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Spanked After 40 – heroines in their prime

Today’s a special post in honor of all the “older than average” spanked female characters.  🙂

I have read several books recently that have had female main characters who were slightly older than the average 20-30 something. I adored these women, and loved their stories. It makes sense. I’m not 20 or 30 anymore. I’m a 40 something. So it’s nice to every once in a while connect with  a character who is close to my own age.

So in honor of the slightly more experienced women in spanking and erotic romance, I have placed their covers along with a quick logline for each, so you can meet these awesome women.

All are over 36, and a few are even a bit older. But that doesn’t stop them from being fantastic characters! I can vouch for them, having read 3/4 of them. And I am planning on reading the rest, soon.

Thanks to the authors for sharing their wonderful characters.

These are in no particular order 🙂

 

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Buy on Amazon (currently sold as part of When the Gavel Falls box set)

 

 

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Thanks for stopping by!

Happy spanks!

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Masters of the Castle – Masters of Writing

Holy Hannah!

Get a look at the authors on this box set-  Darling Adams (Renee Rose), Maggie Ryan, Tabitha Black, Abbie Adams, and Maren Smith! You already know this is going to be one freaking hot, book set! But feel free to take my word for it. 🙂 I had the pleasure of reading Darling’s book ahead of time, and man, I was “happy” all night. (So was my husband. He says to thank you, Darling. 😉 ) Here’s the inside scoop. And don’t forget to join the party. Lots of fun and prizes!

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When the Gavel Falls

(Masters of the Castle)

Maren Smith, Darling Adams, Maggie Ryan, Tabitha Black and Abbie Adams

 

Release date: Saturday, January 24th

Facebook party with the authors and prizes including a FREE Kindle Fire.

Saturday Jan. 24th, 9-11 AM EST

 

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Five stories from Blushing Books best selling authors including, Maren Smith, the mastermind behind the contemporary Masters of the Castle series. Tabitha Black author of Claiming Cassia and The Abbeyville Way. Maggie Ryan author of the Divine Design series and The Women of Wintercrest. Darling Adams, the author of Loose Morals and Yes, Doctor. Last but not least, Abbie Adams author of A Little Training.

Grab this amazing collection of five all-new Blushing novellas. Almost 200,000 words of reading for a price that’s 50% of the regular price for these books. Money might not buy love, but at The Castle it can buy a submissive for the weekend.

Punishing Portia

When well-known chef and restaurateur David Marone recognizes the food critic who just lambasted him in a review on the charity auction block, he bids an inordinate amount to keep her as his slave for three nights. He remembers the haughty foodie from culinary school seventeen years earlier, and relishes the idea of getting even with her for her mean-spirited review. Portia Sands hopes the dark and gorgeous Chicago chef who won the bid for her at the Castle charity auction doesn’t know her real identity as the food critic who tore him apart in a review the week before. She finds he hasn’t changed since culinary school–still arrogant, over-confident and domineering. Unfortunately, he has the same effect on her now as he did then: reducing her to a trembling mass of jello. When he pushes her to her limits, placing her in a cage like a pet, she discovers he knows who she is, and means to exact revenge. She considers calling the Castle safeword to end their time together, but some part of her won’t allow it. Somehow she must survive three nights as his slave and keep her heart in the process.

 

Buying Brianny

He was a man for God’s sake. A man living in the twentieth century where treating a woman delicately had been bred into him. You never hit a girl, his mother had taught him that from a tender age. Women’s rights were touted hither and yon. Spanking was for disobedience in children. No, children weren’t spanked anymore either.

Kian had been spanked many times as a child. His single mother might have seemed like a country mouse, but she’d walloped him good on more than one occasion. And he’d deserved everything she dished out. He knew it—and he knew she loved him and wanted the best for him too.

That hadn’t worked with an ex of his though. She hadn’t thought of it as loving when he’d busted her ass for drinking and driving. No, she’d ended the relationship in a hurry. Of course he’d never repeated the mistake with another women. Not even his Brianny, who as it turns out, has craved discipline among other things.

Brianny has a bucket list, not the kind you want to do before you die—the kind you do before you get married. Okay, maybe not that either, but her sister says unless Brianny explores her inner submissive, she’ll never be content with her future husband.

But what if said future husband turns her away because he doesn’t like her submissive side? It had taken Brianny a pint of Hot Damn and her kinky sister to even put voice to her secret desires.

Some people go to strange and amazing lengths to prove their love. All Brianny wants as proof is for Kian to buy her at The Castle’s New Year’s Eve charity auction, then tie her up and take away her control. Consentual, non-consent, that’s what her sister had called it. Was that too much to ask?

Will Kian pay the asking price?

 

Sharing Silver

It’s been six months since her vanilla marriage ended in divorce, and Sylvia is craving some fun and excitement – not to mention kink. So when her friend Rosa tells her about a slave auction being held at her workplace, the Castle, Sylvia throws caution to the wind and signs herself up to fly all the way to America to be sold off to the highest bidder under the nickname Silver. Gorgeous twin Castle Masters, Travis and Trevor, can have any girl they choose – and frequently do. The only downside to topping female guests, however, is the fact that there’s never enough time to build trust. So when Trevor hears about the auction, he decides it’s time to be selfish, and he and his brother set about looking for a plaything they can do whatever they want with – a girl with as few limits as possible. When Silver and the twins meet, the chemistry is instantaneous and palpable. But all too soon, something more begins to develop between the three. What should have been a few days of physical excitement turns into an emotional roller coaster – not only for Silver, but for Travis and Trevor as well. Overwhelmed by the events at the BDSM resort – and her feelings – Silver tries to get to grips with her past, as well as the fact that she’s rapidly falling in love with the two biggest playboys in Ohio. In turn, Travis and Trevor are smitten by the mysterious girl from Australia, but whenever they try to get closer emotionally, she clams up. Can the twins make her see what she means to them before it’s too late, and Silver gets back on the plane home?

 

Owning O

She’s the most highly-coveted submissive the Castle has ever known. She never says no, never cries her safeword, and never plays with the same Dom twice. For years Alan has watched her, always looking but never allowed to touch until the night the Castle hosts its first ever charity auction. Seizing his chance, Alan bids, but defeating the other Doms in the audience is only the first and easiest step in his bid to own the infamous O. Freeing her from herself quickly proves to be much, much harder… Owning O. Welcome to the Castle.

 

Rosie’s Resolution

‘Don’t chicken out’ – those three little words are at the top of Rosa’s list of resolutions. Sure, she’s never before kept any of her past resolutions for even a week, but she is determined that this year it will be different. As soon as Master Marshall announced that a Charity Auction would be held to honor one of the Castle’s founding Masters, Don, Rosa knew it was fate. As an employee of the Castle, that marvelous place where any and all dreams and fantasies can become reality, she knows that this is the time to pursue her dream. Time to remove her Nanny uniform and don the clothes she has been dreaming of wearing for as long as she can remember.

This New Year’s Eve, she will stand on the stage and pray that someone will bid for her and want to be her Daddy. The moment the gavel falls, Rosa becomes Rosie – the Little girl who will spend the next few days discovering what it’s like to be taken care of, to be cuddled, and loved… not only by a handsome, wonderful Daddy, but, to her immense surprise, by a beautiful, loving Mommy as well… Will she discover that being Little isn’t all fun and games? Will she admit when she’s been naughty – remembering that breaking rules has painful consequences for her backside? Will she keep her resolutions long enough to find the answers she seeks? And even if she doesn’t chicken out, will her heart be able to pay the price?

 

The room grew quiet when Master Marshall ascended the stage. His formal black leathers melded him with the darkness in the room, and just the sight of him as he crossed the dais to take up the auctioneer’s microphone made the already thick tension in the room heavier.

“Good evening,” Master Marshall greeted, while the lights on the stage moved to center him and bring the Master of the Castle into stark relief against the red backdrop of the heavy velvet curtains. “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Castle’s first ever Charity Submissive Auction. As many of you know, this last summer the Castle lost one of its own to cancer. For those of you who knew him, the loss has been soul-rending. For those who didn’t, Master Don was one of the original six Masters with the vision to help me take a dilapidated stone structure going to rubble in Scotland and bring it here, to Ohio. His greatest contribution to our facility has been the Nobles’ Program, the period costumes, and the Master’s Supper and Show, where he presided every night without fail that entire first year. There are bits and pieces of his influence in every wing and every hall, and in the rules by which we abide. In short, the Castle never would have become the success it is today without Don, and so, what better way to honor his memory than by hosting this charity event? Bid and bid generously. Each submissive you are about to meet has pledged to make this a weekend to remember, and every penny you spend not only will the Castle match, but it will, in Don’s name, be donated to aid in a very worthy cause: the fight to eradicate cancer for good.”

Applause erupted through the room. Master Marshall held up his hands, waiting for the room to quiet. “Before we begin, let’s go over the rules. What you are purchasing tonight is the use of a willing submissive who has vowed to make herself yours from the moment you make payment until ten o’clock Monday morning. If you are the winning bidder in an auction, your submissive will be removed to a waiting area while you settle your account. You will then be given a file containing his or her likes, wants, desires…and hard limits. You will make yourself familiar with those limits and you will not cross those lines.”

The quiet that had descended over the audience became amplified as Marshall looked over them, the ice blue of his gaze seeming to pierce each one of them in turn.

“Your submissive has vowed to make his or herself pliant to your desires,” Marshall continued, and his stare became positively glacial. “But no still means no. If you cross that line, you will find yourself in my office and I will not be forgiving. Also, the Castle rule regarding gags is still very much in effect. If you do not apply for a waiver and I catch you using one, I will not be forgiving. Are these rules understood?”

No one in the audience said a word, but his edicts were crystal clear and after another sweeping glare, Marshal nodded. “Then let us begin. Our first submissive, ladies and gentlemen. Please welcome…Jasmine.”

 

Come and join us this weekend for the release party where we will be giving away free copies of the entire box set, free books donated by each of the authors, a $50 and $25 Amazon or B&N gift cards, and a brand new Kindle Fire! So if you haven’t done it already, friend me on Facebook and join us this weekend for the When the Gavel Falls Masters of the Castle release party!

Scare Your Pants Off- Friday: Evil Wizards and Lusty Vampires

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Happy Halloween! It’s official! We made it through the week of scares! Here are the posts from the rest of the week, just in case you missed any:

Intro, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday

Don’t forget to leave a reply if you want a chance at the prizes! (I’ll announce the winners tomorrow.)

Thanks for stopping by for the fun and the scares. 🙂

 

The first excerpt is a wonderfully dark and disturbing scene from Kathryn R Blake’s ‘Deadly Enchantment’.

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Lynwood Manor – The Dungeon

Although a peer of the realm, Terrence Nathaniel Moreland, Earl of Lynwood, cared not at all for the trappings and social amenities associated with being a member of the nobility. The title offered him certain privileges, which he made use of as they suited him, but for the most part, he preferred to seclude himself in his laboratory where he could work his spells and potions undisturbed and unquestioned.

And today he was attempting something a little different. Something he’d never been entirely successful at before, but curiosity and a feeling of restlessness impelled him to try again. That and the fact that the young woman seated near him had ruined his breakfast by overcooking his eggs.

She was unconscious now, which was just as well, since Terrence was finding her screams a bit tedious. Not that he minded inflicting pain and suffering on others, but this one had a particularly shrill voice that grated on his nerves. Even so, she had turned out better than most of the others. Her skin was red, dried and wrinkled as if she’d been left out in the sun too long. Years, too long. If he touched her, her flesh would peel off into his hand like the skin of an over-baked chicken. She’d cooked much better than her eggs had.

He was regarding his handiwork when Basil, his manservant, requested permission to enter. Basil was the only person whom Terrence allowed to enter his laboratory and leave in the same condition he arrived. He’d placed a magical barrier around his domain barring anyone else to enter without his permission. It was a useless formality, since no one else dared to even ask permission for fear of earning his or her lord’s displeasure. Rumors circulated that not all the rats Terrence’s cat took great pleasure in chasing and devouring began their short lives as rodents.

Terrence called his permission for Basil to enter. He was done with the girl, and Basil would see to her disposal.

Basil came down the steps and halted.

“She’s alive,” Terrence informed him, “but she won’t be for long. You’d best get a blanket or rug to carry her in, else you’ll have a mess on your hands.” He regarded the girl with a critical eye. “I’d say the spell was a success this time. Wasn’t precisely the effect I intended, but close enough.”

Basil’s nose wrinkled slightly, but he held his tongue.

Terrence turned back to his spell book. “That’s all. You may go.”

Basil cleared his throat. “I do have something to tell you that I believe will be of great interest to you, my lord,” he murmured deferentially.

“Go ahead, then. Say it.”

“I believe Mr. Westcroft may have found a new mate.”

“Really. And what makes you think I’d care to hear tale of some new trollop my bastard brother wishes to mount?”

“I have good reason to believe that the woman is none other than Felicity Cunningham’s sister, my lord.”

“Rumor mills can be notoriously inaccurate. Who’s your source?”

“I’ve been passing the occasional evening with one of Westcroft’s serving maids, and she overheard the girl talking to her cousin. She says the girl is using her cousin’s name instead of her own and that Westcroft isn’t even aware of the girl’s duplicity.”

Terrence rubbed his chin. “Now that is interesting. His dead wife’s sister is living under his roof, and my bastard brother has no idea. I may just have to pay my little brother an unexpected visit this week.”

Blurb:

Serena Cunningham did not trust Dominic Westcroft, since she was almost certain he had brutally slaughtered her sister, his first wife, in a fit of jealous rage, and she was out to prove he was the cold-blooded killer she believed him to be. All she needed was the opportunity.

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Next up is a fun and scary excerpt from Darling Adams’, ‘Loose Morals’.

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Sasha exited the Tucson Center for Developmentally Disabled at midnight, exhausted from her shift. She scanned the dark downtown streets for anyone she ought to avoid on her five block walk to her duplex. Downtown should lend comfort in numbers, but unless it was a weekend, the only people who roamed Congress Street after midnight were looking for trouble.

A man approached and while he didn’t look menacing, she held her keys pointed through her knuckles the way she’d learned in her self-defense class, then added her own self-devised protection—imagining a giant ball of light surrounding her.

The moment she pictured it, the man stopped in his tracks, staring as if he could see it. Her breath froze in her chest, heart pounding.

A slow grin spread across his face. “Is this for me?” he drawled in a faint British accent.

Vampire.

She didn’t know how she could tell, but the word had entered her mind clearly.

His grin broadened, showing sharp canines. “Yes,” he purred as if she’d spoken the word aloud. “And you are…what? A witchling?” He cocked his head to the side, “Priestess?” He extended his fingertips in the air, touching what would be the edge of her ball of light and suddenly she saw it, too—a shimmering white wall of protection that rippled and repelled his touch.

Even in the streetlights she could tell he was beautiful with rumpled blond hair and pork chop style side burns. Deep dimples crinkled now as he looked at her creation with apparent fascination. He turned the glittering gaze on her, locking eyes.

Energy shifted within her and her belly seemed to move to the left as her chest moved to the right. Her bubble of light vanished. Gasping, she tensed to run, and he smiled wider.

“Oh yes, do run, little witchling. I so love a good chase.”

She stumbled backward. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not a witch or a priestess. I’m nobody. I’m just a counselor at the School for the Disabled.”

He walked casually forward as she continued backing away. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

“What? The bubble?” She shook her head. “I don’t know—I just invented it, I guess.”

“Powerful,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “Do you do other magick?”

She shook her head, looking around for anyone who might help her. “No, sir.” She didn’t know where the “sir” came from, but it amused him and he beamed another toothy grin, his fangs seeming to lengthen before her eyes.

It had been the eye contact that had burst the bubble. All she had to do was avoid looking directly at him. She threw another bubble up around her and took off running as fast as she could. She heard his laughter behind her, but did not hear footsteps in pursuit. Still, the hairs on her head stood up, warning her of something. She ran the five blocks to her duplex and jabbed her key into the lock. Once inside, she checked the latches on the doors and windows, trying to catch her breath.

A stake through the heart. That was how you killed a vampire. And garlic. She looked around wildly for any kind of wooden stick. There—the dowel in her little wall hanging. It might work. It was three quarter inches thick and 18 inches long. She brought it to the kitchen and began frantically carving the end into a crude point.

She almost screamed when she heard a knock on the door, but then her neighbor’s voice called out, “Hey, Sasha, you got any smokes?”

“No, Jane! I don’t smoke, remember?” she called back.

“Well, can I come in?” Jane asked.

Crap.

She went to the door, sharpened stake in hand, and opened it. Somehow, she was not at all surprised to see the vampire leaning in the door frame.

“Go back to your side,” he said softly to Jane, whose eyes were glassy and unfocused. She trotted obediently away, clearly mesmerized by the vampire.

Even as her brain processed it, her eyes slid to his and she became lost in the ice blue pools, her belly moving to the left as her chest moved to the right.

“Come in,” she heard herself say.

He grinned broadly and pushed past her into the apartment.

The moment their gaze broke, her wits returned and she launched herself at him, aiming for the middle of his upper back with the sharpened dowel.

He whirled and caught her wrist so quickly she didn’t see it happen, but the outrage on his features registered clearly, fangs elongating as he hissed. Wrestling the dowel from her, he snatched her up around the waist and carried her, kicking and squirming to her living room. She panicked, wishing she had eaten garlic or had some other defense against getting drained by a hungry leech. To her surprise, he plopped down on her sofa and pulled her ass-up over his lap. “That was extremely rude,” he informed her. “I expect a more gracious welcome when I come to call.”

 

Blurb

When Sasha Deschamps unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home from work, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can’t get rid of. The dominant immortal demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she has performed an act of magic, one which she does not know how to even begin. Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover over one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty witchling, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.  Emotionally detached to the point of amorality, his motto has been “friendly with many, close to none”, but he finds himself falling for Sasha, believing he might be able to trust a woman again. When he discovers she is actually the reincarnated witch who cursed him, though, his world turns on end. Can he accept she has returned to his life to heal the rift between them? Or will he walk away from her again, as he did so many years ago?  Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including anal punishment, figging, spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.

 

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Interview with a Vamp – Redux

Katherine Deane skips into  her office.

The first day of October means the start of her favorite season – Halloween!

Corinne Alexander (her most trusted office assistant): Good morning Katherine, today your interview is with.

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Corinne Alexander: A vampire

Katherine Deane: Awesome! An interview with a vampire. That sounds pretty catchy. Someone should write a book about that!

Corinne Alexander:  (laughs)  I think the movie has already been done a few times.

Katherine Deane: nuts, oh well. Besides, with a name like Charlie, how much of a vamp can he be? He ‘s probably one of those pasty throwback geeks from the nineteenth century. Ah well, better keep the shades closed until he leaves.

Corinne Alexander: (hands her a mug)  A Positive, just in case.

Charlie: (materializes in her office and Katherine shrieks. His face stretches into a grin.)

Charlie: I love the smell of fear.

Katherine Deane: I’m not afraid, I was just startled. Uhh…thanks for coming.

Charlie:  (Makes himself at home by perching on the edge of her desk) Thanks for having me. And don’t lie. I can smell fear, even if I haven’t had your blood to sense your emotions.

Katherine Deane: (huffs) I am not afraid!

Charlie (flashes beside her and grasps her ponytail, pulling her head back to expose her neck).

Charlie: Now are you afraid?

Katherine Deane (squeaks): Yes!

Charlie (smiles broadly and releases her hair): Good. Fear is part of the seduction, at least for a vampire.

Katherine Deane:  Wh-what do you mean?

Charlie: I mean, a healthy dose of fear increases the heat of any BDSM scene. Take this one from my book, for example:

He wrapped her hair in his fist and pulled her head back, his fangs lengthening as he looked at her vein. As if in slow motion, he lowered his head to her neck, trailing a sharp canine along her throat. Her breath came in quick pants, her heart racing.

She realized she didn’t know this man—this vampire—at all. Would he kill her now to get even with Anka? Maybe he hadn’t turned her over to the other vampires because he wanted to destroy her himself.

He lifted her head and released her all in one swift motion. “Take off your clothes.”

Her eyes flew to his, her heart leaping. Had he forgiven her? Or was this an evil torture? She nibbled her lip. The way she saw it, she had no choice but to comply. She had just begged to be his. She had to prove her faithfulness, her trust. She shucked her clothing, dropping the articles at her feet one by one.

“Kneel.”

Her belly somersaulted. A game. Surely this was his game. She lowered to her knees, praying he was not just humiliating her before he vanished once more.

“Hands behind your back.”

She grasped her own wrists behind her back and lowered her head submissively.

Charlie crouched beside her, stroking her hair back from her eyes. She saw emotion this time, but before she identified it, he lunged, tackling her and throwing her to her back, his hand behind her head to protect it from the floor. His fangs struck her neck and he drank, pushing the bulge of his clothed cock between her legs.

Panic flared, but after he continued to rock his pelvis against her sex, she exhaled and wrapped her legs around his waist. This was sexual, not angry….right? He wouldn’t drain her. Or turn her. She hoped. Once more, she felt her only choice was to give herself to him, to prove she belonged to him. She twined her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, allowing the motion of his cock beneath his jeans to drive her passion.

The scrape of his jeans over her vulnerable bits came as the sort of pleasured pain—the more it dug into her, the more she wanted to feel it. She followed the sensations until she came from the friction against her clit, a small release, but satisfying just the same.

Charlie licked her wounds closed. “Did I say you could come?” he asked darkly.

 

Katherine Deane: (fans self). Whoa. You’re right, that was hot.

Charlie: (smirks) I know. Listen, I’ve got to go check on my little witchling. But would you mind telling people about our book?

Katherine Deane: Wait–that’s it? You’re not going to… spank me or anything?

Charlie:  (the corner of one lip turning up). I would love to, but Sasha might not like it. I’ll send over one of Darling Adams’ hot available men for you.

Katherine Deane: Okay. (Pouts).  Okay. Thanks. Yeah. Thanks for coming.

Charlie: (vanishes).

Katherine Deane: Corinne, I’m losing my edge.  I didn’t even get spanked this time.

Corinne Alexander: What is this world coming to? Don’t worry. I’ll get you set up with another interview right away.

Katherine Deane: Thanks, Corinne. You’re the best!  (Claps her hands in glee) Now here’s the way I’m picturing this Interview with Charlie. We’ll get him hooked up for interviews with other pretty, female authors. We have to make sure they’re all really nice and sweet. Angels. Yeah!

Corinne Alexander: (laughs) I know where you’re going with this, and it’s already been taken.

Katherine Deane: Charlie’s Angels! It’s perfect!

Corinne Alexander: Done and redone. Sorry, Katherine.

Katherine Deane :Gah! Another creative genius streak, down the drain!

Corinne Alexander: (smiles and hugs her dear friend) It will come, Kate. Don’t worry.

Katherine Deane: All right. Let’s wrap this post up. I know this one is awesome and original. I beta read it and loved it!

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Here’s the scoop on Loose Morals:

When Sasha Deschamps unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home from work, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can’t get rid of. The dominant immortal demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she has performed an act of magick, one which she does not know how to even begin.

Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover over one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty witchling, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.

Emotionally detached to the point of amorality, his motto has been “friendly with many, close to none”, but he finds himself falling for Sasha, believing he might be able to trust a woman again. When he discovers she is actually the reincarnated witch who cursed him, though, his world turns on end. Can he believe she has returned to his life to heal the rift between them? Or will he walk away from her again, as he did so many years ago?

Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.

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About the Author:

Darling Adams is a naughty author who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance, submission and power exchanges.

She also writes spanking romance under the name Renee Rose.

If you enjoyed this book, please consider posting a review.

Connect with the author online:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ReneeRoseAuthor

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8445701.Darling_Adams

Orgasm on Command? – Dr. McDreamy commands obedience

Hey friends! If you are here for the Hot Days Hotter Nights Blog Hop, click here. There are still plenty of prizes to win! 🙂

Now, time for some exciting news!!

My good friend, the amazingly hot spanking romance author, Renee Rose, has just released a hot new medical play book under the new name – Darling Adams!

I had the honor of beta reading this story, and boy, did it push my buttons! It was hot and sexy, and pushed me outside my comfort zone just a tad. But not too much to turn me off. It still held the charm and wit I am used to in a Renee Rose story. And the characters still had some great engaging interactions, that made this more than just a “wham, bam, thank you, ma’am” medical play / BDSM story.

Congratulations to the hot new author on the shelves, Miss Darling Adams!

Here’s Darling, with a bit more titillating promotion. 🙂

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When Dr. Darren Drake catches his Certified Nurse Assistant smoking behind the clinic and gushing on the phone about him, he decides she requires punishment: an embarrassing examination including anal play. Playing around with an employee opens him up for sexual harassment charges or getting kicked out of his practice, but when Chloe asks for more, he just can’t resist.

Despite working in an OB/Gyn clinic, Chloe hates doctors. Their know-it-all God playing rubs her the wrong way—until the man she refers to as Dr. Dreamy shows her giving up control might fulfill fantasies of submission she never knew she had. He seems to enjoy torturing her in the most delicious ways, but he also reduces her to stammers and blushes, which makes it hard to get to know one another. Can he use his dominance to remove all semblance of control, leaving her with no option but to obey and show her true heart?

Publisher’s Note: this short novella contains elements of medical BDSM, including anal punishment, spanking and erotic sex scenes.
Excerpt

“Now I need to get an accurate reading on the thermometer, so do not orgasm until I tell you. Understand?”

“I can’t just orgasm or not orgasm on command!” she protested, trying to twist her head around to see him. He had purposely stayed out of her line of sight, to add to the mystery and suspense.

“I believe you promised to obey?” he reminded her.

“But I—”

“No excuses, Chloe,” he said, hoping she would fail. He circled her clit with the tip of the vibrator, enjoying the sight of her little ass bucking in response, the thermometer jutting out so she looked like a turkey ready for basting.

He buried the vibrator deep inside her, using its curved tip to seek her g-spot.

“Oh God!” she cried in a panicked wail.

“I can see why doctors used this device to treat hysteria, can’t you?” he asked conversationally.

She thrashed her head from side to side, lifting it from the table and arching her back like a cat while pulling on her bound wrists.

“You seem to be growing more and more hysterical, don’t you? I suppose the instrument draws out the hysteria first, and then relieves it.”

“Dr. Drake…pleeease,” she pleaded. “Oh please, oh please, oh please. I need you.”

The words I need you sent a shock through him. Already turned on by watching the most erotic display of female arousal he had ever witnessed, his cock gave a painful throb. Did I need you mean she wanted him inside her? He hadn’t planned on getting himself off with her, still clinging to the idea that withholding his pleasure made this scenario more acceptable.

Now he wasn’t sure he could hold back. He slid out the vibrator, stood on the step between her bound feet and leaned forward, gripping the backs of her thighs.

“Ohhh,” she moaned in anticipation.

He leaned forward and licked into her, holding her legs firm as her knees bent and straightened, her pelvis humping the table. Her scent filled his nostrils, her tangy essence driving him to distraction. He flicked his tongue over her clit while she writhed under his grip.

The moment he penetrated her with his fingers, she convulsed, her pussy clenching around his digits, her voice raising to a high-pitched scream.

He shoved his fingers in and out until she finished, then eased the thermometer and his fingers out at once, eliciting a groan. He made a tsking sound. “Miss Jones, I asked you not to orgasm until I gave you permission.”

“Impossible,” she panted, sounding completely spent.

“No, it is quite possible, and with a little training, you will learn I am in charge of your body. But first, I believe punishment is in order for your disobedience.”

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Darling Adams is a naughty author who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. She also writes spanking romance under the name Renee Rose

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