Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Abby's Bluff - by Heather Hart

Welcome to my blog Heather!

So tell me, Heather, what are your pet peeves?
Heather: Political correctness. I mentioned earlier about how childhood books really moved me. One of the most memorable characters was Mrs-Do-As-You-Would-Be-Done-By from the Water Babies. It’s how I live my life. It sticks in my craw when people tell me what I should think, like, eat, feel or even fuck. People are different. Let them be. Celebrate the differences, and that means yes, even those who disagree with you. None of us have the right, experience or dress sense to set the bar for others all of the time. Revel in your right to be wrong!
Oh I can so relate to that! Political correctness drives me nuts too!

Abby doesn't gamble. But when her friend's happiness is at stake, she risks her own body, betting on one crucial turn of the cards.
Abielle O'Sullivan's world is turned on its axis when her boyfriend is killed in a motorcycle crash. To break the ensuing months-long cycle of self-destructive grief, her bestie, Miah, buys plane tickets and first class accommodation for a mad-ass weekend in Las Vegas. On their very first night, Abby meets Joel; an aloof but streetwise card sharp who is drawn to the cautious and sad-eyed beauty. He encourages the two friends to try their hands at the poker tables.
When Miah gets out-of-control drunk and loses more than she can pay, Joel offers Abby an unusual way out of the jam. Depending upon who wins one game of high-card, the alpha male will either cover Miah's losses, or Abby will become his sex slave for the duration of the rest of her stay in Vegas. Desperately wanting to help her friend, Abby is sorely tempted by his offer, even though she is not a gambling woman. Finally, she takes a chance and plays the game.
When she loses the draw, Abby's once limited sexual horizons are pushed to their limits.
With his understanding and sympathetic nature, however, Joel could prove to be more than a means to heal the hurt from her past. In fact, he might just be the one man she'd always dreamed of. Then again, he could also be a conman. In the end, only she can decide what her limits are.
And what happens after that is anyone's game.

"Shit, Abby, mixing this crap can kill you. Is that what you want? Huh? Well, is it?"
"Whatever. What's the point, anyway?" I looked at my hand. Though he'd never made it home to propose, I wore his ring on my wedding finger. I twirled it about, surprised by how loose it had become already. "Maybe that's what I'm supposed to do. Join him wherever he's at."
In a flash Miah crossed the room and plopped down by my side. "That's enough! Now you listen to me, Miss Sorry-For-Yourself, this ends now. This is not what Kevin would have wanted for you, and you know it. So get your stinky butt up off the bed and come with me. I'm not leaving until you're in that shower, sobering up."
"Fuck you, Miah. I'm going nowhere."
In all the times we'd been friends, Miah had never once laid a finger on me. But today was different. I wouldn't say I was dragged kicking and screaming to my bathroom, because there was no fight in me, but I dug my heels into the carpet and passively resisted every inch of the way.
She thrust the shower door open and pushed me inside, pajamas and all. And then I screamed.
"Argh! It takes a few minutes for the water to heat up!"
Miah shrugged and sat down on the end of the bathtub. "Then you won't have long to wait."
"You're totally sick, you know that? I get drunk once in my life, and you morph into Attila the Hun."
"I've been called worse. Get out of those jimjams but leave them in there with you. They're filthy. We'll clean them up later."
"Fine. Whatever."
And then she left me alone.

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Saturday, 26 September 2015

~~ : ~~ THE WAYS OF THE WEST ~~ : ~~

Saturday Spankings is the blog hop where we share 8 sentences of one of our books. 

This week I'm sharing one last snippet of my Western - The Ways of the West.

Felicity Nichols gave it a 5 star review which you can read here: Nichols Reviews


The early morning air was rent with the haunting melody of a hymn being played on Johnny’s harmonica as the drovers stood around the grave he’d dug the night before, their hats in their hands as a mark of respect, their faces drawn and somber. 

It was always hard to lose one of their own, even more so in circumstances like this. The young nighthawk wouldn’t have had a chance – they all knew how silently Indians could move in the shadows and how accurate their arrows were, even in the dark. 

No one envied Mr Jordan his job of riding into town later in the day to wire the tragic news to the boys’ parents, but it was a job that had to be done. Just 21 years old, his life had barely begun, now it had been snuffed out so ruthlessly, so needlessly. 

And there would be more bloodshed before the day was over.

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Thursday, 24 September 2015


Welcome back to my blog Ashe! I've read snippets of this book on the weekly blog hops and I'm intrigued!

Hi Kelly, and thank you so much for inviting me over today to chat a bit about First Impressions. This will be my second release with Baronet Press, and I’m loving working with them again.

First things first - just check out this super-sexy cover!

Among other things, First Impressions is a story about a woman doing a man’s job – or so Aidan thinks. George soon sets him straight. George is practical to the core, a skilled plumber and electrician. She works hard and there is pretty much no DIY task she can’t tackle. Her paperwork is another matter entirely. Aidan is more of a computer geek. While she is crawling about in a boiler suite and steel toe-capped boots re-wiring his house and fitting a new boiler, he is sorting out her ailing laptop and installing spreadsheets.
They make a great team, and never more than when George’s submissive nature starts to assert itself after she discovers the kinky toys her nerdy client likes to keep in his attic.

Here’s the blurb…
First Impressions can be deceptive.

Aidan Blake needs a plumber. Fast. His boiler is dead, his creaky old house crumbling around him. When his elderly neighbour recommends a local trader, George Mahon, Aidan jumps at the prospect of hot water and warm radiators.

But George, short for Georgina, is not exactly what he had in mind. He was expecting
something else entirely. A man for one thing, not the gorgeous single mother he finds in his house at the end of a long day of work.

Aidan turns out to be full of surprises too. Who would have imagined the smartly dressed businessman would have a BDSM playroom in his attic and a collection of whips and canes that makes George’s head spin. And her bottom clench, though that’s another matter entirely. What does a girl have to do to get to play with those toys?

Just ask, it would seem. As they enter into a professional and personal agreement which soon blossoms into a sultry, kinky relationship, George continues to be surprised by Aidan's kindness and generosity, not to mention his skill with a spanking paddle.

First impressions aside, the two begin to build something together. And while they peel back the layers to discover their hidden depths, the old house yields up the mysteries of its own secret past. They soon realise that at first glance, nothing is ever quite as it seems.  

Buy Links : Amazon US         Amazon UK

And an excerpt…
“There’s still the attic. I’ll show you.” He led the way to a door off the landing and opened it to reveal another flight of stairs. “Before we go up, I should warn you, there are items in here you might find a little unusual. There again, you might not. If you have questions I’m happy to answer. But I’d prefer you not to discuss the contents of my home with anyone, if that's all right.”
George bristled, immediately on the defensive. “Mr Blake, I can assure you I am not a thief and I would never—”
“Oh, fuck, I never thought. Sorry, that is not what I meant. I know you wouldn’t…” He hesitated, then reached to cup her chin in his palm. “What I am about to show you is private, and personal. I’m asking you to respect that, that’s all.”
It never occurred to George to question his touching her, though it was the first time he had. She met his eyes, was captured by the ridiculously deep blue. His gaze was intense, serious, not frightening exactly, more—commanding. He frowned, his brow furrowing. She wished he wouldn't, she preferred his smile.
“I, of course. Yes.”
“You don't even know what it is you’re agreeing to.”
“You said I should respect your privacy. I can agree to that.” George’s response was whispered. It seemed the right tone, somehow.
“Don’t say any more until you’ve seen what’s in the attic room. Shall we?” He released her chin and gestured for her to precede him up the stairs.
There was no door at the top. The stairs simply emerged into a large room extending across the entire floor area of the house. It was bright, airy, the autumn sunshine streaming through large windows let into the roof. George stood at the top of the stairs and gazed around her. Her jaw dropped.
“Oh! What is this stuff?” She knew full well what she was looking at, but felt compelled to ask anyway.
“This is my play room. I bring guests here from time to time.”
“Yes, always women.” His tone was low, and although he did not touch her now George was intensely aware of Aidan’s presence right behind her.
“You—hurt them?” George’s attention was fixed on the St Andrew’s cross which dominated the centre of the room. A spanking bench was situated away to one side, and a stark looking double bed at the other. It had just a mattress, covered in a clean, white sheet. Pillows were piled alongside, on the bare floor. Most of the wall opposite her was covered in rows of hooks, from which hung implements of all sorts. Paddles, straps, whips, a vast selection of canes. There were ropes too, and cuffs in various colours and sizes arranged on a shelf. George said nothing more, just stood still, taking in the details.
She saw that restraints were attached to the four bedposts, and several large rings were suspended from beams in the ceiling at various positions around the room. There were some on the walls too. She could see that more items were partly concealed beneath the bed, a further collection of straps and buckles, and she caught sight of a length of chain. The floor was of polished wood, though several mats were scattered about.
He likes his guests to be comfortable then?
“I do cause pain, but only with permission. The women who come here like what I do to them.”
George had no doubt of that. None at all. Her pussy had started to clench the moment she entered and saw the equipment and implements. Her underwear was already soaked. Christ, if only Jake had possessed a fraction of the inclination Aidan Blake clearly did, she might have forgiven him his other failings.
But there again…
“Who? Who do you bring here? You have a—girlfriend?” Was that the correct term?
“Not a girlfriend as such, though I never lack for company if I want it. When I want it.”
Well, no, he wouldn't. Aidan Blake was one of the most attractive men she had ever encountered, and he clearly possessed an enviable range of skills. Women would be queueing three deep on the stairs.
“Oh.” She could think of nothing else to say, so settled for silence.

More about me…
I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.
I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
When not writing – which is not very often these days - my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a couple of dogs, two tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 
I have twenty seven (at the last count) titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too. Strong, demanding Doms are a given, often paired with new submissives who have a lot to learn.
I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.
Author links

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

~ : ~ Kallista Dane ~ His To Claim ~ : ~

After a newly rediscovered device for interstellar travel malfunctions drastically, biologist Alexis Sims ends up stranded on Iridia, a planet thought to have been rendered lifeless by terrible warfare centuries ago. To her surprise, Alexis soon discovers Iridia is home to a hardy tribe of warriors—primitive savages, to her eyes—who have found a way to survive on this harsh world. Ayron, a tough, skilled hunter, rescues Alexis and brings her to an underground city.

Once there, it rapidly becomes apparent that her place in this society will be quite different from what she is used to back on Earth. When she resists being stripped and bathed, she is held firmly over Ayron’s strong thighs for the first spanking of her life. Then after a thorough, intimate examination demonstrates her suitability as a mate, Alexis is turned loose in the outlands. The hunter who captures her will win the right to publicly lay claim to her in front of the entire city.

Though Ayron is undoubtedly the mightiest of the hunters, since the tragic loss of his family he has lived in grief. But when he comes upon Alexis naked in a cave, cowering before one of the most brutish men of the tribe, instinct wins out and he fights for her, defeats his foe, and takes her as his mate.

Despite her shock at his primitive ways, Ayron’s raw masculinity and utter dominance excites Alexis beyond anything she’s ever known, and soon she is blushing red and quivering with desire as he claims her in every way he pleases. Her need for him quickly grows into something much deeper, but even as he protects her from the dangers of a hostile planet she wonders whether she can ever truly heal his wounds and take her rightful place in his heart.

Publisher’s Note: His to Claim is a stand-alone book set in the same world as His to Command. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, exhibitionism, elements of medical play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

She took a few running steps, made another turn - and came face to face with Ayron.
“You’re alive!”
He grabbed her by the arm and shook her.  “No thanks to you.  Where in the name of all the gods did you think you were going?  Haven’t you learned you can’t survive out there all alone?”
“But I…”
He never gave her time to finish.  He grabbed the torch from her hand and shoved it into a crevice along with his own.  Then he dropped onto a nearby rock and pulled her face-down over his lap.  His hand cracked down on her naked bottom.
“I’ll teach you not to run away,” he growled, smacking her again.  
“Stop it!  I was only…”
Another vicious whack took her breath away.
“I don’t care what you thought you were doing.  You will nevernevernever leave my side again without permission.  Do you understand?”
He emphasized his words with harsh blows from the flat of his hand.  Lexi thought he’d spanked her hard when she refused to take off the cylerian.  But that had been nothing compared to the thrashing he was intent on delivering.  His palm connected with her bare bottom again.  She heard the crack, then hissed as the pain took hold, searing her tender skin with another lick of fire.
It was every bit as bad as the searing rays of the sun had been.  Worse, because she couldn’t escape into darkness, couldn’t cloak herself to stop the agony.  Every attempt she made to explain only seemed to fuel his outrage, earning her more fierce whacks.  She struggled against him.  But when her body rubbed up against the rock-hard bulge under his garment, it seemed to make him even angrier.
“You won’t be using that sweet little pussy to change my mind!  Not this time. You’re getting the spanking you deserve.  The spanking I should have given you long ago…”

Kallista’s Bio
        Like my ancestor Scheherezade, 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, gone scuba diving 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.

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Sunday, 20 September 2015

~ Check out Alex Reynold's New Release! ~

I am so honoured to have Alex Reynolds on my blog today sharing her brand new release The Sheriff's Little Girl! I found Alex on the internet a long time ago (long before I admitted my kink) so being able to share in the excitement of her new book is so cool! And this book looks great - it's on my ever-growing TBR list :)

You can find Alex here: Alex's blog and Amazon author page

After twenty-four-year-old Julie catches her boyfriend selling drugs out of a rehab clinic and he threatens to hurt her if she tells anyone about it, the world suddenly seems like a much harsher, more dangerous place. When she shows up at Sheriff Peter Mitchell’s office and explains the danger she’s in, it doesn’t take him long to decide that she needs to come home with him so he can watch over her while his men set up a sting operation to catch the man who threatened her.

Peter is more than ready to protect Julie from anyone who might try to harm her, but he is far less ready for just how badly the lazy, spoiled girl is in need of a firm hand applied to her bare bottom. Yet when he takes matters into his own hands and gives her the first spanking of her life, he finds that he wants nothing more than to hold her in his lap and comfort her afterwards.

Nobody has ever made Julie feel secure and loved the way Peter does, and soon she’s calling him daddy as he dresses her, gives her baths, puts her to bed, and makes sure she’s not scared of the dark. Peter will not put up with naughtiness from his little girl, and when she misbehaves his punishments leave her bottom burning and her cheeks blushing red, yet when he takes her in his arms and shows her how a man should love a woman her sore backside is quickly forgotten. But the stress of the ongoing investigation isn’t quite so easy to forget. Can Julie learn to trust her daddy to keep her safe no matter what?

Publisher’s Note: The Sheriff’s Little Girl is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Stand up, bend over, and put your hands on the seat of the chair,he ordered.
Julie stumbled to her feet and did as she was told, trying to keep her legs as closed as possible, but knowing that her thin thighs did little to hide her most private areas.
Peter must have noticed her attempts to keep her legs shut.
Spread your legs a little bit. You know that you cant hide your pretty little pussy from me.
Julie felt her face growing hot as she slowly inched her legs just slightly apart.
“Wider,” her daddy ordered.
She slid them just another inch further.
Peter responded by grabbing her leg and pulling it to where he wanted it to be, and giving her a light swat on her now exposed vulva.
Now thats better,” he told her with a grin. The embarrassment of exposure is part of what makes this punishment effective.
Julie couldnt stop blushing, unsure of what her daddy was going to do next.
He took a stance behind her and reached for his belt buckle.
Realization flashed in Julies mind. She felt a mixture of panic and of strong curiosity. What will this even feel like? she wondered.
Arch your back,Peter instructed.
Julie did her best to do as she was told while she was still craning her head around to see what was going on behind her. She was mesmerized by Peters hand as he unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled it through the loops.

Saturday, 19 September 2015

~ Cowboy Spanking in The Ways of the West ~

Welcome back to my blog for this week's Saturday Spankings!

The 8 sentences I'm sharing this week follow on from last week's excerpt:

Mr Jordan sighed. “We’ll do this the hard way then.”  
He dragged her over to the rock that had been blocking her escape just seconds ago and sat down on it, hauling her across his dusty thigh. 

With one hand on her back holding her firmly in place he swatted her again, putting a lot more power into the swats this time, spanking her hard and fast through her skirts and reducing her to a quivering, blubbering mess in no time.  Each smack felt like she was being branded with a hot iron, and the pain from one had barely registered when another hard swat was landing. 

The fire in her bottom was intensifying, building with every successive smack the big man laid down.  Jessica wriggled and squirmed, fighting to get away, but it was futile.  The hard leather of his chaps dug into her and rubbed against her roughly with every movement, and still the spanks kept falling.Mr Jordan seemed to be even stronger than Johnny was.

Orphaned by an attack on her family’s wagon train, Jessica finds herself stranded a thousand miles from Boston, the only home she has ever known. Only one man—a rough, dusty cowboy named Johnny—stands between her and the perils of the west, and he quickly makes it clear that he is ready to do whatever needs to be done to keep Jessica safe, whether she likes it or not.

When the unlikely pair stumble upon a cattle drive and they are both offered employment, Johnny doesn’t hesitate to accept. But after Jessica loudly expresses her disdain for his plan and for cowboys in general, Johnny decides it is time for drastic action. After a hard, embarrassing spanking followed by a tearful apology to the trail boss, Jessica is left with a sore backside and a strange yet undeniably powerful need to be held close and comforted by her handsome protector.

With Johnny by her side—and claiming an ever bigger place in her heart with each passing day—Jessica begins to adjust to life on the trail. But a cattle drive is a dangerous place for anyone, let alone a city girl with a penchant for disobedience. If he ever wants the chance to make Jessica his wife, Johnny knows he’s going to have to take her firmly in hand before she gets herself hurt or killed. Even if it means a painful, humiliating bare-bottom strapping she’ll never forget, one way or another he’ll teach her the ways of the west.

Publisher’s Note: The Ways of the West is an erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Mr Jordan was inspired by this man: Trail boss Gil Favor off Rawhide played by Eric Fleming

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Friday, 18 September 2015

New Release by Devlin O'Neill

Blurb: A half-century ago, The Avengers TV show blazed across the Atlantic and into the heart and mind of a very young Devlin O’Neill.  Now he presents his extravagant homage to this classic programme and its iconic characters.
The scene has shifted to Neverwasnia, O’Neill’s vast but private world, where his players are able to live out their fantasy roles, guided by the stern hand of an expert spankophile and master storyteller.
Jon Reed and Ella Teal, the dedicated professional and the talented amateur, are back, in dazzling black and white and living colour. They take up where they left off fifty-some years ago, as once more a dastardly mastermind appears to challenge the pair’s calmly superlative and ultra-British skill and aplomb.
The smoothly wicked arch-villain in this latest epic performs at his fiendish worst, abducting young, comely women from the very Ministry that employs our heroes, and Reed and Teal must again put themselves in harm’s way in order to save the country from evildoers. Shockingly, Ella’s bum is the primary target of this handsome scoundrel’s nefariousness, which leaves our Mrs. Teal wide-eyed with amazement, as well as anticipation.
Come with us now to the sparkling clear landscapes and foggy, frightful moors of far off, but oh so close, Neverwasnia, and read a tale you thought never could be told. 

It's live on Amazon now! 

Excerpt: As the dust of the crash settled, and Mrs. Teal glared at Mr. Reed’s disarming smile, a small paper rectangle wafted its way down toward her. With an eye roll, she reached out and snatched it from the air as suddenly and fiercely as a mongoose bites a hooded cobra.
Mrs. Teal, read one side of the calling card; We’re needed, announced the other.
Reed quickly discarded his rappelling harness and leather gloves, and brushed a few sprinkles of shattered glass from the sleeves of his perfectly tailored, six-button, Fond Street suit jacket. Mrs. Teal brandished the calling card at him like a stiletto.
“We are quits, Reed. I thought I had made that abundantly clear a year ago.”
He smiled his most charming, most disarming smile, and stepped forward to offer his arm.
“You are looking so very well, my dear, and your gymnastic skill continues to astound. Oh, and I must say that your ensemble does, indeed, become you.”
She sighed and, once again, rolled her eyes. “What do you want? Apart from a bit of random voyeurism, I mean. And why did you think it necessary to make such a startling entrance? That is, if I’m not treading on the official secrets act.”
His smile widened. “You do remember your training, then. Good.”
“That is not an answer. Now talk.”
He chuckled, said, “Excuse me a moment,” and walked to the wall beneath the window he had just smashed to pieces.
A slender cord dangled from the gaping hole above, and he pulled on the light nylon line. From the battered sill above fell a slim black umbrella, furled, its handle composed of a lacquered brass dragon’s head. He slipped the cord off his favorite gentleman’s prop, twirled it twice over in his fingers, and once more looked at Mrs. Teal. Her scowl deepened.
“Well? You’ve made your entrance, Reed. Now I want to know what you intend to do about the damage to my home.”
“Oh, that. The Ministry will take care of it, of course. I’ve already sent you the proper forms. Just fill them out and bung them back to Meely in Disbursements. She’ll have some lads round here tomorrow to sort it out.” His head tilted and his smile broadened. “That center pane was cracked, in any case, did you notice? I’ve done you a favor, after all.”
She turned away, her arms still tightly crossed, then quickly turned to face him again, eyes blazing. “Straight up, now. Why the action film sequence?”
He nodded and thumbed his left lapel to disclose his miniature body camera. “Annual fitness report, my dear. I was missing a tick mark in the Hot Pursuit Dramatic Entry box. You don’t mind, do you?”
Her eyebrows lifted an inch. “And if I did?”
His grin brightened the room. “Did you say something about a drink?”
“I did not, but you know where the drinks are.”
“Most kind, my dear. After you.” He pointed to the door with his umbrella, then smirked when she shook her head. “No?”
“No. You are far too fond of ogling my backside, and this unitard leaves very little to the imagination. I would rather you precede me.”
Eyes wide, Reed doffed his hat and bowed over it. “My dear, I never would so objectify a colleague, you must believe me.”
Mrs. Teal’s laugh sparkled about the gym as she shook her head. “That is arrant nonsense, and you know it, Jon Reed. Go on, then.”
Disappointment clouded his face. “Are you sure? After all, ladies first.”
She shook her head. “Voyeuristic vandals first, in this instance. After you.”
He adjusted the steel-rimmed bowler on his head as he walked toward the door. Mrs. Teal grabbed a big towel from a stack next to the exit and wrapped it around her waist like a skirt as she followed him out.

Read the entire first chapter on Devlin's blog HERE