Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Felicity Brandon - Submission at the Tower

Submission at The Tower: the Depths of Desire.
Published by: Stormy Night Publications, September 2015.
Contemporary BDSM Romance, Spanking Romance.
#BDSMRomance #SpankingRomance #EroticRomance

I'm happy to have Felicity Brandon visiting today. Dive into her Submission at the Tower.

"This is not a love story. This is the story of the hunger inside of me which must be fed before it consumes me entirely…"

After a chance encounter with a handsome stranger introduces her to The Tower, an institution that trains women in submission, Janie McClusky is irresistibly drawn to the place. But admittance comes at a price, and soon enough Janie is utterly bare and fully on display, blushing crimson as the men at The Tower thoroughly explore her body, bringing her pain, pleasure, and shame as they see fit.

As Janie’s training begins, there is one man among the group who seems to know her own needs better than she does, and before long she finds herself yearning and even begging for his touch. But if she relinquishes control completely to this captivating stranger and allows him to break down her remaining defences, will there be any coming back at all?

Publisher’s Note: Submission at The Tower is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive BDSM content, exhibitionism, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Amazon #1 international best-seller of the salacious, erotic & romantic.
Golden Flogger Finalist 2016, Spanking Romance Reviews runner-up.
#BDSM, #spanking, #submission.
Wicked Pen Writer with Mr. Blackthorne.
18+ My books contain explicit material and scenes of intense D/s sex.

“Now remove those panties,” barks a voice from over my right shoulder.
This order is so much firmer than the previous, it almost takes me by surprise. Instinctively I turn my head to see its owner, but am met by the hard stare of Shaw.
“Now, number sixteen …”
Still unsure which man had made the request I wiggle slowly out of my black satin panties. Moving them down my thighs, I allow them to pool at my feet, before stepping out of them and bending carefully to collect them in my hand. I notice to my shame that the gusset is wet and sticky from my own arousal and I feel my face colour again.
“What have you seen?” asks Shaw, not missing a trick, “bring them here, number sixteen.”
Reluctantly I lower my head and take a small step towards him.
“Not like that!” snaps a voice from behind me – the same one which had ordered the removal of my panties. “Get down on your hands and knees!”
The flush in my face flames at the sound of his command. I suspect my embarrassment is more from being so publicly chastised then from the demand, but nonetheless the effect is the same. I am suddenly a ball of mortification in front of these men – my new masters. I take a deep breath and fall silently to my hands and knees.
As I assume this new, more vulnerable position, the atmosphere in the room changes perceptibly. The air is now charged with palpable energy. The nervous ball of arousal in me drives me on and I arch my back shamelessly, pushing my ass and wet pussy out for everyone behind me to see. I am no longer particularly young and even though I work to keep myself in shape, I am still wrecked with the type of body insecurities that plague most people. Strangely in this most exposed of moments, I feel powerful, even in my submission. I know that every pair of eyes is on me, every pair of hands wants to touch me and every cock is straining to fuck me. The result is the most incredible feeling of wanton depravity I have ever experienced.
I glance up at Shaw. I can clearly see his hard length visible through his pin-stripe trousers. The desire to take it in the mouth and taste him is strong and yet the desire to submit to his will is even more powerful. Without being told I dip my head to my right hand and pick up my panties in my teeth. A low hum of appreciation rattles around the circle. Then, panties hanging from my mouth, I crawl as seductively as I can across to where Shaw is waiting.
Two things strike me. The first is how much harder it is to crawl with grace than I’d imagined. The unforgiving wood under my knees cuts into my skin, making each movement a temporary agony and the progress feel awkward and clumsy. I hope in vain that it looks lither then it feels, and yet somehow I doubt it… As I move drawing in deep breaths through my nose, the second thing becomes apparent. The smell of my own arousal fills my senses. The panties in my teeth seem to radiate it. I’m sure that everyone else in the room can also get the scent. I would no doubt be blushing furiously about this new shame was it not for my already humiliating predicament! And yet this humiliation is exactly what I’ve been craving for so long, my drenched pussy a testament to how much I am enjoying the experience.
As my mind dwells on the depths I have already sunk into since my arrival less than an hour ago, I approach Shaw’s feet and legs. Unsure of how to proceed, but sure that looking up at him is not an acceptable response, I wait on all fours in front of him, like an untrained animal. I squirm at the prospect that he may be making the same comparison.

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Saturday, May 27, 2017

Saturday Spankings - Siblings

Happy Memorial Day weekend, happy Saturday Spanking and happy almost summer! You have come to the right blog hop to fill up your summer reading list. We have snippets galore.  Today I’m pushing my latest, Becoming Family.
Cal has to nearly bully Jenny into coming to a family gathering. There are seven siblings in all and Jenny feels a bit overwhelmed. Relationships between brothers and sisters are foreign to her. When Cal’s seventeen-year-old twin sisters invite her to the house to help she figures it’s time to take the plunge, but she quickly learns that the twins aren’t Cal’s biggest fans.

As soon as they were out of ear shot of the crowd one of then asked, “Are you really dating that big jerk? I bet he’s a barrel of laughs on a date.”
Jenny knew brothers and sisters teased and picked on one another, but this didn’t feel like teasing. The other one, Charlotte she thought, spoke up, “I’m guessing he must be great in bed, because his personality sucks.”
Jenny stopped walking to stare at the twins, “I don’t know if you’re joking or if you’re serious, but I’m in love with Cal and I’m not going to listen to anyone talk shit about him. You understand me?”
Both twins stared at her in shock. “Umm… sorry,” one of them finally said. “We were teasing, sort of. It’s just that he’s such a tight ass.
Jenny turned and walked on to the house, she didn’t need a fight with Cal’s little sisters on their first meeting.

Against overwhelming odds, Jenny and Cal are together and happy. Their love is strong, but before they can become family Jenny needs to learn what that word means. Jenny has no background in the real meaning of "family" but when Cal wants her to meet his and get to know hers, she knows the time has come. The difference in the two families is wide and jarring. Jenny has a lot to learn, but then so does Cal. When he meets her family, he discovers that the word family doesn't always mean the same thing to all people.

Jenny’s mother has planned a future for her daughter that does not include someone as ordinary as Cal Bennet. What could this small-town hick with no money and no connections do for her? How far will her mother go to see that Jenny accepts a life of high society and prestige? Will these two lovers come to an understanding of what their family will look like?

You can find Becoming Family at:
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PK Corey's Author Page

Other books by PK Corey: The Cassie Series

(If you haven't read a Cassie book, you need to give one a try!)

Cassie's Space (book one)   
Cassie's Tale (book two)                       
Cassie on the Move (book three)          
Cassie's River Living (book four)        
Cassie's Conflict (book five)
Cassie's Influence (book six)
Cassie's Ordeal (book seven)
Cassie Corralled (book eight)
Cassie's Road Trip (book nine)

Cal's Law (book one)
Becoming Family (book two)

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Tuesday, May 23, 2017

BJ Wane - Logan

 Logan, Murder on Magnolia Island, Book One
 BJ Wane
RELEASE DATE:  May 1, 2017
#suspense/mystery   #eroticromance   #BJWane    #spanking   
 #BDSM   #Blushing Books

She’s the girl next door he’s always protected.  He’s the man she’s always wanted.  Will the threat of a killer finally get them on the same page?

I'm happy to have BJ Wane here today with her new book. Just reading the blurb makes me sure this book will live up to the idea of 'thriller' and I'm ready to read.
Logan Lemaster drew Melanie Barnes under his protective wing the moment he rescued her from a fall off her bike. She had been six and he thirteen and his over protectiveness didn’t abate over the next twenty years. When a good friend ends up murdered on the family’s private island following one of his and his cousins BDSM weekend parties, Melanie insists on being there to comfort Logan. Only, he hadn’t counted on the grown woman’s tenacious determination to worm her way past his defenses and into his bed. Having spent the past eight years, since Melanie reached adulthood and made her interest in expanding on their friendship known, he’d refused to jeopardize their special bond by introducing her to his kinky preferences. But he was only human, and when her grief over an assault on a co-worker sends him to comfort her, his good intentions fall to the wayside under her responsive body. As he and his cousins plan to hold another BDSM party to feel out their friends for hints about which one had betrayed them in the worst way, he tutors Melanie in his sexual preferences so she can join him. But as they grow closer, so does the killer, and when her life is threatened, Logan knew he would stop at nothing to protect her and make her his in every way.
DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

An elderly, short man flipped the curtain back and looked up at him, but Logan only had eyes for Melanie’s small, huddled form lying on the narrow hospital bed.  Looking at the cloud of disheveled, black hair framing her white as a ghost face, round as saucers, tear-filled blue eyes and the vivid swelling of the left side of her face, his anger returned with gut clenching force.  Sidling around the portly doctor, he stepped to the side of the bed, lowered the rail and bent to kiss her nose.
“Got yourself into another scrape, I see.”  He breathed a sigh of relief when the tears hovering on her lashes dried up and humor lit her face.
“Here to rescue me again, I see.”
“As always.  Where’re you hurt?”
Melanie wanted to say nowhere now that he was there, giving her that familiar look of exasperated fondness underscored with concern.  The attack, brief as it was, left her shaken with vulnerability, the impotent sense of violation difficult to shrug off in her usual, offhand manner.  Aches and pains were making themselves known, surprising her with how many places now throbbed.
“A little everywhere, but I’m fine, ready to get out of here and go home.”  For the first time that Melanie could remember, Logan bore a look on his face she didn’t want to tempt pushing.  She had never seen him so angry, but she wasn’t afraid for herself, more like worried over what he might do to retaliate on her behalf.  The last thing she wanted was for him to land in jail alongside her attacker.  Laying her hand over his braced on the propped-up pillow as he leaned over her, she urged, “Take me home, Logan.  Please.”
The slight trembling of Melanie’s fingers against the back of his hand sealed his decision to take her home with him even though Logan knew the torment of having her close twenty/four seven would test his resolve in a way it had never been tested before.  “You’re coming home with me.  You don’t need to be alone right now and with your parents out of town it only makes sense to come stay with me for a few days.”
“Okay.”  The surprise on his face drew a chuckle from her.  “What?  Did you expect me to argue?”  Really, did he not know that with him was where she’d wanted to be for years?
Not trusting her easy compliance after the past weeks of silence, he had to warn her, “No repeats of the last time I saw you.”

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