xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune: February 2020

Tuesday, 18 February 2020

Why is Taken as Theirs Suddenly Topical? #mfrwbooks #paranormal #plague




Taken as Theirs came from a book my Literary Group read. After the TV series of The Handmaids Tale, we read the Margret Atwood book. I hadn’t seen the TV series so I came to it with no preconceptions.

I loved the book, but I had so many What if? questions started.

What if a disease decimated mankind?

What if vampires, demons, and werewolves lived among us?

What if the paranormal species were immune to the disease?

What if paranormals became the dominant species?

What if the disease left most females, whatever their species infertile?

Would those women become the survivors’ greatest treasure? Or would they become a commodity that powerful men could buy, sell, and breed?

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Excerpt


Wolf senses on full alert, Dane guarded Eli’s back as they moved around the inner courtyard walls. Earlier, when Eli had delivered the first ale barrels, he’d dumped a rope behind the horse trough. Now he retrieved it and slung it over one shoulder.
Dane had thought his brother’s hormones had gone into hyperdrive—again. Just like they did around any attractive female. This sudden attraction to the breeder fit Eli’s love ‘em and leave ‘em pattern. On their last trip, there’d been a contretemps with the daughter of the Black Cardinal pack’s alpha. Hence their hasty exit from foreign territory.
Their father, alpha of the Dark Moon Prowlers had sent a diplomatic mission to soothe things over. Eli had shrugged his shoulders and taken Sable, his sister’s best friend for dinner. Now he mooned over the breeder.
Rubbing his scarred cheek, Dane sighed. Eli needed the pack’s approval. If the she-wolves melted when Eli flirted with them, so much the better. Eli had been that way since he fucked up when they were serving with the Special Forces team in Afghanistan.
Young and stupid, barely into their immortality, they’d thought they were invincible and enlisted. When a team member triggered an IED, Dane had covered his brother’s body with his own. If Eli had taken a step closer, he’d have been wiped off the planet. Instead, the explosive device left Dane peppered with nails and his right cheek ripped apart by shrapnel.
Sometimes—usually—Dane felt imperfect and flawed. Eli blamed himself of course, but Dane never had. He’d become the sensible one, the pack’s enforcer as well as their troubleshooter. Having seen the breeder, Dane understood Eli’s need to free her. Hell, getting her out of there unmolested mattered more than breathing.
Women always fell for Eli’s easy charm and killer smile, but they took one look at Dane’s scars and turned away. With his damaged face, he’d need to move with a wolf’s tricky cunning to win the breeder’s heart. Living without her wouldn’t be living at all.
They waited until the vampires fell on the fresh ale, all intent on drinking themselves into a stupor. Dane checked out the courtyard and nodded to his brother. As Lycan troubleshooters in a vampire stronghold, they needed to tread carefully.
Even in human form, they were both six-feet-seven inches of bulging muscle. Despite their size, they moved without a whisper of sound as they tracked the breeder. Her sweet scent pervaded the twisting corridors, guiding them to her cell.
When they reached the easternmost point of the curtain wall, they grinned. It overlooked the sea, but it sat atop a one-hundred-foot-high cliff. Eli nodded toward the breeder’s cell. “She’ll be glad to see the back of this place. Since we’re at the easterly point of the clifftop, getting her out should be a breeze.”
Ready to rush to the breeder’s rescue, all guns blazing, Eli stood back, ready to shoulder charge the door. Dane grabbed his arm and hauled him into an alcove. “Someone’s coming.”


Monday, 10 February 2020

Saving Jessie (Safe and Secure Book 2) by Alyssa Bailey #Contemporary #Sassy #military #alphahero #Kentucky #murder


Blurb:
 With lives in the balance, what could she do but comply with their demands?
Accountant Jessica Roe kept her head down and always followed the rules. When she discovered possible illegal activity with her employer, she left that job and joined Reynaud and Associates. Life was good, her brother hadn’t asked for money in months and she was now dating Mark Jensen. Within one week: her brother needed money, her old employer was trying to blackmail her, and she was nearly raped and killed. Not only is her savings at risk, but her relationship with Mark, her job with Reynaud and Associates, her friends, and her life. 
Mark Jensen worked hard and played harder, preferring one-night stands to anything long term, until he hooked up with the company accountant. Jessie is a sassy, sweet, rule follower with a deep-seated loneliness about her that is unlike any woman he’s dated. She has stolen his heart. Just when Mark had finally convinced Jessie to move in with him, her brother has more than money problems to lay at his sister’s door. Suddenly, Jessie is over her head and making all the wrong decisions while trying to protect her new friends, brother, and lover. 
When Jessie’s past and present puts her in the middle of international illegal trade, it will take the whole team to keep her safe while they figure out the details and bring this operation to a crashing halt. 
This is book two in the Safe and Secure series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.
Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, action, adventure, danger, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
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She must betray someone to survive: her country, her brother, or her lover

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R Rated Spanking Excerpt
Jessie hated punishments…
Sliding two fingers inside the elastic at the waist of her panties, Mark slowly brought them down over Jessie’s bottom, stopping his descent briefly to rub his hands in slow, sensual circles over her bared rear end. The frissons of response that action created were both erotic and expectant. Her knees became unsteady. One sharp sting on a lower cheek followed by his skillful massage before repeating the act on the other cheek had her melting. 
“Mmm,” came his hum of approval. Without warning, a long, experienced finger slid between her nether lips just enough to tease her vaginal entrance. A line of wetness trailed his finger, and he resumed his panty retreat from her thighs, his caresses repeated as he walked the silk, and lace over her calves. 
“Step,” he instructed when the panties reached her feet. She did, and then they were whisked away. She couldn’t believe he was sniffing her panties then pocketing them, but he was. Mark was obviously as turned on as she was. 
“Mark…” her voice anguished. 
“These have your tantalizing perfume sweetheart, and I can’t resist inhaling.” Then he patted his thigh, and his voice lost all playfulness. “You have to place yourself this time, baby. We’ve been here enough. You know what to do.” 
He patted his thigh again, and Jessie could feel her face and neck flush with heat. Her lip hurt from her teeth bearing down on the tender flesh, her tongue slipped out to caress the nipped area. Mark pulled her toward him and kissed her bruised lips, bruising them more with his intensity. He spoke with longing and a hint of frustration as he squeezed her bottom. The room twirled, and Jessie thought she was going to come from the arousal her man had excited in her. 
“You make it hard to punish you when all I want to do is take you to bed and have my wicked way with you.” 
“I want that.” 
“Spanking first, naughty girl.” His tone was resigned. She needed to be resolute as well. Get past this part so we can move onto the good stuff. 
Before she could register more than consuming lust, she found herself ass up over his knee. She swiftly took a deep breath, her ass already stinging, and heating. No warning, no warm-up, no words. But his impatient frustration took the job of placement from her. The few other times he’d made her count out the number of punishment swats he had proclaimed she’d earned, but not this time. He slapped her backside hard, and fast, painting every single inch several times over with his painful presence. The heat was intense, the sting approached unbearable, and her squirming had begun in full force. 
“Mark, please, please, this… ow… this is too much. Baby, please, I… ow, I get it. I’m sorry, please, stop.” 
She wiggled her bottom, and he continued to slap it until, as quickly as he’d started, he stopped. A deep breath in, and a whoosh of pent up air released. He was rubbing her tight, hot, aching bottom, and while it still hurt like hell, she could feel her liquid arousal. The tears in her eyes did not diminish the burn in her ass or the ache in her pussy. The tingling was morphing into desire. Without any indication he was going to change his activity again, his large fingers invaded her wet center, scooping up some fluid and spreading it to her clit, then gathered more to smooth over her back entrance.
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Will protecting her past destroy her future.?
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Meet Alyssa Bailey:
USA Today and International best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.
Alyssa loves writing about consensual power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe.  
If she can throw a little mystery, humor, and suspense in her stories, it’s even better. She writes historical and contemporary love stories devised to leave you with that book hangover we crave.

Out of Curiosity…
  1. Where did Jessie come from?
Accounting, of course. Ha-ha Jessie was mentioned in the first book as a quiet, non-descript scene filler and before I knew it, she was taking over one of the ending scenes of Saving Sharlee. 
  1. Mark seemed more intense and yet disciplined less than the others. Why?
Mark disciplined for discipline and he wasn’t as much into that as the sexy discipline sessions. He also adjusted his intensity to be with Jessie who was a polar opposite from Sharlee. The things we do for love.

  1. What is one of your favorite things to do?
Have a tea party. We do one at Christmas with all the girls from 0 to 99. 

  1. Do you like your men with long or short hair?
LONG. If it is kept neat and clean, I love it flowing down his back.

  1. Beard or mustache?
Both, if you mean on him not her. I love a full beard on some and then some… not so much. Mustache is the same. If it is trimmed neatly and kept clean, I love it. No straggly mess for me. 





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Ciaran and Katherine's Story

Quinlan and Cheyenne's Story

Kelli and Parker’s Story




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Saving Jessie (Book 2) Jan 2020

Clearwater Ranch Series 

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Thursday, 6 February 2020

The Liberation of Miss X by Etta Stark #KindleUnlimited #ku #spanking #romance




This is the first book in a new series ‘Victorian Submission’ about a very exclusive (and rather kinky) club in nineteenth century London. It’s called the Spider Club and its members have a tradition of never using their real names when they are there. The book’s heroine, Flora Taylor, is playfully nicknamed Miss X by one of the Spider Club’s stalwart members, the formidable Madame J. A fitting moniker for a girl who is embracing a new life and a new identity.




Blurb:

London 1890. Flora Taylor has been estranged from her beloved brother, Edward, for five years after their father banished him from the house and refused to have anything to do with him. When she is reunited with him, she is delighted to have him back in her life but, sadly, her happiness is short-lived.

Edward and his lover, George, are arrested and imprisoned. The laws of Victorian London mean that the two men are facing the prospect of prison with hard labor for the crime of being in love with one another.

Flora must work with Edward’s friend and solicitor William Beech to secure their release. However, the more time she spends with Mr. Beech, the more she finds herself opening up to feelings and passions that she has never had the chance to explore before.

As Flora and Mr. Beech fall in love, they explore a world of discipline and submission. A world that is new to Flora but already familiar to Mr. Beech, a member of a very special London club. Flora discovers a world that she







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About Etta Stark:


Etta Stark is an enthusiastic writer and reader of spanking romance who writes the kinds of books that she enjoys reading - historical and contemporary romances with strong characters and proper plotlines in between all the delicious spankings.






Excerpt:
William could not have been more pleased with how well Flora had taken the spanking. She really was a natural, he thought. She had accepted everything that he had given her without a struggle.
The blissful look she was wearing as he unbuckled her straps, only served to reaffirm that this had been exactly what she needed. He allowed her some minutes to regain her composure before helping her off the spanking bench.
Her limbs were a bit wobbly as he helped her to her feet. She looked a little drunk. “Come with me,” said William holding out his hand.
Flora took it and followed him without question.
He led her to a full-length mirror in the corner of the dungeon room. “Turn around,” he commanded.
Flora did as she was bid turning her back on the looking glass.
“Now look back over your shoulder. I want you to see your bottom.”
Flora’s eyes grew wide as she looked at her bottom in the mirror. She got the full effect of the design that William had seen take shape during the duration of the spanking. Flora’s bottom was crimson from the top of her buttocks to the crease where her bottom met her thighs. It shone like a shiny red beacon. Across the fleshiest part, there lay a crisscross pattern of darker red lines–the marks of the cane he had used. Just below that on the underside of her bottom–the place she would feel it most when she sat down–was a cloud of light purple and grey bruising that William knew would darken over the next day or so.
“Oh my goodness,” said Flora, running her hands over her bruised and swollen bottom. “You did that to me? You beast!”
The broad smile spreading across her face reassured William that she held no resentment towards him and his beastly behaviour.

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