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Author Spotlight – Jennifer Bene in the Royally Mine box set

Decadence

“Is he an addiction… or just a little decadence?”

Available for pre-order, goes live: August 22, 2017

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Blurb

Is this an addiction? Or is it perfection?

Aubrey is trying to get her life under control. More specifically her sex life, and that’s hard to do when blond bad boy Finn shows up in a bar just when she’s jonesing for a fix of someone tall, hot, and good in bed.

He was supposed to be another one-night-stand in a long string of one-night-stands, but there’s more to Finn than what’s in his pants. From his good looks, to his charm, to his wild and carefree life, he seems to be everything Aubrey could want.

But Finn Solberg is hiding a royal secret that could bring all their fun to an end right when he’s realizing Aubrey could be his perfect match.

Boxset Blurb

Powerful kings. Dirty-talking princes. Insatiable dukes.
They’re ready to rule your heart.

Royally Mine is a sexy collection of bad boy romances featuring HOT royal heroes, brought to you by twenty-two New York TimesUSA Today, and international bestselling authors. This deliciously naughty bundle of ALL-NEW standalone novellas stars panty-scorching kings, princes, and dukes who are used to being in command. Charge up your e-reader, clear your schedule, and put on your best tiara, because these royal bad boys are ready to conquer your heart while making you blush oh so hard.

Featured authors: Susan Stoker, Annabel Joseph, Katy Regnery, Nikki Sloane, Renee Rose, Molly O’Keefe, Alta Hensley, Nora Flite, Natasha Knight, Sue Lyndon, Jenika Snow, Maggie Ryan, Celeste Jones, Lee Savino, Livia Grant, Alexis Alvarez, Rayanna James, Ava Sinclair, Addison Cain, Jennifer Bene, Becca Jameson, Mikey Lee

Publisher’s Note: The stories included in this smoking hot box set are MF and MFM pairings. Some contain kink. All will leave you breathlessly panting for more.

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Excerpt

“There is nothing wrong with you, Aubrey Marilyn Dean, and I want you to know that. I wanted you to come here so you could see that.”

Finn’s hips rocked against her with a sinful frisson of electricity — every inch of her wanting to feel him inside her, wanting her to ignore the knowledge that he was just as fucked up as she was, just as addicted to this. This crackling energy between them, this insatiable hunger, and there was no doubt in her mind why he’d caught her attention so strongly — but he was wrong. She was messed up, disturbed, broken. Something in her history had made her incapable of doing anything more than seeking out sex like the addict she was, incapable of a normal relationship, and — impossibly hot future king or not — he was fucking everything up. “You’re a bastard, Harald Finn Solberg. I’d managed three weeks before you followed me into that bar.”

“Why?” he asked, completely unapologetic as he crushed her to the wall, rolling his hips in a mockery of the hard thrusts she really wanted. No amount of shock could erase the itch inside her, the need… and what was worse was that he understood it. He needed it too, just as addicted to the powerful physicality of their bodies pressed together.

Progress, you’ve made progress.

And Prince Finn is erasing every bit of it.

“What I do isn’t normal, it’s not healthy. This isn’t healthy,” she hissed at him, internally cursing herself when she moaned as his hand cupped a breast through the dress, one thumb tracing over her nipple to send a ripple of pleasure through her muscles.

“Says who?” Finn bounced her against the wall, and her legs hugged him tighter to her, seeking more. “You’ve let the world tell you how to live, Aubrey, but you’re perfect exactly as you are. You are fucking incredible, and if your so-called friends are telling you otherwise, then it sounds to me like you need new friends.”

Author Info

Jennifer Bene is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, Suspense, Thrillers, Action & Adventure, Fantasy, Science Fiction, and Horror. While she’s been writing for years, it’s always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological storylines. Don’t worry though, she also insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after! Because without the dark, we’d never appreciate the light.

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Author Spotlight – Ashe Barker has brought her sexy viking to visit

Her Celtic Captor

“If you require a demonstration of my power over you I shall be delighted to oblige you. A few strokes of my belt should do the job.”

Blurb:

As the sister of a powerful Viking chief, Brynhild Freysson is used to giving orders and having them obeyed, which makes it all the more difficult to accept when she suddenly finds herself at the mercy of a Celtic warrior intent on bringing her back to his village whether she likes it or not.

Taranc was a leader of his people before he was taken captive by Viking raiders, and now that he is a free man once more he has no intention of allowing a headstrong Norse woman to slow down his journey home with her stubborn disobedience. When Brynhild refuses to do as she is told, he wastes no time in baring her bottom for a thorough switching, and he makes it quite clear that she can expect even more painful and humiliating punishments if she continues to defy him.

Though her hatred of the Celts runs deep, Taranc’s stern dominance awakens desires in Brynhild that she thought she would never feel again, and when he takes her in his arms and claims her properly it is more pleasurable than she would have thought possible. But though her passion for him grows by the day, can she ever truly love a man whose people are enemies of her own?

Publisher’s Note: Her Celtic Captor is a stand-alone sequel to Her Rogue Viking and Her Dark Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book

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Excerpt (18+)

Taranc bowed politely to Brynhild. “Lady, ” he murmured as be bent to wind Njal’s line around his pole.

He expected Brynhild to stalk off after her nephew, but she did not. Instead, she remained where she stood, her eyes narrowed in a malevolent glare which remained fixed upon him as he busied himself clearing up his own fishing rod. That task accomplished he attached each of the three landed fish to hooks from Njal’s bag in readiness to hang them from his own belt for the journey back to the slave barn. All set to leave himself, he made to pass the still fuming Norsewoman.

“You will excuse me,” he murmured.

“Why?”

He glanced at her, surprised. “Because I am leaving.”

“I mean, why are you spending time with my nephew. What do you plan to do?”

“Plan? Nothing.” Well, nothing that concerns the boy, at least. “He is lonely, and curious. There is no harm in him. And I mean him no ill.”

“I do not believe you.”

Taranc’s slender patience frayed. “And I do not care what you believe. Good night.”

She moved fast, he would allow her that much. He barely even saw the slender hand which snaked from within the confines of her cloak to land a resounding slap across his cheek, and certainly he had no opportunity to dodge that first blow. Not so the second. As she drew back her hand to strike him again he grabbed her wrist and squeezed, only relaxing his grip marginally when she let out a startled squeal.

“I shall let the first slap go, since you are a woman and no doubt consider yourself provoked. But you shall not raise your hand to me again, lady, lest you wish to find yourself upended across my lap and spanked. Do I make myself clear on this?”

“How dare you? Let go of me! I shall—”

“Do I make myself clear?” His grip remained firm despite her frantic tugging to be free.

At last, with no other choice if she was to be released, Brynhild gave a sharp nod. “Very well, I shall not slap you.”

“Excellent decision. And I shall not spank you. This time. Instead…”

He bent his head, lowered his face to hers. Taranc took in the startled expression, the widening of her kingfisher-blue eyes as his mouth descended to brush across hers. Despite his words of just moments ago he was without doubt inviting another slap and the Viking woman could hardly be blamed for delivering it.

Her mouth was soft under his, her breath warm in the cool evening. She parted her lips as though unable to prevent her artless response and his tongue found the seam of her mouth. She opened fractionally more, and it was enough. He slipped his tongue between her lips and caressed the inner surface of her teeth with the tip.

Her hands were on his shoulders, and she clung to him, her fingers curling into his rough tunic. The sane part of his mind expected a protest, expected her to shive him away, to screech her outrage, to summon her guards but the madness which drove him now ignored all of that.

What am I doing? I don’t even like this haughty, cruel woman.

His cock disagreed. His rampant erection liked her perfectly well and tented his pants in instant recognition of the Norsewoman’s ample charms. He deepened the kiss, tunnelling his fingers through her blonde locks to hold her head still. Brynhild let out a soft moan, followed by a gasp. Now, at last and somewhat belatedly, she stiffened in his arms and sought to be free.

Fuck!

Taranc broke the kiss and released her, his own breath less than steady. Brynhild backed away, her stunned expression one he found he did not entirely care for.

“You… you should not have done that.”

Probably not.

“Why…? I do not understand…”

Neither did he.

“Go! Go Back to the slave barn. Now!”

A decent plan, at last.

Taranc stepped back to execute an exaggerated bow. “Sleep well, Lady Brynhild.”

More about Ashe Barker

 

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days – her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel.

At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

Ashe loves to hear from readers. Here are her social media links:

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Author Spotlight: Juliette Banks with Out of the Darkness

Out of the Darkness

“I can’t keep traipsing three miles every time I want to spank that delectable little behind of yours.”

As a beautiful and famous model, she has the life many young girls dream of.

Yet the missing father; the predatory stepfather; the abusive lover; they all let her down, and damaged her judgement about the men she meets.

She thought she had met the man of her dreams, yet fate was cruel.

Until one day, at an airport, she meets the strong, yet kind, dominant man she had longed to meet.

Is he the man she has sought her whole life? Will he show her the way out of the darkness and into the loving, submissive relationship she has always craved?

“Oh I work hard, but I play hard, too. Do you play hard, Marianne?”


NOTE: This book was previously published, under the same title but with a different cover, under the author name of Rachel de Vine. The book has sweet romance, but also contains explicit sex and some BDSM practices. If this material offends you, please do not purchase.

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Excerpt

He took off my dress and my bra, and I sat before him, head lowered, ready to submit. “Stand up. Place your hands flat on the cushion of the other chair, and spread your legs, and wait for me to attend to you.”
I did as instructed and heard William get up and walk away, either to his bedroom or bathroom. I trembled, partly with nerves and partly with sexual expectation. One minute passed, then two. I remembered what he had said about anticipation. This was my time to anticipate what lay ahead, and the sexual need within me doubled in strength. I needed what this man was about to give me. I needed him like I needed air to breathe and water to drink. I lifted my bottom just a little higher and waited to be taken to heaven.

William returned. He had changed into his black jogging pants and t-shirt. He placed something down on to the arm of the chair, but I daren’t look around. I remained absolutely still and silent. He bent over and kissed my back and ran his hand over my bottom.

“A man could go to war in defence of a body like yours, you know. You hold most men in the palm of your hand, even strict Doms such as me, and you have no idea of the power you have, do you? I don’t think I have ever met another beautiful woman who has less awareness of her beauty as you have.”

I didn’t reply. I don’t think he expected a reply. I’d heard this before, and perhaps he was right. From childhood I had never been told I was pretty and grew up with the idea that I was quite ordinary. Even after I was discovered by the modelling agency, and became one of the world’s top models, I never really believed that I was beautiful. I always thought my success was the result of a fluke, and that one day I would be found out and exposed as a fake. Perhaps the messages I’d heard over the years from men were at last starting to get through the barrier that I had erected around my fragile psyche.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp slap on my bottom by William’s hand. I snapped my attention back to the present. Then came another stroke. I breathed deep. I was back in the zone where I wanted to be. All I could think of was this powerful, masculine man standing behind me, raising his arm and bringing his hand sharply and crisply down, warming my flesh and lifting us both to the joyful place of sexual excitement and passion.

William gave me about twenty strokes with his hand, before stopping and reaching between my legs. He plunged two fingers into my sex. I gave a deep groan in response to the sudden intrusion. A sexual tremor went from my pussy to my brain, and back again. God, I wanted this man so badly.

“Yes, Marianne, you want me as much as I want you, don’t you?”
”I want you so badly. Please fuck me, Sir.”
He didn’t reply, but pushed me down on to the chair, so that I was kneeling on the cushion and leaning over the chair back. I felt his hard body press up behind me and he pulled down his jogging pants. He leaned over me and I could feel his breath against my neck. He took the lobe of my ear into his mouth and gently bit on it, before kissing it.

There was nothing I wanted more than to wake up every morning next to him, even if I was tied to the bedpost.

About me:

I write erotic romance as both Juliette Banks and Rachel de Vine, and love to write about sensual, romantic and erotic characters who lead interesting lives, and who often have to overcome challenges along the way. I prefer to write erotic romance, rather than straight erotica, because I am essentially a romantic person, but I also like to involve my characters in an exciting life of Dominance and submission at different levels.

I am British, love the rural life and live in a beautiful home in the middle of the rolling English countryside. I also like to travel around the world from time to time, and have visited some beautiful and exciting places on the way. I am forever grateful that I was born in a place and at a time to take advantage of the freedoms and pleasures that are still denied to many people of the world. We must never take such freedom for granted.

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Author Spotlight: Alexis Alvarez is here with His Firm Direction

☆҉‿➹⁀His Firm Direction☆҉‿➹⁀

When she is offered the lead role in a bold, controversial new play by Axel Masters, the hottest off-Broadway director in the country, twenty-seven-year-old actress Cleo Martinelli is delighted. As rehearsals get underway, however, she finds herself having trouble getting into the mindset of her character, a woman whose firm-handed husband spanks her when she is disobedient.

After Cleo’s difficulty playing her part convincingly leads to a public confrontation with Axel, she worries that she will be fired, but instead the handsome director calls her into his office, scolds her for her petulant attitude, and then suggests that she is in desperate need of the kind of stern correction the character she is struggling to play receives from her fictional husband.

To her surprise, being reprimanded like a naughty girl proves to be intensely arousing for Cleo, and soon enough she is lying over Axel’s lap with her bare bottom exposed for a thorough spanking. His bold dominance leaves her begging to be taken long and hard, and a passionate romance quickly blossoms between them.

Cleo’s new understanding of what it means to submit to a man’s strict discipline pays off on stage, but as the positive reviews pour in she cannot help wondering what will happen to their relationship after the curtain falls on the last showing of the play. Is Axel truly in love with her, or does he see her as nothing more than an actress in need of his firm direction?

Publisher’s Note: His Firm Direction includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt:

“Sorry, Cleo.” His voice held remorse and resolve. “This is supposed to be punishment, so no more rubbing until it’s over. It’s time for those extras you earned… the ones with the belt. Don’t touch your ass.”

Adrenaline swirled through her body and she swiveled to look at his face.

“Watch what I’m doing, Cleo,” he ordered, shifting her so she was sitting on the couch.

“Ow! My butt is already sore,” she complained, but at a stern look from him, she stayed seated, although she shifted uncomfortably on the rough fabric, which made the stinging more prominent.

“No, please,” she begged, anxiety flooding her, as he deliberately held her eyes, pulling the belt from the loops with a soft swish. He folded it over and slapped it into his palm, and she jumped. “God! Axel.”

“Sir.” He nodded his chin at her. “In just a second, you’re going to get up on your knees and lean over the back of the couch. Keep your thighs spread wide. You’re getting ten hard ones with the belt. After that, I think you’ll be properly contrite.”

“Don’t.”

“Eleven.”

“Axel!”

“Twelve. I suggest you stop arguing, Cleo, if you don’t want the count to go higher.” He took the panties from his pocket and tossed them to her; startled, she caught them. “Slide these back on, but only up to your thighs. Now.”

“But why?”

“Because I like the way it looks.”

Bio

Alexis Alvarez is an author, photographer, and digital designer who loves writing steamy romances.  Her female heroines are always strong, intelligent women who fall for the sexiest guy around…and get the happy-ever-after ending of their dreams.

Alexis is a wife and mom, a former chemical engineer, a dachshund-whisperer — wait, that’s a lie. The dachshund usually does the exact opposite of what he’s told.

Do you like contemporary romance?  Darker BDSM/erotica novels?  Alexis has you covered. She writes in both genres.

You can usually find Alexis hanging out with her family or her sisters, who are also romance writers, at their website, Graffiti Fiction.  The three of them love to drink wine together and laugh like hyenas while making dirty jokes and really inappropriate comments. Their mom is very proud.

One really cool thing about Alexis is that she’s a friendly author who loves meeting new people on Facebook. Please come on by and say hello. Thanks, and happy reading!

Contact links

Reader’s Group on Facebook – you will LOVE this fun, awesome, inappropriate place! Please join today. XOXO  https://www.facebook.com/groups/295997897414263/

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Website:  http://graffitifiction.com/

Author Spotlight: Libby Campbell is here with Holding Cynthia

Holding Cynthia
(Romancing the Coast, book 2)

Can a diehard feminist like Cynthia learn to obey an indomitable man like Antony?

Where do you find inspiration for writing?

In the world around me: in what I read, what I see, what I hear on the news. Stories pop up in my head constantly but there’s a lot of chaff in that wheat.

One thing for sure, once I’m writing a novel, I’m always surprised at how the universe starts to ‘speak’ to me about it. For instance when I found the perfect house for Simon and Sadie to buy in Sadie Says I Do, I wondered what obstacle might make it hard for them to move in quickly. Later that same week, I read an article about a prominent Canadian whose house sale was snarled up with liens by the Canada Revenue Agency (our tax office)

If you could travel to any time, what time period would you like to explore?

I’d love to visit Victorian England if I could live as one of the upper classes. My roots are English but, on my mother’s side at least, my family were the ruled, not the ruling class.

I’d want to be the Victorian lady with a handsome, stern but loving husband who lets her sleep until 9, shop for fine clothes, and play cards until early morning hours.

Do you have a favorite vacation spot?

My favorite vacation spots are quiet and remote; I don’t seek bright lights. I’ve spent months in the Australian outback which I adored.

These days, my husband and I frequently escape to Salt Spring Island, in the Canadian Gulf Islands (the other half of Washington State’s San Juan Islands). Seguro Island in the Simon in Charge series and Seeing Ronnie is a fictional island based on Salt Spring. A lot of the features are the same: the lovely ferry ride to get there, the Saturday markets, the wonderful hiking trails in the forest, and the history of the blacks who moved there to escape slavery.

We love Salt Spring because of the lack of light pollution. On summer nights we sit on the lawn, listening to the frogs, watching the bats come out to feed, while counting shooting stars.

Blurb:

Antony Jacobson first held Cynthia Donohue in his arms at a wintry December wedding. Four months later, the statuesque, silver-haired woman continues to haunt his thoughts.

Cynthia is about to move to the West Coast to be closer her daughter. As her plane touches down in her new city, she steels herself to cope on her own. When she finds Antony waiting at the arrivals gate, a wave of gratitude and desire floods through her.

A lifetime of independence hasn’t prepared Cynthia for a submissive role in a relationship. She craves love, romance, and someone to share sunsets. But deep down she believes her dreams are out of her reach. Worse, they are a betrayal of her feminist principles. That’s fine: indomitable, handsome Antony will wait.

She is tired and aching beyond all memory so Antony takes charge. Very quickly, he realizes there is something wrong, very wrong, with Cynthia’s health. He insists that she see a doctor.

She says he is overprotective. He agrees. He is also determined to look after her if she won’t look after herself. A trip over his knee shakes Cynthia to the core. In spite of herself she likes – she wants – this loving correction. More importantly, she agrees that he may be right about seeing a doctor.

Is Antony too much, too soon, or is he just what the doctor ordered?

Publishers’ note: Holding Cynthia is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Tough stuff, but worth it. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or spanking of minors.

Buy link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073X91F2H/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1500312200&sr=8-1&keywords=holding+cynthia

Excerpt 

Antony pulled his hand back and crossed his arms over his chest. “And when I dropped you at the massage center, what did I say?”

“You said I could call you for a ride home.”

“No, I told you to call me.”

“Told, asked. Same difference.”

“You may be a whiz at French, but you obviously need a few lessons in the English language. When I tell you to do something, it’s not multiple choice, pick the most appealing option. It’s an order, pure and simple. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I get what you’re saying.”

“And when you fail to obey me, there will be consequences. I want that clearly understood.”

“Con-se-quences,” Cynthia said the word slowly, pronouncing the se syllable as say, as if she were speaking French. She dragged it out to delay answering. “Would you care to elaborate?”

“Remember when I warned you that last night’s smack might just be a starter if you didn’t behave?”

She nodded.

“I wasn’t kidding. When you fail to look after yourself, I will spank you.”

His words hung in the air between them like a sudden frost.

Her mouth was chalk dry. “Spank me?”

“Yes, spank you. Bare your bottom and turn you over my knee. I want to keep seeing you. I want to see you well, managing your health sensibly. Obviously you’re forgotten how to do that over the years and you need some supervision. My supervision. And when you disobey me, I will punish you in the good, old-fashioned way. Do you understand?” His voice was level, calm. Most of all it was authoritative.

“What? You think I’m going to just submit to that?” Even as she asked the question her pussy clenched with desire and her fingers itched to touch him, to say yes with caresses. She wanted her body to consent so she wouldn’t have to say the words out loud.

“That is exactly what I think, Cindy.” He emphasized Cindy in a way that said he was going to use that name affectionately and proprietarily whether she agreed or not. He was telling her what the conditions of seeing him would be as if he sensed, quite rightly, that this was what she wanted.

Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books:

Seeing Ronnie.(Romancing the Coast, Book 1) 

Simon in Charge – 3 book boxset, featuring:
Simon Says, Winning Sadie, and Sadie Says I Do.
Winning Sadie is also available as an audio book from Audible. Buy it here.

Libby Campbell, spanking writer and mischief maker

Libby Campbell writes in the bay window of her mock-Tudor home. Her muse is fueled by coffee, chocolate, and many cups of fragrant tea. Libby and her leading man share a love of hiking, beach walks, road trips, and an occasional night of dancing. They live in a leafy, seaside neighborhood on a rocky Canadian island.

Libby savors her evening bubble baths where she sings along to her favorite music, safe in the knowledge that no one can hear her. She loves all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big ones who think they are lap dogs. A woman for all seasons, Libby is happy cuddling in front of a winter fire, watching a summer sunset, listening to birds in the spring, and walking in the autumn rain.

Optimistic by nature, Libby wants a solid HEA in her reading and her writing. She writes the stories she wants to read. To see what she’s working on now, or how she formed her earlier novels, visit her Pinterest boards where she pins pictures that inspire her characters and their worlds.

Connect with Libby Campbell on social media:

Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell

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Author Spotlight: Jennifer Bene Ties the Knot in the Thalia series

Tying The Knot

“What does happily ever after look like after so much darkness?”

Blurb

What does happily ever after look like after so much darkness?

Over two years after the trauma of her kidnapping, and the auction that brought them together, Thalia and James are finally getting their happily ever after! Celebrating their love is a piece of wedding cake, but with the help of their wild and crazy friends from Purgatory, it’s destined to be a wedding day no one will forget.

A thrilling mix of kinky fun, laughter, surprises, and the same sexy heat you’ve come to expect from James and Thalia — Tying the Knot is the perfect conclusion to this series that has brought readers to the darkest of lows, and the highest of highs.

Now, it’s time for the light. It’s time to celebrate. It’s time to get married!

BUY LINKS:

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(Also available in Kindle Unlimited)

 

 

 

Excerpts

“Do you want to come, pet?” James’ voice was playful, sated from his orgasm and the act of punishment, but she was still twisted inside.

“If I’m forgiven, yes, Master, please?” she begged, trying to move beneath him, but he caught her hip to hold her still.

“You took your punishment, so of course you’re forgiven, but… I don’t know if I’m ready to let you come yet.” Lifting himself away from her, James grinned in that charmingly mischievous way, her already soaked pussy growing slick.

“I’m going to die,” she groaned dramatically, laid out on the floor in front of him as he stood, but he only laughed.

“Get up, pet. I want to touch you.”

With that temptation she almost jumped off the floor, trying not to sound too desperate.  “Where would you like me, Master?”

“On the bed like I asked.” James smiled, tugging the bedding back to fold it at the bottom, leaving a clean, white expanse.

“Yes, Master.” Biting back the grin she crawled onto the bed and knelt, but he only tilted his head, gaze flowing over her curves.

“Lay down for me and spread your legs. Arms up.” James had barely finished the command before he turned away, expecting her to obey as he moved to a chair near the curtained windows — and, of course, she did. When he returned he dumped an armful of rope and leather cuffs onto the bedding between her feet. “What did I promise you earlier today, pet?”

As he attached the first cuff around one ankle she tried to sort through the chaos of her mind to remember his words. “You promised to fuck me. Hard.”

“Oh, you’re right. I did.” James grinned as he lifted a piece of rope, tying it off to the cuff before pulling her ankle to the edge of the bed. “After what, though? There was a caveat.”

Thalia whined, dropping her head. “You promised to fuck me after you made me beg, and scream, and plead. But I have, Master!”

He finished tying off one ankle, and started on the next with a devious grin on his lips. “Punishments don’t count in play, pet. You know that.” The sharp jerk of the rope made her groan as she propped herself on her elbows.

“I want you! Please?” There was no shame in her desperate tone, even as he made her lay back against the bed again, his strong grip pulling one wrist towards the headboard, wrapping the soft leather cuff tight.

“What happens when you get bossy?” James smirked at her, glancing up occasionally as he crouched to tie the rope to the bed frame.

“You make me wait longer, Master.” It took more self-control than she thought she had in the moment, but she managed to avoid rolling her eyes.

“That’s right, pet. So, will you be a good girl and be patient for me?” He asked as he walked around the end of the bed, abs shifting with each step, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as he watched her in return. Gaze hungry, an amused expression on his face, but she could tell he was thinking. Plotting.

“I promise I’ll behave.”

The low chuckle as he bound her other wrist to the bed spoke volumes about what he thought of her answer. “Tell me, are you wet?”

Yes, Master.” The exasperation fled her voice as his fingers brushed down her stomach, and when his fingers dipped between her thighs she almost shouted in relief. He traced her pussy, dragging her wetness to her clit to start slow, purposeful circles that were just enough to amplify the tension inside her.

“You are wet, pet.” Moving his hand lower he gently slid two fingers inside her, stretching her, bucking her hips to seek just a little more friction, but it did nothing. He was torturously gentle, his thumb brushing over her clit, back and forth, teasing passes that had her thighs twitching.

Groaning in frustration she jerked against her wrist cuffs, looking up at him in desperation. When he smiled, she let out a little scream and kicked her heels into the bed. “Master!”

“Oh, pet, no patience at all.” James pulled his fingers from her and tsk’d. “Is it so terrible to have me enjoy each and every twitch of your body? Every little sound you make when you’re so wet and wanting?” Wandering to the chair in the corner, leaving her bereft of his touch, his voice had her squirming on the bed.

Wrists twisting in the cuffs she tried to think clearly through the haze of the arousal, through the dull ache of the welts across her ass. “I just want you. Please?”

“You already had me in your throat, pet. You got to feel me, to taste me…” Returning to her, he sat on the edge of the bed and traced the outside of her leg. “Was that not enough?”

The idea that he might edge her the entire night made her whine low in her chest, gritting her teeth as she fought the pathetic stream of pleas she wanted to utter. Instead, she managed a simple, “Thank you, Master. For letting me taste you.”

“Such a good girl.” Chuckling, James leaned closer, almost kissing her, and her lips parted in expectation, but he spoke instead. “Will you continue to be a good girl for me?”

“What do you want me to do, Master?” She almost didn’t finish the question before he kissed her, his fingers delving between her thighs to roll against her clit, sending her hips into jerking pulses as she sought oblivion. He continued to rub her as he broke the kiss, his breath brushing over her lips.

“I want you to obey me, and not come until I give you permission. Understand the rules, pet?” James’ pupils had dilated again, that thin ring of dark green beckoning her to the very edge of her sanity as heat coiled tight between her legs.

“Yes, Master. I understand.” It felt like damnation to speak the words, but there was no other choice. She’d already disobeyed, twice, on today of all days, and this was her chance at redemption. Yes, she was forgiven, but this was about proving to herself that she could obey, that she could show some self-control.

Of course, that idea felt completely ridiculous when he made a low sound in his chest and slid his fingers back inside her. James’ lips closed over her nipple and she arched, moaning until he bit down and a brief scream escaped her. “I love the sounds you make.”

“Master…” she sighed, trying to focus on the way he stroked at her g-spot, toes curling as he applied a little more pressure and she gasped, just in time for him to bite down once more. A zing of electric tension, fireworks popping in her nerves, making her twitch, jerk against the cuffs without even meaning to move.

Sweet agony.

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Author Spotlight: Jaye Peaches has brought her Strict Gentleman

A Strict Gentleman

“You are bound by the rules of this century, not yours.
I shall hold you accountable in whatever way I wish.”

Blurb:

Twenty-three-year-old Kelly Regan didn’t expect much excitement when she took a job as a curator at a historic estate, but upon encountering a beautiful, mysteriously powerful mirror she suddenly finds herself transported back to the Victorian era.

Kelly is intrigued by the estate’s owner, the handsome bachelor Sir Henry Yarlswood, and in order to learn more about life in his household she impersonates another woman and obtains a position as his maid. But Henry is not a man who tolerates dishonestly from his staff, and after her deception is discovered Kelly’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing spanking.

The stern punishment only increases Kelly’s desire to know more about her handsome employer, but after she is caught snooping through his personal effects she soon finds herself stripped naked for an even more shameful chastisement. Despite her sore bottom, however, she is deeply aroused by Henry’s firm-handed dominance, and when he claims her properly his masterful lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But will their blossoming romance be enough to keep her by his side, even if it means leaving her old life behind forever?

Publisher’s Note: A Strict Gentleman includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt 1

Henry paused and flexed the rod before swishing it through the air a few time. It was a horrible sound, unmistakable. Her fantasy scenario of moaning girls and probing dominants with frisky fingers was nothing like the strict application of Henry’s cane.

“I wish to know, young lady,” Henry said as he continued to swish the cane through the air, “have you taken anything from this room?”

Taken? She’d looked in his journal, but not taken it. “No, sir,” she gasped.

The cane struck with a resounding thud and she drummed the palms of her hand on the seat of the chair. “No, I haven’t,” she repeated.

“Please keep your head up, Kelly. The mirror is there for both our benefits.”

He noticed she liked to look at him and he was using it to observe her too. It was an odd moment of reassurance. If he could see her face, the tears, the pained expression, he must be judging whether she was coping or on the verge of collapse. Was Henry so cruel as to want her to faint? She doubted it. Nothing she’d read in his journal, assuming he accurately portrayed his activities, implied he sought a woman’s injury or committed harmful acts. The cane stung like crazy, but it wasn’t being wielded with force, only accuracy.

She raised her head and stared at him. He nodded, then to her amazement, he stepped toward her behind and with his forefinger traced the line of the cane.

Kelly gasped, not because it hurt or made the mark throb any harder, but because it was tender and curative. For a few seconds she was thrilled, excited, and perversely aroused by that delicate touch. Now she throbbed in a new spot; her little nub was aching to be noticed.

“Because I know,” he said, stepping back, “that taken objects can be returned to their correct location without being missed.” He cracked the cane swiftly against her bottom.

Author Bio:

I’m an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

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