Oh, snap, lovelies. I almost forgot to get this posted because I’m a crazy person lately, but I *HAD* to tell you all about my girl Zoe Blake’s latest dirty naughty and oh so evil release ‘Papa’s Prey’. Zoe writes the wickedest regency-era ageplay, and if you’re anything like me you read that last part and did a little “WTF?” face, but I swear she kills it. Just check it out!

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Papa’s Prey

She was his. His Property. His Possession… His.

Trapped in a world of dark decadence, the innocent Corinne is now bound to obey her new husband’s every depraved desire. She is his little doll, to be played with and punished as he pleases. Every night she is brought to his chamber after being dressed by her nanny at his command. Each night is different. Will she be a baby doll? A kitten? Something more sinful?

She is his little captured bird. Will she fly away and escape or learn to love her gilded cage?

Warning. This is a dark daddy dom historical romance. There are no cuddles or caresses in this hero’s castle. If the heroine’s cry in the night will shock and disturb you, then please do not purchase this book.

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Teaser

He was here. The dark lord. The one who had spanked her as she was draped helplessly over the altar.

Her husband.

“Why?” she asked. Her voice hoarse from sleep and tears.

“Because I wanted you,” he answered simply.

“But…but I’ve never met you. Not really. How could you love me?”

Lucian chuckled. “You are a treasure, my doll. Who said anything about love?”

Corinne bit her lip in confusion. “You married me! If not for love, then…why?”

“I have already told you. Because I wanted you, and what I want, I take. From the moment I saw you walking alone on the moors two years ago, a fairy sprite with your white blonde hair and fair limbs, I knew I would possess you. Must possess you.”

Dawn was breaking. Golden streaks of light peeked through the lace curtains which covered the small glass windows of the coach. If he’d seemed ominous in the poor light of a moonlit chapel, the effect was even more powerful in daylight. In the chapel he’d seemed somehow an indistinct form, a haze of power and leashed energy. Now, every nuance of his face. Each sharp angle. Each sardonic quirk of his mouth. The calculating gleam in his eye. All was distressingly on display. Despite the warmth of the furs, Corinne shivered. Continuing her silent perusal as the damning impact of his words sunk in, she could not help but stare at his hands. Large, tanned. The knuckles of his right hand showing the faint spidery outline of several scars. From a fight no doubt. His left bore the heavy signet ring. At this very moment, she felt like the flower, being crushed in the talons of the mighty Lord Talon.

Under no illusion this would be a true marriage, Corinne licked her dry lips before venturing to ask, “What are you going to do with me?”

“How beautiful you look with your pale cheeks and wide frightened eyes,” he observed. “Beautiful…as was watching my handprints blossoming into perfect red impressions on your other pale cheeks when I spanked you over the altar.”

His blatant description had her face heating with shame. When he shifted forward, Corinne instinctively shrunk back further into the welcoming folds of the fur blanket.

A flash of warning crossed his face. Already learning, Corinne lowered her head and once again sat forward.

Lucian reached out to grasp one perfect thick curl to run his hand down the heavy, silken length, both of them watching it unfurl against his palm. He gave it a fierce tug, wrenching Corinne forward till her body leaned over the small space which divided them.

“You will remain my perfect little doll. An enjoyable plaything made solely for my pleasure,” he whispered against her open mouth. “I shall keep you as a child, entirely dependent on me. Every piece of fabric that caresses your body. Every morsel of food which crosses your lips. The very air you breathe. You will owe everything to me and you will repay me with complete obedience. I will see to it that your every waking thought is in giving pleasure to me.”

Corinne’s eyes filled with tears. “Please, sir. I know nothing about giving pleasure to a man. I can be of no use to you. Please just let me go. I will return to the convent!”

“No. You are mine and mine you will stay. I shall teach you how to please me. How about we begin this very moment?”

Releasing her hair, he sat back into the plush leather seat. His broad shoulders and chest seemed even more commanding in the confined space. Corinne watched as he slowly opened his bent legs wide. Snatching a brocade pillow from the corner of the seat, he placed it between his feet.

“Kneel before me.”

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Tempted, aren’t you? It’s okay, no one will know you rushed out to 1-click it as soon as possible. I met Zoe when we worked on The Dark Forest together, and fell in love with her books (and her) when we started to chat and hang out. Meeting her in person was EVEN BETTER because she’s just as wickedly wonderful in person as she is online. Trust me, this will be a book you won’t forget, and you don’t want to miss your chance to snag a copy!

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I am so thrilled to bring you guys a snippet from Cari Silverwood’s latest release in ‘The Machinery of Desire’ series, and I have to tell you lovelies just how much I adore her books. They’re always so hot, in a vicious way, and the world of the Mekkers (the people who rule this world) are SO GOOD. I wish I could just crawl into her mind sometimes. I was lucky enough to get to read ‘Claimed Possession’ and I wrote an editorial review for her, just check it out:

“Following up a truly spectacular book that introduced us to the world of the Mekkers, Silverwood brings us a different point of view with ‘Claimed Possession’ that takes you on a whirlwind and sexy escapade through this universe. You’ll be gasping and screaming through the last third, and totally grateful you went on the ride! 5-stars through and through!” – Jennifer Bene, USA Today bestselling author

There’s a hot sneak peek down below, and then you can go ahead and grab a copy for yourself!

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Claimed Possession (Machinery of Desire Book 2)

When she first meets Sawyer, her fear of him makes Aribelle do something foolish – she orders her men to cut off his balls. This is not an auspicious beginning.

In spite of her castration notions, when a Scav warband comes calling he saves her life. Ex-special forces, calculating, and slow to anger, Sawyer is also slow to cool down. Aribelle has definitely riled him.

His plan: to rise above slavery, to become a big man in this strange new world, and to find his sister, Fern.

As for Aribelle, she owes him and he intends to cash in the debt. She’s his, no matter how she much she wriggles and squirms.

With war brewing, with a JI-mech almost dying at his feet, and with a girl to claim, things are about to get interesting for this one human man in a world of warriors, mechlings, and the landships of the Swathe.

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Teaser

Minutes earlier, he’d have thrashed her with a branch torn from a tree, not a soft belt. His anger had been driving him to administer extreme punishment.

Only, yeah, she was actually his.

That new fact turned things the wrong way up.

His words: never owned anyone echoed right down to his cock. To his morals. To who he had been.

Plus, Sassik was right. Anyone with guts would have done what she did. He’d blow everyone here to pieces if it meant he could escape slavery.

“What are you doing?” She turned her head slightly.

“Quiet,” he snapped. “I’m thinking.”

And with those few words, she was quiet.

Obedience. He smiled. So, his dilemma was what? He knew he did not want to let her go. Damn, he might cry if he had to do that. Saw grinned. On the spot of owning a woman, he was tussling with his outmoded, archaic, and dead-in-the-water conscience.

If not him…someone else would step up. Fuck that.

He’d thought he’d adapted to this place, become jaded and used to people being slaves or dying on a whim.

This was a dog-eat-dog world. Time to become one of the dogs.

After all…and he smiled at his own analogy…only the dogs got to fuck the bitches.

He rose, feeling the wounds awaken, the pain.

Earth morals were for Earth.

He limped to her with the belt still in hand, her belt. He raised it high and placed the loop of over her head, slowly sliding it down, pausing over her eyes, at her nose then moving down until he reached her mouth, where he wriggled it between her lips. “Open.”

He felt the hesitation in her, but he was crowding her from behind with his body, and she was trapped. He could force her mouth open and she knew this.

She could try to resist. It just meant nothing.

When the belt moved under his hand, he saw she’d opened wide enough for the leather to slip between her teeth. So easily, he found himself happy in a quiet triumphant way. The wounds she’d caused him only vindicated his actions.

He tightened the belt, his fist gathering it at the back of her neck, until it pulled into the corners of her mouth. He waited then, listening to the tiny sounds of her trying to breathe around the belt, watching her…all her small movements.

He’d teach her to obey without question.

The things he could do to a girl he owned.

She might not want to be his, but she was.

She might try to knife him, might aim to kill him and escape. He’d overcome, with time and patience and a sensible use of restraints, rewards, and punishments.

One obstacle only, really. He had to break her of this strange power she had over men.

He plastered his bloody palm over her eyes. Belt in mouth, hand over eyes, it only added to her beauty, seeing her this overcome by his force.

“If I’d asked,” he whispered, “Zarr would’ve given me any slave girl. After all I gave him the mech. But I wanted you. You’re going to be like conquering Everest – and I know you don’t know what that means.” Her eyelashes fluttered against his palm, and her mouth worked, but he only held her tighter. “When I’m done with you, you’re going to crawl to me when called. You’re going to suck my cock when I say. You will be my pretty sex doll.”

Her breathing roughened, and she attempted to talk. He chuckled.

“Was that a death threat? Promise? You are so innocent looking with your neat white hair and bouncy tits. You fooled Sassik, but there you were before, trying to obliterate me with a rocket. That I figure gives me permission to do what I want to you. Once I heal, we are going to have some long conversations involving me, you, and things shoved up your asshole.”

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Ohhhhh I loved this story so much, and I know you will too! It’s so damn hot, and clever, and the world is so rich that you can’t help but fall into it. I know you’re going to love it as much as I do, and although I’d highly suggest you read the first book so you better understand the world of the Mekkers, it’s not necessary. Tell me if you read it so we can both fangirl!

Amazon: 1-click it now!

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Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of kinky darkness or sometimes of dark kinkiness (and sometimes fantasy such as the Magience world books), depending on her moods and the amount of time she’s spent staring into the night. When others are writing bad men doing bad things you may find her writing good men who accidentally on purpose fall into the abyss and come out with their morals twisted in knots.

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We all know I love my Nighthawk, Sara Fields, but this book is even more special because she used my Ask Me Anything on cigar service (and some chats with me) to write one of the scenes, and trust me it is a panty-melting book through and through! Just check out the hot teaser below!

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Taming their Pet (Captive Brides Book 3)

When the scheming of her father’s political enemies makes it impossible to continue hiding the fact that she is an unauthorized third child, twenty-year-old Isabella Bedard is sent to a detainment facility in deep space where she will be prepared for her new life as an alien’s bride.

Her situation is made far worse after some ill-advised mischief forces the strict warden to ensure that she is sold as quickly as possible, and before she knows it, Isabella is standing naked before two huge, roughly handsome alien men, helpless and utterly on display for their inspection. More disturbing still, the men make it clear that they are buying her not as a bride, but as a pet.

Zack and Noah have made a career of taming even the most headstrong of females, and they waste no time in teaching their new pet that her absolute obedience will be expected and even the slightest defiance will earn her a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking, along with far more humiliating punishments if her behavior makes it necessary.

Over the coming weeks, Isabella is trained as a pony and as a kitten, and she learns what it means to fully surrender her body to the bold dominance of two men who will not hesitate to claim her in any way they please. But though she cannot deny her helpless arousal at being so thoroughly mastered, can she truly allow herself to fall in love with men who keep her as a pet?

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Teaser

“Now you must wet it. Use your mouth to dampen both ends,” Noah commanded and her eyes opened wide in surprise. Slowly, she opened her lips and slid the cigar onto her tongue. The flavor was smoky and all-consuming and the scent of it permeated her senses completely. The aroma was sweet, spicy, and woodsy with hints of cedar, honey, and nutmeg. Taking a deep breath, she allowed the decadence of the act to wash over her.

She suckled one end and then the other. Then, she did the same with the second cut cigar. As she did so, she met the eyes of both Zack and Noah and she grew bolder then. They studied her as she pressed the cigar back and forth between her lips. Zack groaned softly and she wiggled a little as desire pumped through her. She could already feel the wetness gathering between her legs, a powerful indicator of just how turned on she was becoming.

“Now, light a match and lightly toast the flat end, pet. Don’t light it, just heat it enough to dry the saliva away on both ends. Then, you must present it to us. Palms flat, hands up high over your head, eyes on the floor,” Noah guided, tracing his fingers up and down her arm. She shivered at the delicate touch.

Zack picked up a long match and lit it, then handed it to her. She was careful, and held the flame close to the end of the cigar, just enough to dry the ends she had just suckled. With a small puff of air, she blew out the match and situated the cigar on the flat of her hands, careful not to touch the ends she had just toasted.

Carefully, she crawled forward and lifted her palms up and over her head, presenting the cigar to Noah first. He took it and placed it between his lips, inspecting her work. He drew a deep breath through it, like he was tasting and testing it. She kept her palms in the air, unsure if she should move yet.

After a long moment, he placed it back in her palm.

“Light it for me, pet. It’s ready. Hold the match to the end and make sure it is completely orange. Then, you’ll have to draw a breath through it to light it. Then, you must present it to me again,” Noah directed her. Zack handed her another lit match and she held the flame directly to the flat end, watching as the cigar began to glow red and then orange as the fibers lit. She breathed softly on the end, before lifting the cigar to her lips. She drew a breath through it and puffed, ensuring it was bright and well-lit before she took it back in her fingers. Then, she put the cigar on the fleshy part of her palm so that the lit end didn’t burn her.

She presented it to Noah once again and he carefully took it from her. She repeated the entire ceremony for Zack next, toasting and presenting it to him for his inspection. Once it was returned to her, she lit it and gave it back to him, all the while on her knees on the floor, as they sat on the couch before her.

Noah took a long drag before leaning forward toward her.

“Arch your back, show me those pretty pink nipples,” he said, his voice dark and powerful. She shivered, yet followed his directions.

He moved the lit end toward her, bathing her in the woodsy smoke. She trembled as it neared her breasts, never touching, but the threat was there. It was hot and her blood boiled with fear, anticipation, and arousal.

“Don’t move, pet,” he warned and she had to concentrate to suppress the shiver that ached to race down her spine. Her chest rose and fell with the exertion of keeping still. Panting, she kept her eyes on the end of Noah’s cigar as he smoked it and then put it back near her breasts. Her nipples felt like they were moments away from catching fire and she couldn’t help but whimper as she yearned for more. They were hard little buds that begged for him to place his lips on them, rather than the cigar.

Licking her lips, she imagined just that. Moaning, she struggled to keep still as her arousal dripped down her thighs. With every minute that passed, more ash was visible on the end, a slow, steady process that both intoxicated and mesmerized her.

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EEEK! I’m so excited she wanted to write about this, and these guys are soooo hot! You’re going to love it, and since each book in this series is a standalone you can dive directly into this one and then go back and read the first ones! ^_^ It’s hot sci-fi menage fun!

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Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about!  Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.

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