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His Lady



►►►  His Lady, by Jane Henry & Maisy Archer  ◄◄◄
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Elena Slater grew up on the streets of New York City as the baby sister of Alexander ‘Slay’ Slater. She knows how to hold her own, and she’s anything but submissive. Sure, all her closest friends are members of The Club, Boston’s most well-respected BDSM playground, and she can’t help but see the appeal of power exchange, especially when it comes to the sexy, ultra-dominant, and much older Blake Coleman. But that could never be more than a fantasy for a girl like her… could it?

Blake Coleman, grieving the loss of his wife and long-term submissive, spent the past year retreating from the world. But he’s slowly recognized it’s time to reconnect with his friends, and reassert himself as Master Blake, the founder of The Club. It’s a full-time job, especially when Alexander Slater’s little sister is determined to keep pushing his buttons. He’s all too tempted to teach her a lesson, but he refuses to give in to the rampant arousal she awakens in him with her sass. She’s far too young and mouthy for the likes of him.

But when Blake and Elena find themselves caught up in a nasty smear campaign motivated by revenge, the two adversaries must form an alliance, and they can no longer deny the magnetic attraction between them. What will happen when the sassy spitfire collides with Boston’s most well-known and respected Dominant?

DISCLAIMER: His Lady, book five in the Boston Doms series, is a standalone novel. It contains elements of BDSM, including bondage and the discipline of adult women.


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About the Authors


Jane Henry

Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.

Maisy Archer

Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves – coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family – her love of words has only continued to grow… in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers and is always on the hunt for her next great read.

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Sexy new D/s from Jane Henry!

Jane Henry’s third “Bound to You” story, Complete Me, is out, and man, it sounds hot!

Excerpt:“You naughty little thing.”

 “Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted, as she held a pile of mail in one hand and her purse in the other.

“Hey,” she greeted. “You have a good day?”

He nodded. “You?” he asked as he crooked a finger and beckoned her over. She placed the mail on a shelf behind her and her bag atop it as she walked over to him. He looped a finger into the belt of her jeans and pulled her onto his lap. It was his signature move and never failed to get a squeal out of her. She draped her arms around his neck and he kissed her, hard and fast, his fingers fisted in the hair at the back of her head.

“Welcome home,” he murmured. “I see you drove into the driveway like a good girl.”

“Like the boring, deliberately careful girl you trained me to be, sir,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “The next thing you know, you’ll have me wearing sensible shoes and ordering the early bird special when we go out to dinner.”

She squealed as he played his part and turned her over, landing a punishing swat to the seat of her pants.

“You naughty little thing,” he said, but she was determined, as she spoke to him over her shoulder.

“And yes, sir, I look both ways when I cross the street and never take candy from strangers!”

“Brat!” he said, his eyes locating the newly-made paddle on the workbench as he gave her another, intentionally lighter swat with his hand, a few love pats as he held her in position and hooked a finger around the leather loop of the paddle. Before she could see what he was doing, he raised it and whack!

He’d tested it thoroughly on his thigh first, as he never spanked her ass with anything until he’d tested it.

She yelped out loud.

“Oh my God!” she squealed. “That is not your hand!”

“Nope,” he chuckled.

Whack! He gave her another calculated swat, enough that he knew she’d feel it for a good long while, but lightly enough that he knew it would not be terribly painful. He’d intentionally used a lightweight wood that would pack a good sting but be gentle enough to be used for good girl spankings. Still, he knew it certainly did sting.

“What is that?” she wailed as he gave her another hard swat.

“What, baby?” he said, feigning ignorance.

“What are you spanking me with?” she yelped, scissoring her legs as he gave her another wallop.

“What?” he said. Whack! “This?” Whack!

“Yessss,” she cried.

Chuckling, he flipped her back over so she was sitting upright and the second he released her, she leapt to her feet, her little hands rubbing her bottom as she stared at him and looked around wildly to see what manner of beast had nipped her ass.

He twirled the pretty little paddle in his hand.

“Lovely, isn’t it?” he asked. She frowned, but he could tell she was pleased. She did love to be spanked. Squealing, squirming, and trying to get away was part of playing hard-to-catch.

“Oh, it’s just gorgeous,” she muttered sarcastically, her eyebrows furrowed as she continued to massage her backside.

“Just like my girl,” he said. “Petite but sturdy, able to withstand much spanking, and truly one of a kind.”

complete me Jane Henry



Meredith and Paolo are adapting to their new-found roles as dominant and submissive. Yet, despite their rekindled passion, everyday life must go on. How will they maintain their new roles long-term? Will people notice her submission to him? Would anyone ever find out she willingly lies over his lap for a spanking?

At the heart of it all, she longs to trust him. When Meredith finds herself terrified for her own safety, she knows there is only one person who will make her feel truly safe.

Though this is the third and final book in the Bound to You trilogy, it can also be read as a standalone.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and sexual scenes. If these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

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Books one and two in the Bound to You trilogy:

Begin Again, book one in the Bound to You trilogy: A desperate wife pledges her obedience to an online dominant.


Come Back to Me, book two in the Bound to You trilogy: Meredith and Paolo attempt a weekend of intense training to adapt to their new lifestyle of dominance and submission.




Other books by Jane Henry:


A Thousand Yesses: They are best friends…can they be lovers?




Sunstrokes: Four authors bring you four tales of punishment and pleasure.


My Dom: Curiosity drives Heidi to yearn for a taste of her amorous neighbor’s kinky pursuits.


Claimed on the Frontier: Her stern frontiersman demands obedience, determined to be as firm as necessary to keep his bride safe in a hard, dangerous land.





Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.


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Author Spotlight – Measha Stone

Measha Stone is visiting today, with the third book in a hot series. 🙂


He wasn’t asleep. He was standing in the middle of the room, exactly where she had stomped away from him, holding his belt in his right hand. Her eyes darted to the loosely hanging leather at his side and then his expression. Dark. Extremely dark. His lips were pursed his jaw set tight, and his eyes fixated on her with a sternness she hadn’t believed him capable of until that moment.

“Uh-um.” She stammered standing just outside the bathroom staring at his hand that was swinging the belt and casually tapping it against his leg. “Uh.” What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she get a full word out, and why wasn’t he saying anything?

“I think I’ve been pretty patient. I haven’t demanded anything. I haven’t encroached on your plans, have I?” His voice held steady, no tremor or indecisiveness to it.

She swallowed. “Well. No, not really.”

“I haven’t told you what to do, what to wear, where to go, anything like that?” He took one step toward her and her stomach twisted.

“Not really.” She had to be honest. Other than his lines of questioning he hadn’t really made her do anything. Other than making her leave her apartment, which she had to be honest, wasn’t exactly the worst thing.

“Yet, when I try having a conversation about your health, your wellbeing—you feel it’s respectful to blow me off and stomp away. Slamming doors.” His tone didn’t waiver, but the volume had lowered. She found herself holding the hem of her shirt with both hands, and twisting the fabric with her fingers.

“Not when you say it that way,” She tried a smile, a little humor. It didn’t faze him or deter him, he took another step toward her. He wasn’t wearing his suit jacket anymore, she noticed. His button down shirt that was neatly tucked into his beltless slacks had been rolled up at the sleeves. She wanted to bolt back into the bathroom but her feet were being entirely too uncooperative. “Alex.” She sighed. “I’m sorry. I told you. I’m not good at this.” His raised eyebrow told her it might not have been the best tactic.

“Good at what? Being respectful?” The slapping of the belt against this leg became more intense.

“The full time submissive thing. I’m not good at it. I told you that.” She really wished he wouldn’t take another step. One more and he’d be within touching distance and since her feet still wouldn’t obey her, she was sure he’d grab her.

“When we talked about us becoming a couple, us doing this, I told you I would help you with that.” He reminded her with a calm in his voice. He looked upset yes, irritated even, but not angry. Not out of control anger. She knew he was in complete control of himself, and even her with the way he kept looking at her. It was as if running wasn’t an option, her feet understood that before her brain did, apparently. The bastards.

“Well, yes. I remember.” Her answer came softly. He had said that, and she had agreed. She had always enjoyed the submissive side of herself. Not just sexually. She’d had enough play time at the dungeons to know she loved the kiss of the flogger, but it was when the scene ended that the real cravings began. She’d seen couples at the parties, even at Top Floor. The caring between the partners, the love, and respect the dominants showed their subs, and it was reciprocated. That’s what she craved. The dominance that continued after the flogging.

And here it stood. Right in front of her holding a leather belt.

“Have you ever been spanked, for punishment?” He asked, not moving toward her any more.

indebted heart measha stone



Alyssa Sanders has taken care of herself since she was too young to do so. But she’s all grown up and ready to get her life on the right track. She heads to Chicago with her life savings and a few prospects. She expects to get a job, find an apartment and get on her way of settling down. What she doesn’t expect is to find her new boss not only severely attractive and Dominant, but the son of an old friend.

Alex Trebelli would do anything for his father, so when he’s asked to escort an old friend’s daughter to dinner he doesn’t hesitate to agree. Except the daughter isn’t the small town young woman his father described. She’s all grown up, full of beauty and curves, and a submissive nature that draws out his dominant side.

When Alex explains he won’t be her friend, he can’t just be her friend, he wants more, he wants to be her dominant, her boyfriend, she has to decide if she’s going to take the leap. She’s never been good at a full time D/s relationship, but Alex makes her feel safe and secure. She finds him easy to be with, even when he’s being overprotective and bossy.

Can she manage to put aside her fears of failure, and self-doubt and give them a real chance, or will she chose the safer route and keep clear of his sexy smile, and dominant ways?


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A woman given up on love, second guesses her solitary life when meeting a man who won’t take no for an answer and opens her eyes to an entire world of pleasure she didn’t know existed before him.


A headstrong, fiery woman seeks to fulfill her fantasies in all the wrong places, and it’s up to the security expert to tame her, and keep her safe.


Measha Stone lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and their children. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. Her vanilla writing has been published in the online magazine efiction and the DuPage Writers Group annual journal Possibilities. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and spending time with her kids- who are just as creative and crazy as her.


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Dominance, Submission, and the Dentist

It’s time for some more personal musing. 🙂


I just got back from a pretty intense dentist visit, and am exhausted and a little sore all over. LOL, lying in a chair with your mouth stretched wide open for over three hours will do that to a person. (Five cavities in my upper left side 😦 )

So here are my thoughts, as jumbled as they might sound:

< I love nitrous oxide. (I think that’s what they call the “happy gas” they give you). At one point, I made the mistake of telling them how extra “floaty” I was, and that it might be a bit much. She turned it down 5%. Boo. Later, when I wasn’t as floaty, she turned it back up 2.5%.

Man, that stuff made me feel great. I was so relaxed and sleepy. Kind of like when you are having the most wonderful, deep sleep and dream, and you can’t wake up. You feel heavy and free from everything—it was probably a good thing she turned it down, LOL.


< I don’t hate my dentist, but I do hate being there. The loud noises scare me; the scraping, and polishing sets my nerves on edge; the pushing and prodding and shots, etc… hurt or make me uncomfortable; it’s like you don’t have any control—and for a type A personality specially, it’s difficult. The whole thing over-stimulates me.


< I LOVE my dentist! She is the kindest, most compassionate, sweetest lady, and she is quite nurturing, but not in a talk down you sort of way. That’s a gift right there. Her tone and demeanor when I would get upset, made me feel like not only did she care about my comfort, but that she also wanted me to be able to overcome on my own if possible. No talking down, and “sweetie” stuff. (Everyone knows how much I hate that). Yet, I still did get the feeling energetically that she was nurturing me through the whole process. It was an interesting dynamic to be able to let go with someone like that—especially another woman.


< Which leads me to the whole D/s sort of dynamic. Bear with me. I might still be loopy. 😉  She was the subject matter expert/ the professional. I gave her my trust and submitted to her work. And she allowed me to do so with grace and respect. I cried once toward the beginning, and she talked so soothing to me, and made sure I understood everything that was happening. It gave me a sense of control in a much uncontrolled environment.

She didn’t force me to use the big bite block thing (a piece of hard material placed in between my teeth on the opposite side), to give me a chance to stop holding my mouth open myself. I tried it for about twenty seconds before gagging and retching, and telling her I was sorry, but I couldn’t do it. (I have a huge gag reflex). She was fine with that. We just continued, and I made myself be a good girl and open oh so wide. She was so pleased with me, and kept telling me how great I was doing.

Like I said, it was a very different dynamic.

I did so well through most of it. Even past all the scary sounds, and digging and scraping and pushing and pulling. I even asked to try the bite block again when my mouth finally got too exhausted.

She reminded me that I was in control of this whole thing. When I wanted it out, I could take it out. If I needed swishing or suction, let them know. I was in control. It amazed me to think of it that way, and freed me so much so I could let go and try to relax through the rest of it.

It was over three hours of work, including a bathroom break (I had to take off the nitrous for that though 😦 ). When it got too loud (like that doggone polisher!) I cranked my Ella Enchanted soundtrack on my daughter’s IPOD and breathed in and out through my nose. I really was such a good girl. 😉

Then something happened. I literally broke down in the middle of a final tooth. My heart started racing, my gag reflex went berserk, I couldn’t breathe, I felt heavy, and I started crying. Hard. It was like a panic attack of the worst kind. And it came out of nowhere. I was so afraid I was going to choke to death on that thing in my mouth. I signaled and grunted and wept. I had just enough control in me though to not start flailing everywhere and yanking stuff out of my mouth. Another thirty seconds, I probably would have.

She calmly and quickly got everything out, and turned off, and held one hand, while the assistant gave me her arm (which I hugged to my chest tighter than my husband on our wedding night) then she just talked. Calm, sweet, kind words about how good I was doing, and how close to being done I was. Less than five minutes, LOL.

She affirmed that this was really hard, and I had been doing so well holding everything together, even being scared for such a very long time. And she reminded me again how great I was doing.

I laughed (a big snotty laugh, of course, with dribble running down my side of my cheek), kind of skeptical that I was indeed doing a good job. But hey, if she said so, then I believed her.

I started breathing in through my nose, closed my eyes and relaxed. She told me how great it was that I had gotten myself calmed down without any help, and that’s what I needed.

With only a few more tears, the whole thing was finished.

Ibuprofen taken, yucky oxygen administered (I would not have minded taking a nice rest with the blanket and mask still in place), and another huge bout of praise over how well I had done.


< This whole visit makes me think about dominance and submission. What I would look for in a dom. What I would expect from him, and what he could expect from me in return. If I had to choose a Dom, it would be someone like my dentist.

I won’t ever say I love going to get dental work one. But I do love my dentist.

And she has given me a whole new idea for a story.

Happy spanks!

Don’t forget to floss 😉

Cover Reveal – Her Drill Sergeant Dom

Coming to Amazon and Kindle Unlimited soon!

I’m so excited to announce my newest story, Her Drill Sergeant Dom.

Military, erotic romance, lots of spankings, spicy sex, and a murderer to capture. If it sounds up your alley, keep reading. 🙂

Sales Blurb:

Basic training is a killer—in more ways than one.

USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane brings you a romantic suspense that will leave you gasping.

Twenty-four year old journalist Smyth McCullen is following the trail of a killer, right onto Fort Hancock Army training center. After two murders of young women just out of basic, both under the same drill sergeant, Smyth knows she must join the Army to unravel the truth.

Little does she know that Basic is dangerous in more ways than one. Protecting her battle buddy, working through sixteen hours of grueling training a day, and following a potential bad guy, is nothing compared to falling for a dominant, undercover drill sergeant.

Hunter Jones is undercover, looking into the potential murders under Drill Sergeant Cage’s direction. He’s been through many deployments, both public, and some not so public. He’s interrogated bad guys, fallen behind enemy lines, and is prepared in every way to act as a drill sergeant and save another potential victim. What he’s not prepared for is the sexy, young strawberry blonde who is definitely not eighteen.

As their attraction grows, they march one step closer to the end of the session, and imminent danger. Can Smyth find the killer in time? Can Hunter protect the next target, especially if it’s Smyth?

Lovers of steamy romance, hot military heroes and plucky heroines will adore Katherine Deane’s hot new romantic suspense.

Her Drill Sergeant Dom is a fully written story with HEA and no cliffhangers.


And here is my awesome cover (made by design a cover on Fiverr. This guy rocks!)


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Coming in just a few short days!

Thanks for stopping by.

hugs, spanks, and a big thank you to those who serve and have served.

Naked, across his lap on the sofa – The Don’s Daughter by Renee Rose

Everyone knows what a huge Renee Rose fan I am. The woman can write! And this story- the third in the Boss Man Series- holy yumness factor, Batman… I loved this whole series, but this was my favorite. You can read my review here. Anyway, she is visiting today with a sexy snippet. Here she is…

Hi Katherine! Thanks so much for having me and my dominant mobster, Carlo to visit today. Carlo is the hero from The Don’s Daughter, the third in a mafia D/s romance series. It was my favorite in the series, and readers seem to agree–they are calling this one the best yet!

Here’s the scoop:


Giving control of her body to Carlo Romano, underboss to her father, was dangerous. More dangerous than her hair-brained idea to take off her clothes at a strip club as a form of sex therapy. But the temptation outweighed the risk. Carlo made her feel sexy, alive and appealing, feelings she’d scarcely known after two years with her cheating and demoralizing ex-boyfriend.

Carlo couldn’t believe Summer — the don’s daughter — was dancing half-naked on the stage of a strip club. Nor could he believe she suggested he’d be the one to take a belt to her ass and set her straight. But he’d had a thing for Summer since the day he moved in with her family, fresh off a plane from Sicily. He couldn’t walk away from the opportunity to get up-close and intimate, and show her his dominant side.

Still, Summer may not be ready for a new relationship, and even if she is, there was the not-so-small matter of what her parents would say — her father would probably want to kill Carlo if he found out he’d seen her naked…


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Carlo had Summer naked across his lap on the sofa. He was fully clothed, the way he liked it for a power exchange scene. He hadn’t touched it yet, but her pussy already glistened with dew simply from the act of baring herself for him.

He stroked the curves of her muscular ass, down her long, shapely thighs. Fucking gorgeous. Drawing his hand back, he landed a smack on the lower portion of her right cheek.

Her shoulders tensed, but she held still for him.

Such a good girl. She’d gone soft and sweet on him from the moment he’d promised a punishment in the car, and brunch had consisted of moony looks from under her lashes and more attempts to get him to share his personal preferences for everything from nuts or no nuts in cookies (nuts, definitely) to favorite vacation locale (mountains, not beach).

He smacked the other cheek, then rubbed the sting away. Warming her up slowly, he slapped and stroked until her bottom turned an enchanting shade of blush. Only then did he increase the intensity, spanking her harder and picking up the tempo.

She clenched her butt muscles and made little gasping noises that made his already stiffened cock go rock hard. The gasps turned into grunts and little cries. He wasn’t giving her time to assimilate the pain, so it would quickly overwhelm her senses. Sure enough, her hand came flailing back, trying to cover. He caught her wrist and pinned it behind her back, continuing to beat a steady rhythm on her rapidly reddening behind.

Summer looked back in alarm. “Carlo, I’m sorry!”

“You were a naughty girl, tesoro mio, and now your bottom must pay the price.”

She wriggled as if trying to dodge his hand. “Please!”

He had no intention of stopping, because the wriggling and the begging was just part of the game. He could spank her to tears and she’d still be dripping wet for him. Summer was wired as a true submissive, her masochism a complement to her dance career.


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About Renee Rose


Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes romance novels centered around her favorite kink: spanking. She has won The Romance Reviews and Spanking Romance Reviews‘ Best Historical Romance, is often found on the list of Amazon’s Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.

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Meredith O’Reilly visits with her brand new M/M

Hey y’all, my friend Meredith O’Reilly just published her first M/M book. Here she is 🙂


Hi Katherine! Thank you so much for having me on your blog today!

Here’s a snippet from my latest release, His Captive’s Heart. In this snippet, Marcus wakes up from a loud thunderstorm only to find out that Dimitri is already awake.


I woke up sometime in the middle of the night. A bang of thunder sounded outside, and I realized that’s what must have woken me. Glancing around, I saw that Dimitri was nowhere to be found.

 Knowing that I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep when it sounded like it was raining cats and dogs outside, I got out of bed.

 I snagged the pair of briefs that were on the ground, and once dressed, I padded out of the bedroom and down the hallway to where I saw the kitchen light was on.

 Dimitri was sitting in one of the chairs and I couldn’t help the smile that crossed my face when I saw that he was drinking milk and eating chocolate chip cookies.

 “Did the thunderstorm wake you up too?” he asked.

 As I heard the wind howl, my eyes shot to the windows behind him as sheets of driving rain struck the panes. “No one could sleep through that. Besides, I can’t sleep when you’re not beside me, sir.”

 “Come here and have some,” he said, gesturing toward the cookies.

 I took the seat next to him as he got up and got me a glass of milk. When I took the glass, it was warm.

 “I’m not a fan of storms,” I said as another growl of thunder shook the apartment. I reached for one of the cookies and dunked it into the milk before I ate it.

 “Yes, I’ve never been too fond of them either,” he said taking a large sip of milk. I laughed when a milk mustache appeared on his face, and he wiped it off with the back of his hand.

 Together, we made quick work of the cookies and milk. Then I let out a yawn, ready to hit the sack again. As I stood, a flash of lightening filled the sky.

 “Are you coming back to bed?” I asked, when Dimitri made no move to get up.

 He looked outside and shook his head. “Maybe later.”

 I had to stop myself from saying ‘aww’. My big, strong dominant enjoyed warm milk and was afraid of storms.

 I held out my hand to him. “Come on. I think I know a thing or two we can do in the bedroom that should wear you out and have you focusing on something else besides the storm… sir.”

 He grinned, taking my hand. “Such a smart submissive you are.”

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His Captive’s Heart Blurb


Twenty-nine-year-old lawyer Marcus Bradberry has fantasized for years about finding a firm-handed man who would not hesitate to provide both guidance and discipline while also bringing him the kind of fulfillment he’s only dreamed about. When he meets Dimitri Anderson, the owner of a local kink club, Marcus takes a chance and shares the wildest fantasy he’s ever had with him.

Though he confesses to Dimitri that nothing excites him more than the idea of a being overpowered, kidnapped, and mastered completely by a strong, handsome man, Marcus is nonetheless shocked when Dimitri takes it upon himself to bring this fantasy to life. When Dimitri surprises him after work on a Friday, Marcus soon finds himself blindfolded, handcuffed, and driven away to an unknown place.

It quickly becomes clear that Dimitri knows exactly what his captive sub needs and is more than ready to give it to him, but as the weekend progresses, Marcus realizes that trusting his new master is at times much harder than he expected. Will he surrender to his most secret desires or will his fears drive him away from his master’s loving arms?

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


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Author Bio

Meredith O’Reilly cannot believe that she has four books published! It was a little over a year ago, that she had her first book published with Stormy Night Publications. She began writing age play stories, but has since branched out to new sub-genres of romance.

In her spare time, Meredith goes to school, watches a little too much Netflix, and experiments with learning how to cook new things in the kitchen. Mostly she tries to balance her life between school work and author work. That’s a task that is easier said than done, most times.


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Little Samantha’s Choice, Meredith’s first book is along with three other amazing books from Stormy Night Publications on sale for 50% off! You don’t want to miss that deal!

Samantha Briggs always had a suspicion that her husband, Jackson was hiding something from her. When he’s away on a business trip, Samantha finds out her husband’s secret, he wants her to act as his little girl on the weekends. Deciding to give it a try, Samantha falls in love with being Jackson’s little girl. But when she slips up and embarrasses herself by behaving childishly during a stressful morning at work, she reconsiders their new relationship. Will she give up the lifestyle she’s grown to love so much, or can she come to accept that there is nothing wrong with choosing to be her daddy’s little girl?



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Saturday Spanks : Naughty Girls Get Blindfolded – The Coach’s Discipline

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Wow, it seems like forever since I have done one of these!

I am so excited to share my brand new story, The Coach’s Discipline! It just came out last week, and has made the top 100 list for BDSM! Yay!! 🙂

In today’s scene, Claire is enjoying the attention her hot new coach / boyfriend is lavishing on her. Have I mentioned how sexy and dominant Nick is? Mmmmmmm…



“Close your eyes.”

She tried, but kept flashing them open, wondering what he was doing as he paced around the living room.

“All right.” He returned with the blindfold from their sense walk, his eyes twinkling. “Naughty girls who can’t obey get blindfolded.”

She pouted up at him. “But then I won’t be able to see.”

He slipped it over her eyes and laid her on her tummy onto the couch. “That’s what I had in mind,” he whispered, and nipped her ear.




Marathon runner Claire Jacobs has always dreamed of making it to the Olympics, but she has a habit of getting in her own way. With the help of Nick Fox, a legendary coach known for his unconventional techniques, she prepares for one last shot at her dream. Traumatic memories of her experience with her last coach still haunt Claire, though, and in spite of his reputation she finds it hard to trust Nick’s authority.

The more time he spends with Claire, the more Nick finds himself enchanted by her drive and deep commitment to her fellow runners. But when her self-destructive behavior crosses the line, Nick realizes he has only one option to help the woman he has come to care about so much—he will need to give her the first spanking of her life and make sure it is one she will not forget.

Despite his firm discipline, Claire quickly comes to crave Nick’s dominance and direction, and soon he has grown to be much more than just her coach. But when jealousy and misunderstandings threaten to tear the team apart, will she run away as she always has in the past, or can she trust in her newfound love and race toward her goals with an open heart?

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

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Review for Aching to Submit, by Natasha Knight

I just finished Aching to Submit, by Natasha Knight, and oh my goodness was it HOT!

I could not put this book down!
I actually started and finished it in one day, it was so good!




This is the story of a young married couple who are growing apart.

Is it because of their big move overseas?

Is it their inability to start a family?

Or is it something more?


Sophie has been keeping secrets from her husband.  She desires something so badly she can taste it.  But she is so conflicted by her fear of rejection, her guilt over not telling her husband, her fear of being called a freak by the man she loves most.  She wants him to spank her, and dominate her in every sense of the word.  And this scares and shames her.

The closest she has come to realizing her dreams, is to walk past the BDSM club night after night, hoping, wishing, but never taking that first step.

Until one night, she finally works up the courage to enter the club to find out if she really does want this or if it is just a fantasy she can let go.

It becomes harder for her to reconcile her lies to her husband, with how much she is drawn to the world of BDSM, especially the spanking and dominance.

Luckily,  a stroke of luck puts her husband in just the right place at just the right time.  He listens carefully to the owner of the club,  and makes his own decision of just what to do with his currious wife.

Their first spanking is so hot and beautiful.  He gives her the dominance she has been aching to receive, showing them both that this is something he can and will do for her.

But Michael has to deal with the fears that he is a sadist. He realizes that he likes spanking her.  He likes dominating her.  And this scares him.

Sophie still feels guilty for pushing him into this, and continues to have conflicting emotions over her desires.

I loved how the author portrayed all of these emotions on paper! They were so beautiful and so realistic!

I also loved the imperfections in these characters. They were real, they were flawed, they were beautiful.

She also did also great job of explaining the importance of trust and communication in any relationship, but especially under the blanket of BDSM, D/s, or DD.

I loved this story, and truly think this is one of the best books she has written.  The depth of her characters and their emotions, was amazing!

I loved every bit of this sexy, emotionally charged, fantastic book!




Though deeply in love with her husband Michael, for years Sophie has longed to give him not only her love, but her submission as well. In spite of her yearning to kneel at his feet, fear of rejection keeps her from sharing the truth with him. Though she would never give her body to another man, her need to submit drives her to seek out others like herself and learn more… until Michael discovers her deception and she fears her marriage may be over.

Despite the anger and sadness which tear at his heart when he learns that his wife has kept such an important secret from him, Michael is not going to give up the love of his life without a fight. It will take time, but he is more than ready to be the man she needs, the man to whom she will gladly submit. First, though, she must be firmly disciplined for her betrayal of his trust…

Standing naked before her husband, awaiting a punishment which will bring her to tears and leave her bare bottom red and sore, submission suddenly feels truly real to Sophie for the first time. As Michael asserts his dominance more and more with each passing day, Sophie begins to see him in a way she has never seen him before, and her desire for him seems to know no bounds. But is this just a second honeymoon of sorts, or will Sophie’s submission endure through the trials of everyday life?

Publisher’s Note: Aching to Submit is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, exhibitionism, graphic sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.



She swallowed, dared one last glance at the paddle, and turned. It took her a moment as she bent slowly forward over the dense pillows until her chest was on the bed. She tucked her arms beneath her breasts and looked ahead, her body already tightening in preparation of what was to come.

The toe of his shoe tapped at her ankle and she spread her legs wider. Michael set the paddle down on the bed and she felt his hands on her ass just touching her, his caress soft.

“I’m scared,” she said again. “Sir,” she added, suddenly very aware of not wanting to add on a single additional stroke.

“I love you, Sophie,” he said. “I would never do anything that would really harm you. You need this punishment and our marriage needs it maybe more than either of us realize. I want you to trust me to do this. Do you trust me?” he asked.

She looked over her shoulders, meeting his eyes. She nodded. “Yes, Sir. I trust you.”

He smiled a kind, gentle smile. “Good girl,” he said. “Face forward now until I tell you you’re allowed to turn around.”

She obeyed, anticipation tightening her belly while arousal warmed her sex.

His hand came down hard on her right cheek and she jumped up, reaching back immediately to cover it. “Ow!” she exclaimed.

His hand was between her shoulder blades fast. “Stay down,” he said. “And get your hand off your ass. It’s mine now. Do it, Sophie.”

“It hurt.”

“I meant it to hurt, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She lay back down and tucked her arm back beneath her chest.

“Good girl,” he said. With that, he began. He used his hand first, the contact of it on her bare flesh strange, almost foreign used this way. The sound was loud, more overwhelming than the pain, but as he continued, it turned into a constant but manageable sting.

He spanked quickly, striking each buttock in turn, sometimes twice on one side before moving over to the other side. But the pain was something else entirely when he first struck with the paddle.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, trying to rise, but unable to as he still held her down. She pressed her thighs together and reached back to cover her now stinging bottom.

“What did I tell you about your hands?” Michael asked, gripping both of them in one of his and holding them at her low back. He struck again, harder this time, pushing her down onto the bed so her torso pressed against it, forcing her hips higher as her bottom took the next blow.

“Ow, ow, ow!” she cried, struggling against his hold. “Wait, please. Please just a minute.” She was struggling to get free now, shifting her hips from side to side to avoid the blows, fighting him.

He struck twice more, then stopped. “All right,” he said, lifting her by one arm. He pushed the pillows off the bed and pulled her across his lap, trapping her legs beneath one of his and her hands at her low back. Her torso rested partially on the bed, but he shifted the position a little so she hung off his thighs.

She groaned with the next strike of the paddle, this change in position, her being bent over his knee, almost giving him better access. Maybe it was that she couldn’t struggle as much or that her struggling had less impact on what was happening. She lost track of the count she’d been keeping without ever being aware she’d been counting and just concentrated on the pain, the heat of her bottom, and the heat that spread throughout her body, causing her to break out in a sweat.

“When I first saw you there at the club,” he said while continuing to spank her hard, “I could have killed that man. I could have killed him for touching you.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she cried out. “It hurts, please stop, Michael. I’m sorry.”

“Then when I found out what it was all about,” he continued, striking the crease between thigh and buttock, then the outer curve of her right hip.

She moaned in pain, her fantasies of spanking very different from this painful reality.

She turned to look over her shoulder, her face contorted in pain, her vision blurry with tears.

“Michael,” she said.

He met her gaze and stopped for a moment.

“Sir, I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m so sorry.”

His eyes were moist even as she felt the thick shaft of his cock at her belly. She heard the paddle drop to the floor and his hand was on her bottom caressing her sore, swollen flesh. He released her hands and she reached to the floor to support herself with one while wiping at her eyes with the other.

“Breathe,” he said, his voice calm, even.

She nodded and tried to take a deep breath, but it came in in shudders.

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s over,” he said, lifting her onto his lap, spreading his thighs so her bottom was between his legs. He held her to him, rubbing her back, her head until she found she had no more tears to cry.


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