Saturday, 31 October 2015

~ : ~ Short Story - Kate's Cop ~ : ~

Welcome to my blog for Saturday Spankings!




Because my next release is still a little way off I thought I would share a short spanking story I wrote that is available here on A1Adult Ebooks


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Yeah I don't like the cover either, I didn't choose it ... but don't let that put you off the story :)

Trouble has been following Kate lately. All the men in her life either break her heart, or are out to destroy her completely.
Speeding down the highway in her car is one of the few things that helps clear her head ... until she gets pulled over by the one cop she'd hoped never to see again.

Smack! The first swat took her by surprise and she jumped. 

“You weren’t paying attention to what I was saying, were you?” Luke asked her sternly. “Should I just let you go and write you out a ticket like I should be doing?”
            
“No Luke, please.”
            
“I’m risking my career for you here, you do realise that, don’t you?”
            
“I do. Thank you. I’m sorry, I will pay attention now, I promise.”
            
“You’d better,” he growled, punctuating his words with another slap.
            
“Ow!” she shrieked, kicking her legs.


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Wednesday, 28 October 2015

WipItUp Wednesday - Book 2 in my Trail Drive series!

Welcome to my blog for #WipItUpWednesday where authors share a snippet of the work-in-progress or a hot new release. This week, I'm sharing more of book 2 in my Trail Drive series - the sequel to The Ways of the West (which you can buy on Amazon here)



I don't have a definite title for this yet.
This snippet follows on nicely from the one I shared last week.

With a quick dive she reached for his gun – Mr Jordan still had her one that he’d confiscated, and she knew she couldn’t go unarmed. Not now that she knew she was in danger. She just about had it out of the holster when Mr Jordan grabbed her wrist, wrenching the gun out of her grasp and landed a solid slap to the back of her hand. She watched in astonishment as her knuckles turned pink where his hand had connected with her flesh.
            Mr Jordan looked at her sternly and raised an eyebrow. “Sassy, and no regard for your safety? Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me.” Mr Jordan sighed. Wrapping his arm around her waist he bent her forward over his forearm and lifted her up so her fingertips and toes barely touched the ground. She dangled there helplessly, watching the drovers around the campfire upside-down.
            “Pass me that spoon there will you Billy?” he requested, pointing at the big wooden spoon sitting on the rickety table Monty used for stirring the stew.
            Too late, Jed realised what Mr Jordan was about to do – her sass had gotten her in big trouble! “No!” she cried, struggling to get away, but Mr Jordan held her fast. He took the spoon Billy proffered and with a quick flick of his wrist, snapped it hard against the seat of her pants. It stung like fire!
            “Owwwwwww!” she shrieked, increasing her struggles.
            Mr Jordan flicked his wrist again, scorching her other buttock with the spoon. She gasped. It felt like there were hot embers on her bottom! Those two swats were enough to satisfy her curiosity – there was nothing exciting about getting a spanking from Mr Jordan, it just hurt! 

          cowboy:              .Having a meal while on the cattle drive:
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Monday, 26 October 2015

ASHE BARKER IS VISITING TODAY WITH "OVER THE KNEE" ANTHOLOGY

Welcome Ashe!

Hi there Kelly, and thank you so much for inviting me back over to your blog today. I’m so pleased to be here to give a shout out about the Over The Knee anthology, six wonderful, wicked tales of spanking and submission.

The collection is a smokin’ hot anthology of spankingly awesome short stories, over a hundred thousand words of sizzling naughtiness ready to melt your kindle. It’ll be a real treat for the spank-lovers among us. I’m so thrilled to have a story in the set, and I’m in fabulous company too snuggled up with Lily Harlem, Lucy Felthouse, Katy Swann, Dolly Watt, and Wendi Zwaduk.


My story in the set is In the Eyes of the Law. Libby is shopping for a present for her sister and accidentally leaves the store without paying for a bottle of perfume. She’s mortified. Apart from anything else, she could lose her job if she gets in trouble with the police. When the head of security at the mall turns out to be her Dominant estranged husband she thinks things can’t get any worse.

Will Josh hand her over to the authorities or does he have his own way of settling this? And after a drought of two years, will just one bare bottom spanking be enough? For either of them?

This story was fun to write – short, snappy, and sexy as hell. I just adore this sensual cover too – Totally Bound cover art rocks!

The whole collection is out now and you can snap it up on Amazon or wherever you like to buy your ebooks. The individual stories will be out next month.





Here’s the blurb for In the Eyes of the Law
She’s still his wife, in the eyes of the law. But is she still his submissive? His to spank?
A momentary lapse of concentration places Libby Novak on the wrong side of the law. A criminal conviction could cause her to lose her job. How much worse could this get?
Libby soon knows the answer to that question when the head of security at the mall shows up. She hasn’t seen her estranged husband for years, and now she discovers Josh has a strict policy on how best to deal with shoplifters. He was her husband and her Dom. Will he turn her over to the police, or would a hard, bare-bottom spanking be sufficient redress for her misdemeanor? After all, that’s how he always dealt with her in the past.
Josh has never forgiven Libby’s betrayal. She let him down. She deserves to be punished. But does he still have that right?
Libby meant to divorce him. She was granted the decree nisi but never quite got round to making it final. They both know she’s still his wife—in the eyes of the law—but is she still his submissive? His to spank?

And just check out the rest of the collection…

‘Spicing it Up’ by Lily Harlem
Heat from a spanking ensures that Cassandra simmers with pleasure in a way she never would have imagined.

‘Kneel for You’ by Katy Swann
Should she agree to be spanked? Just the once? It would all be in the name of research, of course…

‘Silk and Decadence’ by Wendi Zwaduk
There is always fun in the club, but taking the fun outside and into life might be exactly what’s needed for a lifetime of passion.

‘Properly, or Not at All’ by Lucy Felthouse
How will a husband and wife cope when they’re told one of their favourite kinky pastimes is temporarily off the menu?

‘A Private Education’ by Dolly Watt
Archivist Emma Willoughby learns a lesson in kinky lust when she’s invited to assess the ninth Earl of Folchester’s private library.


And of course we can’t leave without an excerpt from In the Eyes of the Law
“Libby? Are you ready to get up yet?”
The low voice seems to be coming from a long way away. It sounds a bit like someone I should know, vaguely familiar, but a richer tone. Deeper perhaps, like dark chocolate.
“Libby, open your eyes, love.”
No, I shake my head.
“Yes. It’s time to come back.”
Been nowhere, going nowhere.
There’s a chuckle. “You always were a belligerent little subbie. Open your eyes and look at me. Now.” The voice is less dark chocolate now and more tart mint flavored. An edge of something more—insistent—has crept in.
I pry one eyelid open, only to clam it shut again as the sheer white light assaults my retina. “Too bright. Turn it off.”
A light touch feathers across the side of my face, my brow. I turn to nuzzle against it.
“My hand’s shading your eyes now. Try again, Libby.”
I obey, to find I can manage this time. Slivers of light spear between Josh’s fingers as my senses return. I’m still draped across his lap, cool air now caressing my buttocks, which feel to be in flames, but gloriously so. His spare hand is holding me in place, and without it, I suspect I would by now be rolling about on the floor. Josh didn’t let me fall, though. I knew he wouldn’t, however angry he might be.
Angry? Is he still angry with me? As my head clears I remember our strange, half-conversation as he built the spanking, raining ever harder punishment onto my bottom. The revelation of his disappointment in my perceived lack of trust, my refusal to wait for him to—what?
To leave the army, that’s what. To cancel his entire future, for me, that’s what. I couldn’t bear the prospect of being an army wife—or worse still, an army widow—so I insisted he choose. He chose the army, or so I thought—until today.
“Can you stand up now, Libby?”
I nod and try to straighten. I grab his leg for support but my arms feel like spaghetti and I can’t seem to raise the weight of my upper body. Josh stands, somehow lifting me as he does so and turns me around so he can slip an arm under my knees. He sits back down, then carefully arranges my skirt to leave my bottom exposed.
“Your arse is glowing all shades of pink and crimson, sweetheart. I do like to admire my handiwork.”
“Yes, I remember.” I snuggle in closer, sinking my fingers into the soft fabric of his cotton shirt. His cock is still solid, his erection nudging my hip. It seems a pity to waste that. “I need you. Now.”
“Nice idea, but not here, I think.”
“Yes, here. Now.”
“No, not here and not now—for two reasons. One, Libby, it’s been a long time. Too fucking long and I intend to take my time over you. No quickie across the desk, but I do thank you for the offer. And two, linked to number one, I might be the boss around here but there’s still a limit to how long I can keep everyone out. I could get called back into the mall at any time to deal with some drunk or break up a fight, or even to read the riot act to a light-fingered little toe rag. That would be a great pity, don’t you agree?”

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More about me…
I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.
I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
When not writing – which is not very often these days - my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a couple of dogs, two tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 
I have twenty seven (at the last count) titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too. Strong, demanding Doms are a given, often paired with new submissives who have a lot to learn.
I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.

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Thursday, 22 October 2015

Ravyn Rayne - Gem Apocalypse Book 3!

Welcome back to my blog Ravyn, this time with Sapphire Sacrifice book 3 of the Gem Apocalype series.

A virus designed to murder Sapphire’s.
No one from Brayleigh saw it coming.
Neither James nor Aria expected four men in a deserted city to attack. Thrown into the back of a van, James is captured by claimers – men that hunt Sapphire’s and bring them into quarantine, where they must settle their debt for treatment. Those that can’t pay off their debt are held in the broker’s quarters until they’re bought by angels, often resulting in slavery, hunting humans, and a host of other horrendous atrocities.
Aria is different. She’s naturally immune, or so she’s told. On a mission to rescue James, she finds herself in danger and quickly learns the power of friendship, commitment, and undying love.
With a taste of age play, spanking, and a master/slave relationship with voyeurism, this dystopian erotic adventure is sure to leave you satisfied.

Excerpt:

Raindrops fell from the sky. She shivered against the concrete. The cooler air and moisture made her uncomfortable. With reluctance, she stood, wrapping her arms around herself. Soaking wet, thunder echoed across the city, and lightening crackled above her. She needed to find shelter. It shouldn't have been too difficult in an empty city. Aria walked into the nearest skyscraper, the door swung open with ease. The lock broke off quite some time ago, like many of the buildings they encountered.

Out of the rain and into the cold darkness, she felt frozen. Aria wanted to change clothes, but the pack she'd been carrying was just as soaked. Removing the clothes from her bag, she scattered them among the lobby desk and chairs, flipping everything right side up. What happened here after the war? Had radiation settled over the city and forced an evacuation? If that had been the case, the men that had taken James hadn't been too concerned to wear suits to protect themselves. It must be safe now.
Food seemed scarce. There were no rivers to fish from, and the canned goods they'd found had been few and far between, never leaving them enough to save and bring any with them. They had traveled far from the ocean. She didn't want to think about doing this alone, but she had no other choice.
She rummaged through the floor, popping open locked desk drawers and a cabinet behind the desk. There were paper, pens, and a few other odd looking office supplies. Nothing that she could eat or use to start a fire. She couldn't believe how much useless junk existed from a different time.
A loud ding chimed across the hall toward the end of the large foyer. Aria's head darted up, and the lights above the elevator glowed. Someone rode the elevator down. She felt both excited and anxious. She grabbed the nearest item she could as a weapon, the pen from the desk drawer. Aria doubted it would do her much good, but if she felt forced to use it, she could jab it in someone's eye. Gripping the barrel, she approached the elevator with caution.

Grab book one here and book two on my blog here

About the Author

Ravyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation,
Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally.wherever it might be.
Currently on schedule to publish two books a month through Blushing Books, Ravyn is incredibly prolific. Her series include: Federal Agent Chronicles, Palace Secrets, and Gem Apocalypse. She is also writing a spin-off series to Gem Apocalypse, titled Courtesan Slave Trade. Her goal is to write two romance novels per month. She has been published professionally since 2013. You can find her young adult books here.
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Wednesday, 21 October 2015

~ Western Number 2 ~

I'm so excited to share that my new western - the sequel (but still a standalone novella) to The Ways of the West has just been accepted by Stormy Night Publications!

If you haven't already read The Ways of the West you can pick up a copy of it here



“Look Jed, you’re a woman. There isn’t a man here who would let you do the night watch. Not now that we know. We protect women, we don’t have them do the protectin’.”
       
“Threatening to spank me doesn’t sound very protective,” she countered, still not yet willing to back down.
       
If it helps to keep the woman safe, sometimes it’s necessary.” Mr Jordan spoke softly, his tone a gentle one, unlike the brusqueness in which he’d issued orders to his men just seconds before. He swept a stray lock of her hair back off her face. “There is a job for you here for as long as you want it. All the way to Sedalia. You’re a good drover. But now that I know you’re a woman, I will put in place measures to protect you. And I will expect you to obey them.” 

His deep baritone voice rumbled through her, sending waves of heat to her loins. What was it about his voice that affected her so? It was so gruff and commanding, even though he was speaking quietly. Maybe a spanking cowboy would be better than the unknown … and Cal.
       
She sighed, giving in. “Thank you,” she murmured.
       
“Are you happy bedding down on the ground with us or would you rather spread your bedroll in the supply wagon?”
       
The ground is fine. I don’t want any special treatment, Mr Jordan. I signed on to this drive to do a job. The fact that I’m a woman doesn’t change that.”
       
Good.” Tipping his hat to her, Mr Jordan turned and walked away, leaving Jed to her thoughts. They were tumbling around in her brain, confusing her. Why did she find Mr Jordan so attractive? Threatening to spank her like that – he was no more than a callous brute! And yet she couldn’t get him out of her mind. His spanking threat intrigued and excited her, and much to her shame, she found herself mildly curious as to what a spanking from the handsome trail boss would feel like.


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Thursday, 15 October 2015

~ The Hand of Vengeance ~ By Renee Rose ~

Welcome Renee Rose to my blog to talk about The Hand of Vengeance!

Renee: Thank you so much for having me today to talk about my first sci-fi, The Hand of Vengeance.  The book gets its name from the hero, Blade Vengeance.  The rebels use code phrases when using their communications units and his identifier is: The hand of vengeance strikes. Obviously, I love the double entendre of having that in a spanking romance! :)  

In The Hand of Vengeance, The heroine is a doctor on a humanitarian mission from Earth. When she’s kidnapped by the rebels to perform a difficult surgery, their airship is shot down and she’s stranded in a canyon with Blade. She doesn’t know anything about living in the wild, so she’s forced to rely on the intimidating warrior for survival.

Blurb: On a humanitarian mission to the war-torn planet Jesel, Dr. Lara Simmons is used to dealing with lack of supplies, power outages and the constant earthquakes that afflict the planet. But when she's captured by the rebels who need her to perform a life-saving surgery, she finds herself in a situation her medical training didn't prepare her for.

When the airship is blown out of the sky, she ends up in the Jeselian wilderness with no one to rely on but Blade Vengeance, an enormous tattooed rebel warrior. Dominant and unyielding, he doesn't hesitate to take her in hand when she disobeys the rules he lays out for her. Yet she soon learns he also knows how to deliver pleasure--with a passion she's never before experienced.

Blade finds the doctor from Earth sexy as hell, especially when she's giving him attitude, but once he delivers her to headquarters, he tries to pull back from her allure. Known for single-handedly starting the revolution and freeing many of his people, his life is one of hardship, slavery and war. Going soft on a woman isn't part of his plan, especially with the final strike of the revolution so close. But when he sends Lara back to Earth to keep her safe during the upcoming battle, he inadvertently delivers her into enemy hands. Can he find and save her from the revolution he caused?
Publishers Note: This story contains spanking and explicit sex scenes, including anal penetration. If such subject matter offends, do not buy this book.







Hot excerpt:
“What the—?” Lara pounded her little fists on his back and kicked her legs. “Let me down, you big oaf!”
Somehow, Dog understood his feelings for the doctor, because despite the fact that she fought him, the canine trotted behind licking her face. She spluttered.
He ignored her antics, striding inside the main building, where he knew they’d given her one of the few, coveted indoor bedrooms. He swung open the door and carried her inside, dropping her to her feet.
“Out.” He looked at Dog and pointed at the door. Dog gave him a forlorn look, but dutifully trotted out. “Stay.” He snapped and pointed to the floor outside the door. Dog lay down. “Good boy.” He went back in and shut the door behind them.
Lara stood glaring with her hands on her hips, her face flushed an enchanting shade of pink.
His cock twitched. He loved her feisty. “Now, are you going to go to bed quietly, or do you need me to help you?”
He didn’t expect acquiescence of any kind from her. She’d been running on adrenaline for almost two planet rotations, which he knew from personal experience made it impossible to settle down, much less sleep.
Her lip curled as she regarded him with a mixture of shock and disbelief. Even so, a blush crept up her neck. She opened her mouth, then closed it again. He suspected she wanted to ask how he intended to help her, but had thought better of it.
She moved for the door, but he stepped to block her path.
“You have until the count of three to get yourself in that bed. One...two...three.”
Lara hadn’t moved. She gaped at him.
One corner of his mouth turned up as he reached for her waist and lifted her into the air. “I kind of figured things would go this way.”
“Wait.” She kicked her legs and gripped his wrists. “Put me down.”
He plopped down on the cot and angled her over his knees with her torso resting on the narrow bed. Someone must have provided her with a change of clothes, because the leggings were different, and when he peeled them down, the scrap of fabric she’d worn as panties had been replaced with a lacey purple pair.
He smiled at the sight and pulled them down, as well, caging Lara’s flailing hand when she reached back to catch them. He clapped his palm down on one cheek hard, then rubbed away the sting. He repeated the action on the other side. “This isn’t punishment, doctor. It’s tension release. You’re too wound up to sleep.” He smacked her again.
“Damn straight I’m too—”
He picked up both the speed and intensity of the slaps, which made her gasp and choke on her words.
“The sooner you relax into this, the sooner it will be over.”
“You can’t just march into my clinic, throw me over your shoulder and—ow! God, that hurts! Stop it!”
She twisted to the side enough to free her other hand, which came flying back to cover herself. He grabbed it and pinned it to her other wrist against her lower back.
“Naughty, naughty, doctor. You are hardly cooperating.”

About Renee Rose
#1 BEST SELLING AUTHOR IN PARANORMAL EROTICA!
Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes romance novels centered around her favorite kink: spanking. She has won Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical Romance, is often found on the list of Amazon's Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.

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