Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Kryssie Fortune - The Viscount's Pet

The Viscount's Pet
Kryssie Fortune

#regency #romance #spanking #hot #KU #kindleunlimited
When her brother tries to force her into a marriage with a detestable baron, Julianna Halstead flees the family estate she has helped manage since the death of her parents. But as she makes her escape late at night, Juliana’s carelessness nearly results in her being trampled by a galloping horse, and the steed’s handsome rider takes it upon himself to correct her right then and there.

Though having her bottom bared and soundly spanked on the side of the road leaves Juliana blushing crimson, the punishment arouses her intensely and her body’s helpless response cannot be hidden. To make matters worse, the gentleman over whose lap she was so firmly chastised turns out to be none other than Viscount Stonehurst, someone she has known since childhood.

When Stonehurst learns of Juliana’s predicament, he decides to make her his bride. She will be no ordinary wife, however. She will be something much more shameful. But even as she is leashed, collared, and put on display in a cage wearing only a tail, then brought out to be used in ways no proper lady should enjoy, will Juliana come to love her new life as the viscount’s pet?

Publisher’s Note: The Viscount’s Petis a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Usedand His Innocent Bride. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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The horse and rider appeared from nowhere.
Julianna sidestepped and dropped her bag. Her ankle twisted beneath her, and she tumbled to the ground. When the horseman tugged hard at the reins, the coal-black stallion reared, its forelegs pawed the air. She screamed and closed her eyes. Curled into a ball, she waited for its ebony hooves to pulverize her.
The rider swore, the horse whickering as it planted its feet in the dirt by her face. Tiny dust clouds rose from the road. She coughed and crablike, she scuttled to the fallen oak at the edge of the copse. The bracken smelled earthy, and the thick foliage cushioned her bruised ribs.
Her heart beat overtime when the horseman dismounted and stalked toward her. Wearing a black greatcoat and muffler, he towered over her. Grabbing her wrist, he hauled her upright.
Even in the evening twilight, his hair shone the same blue-black as a raven’s wing. His features were familiar, but she had no idea why. One glance at his steeply angled eyebrows and she wondered if he was the devil come to claim her.
Her brother would have grabbed her shoulders and shaken her until her head ached. That or hurled vile insults at her. Instead, the dark horseman’s eyes twinkled with good humor. She couldn’t decide if they were midnight blue or ebony black. Their mysterious depths and sloping eyebrows gave him a demonic air.
His high cheekbones were so sharp Michelangelo could have chiseled them from marble. There was a cleft in his square chin that she wanted to stroke. His broad, kissable lips made her want to lick and taste, but they were set in a stern, disapproving frown. If he smiled, his dark charisma would mesmerize any nocturnal creatures. Bats, foxes, and badgers would flock to his side.
His utter masculinity sent shudders along her spine. Devilish and terrifying, he emanated menace and danger. She should be shaking in fear, but he sparked wicked longings in her soul.
Untouched and innocent, she hated how her nipples pearled and damp heat creamed between her legs. She needed his lips pressed against hers and his hands on her body. For a woman who’d sworn never to marry, that scared her more than his fury. If not for his tight grip on her shoulders, she’d have run off into the night.
Her pulse still raced, but she buried her fear beneath a haughty manner. “Unhand me, sir. I’m late as it is.”
Rather than let go of her arm, he tugged her closer. He smelled of citrus fruits and freshly gathered mint. When her gaze meshed with his, lightning bolts sizzled between them. Head bent, he moved toward herShepuckered her lips in anticipation.
Blinking, he straightened abruptly. “I could have killed you, you little fool.”
Disappointment crushed her soul. Her ribs ached from Kit’s assault and her ankle throbbed from her fall. Sniffing back tears, she thought of her mother’s pampered cat and tried to out-stare him. “My apologies, sir. I should have been paying attention, not daydreaming along in the twilight. Since neither of us is hurt, we can go on our own ways.”
“Not until you’ve learned your lesson,” he snapped.
Pulling free from his hold, she rubbed her wrist. Nervous, she retreated toward her portmanteau, ready to grab it and run. Shooting forward, he hoisted her over his shoulder. The undignified position made her ribs throb. His hand splayed over her rear end, caressing and stroking it as he pinned her in place.
Five steps and he’d carried her back to the tree trunk. Once settled on it, he thrust her over his knee. “Naughty little girls who risk their lives deserve a spanking. And I’m just the man to give it to you.”

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Does writing energize or exhaust you?
Definitely energize. I get bad tempered if I don’t do something to inch my writing forward every day.

 Ballpoint or fountain pen?
Ball point. I write in a notebook, type up, then read it through before moving on to the next chapter.

What time of the day is best for you as a writer? 
Anywhere, anytime. If I have a free moment I put pen to paper. A lot of my early writing was done on the bus on the way and from work. 

Which book – of all the books you’ve written – do you like the best? 
Always the one I’m working on. I’m proud of Taken as Theirs because it was my first book to hit the top ten on it’s category. I love regency romance, and I love my latest very hot Regency romance. Georgette Heyer would be turning in her grave. 

Tuesday, December 3, 2019

Libby Campbell - Holiday Hope

Holiday Hope 
Libby Campbell

When Hannah goes to the wedding as someone’s date, 
she doesn’t expect to leave with the groom.

Hannah Hansen is only hoping for one thing this Christmas: someone to share her life. She’s not asking for the hottest male model, but please Santa, could he be a little bit alpha? Sensitive new age guys make great friends, but men who are decisive and slightly bossy make her tingle all over.
Then handsome, rich Steve Shewchuk invites her to be his last-minute, plus one at a wedding. Hannah’s hopes soar as Steve’s definitely the dominant type. But before their date is off the ground, Hannah realizes she has made a mistake. Steve’s veneer of an appealing alpha personality hides his thoughtless self-absorption. In response to a call from the distressed bride-to-be, he drops Hannah a block from the church, forcing her to walk through a driving rainstorm alone.
Hannah arrives at the church, soaked to the skin, with her expensive hairdo ruined. She realizes her hopes for a future with Steve have washed down the drain along with her mascara.  When the groom, charming Charles DescĂ´teaux helps her in her moment of distress, there is an instant, electrical connection between them.
Could Charles be the assertive man she’s been hoping for? When Charles needs her help, will she be brave enough to rally to his side?

This book is offered free as a thank you to everyone who reads my books. Happy holidays however you spend them.

Disclaimer:Holiday Hope is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women, power exchanges, and explicitly sexual situations. These scenes are fantasies only, suitable for discerning readers. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

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Excerpt :
After a long moment, Steve broke the silence. “Abby’s a bit high strung. When she called me, she was almost beside herself with worry. She needs a friend to help her calm down. And I know how to do that better than anyone.”
“That’s very nice of you,” Hannah said, as all other words failed her.
“Glad you approve.” Was that sarcasm in his voice? Was this going to be worst date Hannah had ever been on? 
“Really she has no other friends who can help like you can?”
“No. She really doesn’t. I’m the only one who can turn her over his knee and paddle the anxiety out of her system, which is what she needs right now.” He spoke matter-of-factly, as if he was saying Abby preferred white wine over red.
At those words, Hannah’s body spun into warfare with her brain. Her head told her that Steve had shared the most shocking, inappropriate fact she’d ever heard from someone, let alone someone who barely knew her. 
But her body lit up with delight. Her pulse pounded in her ears as heat washed up her neck. As her pussy clenched, she was grateful that her arousal wasn’t as visible as a man’s would have been.
Then an unexpected stab of anger froze her. How dare he tell her such an intimate fact! If anything happened between the two of them that night or any other time, would he mention it in casual conversation to the next woman who sat in his car?
She told herself he was stressed. After all he was losing a girlfriend who was, by anyone’s standards, a great prize: beautiful, rich, and well connected. That had to hurt. So she decided to forgive him, knowing that after tonight Abby would no longer get that special tension-relieving treatment from him. 
Hannah had fantasized for a very long time about having a boyfriend who would occasionally take her in hand, warm her bottom until it turned bright red, and then tenderly comfort her after. When she’d suggested it to Dustin, he’d looked at her with open disgust and more than a little pity, as though she’d told him she had a terminal disease. She acted like she’d been kidding and never spoke her desire out loud again.
The itch didn’t go away though. The notion of mixing pleasure and pain continued to appeal to her, and she gave up trying to understand why. If Steve was willing to satisfy her long-held fantasy, she could forgive a lot of other faults.
First, she had to get through the evening. Once Abigail was off on her honeymoon with the handsome Dr. DescĂ´teaux, maybe Steve would be able to look her way with greater interest.
Shape up she told herself. Get through tonight with enough grace and good humor that Steve can’t wait to see you again.The only one way to do that, she decided, was to charm everyone she met, as though she was on a high-priority diplomatic mission.

Don’t miss any of Libby Campbell’s great books: 

The Lighthouses of Devmaer
Bound to the Past, prequel – FREEfor a limited time here

Time Travel:

Holiday stories (novellas)
Holiday HopeFREEfor a limited time here:

Contemporary Romance:
Romancing the Coast– a 3 book box set. Individual titles available separately.
Simon in Charge– a 3 book box-set. Individual titles available separately.

Libby Campbell in her own words:
My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.
Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club. 
Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.
My passions are reading and writing. I adore all animals and love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing. 

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