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Jaye Peaches stops by with a sexy, new sci fi!

I am so excited to have Jaye Peaches over today, with her brand new story, Chosen by the Governor. This one sounds hot! It’s by Jaye Peaches, so you know it’s going to be! 😉

Thank you for hosting me today. I’ve brought along an alien – Marco, the hunky tattooed governor of a distant penal colony. He has a new prisoner. Freya has recently arrived from Earth and has caught his eye. Marco has chosen her to his, and only his, but first he needs to ensure she understands what he expects from her.



With her back to the magnificent view, she pressed her palms onto the cool surface. There was nothing else on the desk. The console with its touch-activated panels was deactivated. The shiny black surface reflected her face, the tangled knots of hair that swung down and the feverish fire in her eyes.

Why didn’t she look alarmed or scared? Flushed, certainly, her cheeks tinged with pink, but it wasn’t due to heat nor shame. Her nudity hadn’t shocked her this time. No, something else—excitement? More likely lust. Her clitoris buzzed, wired to respond to the presence of an attractive man, and the silly organ continued to betray her true desires.

“Elbows down,” he said softly.

She bent lower and rested on her forearms. Her bottom had lifted higher than her shoulders. She breathed on the desk and a misty haze formed on the surface hiding her reflection.

“Legs apart.”

He delivered the command in a firmer voice. She needed it. Showing him her cleft, the bare lips of her sex, took more courage. She slid her feet sideways.

“Good,” he murmured.

A wave of goosebumps tingled down her back and legs. Why did it matter that he was pleased? This was his demand—this spanking, his choice of punishment—she’d not initiated any of it. However, his enforcement of the ‘be good’ command was working. She spread her legs wider and offered him a better view.

“A few with my hand, then,” he moved closer, “I’ll punish you properly.”

Properly! What the hell did that mean?




When she is caught spying on the alien empire which has conquered Earth, Freya is shipped off to a prison colony on the distant planet Tagra. Upon her arrival, she is subjected to a thorough, intimate medical examination intended to assess her response to sexual stimulation, and when she protests the humiliating procedure her bare bottom is soundly spanked.

Marco takes his job as governor of Tagra seriously and he is well-known among the prisoners for his firm-handed discipline, but from the moment he first encounters Freya he cannot keep the feisty Earthling off his mind. After taking it upon himself to personally oversee her initial exam, he delights in bringing the naked, blushing human to one quivering climax after another.

Though Marco quickly proves that he will not hesitate to punish Freya when she defies the rules of the colony, her burning backside does nothing to diminish her growing need for him to claim her and take her long and hard. She soon finds herself falling ever more deeply in love with the handsome, dominant alien who both demands her submission and brings her pleasure beyond anything she could have ever imagined, but can she dare to hope that Marco will one day see her as more than just his prisoner and his plaything?

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





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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 composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.


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Jaye Peaches visits with her hot new regency!

Jaye Peaches is visiting today, and I am so excited about this one! I have it locked into my Kindle ready to read. 🙂


Thank you Katherine for hosting me. I’ve brought along an excerpt from my latest book, His Lordship’s Mate, a Regency spanking tale with a twist.

Ella is not one for good timing keeping and since she failed to pack any clothes before Gethin whisked her away to his mansion, she is rather lacking in attire. After an amorous night of love-making, she wakes to find she has nothing to wear.


Without knocking, Gethin entered the room. Ella pulled the blanket up over her bare breasts.

“Good, you’re awake,” he declared. Reaching over, he pulled the blanket down and uncovered her bosom. “Keep them so, I like looking at them. In fact, climb out of bed so I can inspect you.”

She hesitated. Where were the servants?

“Ella!” he commanded.

She jumped and slid out from under the covers. She stood by the bed, trying to make herself as small as possible. “I haven’t any clothes,” she whispered, ashamed at her lack of apparel.

“I know. Of course, if you’d packed like I asked, you wouldn’t be in this situation.” He shrugged and picked up her shoes, holding them out. “You can wear these.”

“Gethin,” she bleated. “You tore my only dress to shreds. Remember?”

“I do, indeed,” he nodded with a smirk.

“So it’s not my fault,” she said haughtily.

“I repeat, you did not pack anything.”

“I didn’t get the chance. You whisked me here! That was mean of you.” She stomped her foot.

Gethin inhaled deeply. “This attitude is not helping you. The servants have been dismissed for the day. I’ve decided, as part of your punishment for failing to prepare for your departure, you will remain naked for the duration of the day. That way I can look upon your curvaceous form unhindered.”

“No!” she gasped, horrified at the notion.

Gethin cocked his head to one side. “No?” he drawled. “Did you not agree to be my obedient wife, including any demands I might make upon you? Treat this as punishment or not, you will, Ella, be naked. The summer is upon us, the air is warm, you won’t feel cold. Now. Let me show you around the house. You may wear your shoes to protect your delicate soles.”

She huffed while putting them on, then she dragged her heels as she trailed behind him, paying little heed to his tour. The drawing room, with a handful of chairs and sofas, the dining room, the long gallery—for exercise when it rained, he remarked—and lastly the library. This room captured her attention. Shelves upon shelves of books, stacked high up to the ceiling requiring the use of a ladder to reach the upper shelves. She clapped her hands in delight, then swiftly covered her breasts again. He chuckled at her brief display of exuberance.

“You can use this room as much as you like. Let’s dine, then we can tour the garden.”

She expected him to give her a reprieve. To her chagrin, it never came. She had to sit next to him naked. Laid out in the dining room were covered platters of dry meats and cheese. Seated on his right side, she picked at her plate and squeezed her thighs together. Occasionally, while he ate a slice of ham, Gethin reached over and fondled her breasts or pinched her nipples. Grinning from ear to ear, he looked amused by her discomfort, also extremely happy.

“Part your legs,” he commanded.

She summoned her courage and opened up. There at the dining table, to her mortification, he probed her pussy, snaking a long finger inside and wriggling it. She hunched, struggling to keep her legs apart while in a state of denial—his sliding finger met no resistance. Her pussy seemed to welcome the attention.

“You’re wet.” He held up his shiny finger. “Whether you deny it or not, you need a good, hard fuck to satisfy that lust within you.”

Shocked by his vulgarity, she dropped her fork and snapped her legs together. “Please, let me have some clothes,” she sobbed.

“My dear, cease this snivelling. You must accept you are too gorgeous to keep shut behind dull clothing. I want you to appreciate how much I adore looking at you. Think of it as a compliment, rather than a disagreeable condition. Flaunt yourself. Go on. Sit up straighter, stick out your breasts, and hold your head up high.”

He leaned towards her. “Ella. You’re beautiful. Do as I ask.”






Eighteen-year-old Ella Bailey knows that if she is to have any hope of a good match, she must marry quickly before her father completes the ruin of her family’s fortune and good name with his wanton living. Her situation is made worse when a wealthy viscount expresses interest in her hand and she accepts his invitation to a party, only to have the supposed gentleman first seek to seduce her and then attempt to force himself on her.

After his efforts to despoil her are thwarted, the spiteful cad does his utmost to slander Ella’s character with scandalous accusations. With her reputation in tatters and nowhere else to turn, Ella seeks solace in the arms of the enigmatic Gethin Powell, a rich, handsome lord known for his lack of concern for the expectations of high society.

Gethin takes a strong interest in Ella, but he makes it abundantly clear that he is a man who expects to be obeyed in all things. Living under his roof as his woman will mean submitting to his authority, surrendering her body to his desires, and baring her bottom for his stern chastisement whenever he deems it necessary.

Ella soon discovers that Gethin’s sexual appetites are both fierce and insatiable, but as he thoroughly lays claim to her naked, blushing body, she is deeply ashamed to find herself hungering for more. But even as their passion for each other grows deeper, an old and powerful secret waits to come to light. When Ella learns the truth about Gethin, will it tear her away from the man who has taken her as his mate?

Publisher’s Note: His Lordship’s Mate 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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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 composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.


Jaye lives in NW England.


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“I’m going to undress you and put you to bed.” – Jaye Peaches visits

Jaye Peaches is visiting today, and sharing her sexy new story with us!  Did you see the cover? It is magnificent. It combines two of my favorite things – eroticism and good wine. Come on, who else loves a great glass of wine? Yep, I’m hooked, and can’t wait to read this one, especially after the scene from below. Here’s Jaye 🙂


Hello Katherine and thank you for the chance to share my latest book – Indulge Me

This story is something of a sensory journey for the lead characters, not just in their love of wine, but along a path of erotic exploration. Gideon has up to now treated Saffron to fun erotic games. Not tonight. She’s had too much alcohol and he’s had to bring a different side of him, one she’s not seen before – the dominant.


“Let’s get you upstairs to bed.” He propelled her out of the room and back towards the stairs.

“Ooh, yes, bed.” She tripped on the first step in her excitement. Gideon maintained a tight grip on her elbow and steadied Saffron as she climbed the stairs.

“I don’t understand,” she mumbled. “I didn’t have that much alcohol.”

“You’re used to spitting.”

“I can hold my drink. I’ll have you know,” She pivoted at the top. “Last weekend, I drank at least a bottle on my own.” She regretted the indignant aside the moment she’d said it. She sounded like a piss artist, somebody who drank at every opportunity, as if to make up for the compulsory sobriety at work.

He didn’t comment and directed her towards a door. Another rather plain room with a wardrobe, chest of drawers, a bed and en-suite bathroom.

The walls were horrendously bare, just like downstairs. She loved pictures and covered the walls of her rooms with photographs she’d taken: Tuscan landscapes, snow clad Alps or the mountains of New Zealand. She sometimes treated herself to paintings, paying a small fortune for luxury of paint rather than print. Gideon’s plain interior troubled her, probably because pictures would have helped shown Saffron his tastes and provide more insights into his psyche.

“This place isn’t really mine,” said Gideon.

He’d been watching her, seen something on her face—an expression she’d pulled?—she wasn’t aware of it, but as she was discovering, Gideon didn’t require overt clues in order to read her thoughts. She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles, struggling to ignore the weight of her heavy eyelids.

Gideon pointed at the bed. “Why don’t you sit before you fall over?”

She plonked her weary body on the edge of the mattress. “I am tired,” she declared in an emphatic tone. “Being tipsy and tired does make me seem drunk.”

“Of course.” Gideon raised an eyebrow and smirked.

She patted the bed next to her. “Here, there’s room for two.” The double bed occupied a large portion of the room, but it wasn’t king size. It didn’t look queen sized, either. “It will be cosy,” she added.

“I’m sleeping on the armchair downstairs.” He stepped away.

Loosening her jaw, her mouth dropped open. “No.” She blinked, squeezing her bleary eyes tight together before opening them again. “I’ve been waiting since—”

“You can wait a little longer, Saffron. I don’t bed intoxicated women.”

She deflated—her shoulders sagged and she hung her head with obvious disappointment. Amongst her so-called intoxication, she discerned the tingling sensation lurking in her loins. “You gave me the fucking wine,” she grumbled and kicked her high heels against the divan.

“To enjoy. And don’t swear.” He seemed cross. He clawed at the knot in his tie and loosened it, then unbuttoned his waistcoat.

Her hopes raised—he was reconsidering! She leaned back on her elbows and parted her knees, just enough to show the tops of her stockings. “And now I want something else to enjoy.” She fluttered her eyelashes.

Gideon crouched by her feet, lifted the heel of one foot and undid the strap. Her pulse rate shot up. “Yes, oh, yes.” Undress me!

“I don’t fuck women who are not in a fit state to give consent.” He looked up at her with those bottomless pit eyes, so black and deep—such a stern gaze. Annoyed at his assumption she was unfit to know her own mind, she snatched her foot out of his grip, and the shoe came way in his hand.

Gideon sighed, puffing out his lips. “Your petulance is only helping you lose this argument. This is not the girl I licked wine off on Wednesday, is it?”

God, he sounds just like Dad. “No,” she snapped. “She’s a little pissed off.”

“Pissed, but not off,” he added swiftly. He tugged on the other shoe. “I’m going to undress you and put you to bed.” He placed her high heels neatly side by side. It reflected something else about the house—it was spick and span, devoid of clutter and unnecessary objects. Gideon was fastidious in everything he did.

She collapsed back on the bed, covered her face with her hands and groaned. The change in position triggered another wave of dizziness. Perhaps, he was right. It had been a hectic week, another late night and her tolerance for alcohol had dropped significantly. She unmasked her face to find Gideon leaning over her.

“Sweetheart, there is tomorrow, be patient.” He lowered his lips and kissed her.



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She sees him once.

He’s standing across the wine cellar watching her when their eyes meet. Miles away from home in California’s Napa Valley, she’s caught in his gaze. Though, neither one speaks, for a moment the rest of the world falls away, and she sends him a smile.

She sees him again.

Back home in England. Is it the same man? In the middle of a crowded wine fair, she spots him. A smile of recognition, but no words exchanged. She shakes it off, the same line of business, the same events, it’s a small world.

The third is no coincidence.

She’s running a private tasting and in walks her mystery man, dressed in a fine suit. What does she really know about him other than they share a love of wine? She’s intrigued, even more so when she discovers he has sought her out. When he invites her to a private session in a wine cellar, deep underneath a castle, she begins to uncover his secrets.

Saffron surrenders her body and embarks on an indulgent journey with the attractive sommelier, Gideon. As a wine taster, Saffron continually uses her senses to carve out a successful career, driving her to the peak of her profession. However, when Gideon leads her on an erotic adventure fueled by passion and self-discovery, she’s startled to learn that she’s been living her life ignorant of sensory pleasures that require other talents, ones she’d never explored with her previous, disastrous lover. That man, who envies her success, is waiting to strike back and destroy everything she has achieved.


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Exploring the world of BDSM and romantic kinky lifestyles has been a passion of Jaye Peaches – to portray the desires beyond the erotic sexual encounters and unearth the personalities that lie beneath. Having written short stories and read many books, she issued a challenge to herself and decided to write her own novels of Domination and submission.

When not writing, Jaye is busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.


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Jaye Peaches visits!

I am very excited to have Jaye Peaches visiting me today with an excerpt from her hot new story, Perfect Notes.  Here she is! 🙂


Hi Katherine, thanks for hosting me today. I’ve brought along my latest release, Perfect Notes, a tale of passionate love and music making between a dominant man and his pupil. Music is supposed to be the food of love – and for my two musicians, Callie and Stefan, it certainly proved successful in initiating some hot, unexpected sex. Now that Callie is cooling off in the shower, the doubts creep in about his intentions towards her.



No more seduction by music. We had to talk.

I switched off the shower, draped a bath sheet about my shoulders and stepped into the bedroom.

My clothes had gone.

I’d collected them off the living room floor and laid them on the bed. He’d moved them. I hunted about, expecting to see them on the floor or on a chair. I flung open the closet, a cavernous wardrobe filled with all manner of clothing from casual to formal tuxedo, but not my clothes. A bathrobe hung on the back of the en-suite door, and I hurriedly put it on before charging out of the room.

“Stefan,” I shouted from the top of the spiral staircase. “Where are my clothes?”

On the other side of the vast studio, beavering away in his kitchen lining up pans on the stove and plates on the worktop, was Stefan, clothed in his polo shirt and black jeans.


He glanced up, switched off the extractor fan in the hood and cupped a hand to his ear. The smirk on his face told me differently. He knew exactly why I was hollering.

I stomped down the staircase and marched across the space, past the piano. With my hands on my hips, I glared at him. “My clothes?”

“Ah. What have I done with them?” He made a pretense of looking around, even opening a kitchen cupboard and poking around in it.

“Ha ha.” I tapped a bare foot on the floor. “Did you think I might run off?”

“Possibly.” He stood. “No regrets? I mean, if you do, fair enough, but don’t lie to me.”

“Lie to you? You hold my clothes hostage and expect me to be honest.”

“True.” He pursed his lips, but his eyes still twinkled with amusement.

“It’s not funny.”

He changed his expression, altered it. The humor vacated and he suddenly understood—I was far from happy at his game. “I see. Look, I’ll get your clothes, and if you want to go after lunch, I’m not going to stop you. However, if you want to stay, play some more, clarinet, whatever, then why put on your clothes again?”

I wagged a finger at him. “You’re dressed.”

“So are you.” He leaned back on the worktop, crossing his ankles nonchalantly.

“It’s a bathrobe.” I shook a lapel.

“By definition, you’re dressed.”

“Are you usually this argumentative?” I snapped.

“Only when somebody argues with me.” His lips curved upward again.

Try as I may, I couldn’t stay angry with him. His face held an expectation of compliance and I caved. I shrugged and spun around. “All right. Feed me and we’ll see.”




Callie is all he desires—the tonic for his dominance. But to fulfill their dreams, she must succumb to his passions.

Amateur clarinetist Callie turns up for an orchestra rehearsal following a six-week absence to find a new conductor in residence—Stefan, a charismatic man with ambitions of being a composer. After he gives her a lift home, he invites her to his house for a practice session. What begins as a music lesson ends with a passionate display of dominance by Stefan.

As their sexual affair blossoms, Callie is increasingly drawn to find out more about her aspiring composer and why he is a potent lover in the bedroom. When she turns up unexpectedly at his house, she is shocked to find him in the company of a naked woman. Horrified to think that he might have betrayed her, she calls an end to their relationship, but persistent Stefan begs for a second chance.

Encouraged by her boss to resolve her feelings toward Stefan, Callie seeks out a friend of his, hoping to understand what drives him to dominate, but the given explanation creates more unresolved issues for Callie. Determined to seek out the truth, she plans to confront Stefan. But by then, he has gone abroad. Callie must make a decision—cash in her savings and follow Stefan, or banish him from her life. If she does the latter, she will never understand the nature of the intense emotions he has awakened within her. Does she dare to love him?


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“Stand up and slip your petticoat down” – Jaye Peaches visits

I have the awesome Jaye Peaches here today with her new brand new erotic historical! It has yummy spanking, BDSM ( mild bondage), anal, birching, romance, and a really cool plot that I can’t wait to sink my teeth into.

Plus, it’s hanging out in two top 100’s on Amazon right now! Want to hear more? Here’s Jaye 🙂


Thank you Katherine for hosting me. I’m revealing a short passage from my latest book, In Enemy Hands. Hester, held captive in her own home by Captain Daniel Hasard, has confessed her true feelings. However, Daniel wants a clean slate before they go any further.


“What’s wrong?” she asked.

He reached up and gathered up loose strands of her hair, sweeping them out of her eyes. “Before we go any further, I need to spank you.”

Hester’s jaw dropped and she went to protest at his suggestion; however, he put his finger on her lips, halting her speech.

“We need to start anew. I’m going to punish you. You’ve played the spy and attempted to escape. After this spanking, we can begin again and you will meet my expectations of good behaviour with renewed vigour.”

Her heart raced and a fresh outburst of nervous shivers flooded her body. No part of her desired to be spanked, to suffer the ignominy of a beating, but something else had been awoken by his demands. “Why?”

“I would make you atone for the trouble you have caused.” Daniel rose up onto his elbows. “I would have you understand, if you wish to leave this room, you must comply with my wishes, my rules. Whatever else happens between us, we cannot lose sight of the fact I am in charge and not you.”

Daniel’s tone conveyed authority and she admired his ability to weaken her resolve. Torn again, between refusing to comply with his intended punishment and the wish to be something more to him, more than anything she’d been in her life with any other person—she held her breath, weighing up the emotions battling in her mind.

He slid his finger down her chin, following the contour of her neckline before stopping at her bodice and pinched the lacing with a finger and thumb, giving it a tug. “Take off your clothes.”

She leapt backwards, almost falling off the bed, and she clutched at her laces. “I… I’ve never been undressed before a man. You can’t expect me to reveal my flesh to you. I’m a maiden!”

Daniel sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. With lightning reflexes, he snatched hold of her stray hand, capturing it between his larger ones. “Don’t be afraid, Hester.” He spoke softly, rubbing his palm back and forth over her knuckles. “If we are to move on, build trust, you must do this for me. I will see you bared. I insist.”

“Why?” She didn’t attempt to retrieve her stolen hand.

“It is what I desire. I can feel your soft skin under my hand, caress it, and when I raise my hand to spank you, I will see your paleness turn blushing pink. Then I will know when you have taken all you can.”

“That is all?”

“If that is all you wish, yes.”

What she wished? She pictured his hand on her naked flesh, the heavy weight of his palm moulding about her globe, fitting around it like a glove. She snatched an eager breath and the heat in her neck rose high into her cheekbones. He had spanked her before on her bare bottom in the dim light of dusk, forcing her over his lap and holding her down. A rough, inelegant act of discipline. What he described now, the words he chose, made her flush with excitement. Did she want more from him? What else would he do to her if she said yes?

She pulled at her laces without thinking, unthreading the bindings and drawing apart the bodice. Her breasts, even without the ribbing of the bodice, remained firm and prominent. Each passing second made her breathing faster and louder, and the nervous energy harder to contain. Uncertainty crept over her—what happened next?

“Go on,” he said as if to read her thoughts. “Stand up and slip your petticoat down.”



When the rest of her household flees the family estate during the English Civil War, Hester Cavell, a proud Royalist supporter, stays behind hoping to protect her home. Unfortunately for Hester, she quickly finds that she is no match for a troop of Parliamentarian dragoons, led by Captain Daniel Hasard. Once the dragoons take control of her house, Daniel lets Hester stay with her servants, but he warns her that he will punish her severely if she causes any trouble.

Despite Daniel’s warning, it isn’t long before Hester risks her safety and attempts to sabotage his troops, earning her a long, hard switching on her bare bottom. But as the weeks pass, she begins to realize that the man behind the enemy uniform is loving, intelligent, and kind, and she can’t help but grow more and more attracted to him. Daniel returns Hester’s affection, and while they remain enemies by day to protect her reputation, they soon become passionate lovers by night.

Not wanting the servants to guess at their games, Hester continues to make a pretence at mischief, and Daniel continues to punish her sternly. But when a servant at last finds out the truth of their relationship, will it bring an end to their newfound romance, or will Daniel cast aside politics and allegiances and ask for her hand in marriage?


Publisher’s Note: In Enemy Hands is an erotic 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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