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Saturday, 4 April 2020

Let the Mistress give you the pain you crave #Femdom #BDSM #Spanking #Flogging #Bondage #Prostitution #Amsterdam #Mistress

D&S Duos Book 5
By Lisabet Sarai


Powerful women take control in this fifth volume of Lisabet Sarai’s D&S Duos series. In “Shades of Red”, a young woman vacationing in Amsterdam rents a room in the fabled red light district and discovers the thrill of dominating a willing male. In “Poker Night”, a God-fearing, working class guy visits his Mistress to satisfy his secret, shameful needs.

Also includes a sizzling F/m excerpt from The Heart of the Deal: Business, Bondage, Discipline and Desire.

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She retrieved the cane from the wall. “This should do the trick.” The flexible rattan rod whistled through the air as she warmed up. The hair at the back of his neck stood on end at the sound. His balls tightened into aching knots.

Open your thighs wider. And bend over so the fabric’s stretched tight across your butt. That’s good.”

Jack trembled, off-balance, waiting for the first stroke. Leaning forward, he found that the padded cuffs around his wrists supported most of his weight. Then again, he felt as though the lump of granite jutting from his crotch would be heavy enough to drag him to the floor.

He had been hard half an hour before he left the poker game, knowing that this would be his final destination. He hoped nobody had noticed his boner when he got up to leave. Early delivery at the store, he’d told them. Need to get my sleep.

All the last week he’d been harried by anxious dreams, but he’d sleep soundly tonight. He always did, after a session.

Ready, baby?”

Yes, Ma’am,” he murmured. Still the pain surprised, biting into his flesh as though his ass was totally bare.

Ow!” he yelled. He had time for two deep breaths before she slashed at him again. His cock jerked against the cotton that bound it against his belly, threatening to explode. The cane left tracks of fire burning across his buttocks. The agony spread and mutated, merging with the awful pressure in his bladder.

Each searing stroke hurt more than the last. He was shaking, near tears, from the excruciating pain and the effort of staying in control. Yet, when she paused to get her breath, he craved another stroke. The pain was almost unbearable, but its loss was worse still.

She might have read his mind.

Enough, baby?”

Jack was silent, overwhelmed with shame. He didn’t want to admit it, his weakness, his sickness.

Answer me, boy. Have you had enough of my cane? Or do you want more?”

The authority in her voice sent a delicious chill up his spine. Did it even matter what he wanted? He was in her power. Everything was up to her.

No answer. I guess that means you’re done, that you can’t take anymore—”

No...more...” The croaking voice seemed to belong to someone else.

What was that?”

More. Please, Ma’am. Give me more.”

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance Рover one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genreparanormal, scifi, m̩nage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

Youll find information and excerpts from all Lisabets books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. Shes also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

Friday, 3 April 2020

Cover Reveal - To Heal a Heart by Jana Richards. #smalltown #romance, #contemporary #western #WRPbks,

One of my author friends, Jana Richards has a new book out soon.
It's a contemporary western romance set in a small town - just the sort of book I love. 
I'm honored that she's letting me take part in her cover reveal. I've got to say, it looks great.

To Heal a Heart - Blurb

Garrett Saunders' world changed two years ago on a road in Afghanistan. Back home, he feels like a stranger. As he struggles to find his place in the world, he meets a horse destined for the slaughterhouse and a woman bent on rescuing the strays of the world, including him.
Blair Greyson moves to Masonville to look after her ailing grandfather and give her rescue horses a home. Right away she butts heads with a surly former Marine. Despite a rocky start, they come to an agreement: Blair will board Garrett's rescue horse and he'll help with repairs around her farm.

Garrett finds purpose working with Blair—and falls in love with her. But she's hiding a secret. Can she forgive herself and accept Garrett's love, or will she let guilt and regret continue to rule her life?

Meet Jan Richards

Jana Richards has tried her hand at many writing projects over the years, from magazine articles and short stories to full-length paranormal suspense and romantic comedy. She loves to create characters with a sense of humor, but also a serious side.  She believes there’s nothing more interesting then peeling back the layers of a character to see what makes them tick.
When not writing up a storm, working at her day job as an Office Administrator, or dealing with ever present mountains of laundry, Jana can be found on the local golf course pursuing her newest hobby.
Jana lives in Western Canada with her husband Warren, and a highly spoiled Pug/Terrier cross named Lou. You can reach her through her website at http://www.janarichards.com

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Tuesday, 31 March 2020

Cassie’s Space by PK Corey #spanking #romance

Cassie's Space by [Corey, PK]

Have you seen this situation covered in Emily Post’s Guide to Manners?

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Meet Cassie, a former wild child, who meets her match, and creates the match of a lifetime. To nearly all who know her now, Cassie is a vivacious, sweet southern lady, who is the epitome of grace and proper behavior. Look a tiny bit closer and you’ll see that Cassie has another side – the one whose language could make a sailor blush as she drinks him under the table.

Thanks to her loving husband Tom, who even after thirty years of marriage, never hesitates to put Cassie over his knee when she strays too far from his view of ladylike behavior, few people other than close old friends know this side of Cassie exists.

Cassie and Tom show that love and passion are not the sole property of the young. Love and passion grows and changes with age. While aging may bring on challenges – the love and passion between these two people only grows stronger.

What he doesn’t know won’t hurt me.


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Without even knowing it, I had made an impression on the man I would love for the rest of my life.

I went ballistic. I would not allow this to happen. I tried to throw myself off his lap. Flailing my arm back and kicking, I tried to escape his grip. But it didn’t work. Tom grabbed my free hand and held it tightly as he put his leg over mine. I felt as trussed up as a Christmas turkey as he held me firmly over his lap. Through all this struggling the spanking never slowed. I couldn’t believe how badly it hurt. 

I finally realized he was talking to me the whole time. I didn’t catch it all, but I got the gist, ‘inappropriate’ language. “You’re not going to use that language around me, or anyone else. You’re a lady. You’re not going to talk like a streetwalker.”

If he thought he had heard cussing before, what I cut loose with then, did not compare to what he’d heard me say before. But, the more I cussed, the harder he spanked. I didn’t think I could take much more. No one had ever spanked me before and the pain shocked me. I couldn’t catch my breath. Something had to give. I would not allow myself to beg him to stop. But I finally had to shut my mouth and grit my teeth to keep from crying. I refused to allow him the satisfaction of feeling he had ‘humbled’ me.

When he finally stopped, I still shook with rage and jerked to get away. Tom began rubbing my bottom gently, with the hand he had just used to burn me up. “Are you okay?” he asked gently.

Of course I was not okay, he’d just spanked me. But I had heard genuine compassion in his voice and that only served to confuse me further. Tom helped me to my feet and held me firmly at arm’s length.

“Look at me,” he said quietly. I glared at him, letting my fury show clearly. 
He looked at me steadily with those incredible blue eyes. The look on his face bewildered me. In his face, I saw understanding, concern and caring. His look mesmerized me.  Very quietly, he asked me a question that changed my life.
“Cassie, has no one ever cared for you enough to make you behave yourself?”

Meet PK Corey

After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-six-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service. 

I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.

My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My Cal’s Law series, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together. 

I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers. You can contact me at pk.corey@yahoo.com

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Friday, 27 March 2020

Free from 28th March to 1st April - Giving It Up For The Gods - #Satspanks #pnr #contemporary #suspense #freebie

With so many people stuck at home because of the Coronna Virus, I felt it might help if they had a free book to download. 

Welcome to Saturday Spanks. 
This week I’ve cheated and shared a book without any spanking.
It’s more about a woman’s desperate need to bed the man she loves before she becomes a virgin sacrifice.

Hope this is okay

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Convicted of a crime he didn’t commit, the warrior god Janus plummeted from the heights of Olympus to the depths of the Underworld.

After centuries of pain and torment, he finally clawed his way free. He’ll never forgive the gods who condemned him, or the sirens for their part in his downfall.

Janus, or Jase as he calls himself now, wants Lindy in his arms and his bed, he’s vowed not to touch her before the Neptune’s annual feast. If he breaks his word, he’s headed straight back to Hell.

Each summer, Neptune demands a virgin sacrifice. And his sacrifice of choice is a siren.

Sirens are strong, sassy, and sexy.
Lindy’s siren heritage makes her fierce, lusty, and curious, but she dreams of loving one man forever. She won’t give her heart - or her virginity - to a short-lived mortal she might accidentally break in bed. When Neptune demands her as his sacrifice, she’s determined to give her virginity to anybody except him.

The clock’s ticking.
What happens when he discovers Lindy’s a siren?
Lindy has forty-eight hours to seduce Jase.
Can he get over his hatred Jase and win his heart. Much as he wants her, to protect her, he’s vowed not to take her until Neptune’s feast day

Can she seduce him in time?

Or will Neptune tie her down and take her against her will.


Lindy hiccupped, giggled, and waved the empty coffee cup in Jase’s face. When she spoke, her voice was a little too loud, and there was a slur in her words. “Whersh the hotel? I can’t wait to undresh and drag you into my bed. You will shcrew me this time, won’t you?”

He took the coffee cup from her hand. “You’ll break something waving that about.”

She hiccupped again, covered her mouth with her hand; then she giggled like a schoolgirl. Her voice carried through the restaurant. “Doshn’t matter. They’ve got more. Letsh go to the hotel, and I’ll lick your balls until your eyes roll back in your head.”

Women either smiled and whispered good-humored comments to their friends or raised their eyebrows, pursed their lips, and looked away. More than one male customer gave her an appraising look…until they spotted Jase’s muscular bulk.

He flushed a little, and his gaze slid away from hers. “Shh, princess. We’re leaving just as soon as I’ve paid the bill.”

Overloud and over expansive, Lindy sat back in her seat. Her arms flopped out, and she just missed a passing waiter. “Come here, Jase. Let me suck on your cock. You will fuck me, won’t you? Or maybe one of the other men here will take my virginity.”

Heads swiveled in her direction. Across the room, someone giggled. Three men at the next table smiled at her drunken antics. One winked and raised his glass in salute.

Lindy leaned toward him. “You’d fuck me, wouldn’t you?”

“Anytime, sweetie, but your friend here might not like it.” He leered.

Behind her, Jase growled.

Lindy ignored him and rose unsteadily to her feet. “Jashe is just a big ole pussycat, when he’s not doing his demon thing. If I sing for you, will you fuck me? I shing real good.”

Jase picked her up and headed for the door. “You’re better than good. You’re amazing. No time for singing, though, princess. That’s our taxi outside.”

She lolled back and threw out her arm. Her head dropped, and her arms flopped back. “You missed a treat, guys. I’m great when I sing.”

She laughed and waved at them, then stared into Jase’s eyes until her alcoholic haze turned her cross-eyed. 

Her vision blurred, and her voice dropped to a breathless giggle. “Really, Jash? Amashing? That’s good. Shall I shing you a love shong?”

“Not here, princess. Wrap your arms around my neck, and when we reach the hotel, I’ll help out with your little problem.”

“That’s the virginity thing,” she stage-whispered as he carried her outside.

About Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie’s a lover of ancient history especially all things ancient Roman or Greek. She grew up reading their myths and loving their legends. Writing about them in a contemporary setting seemed the logical next step. She promises hot sex, hunky heroes and a happy ending in every book she writes.    

Monday, 23 March 2020

Warm Up with this Spring with Alpha Revealed, a #SteamyParanormalRomance by Brenda Sparks

Vlad is a man of many secrets. Natasha has a little secret of her own.
But secrets have a way of coming out…and sometimes that is for the best.

Natasha Peterhoff is the luckiest vampire in the world. Having pined over the sexy, but aloof Vladimir Starikovich for centuries, her feelings are reciprocated when the pair are drawn to each other the night of her brother's wedding. Unfortunately, the stark light of day dawns, and the couple parts ways.

         Back in Siberia, Vlad is overcome by doubts. Not only will Natasha's brother kill him, but his own past is reason enough to keep her away. He vows to do everything in his power to keep her safe, even it if means never seeing her again.
         With so many reasons to stay apart, will the ties that bind be strong enough to pull them together?

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She lifted one arm in his direction. He raised a 

hand to still her movement. “Don’t…touch me.”

Well, damned if that didn’t smart. He didn’t want 

her to touch him, even to offer him a little comfort.

 My, how things changed. He certainly hadn’t 

minded her touch the night of her brother’s 


Fine. If he doesn’t want me touching him, so be it.

Natasha turned around, sending her harlequin 

colored pigtails twirling about her face and 

retrieved the bag of blood from the floor. Without 

looking in his direction, she stalked through the 

room and sat in the only padded chair. She 

punctured the bag with her fangs and drank, 

glaring at him over the top of the bag.

The blood seeped into her cells, nourishing both 

her and the baby. The baby moved as she continued 

to down the bag quickly. Her hunger pangs eased a 

little with each gulp of the life-sustaining liquid.

Vlad slowly straightened to his full height. The 

expression on his face, a cross between disdain 

and pain, softened her eyes. With an awkward gait, 

he gingerly moved in her direction.

“We need to talk,” he barked, his voice still rough 

with pain.

She just bet they did. No doubt, Vlad would tell 

her to leave. It was there on his face. He obviously 

didn’t want her in his home, and she didn’t blame 


She had run out after they made love, avoided him for months, and now she had injured his manhood. If the tables were reversed, she probably wouldn’t want him around either.

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