xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune

Monday, 13 January 2020

PIRATES, PASSION AND PLUNDER #KU #pirates #anthology

What's a lady to do when she's boarded by ruthless brigands and barbarous buccaneers, kidnapped on the lawless High Seas?
Stripped to the skin by piercing eyes.  
Captive and claimed by rough, strong hands. 
She knows it's forbidden but how can she resist... a pirate's pleasure.

*Warning : Bodices will be ripped!* 

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by Victoria Vale

by Ashe Barker

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by Vanessa Brooks 

by Sky Purington

by Lee Savino

by Felicity Brandon

by Marie Hall

by Sue Lyndon and Celeste Jones 

by Jane Burrelli 

by Jaye Peaches

by Measha Stone

by S. Cinders

by Simone Leigh

by Mariah Stone 

by Emily Tilton

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Edwards’s Law by Felicity Brandon

The Dexterity—designed to be the pride of the King’s navy, is mine.

Or, at least, she should have been, had the scoundrel Edward Law not waltzed into Christy’s auction house and stolen her from right under my nose.

But if Law thinks he can claim what rightfully belongs me to me, then he has another thing coming.

No man can make demands on me, be he gentleman, or otherwise.

I won’t concede to his dark, brooding eyes. I won’t surrender to his iron will.

Edward Law means nothing to me…

Snippet from Edward’s Law

Edward smiled. “As you can see, I have news of my own.”

He tilted his head in the direction of Alice, and for an excruciating moment, both men turned and regarded her. Alice’s face burned with embarrassment, and instinctively, she lowered her gaze, her attention falling on the stiff ropes at her wrists.

“A woman, Captain?”

“Very observant, Carlisle,” said Edward with a laugh. “Yes, a stowaway by the name of Alice Jaggers.”
“But a woman, sir,” the other man repeated. “It’s bad luck to have a woman onboard.”

Alice lifted her chin with interest. Bad luck, huh? This could be her way off the vessel altogether.
“Only if you subscribe to superstitions,” countered Law in an amused tone. “Which as you know, I do not. It is not luck that has brought us good fortune in the past but our own fortitude.”

Carlisle raised his brows but said nothing to protest. “How did she get on board, sir? And what are we to do with her?”

Alice’s belly twisted at the last question, her gaze darting once more to Edward Law. Until today, he was a man she had barely even contemplated—the man at the auction, a name on a list at Christie’s, but nothing more. Now, it seemed Mr. Law held Alice’s destiny in his hands, and she was heady with the new reality.

“I found her hidden in my quarters,” explained Edward as he turned to face Alice. “As for your second query, Carlisle, we are not going to do anything with her. As captain, our guest is my responsibility.”

She gulped at the way he made that sound, suddenly unsure if she should be grateful or afraid—worse was the way Alice’s body was reacting to the tattered captain. Where she had previously been disgusted by the sight of the man, she was fast becoming compelled. The weight of his stare and his authoritative presence had affected Alice in ways she could never have foreseen, and as she met his gaze again, she was perturbed by the way heat pooled beneath her gown.

“I should like you to stand guard outside my door while I address the crew.” Edward’s focus was back on Carlisle now. “I am sure you can understand I cannot have any of the men stumbling upon her by mistake.”

Carlisle turned to look at Alice, his brown eyes drilling into her. “Aye, sir,” he responded after a moment. “I can understand.”

Law moved toward him, resting his hand on the shorter man’s shoulder. “I would trust only you with this objective, my friend,” he said solemnly. “Keep her safe for me.”

“You can count on me, Captain,” Carlisle smiled, revealing two crooked front teeth.

“Good. Then I must depart.” Law turned in Alice’s direction, fixing her with a hard stare. “I shall not be long, but until that time, behave yourself.”

Alice pulled in a deep breath as both men stalked from the room. She watched as the door slammed closed behind them, imagining Carlisle waiting just beyond. A potent myriad of emotions stirred as she heard what she assumed to be Law’s boots pacing away.

No man had ever spoken to her that way. Even her father had treated his only daughter with courtesy and respect when he addressed her.

Alice blinked, shaking her head as she processed what she was feeling.

On the one hand, she was embarrassed at her current predicament, entirely of her own making, and no idea how it would be reconciled, but on the other hand, she was seething with indignation at the way she had been treated. The way Law had spoken to her—dressing her down like a servant. Her face flamed as she recalled his proximity and the way he had touched her—the nerve of the man—then had somehow made her admit the error of her ways aloud. That was a feat no one had achieved before. Alice may have been guilty, but she would never have admitted such, especially to a stranger.

She sighed, eyeing the captain’s quarters as she struggled against the ropes. Being bound this way was intolerable—just like Law’s insufferable arrogance and the way he made assumptions about Alice. He assumed she would obey him and would be pliant to his plans. She snorted—the man had a lot to learn about Alice Jaggers if he thought she would remain compliant. She had not sneaked her way on board just to end up his bound captive, yet even as resentment burned in her blood, there was also something else. His commanding presence, just like the bondage, had stirred something in Alice.

Something she had not expected.

Something that felt like desire.

Tuesday, 7 January 2020

Someone's in Trouble #MFRWHooks #Waterloo #Veteran #trouble

Happy New Decade.
I'm delighted to share another excerpt from my book The Viscount's Pet
Please read and enjoy


Stonehurst woke with the dawn. After strapping on his artificial leg, he took a stroll before breakfast. The inn’s cobbled courtyard was deserted, so he walked along a narrow alleyway that led to the sea. A faint smell of seaweed greeted him as he emerged by the beach. Well past high tide, only a few boats remained in the harbor.

A weary figure trudged toward the stragglers. Julianna Halstead! Alone, and her furtive manner suggested she was up to mischief. Her tawny beauty drew him, but her morals disgusted him. And why didn’t her brother make her behave?

She roused something strong and possessive inside him. Every cell in his body cried out for him to dominate and claim her. She came in layers, each one more fascinating than the other. He could drown in her complexity.

Predatory and dominant, he prowled after her. Raw need shot through him. He wanted to care for her and stop her taking foolish risks. If another man hurt or abused her, he’d unleash his savage side.

Cool air cleared his brain. Susanna Halstead had manipulated him and almost trapped him into marriage. His actions had been stupid and naïve. 
He’d never been so relieved as when his grandparents whisked him away to London. Only when they bought him a commission and sent him to war, they could have signed his death warrant.

No wonder his father had raged against their plans. They’d taken extreme steps to keep him out of a title-hungry female’s clutches.

Now, ten years after casting him off, his father demanded that he come home. Stonehurst would ride to St. Keverne today—or maybe tomorrow—and get the meeting over with.

After the incident with Susanna, he’d never trust Julianna with his heart. Better to spank some sense into her and hand her over to her brother. 
There’d be a reckoning between him and Kit Halstead, too. No decent man would let his sister run wild.

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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 Pet is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used and His Innocent Bride. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Monday, 6 January 2020

Bound to the Past - Media Kit The Lighthouses of Devmaer, prequel by Libby Campbell #romance #fantasy #scifi #naughty

They’ve been separated for four years. Is their love still burning hot?

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Will they finally find the love that was denied to them?

Freja, rescued from the flesh markets of Silvelea at a young age, has learned firsthand how difficult life is for orphan girls on the planet of Devmaer. Her “rescue” landed her in the harsh world of Matron Cass Warren’s Girls Crib, where young girls are groomed to be sold off as mates to the highest bidder as soon as they reach maturity.

At eighteen Freja was drawn to Déak Ryba, the first man to ever show her kindness. But he didn’t stand a chance against Iwon Sándor’s money and power. Iwon claimed Freja’s hand, condemning her to a miserable life of abuse and neglect. 

After three long-suffering years, Freja’s matehood was cut short by his untimely death.

For the first time in her life Freja finds herself free - free to work like a slave to repay the staggering debts Iwon left her. During her final ritual as his widow, a freak accident sweeps her out to sea and remarkably, right back into Déak’s arms.

Can the love that Déak and Freja once shared possibly have survived long years of separation? Will they finally claim the shared life that was denied them? Or will their happiness be stolen again by the sinister forces circling at the edge of their lives?

This novella is a prequel to Bound To The Admiral, book 1 in The Lighthouses of Devmaer series. It introduces the alien world of the planet Devmaer as well as some of the minor characters. 

While it is a part of a series, it has a satisfying ending and can be read as a standalone.

Disclaimer: Bound to the Past is a second chance, fantasy-world romance. Along with a happily-ever after ending, it has some very steamy scenes, including elements of power exchange and discipline.

Love is tough. Tough enough to last a long and painful separation.


Déak pushed open the bedroom door and deposited Freja gently on a bed that was bigger than the shack she’d just vacated. It was covered with a rich cotton duvet that matched the green of the padded headboard.

“Unfortunately, there is only one bedroom.” His lips twitched as he sat and leaned over her. Then he kissed her. Forehead. Cheeks. Lips. And lips again. She began to slide, to lose herself in the magic of his touch. She had to get control.

She wriggled away and stood up on the far side of the bed. Lifting her chin and putting her hands on her hips, she surveyed the room like a visiting monarch. “This will do me just fine. But where are you going to sleep?”

In two strides Déak was beside her. A second later she was over his knee and his hand was landing fast and firmly. “Are you going to share the bedroom?” he asked as he swatted her.

“I’ll think about it.” She was laughing so hard she could barely speak. 

This was what she wanted. She wanted him to make the decision for her, to show her that he understood her needs. Right now, she needed to be free from any sensation other than the rising and falling of his powerful hand. She loved the gentle spanking that was his way of showing that he understood her needs.
“Are you thinking about it now?”

He’d lifted the thin fabric of her housedress and dragged down her panties. The pace slowed as he allowed each smack to register full force on her tender bottom.

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

The Lighthouses of Devmaer

Time Travel:

Contemporary Romance:

Festive Fire – a Christmas romance
Romancing the Coasta 3 book box set. Individual titles available separately.
Simon in Chargea 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. 

Connect with Libby Campbell: 

Sign up for her newsletter here: Libby Campbell newsletter 
Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell
Follow her on Twitter: @LibbyC26 
Visit her Amazon author page: https://amazon.com/author/libbycampbell
Join her in the Facebook group Sexy Spanking Authors & Readers group

Question and answers with Libby Campbell

Why fantasy?

I wanted to create a new world, in some ways a gentler one. I read lots of fantasy and decided to seek adventure in lands of my own making.

In some ways it’s really freeing to be in a world where I make the rules. But then I have to remember them all! So the freedom is curtailed by the demands of continuity.

What was your inspiration for Bound to the Past?

I wrote this book as a gift to readers. I wanted to invite them into the alien world of Devmaer, to meet some of the wonderful characters who live there. 

Of course, the ocean is involved. One of favorite almost-daily things to do is walk the rocky beaches near my home. It was on one of those walks that this story started to take shape.

What happens both below and above the waves interests me. This is the first time in any of my books that any of the action is underwater.

What was Freja’s last name before she was mated with Iwon?

No one knows her birth name. All the girls in the Crib are given Matron’s name, Warren. So her name in the citizen register would be Freja Warren. I picked Matron’s surname because one of our local theater companies was staging Mrs. Warren’s Profession when I was writing this.

We’ll see more of Freja’s homeland, and learn a bit more about her family in Silvelea with book 3.

Déak and Freja get together again after four years and are still in love. Is a four-year separation with a loving reunion more fantasy? 

Ha. No. Not at all. I’ve read a lot of personal stories about this type of thing. 

And I have firsthand experience:

My husband and I met scuba diving on a beach in Vancouver. A short, steamy affair followed. He went back to Australia and we tried to forget each other, not writing or phoning for years. Major fail. Five years later we met again in Melbourne. Six months after that I moved across the world and didn’t look back. 

When love is right, it’s right. People gave us six months but here we are, many years later, living our HEA.