xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune: December 2017

Sunday, 24 December 2017

Between Despair and Ecstasy by @DarylDevore #hot #rockstar #romance

Between Despair and Ecstasy - Book 3 of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy


Concerned for his fiancée’s safety, rock star Darien Scott races to Bangkok to protect Erika Bailey, only to discover his brother is missing. Fearing the worst, he contacts his nemesis, Gan, and makes a repulsive deal that will free his brother and protect Erika’s club, The Pink Flamingo. Or so he thinks. When a python and Gan are involved, things go sour, and Darien sinks into a deep depression.
Erika is disheartened by the betrayal of her parents. Her father's destruction of her club and the humiliation of her mother’s drunken behavior have her feeling down, but those are the least of her worries. She has a wedding to plan, but won’t. Having been betrayed too often, she’s scared to trust Darien.
How can Erika prove to herself and Darien that she loves and trusts him? Simple. All she has to do is jump out of a plane.

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As Ericka waited for the coffee maker to finish brewing, she heard the swoosh of the shower. A good sign. He was ready to climb out of his cave. Soon, she would have her lover back and nights filled with passion. A tingle throbbed in her belly. It had been too long since she and Darien had made love. She needed him as much as he needed her. Erika filled two mugs, poured some milk into hers and left his black. She grimaced. How he could drink his coffee black, she didn’t know. But, to each his own.
Dressed only in his shorts, he was just slipping into bed as she returned. He flipped a pillow up on the headboard and reached for his coffee. He slurped a mouthful. “Oh, gawd woman.”
“What?” She settled next to him.
“How can you screw up coffee this bad?”
She slithered her hand up his arm. “My skills lie elsewhere. Oh. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.”
He stilled the tremble in his body then opened his eyes. “No. It’s okay.” He swallowed another mouthful.
“I’m going to start talking, and you jump in when you’re ready.” She lifted her mug to her lips and drank. “Ugh. You’re right. This is exceptionally bad.” She grimaced but continued talking. “From what I just figured out, in sort of a flash, the last time you came to Bangkok, you were there to look out for me. You thought I was in trouble.” She waited for a response. “Feel free to nod.”
He cast a sideways glance at her and nodded.
“Okay. You figured out it wasn’t me that was in trouble, it was your brother.”
“Something was up.” Darien shifted. “He wasn’t replying to any texts. He always does. I’m the one who shuts everyone off. Not him. And no one…no one knew where he was. When you told me his stuff was gone, I almost went into panic mode. I sent texts to everyone, trying to find him. Étienne told me what their plans were, but also how worried he was as Brian hadn’t arrived in Paris. Uh…do you know about Étienne?”
Erika nodded. “Yes. I already knew about Brian and Etienne. Don’t you remember Brian talked about him last night.”
“Really?” Darien frowned. “A lot is just a big black hole. I don’t remember much. I put it off as long as I could, then I messaged Gan, and that’s where I hit pay dirt. I arranged to meet with him.”
She held her cup close to her chest. “I remember. I was so mad at you. And scared.”
He grimaced. “You were right to be. Things got ugly really fast.”

8 Questions for Daryl Devoré

What inspired you to write your first book?
My gr 10 Creative Writing teacher. We had to write a chapter 1 and he told me to keep going instead of doing the other writing projects. By the end of the semester I had finished it.

Do you have a specific writing style?
I don't think so. I just write the story the way it presents itself to me.

How did you come up with the title?
I usually ask for help. I have some very creative friends.

Can you share a little of your current work with us?
The one I am writing on doesn't have a name yet. But the next is a Christmas short and will be released in Dec and is called – Love in the Key of C.

Tell us something you hate doing. Why?
DISHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I'm an only child so they was never a time I could pawn the job off on a sibling.

Tell us something nobody knows about you.
If I do, then everyone will know about it.

Have you ever jumped out of a plane?
Why would anyone jump out of a perfectly good plane?
But funny enough, in this book the heroine has to.

Do you use a pseudonym? If so how did you choose it?
Yes, actually I have two? The one I made up, it just popped into my head and the other – I asked for help from writer's group.

Daryl Devoré (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She's touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She's been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life's an adventure and Daryl's having fun living it.

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Release Date – October, 20, 2017
Publisher – eXtasy Books

Monday, 18 December 2017

Chosen by the High Judge by Jaye Peaches. #Scifi #erotica @JayePeaches

Chosen by the High Judge
by Jaye Peaches
Sentenced to an ancient ordeal, Zara must pay for her naughtiness with judicial spankings.

Genre: Sci-Fi, BDSM, Alien Romance

Publisher: Stormy Night

 "I want to punish your sweet, bare ass with my hand."


After twenty-year-old Zara Webb is arrested for delinquent behavior while living
as an exchange student in an alien colony, she is placed into the custody of High
Judge Galen Hosta. For the duration of her sentence, she will live in Galen’s home
and under his authority, and the stern, handsome warrior will have the right not
only to punish her in any way he sees fit, but also to take her to his bed and enjoy
her beautiful body in any way he pleases.

Within moments of her sentence being pronounced, Zara finds herself over Galen’s
lap for a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking. But when she kneels at his
feet, blushing crimson as she is made to thank him for her well-deserved
punishment in the most humiliating way possible, she cannot hide her helpless arousal.

Over the coming days, Zara discovers that Galen’s mastery of her body will be far more
thorough than she would have thought possible, yet even as she is brought to one
intense, shameful climax after another, her need for him only grows stronger. But
when her sentence is complete and she is no longer his prisoner, will she choose
to stay by his side as his mate?

Publisher’s Note: Chosen by the High Judge is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Chosen by the Governor. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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She can’t hide from her alien judge. Whenever she is aroused her skin changes color.

Excerpt 18+ spanking

“You’re a prisoner. You will earn my trust. If you behave, then I shall reward you with greater liberties. The first test is to take down your pants and bend over my lap. Now!”
Her mouth hung open for a few seconds. “But… but why?”
“Your ass needs tempering. And, I want to punish it.” He touched the back of the chair as if to claim it. “It’s time you took responsibility for the trouble you’re in, or have you forgotten what a naughty human you’ve been?”
The reprimand was the sort of silly thing her father might say to her when she’d done something wrong—naughty girl, Zara. Except when Galen said the words, they didn’t sound the slightest bit silly. He’d given them an edge, a hardness in his tone that made her pulse race and her skin tingle.
He pulled her to her feet. Before she could protest, he sat on the chair, drew her down and over his lap, and began to pull down her waistband. He dragged her pants down to her knees and as she wriggled, he did the same to her panties. No cool rush of air hit her skin; she was too hot to feel anything remotely refreshing. She clenched her ass cheeks tight together and went rigid.
Was this any less humiliating than being tied to a post and whipped while the world watched on? Probably, it certainly felt that way.
The smack of his hand on her ass caused her to jump up, so he grabbed her arm and pinned it behind her back, then hooked his leg over hers, preventing her from rising up. The next smack drove her deeper onto his lap until she felt the hard muscles of his thighs.
She squawked as he continued to switch from one buttock to another at a rapid pace and the noise echoed around his office in a horrible way, as if her bottom had been turned into a drum set.
“Oh, ow, ow!” she howled, feeling each slap meet her tense cheeks. She knew she should try to calm down, but she couldn’t. The more she battled against him, the harder his hand came down and the worse it felt.
She’d never been spanked before. It wasn’t horrendously painful or even agonizing, but it still damn well hurt. She tried to twist her bottom to one side, but he’d locked her in place with his firm grip.
“Keep still, little human,” he commanded and rained down a few more smacks.
Little human!
What an insulting remark—it made her sound weak. She humped his lap in protest and drummed her toes on the floor. Her panties joined her pants around her ankles. Now her legs were completely bare.
“You will learn to keep still or these spankings will last longer,” Galen said.

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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 my family, sometimes drawing, cat watching and if good weather allows, which being England is never often enough, I’m pulling up the weeds in my garden.

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Bear’s Edge (Stranger Creatures Book 2) by Christina Lynn Lambert @Chris4lamb


A boss can't date her employee- simple as that. No matter how much Shayla wants to unravel a few of Grant's mysteries and take her friendship with the shy, sarcastic man to the next level, she's determined to keep her fantasies of him to herself.
After bear shifter Grant lost his girlfriend and three best friends in a fire, he did his best to shut himself off from everyone around him. Falling for Shayla wasn't part of his plan, but after a kiss that leaves them both speechless and hungry for more, Grant can't keep his desire for his boss under wraps any longer. Will he walk away from his new home in Great Oaks, Virginia or will he risk his job and his barely healed heart to convince Shayla to take a chance on him?
An obnoxious reporter and Shayla's bitter ex have teamed up to chase down conspiracy theories that could destroy Shayla's business and worse, put her life in danger. To find their happily-ever-after, Shayla and Grant will have to trust in each other and find a way to crush all the obstacles standing in their way.


When Grant pulled her closer to him, she was caught without her usual charm and skills to steer a conversation wherever she wanted it to go. When he leaned in, she didn’t back away. When he brushed his lips against hers, she returned the kiss. When she wrapped her arms around him, the kiss intensified.
His lips against hers were perfect, and she wanted so much more, but she shouldn’t.


The fantasies about Shayla needed to stop. He couldn’t be rough with a woman he towered over by a foot. Also, he couldn’t date his boss. Grant was grateful for that technicality, because if Shayla wasn’t his boss, he’d be wanting something from her that he shouldn’t. And he didn’t need that kind of complication in his life.


Grant wanted more from Shayla than he should right then, and he needed to want less, or at least not so much at once. He needed to pull back from the edge and get himself under control, but he couldn’t do that with her touching him. He had the perfect distraction for her. He ripped her lacy panties off because they were in his way.

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What is it about Grant? Looking at the man sitting across the table from her was no hardship; that was for damn sure. He had the tall, broad body of a heavyweight UFC fighter, but he never used his size to intimidate the people around him. She wanted to sweep his wavy, slightly shaggy dark hair out of his gorgeous deep-brown eyes. His dark hair and eyes complemented his bronze skin. He was hot, in a serious, dangerous kind of way. But in the two and a half years Grant had worked for her, Shayla had hardly learned anything about him. 

The waitress at the popular nature-themed restaurant, the Greenhouse Effect, showed them to their table. The plants growing around all the walls and columns made the place look like a wild garden, and the smell of lavender and jasmine mixed with the delicious scents drifting from the kitchen. She tried not to drool, but breakfast seemed like eons ago. Shayla sat next to Sydney and across from Grant. A too-tall centerpiece of yellow-and-purple flowers blocked most of her view of him. Grant moved the centerpiece to the side and gave her a shy smile. His smile made her want answers, among other things. 

She knew he was from New Jersey and had gone to school in Wisconsin before moving to Richmond, Virginia, to work with Brook’s Comprehensive, a huge company that did everything from urban development projects to financial management for celebrities and politicians. 

“Why do you want to make such a big change from a large corporation to a simple start-up company?” she’d asked him in the interview. 

“Honestly?” Grant had paused then, the question hanging. 

Shayla had nodded. She’d take honesty over smooth-faced, calculated interview answers any day. 

“I want to live somewhere I can have a house and some land. Maybe spend more time outside. Also, I want a job where I can do more than just run numbers for projects where I never see the outcome.” 

The last part had seemed to come as a surprise to Grant. Maybe he hadn’t really known he wanted something more than a change of scenery until he had said it out loud. 

His answer had been simple and honest instead of a long, drawn-out elaboration about the projected success of new companies in the area or an extensive list of projects he had helped to fruition. She could look at his résumé for all that stuff. Grant had wanted to be there, so she’d hired him. Simple as that—after a clean background check and drug screening, of course. 

Grant the mystery man—a delicious mystery Shayla would like to unravel, piece by piece, layer by layer. Ah, but I can’t. I’m his boss. In a different lifetime, if we didn’t have the whole boss-employee obstacle going on… No harm in looking, though, just a little, since he sat so close. She promised herself to keep her thoughts G-rated—okay, maybe PG-13. Grant had a talent with numbers and paid attention to detail. Also, he was a little shy and standoffish to a lot of people when it came to anything other than work. Shayla wondered where he sometimes went in his head, because, every now and then, his smile wiped from his face, just for a second, before being replaced with one a little harder. None of my business, she reminded herself. 

Shayla had really wanted to hug Grant that morning after seeing him look so frustrated but decided that it might be wiser and more appropriate to show him that there were a few people on his side. Watching him break things and try to be all strong and humorous about it made Shayla want to unravel the Grant mystery even more. It kind of hurt to watch Grant pretending to be fine, but all Shayla could offer him was lunch and good conversation. Hopefully Mr. Strong and Silent—Sydney called him that sometimes, although never to his face—knew Shayla and Sydney cared. Shayla cared. Because he’s a friendJust a friend. 

Grant raised his soda in a toast. “To things not being worse,” he announced with a rueful half smile. “And, uh”—he cleared his throat—“to good company.” He nodded at Sydney, and when he met Shayla’s gaze, he held it. In Grant’s dark eyes she saw hunger, wide-open desire, and about a million other things she couldn’t puzzle out. They both looked away. Grant looked at her that way sometimes, and Shayla did her best to ignore it. Grant might have a small crush on her, or he could have a thing for petite, small-breasted girls possessing a great fashion sense. 

Sydney broke the silence. “To good food and even better friends.” She clinked Grant’s glass, and Shayla came back to reality and smiled, pretending she wasn’t experiencing several different kinds of inappropriate thoughts and feelings for a sexy, complicated man who was her employee and also her friend. She needed to remember that things could never go any further than a panty-melting look, and behave. 

Her phone buzzed. Grateful for the distraction, she dug it out of her purse to see a text message and call-back number from that pest of a reporter back in Maryland. That pain in the ass wanted another interview with Shayla. Like once in the hospital and once for a “where are the survivors now” follow-up a few months later hadn’t been enough. May as well take care of this before it becomes twenty voice mails piled in my in-box. 

“I’ll just be a moment,” she promised Sydney and Grant. If that harpy journalist wanted an interview, it would be her last one with Shayla, and it would cost the reporter. Big-time. She walked outside into the cold and wind. 

Kendall Baron, obnoxious reporter, answered her phone rather quickly. No polite niceties, no how have you been?, no what’s new?, blah-blah-blah, for Baron—she cut to the chase. 

“Listen, Ms. Patrick, I know you’ve done two interviews with me for SCA news in Maryland, but I’ve joined an entertainment news show, and I have a human-interest story on survivors of disasters that I’m trying to put together. You’d be a perfect fit for the story.” 

“Can you tell me a little more about the piece? Because last time your questions went a little off on a tangent, what with you being way too convinced I must have had some type of top-secret life-saving surgery or—no, what was it?—that I survived the bombs because I’m a little more than just human?” Jeez. Shayla had some talents, for sure, but being indestructible wasn’t one of them. 

“We’ll do the basics about the accident and how you’re adjusting to life afterward. Plus, there’s the shock-and-awe factor of how amazing it is to survive such a destructive act, so we’ll put together a computer reconstruction of the accident for the viewers. So a few questions, maybe thirty minutes of your time, is all I’m asking,” Baron assured her. “I want you for this story, Ms. Patrick. What’s your price?” 

“Ten thousand dollars.” 

What? That’s—” 

I don’t want the money. I want the check donated directly to Hope and Healing, a charity that helps fund plastic surgery, prosthetic limbs, and burn treatments for disaster survivors around the world.” 

“Fine. I’ll send proof of payment of two thousand dollars to Hope and Healing after the interview’s over.” 

“My other condition is that this is the last time you contact me for an interview. Or for any reason in general.” 

“You have my word. I’ll text you a couple of dates I have available in a minute, and you can just send me back which one works for you. I’ll even come to Brass Cat so you don’t have to travel.” 

Baron didn’t seem like the most honorable woman, but Hope and Healing would get two grand, and Shayla wouldn’t be harassed to do any more interviews. 

WHEN SHAYLA STEPPED outside to deal with a text that had her looking all kinds of irritated, Grant found himself under Sydney’s microscope. She asked him the same question she always asked him. “When are you gonna make a move?” Only this time, the girl wasn’t joking. “Next Saturday at the Saint Patrick’s Day Festival would be a good opportunity.” 

He’d forgotten about agreeing to go to the festival with Sydney and her husband, Derrick. Sydney always invited Grant to different events, and like an idiot, he usually agreed. 

“She’s my boss.” Didn’t Sydney and the bear get that? “That’s a pretty big obstacle. For Shayla and for me.” 

Sydney sighed. “I know. I just think you guys would be good together is all. Well, not just good, amazing. Awesome. Phenomenal—” 

“Shut up. I get it.” 

More likely is that he would lose his shit for Shayla, and then, because life wasn’t warm and fuzzy with a guaranteed happy ending for all, she’d be gone, and Grant would be in a world of hurt and misery, so much worse than simply going all Hulk and breaking a door handle. The bear made a rude comment about Grant’s lack of balls. The bear would get over it. Grant wasn’t ready to fall down a rabbit hole and find himself crazy in love with an adorable, clever, gorgeous, smart, sweet woman who would probably get bored with his silent, antisocial behavior in about five minutes. She was his boss, and that made it all impossible anyway. The bear muttered something about Grant being dumb for a math geek. 

I’d be an idiot to think I have a chance with her. We’re too different. Plus, she’s my fucking boss! He hoped the bear was listening. 

Copyright © Christina Lynn Lambert

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 About Christina

A few years ago, I read my first romance novel and I was hooked, so much so that I decided to give the idea of writing a story a chance.  My style is more gritty than sweet and I look forward to writing many more stories with strong heroines and imperfect but determined characters. Love, courage, hope, and second chances are a few of my favorite themes. When I’m not writing, I enjoy spending time outside and finding ways to avoid cooking. I live in beautiful Virginia with my husband, two daughters, and a sweet, hairy monster of a dog. 


Wednesday, 13 December 2017

A Naughty New Year - Even Good Deeds Can Get You Punished. #BDSM #novella

Available only as part of the Mischief under the Mistletoe Anthology

Kelly Evans is nearly six months pregnant when her Dom husband, Jim, suggests they invite their closest friends over for a private New Year's Eve party. Just a friendly get together, nothing kinky, and no champagne for either of the girls, since Kelly's friend, Tiffany, was a month along further than she was. Given it's New Year's Eve, Kelly feels Jim's no-champagne edict isn't fair, but Jim warns her if she goes against his wishes, she will be punished. Though Kelly understands Jim's reasoning, she still feels he's merely being over-protective, and as much as she loves him a sip of champagne never hurt anyone. That is until now.
Excerpt 9: - Punishment ®

Kelly had told him often enough how much she hated being relegated to the guest bedroom, and as much as he preferred she sleep by his side, he would need to insist if she didn't submit, though he suspected neither of them would get much rest. In fact, he doubted she would last more than an hour apart from him, even if she chose that alternative.
"I don't want to go back in there," she admitted.
"And I'd prefer you stayed with me, but there are conditions for that, Kelly."
Her head lowered. "I know." As tears streamed down her cheeks, the robe dropped to the floor. "How do you want me positioned?"
Leaning over, he grabbed two of the pillows near the headboard. Rolling the first into a bolster, he laid it at the edge of the bed. "Bend over this so your belly rests on the other side of it. I'll place another just beneath your breasts.
She lay down as he directed, making no further appeal for clemency despite her trembling.
Once she was properly positioned and as comfortable as she could be in her situation, he ran a hand along the length of her spine. She shivered slightly, but didn't move.
"Good girl," he praised. "Now, tell me why you are here."
She hesitated long enough that he didn't think she'd answer, when she murmured, "Because I disobeyed you by drinking champagne."
"Correct. And why did you decide to disobey me?"
"Because it was New Years, and I didn't think a small sip would hurt me or the baby."
"Was that your decision to make?"
"I thought it was, but I guess not," she sniffed.
Since she couldn't see his face, Jim allowed a smile to curve his lips even as he kept his voice stern. "Trust me. It wasn't." When she didn't argue, he continued, "All right. Five whacks. I want you to count each one aloud, please. I will not deliver the next one until you've called out the previous stroke. If I sense you are deliberately holding back in an effort to delay your punishment. I will add strokes. Any questions?"

"No, Sir." Her answer emerged muffled because she'd
pressed her face into the comforter.

She thought a sip of champagne wouldn't hurt her. Turns out, she was wrong.

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New Year's Eve was meant for celebrating, wasn't it?

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Pregnant ladies aren't invalids.

Although Kathryn is relatively new to the spanking romance market, she is not new to stories where the hero spanks the heroine.  In fact, most of her novels have some sort of spanking in them.  However, even in Kathryn's novels where the hero firmly believes in using spanking as a deterrent, he has no desire to cause the heroine injury and takes no delight in hurting the woman of his heart.  In fact, sometimes he finds it extremely difficult to follow through on his threats or promises.
To date, all of her heroes are dominant, alpha males who are extremely protective of the women they love.  However, part of that protectiveness includes the need for a certain amount of control.  They do not suffer defiance or disobedience lightly. Even so, these men aren't infallible, and they do make mistakes, but love and respect will always triumph in the end.
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