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Saturday, 15 September 2018

His Midnight Sun by Viviana MacKade #spotlight #romance





Tormented, fierce, and broken, sculptor Aidan Murphy has judged himself guilty. He yearns for love but pushes everyone away. He longs for acceptance but has lost the key to open his heart. Until he meets Summer Williams. Beautiful and smart, Dr. Williams promises haven for a man who believes he deserves none. All he has to do is let her in and risk his heart and soul.
Summer’s managed to keep her inner light alive, even through tragedy. She’s created a new life for herself and her daughter in Crescent Creek with loving, caring and fun friends–well, except brooding, breathtaking Aidan. She’s used to keeping away from his type, though. All she has to do is ignore the pull of a man who’s turning up to be much more than snarls and storms. Will her compassion and medical instincts let her?
Love can heal a broken soul and shake up a timid heart. Or it can unleash devastation and revenge.
Will Aidan and Summer survive the hurricane?


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THE AUTHOR
Beach bum and country music addicted, Viviana lives in a small Floridian town with her husband and her son, her die-hard fans and personal cheer squad. She spends her days between typing on her beloved keyboard, playing in the pool with her boy, and eating whatever her husband puts on her plate (the guy is that good, and she really loves eating). Besides beaching, she enjoys long walks, horse-riding, hiking, and pretty much whatever she can do outside with her family.

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Wednesday, 12 September 2018

The Master By #Ashe Barker and #Katy Swann #eroticromance #dominance #spanking #sportsromance HEA




“It’s just you and me. And the business end of a paddle, obviously.”

 

Gritty, compelling, insanely sexy


Publications, 2018

Release Date 16 August 2018
Contemporary erotic romance, romantic suspense, sports romance
61000 words
HEA ending


He’s her Master … in every way possible





Teaser Snippets

“You like that?” groaned Dylan and pinched again. “You like a bit of pain while you’re being fucked?”

It hadn’t escaped Dylan’s notice that his star pupil was fucking gorgeous. He was male, after all, and
he had a pulse. How could he fail to appreciate that curvy, sexy little body, so supple, exquisitely
toned, and supremely fit?

“But he spanked you. I may not be an expert in taekwondo, but I’m pretty sure it’s not normal
practice for a coach to spank his pupil.”

“Maybe we can salvage something from this. You want a spanking, I want to teach you the
consequences of disregarding my rules. Ergo…”

“There was a connection between us, you know? I’m sure he felt it too. I know his cock did. You
should have seen the bulge in his trousers.”
“It’s just you and me. And the business end of a paddle, obviously.”

Her ass burned like it had been whipped with fire.
“You accept my right to do this, as your master, in the dojang and out of it. I have the right to discipline you.
Agreed?”

“Your ass looks beautiful with my marks on it.”

“It’s heavier than a belt, stiffer. And it’s designed for this purpose. The tawse was the favoured
instrument of correction for hundreds of years north of the border.” He allowed his lips to curl in a
half smile. “Those Scots knew a thing or two about discipline.”

She’d asked herself before which was the lesser of two evils, but there was no lesser option.
Either of the two evils would ultimately destroy her.

A decent beating had a way of scrambling a submissive’s responses so that pain and pleasure became
mixed together. Dylan had no desire to disentangle them.

“Think of the ginger, Jodie. Do. Not. Come.”

“It’s your moods that have got you into this situation. Tonight, your ass pays the price for it.” He
lowered himself until they were nose to nose. “It won’t be fun, and you can leave your pissy attitude
at the door. Do not expect to enjoy yourself this evening.”

He was trying to be her dom and her coach, and he was starting to fear that he was failing at both.

I own you, Jodie Price, and don’t you forget it.

She had lost the one thing that had been saving her from hitting the depths of despair.

When I fuck you, Jodie, it won’t be here. You will be tied to my bed, helpless and begging for mercy


Olympic glory and her dream Dom … has she found the one man who can fulfil both roles?

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Blurb
After her long-time taekwondo instructor passes away suddenly, Jodie Price is certain her dreams of
Olympic glory have been dashed, and she is thrilled when bold, handsome coach Dylan Atkins offers
his help. But Dylan’s training regimen will be more rigorous than anything Jodie has experienced
before, and she quickly discovers that he is a firm believer in strict discipline.

When she is caught drinking in defiance of Dylan’s rules, Jodie soon finds herself sobbing and
promising to do better as she is thoroughly paddled. Dylan’s stern correction arouses her deeply,
however, and it isn’t long before he takes her in his arms and masters her completely. But though his
killed, dominant lovemaking leaves her utterly spent and satisfied, will Jodie trust him enough to tell
him the truth when a powerful sponsor tries to use their romance to blackmail her?

Publisher’s Note: The Master includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you,
please don’t buy this book.

Author Synopsis

Life can’t get any better, can it?

Jodie Price has landed a hot new taekwondo coach and the offer of sponsorship to get her to the
Tokyo Olympics. She needs to be at peak physical fitness for the qualifying championships so she’s
more than willing to promise there’ll be no more drinking or partying until after the selection is over.
But she can’t resist one last fling before the work starts in earnest. After all, one night at her favourite
BDSM club won’t do any harm…

But she hadn’t bargained on her sexy new coach being a dom, and when she literally bumps into Dylan
Atkins at the club he’s determined to show her that he’s her master, in the dungeon as well as in the
dojang. A hard spanking settles the matter.

Jodie and Dylan agree to put their relationship on hold and concentrate on their sport, but they
can’t keep their hands off each other. It’s not long before Jodie ends up in his bed with her ass burning
from another punishment. Their relationship deepens, and Jodie’s life seems perfect as she sets her
sights firmly on making it to Tokyo with Team GB.

But when she discovers that the very person she thought of as her saviour is out to destroy her
career with blackmail and threats she doesn’t know where to turn. Worse, the repercussions are
affecting her relationship with Dylan. Suddenly, she has a lot more to lose than just her dreams of
Olympic gold.

Excerpt

“Your ass looks beautiful with my marks on it,” he said, his voice gruff. “I can’t wait to give you some
more. Next time it will hopefully be a more pleasurable experience for both of us.”
“Yes, Sir. You have my word that you won’t need to punish me again. Now, will you please fuck me?”
He chuckled. “Impatient little sub, aren’t you?”
Then, finally, he plunged in, making her gasp with the fullness of such a large intrusion. He seated
himself deep inside her, stretching her and forcing her to take the whole length of him. She groaned as little darts of pleasure zinged through her body. “Oh, God,” she cried as he eased himself out, hovered just inside her entrance then drove back in again, harder, deeper than before. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, held her head in place, and started to pound into her like a primal warrior. Every thrust was brutal, verging on painful yet she wanted more… harder…
He rammed into her with such force that the bedframe knocked against the wall, each bang
reinforcing his ferocious onslaught. Her whole body felt alive, buzzing with endorphins that released
her pent-up frustrations, especially when Dylan reached down with his free hand and found her hard,
swollen clit. He pinched it, sending sharp bites of pain into her pot of swirling pleasure, making her cry
out.
“You like that?” groaned Dylan and pinched again. “You like a bit of pain while you’re being fucked?”
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped, bucking against his hand. “I think I’m going to come soon.”
“Don’t you dare come until I say you can.” He pinched her aching nub harder and she let out a strangled
yelp. Then he rubbed her hot juices over it, soothing it, luring her into a false sense of security before
squeezing again.
He took her to the brink of release over and over, inflicting just the right amount of pain with
each powerful thrust until she didn’t think she could hold on any longer. “Please, Sir,” she begged,
“please…”
“Okay, come now, Jodie,” he growled and slapped her ass so hard that she screamed.


About Ashe Barker
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of
genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel.
She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives,
often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding
smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories
never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

About Katy Swann


Katy lives in Kent, UK with her husband, three children and three cats. She writes erotic BDSM romance
with a strong emphasis on Dominance and submission. Katy explores both the emotional and sexual
elements of D/s, with Doms that are firm but caring and submissives that are strong and feisty. 


She loves the 4 C’s: cats, chocolate, champagne and coffee. When she’s not writing she spends her
me as a glorified taxi driver for her children and even finds time now and then to indulge in her
interests, which include Tai Chi, dance, music, aviation and reading. 

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Thursday, 30 August 2018

The Gory Tale of Lord Uxbridge's Leg


The Gory Tale of Lord Uxbridge’s Leg
Lord Uxbridge portrayed by Henry Edridge in 1808, before the loss of his leg
·         From Wikimedia Commons published anywhere before 1923 and public domain in the U.S.

Lord Uxbridge: “By God, Sir, I’ve lost my leg.”
Wellington: “By God, Sir, so you have.”

During the battle of Waterloo, Lord Uxbridge commanded the allied cavalry and 44 guns of the horse artillery. Eight horses were shot from under him in the conflict. In the dying moments of the battle, a cannon shot hit his right leg.
Did he panic?
Did he complain?
No, he turned to Wellington, all stiff upper lip and sangfroid. “By God, Sir, I’ve lost my leg.”
The remains of his leg needed amputating below the knee. Dr. John Hume operated in the house of M. Paris in the village of Waterloo.
There was no antiseptic or anesthetic. Uxbridge’s only comment: -
“The knives seem somewhat blunt.”
Five days after the battle, the Prince Regent created Uxbridge Marquess of Anglesey and made him a Knight Grand Cross of the Order of the Bath.
BUT
His leg took on a life of its own.  
M. Paris buried the leg in his garden. Soon visitors arrived, making it a shrine. First, they’d view the blood covered chair where Uxbridge had sat, then they’d visit the leg’s grave.
The tombstone read:
 Here lies the Leg of the illustrious and valiant Earl Uxbridge, Lieutenant-General of His Britannic Majesty, Commander in Chief of the English, Belgian and Dutch cavalry, wounded on the 18 June 1815 at the memorable battle of Waterloo, who, by his heroism, assisted in the triumph of the cause of mankind, gloriously decided by the resounding victory of the said day.
However, someone added:
Here lies the Marquis of Anglesey's limb;
The Devil will have the remainder of him.

The King of Prussia and the Prince of Orange were among the visitors to the gory exhibit.

In 1878, Uxbridge’s son visited the site. He discovered the bone wasn’t buried but on public display. Horrified, he demanded the return of the bones to England. The Paris family refused to give them up and demanded he buy it from them.
The Belgium Ministry of Justice intervened and ordered the bones reburied. When the last M. Paris died, his widow found the bones in his study along with documents proving their origin.
Fearing a scandal, she burned everything.
After a successful military career and stint as Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, Uxbridge died in 1854. 
His leg outlasted him by 56 years.
* * * *
Why my interest in the blood and gore of Waterloo?
As well as my paranormal and contemporary romance, I’ve written two Regency Romances, one  set in and around Brussels at the time of Waterloo. The second features a hero who survived the battle but has the Georgian equivalent of PTSD


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Blurb for Wickedly Used


While he is no stranger to pleasurable company from ladies of the night, Major Richard Rothbury of the royal dragoons is not the kind of man who will stand idly by as a woman is taken against her will, and when he witnesses a disreputable cad attempting to force himself on a girl in a back alley, he does not hesitate to intervene.

But after the grateful young woman offers herself to Rothbury, he is shocked to discover that not only was she no harlot, she was a maiden and he has deflowered her. Furious at the girl’s scandalous behavior and her carelessness with her own safety, Rothbury chastises her soundly.

Though she is due to inherit one of the largest fortunes in England, the fact that she cannot touch the money until she marries or turns thirty has kept Elizabeth completely at the mercy of her cruel uncle, and for years she has been treated as if she were a servant. Her encounter with Lord Rothbury is by far the most exciting thing that has ever happened to her, but while he shows great concern for her safety, he refuses to believe that she is anything more than a serving girl.

Despite having made it clear that he doesn’t consider a match between them to be possible, when Elizabeth disobeys him Rothbury proves more than ready to strip her bare, punish her harshly, and then enjoy her beautiful body in the most shameful of ways. But can she dare to hope that he will one day make her his wife, or is she destined to spend her life being wickedly used?

Publisher’s Note: Wickedly Used includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Blurb  - His Innocent Bride


Going about her mundane life in a small fishing village, Alethea never dreamed she would end up with a man like the Earl of Deanswood, yet when she caught the handsome gentleman's eye he wasted no time in making her his wife. Unbeknownst to Alethea, however, her conniving mother has convinced Deanswood that she has no interest in the marital bed. Devastated by his seeming disinterest, Alethea searches for someone to instruct her in the ways of enticing a man.

When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea's plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea's life is threatened by her mother's vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?


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



Tuesday, 28 August 2018

A Strange Sort of Bargain #MFRWHooks #Regency #Romance #Suspense


Viscount Stonehurst looked younger than she’d expected, but he’d judged her a servant by her clothes. “You’re the wicked viscount? You don’t look debauched.”
Dark-haired and tall, he dressed as well as Deanswood, but he was more Mars—the dark God of War—to her husband’s blond Apollo. He pinned her with a cold glare, lounged in the wingback chair, his right ankle over his left knee. “I don’t interview servants, neither do I buy from hawkers. State your business and leave.”
Hard as she tried to look away, her gaze felt glued to his wooden leg. Now she’d seen his articulated ankle joint it both fascinated and horrified her.
Stonehurst followed her gaze. “A legacy of Waterloo. Pay it no heed. I don’t.”
She stood tall and met his gaze, but she felt surprised her voice didn’t shake. “First, my lord, can I trust your discretion?”
He laughed, showing his perfect white teeth. “If you couldn’t, I wouldn’t have any… visitors. You can take my discretion as a given.”
Alethea took a deep breath. “Yesterday was my wedding day. It doesn’t matter who my husband is, but I need to know about the…”
The gentleman’s smile turned mocking. “Not keen on the wedding bed, sweetheart?”
She blushed and tried to gather her thoughts. “I don’t know. I mean, I think I might be, but my husband didn’t… I mean… This is embarrassing. He never came to my bedchamber. I don’t know how to make him want me. I need an experienced man to tutor me and I am willing to pay you five guineas per lesson.”
He rose to his feet and limped to the window, but she thought he struggled to keep his face straight. “I rent out my rooms, not my body. However, I know someone who could both tutor you and cover the costs. I’ll send a note around to Deanswood House with the details. A word of advice, sweetheart. If the answer’s no, don’t ask anyone else. They won’t be as understanding as my friend.”
With her mask firmly in place, she’d thought to keep her identity secret. If the ton got wind of her scheme, her reputation would be in tatters. Deanswood would never want her then. “How did you know?”
He opened the door for her to leave. “You’re obviously a lady and the only member of the ton to marry yesterday was Deanswood. But, like I said, I know how to be discreet.”
Alethea’s feet felt glued to the floor as her plans disintegrated around her. Despite her dry mouth, she again met his gaze. “I have to trust you, but this will only work if I stay masked. Tell my tutor anonymity is key. If he tries to remove my mask, I will leave.”
There. She’d done it. She’d made an assignation with a man who wasn’t her husband. She needed information, but driving this bargain made her feel like a slut.


This post is part of the MFRWHooks blog hop. Please check out my fellow writers hooks using the links at the foot of the post

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Publisher’s Blurb



Going about her mundane life in a small fishing village, Alethea never dreamed she would end up with a man like the Earl of Deanswood, yet when she caught the handsome gentleman's eye he wasted no time in making her his wife. Unbeknownst to Alethea, however, her conniving mother has convinced Deanswood that she has no interest in the marital bed. Devastated by his seeming disinterest, Alethea searches for someone to instruct her in the ways of enticing a man.

When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea's plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea's life is threatened by her mother's vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?

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

More about Kryssie Fortune.


Kryssie reads everything and anything, from literary fiction to sizzling romance. Her earliest memory is going to the library with her mother. She can’t have been more than two at the time. Reading, especially when a book’s hot and explicit, is more than a guilty pleasure. It’s an obsession.
Kryssie loves to visit historic sites, from Hadrian’s wall to Regency Bath. The first book she fell in love with was Georgette Heyer’s The Unknown Ajax. After that, she devoured every regency book she could. After a while, they went out of fashion, but part of Kryssie’s psyche lives in in in Regency London. She longs to dance quadrilles and flirt behind fans. Of course, Kryssie’s heroines do far more than flirt.
Kryssie lives in Bridlington on the Yorkshire coast –about thirty miles from Whitby, where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. She enjoys gardening, travel, and socializing with her author friends. You’d be surprised how many erotic romance authors live in the North of England.