xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune: December 2019

Friday, 6 December 2019

The Last Time? #new #bdsm #anthology #veterans #contemporary #romance #Giveaway

I can't believe it's Saturday already. The Christmas rush hits home sometimes. If you have a moment to relax, why not grab a copy of my Heroes of Westhrope Ridge anthology. It contains three seasonal novellas and one full-length romance. 
Better still, it's free on Kindle Unlimited.  
This snippet comes from the included Christmas Novella, Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine.  


If you pop over to my author page, I'm giving away three copies. Just tell me which of my books is your fave. 

And a reminder of my books. (If you haven't read any, just tell which cover appeals the most)

Abigail straightened her blonde wig, put on her mask, and strutted into the Masked Night’s BDSM club like Catwoman. Of course, everyone went incognito here, their names assigned by the vetting committee. Tonight, she’d become Kitty Gail, a sassy sub on her way to a first-ever hookup with the mouthwatering Dom, Master Jay.

The low moans of a woman bent over a spanking bench sounded bittersweet to Abigail’s ears. Knowing she’d never visit the club again added an extra swagger to her step. Not coming back for her monthly spanking would be…difficult. In the real world, she exuded confidence, carefully hiding the scared little girl inside her that even her family had disapproved of.

Damn it, she needed that spanking. It reminded her of how much she’d moved on and let her cope with the doubts that always chipped away at her confidence. The mind-blowing orgasms that followed were an added bonus.

But after tonight, Kitty Gail, with her figure-hugging blue catsuit and mask, would morph back into boring schoolteacher, Abigail Montgomery. Permanently.

Across the room, she spotted Master Jay at the soft drinks bar, the upper half of his face obscured by his plain black mask. His neatly trimmed beard and mustache obscured his features still further. He'd been there during on her last three visits, and the way he cared for his subs had made Abigail’s pulse race. She wondered what he looked like beneath all his facial hair and without his mask, but keeping their identities secret topped the club’s priorities.

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Tuesday, 3 December 2019

Heirlooms, Marriage, and the World's Worst Marriage Proposal by Kryssie Fortune #MFRWHooks #regency #romance #proposalk

Welcome to the Marketing For Romance Writers Book Hooks Blog Hop. I'm sharing a snippet from where Waterloo Veteran Viscount Stonehurst has reunited with his father after twelve years. Their's villainous relatives, missing jewels, and complex family relationships to sort out before he can reach for the Happy Ending he desires.   


His father considered a moment. “Agreed, but I need to ask a favor. Will you permit me to send a man to retrieve the family heirlooms I left in the townhouse I deeded to your sister?”

Her brow furrowed, but she couldn’t think straight with Stonehurst’s hand creeping ever closer to her cunny. “There is no property outside of Cornwall. I’m certain of it. If such a deed existed, I’d have seen it.”
A relieved look passed over Stonehurst’s face. “You didn’t ignore Susanna and my by-blow, then?”

Sitting tall, St. Keverne raised an eyebrow at his son. “I would never let my grandchild grow up in poverty, no matter on which side of the blanket the babe was born.”

Stonehurst breathed out with a sigh. “I should have known you’d do the right thing.”

His father’s smile faded and he turned suddenly stern. “Talking of doing the right thing, I dropped into your bedchamber to say goodnight, but you weren’t there. As I returned to my chamber, I heard things in the Chinese room that should only happen between husband and wife. I don’t want history repeating itself.”

Julianna wished she’d stayed with Parson Phillips after all. Her cheeks flamed and her appetite fled. When Stonehurst came to her bed, he’d shown her a new world of pleasure.

She didn’t regret it, but she couldn’t remain here now that his father knew she’d let her inner strumpet out to play. “I’ll leave immediately. Once home, I promise to scour the place for the deed. If I find it, I’ll return it, of course. Have you spoken with Lawyer Hepplethwaite? He’s acted for my family for years. Maybe he knows more about it.”

Stonehurst sprang to her side. “Don’t even think of setting foot in your home until we’re certain your brother isn’t there. You own everything that was his, and he will want it back.”

When he put it that way, her hands shook and her throat dried. Confusion showed in her gaze. She wouldn’t survive another encounter with Kit, especially after he discovered the extra clause in the marriage contract. 

Her staying here would embarrass everyone, though.

“Papa,” Stonehurst continued, “Julianna and I intend to wed as soon as Parson Phillips reads the bans. Can you blame us for anticipating things in the circumstances?”

What? He announced they were to wed? If he’d loved her, she’d have been dancing around the rose garden. Instead, he felt obliged to marry her to protect her reputation. She cared too much to let him do that.


When her brother tries to force her into a marriage with a detestable baron, Julianna Halstead flees the family estate she has helped manage since the death of her parents. But as she makes her escape late at night, Juliana’s carelessness nearly results in her being trampled by a galloping horse, and the steed’s handsome rider takes it upon himself to correct her right then and there.

Though having her bottom bared and soundly spanked on the side of the road leaves Juliana blushing crimson, the punishment arouses her intensely and her body’s helpless response cannot be hidden. To make matters worse, the gentleman over whose lap she was so firmly chastised turns out to be none other than Viscount Stonehurst, someone she has known since childhood.

When Stonehurst learns of Juliana’s predicament, he decides to make her his bride. She will be no ordinary wife, however. She will be something much more shameful. But even as she is leashed, collared, and put on display in a cage wearing only a tail, then brought out to be used in ways no proper lady should enjoy, will Juliana come to love her new life as the viscount’s pet?

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

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Monday, 2 December 2019

Holiday Hope by Libby Campbell #romance #holiday #secondchance #alphahero #spanking #DD #powerexchange #free #contemporary

Holiday Hope by [Campbell, Libby]

When Hannah goes to the wedding as someone’s date, she doesn’t expect to leave with the groom.

Hannah Hansen is only hoping for one thing this Christmas: someone to share her life. She’s not asking for the hottest male model, but please Santa, could he be a little bit alpha? Sensitive new age guys make great friends, but men who are decisive and slightly bossy make her tingle all over.

Then handsome, rich Steve Shewchuk invites her to be his last-minute, plus one at a wedding. Hannah’s hopes soar as Steve’s definitely the dominant type. But before their date is off the ground, Hannah realizes she has made a mistake. Steve’s veneer of an appealing alpha personality hides his thoughtless self absorption. In response to a call from the distressed bride-to-be, he drops Hannah a block from the church, forcing her to walk through a driving rainstorm alone.

Hannah arrives at the church, soaked to the skin, with her expensive hairdo ruined. She realizes her hopes for a future with Steve have washed down the drain along with her mascara.  When the groom, charming Charles DescĂ´teaux helps her in her moment of distress, there is an instant, electrical connection between them.

Could Charles be the assertive man she’s been hoping for? When Charles needs her help, will she be brave enough to rally to his side?

This book is offered free as a thank you to everyone who reads my books. Happy holidays however you spend them.

Disclaimer: Holiday Hope is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women, power exchanges, and explicitly sexual situations. These scenes are fantasies only, suitable for discerning readers. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 


When Charles is dumped at the altar, will Hannah be able to mend his aching heart?


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Wide-eyed with disbelief, people looked from Hannah to Charles back again. A few smiled, enjoying the dramatic change in events. The bride’s family in the front rows on the other side of the church glared at Hannah.

A slow grin crept over Charles’s face. 

“Quite right,” Charles said, sliding his finger around the collar of his shirt again. “I’ve spoken to the Halsey Club and told them to move up the program for tonight. They are expecting the first of our guests to start arriving shortly. There is an open bar. Hors d'oeuvres are being prepared as I speak. A band has been booked so there will be dancing after one of the club’s legendary dinners. Hannah and I hope you will join us.”

A few people stood and pushed toward them, but Charles held onto Hannah’s hand. “We’ll see you at the Halsey Club,” he said and turned off the microphone. Robert was signaling them from the chapel, so Charles led Hannah there at a quick trot. 

The three of them ran out into the rain and Robert pointed down the block. “I’m parked back there. Run for it.”

Charles was careful not to run any faster than Hannah could manage, and she appreciated that he understood how pumps, even with low heels, slowed a person down. Robert got to the four-door sedan before them and opened both the passenger door and backseat door before hopping behind the wheel. 

Charles closed the passenger door and ushered Hannah into the backseat. Then he ran around and climbed in beside her from the driver’s side. He tapped Robert’s shoulder, “To the Halsey Club, James.”

Then he threw his head back and gave one long hoot of laughter. He brought Hannah’s hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “Who are you and what the hell did you just do?”

Hannah saw Robert glance at her in the rearview mirror, waiting for her answer. 
“I’m Hannah Hansen. Mild-mannered accountant by day, undiscovered improv genius and agent provocateur by night.”

“What’s an agent provocateur?” Robert asked. 

“No idea,” Hannah said, enjoying being so close to Charles tall muscular body.

“A general shit disturber.” Charles closed his hands around hers. “You’re shivering.”

“Can’t deny it,” Hannah said. “I’ve been soaked twice in one night. That tends to make me cold.”

When Charles wrapped a muscular arm around her shoulder, she felt instantly warmer, as though he’d pulled her into a protective force field.

Robert said, “I don’t know what possessed you to get up and claim responsibility for canceling the wedding, but I personally want to thank you. Charles was going to wing it but if he’s not talking about the night sky, he can be a very boring speaker. We could still be in the church waiting for him to stutter out answers while people grilled him.”

“When you’ve got a restless crowd, you have to get in front of them,” Hannah said. “Your parents were kind of freaking out. I thought it might help if I drew all the fire onto me. So I started improvising. And I hinted at love spurned because everyone loves a romance. Everyone who has a heart that is.”

Charles chuckled. “But they’re going to know it’s not true. I only just met you.”
“But they won’t figure that out immediately. And now they’ve got a bit of a mystery too. Everyone loves a mystery. Well everyone who has the slightest bit of curiosity does.”

“What were you going to say to the gathered masses, big brother? Got any ideas?” 

“Not offhand,” Charles admitted. “But I’m sure if I stood there long enough, I would have thought of something.”


Ever since her ex married someone else, Hannah has been hoping for true romance. Will she find it at someone else’s wedding?


Don’t miss any of Libby Campbell’s great books: 

The Lighthouses of Devmaer
Bound to the Past, prequel – FREE for a limited time here

Time Travel:

Holiday stories (novellas)
Holiday Hope FREE for a limited time here:

Contemporary Romance:
Romancing the Coasta 3 book box set. Individual titles available separately.
Simon in Chargea 3 book box-set. Individual titles available separately.

Libby Campbell in her own words:
My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.
Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club. 
Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.
My passions are reading and writing. I adore all animals and love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing. 

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