Thursday, 30 July 2015

Welcome to Stevie MacFarlane and "The Marriage Market Book One - Amelia"!

I'm so excited to have Stevie MacFarlane visiting me today to share Amelia! I've loved Stevie's writing forever. Long before I was an author myself I plucked up the courage to send her a fan email and when she replied I was so excited I nearly burst!

Connect with Stevie on Facebook, visit her Amazon Author Page or check out her website or follow her on Twitter: @steviemac1175

Something I've always wanted to ask Stevie is this: 
When did you first consider yourself a writer?  
Stevie:When I got my first royalty check.

Here is the blurb for Amelia
Grace Wentworth and Effie Lane were cautiously optimistic when their dear friend Amelia decided to travel west to become the bride of a man she'd never met. Despite their misgivings they were stunned when Amelia wrote informing them she'd made a dreadful mistake in marrying Mr. Jordon.
Determined to rescue her dear friend from the clutches of a scoundrel, Effie made plans to leave for Seattle immediately. Grace would follow when she could get away from the ever watchful eye of her mother. Everything changed when Grace was forced to accept the proposal of a cruel and violent man. Suddenly her mother's wrath could not compare with what she would face as Horace Remington’s wife. Throwing all caution aside, she fled with Effie even knowing her mother would most likely hire a Pinkerton man to find her. However, she never expected to fall for him as they played a game of cat and mouse from Chicago to Seattle.
For Jonah Blackthorn, apprehending a runaway socialite seemed like an easy assignment. Locating two young, inexperienced women would take him no time at all and the five thousand dollar reward offered by the frantic fiancé would go a long way as Jonah had plans to leave the agency to begin a new chapter in his life.
What he didn't plan on was being outwitted by the brats or the fact that Effie Lane wasn't relying on her wits alone to get them safely to Seattle. He also didn't expect to come to care for the redhead traveling with her gun-toting friend. When he finally caught up with them he was going to give Grace the spanking of a life time or kiss her senseless. Maybe both.

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And an excerpt:

"I'm sorry," she said with a somewhat indignant sniff, her shoulders stiff. "I didn't realize how serious you were."
"Yes, I can see that," Hugh sighed. At first he was only going to scold her, but her tone struck a chord that was strangely reminiscent of one he'd heard his mother take with his father a thousand times. While not exactly argumentative, it did have a bite of sarcasm. Clearly she was affronted and it bordered on disrespectful. It was a recipe for a marriage full of constant bickering and was not on his agenda, now or ever. He would not put up with having his authority constantly challenged. Releasing one arm he picked up her hairbrush and hefted it in his hand.
"I'm sorry you did not understand how serious I am about your well-being. I'm about to remedy that right now," he told her as he pulled her to the bed.
Amelia didn't resist. It wasn't until he sat down and pulled her over his knees with ridiculous ease that it dawned on her what his intentions were.
"You can't be serious, Mr. Jordon," she squeaked out, too stunned to struggle.
"Hugh," he reminded her as he gathered both of her wrists at the back of her waist. "Because we are not yet wed, I'm going to emphasize my feelings over your skirt. Once you become my wife, should this be necessary in the future, rest assured it will be on your bare bottom."
Amelia couldn't help it, she began to laugh.
The hand that held the hairbrush stopped in mid-air as soon as he heard it.
"Are you laughing?" he demanded incredulously.
"No, oh no," she replied before more snickers escaped.
Hugh's arm dropped to her back, still holding the brush.
"Would you mind telling me what's so all fired funny about this?" he asked, stunned.
Amelia laughed harder and turned to look at him over her shoulder.
"Mr. Jordon, I mean Hugh," she began, her eyes twinkling. "I am a young woman on my own for the first time. I've traveled thousands of miles, slipped away from my family and some very dear friends, all in my quest for adventure and independence. I clearly stated in my letter that I believed in the emancipation of women. I've known you approximately two hours, and in that time, I've made of fool of myself in front of hordes of strangers, made my prospective husband think I'm incapable of following the simplest instructions and am about to get spanked for the first time in my life. I find the absurdity of the situation remarkably amusing."

"Well let me see if I can take some of the amusement out of the situation for you," he growled, raising the brush and bringing it down smartly on her backside.


Tuesday, 28 July 2015

His Passionate Pioneer

A huge welcome to Maggie Ryan who is sharing His Passionate Pioneer today!

Blurb: Anna Martin has never lived her life in accordance with what others might think. Now, hiding behind the trunk of a tree, she's beginning to truly regret that fact. Listening to her reputation being ripped apart is making her suspect that her Ma's warnings are most likely coming true. After all, what man would ever consider courting-let alone wedding-a woman who never stops to consider what consequences her actions might have?
Richard Andrews has just returned to Crooked Creek after being gone for three years. The day he'd left, he'd heard Anna screeching that she hated being a girl. He'd also seen her spirit as her Pa had picked her up, turned her across his knee and given her a spanking. Richard has secretly loved Anna for years, and has returned to claim the feisty little copper-haired girl who has grown into a beautiful woman. He loves her spirit and her determination, and knows both will serve her well. Without her by his side, the dream he is working so hard to fulfill would be worthless. He wants the angel he knows she is-as well as the wanton lover he can detect in her flashing eyes. By the time they reached a marriage agreement, she'd know that she was loved and could always count on him to keep her in line-even if that means turning his  passionate   pioneer  over his knee on a regular basis. Now all he has to do is convince her to trust him; convince her to become his wife.
Can Anna push aside her pride and actually turn to another for help? She remembers Mr. Andrews very well from when she was just fifteen years old. She'd been devastated when he'd simply ridden away that day. Why was he back, and what did he mean when he asked her to trust him? All she really knew was that, the moment he took her hand, her heart was lost...

Excerpt: She began her stroll, not admitting to herself that she'd purposefully chosen a path around the wagons in order to avoid James seeing her. Humming, she walked down the road, the sun beating on her back, a cool breeze on her face. As she neared the outskirts of the town, she could see some buildings, and people walking on the wooden sidewalks just a short distance ahead. Her excitement grew and she smiled at a woman who was sweeping the porch in front of a small house on the edge of the town. The woman waved and called out a greeting. Anna returned it, her voice happy and carefree.
Anna didn't realize how far she had traveled into the town until she felt someone grab her. Screaming, she kicked out with her feet as she was lifted completely off the ground. Her heart pounded and she screamed for Richard at the top of her lungs, straining against the incredibly tight hold. She was hauled around and saw that her husband was the one holding her. Her voice cut off in mid-scream.
"Damn it, Richard, you scared me to death! Hell's bells, don't you ever do that again!" She held a palm against her pounding heart and breathed a huge sigh of relief—one that didn't relax her as she saw his face. She immediately began to struggle again; she had seen him disappointed, she had seen him upset, but never had she seen him so angry.
"Just what in the hell were you thinking, Annabelle Rose!" he thundered. "I told you to stay at the wagon. What are you doing in the middle of town?"
Middle of town? I had only meant to go to the very edge and no further. Annabelle swallowed hard and watched as several men, including Mr. Morgan, stepped out of the storefront to witness what the ruckus was all about. Seeing Richard's men, she lowered her eyes, her face flaming.
"Answer me young lady," Richard ordered, still holding her arms tightly.
Anna winced. "I just wanted to see a little. I just meant to walk to the edge. I swear I didn't mean to come this far. Please don't be mad at me." Grabbing for anything that might make the look of fury in his eyes lessen, she continued. "Don't worry, I did the clothes first—well, mostly."

About Maggie Ryan: 
Author for Blushing Books.  I write both contemporary erotica and historical spanking romances.  I enjoy writing about characters that enjoy the provocative D/S lifestyle of today’s times as well as taking a step back into the past to write stories that take place in the Victorian era with age-play as a theme.  
I live in the great Lone Star state with my wonderful husband.  I have always loved reading.  Growing up in a family with four children, it was difficult finding a place to be alone.  I was probably one of the squeakiest clean girls on the planet as I would spend hours in the tub so I could read without being bothered.  It wasn’t long before I began to make up my own endings to the books I was reading.  From there, it just seemed natural to begin writing my own stories.
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 admit to being somewhat of a romantic though as my stories always must have a great deal of love, passion, corporal discipline and, of course, great, mind-blowing sex.  I want my readers to be able to see, hear, feel and know the characters that I’m creating as well as I do when I bring them to life and transfer their stories to paper.  I want my women to be strong of character but also strong enough to know that submission given in love and trust to your partner does not make you weaker, it makes you far stronger.    I want my men to be sexy, strong, demanding alpha males who know how to take what they want while acknowledging it is a gift they have been blessed with by the women that have chosen to submit to them.  I want there to be no doubt that they truly would die for the other no matter how others might view their relationship.

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Don’t miss these exciting titles by Maggie Ryan and Blushing Books!
Charming Isabella
Louisa Revealed: Women of Wintercrest Book 1
Lord Edward’s Law: Women of Wintercrest Book 2
Claimed: Women of Wintercrest Book 3
Lucy Surrenders:  Women of Wintercrest Book 4
Summer Solace
Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca
Lucy’s Journey Home:  Hunter’s Ridge Book 1
Homecoming: Hunter’s Ridge Book 2
Reunion: Hunter’s Ridge Book 3
Designed for Submission: Divine Designs Book 1
A Submissive's Dream: Divine Designs Book 2
Treasured Submission
Haven’s Promise: Divine Designs Book 3
The Christmas Pickle
A Submissive’s Gift: Divine Designs Book 4
Rosie’s Resolutions (Masters of the Castle)
My Charming Valentine (Corbin’s Bend)
Miss Summers’ School: Lessons in Submission, Book One
Ever  Lasting Hope (Corbin’s Bend)
Realizing Her Dream (w/ Laurel Jane)
His Passionate Pioneer

Sunday, 26 July 2015

Melody Parks is visiting me today with her hot new release Claiming Crystal!

I'm currently reading this book and I'm loving it!

Here's the blurb: After her fear of commitment brings an abrupt end to yet another relationship, Crystal Harman knows she is in desperate need of a major change in her life. With the help of her best friend, that change comes in the form of Donaven Sharp, the ruggedly gorgeous owner of a remote mountain retreat called Cobalt Canyon.

Donaven soon realizes that what Crystal has needed for a long time is a dominant man to spank her properly and take control both in and out of the bedroom, and he doesn’t hesitate to put her over his knee for her first bare-bottom spanking. Though it leaves her blushing, Donaven’s mastery of her body also leaves Crystal all but trembling with desire, and his forceful, demanding lovemaking brings her pleasure like nothing she has ever experienced before.

Donaven is everything she’s ever wanted in a man—someone who will both take care of her and discipline her when she needs it—but Crystal struggles to reconcile her yearning to submit to him with the demands of her career as a social worker protecting vulnerable women. When tragedy strikes one of her clients and guilt sends her life into a tailspin, can Donaven prove to Crystal that they have a future together and she belongs not only in his bed but also at his side?

Publisher’s Note: Claiming Crystal is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


And now for the excerpt: “Honey, I think work is going to be the last thing on your mind. Especially after you see D’s new toy,” Jake said, a curious smile on his lips. “Capi has taken quite an interest in it and D is always happy to oblige.”

Crystal stiffened at the word ‘toy,’ assuming it was something kinky. She had no plans of engaging in anything kinky this weekend. She’d agreed to come as an observer only, to learn more about the BDSM lifestyle and meet a few kink-friendly people. She looked at Ivy with obvious concern.

Ivy let out a little laugh. “I’m sure it’s not that kind of toy.”
This made Jake chuckle and Crystal felt her cheeks warming, having jumped to conclusions.

“Look whose mind is in the gutter. It’s a paraglide,” he said, snickering. “I hope you’re not afraid of heights,” He turned, addressing Ivy. “I’ve gone tandem with him a few times. Jeff and I plan to take a training course this year so we can go solo. I’ll probably end up getting my own glider. The feeling while you’re in flight is out of this world! The weather is supposed to be good this weekend, so I’m sure D will try talking both of you into a short flight.”

“I did a tandem parachute jump once in Colorado,” Ivy said enthusiastically. “Remember that, Crystal? The big college trip you wouldn’t go on because of Steven. You missed out on an amazing experience.”

“How could I forget. You wouldn’t stop talking about how you…” Crystal paused, unable to finish the sentence with Jake present.

“How I had the most amazing orgasm of my life on the way down?” Her face beamed the same way it had back in the dorm when she first told Crystal about her jump.

“You never told me about that,” Jake said, flashing Ivy a look of surprise. “I’ve heard it does happen to some women. Does it still hold the record for best orgasm ever?”

A pink hue spread across Ivy’s face along with a bubbly grin as she started to tell him the whole story. Crystal knew it by heart and put her head against the window, closing her eyes as Ivy babbled on about first how hot the instructor was, even though he was in his thirties, and then about the sudden and almost instant orgasm she experienced not long after they jumped. It freaked her out and thrilled her both at the same time, but the best part was she had no control of it. She couldn’t have stopped it from happening if she tried.

“I couldn’t stop screaming that I was coming,” Ivy said, followed by a lighthearted laugh. “It embarrassed the hell out of me, but I didn’t care at the time. I’d say that day and the day you had me tied up against the wall and used the violet wand on me are about equal with each other for best orgasm ever.”

“Equal, huh?” Jake huffed. “We’ll have to see if we can’t do something about that this weekend.” 


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Saturday, 25 July 2015

James and Rachel are back for more Saturday Spankings!

Here's 8 sentences out of my recent release Rachel's Journey:

My god he’s gorgeous! she thought as she took him in. His wild, untamed hair was falling in his eyes, his blue checked shirt displayed the broadness of his shoulders to perfection and clung to the muscles in his arms. His stained jeans showed off his long, lean legs, and he’d obviously shaved in the shower last night revealing the square-cut, masculine line of his jaw.
“Coffee?” he asked, flicking on the kettle.

“Please.” Rachel nodded, still unable to take her eyes off him. She’d known James forever, but every time she looked at him it seemed he’d gotten sexier and sexier. 

He used to keep his hair shorter with his curls chopped off, but she liked it much better now. It gave him an untamed, slightly wild look, and his smouldering dark eyes were dangerously sexy.


And just because I can, here's a photo of where this story is set: (Please excuse the bad quality photography, I took this using the camera on my ancient phone)

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Saturday, 18 July 2015

Kiwi Equestrian Spanking Romance - Bracken Ridge

It's a while since I shared my first novel - a spanking romance set in an equestrian centre in New Zealand. So for today's Saturday Spankings I decided to bring back Anna and Jeremy.

In this scene, the horse Anna has been training is in her maiden race, with jockey Josh on board.

“Go Star! Go!” she screamed from the sidelines, clutching at Jeremy’s hand, squeezing it with a superhuman strength that made him wince. 

“Go!” she screamed again, wild with excitement as the horse continued to gain speed, overtaking horse after horse as they raced towards the final corner. The gap between Star and the leader was lessening at an incredible rate as the horse streaked down the track, every muscle in her body working hard to propel her onwards.
“Come on Josh, keep at it boy!” her father yelled, pumping his fist into the air.
“Don’t fall off Josh!” was Jeremy’s quiet contribution, before he, too, got caught up into the excitement, yelling and cheering alongside Anna and the rest of Starlight’s supporters.

Blurb:  When Anna Fletcher comes home from University back to Bracken Ridge, the equine centre where she grew up, she is stunned to find Jeremy McCrae working as the manager. They were children together and she has had a crush on him forever. The years she's been away, Jeremy has only gotten cuter.
Anna has plans for Bracken Ridge, but before she can implement them, she needs to prove herself. The biggest obstacle in her path is her nemesis, the stable hand who thinks Jeremy is mighty fine. Once Anna gets past her, Jeremy is standing in her way - he's now the boss, but she can't work for him. He's been her best mate forever, and to cede to his authority now is going against every grain of her nature. Being the daughter of the owner, Jeremy isn’t allowed to fire Anna, so when she gets rebellious and sassy he decides to spank her instead.
Can Jeremy tame Anna's rebellious spirit before it is too late?

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Wednesday, 15 July 2015


I've thought of a title for my new Western! Well actually, my husband did :) 
Read on for an excerpt from Longhorn Cowboys Book One: Heart for Home.

Jessica was enjoying watching the shocked, but delighted, expression on Johnny’s face as she stepped out of the borrowed dress to reveal short, sexy drawers that had been the height of fashion back home in Boston, but which were still considered scandalous among decent company. She left the gown and petticoats in a puddle on the floor at her feet and shimmied out of her undergarments, standing completely naked before him in the dim glow cast by the lantern on the table by the bed. She’d never been naked in front of a man before but the excitement of the wedding was making her brave.
            Johnny whistled softly through his teeth, stepping forward to place his hands gently on her waist, drawing her into him. “You are beautiful,” he whispered into her hair.
            Jessica’s hands went to the front of Johnny’s pants where she urgently fumbled with the buttons with clumsy fingers. She wanted him naked, too. Groaning in frustration at the tight buttons that wouldn’t come undone, she moved her fingers to his chest, undoing his shirt instead. These buttons opened easily and she trailed her fingers inside his shirt, along the hard muscles of his chest. Pushing the shirt back off his shoulders she brushed her lips against the light smattering of hair she found there, pulling his shirt off completely and discarding it carelessly on top of her own pile of clothing.
            “Here, let me,” Johnny murmured, brushing her hands away from his jeans, undoing them for her. She gasped when his erection sprang free, then reached out to touch it gingerly.
            “It’s so big,” she breathed. “Are you sure it will fit?”

                            OPPS HOW DID THAT HALF NAKED COWBOY GET IN THERE?????
As always, my sexy cowboy photos have been stolen off Pinterest here
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Wednesday, 8 July 2015

My Western WIP

Thanks for visiting my blog! My western is nearly finished - yay! I've enjoyed writing this so much :) With a bit of luck the editing process will go smoothly and I will be ready to submit it to the publisher soon!

         She felt something cold and hard pressed against the side of her head and she gasped as she realised it was a gun. Frank had her held fast against him, she couldn’t escape. He was using her as a shield – there was no way Johnny, or anyone else, would risk shooting Frank now, for fear of shooting her by mistake. Her breath caught in her throat and she started to panic. Run Johnny! Run! She wanted to yell, but she couldn’t make her voice work, she was too scared for Johnny. It was Johnny Frank wanted, not her; if Johnny ran, she would be safe enough, Frank would let her go eventually.
            “Let her go.” The voice was harsh, spoken barely above a whisper, but there was no mistaking it – it was Johnny. “Let her go Frank. Your quarrel’s with me, not her.”
            “Is it?” Frank’s voice was dangerously soft, and he pressed the barrel of the gun hard against her head. “If I kill her we’ll be even – my brother for your wife.”

:)                 Lonely grave along the Oregon Trail, reads "Dunn, 1849".

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Tuesday, 7 July 2015

April Vine - His Captive Bride

Welcome to April Vine with her new release His Captive Bride!

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When twenty-two-year-old Haley Kent’s best friend decides to elope with the man she loves and avoid a marriage her parents have arranged for her, Hayley agrees to help. She travels to India and presents herself in disguise to Rajeev Yuvaraj, the handsome thirty-two-year-old billionaire her friend was supposed to marry. But when he discovers their ruse, the plan goes badly awry and Hayley quickly ends up as not only Rajeev’s wife but his prisoner as well.

Rajeev is no heartless tyrant, but when his new bride bites him, swears at him, and treats him with general disrespect, he decides that it is time to take her in hand. Soon enough, Hayley finds herself over her firm-handed husband’s knee for a hard spanking on her bare bottom, with more to come if her behavior makes it necessary. Yet despite his archaic views on how a wife should be kept in line, Hayley cannot resist the powerful need his dominance awakens within her. But if the opportunity to return home presents itself, will she cast aside her growing love for him, or is she truly ready to spend her life with the man who took her as his captive bride?

Publisher’s Note: His Captive Bride is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


“I won’t allow this,” she screamed, yanking her hand out of his grasp and failing.

“Ah, Haley, you do try my patience.”

He moved with the speed and agility of a big wildcat and tossed her over his shoulder. He strode to the divan, sat, and swiveled her around so she lay flat on her stomach over his thighs, her ass presented to him like a cookie on a platter.

Oh, God.

“Do you wish to tell me anything before I begin?”

“Yes. You’re an arrogant monster, a bully, a horrible, horrible—” The leather of his belt met her behind and every nerve and cell in her body froze. She had still believed he was trying to shock her into telling him Anjali’s whereabouts. That he spanked her, actually took his belt to her, stunned her.

“Ouch!” she cried, lost for how else to respond, struggling to get up from his lap. He held her down way too easily.

“I barely touched you. What is it you Americans would say? Ah. You’re being a drama-queen.”

“Okay, look—” He cut her off again this time with a searing spank, making her eyes sting. Once he’d flipped his shirt away from her backside, her thong did nothing to curb the smart and neither did the satin of the nightie. He struck her again, his belt catching the fleshy center of her butt. Again and again.

“Perhaps a total of ten will be sufficient to teach you a lesson.”

“I don’t need a lesson. You can’t do this to me. Goddamn you!”

“But you do. And I can.”

“A gentleman would never stoop so low as to hit a girl because she bit him.”

“True, but I am not dispensing this punishment because you bit me. I’m belting your lovely ass because the next time you want to bite me, you need to ask my permission first.”

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APRIL VINE is a night-time erotic romance writer and a daytime professional dreamer. She adores books, chocolates and shoes, and is happiest doing all three at the same time.
She lives in a house with boys and a few four-legged furry things and has come to accept both species for the strange creatures they are.

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Saturday, 4 July 2015


Welcome to my blog for this week's Saturday Spankings

I hope everyone is having a great 4th of July! Here in New Zealand we don't celebrate it (obviously) so it's just like any other day for us. But ... I'm celebrating the fact that it's the late Eric Fleming's 90th birthday today - if you don't know who he is he played Trail Boss Gil Favor in Rawhide. 

                                A lovely picture of Gil Favor/Eric Fleming

But that was just a random piece of useless trivia. My blog post today has nothing to do with either Eric Fleming or Rawhide - today I'm sharing another 8 sentences from my recent release Rachel's Journey!

James pulled her into his arms and wrapped her in a hug again. Then he dropped his face to hers and kissed her full on the lips. It was just a gentle kiss at first, but Rachel responded immediately, putting one hand on the side of his face and her other hand found the curls at the back of his head and entwined her fingers in them. Their bodies pressed against each other, fitting together perfectly, and they were lost.

“I love you,” James murmured quietly, kissing her passionately again.

He loves me! Elation ripped through her along with the fire James’ kiss was igniting within her. She tried to answer him but his kiss was overwhelming, taking away her ability to talk … to think … to do anything other than kiss him passionately back and lose herself within his arms.

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Thursday, 2 July 2015


Welcome Kallista Dane with her hot new release Taken and Tamed!

Author Bio: 
Like Scheherezade of the ancient fable, I cannot sing or dance or paint.  I have but one talent.  I am a weaver of words.  I love to tell stories of strong women and the even stronger men who suddenly show up in their lives when they expect it least and need it most.
            As a little girl I was afraid to take risks.  But when I grew up, I vowed never to let the thrills in life pass me by because of fear.  Since then, I’ve walked on the Great Wall of China, scuba dived in underwater caves, and skied a black diamond run in Vail. But the greatest risk I’ve taken is sharing my naughtiest secret fantasies in the books I write.
            I’m happily married to my very own erotic Knight, the man who makes all my fantasies come true - and some I never even dreamed of.

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As an author of true-crime novels, Cass Newcombe has visited supermax prisons, interviewed hit men, and explored the minds of serial killers. But none of that could have prepared her for Zander Coleman. Within moments of meeting Cass, the devastatingly handsome former mob enforcer has broken through her professional persona in a way few men ever have before, leaving her heart racing and her mind filled with images of her naked, bound, and at his mercy.

To her shock, Cass’s interview with Zander has barely ended when she suddenly becomes an unwilling participant in a prison break. After using her as a hostage to make his getaway, Zander heads for a secluded cabin deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains with Cass along for the ride. Despite his promise to release her once the search for him has died down, Cass is determined to make a run for it sooner rather than later.

But Zander is not a man to be outwitted easily, and after a failed attempt at escape she ends up thrown over his shoulder and dragged unceremoniously back to the cabin. Stripped bare and held over his lap for a long, hard spanking which leaves her sobbing and promising obedience, Cass has never felt so humiliated in her life. Yet when the punishment ends at last and Zander tosses her on a bed and takes her long and hard, Cass finds herself not only submitting willingly but actually yearning for more.

Though Zander knows it’s only a matter of time before they’re tracked down, he cannot deny that he is beginning to feel more than just a powerful lust for his sexy captive. But he has a secret he doesn’t dare share with Cass… one that could easily cost them both their lives.

Publisher’s Note: Taken and Tamed 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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Classic moves straight from the good cop-bad cop book, but with a little twist.   That seemingly offhand remark laden with sexual innuendo, delivered with a very feminine smile.  Designed to create a personal connection - with his cock.  The fuck-me shoes.  The no nonsense blazer pretending to hide a set of boobs that would have done a Hooters waitress proud.  After being locked up for a long time, the average sex-starved psycho would buy into the whole package, letting his imagination run free.
His smile deepened.  He could play too.
“Why would you need a chaperone?”  His voice dropped, took on a rough note.  “Does your Daddy think you’re a naughty girl who puts out on the first date?”
She laughed.  “Daddy has no idea how naughty I am.”
This one didn’t rattle easily.  His opinion of her went up a notch.  When the subject first came up a few weeks ago, he thought the whole idea of sitting through an interview was stupid.  But what the hell.  He had nothing better to do right now.  If the lady wanted to indulge in her version of oral sex, he’d oblige.
“Naughty girls get punished.”  He saw her eyes widen a little at that and knew he’d hit a hot button.  She glanced at the Marshal sitting off to the side before replying.
“You like to punish?  Is that how you got into your…line of work?”  Her tone may have been playful, but Zander recognized she was all business underneath.  Already trying to peel away the edges of the mask of sanity worn by every psychopath.
“What I do isn’t always work, Ms. Newcombe.  In fact, sometimes it can be fun.  Really naughty girls like it when I punish them.” 

Thanks for visiting, Kallista and good luck with your new release!