Saturday Spanks - A Spanking For Molly - A Women Too Scared To Try Submission

Powered by Linky Tools
Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list...

Everyone thinks Molly Pearson's a good girl, but her dreams are as naughty as can be.
She's fantasised over the Pearson Twins for years, not that they'd ever look at a mouse like her.
Her Cousin Angela tricks her into spending the weekend at a pleasure hotel - a place where lovers go to enact their fantasies.

Her cheeks heated, and she wished she’d kept her mouth shut. These girls would surely just scoff at her silly dreams. It didn’t stop her picturing her secret agent lover strutting toward her in his tux. Better still, make that lovers in the plural. The Pearson twins could put even Tom Hiddleston to shame.

They’d flirt, maybe even share a couple of drinks before they whisked her up to their hotel room and tried to spank the information out of her. Of course, they’d have to tie her up first. She’d never tried bondage or mingled pleasure with pain, but each night as she masturbated in her bed, she dreamed of being tied down and helpless, completely at her lovers’ mercy.

Angela tells the Pearson Twins that Molly's a brat who tries to top from the bottom. She insists Molly will be fine if they can push her into using her safeword. Of course, she never said anything to Molly.
The Twins carry her off to their dungeon, determined to make her safeword them.

The dull edge of a blade ran over her flesh as the sharp side cut through her figure-hugging outfit with ease. Her instinct demanded she twist and thrash in her bonds, but she hardly dare move let alone breathe in case the knife wielder’s hand slipped, and he carved bloody red ribbons in her flesh. She froze as these Doms cut the clothes from her body, but flames of pleasure shot down her spine. Naked, blindfolded, and bound, she whimpered as her newly bared ass hung off the end of the padded table.

Thwack. A hand landed on her exposed bottom, closely followed by another. She yelped as pain stung through her muscles. Another pair of blows. Another scream she couldn’t suppress. Her captors double-teamed her, spanking her bare butt in unison, and she … loved it.

Pain blurred her vision into rainbow colors. Agony claimed her, filled her, wound around her in tendrils tighter than her bonds. Her breathing came in short, sharp pants. She’d do anything, say anything to make this nightmare end, but something unfamiliar and delectable unfurled inside her. Beyond the pain, a new freedom beckoned.

Unbridled sensations broke free inside her. Hunger, heat, and desire—steamed through her cunt. Every blow made her nipples bead and her womb contract. She buried her face in the plastic padding to cover her screams. Her pussy clenched, and orgasm built like a slow-burning fuse inside her. These men made her ravenous and eager, but if this were for real, she’d loathe the way her body responded to them.

Another pair of blows landed, taking her to the volcano’s edge of orgasm, then one of her captors ran his hand through her cunt. When he found her clit, he pinched it hard. “Say the word, princess.”

Her lip trembled, and she almost begged him to fuck her. They could take turns while the other stood back and watched. Hell, she’d take one in her mouth and one in her pussy. Nothing mattered except they released the orgasm pent-up inside her. “Please? I…”

Damn it. She wouldn’t beg them for sex. She couldn’t, not when it might end this scene. Jaw clamped, she turned her head away from their voices, trying to blank out every need, every plea that they triggered inside her. It didn’t help that she whimpered and wriggled her ass like an animal in heat.

One of her captors chuckled, the sound pouring over her body like warm honey. It had to be the blond. The dark-haired one’s voice sounded as smooth and satisfying as a glass of malt whisky. Hearing either of them speak warmed her deep inside. No! She refused to think anything good about them, not yet. That spanking had taken her to a sensual height she’d never explored before. Playing out this fantasy felt amazing. No way did she want this scene to stop. Better to pretend they were violent drug dealers who’d threatened to kill her. That way she could experience every delight they offered.

A hand clamped the small of her back, pinning her more firmly than the straps. Whisky snarled, “Time to take it up a gear.”

Buy Links

Luminosity Publishing   http://bit.ly/29CeW2m

All Romance Books       http://bit.ly/29B2K2G

Amazon.com                 http://amzn.to/29zLFTI

Amazon.co.uk               http://amzn.to/29H3ELT

Amazon Au.                 http://amzn.to/29H4hEZ

Recipe For A Novella ***TAKEN BY TWIN DOMS*** Out Today.

There's nothing so exciting or so terrifying as a new book release.  And my latest novella comes out TODAY.

Recipe for a novella. 

Ingredients

Twin millionaires in masks.
A woman too scared to explore her sexuality.
And the bitchiest  cousin you can imagine.
Fur-lined handcuffs.
A well-stocked dungeon.
A blindfold that blocks out the world.

Method

Bring everything together in a pleasure hotel.

Mix well.

Stand back.

And let a new world of sexiness explode.

Blurb

One repressed heroine, twin Doms with sex toys, and a relationship based on a lie.

Too scared to step out of her comfort zone, Molly dreams of submitting to a powerful man’s will. When her cousin tricks her into visiting the Pearson twins’ Pleasure Hotel, she realizes she could play out her fantasies. Despite the sexual games going on around her, she still refuses to accept her sensual nature.

Steve and Brett Pearson want a sub with fire in her soul. Deceived by Molly’s cousin, they believe Molly craves a kidnap and interrogation scene where two men torment her with sex toys before taking her to sexual heights. They’ll stop the instant she says the safe word. As their reluctant prisoner, she has no idea what the safe word is.

After the way Molly responded to their dominance, the Pearson twins want to know her better. Can they win her heart after they’ve bound her, blindfolded her, and forced their BDSM games on her?

Reader Advisory: Contains scenes of forced seduction, twin Doms with sex toys, and a repressed heroine who was born to be wild.

PUBLISHER NOTE: M/F/M BDSM Ménage Romance of 19,172 words

Buy links

Luminosity Publishing   http://bit.ly/29CeW2m

All Romance Books       http://bit.ly/29B2K2G

Amazon.com                 http://amzn.to/29zLFTI

Amazon.co.uk               http://amzn.to/29H3ELT

Amazon Au.                 http://amzn.to/29H4hEZ

       

Excerpt

Perched on the side of the bed, she tried to look on the bright side but finally decided there wasn’t one. Leaving before the rest of the hen party would only upset her family. Staying would be a … temptation. Overwhelmed by fantasies, she yearned for something she couldn’t define. Something Angela and the other girls in the hen party found so easy to accept. Then again, Molly had always been the girl who overthought things.

The various activities spelled out on that questionnaire sent a hormone surge through her blood. Cheeks and breasts scarlet, thoughts whirling as though caught up in a tornado, she wondered what sexual games the other hens had planned for tonight. Thoughts of letting a stranger explore her body, maybe even letting him spank her, consumed her. Afterward, they’d share sex so hot the bed sheets caught fire.

That list of rules showed how well this hotel protected their guests’ privacy, but what sort of scenes went on in the dungeon that she might interrupt? Maybe a Dominatrix flogging a disobedient sub? Perhaps a blindfolded slave giving their master a blowjob? Being bound, blindfolded, and naked with a Dom’s cock pumping down her throat only happened in her best dreams. In them, she was totally open and vulnerable, willing to do whatever it took to please her twin lovers. Pulse rate rocketing, eyes closed, she savored her favorite daydream.

So far the questionnaire seemed innocuous, but over the page, it was set out like a menu. The inner two pages detailed everything on offer, from suspension to pet play or fisting. Three tick boxes sat alongside each one. The instructions said to tick the things that were acceptable in the first column, soft limits in the second, and hard limits in the third. Since this form was for her eyes only, she grinned and worked her way down the list.

Asphyxiation was a definite hard limit, as were knife play, golden showers, and gags. A dildo or butt plug would be acceptable, but suspension? Maybe, with the right partner, she’d enjoy it.

Just reading down the list left her hot and bothered, her body more sexually aware than it had been for months. Since no one else would ever see this form, she ticked bondage and multiple partners as acceptable. After all, this game just passed the time until dinner.

The back page demanded every detail of the fantasy she wanted to play out. For those lacking imagination, it even offered a few suggestions. Prancing around like a pony with a bit between her teeth and a butt plug holding a false tail in her ass didn’t appeal. Neither did rape fantasies or anything that reeked of medical.

Reading through the rest of the form made her glad she’d packed her vibrator. Embarrassed by the way her heart raced and her cunt tingled, she shoved the form in the bin as though flames shot from it.

A pre-dinner shower beckoned, but the way her body burned for sexual fulfillment, a cold one might be best. Stepping out of her panties, she widened her stance and circled her fingers around her clit, gradually increasing the pressure. She closed her eyes and imagined herself doing some of the things spelled out on that form. Her newly freed curls tumbled over her shoulders as she threw back her head and rubbed harder at her clit. Moisture flooded her pussy. After a final flick of her fingers, the sensitive nerves in her pussy overheated. She came hard and fast.

Now she really needed the shower. She couldn’t go down to dinner in a pleasure hotel smelling of sex. Almost, she turned the water to cold, but she chickened out and stepped under the hot water. As the shower glass fogged, she let the hotel’s orange-scented shower gel relax her. When she heard the room’s outer door slam, she shot from the shower and wrapped a towel around her bitty breasts. “Who’s there?”

Her voice echoed in the empty bedroom, but a maid had laid a change of clothes out on the bed. Another look showed her the porters hadn’t yet brought up her suitcase. Whoever laid out the black PVC catsuit had taken her jeans and T-shirt along with her underwear. Furious, she rang down to reception. “This is Molly Wade in room 407. Where are my clothes and what’s with the black outfit on my bed?”

A soft, feminine voice reassured her, “I’m sorry, Miss Wade. I thought you understood. Tonight’s our fancy dress gala. We pride ourselves on matching our outfits to your fantasies. I believe the maid laid yours out for you. Please be assured our staff will deliver your suitcase to your room while you enjoy your dinner.”

Refusing to be pacified, Molly almost hurled the phone at the wall. Instead, she snapped, “Then I’ll order room service rather than attend your fancy dress night.”

Again the voice sounded unruffled and professional. “I’m afraid that’s unavailable tonight. You need to check with your party leader, Miss Angela Hall, since we explained everything in the confirmation we sent her.”

Molly fumed. No clothes, not even underwear, no room service, and no option but to strut about in the sinfully sexy catsuit. Part of her cheered, but Angela had a lot to answer for.

Meet Brett and Steve Pearson—Multimillionaires and Doms. #romance #twins #amreading

Hi Brett. Hi Steve.

Thanks for letting me drop by to interview you. Goodness, it’s hot in here. Just looking at this pair has my heart beating faster. Steve’s a Chris Hemsworth lookalike who moves like a gunslinger. Brett’s got a dangerous air, more sniper than gunslinger—think a short haired version of Tom Hiddleston playing Loki. He’s more Chris Hemsworth when he’s playing Thor.  First off, just for my readers, you’re not identical twins.

Steve: You noticed.

Brett: No. I’m the good looking one. He’s the quick-tempered, rude one. Ignore him. Can I offer you brandy? It’s almost ninety years old.

I shake my head.  I’m not a lover of spirits, but a coffee would be wonderful. Shall we start? Here we go then.

You’re very young to own and run a country park and hotel. How did you manage that?

Steve: It’s a pleasure hotel. People don’t just come here to enjoy the grounds and the deer park, you know.

Brett: That’s right. We have state of the art dungeons, gala dinners, and fantasy fancy dress nights. Our guests come here to explore different aspects of their sexuality. As long as they don’t hurt anyone, pretty much anything goes. Sometimes they have a fantasy they want to act out. We can help with that if they like.

Goodness. I’m blushing now, but they still haven’t answered my question. Maybe I need to phrase it differently. “Did you inherit the hotel?”

Brett: Hell no. We paid cash.

This place must have cost millions. It’s restored Regency style at its finest. Then there’s those state of the art dungeons. I wonder if they might show me around them later.

Steve: (laughs)  We’re not drug dealers or anything. We’re software engineers. Neither of us fancied taking out a student loan, so we paid our way through university by writing computer games. We hit the big time when we started our Spartan Warrior series. In fact, our next one’s released next month.

Brett: We fell in love with this place when we saw it. It was the perfect place to open our BDSM school and run our Dominance / submission weekends. Male on male. Female on female. Threesomes. Everyone’s welcome here.   

Okay, my next question’s going to make me blush. Still, I have to ask it. “So, are you dominant or submissive?”

Both men throw back their heads and laugh.

Steve: Come downstairs and I’ll show you. You’ve got a nice ass under that business suit. How about you let me spank it? 

Brett: Don’t do it. He’ll have your panties around your ankles in seconds. Let’s just say he should have trained as a proctologist rather than a programmer. Me, I’m more straightforward. I’ll spank your cute ass then tease and caress your body until you beg me to come.

Someone must have turned the thermostat up. It just got hotter in here. If I don’t leave now, I’ll end up with a red bottom and two men… No. I’ve got to forget those dungeons and get out of here.  “Thank you gentlemen. I think I’ve got all I need for my article. I leave you in peace now.

They both stand up and see me to my car. Oddly, their so compelling I don’t want to leave, but since I’m not brave enough to stay, I give them a wave and drive off.

Blurb 

One repressed heroine, twin Doms with sex toys, and a relationship based on a lie.

Too scared to step out of her comfort zone, Molly dreams of submitting to a powerful man’s will. When her cousin tricks her into visiting the Pearson twins’ Pleasure Hotel, she realizes she could play out her fantasies. Despite the sexual games going on around her, she still refuses to accept her sensual nature.

Steve and Brett Pearson want a sub with fire in her soul. Deceived by Molly’s cousin, they believe Molly craves a kidnap and interrogation scene where two men torment her with sex toys before taking her to sexual heights. They’ll stop the instant she says the safe word. As their reluctant prisoner, she has no idea what the safe word is.

After the way Molly responded to their dominance, the Pearson twins want to know her better. Can they win her heart after they’ve bound her, blindfolded her, and forced their BDSM games on her?

Reader Advisory: Contains scenes of forced seduction, twin Doms with sex toys, and a repressed heroine who was born to be wild.

PUBLISHER NOTE: M/F/M BDSM Ménage Romance of 19,172 words

Buy links

Luminosity Publishing   http://bit.ly/29CeW2m

All Romance Books       http://bit.ly/29B2K2G

Amazon.com                 http://amzn.to/29zLFTI

Amazon.co.uk               http://amzn.to/29H3ELT

Amazon Au.                 http://amzn.to/29H4hEZ

       

Excerpt

Excerpt:

Perched on the side of the bed, she tried to look on the bright side but finally decided there wasn’t one. Leaving before the rest of the hen party would only upset her family. Staying would be a … temptation. Overwhelmed by fantasies, she yearned for something she couldn’t define. Something Angela and the other girls in the hen party found so easy to accept. Then again, Molly had always been the girl who overthought things.

The various activities spelled out on that questionnaire sent a hormone surge through her blood. Cheeks and breasts scarlet, thoughts whirling as though caught up in a tornado, she wondered what sexual games the other hens had planned for tonight. Thoughts of letting a stranger explore her body, maybe even letting him spank her, consumed her. Afterward, they’d share sex so hot the bed sheets caught fire.

That list of rules showed how well this hotel protected their guests’ privacy, but what sort of scenes went on in the dungeon that she might interrupt? Maybe a Dominatrix flogging a disobedient sub? Perhaps a blindfolded slave giving their master a blowjob? Being bound, blindfolded, and naked with a Dom’s cock pumping down her throat only happened in her best dreams. In them, she was totally open and vulnerable, willing to do whatever it took to please her twin lovers. Pulse rate rocketing, eyes closed, she savored her favorite daydream.

So far the questionnaire seemed innocuous, but over the page, it was set out like a menu. The inner two pages detailed everything on offer, from suspension to pet play or fisting. Three tick boxes sat alongside each one. The instructions said to tick the things that were acceptable in the first column, soft limits in the second, and hard limits in the third. Since this form was for her eyes only, she grinned and worked her way down the list.

Asphyxiation was a definite hard limit, as were knife play, golden showers, and gags. A dildo or butt plug would be acceptable, but suspension? Maybe, with the right partner, she’d enjoy it.

Just reading down the list left her hot and bothered, her body more sexually aware than it had been for months. Since no one else would ever see this form, she ticked bondage and multiple partners as acceptable. After all, this game just passed the time until dinner.

The back page demanded every detail of the fantasy she wanted to play out. For those lacking imagination, it even offered a few suggestions. Prancing around like a pony with a bit between her teeth and a butt plug holding a false tail in her ass didn’t appeal. Neither did rape fantasies or anything that reeked of medical.

Reading through the rest of the form made her glad she’d packed her vibrator. Embarrassed by the way her heart raced and her cunt tingled, she shoved the form in the bin as though flames shot from it.

A pre-dinner shower beckoned, but the way her body burned for sexual fulfillment, a cold one might be best. Stepping out of her panties, she widened her stance and circled her fingers around her clit, gradually increasing the pressure. She closed her eyes and imagined herself doing some of the things spelled out on that form. Her newly freed curls tumbled over her shoulders as she threw back her head and rubbed harder at her clit. Moisture flooded her pussy. After a final flick of her fingers, the sensitive nerves in her pussy overheated. She came hard and fast.

Now she really needed the shower. She couldn’t go down to dinner in a pleasure hotel smelling of sex. Almost, she turned the water to cold, but she chickened out and stepped under the hot water. As the shower glass fogged, she let the hotel’s orange-scented shower gel relax her. When she heard the room’s outer door slam, she shot from the shower and wrapped a towel around her bitty breasts. “Who’s there?”

Her voice echoed in the empty bedroom, but a maid had laid a change of clothes out on the bed. Another look showed her the porters hadn’t yet brought up her suitcase. Whoever laid out the black PVC catsuit had taken her jeans and T-shirt along with her underwear. Furious, she rang down to reception. “This is Molly Wade in room 407. Where are my clothes and what’s with the black outfit on my bed?”

A soft, feminine voice reassured her, “I’m sorry, Miss Wade. I thought you understood. Tonight’s our fancy dress gala. We pride ourselves on matching our outfits to your fantasies. I believe the maid laid yours out for you. Please be assured our staff will deliver your suitcase to your room while you enjoy your dinner.”

Refusing to be pacified, Molly almost hurled the phone at the wall. Instead, she snapped, “Then I’ll order room service rather than attend your fancy dress night.”

Again the voice sounded unruffled and professional. “I’m afraid that’s unavailable tonight. You need to check with your party leader, Miss Angela Hall, since we explained everything in the confirmation we sent her.”

Molly fumed. No clothes, not even underwear, no room service, and no option but to strut about in the sinfully sexy catsuit. Part of her cheered, but Angela had a lot to answer for.

Six Things You Didn't Know About Me #amwriting #book #discount

How tall am I?

Five feet six if I stretch up like a ballerina. Okay, five feet five,

My hidden Talent

Does my big mouth count? If I can do something I brag about it. Honestly, never tell me any secrets.

My biggest writing Peeve?

When characters won’t do what they’re supposed to. Sometimes it adds an unexpected twist I never saw coming. Sometimes I have to go back and revise something that happened earlier—just so they can get their own way.

My favorite song?

Happy by Pharrell Williams. It makes me want to throw my arms in the air and dance. That can be embarrassing if I’m in public.

My most embarrassing moment.

Sadly, there’s so many it’s hard to choose. I was in a very earnest work seminar. Everyone sat around with solemn faces and spoke in hushed voices. The question was, if you were an animal, what would you be? There were the owls who wanted wisdom. The eagles who wanted supremacy in the air. Even an elephant – although God alone knows why. That trunk would only get in the way.

Me? I’d just been reading abut were-tigers and stuff. I blurted out the first thing that came into my head. “I want to be a cougar.”

See, back to my big mouth but at least it was an icebreaker.

I don’t only write paranormal romance

This week Luminosity publish my latest novella—Taken by Twin Doms.

NO shapeshifters. No vampires. No magic. Just two drop dead gorgeous males and woman too scared to experience her submissive side. 

Discounted for Pre-order here 

http://luminositypublishing.com/product/taken-by-twin-doms/

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-takenbytwindoms-2066951-147.html

Blurb

One repressed heroine, twin Doms with sex toys, and a relationship based on a lie.

Too scared to step out of her comfort zone, Molly dreams of submitting to a powerful man’s will. When her cousin tricks her into visiting the Pearson twins’ Pleasure Hotel, she realizes she could play out her fantasies. Despite the sexual games going on around her, she still refuses to accept her sensual nature.

Steve and Brett Pearson want a sub with fire in her soul. Deceived by Molly’s cousin, they believe Molly craves a kidnap and interrogation scene where two men torment her with sex toys before taking her to sexual heights. They’ll stop the instant she says the safe word. As their reluctant prisoner, she has no idea what the safe word is.

After the way Molly responded to their dominance, the Pearson twins want to know her better. Can they win her heart after they’ve bound her, blindfolded her, and forced their BDSM games on her?

Reader Advisory: Contains scenes of forced seduction, twin Doms with sex toys, and a repressed heroine who was born to be wild.

PUBLISHER NOTE: M/F/M BDSM Ménage Romance of 19,172 words

Me, Tom Sawyer, and That Damn Fence #book #amreading #excerpt

I was hot. I was sweaty. The sun beat on my back. My arms ached and I wanted to stop. That’s what I get for painting the fence. My brain started to wander. I remembered Tom Sawyer in  Mark Twain’s book, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, had to whitewash the fence. Not just any fence either. It was nine foot high and 30 feet long. And there I was feeling aggrieved.

Me? I’m not clever like Tom. Plus I was in my enclosed back garden. If I’d been out by the road, I might even have tried Tom’s tactics. I’d have hummed and smiled, so happy to do the painting that I never wanted to stop. And, no, I was having such fun that I didn’t want any help. Of course, if you were to pay me, I might let you have a go.

This scene’s stuck with me since I first read the book back in my early teens. I started to wonder why. Maybe it was the way Tom manipulated other boys. Perhaps it was because he’d been brave enough to skip school—something I can honestly say I never did. Maybe he just sounded fun to be around.

That got me thinking about my favorite books. I always cry at Little Women when Beth dies. I hate Romeo and Juliet, and by default West Side Story. No happy ending, then it’s not for me. I’m not a George Orwell fan either.

Agatha Christie's more my line. A neat little mystery bought about by well-drawn characters in a setting that draws me in. The big reveal at the end always makes me think, “I knew that” or “Why didn’t I see it?

That got me wondering about the books I’ve written and if I had a stand out favorite. And I did. My second “Scattered Siblings” book, Curse of the Fae King is a standout for me. Why that one?

Well, I’m no Agatha Christie, but  I did some serious world building in this one. It moved the story on from To Wed a Werewolf, had a great romance, a bad guy that people fell for and a heroine that can’t stick to her diet. And did I mention Lipstick?

He’s the Fae King’s newly hatched war dragon, but if there’s trouble he’ll find it. Dragons eat six or seven times their body weight daily, more when they hit a growth spurt. Poor Lipstick’s one hungry little dragon, but boy is he cute. There’s a bit of a mystery too. In short, it meets my criteria for a book I’d love to read. 

Blurb
Leonidas’s nightmare: when he inherited the Fae throne, he inherited the curse a witch cast on his bloodline. No wonder he hates witches. His dirty secret: if he doesn’t bed a different woman every month he’ll turn feral – and he’s bored to death with mindless sex. 
When he hunts down his escaped war dragon, his enemies trap him on earth and strip his powers. His month’s almost up and if he doesn’t bed someone soon, his beast will rise. 

Meena’s dream: to be good at something. Anything. Even sticking to a diet. Her secret: she’s a failed witch masquerading as human. She accidentally bonds with Leonidas’s escaped dragon. Sparks fly when he wants it back.

Plunged into a world of stuck-up Fae, evil elves, and high-adventure they must solve a twenty-two year-old mystery. Along the way, they tumble into bed, and lust leads, unexpectedly, to love. When Leonidas’s curse kicks in again, he’ll have to abandon Meena and bed another. Is their love strong enough to survive their secrets and break the ancient curse?

Buy Links

Loose ID           http://bit.ly/295rEpG
Amazon US      http://amzn.to/295rRsY
Amazon UK      http://amzn.to/28SyaSc
Amazon AU      http://amzn.to/28V7CAZ
All Romance     http://bit.ly/1UjKrAD      
   
Excerpt     
“That’s my bloody dragon!” The Fae stalked across the cliff top, his emerald shirt billowing beneath his black leather waistcoat. “And I will be having him back.” 
Meena’s curls tumbled over her shoulders, an ebony waterfall streaked with rainbow colors. She’d come up to the abbey ruins for solitude and peace, and as usual, she’d found it. Unless you counted the little lost dragonet at her feet. A large dog would have dwarfed him, but he was definitely the cutest otherworld creature she’d ever seen. And now his owner wanted him back. 
She glanced back toward the main entrance to see who’d provoked the Fae’s fury. There wasn’t another soul to be seen, which meant... 
Sweet Hekate. He’s yelling at me. 
Okay, her life was... Well, it wasn’t good, but no one snarled at her like that. Meena clenched her fists and squared her shoulders while the dragonet rested his head on his paws and took another bite of her sandwich. 
The Fae’s arrogance chafed, but she refused to take her anger out on the dragonet. The way he mewled and flopped down at feet made her smile. 
Meena removed her gloves and fondled his pointy ears. “Cheer up, Lipstick. Daddy’s finally come to take you home. What a pity he didn’t take better care of you in the first place.” 
“Lipstick?” Leonidas thundered. "You named a powerful war dragon Lipstick. He should bear a noble name like Dreadnought or Valiant.” 
With his uptight expression, corded muscle, and stiff spine, he had to be Fae royalty. That didn’t bode well for an outcast like her. 
Meena smiled her professional customer-service smile--the one that had let her down earlier. “But he's the same color as my new lipstick. Scarlet Kisses, see?” 
She brandished it like a talisman. She expected smoke to come out of this overbearing Fae’s ears. How satisfying was that? Whenever Fae passed through Whitby, they dissed her completely--but that wasn’t always a bad thing. Eight years ago when her powers didn’t manifest at puberty, the Witch Council put a price on her head. Her mother moved them to the mundane world, but it had taken Meena forever to adjust to life in Whitby. A life without magic. 
Despite his bad temper, the Fae’s sculptured cheekbones and kissable lips made a dangerous combination--one she struggled to resist. His voice flowed over her like melted chocolate. She loved how he’d braided his hair back in a neat queue at the nape of his neck, and now he stood like a Spanish hidalgo--all uptilted chin, disdainful pride, and gleaming white fangs. Only how dare he look down his nose at her? Carved of granite and steel, he radiated menace. Definitely not as cute as his dragon. More mouthwateringly masculine, but otherworld creatures usually dissed a reject like her. 
She stared at the bullwhip coiled Indiana Jones-style at his narrow waist, then at the black-handled dagger sheathed on his right hip. An obsidian rapier--Fae-forged and unbreakable--almost merged with one of the taped seams that ran down the sides of his pants. He even wore a dagger gunslinger-style at his hip. Dear Goddess, the man was a walking arsenal, but he was sexy as hell. 
This Fae warrior was battle honed and ready. When the wind whipped his shirtsleeves against his biceps, Meena barely stopped herself from licking her lips or, better yet, his. When she imagined his arm curled around her waist--dominant, possessive yet protective--her pussy clenched with desire. 
Otherworld species--the Witches, Vampires, Lykae, and Fae--used Whitby the way aircraft passengers do a transport hub. Sometimes she wanted to scream, “I’m here. Talk to me.” Deep down, she knew better than to draw attention to an outcast like herself. Humans never noticed their comings and goings, but she saw every one of them, silent reminders of everything she’d lost. Life without her Witch friends or her magic was hard. Living in Whitby was difficult enough, then just a couple of hours ago, life kicked her in the pants again. 
The abbey ruins dominated the picturesque harbor town, and ever since she’d arrived in the mundane world, she’d found peace among its ancient stones. Until today. Damn it, she wouldn’t let some high and mighty Fae spoil her refuge, no matter how loud he shouted. 
His lips narrowed into a stern, kissable line, and his voice dripped deadly menace. “Woman, you will give me back my dragon.” 
“Okay, jackass, enough. I’m having a really bad day here,” Meena snapped. “And to top it off, your dragonet just polished off my lunch.” 
“You bloody fed him? Elves’ blood, don’t you know they bond with whoever first feeds them? You’ve poached my damn dragon.” He seethed with fury and frustration along with the sort of take-charge sexiness that could make a girl weak. Make her crave all the things her exile denied her--and that definitely included sex. 
Fangs bared, he marched toward her. His don’t-fuck-with-me confidence made her mouth water, but provoking him might prove...fatal. 
Meena’s courage almost deserted her, but she stood her ground. “Someone had to take care of him, especially since you didn’t. And don’t you dare glower at me like that. Hello? Already stressed out here, so why don’t you flash off back to Fairyland?” 
He went quiet and still, so mean and moody he made her heart race. “No one”--he took the arrogant bad-boy vibe up a gear--“speaks to me with such disrespect. I am Leonidas, and that is my dragon.” 
“Get over yourself, and go annoy someone else.” She smirked in his face. 
His expression frozen in haughty grandeur, he rested his hand on his rapier’s hilt. His curled lip and narrow-eyed glower said he’d happily run her through with his blade. Then when he truly looked at her, his eyes glinted like emerald stars, and magic swirled around him in waves. Tiny lightning flashes zigzagged around him in a full-body halo that even a witchy reject like her could see. 
His voice turned deep and sensual--an earthy rumble that made her pussy pulse with need. “A man would die for speaking to me like that, but it would be a shame to rob the world of a beauty like yours.” 
What do you know? The warrior’s a poet. That was the prettiest compliment she’d ever received. Come to think of it, it was the only compliment she’d received since she’d fled the otherworld. That’s it, rub it in that I’m lonely. He oozed Latino charm just like Antonio Banderas when he played Zorro. Indiana Jones? Zorro? What is this? Hollywood’s Sexiest Men? 
Thunderbolts rumbled around him, and the lightning flashes turned electric blue. He was danger and fury, a mountain of sensual hunger--as proven by the tempting bulge in his tight leather pants. Then he closed his eyes, shuddered, and extinguished the storm cloud of desire he’d just invoked. Tight leather trousers weren’t designed to hide a hard-on, especially not one that size. Only what’s with the light show? Come on, Fairy king, give me a clue. 
Without sparing her another glance, he reached into his belt pouch and tossed the dragonet a slice of raw meat. “Eat up, boy; then I’ll take you home.” 
Full from Meena’s cheese sandwich, the dragonet growled softly and turned away. Leonidas’s clenched jaw and raised eyebrow made Meena smirk again. His face was too harsh to be handsome--all angular planes and aquiline nose--but despite his atrocious manners, she didn’t want him to leave. Her cheeks heated when his green-eyed gaze swept over her, and again his lip curled. “You’re not human. You’re too slender in places and too curvy in others. What species are you?” 
Too thin? Too curvy? Come on, jackass, make up your mind. 
So much for the compliments--and did he just call her overweight? She wasn’t skinny, just sort of middling and normal, unless she gorged herself on chocolate. Okay, she watched her figure, but then what woman didn’t? Maybe she packed a few extra pounds, not that she’d admit it to this aren’t-I-just-perfect Fae. 
Determined to give as good as she got, she smirked again. “Perhaps I’d be fatter if Lipstick here hadn’t scoffed my lunch. And for your information, I’m Goth.” 
He raised a questioning eyebrow. 
How insular could one Fae be? Meena rolled her eyes and smiled just wide enough to show her tiny fangs. “You’re standing in the Mecca of British Gothdom. Whitby Abbey? The place that inspired Bram Stoker? Spiritual home of Dracula? I’m a Vampire wannabe, supposedly. The New Age shop that just fired me wanted me to dress the part, so here I am, all swirling woolen cape, bloodred lips, and dark brows.” 
“Vampires thrive on war and bloodshed, and with every year their king is missing, their bloodlust gets worse. They are the deadliest, most despised of species, and you are soft and curvy in all the right places, but you look like you’d break in battle. And who is this Bram Stoker? Is he the one who spoiled your day?” 
Wow! Was that another compliment buried beneath all that disdain? I could definitely get used to this. 
She shot him a quick, puzzled glance, then grinned and shook her head. “Stoker’s the man who invented Dracula. And I messed up when I told some idiot teenager she didn’t need to be sky-clad to work her spells. She told me her so-called coven, mostly her gullible school friends, meets up on the North Yorkshire Moors. I mean, it’s bleak up there even on midsummer’s eve, and spell-craft doesn’t need gale-force winds and goose bumps to work. How was I supposed to know she’d take the hump? Or that her uncle was the head of the town council? Anyway, my boss’s planning application comes up next week, and she needs him on her side. She kind of lost it when little Miss I Know More About Witchcraft Than You kicked up a fuss. In fact, my boss called me stupid and fired me on the spot.” 
Leonidas frowned. “We do not speak the same language, even though the words are the same. No wonder the Fae hate this world. Return my dragonet, and I’ll leave.” 
Lipstick mewled, coiled his tail around Meena’s leg, and rummaged in her bag with his snout. 
“Greedy guts.” She laughed. “Sorry, sweetie, I’m all out of cheese sandwiches. Time you went home. Besides, if any tourists spotted the pair of you, they’d freak.” 
Fae usually looked as if they were sucking ice cubes, but she’d have sworn Sexy and Gorgeous over there just rolled his eyes at her. 
“Human eyes can perceive neither me nor my dragon, but you do. Again, what are you?” His tone was long-suffering, so cold she shivered beneath her thick woolen cloak. 
“Peeved, fed up, and angry,” Meena answered. She turned her back and wrapped her arms around the dragon’s neck. “So long, Lipstick. Be good for Daddy. And you. Feed your beast when you get home.” 
She gave the dragon’s ears a final scratch, and when he uncoiled his tail, it dropped so low it brushed the ground. With a rueful smile, she stepped back--straight into the Fae warrior’s arms. 
“You dare attack me?” he teased, more sexual predator than lethal warrior. 
There he went with the lightning-storm thing again. Up close, she could feel his magic tingle over her skin, and she basked in a taste of everything her life lacked. Everything the Witch Council had stripped from her. Her heart fluttered, and her lips parted. Her breasts perked up, and her cunt ached with need. Truthfully, if she only knew whether she was immortal, she’d have taken a lover or two by now, but she didn’t dare risk falling for a man she’d outlive by centuries. 
“Love me,” he demanded. “Open your legs for me, and let me make recompense for my previous angry words.” 
Where the hell had that come from? One minute he stared at her with murder in his eyes, and the next he wanted to screw her senseless. She should shove him off and tell him to get stuffed, but the beauty running though his voice enthralled her. Her nipples pearled, and she’d have given anything to feel his mouth on her breasts or his fingers on her clit. 
His arm locked like a steel band around her waist. Was that his cock pressing against her back? He must be one well-endowed male if she could feel it through her cloak. When he ran a trail of kisses down her neck, spikes of pleasure tingled through her spine. She moaned and moved in closer, and even that small surrender made her pussy clench and demand more. What in the name of the Goddess was she doing? Getting close to a Fae was madness--even one who made her ache with wicked, wanton desires. 
Pushing him away was the hardest thing she’d ever done, but she refused to be some passing Fae’s easy lay. “Get your hands off me, jackass. I’d never willingly touch you, especially not after you’ve just handled fresh meat. Besides, you’re the one who crowded against me.” 
“Aggressive argumentative female.” He stepped closer and nibbled at her earlobe. “You definitely attacked me, and I demand a forfeit.” 
  

To Wed a Werewolf

The warriors called him Caleb the Cold.
The women knew he was Caleb the Hot.

An all Romance best seller

Buy Links

Loose ID                  http://bit.ly/1RlLWhd

All Romance           http://bit.ly/1jo5PjI

Amazon UK           http://amzn.to/28SR0YO

Amazon.US            http://amzn.to/28Qqgac

Amazon AU           http://amzn.to/28MzAQa

Kobo                      http://bit.ly/28OnXa2

Nook                      http://bit.ly/28NtkpI

Blurb

To Wed a Werewolf by Kryssie Fortune - Romance>Erotic Romance eBook

Genre: Shapeshifters, Fantasy & Paranormal

Sylvie's more human librarian than half-blood Fae princess and she definitely prefers books to men. Then, she learns her unwanted Lykae fiancée is marrying someone else. If she doesn't stop the wedding, the Fae will resume the border war with the Werewolf nation. A high-handed Lykae security guard blocks her every move, and when her plans go awry, she's kidnapped, stripped, and bound for his pleasure.

Caleb the Cold, King of the Lykae, will do anything to make his younger brother's wedding special--even pretend he's a security guard and kidnap his brother's former fiancée. Punishing her is pure pleasure, until he realizes she's his mate. Now he needs to woo the woman he's tormented to the edge of madness, but is it too late to claim her heart, and make her his?

Think Orgy – Think Rome. #deviant #orgy #rome #adult #excerpt

WARNING - THIS POST MIGHT SHOCK.

We know the Romans held orgies, but they got up to some other shocking stuff too.

Nero was an expert in sexual deviancy. He invented a game where he’d be locked in a cage wearing an animal skin. When released, he attacked the genitals of male and female prisoners tied to stakes. Any that survived were killed by his former slave, Doryphorus.

He took his depravity a stage further when he met a young boy named Sporus. He ordered the poor lad castrated and actually married him. Your heart has to go out to the youngster given a dowry and forced to wear a wedding veil.

I always thought Tiberius was one of the good guys—a great general with many victories under his belt. Apparently other things were under there too, and  they were pretty shocking. 

 Apparently he liked to swim naked and have small children swim between his legs and lick his genitals. The mind boggles. 

Then he took things further. He’d have babies taken from their mother's breasts and let them suck on his penis.

For once, I’m lost for words.

One of my heroines, Viola from TO SEDUCE AN OMEGA attends an orgy despite her being an innocent. To quote, Just thinking about the coming orgy tied Viola’s insides in knots.

She found the whole thing shocking.

Buy links

Amazon US 

 Amazon UK

Amazon AU 

All Romance Books 

Kobo 

Excerpt

The Healer’s Hall reminded Viola of a barn with its wooden walls and exposed beams. Groups of masked warriors flirted with the assembled women. Some slow danced with their chosen partners, holding them so close they came together in sensual heat.

As her eyes adjusted to the semidarkness, she realized couples leaned against the walls, legs and arms entwined as they kissed. Farther back, a couple of women had bunched up their skirts while four warriors simultaneously screwed them—two from the front and two from behind.

Somewhere nearby, one healer shrieked as she climaxed. Viola blushed when she realized almost half the women had their tops off and flaunted their bare chests. She swallowed and tugged hers farther up onto her shoulders.

In the far corner, two naked females danced on a table while their masked companions urged them on. Embarrassed, Viola turned away, only to find her gaze riveted on a woman who’d spread her legs to let a warrior lick her cunt. In public too.

No way would Viola let someone suck on her clit while people stared. Not again. With Titus, it had been an unexpected delight. With a stranger, she’d die of mortification. The atmosphere seemed supercharged with sexual tension and redolent with the scent of women’s musk.

Across the room, one blond warrior leaned against the wall and glared at her. He looked dangerous and deadly, alert for the slightest threat. The way his blond hair spilled from beneath his mask and flowed around his shoulders fascinated her, but she preferred her men dark-haired and sporting a crew cut—just the way Titus’s hair looked.

Not wanting to antagonize the angry-looking blond, she gave him a slight smile, then turned away. She felt exposed and vulnerable enough to wish the women wore masks too. Being impersonal and partly hidden would be easier than standing here pretending she didn’t wish the ground would open up and swallow her.

The walls closed in on her, and she struggled to breathe. As she edged toward the door, her gaze rested on a woman who knelt at a warrior’s feet while he pumped his cock into her mouth. Too public. Too much, but… Viola’s nipples turned painfully hard beneath her gown. Her womb clenched, and her clit ached. Doing that with Titus would be…ecstasy. With anyone else, she’d probably puke.

One warrior strolled over to her and rested his hands on her breasts. “Dance, my lady?”

She froze, too stunned to speak. How dare he manhandle her without her permission? If she’d any Fae powers left, she’d strike him with a thunderbolt and run. Worse, he mistook her horrified silence for consent.

Once she’d shoved his hands off her tits, she shook her head and backed off. With a casual shrug, he moved on to another female, but Viola felt besmirched by the way he’d fondled her body. Unattached warriors, all dressed in the Fae’s favored peacock shades, stared at her from every corner of the room. Any moment now, they’d lick their lips and pounce…on her.

Panicked, she glanced toward the door. Two more warriors headed in her direction, their appreciative grins showing their intent. Across the room, the blond warrior started forward, but he looked more likely to throttle her than dance with her. Viola felt light-headed and nauseated. This gathering overwhelmed her, and she needed to leave. She spun around, straight into the arms of another masked Fae. “Will you dance, my lady?”

Dance? She could do that, especially since he hadn’t put his hands on her body. It beat being double-teamed by sex-hungry Fae. Since, for the first time in decades, her knee wasn’t hurting, she’d snatch a moment’s peace and enjoy the music. Deep down she wished her first-ever dance could be with Titus.

As she let the warrior lead her onto the dance floor, she noticed the blond with the predatory stare had taken another step in her direction. His whole body bristled as she leaned into her partner for a slow dance. What the hell’s his problem, anyway?

As she swayed to the music, her partner’s breath warmed her ear. He held her so close his erection pressed into her stomach, but she hid her mounting panic behind a saccharine smile. He maneuvered through the crowd, heading for the door. “Shall we take a walk? Then I’ll fuck you under the stars.”

Her feet felt glued to the floor. She couldn’t do this, even if her refusal angered her newfound family. Better to be powerless and proud than some masked stranger’s whore. These women with their low-cut gowns and lack of panties might enjoy an evening of unbridled sex, but spreading her legs to stoke up her power wasn’t for Viola.

The blond warrior forced his way toward her, his gaze still fixed on her. Something about his possessive glare sent nervous shivers running down her spine. She pulled out of her dance partner’s arms and raced through the crowd. The back wall barred her way.

Beside her, a woman panted heavily, eyes closed as her partner pounded his cock into her. He looked at Viola, winked, and mouthed, You’re next.

She wanted to scream and run out the door. Blond and Brooding stalked toward her, but the stern twist of his lips didn’t bode well. No way did she want a man like him for her sexual partner. And still he bore down on her.

His movements were slow and deliberate, his jaw set, and his lips pursed as he tracked her. She pressed against the wall and hoped he’d forget her and stalk someone else. Her heart pounded and her hands shook. Maybe if she stayed still, he’d forget her and move on to someone else.

Arms crossed at the waist, she shut her eyes. It didn’t help. He grabbed her wrist, his grip a little too tight, and tugged her close. His musky vanilla essence made her mouth water. Her eyes flew open, but before she could say a word, the blond heaved her over his shoulder and flashed away from everything oversexed and Fae. Truly terrified, Viola thumped her fists on her captor’s back. She kicked hard at his chest and sank her teeth into his broad back. “King Leonidas will kill for you this.”

Her captor set her down and backed off. Fury radiated from him in waves. His voice sounded rough with anger, but that deep, angry rasp seemed achingly familiar. “He’ll kill me just for coming near you. So, how many Fae did you fuck before I grabbed you?”