Once upon a time,
the Princess loved him.
It was a fiery, passionate love.
A love of surprised gasps,
and soft moans.
Once upon a time,
the Prince loved her.
It was a fiery, passionate love.
A love of peppery slaps,
and long, sensuous nights.
But they were 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,
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?
Hello my friends.
Is there anything sexier than true romance?
A hero and his passion?
Rhett Butler eat your heart out.
There is now,
THE WANTED COWBOY
“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.
Saturday Spankings: 9/13/2014 – THREE DARK HOURS – SCHOOL’S IN SESSION – #ASMSG #SPANKING #SATSPANKS
HELLO MY FELLOW KINKSTERS
Below find an excerpt from
THREE DARK HOURS
one of the naughty novels in the box set,
SCHOOL’S IN SESSION
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.”
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FIVE FUN BOOKS
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.
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:
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.
THREE DARK HOURS
Hello all – it’s that time again.
Please find below a snippet from,
THREE DARK HOURS
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
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.
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
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!
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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.
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
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.
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.
and a slate, grey sea.
My Sexy Saturday – 8/30/2014 – An Excerpt From “Wanted” – A Sexy Cowboy Novel – #ASMSG #Romance #Sexy Saturday
Please find below, a romantic, sexy, snippet from,
“Hey,” he said tenderly, “this is all gonna work itself out,” and moving Ghost close to Dusty, holding his reins in one hand, he brought the other to the back of her head, and leaning across the narrow space between them he brought his lips to hers.
The lingering, loving kiss enveloped Tess in a tingling warmth, and as their mouths mingled longingly, their tongues lightly touched, sending her pulse racing and her butterflies fluttering. His lips were full and moist, his hand on the back of her head firm and sure, and when he pressed with greater fervor, his mouth suddenly demanding, she moaned as an aching need surged through her sex.
Breaking away he sighed heavily, still clutching her neck.
“Tess,” he breathed.
The intense blaze in his eyes, the grip of his hand, the sparkling passion he was radiating, relayed the truth in his soul, and with her heart thundering she whispered,
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Hello Again Fellow Kinksters
I received a request for a continuation of last week’s snippet from,
and I’m more than happy to oblige.
A Reminder Of The Set Up.
Our cowboy hero, Luke Larson, has instructed his lady-love to stay at home while he makes a dash through the woods on his way to a hide out. Of course she knows better, and decides to follow him to provide backup. When she is discovered he is furious that she put herself at risk, and orders her to place her hands on the trunk of a tree, arch her back, and be prepared to pay for her gross disobedience.
(Edited for brevity)
“You need to get back to your car and go home,” he said, his voice unexpectedly tender, “and I’ll call you when I make it to the ranch.”
“Okay, I’m going, but please be careful.”
“You know I am gonna whip your butt properly for comin’ out here, just as soon as I can.”
“Just stay safe,” she whispered, and with her bottom stinging she turned and moved slowly through the trees, but it was only a few minutes later that she paused.
Wait, I just saved his bacon, and he may not have liked that I came out here but I can’t let him just keep going without any kind of backup. I’ll follow from a safe distance, just for a few minutes.
She pretended not to hear the warning voice in her head, the one that told her she was in enough trouble already. It was like a vague shadow on a cloudy day, and happy with her decision she turned around and started to return the spot where she’d just left him.
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