Mar 28, 2017 | Teaser Tuesday
Ava Sinclair and I share a special, and mildly obsessive, love of Amanda Palmer’s music (and Neil Gaiman’s writing) and we stumbled on this fact a few months ago and have since had our random little fangirling sessions together over messenger. WHICH IS WHY when I saw she had a hot new release I knew I had to share it with all of you, because not only is it sexy, but Ava ‘Victoria’ Sinclair is also a kickass person too!
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Alpha Daddy
When alpha wolf Lakota Longtree sees a grizzly stalking a young woman in the Alaskan wilderness, he intervenes just in time. But the beast is no ordinary bear. He is a shifter of a different clan, an ancient enemy of Lakota’s people, and Bear will not be satisfied until he has tracked down and killed the woman he perceives as a threat. Lakota’s only choice is to make her a member of his pack, but that will mean teaching the headstrong girl that an alpha expects to be obeyed.
Biologist Carly Fowler has never put much stock in myths and legends, but after the ruggedly handsome man who so recently saved her life transforms into a wolf before her eyes, she is forced to accept that what he says is true. There is a terrifying creature hunting her and Lakota and his pack can keep her safe, but that will mean submitting to a stern, dominant alpha who will not hesitate to soundly punish her any time he feels it necessary.
Lakota gives Carly no time to ponder her situation, nor does he give her a choice in the matter. She will live with him until he is sure she is no longer in danger, and during that time she will do as she is told or face the consequences. It isn’t long before Carly’s defiant attitude earns her a painful, embarrassing spanking over Lakota’s knee, but despite her fury at being punished in such a fashion she cannot help yearning for him to take her hard and thoroughly.
Over the coming days, Lakota takes on the role of Carly’s firm but loving daddy, providing the structure and discipline she requires to adjust to her new life. Soon enough, however, his need for her becomes overwhelming, and he claims her as his mate, mastering her more completely than she would have ever thought possible. But will her presence end up tearing his pack apart?
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Teaser
He raised his arm and brought the switch down hard, and Carly howled as the blow left a burning line of pain in its wake. Lakota kept a hand on the small of her back, holding her easily in place. Carly’s position on the rock had her leaning slightly forward, and as the switch painted welt after welt on her nates, Carly began to kick wildly in an effort to get free. The sight of her plump sex between her legs was almost more than Lakota could stand, and even though she was sobbing for mercy, his heightened senses picked up the heady pheromones which told him that part of her was responding sexually to his correction.
There were nearly a dozen thin welts crisscrossing her bottom now, and he added one more for good measure before tossing the switch away and pulling her to standing. Lakota sat on the rock as he forced her to face him, waiting for Carly’s wails to subside before addressing her.
“That’s why you do as your told,” he said, pointing in the direction the bear had run. “You know better, Carly. So why don’t you tell me why you ran? Do you like putting yourself in danger?” He paused, gently pushing his fingers between her thighs. “Or was part of you hoping I’d stop you?”
“That’s ridiculous!” She spat the words through her tears, angrily wiping away tears with the back with one hand as she rubbed her welted bottom with the other.
“Is it?” he asked. He took hold of her shoulders and locked his gaze onto hers. “I don’t have to touch a woman to tell when she’s sexually excited.”
His words seemed to shock her into momentary silence. “That’s a hell of a thing to say from a man who considers himself a father figure.”
“Well, maybe that’s because we comprehend two different things in the term,” he said. “As leader, I consider myself a father figure to the whole pack. And a pack leader can mate with a female he protects.”
The presence of pheromones in the air was heavier now.
“If you think I want you in that way…” she said, but her voice was quavering, and her skin was flushed, and then her eyes widened as his fingers moved between her legs to reveal what she’d been trying to hide even from herself.
“You’re wet, Carly,” he said. “You want me. Admit it. You want me as much as I want you.” He paused. “I wanted you from the moment I saved you from Bear. I’ll fight any beast that tries to claim you. But I fear I cannot fight the one that longs to claim your body.”
It surprised him to find she kept herself shaved, and now as he slipped first one finger, then two, past the slick folds of her inner flower, her body seemed to draw him in, and she moaned as he probed her tight, hot pussy. Carly was whimpering as her hips followed the motion of his hand, even as she buried her face in his chest and fisted his shirt.
“No. No. No,” she said. “This is wrong.”
“It’s not wrong,” he said. “I am your kind. Even if you do not have the gift, we are drawn to one another. I am made for you, Carly. You are made for me. It was meant for us to get together, my little one. I was meant to guide you, to protect you, both as a father figure and as your lover.”
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WOWZA. Shifters + sexy alphas + kink? You know you’re going to want to 1-click this one, lovelies!
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Ava Sinclair is a #1 Amazon bestselling author of erotic romance, including Big Beautiful Little, Bride of the Trogarians and Her Highland Guardian. She caters to readers who enjoy smart writing and stories that offer engaging plot with just the right amount of steam.
Mar 21, 2017 | Teaser Tuesday |
I totally meant to post this exciting new release from Katherine Deane last week (because I helped her celebrate!) but I totally flaked out. Trust me though, this is a HOT book and I know you’re going to enjoy it. ^_^
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Undercover Daddy
Twenty-five-year-old Alex Makowski wants nothing more than to live up to her father’s legacy on the police force, but when she bungles a major drug bust she ends up placed on administrative leave. Her chance to redeem herself comes in the form of an assignment working alongside Sergeant Connor Doyle, her father’s former partner and protégé.
Some of the contestants in a kink-themed charity pageant have been receiving ominous messages, and Connor and Alex have been tasked with going undercover at the event. He will be her daddy dom, and they will need to do whatever is necessary to play the part convincingly.
Connor jumps at the opportunity to take Alex in hand, and soon enough she is blushing crimson as her bare bottom is soundly spanked. But when the punishment is over she is left aching for his touch, and before she knows it she is writhing in ecstasy as her stern, sexy daddy brings her to a shattering climax over his knee.
Alex and Connor find themselves slipping naturally into their roles as their investigation gets underway, and when he takes her in his arms and shows her how a dominant man makes love to a woman, their passion is more intense than she ever thought possible. But when the mission puts both of their lives at risk, will their newfound romance survive?
Publisher’s Note: Undercover Daddy includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Teaser
“Um, if you’re going to spank me again, please don’t. I already went through two pairs of panties just getting ready for this thing,” she said.
“Naughty girl.” He chuckled. “I’ll save the rest of tonight’s spankings for when you act like you need it. Do you want Daddy to spank your naughty, little bottom in front of a room full of people?”
Her sudden intake of breath hissed and her cheeks reddened even more.
“How about if I take your bloomers down and punish you for making us late? I’ll take your lollipop away and tell you how disappointed I am in your behavior.”
She whimpered as he towered above her. God, he loved playing with this woman.
“I’ll spank your bare bottom right there until you beg your Daddy to have mercy. All those people watching you struggle and fight over my lap. Watching your cheeks redden by my hard hand. Listening to the smacks echo throughout the room. Do you want that, baby girl?”
“Oh.” Her breathing was rapid, and her chest fell and rose faster than he had ever seen it.
He had never pegged her as the exhibitionist type, but after this reaction he was willing to explore a little more.
“Dang it, Connor.” She grimaced and shook her head. “Now I need to go change my undies again. Stop doing that to me.”
He held up a finger, stopping her in her tracks, her eyes widening when she saw the gleam in his. “Give them to me.”
SO HOT……..and here’s one more teaser because I just can’t resist!
“Are you going to do what I think you are?” He didn’t know whether he was more offended by the thought or turned on.
“If you mean, am I going to go grab my bullet vibe, play with my clit for up to a minute and a half and see how quickly I can orgasm, then yes. It’s in my bag in the bathroom.”
“Like hell you are, little girl. I not only find that extremely offensive, but I also find it really, really offensive. I’m right here.”
“Beat two minutes, and I’ll give you twenty bucks.”
“Ninety seconds and you’ll owe me a favor later,” he growled.
She looked at her watch. “Your time starts in three, two, oof!”
He threw her down on the bed and wasted no time pulling her skirt up. Having no panties on saved a few seconds. He brought his hand crashing down, hard onto the center of her pale cheeks, setting a punishing pace. “I can’t believe you were going to masturbate when I’m right here.” He spanked her hard and steady and she moaned as she ground her pelvis into the bed. “Oh no, little brat. You don’t get to stroke yourself. That’s my job.”
He flipped her over onto her back, pulled her legs up in the air, and smacked the entire section of her ass down to her thighs, even making contact with her engorged pussy a few times. “You want to top from the bottom, baby. Daddy’s going to make you scream.”
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Unnnfffff, so hot! I’m not even into the Daddy Dom stuff, but the way Katherine Deane writes just makes me all kinds of hot and bothered!! You gotta 1-click this now!
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USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart.
She loves cheese, red wine, chocolate, and snuggling up with her daughters’ kittens while reading a good book.
When not reading, or writing, you can find her knitting, sewing, crafting, or doing pretty much anything to keep her hands busy. She has taken over the dining room AKA craft room, much to her husband’s dismay. In one of her books, an energetic “craftaholic” would find herself over her husband’s knee for losing an important document in a pile of bi-cone crystals and mod podge. Her real life, and the people in them, give her plenty of ideas to work with.
Katherine has dubbed herself the queen of cheese. Not only is she a former Midwestern Cheese Head; she also loves to incorporate it into her books.
In her opinion, all romance deserves at least one cheesy scene that makes you cry.
Mar 7, 2017 | Teaser Tuesday
Alta Hensley is absolutely fantastic and I adore her for the way she has fallen in love with the dark side, because I feel like this is what she was meant to do! When I heard she was releasing a book called ‘Delicate Scars’ I immediately perked up and I think you will too when you read this sneak peek!
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Delicate Scars
Is it possible to pick that one defining moment in life that fucked you up? Can anyone look back on their life and pinpoint the exact minute it happened? I used to believe that I wasn’t fucked up. I had absolutely no reason to be.
Until I met him.
Axel Rye.
Yes.
He fucked me up.
He really fucked me up.
It all started so simply. I only wanted to write a book about the dark, gritty world of nightclubs, booze, drugs, and sex. I didn’t expect to be sucked in to the point where I could no longer see the light. But I became weak. Axel Rye made me weak.
He was wrong in every way. He was a drug dealer, a criminal, and someone your parents told you to stay away from. Yet, he became my drug, and I shook in need until my next fix.
I was delicate.
He was scarred.
But together…together we became delicate scars.
NOTE: this book is a greatly revised version of a previously released book no longer available titled Ruby Rose.
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Teaser
I wasn’t in the mood to be at Wicked or any club at all. It was the second time this week for this club, but the fourth time being out on a request by owner. Even the line of coke I snorted before entering the club wasn’t helping my mood of feeling forced like a god damned prisoner to be there. Request by owner meant I got paid for even walking through the doors. Treated like fucking royalty all because I walked on the dark side and played the sick game. I only mingled, shook hands and gave false hugs to strangers because I got paid to do it.
I got paid a lot.
Unlike my father who was famous for his music, I was famous for one thing: I was a drug dealer. Always having a constant supply of good shit caused me to be in high demand at every bar, club, and trendy restaurant in town. What once used to be very secretive, behind-closed-doors, and hush-hush had recently become very visible. There was no secret I dealt. After my last arrest and the media circus around my hearing, when it came to trendy drugs for the rich, the famous, and the cool kids, I was seen as the face of it. Media took hold of the idea, and the rest spiraled out of control. Being a bad boy was hot, and I was about as bad as they got right now. It was fucking nuts.
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I know I want to know more about Axel Rye, and I’m sure you do too! Don’t miss your chance to snag a copy because it’s OUT TODAY!
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Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling erotic romance author who has had #1 top-selling books in dark, contemporary, BDSM, erotic science fiction, humor, suspense and historical. She writes the hot, dark, and dirty romance.
Being a multi-published author in the romance genre, Alta is known for her dark, gritty alpha heroes, sometimes sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission.
Feb 21, 2017 | Teaser Tuesday
I’m excited to get to bring you all this light-hearted romance boxset from some wonderful authors in the genre. ‘Sweet Town Love’ features twelve stories from twelve USA Today and other bestselling authors. If you want a little pick me up, this is going to be just the thing to warm your hearts! I even have extra special teasers from Maggie Ryan and Paige Parsons to share!
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Sweet Town Love
This collection of a dozen wonderfully sweet love stories from USA Today and bestselling romance authors will warm your heart. Each book in this anthology will take you on a journey that reminds you how it feels to take the chance, and how sweet it is to fall in love with the one person who makes your heart flutter. Whether it’s a firefighter who enjoys cooking, a doctor who loves his family, a small town sheriff, a reunion between high school lovers, a second chance to make things right, a man determined to pull a woman from her survival guilt, a chemo-nurse who knows healing takes more than medicine, or a man determined to help a new neighbor feel welcome, every single tale will show these men loving and guiding the women they adore to their very own happy ever after. This is a perfect collection to curl up with… and celebrate the love in our lives.
Sweet Town Love is comprised of the following original novellas:
THE WRIGHT RECIPE by Maggie Ryan
ON THIN ICE by Stevie MacFarlane
FINDING SYDNEY by Adrienne Blake
I BELONG HERE by Misty Malone
ALWAYS YOU by Anna Kristell
LOVE TASK by Vanessa Brooks
SOCK IT TO ME by Rayanna Jamison
MID-WINTER MELT DOWN by Beth Bennett
MOMENTS by Paige Parsons
PIPER IN A PICKLE by Chula Stone
THE ART OF LOVE by Alyssa Bailey
PANTIES ARE NOT OPTIONAL by Georgia St. Claire
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Teaser from ‘The Wright Recipe’ by Maggie Ryan
On Sunday morning, Max woke up to a rather chirpy call of “Good morning, birthday boy” as Cara waltzed into his bedroom. Pushing up to sit against the headboard, he grinned as she set a tray across his knees.
“Thank you,” he said, giving her a kiss when she bent down. “The food looks great but you are the only present I need.”
“Really?” she asked. “So I should call the grill and inform them that Chef Wright is not going to show? Or I could always step in and show off my slicing and dicing skills.”
He chuckled. “I’d much rather you show off your kissing skills.”
“You are the birthday boy,” she teased, cupping his face between her hands and giving him a much deeper kiss.
“You like?” she asked, twirling to allow the soft skirt to swirl about her legs.
“Very much,” Max said, pulling her into his arms. “Forget the grill; you’re sure to be the hottest thing there tonight.”
His kiss had her feeling that her efforts were very worthwhile and it took several minutes before she could get him to focus. “Come on, I’m dying to see you practice.”
“Are you sure you’re not going to be bored?”
“Absolutely not, I’m going to sit there are look up in awe at your incredible cheffy moves.”
“God, you are impossibly cute,” he said.
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Teaser from ‘Moments’ by Paige Parsons
“I know this is outside of your relatively limited taste buds, but you promised.”
“I’ll try it and force myself to keep it down if you promise to take us to Bourbon Street.”
“Absolutely not. We’d be breaking three rules just getting out of the hotel. No. Besides, you’re only sixteen. Neither of you are faking your way into anyplace.”
“Well, it’s where Kasey and I are going tonight, so if you don’t want us wandering around down there alone I think you better agree and scoop up a spoonful of that, minus the weird vegetable.”
“Okra isn’t a weird vegetable, and you and Kasey will be where I can keep an eye on you, and that won’t be Bourbon Street. You can pick anything else that doesn’t include old dudes groping and underage drinking and I’ll be happy to escort you.”
“How did I end up with the only boy scout for a best friend? Hot on the outside and a stick in the mud on the inside.”
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Not only are these some warm romances, with happily-ever-afters guaranteed, but I think most (if not all) of them include a dose of spanking and domestic discipline! Curious? Make sure you hurry and grab a copy!
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USA Today Bestselling Author, #1 International Best Selling Author in Victorian/Historical, Contemporary and Western Erotic Romance, and Multi-award Winning Author! Maggie Ryan is pretty amazing.
Fantasy is a world that offers endless possibilities. Whether you travel back in time to when the plains were open, take a journey to the cobblestone streets of London, take a stroll along the beach or walk through the streets of some foreign country, every letter of every word offers infinite possibilities. I love to write stories that take a reader on a journey, one they can disappear into and experience what might have been or what is to come. I never try to restrict myself to any one genre because there are just too many delicious possibilities out there and inside my head. I hope you will curl up in your favorite chair and take the journey with me. Happy Reading!
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Paige Parsons is a creative Joan of all Trades, with her first love being theatre. Now living and working in Japan, Paige, a native New Yorker, has always loved the world of make believe. Whether reading, writing or performing she loves a good story.
She holds an undergraduate degree in Communications-Broadcast Journalism/English-Creative Writing, a graduate degree in Elementary Education, and is ABD for her doctorate in Education-Brain Research. Having spent the last 25 years collecting stories around the stage as an actress, stage manager, and production manager, it is no surprise that Paige loves to tell stories, read stories, and put stories up on the stage.
Feb 14, 2017 | Teaser Tuesday
It’s Valentine’s Day and I have to say that this book looks like it will be right up my alley, and therefore all of yours. Take one reluctant billionaire, one father intent on getting his hands on all that money, add one sacrificial bride to be, mix in a bit of blackmailed marriage – and you get ‘The Velvet Chair’ by C. P. Mandara. The things she’s dreamed up for this book? I can’t wait to read them.
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The Velvet Chair
My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on.
Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog.
I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle… for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.
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Teaser
Jennifer’s Perspective
My hands were visibly shaking. Flexing my fingers repeatedly, I tried to still the tremors, but they were not to be subdued. It was hardly surprising. Today was the day I walked up the aisle and married… a monster. I was under no illusions that Mark Matthews would forgive me for what had happened, and I could hardly blame him. He’d been manipulated and sexually tortured until he could take no more, and then he’d been neatly cornered. He might have agreed to my father’s demands, but he’d come snapping and biting, feral as a wolf.
I sighed. Today was supposed to be a magical day – every little girl’s fantasy. A gigantic cathedral, a sea of flowers, a big fancy dress, and the man of my dreams. I’d imagined it would be filled with tears of happiness and protestations of love. How stupid was I?
Inhaling a shaky breath, I wondered what Mark would do with me. Having always been the sacrificial lamb in this family, today I was being sent off to the slaughterhouse. When I’d mentioned this to Michael, I’d refused to call him ‘Dad’ a long time ago, he’d laughed and told me to stop being so melodramatic. As if that made me feel any better. Dear old Dad couldn’t care less whether I lived or died, so I didn’t waste my breath trying to plead with him. All I had to do was play my part in this charade and he would be happy. I needed to keep Michael happy at all costs. The trouble was, in order to play my part, Matthews had to trust me, and I had a feeling that trying to coax that emotion out of him was going to be almost as impossible as trying to convince the Queen of England to relinquish her throne. Matthews wasn’t the sort to trust easily, and now that I had lost what little ground I had gained with him, I would be back to square one. Wrong, I thought grimly. I was going to be at least twenty stories below square one, trying to claw my way out with nothing more than my bare fingernails. Facing up to facts, I stifled a sob. The man was going to annihilate me.
Mark’s Perspective
As we pulled out of the Savoy’s car park, Jennifer was a mess. I had little sympathy for her. Each heartbeat that tore through my chest was full of fire, which spat sparks and burned like acid. I was sitting next to a traitor. My body throbbed with emotion, and not the good kind.
I had to admit the dress she’d changed into, just a tiny part of the massive trousseau that was now being shipped to my estate, was rather distracting. It was designed in a glistening oyster silk that caught the light every time she moved. It was seductive enough without the two splits that ran up the side of her thighs, and when she’d seated herself in my car, revealing a vast expanse of soft creamy flesh, my blood pressure had taken a direct hit.
My temper was already simmering in a large saucepan full of resentment, but that turned up the heat considerably. I did not want to be attracted to Redcliff’s daughter. I wanted to abhor her with all that was holy. Desire would weaken my anger, and that must not be allowed to happen. I needed to have a stern talk with my overactive libido and let it know who was boss around these parts.
Little did Miss Redcliff know, but she wouldn’t be requiring clothes for the duration of her stay. I would thoughtfully be providing her with all sorts of novel uniforms, and when she began to bore me, she could just go around naked. I’d decided to train her up to be a sex slave extraordinaire, and it was going to be an exacting and rigorous process. She’d be allowed six hours of sleep a day, and the rest of her hours would be accounted for. Cooking, cleaning, ironing, servicing me, pleasing me, attending to her own personal fitness regime, and some more ‘standard’ training sessions.
Failure to comply with her new routine would produce punishments the likes of which she had never experienced. After her first misdemeanour had been dealt with, I didn’t think there would be many more. I was in bastard-mode, and the girl was going to know about it. She had just become my property and I would deal with her however I saw fit. The mark of my ownership would be indelibly printed on her soul by the time I’d finished with her. The damn woman was going to fear the sound of my footsteps, her body would shrink away from me every time I approached her and she would learn to obey my every whisper or suffer the consequences.
My lawyer had already drawn up two sets of papers, one for an annulment and the others pertained to our divorce. It would probably take all the fun out of the arrangement if Jennifer opted for an annulment, so I didn’t intend to scare her witless in the first few days, but I fully expected the divorce papers to be completed inside of a week. I just needed to push the woman to her absolute limit, and then smash her body into the next dimension. If there was one thing I was good at, it was psychological and physical torture. Okay, so that might be two things. In any case, I’d get those papers signed, sealed, and delivered back to Michael Redcliff before the week was out. Piece of cake.
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Oh. My. Heavens. You know that I’m already downloading this, right? Right. Of course you do, there’s way too much promise here!
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ALSO! She’s doing a giveaway to celebrate, so make sure you enter that: http://christinamandara.com/giveaways/the-velvet-chair-giveaway-win-a-30-amazon-gc-or-sexy-goodie-bag/
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Christina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is traveling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good.
In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.
She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.
Feb 7, 2017 | Teaser Tuesday
Okay, lovelies, it’s time to rally around one of our own and give some stellar support to my amazing author friend, my ‘Step Brothers’ quoting amazing Nighthawk, Sara Fields. You may or may not be aware that Amazon has what we in the erotic romance community call the “erotica dungeon”. Basically, what this means is that if Amazon decides to toss your book in the dungeon then your book will not show up in search results. Ever. So, unless someone is directly clicking a link to the book they won’t find it. Amazon even hides the book from the Amazon author page. It forces readers to click a very, very tiny link that says “show adult titles” or something like that for them to find it. It’s ridiculous and is basically death-to-sales for any book they do this to. And, unfortunately, this happened to Sara Fields’ book ‘Claimed by the Savages’. Her publisher rallied to support her and has taken the other book down, rewritten the blurb, renamed it, and done a new cover. It is the same book as before, but now people can actually find it again.
What does this mean? ‘Wedded to the Warriors’ is just as awesome as it was when it was ‘Claimed by the Savages’ and if you read the previously titled version it would help her out a lot if you could go and add a review to the new book on how you feel about it, because she obviously lost all of her reviews / rankings / etc when they had to rebrand the book. No matter what though, let’s show her some author-to-author love and share the hell out of this! She selflessly promotes other authors, and now she needs a little withdrawal from the karma bank, and I think we can do that, lovelies, don’t you?
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Wedded to the Warriors
As an unauthorized third child, nineteen-year-old Aimee Harrington has spent her life avoiding discovery by government authorities, but her world comes crashing down around her after she is caught stealing a vehicle in an act of petulant rebellion. Within hours of her arrest, she is escorted onto a ship bound for a detention center in the far reaches of the solar system.
This facility is no ordinary prison, however. It is a training center for future brides, and once Aimee has been properly prepared, she will be intimately, shamefully examined and then sold to an alien male in need of a mate. Worse still, Aimee’s defiant attitude quickly earns her the wrath of the strict warden, and to make an example of her, Aimee is offered as a wife not to a sophisticated gentleman but to three huge, fiercely dominant warriors of the planet Ollorin.
Though Ollorin males are considered savages on Earth, Aimee soon realizes that while her new mates will demand her obedience and will not hesitate to spank her soundly if her behavior warrants it, they will also cherish and protect her in a way she has never experienced before. But when the time comes for her men to master her completely, will she find herself begging for more as her beautiful body is claimed hard and thoroughly by all three of them at once?
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Teaser
Moist desire pooled between her legs, trickling down her thighs and she groaned as she unsuccessfully tried to squeeze her limbs together. Her chest heaved with arousal and their lips began to brush against the tiny hairs of her skin, igniting shivers throughout her body. Two of them kissed either side of her neck and the third began to caress her breasts, heavy and tight with her lust. Her nipples pebbled at his attention, hardening painfully as he took one and then the other in his mouth. Tongues swirled across her flesh and she arched into them. Hands stroked her aching buds, squeezing and pinching her nipples, while yet another grazed her neck and pushed up into her long dark locks. His fist tightened, pulling her hair back painfully, but she moaned at the feeling as electric desire shot straight to the bundle of nerves between her legs, already desperate for their attention.
The first voice that spoke was soft, almost sweet, making her yearn to please him in whatever way he demanded of her.
“I heard you were a bad little girl, kitten. And that means you’re going to be spending some quality time over my knee getting your bottom spanked until I decide you’ve learned your lesson.”
She moaned out loud, imagining her naked body lying over his thighs, his heavy palm spanking her bottom cheeks red for her disobedient behavior. Another voice whispered in her ear, this one gruffer, expectant of her immediate obedience.
“I told you to get on your knees and suck your men’s cocks and you failed to obey me. Instead, you’re going to get spanked by me too, only I’m going to use my leather belt on your naughty backside to teach you to never hesitate when I give you a command again.”
Her bottom tingled in anticipation of his leather lash and she whined with need for it. Her hips rocked, almost as if his punishment was already about to descend on her quivering, trembling cheeks. A third voice met her ears, low and sensual, yet full of confident promise. Her pussy ached to be filled by all three of them, one after another and she moaned, all her senses heightened to such a state that she didn’t know how much more she could handle without combusting in a never- ending orgasm.
“You denied me access to your body, gorgeous. I cannot condone such naughty behavior. I’m going to stretch that naughty bottom of yours nice and wide, then fill it with my cock. I’ll make you beg for me by the time I’m finished with you,” the third voice whispered into her ear.
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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.
