xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune: September 2018

Friday, 28 September 2018

Marry in Haste, Regret it at Leisure #Satspanks #regency #spanking #romance #historical

Consummating her marriage shouldn't be so hard

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He’d planned to bed his wife, impregnate her, and pack her off to Deanswood Court—his country estate. Only, Alethea wanted nothing to do with the wedding bed. Frustration made his fists curl and his gut churn. He needed to punch something, or he’d explode.

He looked up as an old army friend joined him. “They haven’t blackballed you yet, then?”

Unperturbed, Stonehurst grinned. “These old fogies? They wouldn’t dare. Too many of them visit my establishment. I hear you got caught in the parson’s mousetrap yesterday.”

Deanswood took a swig of his brandy. “My mother went over the top with celebrations. Then Babs Kensington turned up waving the invitation my wife had sent her. I threw her out, of course.”

Stonehurst’s eyes shone with mischief. “Your wife came to my establishment earlier. She offered me five guineas to fuck her.”

Deanswood spluttered and almost spat out his brandy. “She did what?”

Stonehurst leaned back and savored a second sip of his wine. “Do you want me to repeat it? After you’ve drawn everyone’s gaze? I didn’t take her money or screw her, of course. Let’s find somewhere to talk.”

Anger turned Deanswood’s features haughty and harsh. Fists curled, he glowered at his friend. Make that former friend. He’d rather beat Stonehurst senseless than talk. “You keep your bloody hands off her.”

All Deanswood had wanted was an heir and a spare. Instead, his wife barred him from her bed—unless a quick screw with no foreplay or kisses once a month counted. He’d rather have stayed single.
He’d dreamed of a wife with a warm smile and sweet nature. Curves that made his mouth water and his palms twitch would be a bonus. Leg-shackling himself to Alethea Allerton was the biggest mistake he’d ever made.

He should have made it clear that he expected to bear his children and submit to the occasional spanking. In return, he’d teach her about passion, bondage, and obedience. Until his mother-in-law collared him in the library, he’d been looking forward to his wedding night. His mother-in-law’s words had kyboshed that.

Stonehurst struggled to contain his laughter. “So, what really happened on your wedding night?”

“It’s none of your business,” Deanswood snapped.

Unabashed, Stonehurst grinned. “Your wife made it my business. Her dress sense is shocking. Is that why you couldn’t perform last night?”

Stonehurst was right. Alethea had involved him in the tangled mess of her marriage. “Did Alethea say I couldn’t… Of course, I could… Damn it, I don’t have to explain myself to you.”
“It might help to talk about it,” Stonehurst suggested.

Deanswood sighed. “Nothing else seems to. After I’d thrown Lady Babs out, my new mother-in-law collared me in the library. She read me an endless lecture on the sins of marital sex. I’d rather take a dressing down from Wellington than endure that again.”

Inwardly, Deanswood fumed. Why the hell had his wife waited until after the ceremony to send her mother to tell him she didn’t want sex? He supposed she was eager to get her grasping hands on his fortune.

When he learned his wife planned to cuckold him, his eyes narrowed and lips thinned in anger. A trip to Gentleman Jackson’s boxing salon beckoned. Going a few rounds with the champion might calm his soul.

Stonehurst’s teasing manner vanished, and he held up both hands, palm out. “I never touched her. We’re attracting too much attention. Walk with me.”

Deanswood had fought alongside Stonehurst in the Peninsular War and again at Waterloo. They’d shared too much to fall out over a woman. That said, Stonehurst enjoyed the earl’s discomfort far too much.

Antagonism crackled between them. Other members gave them curious stares and a wide berth. Deanswood needed to contain his temper or gossip would run rife.

Stonehurst headed for the door, leaving Deanswood no option but to follow. Exercise and fresh air cleared his thoughts, but he didn’t know what the hell his wife was thinking. Her harridan of a mother had spewed out a tale about Alethea, sex, and sin. His wife’s visit to Stonehurst’s House of Fun didn’t make sense.

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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.

Wednesday, 26 September 2018

Dark Chocolate and Strawberries #hotread #emeralds #twistedfairytale

Dark Chocolate and Strawberries by [Devore, Daryl]

What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?

Every good fairy tale begins with once upon a time. This one begins with once upon a dream.
“Oh, that feels so good.” She ran her fingers through his hair.
He reached his hands up to her shoulders and trickled his fingertips to her hips. His strong fingers kneaded her breasts. Her erect, pink nipples rubbed against his rough hands each butt cheek and dug his fingers into her flesh.
She slid her fingers along his chest and flicked his nipples. “You make me feel so hot.”
Applying tender kisses on her stomach, he moved from her navel to her thigh. He pressed a hand on each inner thigh, urging her to spread her legs. A thrill tingled in her as he licked his lips.
“Like what you see?” She wiggled her bottom.
A smile crossed his face as he lowered his head between her legs. Using small nips and kisses, he traced a path along her thigh and stopped when his lips brushed the edge of her bush. Licking her slit, he caressed the inside of her thigh with the tips of his fingers. When his hand reached her pussy, his finger teased her wetness.
“Don't stop!” She entangled her fingers in his hair.
His finger slid deep into her as his tongue neared her clit. “Baby, I'm gonna fuck you until you beg for…”
…and oil prices soared as the cost of a barrel of crude rode to an all-time record…
“Oh gawd,” moaned Red, as she grabbed a pillow to cover her ears. “It can't be morning.”
…lost three to two. The Chicago Blackhawks traded right winger, Steve…
From under the pillow, she forced one eye to open. The digital alarm clock showed 6:07.
…snow and blowing snow and near record cold temperatures…
“I don't wanna get up.” Her left hand reached out from under the warm blankets and slapped at the snooze button. Closing her eyes, she sighed and settled back into sleep. “Can I just go back to my dream?”
…all roads leading into the downtown core are slow and there are two major accidents on Michigan Avenue. Delays and cancellations at O'Hare International….
Again, her left hand thrust out from under the blankets and pressed the snooze button. No sooner had she settled back under the covers, the annoying beep-beep-beep of the backup clock sounded.
Red sighed and threw back the covers. A blast of cool air chilled her arms. There was only one way to shut off this alarm – get out of bed, walk across the room and smack the damn button.


What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?

Esmerelda 'Red' Hood is summoned to her mother's executive suite only to learn her sweet granny is headed for a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it's too late.

On board, Red meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other a dark, sophisticated predator. Her grandmother's warning rings in Red's ear "Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing."

Even with the warning, Red has trouble choosing which man could be the big bad wolf and which could be her happily ever after.

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Sexy Red Hood.

Why did you choose to write a twisted fairy tale?
It was requested by my former publisher. And I thought it might be fun.

Why do a twist to Little Red Riding Hood?
It just popped into my head as the fairy tale to choose. I’m not a plotter, but the plot was already set out for this story. I added a few updates and a twist and ta-da Dark Chocolate and Strawberries was written.

Why choose the title Dark Chocolate and Strawberries?
This was originally published under a different title which I never liked. There is a scene and an implied scene in the book that uses melted dark chocolate and strawberries. I like connecting my titles to my books, so I used that.

Why Esmerelda as a name for your heroine?
Total and complete honesty – absolutely no idea. It’s the name that popped into my head. Obviously, she goes by the name Red, but she needed a “real” name and Esmerelda was what my muse offered.

Why haven’t you written another twisted fairy tale?
I just haven’t gotten around to it. I was thinking, since Dark Chocolate and Strawberries is novella length, that I might write a few more and bundle them together. But since procrastination is my middle name, we’ll see if I ever get it done.

Bio and Where to find Daryl Devoré
Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has 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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Tuesday, 25 September 2018

Not your usual ghost story - Kayelle Allen's Lights Out #SpaceOpera #SciFi

What if today was "lights out?"

Read Lights Out in The Expanding Universe #SpaceOpera #NewRelease by @KayelleAllenIf you knew this was your last day to live, what would you do? Would you face the end with a clear conscience? Would you fight for one more day?
Look for that person you wronged and make it right? Run away? Turn and fight? What would you do?

In Lights Out by Kayelle Allen, the hero knows his end is near. Instead of running, Tornahdo makes a choice. He will face death with a clear conscience and the knowledge that his death will serve mankind. He will join...

He can save mankind. After he does one important thing. Die.

Join the Ghost Corps, they said. You'll live forever, they said. You'll save mankind, they said. They didn't say that to do it, first he had to die.

When Tornahdo signs on the dotted line, he puts his life into the steady hands of the mighty Ghost Corps. Three grisly deaths and three agonizing resurrections later, he's assigned duty on Enderium Six.

He's facing his most dangerous mission yet, the very reason the corps exists.

Do they expect him to win? Fat chance. Tornahdo and his team are already dead and this mission is codenamed "Lights Out." No, there's more to this than he can see.

To discover the truth, he must face an unbeatable, unkillable enemy, and this time--somehow--find a way to keep himself alive...

Excerpt, Lights Out by Kayelle Allen

The air reeked of antiseptic and starch stiffened the pillowcase. If only the mind-numbing jabbering would stop.

Tornahdo pried open his eyes. The flattened blood bag above him, stenciled equipment and gray walls screamed military hospital.

He'd died. Again.

Spanish curses slipped out. His abuela would've taken a switch to him. He made the sign of the cross and kissed his fingertips.

After yanking the tube out of his arm, he pressed a thumb over the entry point. Thankfully, this time, he wasn't writhing on the floor in agony. Well, not yet.

A faceless android in a Ghost Corps uniform loomed over a bank of equipment displaying Tornahdo's name and vitals. First impression was right. Military hospital.

The weapons-grade yapping continued.

"Did you hear?" a youthful voice bragged. "He killed six of 'em last night."

"Yeah, but they don't stay dead. They never do."

"If Ultras didn't come back to life, their plasma wouldn't bring our own people back."

The transfusion of enemy blood healed the hole in Tornahdo's arm in seconds. He thumbed off the red smear and rolled over on the gurney.

An open door led to a sink and toilet built to let gravity do its work. Which meant this was a planet. You hadn't lived until you were in space, floating in zero gravity while your body's final twitches sent your corpse spinning.

Notices on the wall confirmed this was San Xavier in the Colonies of Man. Same place he'd bought it the first time.

This was getting old.

Lights Out
part of the Science Fiction/Space Opera anthology
The Expanding Universe Vol 4
edited by Craig Martelle
Available Sept 17, 2018
Exclusively on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited

Peek Inside Lights Out

Go behind the scenes with the world and characters of Lights Out with an exclusive illustrated PDF book. Nothing to sign for or opt in to get. Just click and read:

Read Lights Out in The Expanding Universe #SpaceOpera #NewRelease by @KayelleAllen

About Kayelle Allen

Kayelle Allen writes Sci Fi and Space Opera with misbehaving robots, mythic heroes, role playing immortal gamers, and warriors who purr. She's a US Navy veteran who's been married so long she's tenured. She is the author of seven books, three novellas, and multiple short stories.

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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?

Release September 15, available for pre-sale
$ 0.99 FREE with KU
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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.

“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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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.


“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
“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,
“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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