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Author Spotlight – Ava Sinclair visits with a sexy, new Sci-Fi

Ava Sinclair is visiting today with a hot, new erotic sci fi. It’s heating up the charts, and is in two top 50 categories on Amazon. 🙂

Excerpt:

“Today,” he said, “I teach you control.”

Her heart was pounding. What did he mean? He was completely silent as he loomed over her, but then a finger dropped to her collarbone and trailed lightly down her skin, and something in so light a touch from so huge a man caused a shudder to run through Phaedra’s small body. When that finger reached her breast, the tip of it circled the areola, sending tiny goosebumps of flesh on her skin and causing her nipple to harden almost painfully.

She could feel the wetness starting to form between her legs as his finger now circled the other nipple. Phaedra scrunched her eyes shut tight and squeezed her thighs together, as if that could stop the throbbing of her pussy. When she opened her eyes, she could see Bron looking down at those clamped thighs, and when he drug his gaze up to hers, she could tell he knew her body was already betraying her. The corner of his mouth was curved up in a knowing smirk, and at that moment Phaedra’s anger flared.

“NO!” She began to pull against the restraints, to kick her legs, to arch away from Bron while calling him every vile name she could think of. And he —the beast!— was perfectly calm as he caught her, turned her over, clutched her by the waist, raised her ass and began to spank her with hard, heavy blows.

“OWWWW!” Her protests and profanities turned to sobs and pleas as her captor’s hard hand fell and fell and fell. He did not spank her quickly, but methodically, carefully timing the blows and letting her whimper in expectation of each one. He was suspending her in a full state of helplessness, forcing her to connect with it.

Where the other spanking had been corrective, this one sent a message: I have all the time in the world to spank your bottom. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.

The burn of the spanks went subdermal. Her bottom felt as if it were throbbing. Each spank echoed through the room. When Phaedra looked back in one frantic, pain-filled moment, she could see Bron staring between her kicking legs. This made her wail even louder, for she knew what he saw—an exposed pussy glistening wet with need.

“Please!” Her voice was hoarse now, and she could barely expel the word. Bron was rubbing her sore bottom, his hand inflaming the burning surface with each pass. For good measure, he squeezed a punished cheek before wordlessly turning her back over. Her bottom was so tender that Phaedra arched away from the bed, but when Bron placed a hand on her pelvis, his expression was so serious that she dropped her pulsing haunches to the mattress, tears of defeat leaking from her eyes.

“Again.” It was a single word that marked Bron’s intention of resuming his lesson, as if the spanking were merely a trivial interruption. His finger went back to her nipples, circling one and then the other. And despite the discomfort in her bottom, Phaedra’s pussy once again clenched hungrily. She did not shut her legs this time; there was, she decided, no use trying to hide what he could so easily reveal.

The finger moved between her breasts, trailing down and down and down past her navel to the crest of her Venus mound to the top of the deep cleft of her pussy. He ordered her to spread her legs wide, and after weighing the cost of disobedience, Phaedra obeyed, focusing on the ornate tiles of the high ceilings for want of distraction.

But there was no distraction great enough to draw her attention away from what he did next. Bron parted Phaedra’s labia with two large fingers and touched the little gold shield that covered her clitoris. It all but melted away under his finger, and when the air hit that little nub of flesh, she felt it pulse and swell and throb.

“You’ve drugged me.” She looked at him accusingly, unwilling to admit that her arousal was a natural reaction, given her situation.

“I’ve no need to drug a female.”

“You’ve drugged me.” Phaedra’s tone was insistent, angry. “Why are you making me act like this?” She moved her hips, desperate to dislodge the finger that was now moving on that sensitive little pearl in maddening circles.

He laughed. “Oh, little human. You seek to keep your dignity by denying the truth. You need no drugging. You are under the sway of your own natural desires. You cannot control your passion, whether it be the desires of your body or your urge to unleash your tongue when you should remain silent.” He paused as his finger moved up and down, and Phaedra moaned. “You must learn to curb your passions.”

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Blurb:

General Augustus Bron, Commander of the Traoian Iron Guard, has never approved of the practice of capturing human women and training them to serve the rich and powerful of his world. He knows, however, that success in politics is all but impossible without the social status granted by ownership of a human pet, and with his planet in desperate need of new leadership he sees little choice but to obtain one for himself.

When she pieces together a connection between five missing women, reporter Phaedra Ellis knows she is onto something big, but before she can go public with her story she is taken from her apartment in the middle of the night and brought to a facility unlike anything she has ever seen before. To her shock, Phaedra is informed that she is no longer on Earth, and more disturbing still, she is now the property of a huge, powerful alien warrior who will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her soundly should she dare to disobey him.

After an intimate, deeply humiliating medical examination confirms her suitability as a pet, Bron begins Phaedra’s training. Though taming her will require a firm hand and punishments much more shameful than a mere spanking may be necessary from time to time, he has no doubt that he is up to the task. But despite his efforts to remain stoic, his beautiful little human has soon claimed a place in his heart. When Bron’s enemies seek to use his growing love for Phaedra against him, can the battle-hardened soldier find a way to protect both his planet and his pet?

Publisher’s Note: The Alien’s Captive is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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About the author:

Once upon a time, there was a young woman who found the only way to get her kinky reading fix was to haunt questionable sections of the bookstore and – when no one was looking – snatch up a copy of “Penthouse Letters”, which she proceeded to hide inside a magazine for camouflage.

She was a nice southern girl then, and nice southern girls didn’t read stories she craved – stories of domination and correction and surrender. Or, at least, they didn’t own to it.

Oh, how times have changed. No longer a young woman, Ava Sinclair is pleased to live in an exciting time when all manner of erotica is available at the click of a button. And she’s so very proud to be one of the writers her younger self would have wanted to read.

From her beginnings as a contributor to the first online purveyor of female erotica, Bethany’s Woodshed, Ava Sinclair went on to not only write but to become an executive editor in the industry. In 2015, she returned to writing fulltime when she published “Marshal’s Little Girl” with Stormy Night Publications. That book led to a string of a dozen bestsellers, nine of which became #1 Amazon bestsellers.

From alien worlds to western towns to windswept Highlands to shadowy government institutes where women are taken for training, Ava enjoys creating detailed worlds and crafting believable plots that frame sizzling scenes of sex and domination her readers have come to love.

She resides in the green hills of southern Virginia with her family, an indecent number of cats, her little dog and an Eagle Owl named Lucius. When she’s not writing, she can be found reading, scouring antique shops for vintage teacups, or riding her horses.

 

Promo – Commander’s Slave, by Sue Lyndon

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I am so excited to have Sue Lyndon here to share her brand new spanking romance with us!  I love science fiction, so this is right up my alley! I can’t wait to read this one. Take it away, Sue. 🙂

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In my new release, Commander’s Slave, Betsy doesn’t quite fit in with the Kall servants in the house she’s brought to after being sold as a slave. They lock her out of the servants’ quarters and she has to sleep in a storage room…that is until her new master, Commander Edek, returns to the Kall homeworld. Edek orders Betsy to sleep in his bed, and as you can see in the following excerpt, she’s not so thrilled about the idea:

 

She swallowed and met Edek’s dark, dangerous gaze. “Let go of me, Master. It’s late and I’d like to retire in my room now. Downstairs.”

Edek glared at her for a moment, his features tense, before flipping her back over his knee. Cool air hit her skin as he flipped her skirt up and yanked her panties down, baring her bottom. Betsy kicked wildly and almost managed to squirm off his lap. With a deep growl, he pinned her legs down with one of his and pressed a firm hand to her back. When her hands flew back to cover her exposed bum, he trapped them at her lower back.

Shame heated her face, and anger boiled her blood, the two emotions swirling together as reality set in. He’d bared her bottom. He meant to spank her for refusing to sleep in his room. She chided herself for her stupid display of bravery and virtue.

Thwack! His hand bounced off her bottom. As before, he alternated spanking her cheeks. First her left, then her right, over and over again. The rapid swats had her howling in no time, and burning tears escaped her eyes.

“Please, Master!” She couldn’t take one more swat, yet he continued on, spanking her bottom raw as her sorrow and helplessness built alongside the pain.

“You will obey me in all things, Betsy. Are we clear?” The swats rained down as he spoke, his voice full of command. Gone was the tender Kall she’d glimpsed moments ago.

“Yes, Master! I promise!” Her sobs deepened, and she closed her eyes. Once more, she wished to return to the life she’d left behind. Earth. How she missed it and all its imperfection. Of all the planets she’d visited in her short life, she loved Earth the most. It was home, and she’d never feel at home again. She’d always feel displaced. Punished. Inferior. Frustrated and hopeless. The hopelessness was the worst, because it choked her breath and made her tears fall faster.

Edek paused but kept his hand on her bottom, a threat that he could resume spanking at any second. “I will be a fair master to you, Betsy. I won’t cause you any permanent harm. The worst you can expect from me is a good strapping if you’ve committed a serious offense. Your behavior reflects on me and I expect you to conduct yourself accordingly, especially while in the presence of others in the household and in town. Disobedient slaves in other households are punished much more severely than you will be here. You should consider yourself lucky, little human.”

Lucky. Right. She sniffled and willed the tears to stop, but her bottom ached and she hated the emotion swelling in her chest. She must be crazy, because a little voice in the back of her mind whispered that she might in fact be lucky. If the disgusting pervert from the auction had been the highest bidder instead of Lanzo, she suspected she’d be much worse off. Possibly dead.

She sucked in a deep, shaky breath. “I apologize, Master. I will sleep where you tell me to sleep, and I will try my best to obey you.” The words she uttered so easily would’ve shocked the old Betsy. But she wasn’t that girl anymore. She might as well have lost her name for real the day she stood on the slave block. In a way, she already had. She was Heslla, a human slave named after an orange flower that grew high in the mountains of an alien world she would never escape.

“I’m glad to hear that, Betsy.” Edek caressed her bottom, rubbing some of the sting away. To Betsy’s mortification, his touch warmed her insides and incited a pulsing ache between her thighs. Her whole body tingled. “Now you will go to the bed and await my joining you.”

 

Blurb:

Only the fiercest alien warrior can tame her human heart…

After the destruction of the peace treaty between Earth and the invading Kall, First Daughter of the United States Betsy Carson is convicted for crimes she did not commit in an act of political revenge. Sentenced to a lifetime of slavery on the Kall homeworld, she expects the rest of her days to be a constant struggle for survival, and when she finds herself naked on the auction block, staring into the eyes of a disgusting Kall who’s made the opening bid, she prays for anything but the misery and despair of being his. Fortunately, he’s outbid by a gentle, older man, who brings her to his mountain home as a gift for his brother, a fierce Kall warrior who loathes humans and blames them for the deaths of his wife and sons in the war with Earth. Her hopes to be left alone by her new master are dashed when he orders her to sleep in his bed, and she soon discovers disobedience will earn her a firm, bare-bottom spanking from the strong warrior.

Commander Edek enjoys disciplining the spirited Betsy, who grows more eager to submit to his dominance and obey his demands. And he finds owning a petite human slave has other benefits as well. Her silken red hair, sparkling blue eyes, and soft curves entice him to forget the past, and her sweet presence calms the storm of grief raging in his heart. But his new world is shattered when he arrives home one day to find her missing, and Edek’s skills as a Kall warrior are put to the ultimate test…

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Author info: Sue Lyndon is a multi-published author of erotic BDSM romance and spanking romances. She enjoys a good book in any genre, loves Star Trek and Battlestar Galactica, and runs on coffee and chocolate. Learn more about Sue and her books at www.suelyndon.com