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Captivated by Jaye Peaches

3/30/2017

About the Book:
Waking up in an unfamiliar bed in a room she doesn’t recognize is disturbing enough, but Anna Hadley becomes truly alarmed when she looks into the mirror and sees the face of another woman staring back at her.
Her confusion intensifies when a man—who apparently believes she is his wife—suddenly knocks on the door and scolds her for spending so much time by herself in the bedroom. To top it all off, it quickly becomes clear that the man has some very specific, very old-fashioned ideas regarding the proper way a husband should deal with a disobedient bride.
In spite of everything, the threat of having her bottom bared for a sound spanking arouses Anna deeply, and even as she searches for clues that might explain what happened to her, she cannot help becoming more and more attracted to her supposed husband.
It isn’t long before she earns herself a punishment, and when he reddens her backside and then takes her hard and thoroughly she is left spent and satisfied. But knowing she could find herself back in her own body at any moment, can she dare to fall in love?

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“A month of getting to know you, Anna. Just you and me.”
“I’d like that,” she said softly and she traced the leather stitching with her trembling finger.
The engine purred and David settled into his seat. “Now, as I drive you home, why not relax. Lift up your skirt, take down your panties, and masturbate.”
Her head snapped around. “What?”
“You heard me.”
She stared out of the window at the traffic and pedestrians, battling the flurry of nerves his preposterous idea had concocted. “No,” she giggled half-heartedly. “This is a joke.”
“No joke.” He flicked on the radio to a jazz station. “Forget about your worries, Anna. Come for me. Go on.”
The music danced around the sports car and drowned out the noise of the street.
“Would you order Henrietta to do this?” she asked.
“No. I’m not ordering anyone. I’m asking you to do something that you need to do. Let out those frustrations.”
How the hell did he know what she wanted? Only yesterday, he thought she was somebody else. “You’re very sure of this need in me.”
“Would you like me to say it again?” The car pulled up at a junction and he turned to face her. His eyes were shining brightly and he gently drummed his fingers on the wheel.
She swallowed the lump in her throat. God, please ask me again. She wanted his dominating voice oozing into her ear and making her buzz all over.
“Anna. The skirt up, panties down, and part your legs. Fuck yourself until you come or do you want me to drive down some secluded road, drag you over my lap, and spank you?”

About the Author:
I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

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Motorcycle Master: Bad Boy Angel by Maggie Carpenter

3/23/2017

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About the Book:
Marco D’Angelo is living a lie. Tall, powerful, brooding, and intimidating, he’s the muscle for a nefarious motorcycle gang, but he has been working undercover for the D.E.A., chasing a shadowy drug lord.

For two long years Marco has been forced to remain a loner, his life in constant danger, but when Kat Baldwin joins the club, he suddenly finds himself in a quandary.

Rebellious, raven-haired and green-eyed, wearing leathers that cling to her voluptuous curves, she takes his breath away. Though his keen instinct tells him there’s more to Kat than meets the eye, and she’s trouble with a capital T, he can’t ignore the intense chemistry blazing between them.

Faster than his bike can race, Marco is under orders to spank her, but when the punishment is over, she shocks him. Chastised women drop their gaze, but not the emerald-eyed vixen. She stares up at him with unwavering scrutiny, and just minutes later she dares to challenge him.

He aches to fist her hair and crush her lips.
To consume her
To make her his.

Can he resist the ferocious desire?

Excerpt:
Marco was walking at a snail’s pace not just to build anticipation; he was studying her. There was no fear in her unwavering gaze, and the slightest hint of a smile was curling the edges of her lips. His hard hand would deliver a hot sting even through her leather pants, and he had every intention of making the discipline count, not just because Kratos had ordered it, but for her own protection. If she pulled her crap on others in the club, they might do a whole lot worse than redden her backside.
He had a choice; bend her at the waist, or take her to the couch against the wall and throw her across his lap. She’d feel his strength if he held her against his body, but she’d suffer greater humiliation over his knee. Suspecting she’d need more punishment in the future, he decided to save the trip across his lap for another time.
Quickening his pace he strode behind her. Startled, she turned, and darting forward he wrapped his arm around her waist. Her yelp of surprise elicited a guffaw from Kratos, and though Marco was all business, as he studied her leather-clad curvaceous backside, he felt a surge of lust. Attempting to ignore it, he lifted his eyes to his boss and waited. If Kratos held up ten fingers it would mean he wanted Marco to blister her bottom, and Marcos suddenly found himself furious with the girl for pushing the envelope. He had no desire to hurt her. He had no desire to hurt anyone.
“You got a nice ass on you girlie. Maybe we should strip off those pants. On the other hand, your cheeks sure look good wrapped up in that leather,” Kratos declared, taunting her. “I’m gonna leave ‘em on this time. Mess up again though, and it’ll be your naked backside feelin’ the sting.”
Marco knew the man dropped his g’s for effect. Kratos wanted her to see him as street and tough. Usually he didn’t care. Sometimes he didn’t even watch when Marco exacted his discipline. Praying it didn’t mean his boss wanted a strict spanking, Marco said a silent thank you when Kratos lifted only one hand; the spanking was to be more a warning than a punishment. Considering the girl’s lack of respect it was lenient.
Opening his palm, Marco landed the first smack her right cheek, followed by a second, and a third. On the fourth she let out a squeal. He landed two more on the same spot for an even six. She squirmed, and he waited for her to settle before repeating his punishment on her left cheek, delivering the same number of slaps with equal force.
“Really?” she suddenly hissed. “I get it. You can stop now!”
Though surprised by her outburst, Marco didn’t respond. It was time to move his hand to the sensitive area where her thighs met her bottom. He tightened his hold. It was a signal for her to prepare, and he hoped she was smart enough to catch it. He heard a sharp intake of breath. She understood.
Lifting his flattened palm he let it fly, smacking without pause. There was no count, just the flurry of solid slaps, and when she let out a cry of protest, he added a few more to satisfy Kratos. He was done, but was his leader satisfied?

About the Author:
Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.
Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2ihCNtp), a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2iE0cDa) contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women who bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, dominant men.
Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.
This author loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website: www.MaggieCarpenter.com. To sample her work for free, go to, www.3FreeBooks.com.

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The Warrior's Little Princess by Sara Fields

3/2/2017

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About the Book:
Irena cannot remember who she is, where she came from, or how she ended up alone in a dark forest wearing only a nightgown, but none of that matters as much as the fact that the vile creatures holding her captive seem intent on having her for dinner. Fate intervenes, however, when a mysterious, handsome warrior arrives in the nick of time to save her.
Darrius has always known that one day he would be forced by the power within him to claim a woman, and after he rescues the beautiful, innocent Irena he decides to make her his own. But the feisty girl will require more than just the protection Darrius can offer. She will need both his gentle, loving care and his firm hand applied to her bare bottom whenever she is naughty.
Irena soon finds herself quivering with desire as Darrius masters her virgin body completely, and she delights in her new life as his little girl. But Darrius is much more than an ordinary sellsword, and being his wife will mean belonging to him utterly, to be taken hard and often in even the most shameful of ways. When the truth of her own identity is revealed at last, will she still choose to remain by his side?

Excerpt:
“Irena, sweetheart, spread your legs for me.”
“Please don’t make me,” she whined, feeling incredibly embarrassed.
He laid a hand on her bottom and she groaned, knowing what he was implying. With a heavy sigh, she hesitantly opened her legs, revealing the wetness she had hoped to hide from him. Her face flushed red hot as silence reigned over the room for a long, heavy moment. She suddenly felt the need to please him. Would he despise her for behaving so wantonly? Would he send her away after finding the wetness hidden within her folds?
She whimpered when his fingertips grazed up her thighs. His fingers glided across her pussy lips and she groaned with shame. She felt herself flush with embarrassment.
“My my, little one, it seems you were quite excited about your spanking,” he said, his voice laced with a chuckle.
“It’s so embarrassing. I don’t know why that’s happening. Please don’t give me another spanking, sir, I can’t make it stop,” she begged, dreading his response. She felt her pussy clench with nervousness.
“This pleases me very much, Irena. Don’t ever be ashamed of your body’s reactions with me,” he said sternly. “If you disobey me, I can promise you that this pretty bottom of yours will always be hot and red.”
“I feel like I can climb the walls. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Let me make you feel better, little one. Turn that beautiful body over so that you’re on your back and keep those legs nice and wide for me.”
Timidly, she did as she was told and rolled so that her bottom pressed into the bed beneath her. Despite the cooling cream he had rubbed into her skin, she still hissed at the feeling of her scalded skin grazing against the quilt underneath her.
He leaned back and looked her up and down with an appreciative smile. 
“Irena, you’re so beautiful. Now relax and enjoy some good girl time.” She watched as he pressed his lips to the skin of her thighs and moaned at the sensations that raced through her body. Her pussy clenched as flames of desire roared within her. A bizarre need began to center deep in her core, growing with every moment his lips touched her, igniting every nerve in her limbs with an unquenchable passion.
Gently, his hands pressed below her thighs to cup underneath her hips, sliding her closer to him in one single movement. His kisses trailed further up her inner thighs, until he pressed his lips over the top of her folds.
“Oh, my goodness! You can’t mean to kiss me there!” she squeaked, having not anticipated what he was about to do.
He didn’t respond and instead, she watched as his tongue escaped his mouth, edging closer and closer to the secret place between her legs. It was almost in slow motion, as she felt the war whether she wanted him to continue or not come to a head within her. The instant the damp heat pressed against her vulnerable wet skin, she moaned as desire hit her like a tidal wave on a rocky beach and she decided she wanted it all.

About the Author:
Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about! Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.

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