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

Friday, 20 October 2017

Sweet music in the BDSM club. #Satspanks #BDSM #excerpt

Happy Saturday. It’s spanking time again. This week I’m sharing from my latest release, 
Submission, Sex, and Soldier. 

My story starts in Masked Nights BDSM Club. The vetting committee  assign members new identities and masks. Luke, my hero, channels Erik from Phantom of the Opera in his cloak, top hat, and mask. Kathryn is Coco Starr.
Master Erik has Coco naked and bound with her hands over her head. He’s clamped her nipples with pincers that have bells on them. Her every movement creates sweet music.  




Excerpt

He stepped back, and she felt the soft caress of suede run down her spine. The slightly furred feel of it against her skin made her sigh in her bonds. A shiver ran from her head to her toes, making the bells clamped on her nipples chime like a fairy song.
A gentle brush of the flogger felt like a warm caress. Gradually, he upped the pace, the suede’s caress tingling with the lightest pain. Heat flooded her across her shoulders as the suede drew blood to the surface.
When Master Erik increased the pressure, she lost her balance and hung for a moment in her cuffs. Nerves made her throat tighten. Even breathing came hard. No one had ever flogged her before. Her innards clenched when she silently cataloged all the things that could go wrong. She almost safe worded him, but he steadied her and waited until she relaxed.


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      Can a veteran with PTSD find love with a woman his flashback terrified?


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Blurb

Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, has a new sub. She's shy and inexperienced, but willing. As he teaches her about sensation play, she fears he'll really hurt her and screams her safewords at him. Her reaction causes Luke to have a flashback. Although he's clawing his way back to normal, he suffers from PTSD. Determined to get well, he contacts a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge.

Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.

Circumstances force them to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? Or is she just a temporary sub in residence?



#eroticromance #kryssiefortune #dominance #spanking #military #Romance #adventure


 #HEA
Approximately 63,500 words



Thursday, 19 October 2017

Pst! Like hot sexy scenes? Great. Vote for me please. #hot #excerpt

Here I go again!
Thank you if you voted for me. I'm still giddy over my scene making the quarter finals.
This time the scene I'm against is super hot.  
Please take a look, and if you can, vote for me. 
It's the same scene as last time, from Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier. 



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My Scene

Possibilities, scenarios, and desires cascaded through Kathryn’s brain like dominoes. Luke’s suggestion that they tick off another item on her sensual to-do list started a slow-burning fire inside her. Warmth flowed through her, building, burning, until it turned into an inferno. Her nipples tingled, and her pussy ached as new desires consumed her.
How Luke made her horny by accepting her refusal was beyond her. She followed him into the kitchen. “Which one?”
He looked over his shoulder. “Huh? Which what? Oh, the things on your fantasy list. I’d never push you to do anything you didn’t want, so like I said, it doesn’t matter.”
Kathryn moved in close. “Tell me what you had planned.”
His slow smile spread over his face. “First, I’d need you naked, your beautiful nipples bare and your cunt wet with desire.”
She should run away and never look back, but his words sent her into sensual overdrive. The intensity in his gaze made her breath catch in her throat. Her cunt was already wet for him, and she craved his hands on her body or his tongue teasing her clit. Lost in a world of desire, she unfastened the top button of her blouse and ran her tongue over her lips. “And then?”
His gaze fastened on her hand as she opened the next button. He coughed to clear his throat, then told her, “Next, I’d run my hands over your curves before rubbing my fingers over your clit. Not that I’d let you come yet.”
She undid the third button. “I’d want to come for you.”
He smiled and undid the next button. “Not yet. Not until I’ve tossed you over my shoulder and carried you into the bedroom.”
Panting slightly, she undid the remaining buttons and slid the blouse from her shoulders. As it pooled on the floor, she unhooked her bra and let it fall atop her blouse. “I’d be so turned on by that. So wet and willing. Would you let me come then?”
His gray-eyed gaze heated with desire. “You’re a very impatient girl. No. You can’t come until I’ve spread-eagled you over the bed and tied you in place. I bought some silk ties especially for us to use. They’d be soft and strong against your wrists and ankles as you writhed for my touch. I’d drive you crazy with desire, always letting you come close to orgasm but backing off rather than taking you over the edge.”
She closed her eyes and unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. “I’d beg you to let me come.”
Kathryn stood with her breasts bared, her eyes glazed with desire, so turned on by Luke’s words, her breath came in quick, eager pants.
He mesmerized her with his gaze. “You’d have to wait until I’d clamped your nipples and gone down on you. I’d suck your clit and feast on your intimate juices.”
Lost in the pictures their words conjured up, she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. “Would you let me come then? I’d be desperate and needy, on fire for you. I’d want your cock in my mouth or my pussy. I’d let you come.”
As if propelled by an invisible force, he threw her over his shoulder, marched to his bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed. Before she could squeal, he had her tied in place, legs spread to give him easy access to her cunt.
She tested her bonds, but they held her motionless and at his mercy. Luke leaned in and sucked one nipple between his lips, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. Once it stood erect and proud, he fastened a clothespin on it. He repeated everything with her other nipple, again clamping it in a clothespin. “Say mercy if things get too much.”
She nodded and licked her lips, but he resisted her unspoken demand for a kiss and nibbled his way down her belly. A gentle tug at her pubic hair made her squeak and rotate her hips. His fingers rimmed her rear entrance while he lapped at her pussy.

Her eyes opened wide when he slipped his little finger in her ass. “I’ve never… Oh, God, don’t stop.” 


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Monday, 16 October 2017

Can Sylvie Gatecrash the Party? PG13 #excerpt #MFRWhooks #bookhooks #werewolves


This week, I'm going back to my first Scattered Siblings story - To Wed a Werewolf.

Please enjoy the opening few paragraphs. I hope it whets your appetite for more. If it does, check out the other posts my fellow writers have shared. 


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Excerpt from To Wed a Werewolf

“I told you”—a huge hand landed on each of Sylvie’s shoulders—“you’re not welcome here.”
The damn security guard had already turned her away twice, but he definitely looked good in a tux. She could get a neck ache staring up at his towering wall of muscle and menace, but she liked the way his blond hair curled over his collar. His broad shoulders and long, lean physique made her heart beat a machine-gun rhythm, but his clear gray eyes narrowed when he realized she’d sneaked back again.
Although her breasts perked up and demanded his attention, the attraction certainly wasn’t mutual. Maybe she shouldn’t have crept in with the caterers, but he’d left her no choice. Why did he have to be huge, imposing, and so sexy he made her mouth water? Damn it, she was lusting after another Lykae, and people’s lives were at stake here.
Desperate to speak to the bride or groom, she grabbed a tray of drinks from a side table and slammed it into his stomach. Wine splattered the walls. Glasses shattered as they crashed onto the marble floor. The Lykae growled in annoyance, but the tray bounced off him like it had hit a brick wall.
“Violent little thing, aren’t you?” He never flinched. “But I’m definitely up for the fight.”
He stalked toward her, his eyes—dirty ice diamonds—condemned her, and she quickly dropped her gaze.

Great! Now I’m staring at his dick. But it’s definitely worth a second look.





Blurb

Sylvie's more human librarian than half-blood Fae princess and she definitely prefers books to men. Then, she learns her unwanted Lykae fiancée is marrying someone else. If she doesn't stop the wedding, the Fae will resume the border war with the Werewolf nation. A high-handed Lykae security guard blocks her every move, and when her plans go awry, she's kidnapped, stripped, and bound for his pleasure.

Caleb the Cold, King of the Lykae, will do anything to make his younger brother's wedding special--even pretend he's a security guard and kidnap his brother's former fiancée. Punishing her is pure pleasure, until he realizes she's his mate. Now he needs to woo the woman he's tormented to the edge of madness, but is it too late to claim her heart, and make her his?



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Zoe's Mates, by Izzy Szyn


Zoe's Mates
By Izzy Szyn


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Blurb: 
Previously released under the title Sexual Healing in the Coming In Hot Boxed Set. 

Zoe's Mates has been edited with some new material. 
Paramedic Zoe Whitaker is set to become engaged to Saratoga Falls Hospital's Chief of Staff Derek Barnes. But when his twin brother Liam returns with his lover Brent Taylor, Zoe begins to think she's with the wrong twin. 

Liam and Brent came back from Ravana for one reason only, to claim Zoe Whitaker.

Excerpt: 
“What are you doing to me?” she asked them. “Making you ours,” Brent brushed the hair from her face. “You’re our mate, we’ve waited too long to take what is ours.

What has always been ours.” Lifting her by the waist, Brent laid her across the padded bench in front of the couch. Kneeling between her thighs, Brent opened her lower lips, before sinking his tongue inside her. “BRENT,” she cried out. Damn, that felt good, she thought, opening her thighs wider, her hands going to Brent’s head, pressing him closer.

Suddenly Zoe was glad that Derek wasn’t willing to do this for her. It seemed right that Brent and Liam were the first ones to give her the experience she’d always craved. “I love this table, it gives us the right angle to do certain things,” Liam said. 

Zoe’s head lowered, Liam’s cock near her lips. Mentally licking her lips in anticipation. She just hoped she did it right, “Liam, I’ve never,” she started to admit. 

You’ve never sucked cock before?” asked Liam, “Derek is even dumber than I thought. I’ve been waiting for the day that I can see your sexy lips wrapped around my cock. Sliding in and out of your mouth, down your throat.

”“OH FUCK ,” she yelled. Her body stretched, never in a million years did she think it would ever feel this good.

About the Author: 
New York Times Bestselling Author Izzy Szyn was born in May of 2014 when a friend dared her to write. Born and raised in Detroit, Mi. Izzy now lives in Oklahoma City with her furchild Misty, the friendliest Chihuahua/Terrier you will ever meet. Currently works in a call center, where she writes in between phone calls.
Izzy loves to keep in touch with her readers. Email her at izzyszyn@gmail.com.


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Saturday, 14 October 2017

A Strict Gentleman by Jaye Peaches #erotic #spanking #timeslip








Blurb:

Twenty-three-year-old Kelly Regan didn’t expect much excitement when she took a job as a curator at a historic estate, but upon encountering a beautiful, mysteriously powerful mirror she suddenly finds herself transported back to the Victorian era.
Kelly is intrigued by the estate’s owner, the handsome bachelor Sir Henry Yarlswood, and in order to learn more about life in his household she impersonates another woman and obtains a position as his maid. But Henry is not a man who tolerates dishonestly from his staff, and after her deception is discovered Kelly’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing spanking.
The stern punishment only increases Kelly’s desire to know more about her handsome employer, but after she is caught snooping through his personal effects she soon finds herself stripped naked for an even more shameful chastisement. Despite her sore bottom, however, she is deeply aroused by Henry’s firm-handed dominance, and when he claims her properly his masterful lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But will their blossoming romance be enough to keep her by his side, even if it means leaving her old life behind forever?
Publisher’s Note: A Strict Gentleman includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Excerpt (18+)


Henry paused and flexed the rod before swishing it through the air a few time. It was a horrible sound, unmistakable. Her fantasy scenario of moaning girls and probing dominants with frisky fingers was nothing like the strict application of Henry’s cane.
“I wish to know, young lady,” Henry said as he continued to swish the cane through the air, “have you taken anything from this room?”
Taken? She’d looked in his journal, but not taken it. “No, sir,” she gasped.
The cane struck with a resounding thud and she drummed the palms of her hand on the seat of the chair. “No, I haven’t,” she repeated.
“Please keep your head up, Kelly. The mirror is there for both our benefits.”
He noticed she liked to look at him and he was using it to observe her too. It was an odd moment of reassurance. If he could see her face, the tears, the pained expression, he must be judging whether she was coping or on the verge of collapse. Was Henry so cruel as to want her to faint? She doubted it. Nothing she’d read in his journal, assuming he accurately portrayed his activities, implied he sought a woman’s injury or committed harmful acts. The cane stung like crazy, but it wasn’t being wielded with force, only accuracy.
She raised her head and stared at him. He nodded, then to her amazement, he stepped toward her behind and with his forefinger traced the line of the cane.
Kelly gasped, not because it hurt or made the mark throb any harder, but because it was tender and curative. For a few seconds she was thrilled, excited, and perversely aroused by that delicate touch. Now she throbbed in a new spot; her little nub was aching to be noticed.
“Because I know,” he said, stepping back, “that taken objects can be returned to their correct location without being missed.” He cracked the cane swiftly against her bottom.



Author Bio:

I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.


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Friday, 13 October 2017

I Need Help. #hot #extract #vote #sexy


I entered a scene in the  Sex Scene Championships. Now I need YOUR help to go through to the next round. You don't even have to register to vote. 

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My scene is from Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier. 



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Possibilities, scenarios, and desires cascaded through Kathryn’s brain like dominoes. Luke’s suggestion that they tick off another item on her sensual to-do list started a slow-burning fire inside her. Warmth flowed through her, building, burning, until it turned into an inferno. Her nipples tingled, and her pussy ached as new desires consumed her.
How Luke made her horny by accepting her refusal was beyond her. She followed him into the kitchen. “Which one?”
He looked over his shoulder. “Huh? Which what? Oh, the things on your fantasy list. I’d never push you to do anything you didn’t want, so like I said, it doesn’t matter.”
Kathryn moved in close. “Tell me what you had planned.”
His slow smile spread over his face. “First, I’d need you naked, your beautiful nipples bare and your cunt wet with desire.”
She should run away and never look back, but his words sent her into sensual overdrive. The intensity in his gaze made her breath catch in her throat. Her cunt was already wet for him, and she craved his hands on her body or his tongue teasing her clit. Lost in a world of desire, she unfastened the top button of her blouse and ran her tongue over her lips. “And then?”
His gaze fastened on her hand as she opened the next button. He coughed to clear his throat, then told her, “Next, I’d run my hands over your curves before rubbing my fingers over your clit. Not that I’d let you come yet.”
She undid the third button. “I’d want to come for you.”
He smiled and undid the next button. “Not yet. Not until I’ve tossed you over my shoulder and carried you into the bedroom.”
Panting slightly, she undid the remaining buttons and slid the blouse from her shoulders. As it pooled on the floor, she unhooked her bra and let it fall atop her blouse. “I’d be so turned on by that. So wet and willing. Would you let me come then?”
His gray-eyed gaze heated with desire. “You’re a very impatient girl. No. You can’t come until I’ve spread-eagled you over the bed and tied you in place. I bought some silk ties especially for us to use. They’d be soft and strong against your wrists and ankles as you writhed for my touch. I’d drive you crazy with desire, always letting you come close to orgasm but backing off rather than taking you over the edge.”
She closed her eyes and unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. “I’d beg you to let me come.”
Kathryn stood with her breasts bared, her eyes glazed with desire, so turned on by Luke’s words, her breath came in quick, eager pants.
He mesmerized her with his gaze. “You’d have to wait until I’d clamped your nipples and gone down on you. I’d suck your clit and feast on your intimate juices.”
Lost in the pictures their words conjured up, she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. “Would you let me come then? I’d be desperate and needy, on fire for you. I’d want your cock in my mouth or my pussy. I’d let you come.”
As if propelled by an invisible force, he threw her over his shoulder, marched to his bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed. Before she could squeal, he had her tied in place, legs spread to give him easy access to her cunt.
She tested her bonds, but they held her motionless and at his mercy. Luke leaned in and sucked one nipple between his lips, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. Once it stood erect and proud, he fastened a clothespin on it. He repeated everything with her other nipple, again clamping it in a clothespin. “Say mercy if things get too much.”
She nodded and licked her lips, but he resisted her unspoken demand for a kiss and nibbled his way down her belly. A gentle tug at her pubic hair made her squeak and rotate her hips. His fingers rimmed her rear entrance while he lapped at her pussy.
Her eyes opened wide when he slipped his little finger in her ass. “I’ve never… Oh, God, don’t stop.”

Blurb

Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, has a new sub. She's shy and inexperienced, but willing. As he teaches her about sensation play, she fears he'll really hurt her and screams her safewords at him. Her reaction causes Luke to have a flashback. Although he's clawing his way back to normal, he suffers from PTSD. Determined to get well, he contacts a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge.

Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.

Circumstances force them to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? Or is she just a temporary sub in residence?

Thursday, 12 October 2017

New: Tova’s Dragon Ghost #Bookhugs #Dragon#giveaway by @LyndiLamont


Lyndi Lamont’s inspirational message: I believe love is a powerful force in this world. It brings lovers together, creates families and lives on after death in the hearts of those left behind. It may not make the world go 'round, but love makes the world a better place.

Tova’s Dragon

Steamy Paranormal Romance
By Lyndi Lamont


Blurb:

Seek help of the Lord of Drakkenberg. Only he can aid you. You must fly with the dragon.

Tova Svensdottir, an earth mage, is on a mission to save her homeland, the Kingdom of Velosia from the evil wizard Bruno of Grimmdorn. Her grandmother tells her to seek help of the Lord of Drakkenberg, but the old lord is dead. In his castle, high on a mountaintop, she instead encounters his son, the Outlaw Kane.

Kane fled Velosia after a futile attempt to rescue his father and his mate from Bruno's cruel prison, killing the head guard in the process. Now that Bruno has been banished, Kane has returned to clear his name, but his purpose changes when he meets Tova.  Tova's warmth stirs his passions and her courage touches his heart, but he dreads telling her of his true nature, certain she will recoil. But Tova is made of sterner stuff.

Together, Kane and Tova have the power to save Velosia. If they survive the coming battle. But can an earth mage find happiness with a dragonshifter?

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Excerpt
CHAPTER 1

Seek help of the Lord of Drakkenberg. Only he can aid you. You must fly with the dragon.
Her grandmother’s words rang in Tova’s head as she climbed the path into the mountains. Why had Mutti Zee sent her out of her way on a fool’s errand? Everyone knew the dragonfolk had fled Velosia years ago, driven away by Bruno of Grimmdorn’s crusade against them. Until he’d been driven from power. Now Bruno had returned at the head of a mercenary army, if Mutti Zee’s vision could be believed. And Tova had no doubts. She’d felt the vibrations in the earth.
And somehow she was supposed to save the kingdom?
She raised her gaze to the sky and asked, “Why me? I’m no hero.” The heavens gave no answer, though she saw clouds form to her left. She shook her head. Now she was talking to herself, like mad Magnus, the village idiot.
She stopped to catch her breath and rest her tired legs in a level area. The path ahead grew steeper and narrower the higher it wound into the mountains. She groaned. After walking all day, her legs ached. She was glad she’d worn men’s breeches and a tunic with her sturdy boots. A gown and petticoats would be but a hindrance.
After a deep breath, she started to climb again. Dusk came early in autumn, and she needed to find shelter before dark. Castle Drakkenberg, abandoned and forlorn, perched high above on a cliff, its turrets silhouetted against the leaden sky. Almost as if mocking her with its remoteness. Too much was at stake and her chances of reaching the capital in time to warn the king were slim at best. Even without this detour, she estimated the journey to Castle Novita would take three days or more.
For centuries, the dragon lords had resided in the castle, ruling the isolated mountain communities. People in this area were known as dragonfolk, though Tova knew not why. A great puzzle, but one she had no time to ponder. With luck, she had but to find the dragonlord, and he would take charge of the quest.
A shadow blocked the sun, and she looked up at an enormous bird silhouetted against the sky. Goddess, she’d never seen such a large raptor. It turned and the sun’s rays glinted on its shiny red-gold wings and barbed tail. She stopped and stared after it, shaken to the core of her being.
No, impossible. Dragons didn’t exist. They couldn’t.


 About the Author:

Lyndi Lamont is the racy alter ego of romance author Linda McLaughlin. Writing sexy stories gives her a license to be naughty, at least between the pages of her books! She has written several full-length novels plus numerous short stories and novellas, ranging from historical to futuristic. She believes that love is unending and universal, and enjoys transporting her readers into a different world where her characters learn that, in the journey of life, love is the sweetest reward.


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Twitter: @LyndiLamont