Sea – #ASMSG #Romance #Erotica

Sea

She remembers when the sea was blue, so blue, turquoise blue,

with dancing diamonds flashing in the sun.

She remembers when the sand was warm beneath her feet,

even when the cool foam washed over them,

leaving her toes to sink as it slunk back to the depths.

She remembers when he picked up a long, white stick,

drew a heart, kissed her as the ocean lapped at their ankles,

then carried it home and used it to kiss her flesh with stinging heat.

She remembers the boat,

the tiny cabin;

He was a pirate,

and ravaged her as only a pirate can.

She remembers being woken before dawn by sweet whispers,

and strong arms,

and in a sleepy, blissful state,

watching him surf the curl,

her body still tingling.

She remembers…

when the storm came.

She remembers when the winds whipped,

and the cold sent the chills down her spine…

What they were,

what they had,

had sailed from sight.

No dancing diamonds,

no hearts in the sand.

Only memories,

and a slate, grey sea.

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