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Author Spotlight – Gaining Maisy by Summer Graystone

Gaining Maisy

Blurb:

Personal trainer, Carter Lewis knows his way around the gym–and around a woman’s body. No stranger to the wild world of domination, Carter can spot a woman with a deep need for total submission from a mile a way. And the beautiful, but broken Maisy is just begging for it. Now, it’s Carter’s turn to teach Maisy just how gorgeous and sexy she really is–if she’ll just accept her curves and size for what they truly are: Sexy as hell.

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Snippet:

Every thought left Maisy’s mind as Carter wrapped his hands around her waist to slip them into her gym shorts, cupping her ass around her panties. It seemed like he was massaging where he had just spanked and Maisy felt her bones turn to goo as his hands swept up and down her ass. Then his thumb brushed the bottom end of her pussy from the back, and Maisy moaned loudly as she clutched his chest and plastered her body against his. A move that allowed her to feel every inch of the erection resting between Carter’s legs. Maisy rubbed her thighs against it, hoping to punish him a little like he was doing to her. But apart from a slight increase in breath and a jerk of his engorged cock, Carter barely acknowledged the contact.

Then with his hand still in her ass crack, his thumb just barely edging her pussy from the back, he leaned in close to her. “If you can complete fifty sit-ups without stopping, I’ll put my tongue where my thumb is.”

Adrenaline spiked through Maisy, and at that moment she would have done a hundred sit-ups just so she could feel his tongue soothe the ache between her legs. Forgotten was the fact that, up to that point, the best she had ever been able to get to was about thirty. She quickly got on the floor, raising her knees up till she was in the position to start. Then just before she started, Carter dropped down to his knees and slid in between her legs. Normally, he would hold her by her ankles to keep her steady while her back went up and down. But today, his hands slid up her legs, caressed her thighs, then she felt the pad of his thumb circle around her aching pussy, the friction causing another wave of arousal to course through her whole body. “Remember, my tongue here if you get to fifty.”

About the Author:

Hey! So my name is Summer, and I’m a contemporary romance author, who attends photography classes during the day, and writes naughty romance by night. When I’m not in school I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the beaches of California. My favorite thing to do is to write sexy stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end.

I love to hear from my readers! Email me at summergraystone@outlook.com and let’s chat!

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“Gaining Maisy by Summer Graystone was a sweet and sexy romance novel that pulled me in from the first page. I’m a sucker for stories where the heroine is starting over and happens to meet a loving dom (like Carter—yum!!), and I thought Maisy and Carter had great chemistry and were perfect for one another. This is a fantastic read that you won’t want to put down!” ~ USA Today Bestselling Author Sue Lyndon

Author Spotlight – Jaye Elise is here with Mastering His Captive

Jaye Elise

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Blurb:

Erotic romance novelist Kit Alexander is in a slump. Each new book seems more difficult to complete than the last, and the spark in her writing seems to be gone. But her life is changed forever when she goes on a camping trip to reconnect with her muse and ends up being kidnapped and brought to an isolated cabin by a dedicated fan set on helping her in his own way.

Vaughn is a former Green Beret used to taking charge, and when his favorite author needs to rekindle her passion he makes it his business to teach her what it means to be thoroughly mastered. Kit quickly discovers that being stripped bare and spanked soundly is very different in real life than in her stories, but in spite of everything Vaughn’s stern correction leaves her deeply aroused. When she defies her captor, however, Kit learns the hard way that there are punishments far more humiliating than a mere bare-bottom spanking.

With each passing day Kit finds herself surrendering ever more completely to Vaughn’s bold, practiced dominance, and when he claims her it is more pleasurable than she would have ever imagined. As her next book begins to take shape under his strict guidance, she knows it is the best she’s ever written. But when it is finished at last, will it mean the end of her relationship with the man who inspired it?

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

 

Excerpt:

“Wh-who are you and why did you take me?” Her voice came out thick and slurred, her tongue leaden in her mouth. Tamping down her disorientation and discomfort, she knew she might as well find out how dire her situation was and get the worst out of the way.

“Good girl, Kit. I like it when you’re calm,” he purred. “Although, I think you may’ve asked the wrong question. You already know who I am, don’t you? I’m Vaughn, the man who kidnapped you.” She instinctively pulled against her restraints again, the handcuffs clanging off the metal rails as he continued, “Now, the better question would be what am I. And the answer to that question is just as simple, but carries with it a tremendous responsibility.”

Kit had no idea what the hell he was talking about and even in her addled, fettered state, she made sure he knew how frustrated she was. “Well, that was helpful, Vaughn. Really helpful,” she responded, oozing sarcasm from every pore. “Now, what the hell are you and why the hell did you take me?”

“Mind your tone and language with me, Kit. You’re not in a position to smart-mouth me, so consider yourself warned. Next time, you get punished.” Kit couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but he didn’t give her more time to process. “Long story short, I’m a dominant. And, as for why I took you, well…” He paused, running his hand across his bearded cheek. “Until you get back on track with your writing and get to the bottom of what’s holding you back, I’m going to be your dominant, Kit.”

What in the holy living hell is he talking about? Kit’s mind flip-flopped in an effort to comprehend what he was telling her, but yet again, he pushed ahead without her. “It’s no secret that your work has taken a turn for the worse over the past few years. I mean, I’ve always been a huge fan of your books, but lately all I read are forced, ham-handed BDSM scenes coupled with silly, stilted dialogue. It’s beneath you. You’re better than that. And you know it.”

Kit was fit to explode. She didn’t even give herself time to grasp the irony that she was angrier about his literary criticism than about him drugging and kidnapping her. “Oh, so now you’re a dominant and a book critic? Where do you get off talking shit about my writing? Have you ever written a book? Have you ever sat down and tried to piece together a compelling story in an attempt to appeal to a discerning audience? Well, whenever you decide to do so, keep me in the know and I’ll be sure to come by and tell you how ‘ham-handed’ your efforts are, prick.”

Before she could take a restorative breath, he whipped the blanket off her, exposing her mostly naked body to the relatively cool air, and gave her tender inner thighs a few solid smacks. “I told you there’d be punishment, Kit. Watch. Your. Mouth.” Unable to pull her legs together, she squirmed at the lingering sting. But she refused to give him the satisfaction of crying out, opting instead to bite down on her bottom lip. “Though to answer your question, no, I’ve never written a book.” She resettled herself on the bed, wishing she could rub her hands along her prickling thighs. “But I’m an experienced dominant. And as somebody who’s intimately familiar with your work, I think we both know that you’ve lost your way.” She heard his tone soften. “And I think I know why.”

 

Author Bio:

Jaye Elise suffers from a perpetual case of wanderlust, but seems to have settled down – for now – in the Pacific Northwest. She’s excited to write the types of books that she loves to read, namely the steamy kind. Although she’s at her most comfortable (and wicked) when writing in the Romance and Erotica genres, she also enjoys reading murder mysteries and gripping historical fiction.

Her hobbies include reading tawdry paperbacks in full view of complete strangers, watching James Bond marathons (and skipping the late Roger Moore films), and overdosing on caffeine.

When she’s not writing, you can find Jaye hiking with her wonderful husband, traveling all over the globe, or diving into a new book (see above). Jaye loves to hear from her readers and encourages you to reach out to her via the following social media platforms.

 

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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: 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!

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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.

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 – Jennifer Bene

Monster (Appearing in… Hero Undercover Box Set)

Available now only 99¢ until July 3rd, then it goes up to $6.99

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Monster Blurb

I’m a monster.

There are no pretty words to wrap up the things I’ve done, the things I’ve been witness to, all in the name of the law. But wrong or right gets mixed up the longer you’re undercover, and what used to be a mask feels more like who I really am with each passing day.

Cold, ruthless, vicious. I’m Paulo García’s monster, and I’d swallowed that bitter pill whole, learned to deal with it… until she stormed into the house like some avenging angel.

And that’s what she is, an angel.

Nicole wants to save her brother. She showed up with an envelope full of cash and a smart mouth and found herself in a den of monsters. I wish I could say I was the best of them, I wish I could say I wanted to protect her — but she’s so damn sweet, and my life’s been bitter for too long.

And all I want is a taste before this world destroys her.

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Boxset Blurb

CAN YOU HANDLE 25 SMOKIN’ HOT, TAKE-CHARGE, BAD BOYS?

Don’t miss this sizzling compilation of panty-melting military masters, determined detectives, and rope twirling cowboys. Your knees will grow weak with each take-charge encounter leaving you breathless for more. Sink into the novellas and submit to these sinfully strict salacious alpha males.

Penned by 25 New York Times, USA Today, and award-winning, best-selling romance authors.

Annabel Joseph, Addison Cain, Renee Rose, Maggie Ryan, Maddie Taylor, Emily Tilton, Trent Evans, Jennifer Bene, Jane Henry, Sophie Kisker, Megan Michaels, Katherine Deane, Maggie Carpenter, Maisy Archer, Alyssa Bailey, Claire Conrad, Stevie MacFarlane, Piper Stone, Anya Summers, Lucy Wild, BJ Wane, A.C. Rose, April Hill, Amelia Smarts, Meredith O’Reilly

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Excerpt

The boys opened the front door, and Paulo strolled into the sitting room, making his way to the wet bar. One of the most violent drug lords ever to come out of South America, and he looked like he was on vacation with his casual clothes, his falsely friendly demeanor. My grip on the tequila bottle tensed as I stared at the man, but I made sure my expression was blank. It didn’t matter how much I hated him, I was his until the job was done.

“Not curious about the girl, Andre?” Paulo asked, tilting up his fresh drink to take a sip.

“Why should I be curious when I can get the play by play just from listening?”

“Well, José seems to think she’s a security risk.”

“If you need her handled, I’ll do it, jefe. Otherwise, I see plenty of ass walking around Miami.” I stayed still. Discussing shit like this was practically second nature now.

Paulo chuckled, leaning back with his elbows on the bar. “That’s what I like about you, Andre. Cold as ice.” He waved his drink at the men crowding the front door where a buzz of conversation had picked up. “The others are so hot tempered, they don’t think. You think.”

“Emotion clouds judgment.”

“You’re right. My father used to say… mata a tu corazón, o te matará. Do you know this phrase?”

I hadn’t heard it before, but I knew what it meant, and it fit Paulo perfectly. “Kill your heart, or it will kill you.”

A shark’s grin spread across Paulo’s features. “Exactly. Emotion makes you weak, and weakness is death.”

“Your father was a smart man,” I answered, voice on automatic, but the words were almost overridden by the feminine shout that came from the front door.

“Are you in there Paulo García? HUH?”

The man’s eyebrows lifted the tiniest fraction, his chilling smile not shifting. “Let her in, José.”

“Keep your fucking hands off me.” The blonde that stumbled into the room from the foyer was clad in shorts and a form fitting blue shirt that had some phrase across it in pale, swirling text. Male laughter followed her, and I forced myself to be still, not even breathing so I wouldn’t move.

She was definitely American, and fucking beautiful, and as I turned my eyes back to Paulo I knew the man smelled blood in the water. A wicked hunger waking up in those coal black eyes — the same hunger that I hated myself for feeling. “Hola, señorita. What can I do for you?”

“Do for me?” Her voice was practically boiling with rage, tanned cheeks flushing with it as she held out a thick envelope. “How about leaving my little brother the fuck alone? I’ve got your money, and I want you to take it and then never fucking speak to him again — any of you! That is what you can do for me, asshole.”

Marco and Diego started laughing behind her, amused by her little outburst as they looked over her curves, her strong legs, all the way down to the multi-colored running shoes on her feet. Even Paulo seemed vaguely amused as he spread his arms wide. “I have no idea who your brother is, belleza, but if he owes me money that was his choice.”

“Fuck you! I know you hurt Chris, threatened him, but this is it. Take your money, and get out of his life!” She shook the envelope again, shouting, and my cock twitched at the same moment my stomach dropped.

Brave and stupid. Paulo was going to eat her alive.

Author Bio:

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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Cherry on Top in the
Hero Undercover Anthology

What I want to do to your body, is illegal in fifteen states.

Blurb:

Cherry Donovan has a problem. No, it’s not her annoying big brother who still thinks he should swoop in and rescue her from everything. She’s twenty-two and can take care of herself. It’s not the few extra pounds she carries or her technologically challenged brain that won’t help her figure out how to change a ring tone on her cell phone. It’s not even her asshole-ex-boyfriend who may or may not be the one smashing her packages and leaving her weird messages in the mail and on her phone.

No. It’s the hunky, drool-worthy, make you want to drop the icing spatula and lick him instead best friend of her older brother. Jacob is staying with her for the week. Why? She doesn’t know. But she’s falling for him—hard and fast. Like slipping on a patch of meringue and landing flat on your back. Only this is going to hurt more. Why is he there? And could she pay him to change her ringtone for her?

Army Sergeant, Jacob Pye is still reeling from the fall-out of losing two of his squad members. Now, during some mandatory get your head back on straight time off, he’s on an undercover mission to check on his best friend’s younger sister. The mission: Go in and assess the situation; protect the sexy, young woman; neutralize the enemy. Most importantly—don’t let Cherry know that he’s there to protect her. Oh, and then there’s the hardest part of the mission. Don’t fall for the gorgeous woman who is strong enough to finally make him feel human again. She makes him laugh.

Excerpt:

“Ganache.” She croaked, her throat dry, her mouth not seeming to want to work properly.

“Ganache. This right here.” He held the spatula in front of her, not touching her. But she couldn’t have moved anyway. “The stuff you threw at my head.” His eyebrow cocked.

Clearing her throat she tried to get a handle on her rapid heartbeat, as he handed her the bowl.

“Do you know what I do to little girls who don’t play nice, and who get Daddy all messy for his customers?”

“Oh God.”

“No, just Daddy or Sir, whichever you prefer, young lady.”

“I like naughty girl,” she whispered. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Heck, why not? She reached her fingers into the bowl, scraping a tiny bit onto her fingers, and then ran it down his stubbled cheek, down his neck, and then wiped her finger across his tan t-shirt with two long strokes.“You are such a naughty little girl.” He took the bowl out of her hands and set it on the sink, and quickly turned her around so her belly was against the sink. “Daddy’s going to punish you for that.”

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His Forever Summer, by Tara Finnegan

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I am so excited to finally read Carla’s story! She was the “bad girl” in many of season one’s stories. I love her character and can’t wait to read her story. 🙂

Update: Just finished. LOVED it! Will review soon 🙂

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His Forever Summer by Tara Finnegan

Carla Methon has tread on a lot of toes, men’s and women’s alike. But no one could be more dissatisfied with Carla than the lady herself. With a compunction to throw herself at every man within a three mile radius and a serious case of foot in mouth disease, Carla knows she is in desperate need of being taken in hand before she does any more damage to her reputation.  Kieran O’Brien needs to escape a broken relationship and he invites himself to spend a summer with his brother in Corbin’s Bend. But Kieran is a totally unsuspecting vanilla with no idea of the ethos of the community he is about to enter.  The pair strike up an unlikely friendship of vanilla and spice, with one stipulation – it is only a summer fling. By the time Kieran boards his flight to return to Ireland he wishes his summer could last forever. Can he find the courage, not only to admit the extent of his feelings, but to take on the role Carla so desperately needs him to be?

Excerpt

“What the heck? Do you realise it’s six thirty? I only just got to sleep,” Carla snapped at Kieran as he barged through the front door.

“Sorry, this couldn’t wait. I can’t let you go through with it. I won’t let you do it. I’ve been awake all night thinking about it. It’s crazy.”

“You can’t stop me! It’s got nothing to do with you, Kieran. I need to face my demons, and be punished for it, and unless you’re going to man up and do the punishing, then I suggest you get the hell out and let me make my own decisions,” Carla snapped with exasperation. She saw his brain catch up with her words.

“And if I punish you, you’ll cancel?”

“Christ, Kieran, I was joking. It’s called sarcasm. We both know you wouldn’t be able to see it through.”

“But if I could?”

“Fine, if you could, and if you could do it properly, then yes, I’ll cancel.” She didn’t for one minute believe there was any likelihood of her not making her appointment.

“So, what exactly do I need to do?” he asked.

“Fuck, you want the step by step guide?”

“How the hell else am I supposed to do it? Or make it mean anything.”

“Shit, you’re serious. Um, okay. I suppose first you need to talk to me about what it is I’ve done. Get me to confess it. Then spank me for each thing, I guess. Maybe pausing in between. Look I don’t really know. I’ve only ever had this done once, when I was young. Every other time it was erotic. But I think you need to be disapproving, authoritative. I doubt you can do that! It’s a crazy idea.” Kieran flinched and she knew she had stung his manhood, although she didn’t mean to. She was just being straight. Her foot in mouth disease was playing up again.

“Let me worry about how I behave! We’re here to discuss how you have behaved. For now I need the practicalities. Like what I’m supposed to use, how many times I’m supposed to hit you. How I know if I’m going too far, or even if I’m not doing it enough. You know what, you go and wait in your room, and give me a key. I’m going to talk to Jim. I’ll get more sense out of him.” Without waiting for a reply, he was gone, snatching her door-keys from inside the front door.

Shit, she’d gone and done it now. If he was going to punish her, then he was going to want to know why. She’d have to tell him everything. Carla cringed at the thought of the conversation that was going on between Kieran and Jim right at that moment.

 

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The accidental writer, that’s me! A lot of writers will tell you that they dreamed of being a writer for years and were making up stories from they were knee high to a grasshopper. And a lot of them loved English class. I dodged all forms of essay (not even bothering to look for an original or plausible excuse) and entertained myself and by poor desk mate during my English classes by very rudely paraphrasing and taking the mickey out of Francis Bacon…yep, looking back, that’s probably when I should have had my first good spanking. If not for wasting my own education, then surely for distracting my misfortunate neighbour. Then I started an affair with my computer, so much so that I nearly had to be surgically removed from it. And what’s an affair without a good measure of hot sex and erotic spanking?