Friday, April 28, 2017

In His Hands by Maggie Ryan

Duty. Honor. Country. Hero.
The moment America is drawn into the second world war, Betsy Riddle is determined to do her patriotic duty. A prolific letter writer, she pens news from the home front in an effort to lift the spirits of soldiers across the ocean. But the moment she drops the first letter to Major Jackson Novak into the mailbox, she begins to worry how he might respond.
As a member of the newly formed OSS, Jack Novak knows the horrors of war. Dropped behind enemy lines, he works with the French partisans to cause as much damage as possible. His missions are dangerous but when he opens a purple envelope smelling of lilacs, he wonders if it's possible that a certain minx can cause even more havoc.
Is love strong enough to withstand years of being thousands of miles apart? Will the escalating dangers of war destroy their chances of sharing more than words penned on paper?
And what happens when the letters stop?
Publisher's Note: This book contains elements of power exchange and domestic discipline. If these offend you, please do not purchase.
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Chapter One
"What do you mean, you're done?" Betsy asked from her seat at the kitchen table.
"Exactly what I said," Jane replied, tossing down a piece of folded paper. "Why are we wasting our time writing to men we'll never meet when there are men anxious to take us out to dinner and a movie?"
"Jane, we are supposed to be keeping their spirits up. It must be so awful being so far away from home and in a strange country. Not to mention these men are risking their very lives to keep us safe. A few minutes sending news from home to let them know that we are thinking of them is nothing compared to what the soldiers do daily."
"Look, I'm just as patriotic as you are, but I'm done. When I receive a marriage proposal, I want it given in person, with a very huge diamond in a black velvet box."
"Proposal? You got a proposal?"
"More like three," Jane said. "I'm not sure which is worse... men proposing or a man halfway across the world stating that my behavior is questionable."
"What? Jane, you're not making any sense," Betsy said.
Jane laughed and lifted an envelope. "It doesn't appear that Mr. Bossy approves of my desire to have a bit of fun."
Trying to wrap her head around the fact that her roommate's pen-pals seemed far more interesting than her own, it took Betsy a moment to realize what Jane had said. "You have a pen-pal named Mr. Bossy?"
"Well, no, but that might as well be his name. It seems that while he is interested in settling down, I have no interest in his rather archaic beliefs. Why can't a girl enjoy herself? This is 1943, not the Middle Ages! If nothing else, I think the attack on Pearl Harbor has proven that life is too short and too uncertain to be so prudish. I have no desire to be, as he so quaintly puts it, 'taken in hand'. The only person to set my behind on fire was my daddy, and that ended when I hit puberty. I promise, he will be the last."
"He actually threatened to... to spank you?"
"Not in so many words, but when he states that some little lady needs to be reminded what happens to naughty girls, well, you tell me what pops into your head?"
Blushing at the image that bloomed in her mind, Betsy shook her head in disbelief. "Wow, all I get are requests for more cookies or another pair of socks, and you are getting marriage proposals and rather intimate suggestions."
"Relax. Believe me, there is nothing intimate involved." Jane paused and then giggled. "In fact, he reminds me of you a bit."
"Me? You think I'm bossy?"
"No, I just meant that Jack is a bit of a fuddy-duddy-"
"So you think I'm a fuddy-duddy?" Betsy said, not sure what would be worse... being bossy or being so... lame.
Jane immediately reached across and took her hand. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just that you have an old soul and it appears that Jack does as well. In fact, I think you two would be perfect for each other."
Rolling her eyes, Betsy sighed. "Gee, thanks. Just what a girl wants to hear, that I am perfect for some man old enough to be my father!"
Jane laughed again. "I didn't say he was old; I think he's only thirty or so. I just know that he has old-fashioned beliefs and, well, Betsy, you have to admit that you do, too. I, on the other hand, have absolutely no intention of allowing anyone to dictate my behavior or keep me from having fun."
Betsy was still reeling from the conversation and yet had a question she just had to ask. "What exactly are you writing to these men?"
Jane smiled. "Honey, you seem to forget one very important fact about this pen-pal thing."
"What's that?"
"Betsy, these soldiers are first and foremost men. Do you honestly believe they give a hoot about the price of corn, who won the local mayor's race, or how much money yet another bake sale raised? If you were hunched down in some awful trench full of mud and bugs with bullets flying over your head, what would take your mind off your misery?"
Betsy shuddered at the vivid image that popped into her head. Her heart ached for all those poor men so far from home. "Um, I don't know but maybe coming home?"
"Even as lovely as that will be, I promise there is something else that keeps those soldiers going." Jane leaned closer and lowered her voice. "Sex."
"Oh, don't sound so shocked. I'm not talking about allowing a man to get to home-plate, but a little time spent on second base is certainly not a mortal sin."
Betsy was having a difficult time keeping up with Jane's change in topics. "I thought you said sex, not baseball." Jane's laughter had her friend a bit upset. "There's no need to laugh at me, Jane Kennedy! I'm not quite the prude you seem to think I am."
"Sweetie, I'm not laughing at you. Haven't you heard of the baseball for sex metaphor?" At the negative shake of Betsy's head, Jane continued and explained the newest slang for sexual exploits. "You told me about how Steve Miller kissed you last weekend so, my dear, you've been on first base. And, since I've seen that book you keep hidden in your nightstand, I'm wondering if you rounded first and headed for second. You might read the classics in the living room or on the front porch, but when you are all alone in your bed, I know you are dreaming about gardening." She laughed and Betsy could feel her cheeks heating when her friend waved a finger back and forth in front of her face. "And I'm not talking about corn. I'm talking about a certain gardener and gamekeeper named Oliver Mellors. I'm willing to bet you are playing the role of Constance-oh, excuse my disrespect-I mean Lady Chatterley."
"I have not!" Squirming a bit in her chair, Betsy added, "I mean, yes, I guess I've been on first base a few times, but I most definitely have not even stepped a toe off of it. I'll have you know that Steve went home with my handprint on his face. His kisses do absolutely nothing for me!"
"And some fictional character does?"
Betsy wasn't about to confess that it wasn't the character per se, it was the way the man took charge. His love affair with the female character had kept Betsy's heart pounding and her fingers turning the pages. Steve's kiss had been more like that given by a puppy-overly energetic and, well, quite moist. "Fine, I read it. So what? With you stealing all the great guys, what's left for a girl to do but find solace in a book? You won't tell, will you? I mean, that book is practically banned! Dad would kill me if he knew I'd read it!"
Jane bent forward and gave her a hug. "Your secret is safe with me." Picking up the letter she'd dropped, she held it out. "Here, consider this my true patriotic duty."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that since you are so intent on keeping our soldiers happy, you can correspond with this man."
"Mr. Bossy?" Betsy asked. "Why him?"
"Because, my dearest Betsy, it's time to close your books and find a warm, red-blooded man. Let Mr. Bossy teach you how a man really thinks. I have a feeling you'll find it a lot more interesting than some fictional character in the pages of a book... even if it is a naughty novel. In fact, why don't you ask him if he enjoys reading? Or, better yet, confess your love of a certain book. I bet he'd admire you for having the spunk to read a banned book."
"Yes," Jane said and then giggled. "Of course, he'd probably not admit that out loud. He's far more likely to blister your behind!"
"He wouldn't!"
"It might be fun to find out though, wouldn't it?" Dropping the letter onto the pile in front of Betsy, Jane gave her a final hug and then left her to ponder her words as she went to prepare for a date. It took several minutes before Betsy dared to reach for the innocent looking envelope and remove the folded sheets to read the latest missive from Jane's Mr. Bossy.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Daryl Devor̩ РWhat Happens in Bangkok

To save Darien's life his brother asks, "Can you walk in high heels?" 

Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo. 

Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now he's running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.

Disguised as a drag queen, he's hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.

Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?


Erika dipped a chip into the salsa and popped it into her mouth. "I can't decide. Mexi-taco or Cali-taco."


"Number twenty and twenty one."

"Simple." He placed his menu on the table and picked up a chip. "Get one of each, but make sure there's room for dessert. 'Cause I want a Churro. Or maybe the Sweet Chimichanga."

"Or both." She popped a salsa-covered chip into her mouth.

"Awesome." Darien dipped a chip and bit into it, trying not to look like he couldn't tear his gaze from her. The elegance of her moves as her fingers unfolded and reached for a chip. The curve of her wrist as she scooped some salsa. The jolt in his body when she opened her mouth and licked her lips. Watching the chip disappear past her teeth was too much for his control. His cock sprang to life. He'd never be able to look at chips and salsa the same way again.

The waitress placed the tray of monkey wings on the table. Erika squealed as they both reached for one. The happiness spread from her face to her body. Her nipples were visible, pressing against her dress. The pressure in his slacks increased. Her lips parted. He stifled a groan. She slid the piece of meat into her mouth and lightly bit into it. Her teeth grazed against the chicken meat, pulling it from the bone. A dribble of sauce escaped. She flicked her tongue across her bottom lip, closed her eyes and heaved a delighted sigh. Sweat ran down Darien's back. Yes, the wings were spicy. But the vision across from him was twenty jalapenos hotter. She picked up another wing. Darien trembled, grabbed his drink and chugged half of it. It did nothing to cool his soaring temperature, or reduce the swelling in his pants.

The visual of her lips wrapped around the chicken wing morphed into her lips around his fully aroused cock. As she pulled the next wing from her mouth, he swallowed–hard. He wiped his brow. "This is hot."

"Not too hot for you?" She placed her index finger in her mouth and slid it out, licking off the sauce.

"Not really, but I just might have to take a cold shower." He grabbed another wing. She reached for one. Darien shuddered. He never knew eating Mexican could be so erotic.

5 Star Review – 

I loved this story. From the very beginning I was on the edge of my seat until I finished it several hours later. I couldn't put the book down. I needed to know what was going to happen to Darien and Erika next. Fast paced from the first word and with several surprises I'd highly recommend this book.

5 Stars 

This book got me hooked from the opening line with Darien puzzling as to why blood was seeping from his wolf tattoo. The chemistry between Darien and Erika sizzles from the first time they meet, even though she’s no idea who he is, nor the fact that he’s actually straight.

What I loved about this book was that it isn’t just about Darien and Erika. A whole cast of characters are vividly brought to life and though I didn’t like them all, particularly Gan I seriously wanted to gag whenever he appeared, they added another dimension to the story.

The action is fast paced, there are enough twists and turns in the plot to keep you guessing and the romance was hot. A great read, especially if you love stories in exotic locations.

5 Stars 

What happens in Bangkok is the first book i have read from this author and I highly recommend it. I couldn't put it down was captured from the first to the last page. This book will keep you on the edge of your seat with all the twist and turns it gives you. Will so be looking for more from this author
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Tell me a bit about yourself and w
hat inspired you to become a writer?

I live on the Ontario side of the Ontario/Quebec border. When I'm not writing, I'm a yoga class. As to what inspired me - I learned to print and was able then to put my stories on paper.
What is your greatest temptation:

In men: Matt Damon – hands down – no question.
In food: chocolate – no wait- cookies – oooh chocolate cookies
In clothes: jeans – I'm a pretty casual person although I love checking out $900 Prada heels.

Your dream home - mountains or ocean?
Ocean.  My motto – Sun. Sand. Sea water.

Do you have a daily writing routine?  If so, please share.
Let's see. I get up. Head to my laptop. Check emails. Then chaos ensues as life kicks in. So no – no writing routine.

What is your favorite book?
I have no idea. I have book shelves full of my favourite book.  

What is your favorite movie?
The Bird Cage.

Who is your favorite historical figure?
Favourite historical figure???? Hmmm - let's go for Joan of Arc – girl had courage.

What do you have out now?

What Happens in Bangkok

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Cal's Law by PK Corey

Both guys were so different, the choice should be clear-cut, but when is it ever?

Jenny is the typical rich-kid, sorority girl. Getting good grades isn’t high on her priority list. In fact, that sits well below getting into the secret faction of her sorority. To do that she must pull off a daring bit of mischief.
Cal Bennett is the town sheriff. He’s a relatively young, no-nonsense, kind of guy – with a heart of gold. He is the moral center of this small town in North Carolina. But when his and Jenny’s paths cross unexpectedly, things get complicated and he questions his morals and his heart.
His plan to save Jenny from herself by enforcing strict discipline seems like a sound one.  To both of them. At first. He enacts a touch of martial law and Jenny agrees to learn more than English Lit. Cooking, cleaning, and laundry are but a few of her new subjects. Along with time-management, telling the truth and doing homework. Breaking anyone in this new set of rules will result in a sound spanking. It all sounds simple enough when she signs on the dotted line of the contract between her and her sheriff.
But, life is messy and she is faced with one tough decision after another. She’s a college student! Shouldn’t life be easier than this? Less complicated? But she is pulled in two directions: her moral, upstanding sheriff leads her down one path, and a cute frat boy leads her down another. In one direction lies maturity, and a future. In the other, the simplicity of being a rich kid in college where Mommy and Daddy pay for everything. Now she must choose: Will she continue to let her parents pay for it all, or will she learn to pay the price for her own actions?

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“Yes, there’s something wrong. What time did you get to your first class this morning?”
Shit! “Umm… I might have been a few minutes late this morning.”
“Try twenty minutes and you were ten minutes late Monday, but Professor Wright didn’t call me Monday since you’d been doing so much better. What happened?”
“My phone died, I didn’t wake up,” Jenny got out.
“Which time, Monday or today?” Cal demanded.
“I… well, it…” Jenny stammered. Stopping she took a deep breath try to fight the disappointment she felt. He’d only called her over to yell at her for something stupid.
“What’s the big deal?” she flung her words at him angrily, “I overslept, okay. I hit the snooze and didn’t feel like getting up. I made it to class both days and that old fart has no right calling you if I’m late or just decide not to go to class one day. It’s nobody’s damn business but mine.”
Cal let a half minute of silence pass as he stared at her. “Your teenage brat side is showing,” he observed. “Nearly three weeks ago you made, and signed, our agreement when you were thinking like a grown woman. You agreed to go to all your classes and to be on time. That woman impressed me with her willingness to do what’s right. Now who are you, a woman who does what’s right or a teenage brat?”

Author Bio:

The love of writing came to me late in life and I spent time trying to fit writing into a busy schedule. Recently I retired, the kids are out and on their own and my wonderful husband encourages me to spend more time exploring the world of writing.

I always hear you should write what you want to read, so I have. I write loving domestic discipline with the stress on ‘loving’. I want a strong man who cherishes the woman he loves and will go to any length to keep her safe and protected.

My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free spirited ways Tom is determination to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. My new series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.

My blog is:
PK Corey’s Reading Room

Author Interview

  1. When did writing become important to you?

I discovered spanking blogs just over ten years ago. They really caught my interest and they stirred a desire to write some of the stories that had long been in my head. I wrote my first story after I turned fifty.

  1. Do you view writing as a career?

I’ve recently retired from teaching, so I can’t say I see writing as a true career yet, but it’s more important to me than just a hobby.

  1. What puts you in the best mood to write?

I’m alone at home, fresh cup of coffee, turn on the gas logs, convince the cats to lay on my feet and not the keyboard and I’m ready to write.

Friday, April 14, 2017

A Cowboy's Passion Naked Bluff, Texas series Book 7 by Anita Philmar

Tess Van Pelt doesn't have time to grieve the loss of her husband, not when the wolves are already at the door.  Still, she has a lover that is willing to help save her. He introduces her to his cousin, Reece Bristol Smith.
As a lawyer, Reece can keep the debtors at bay. The problem or solution is he can't keep his hands off Tess. With her deceased husband accused of murder and the major creditor making unreasonable demands, Reece has to secure Tess's future in the best way he knows how.

Now, will Tess trust him and his cousin to keep her safe or will he need to teach her a few lessons in handing over control to him?

A Cowboy's Passion is a hot adult erotic mystery that explores the passion of having multiple partners. MFM

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"Easy, Sweetheart," Reece cooed and met the angry glare she threw in his direction. "We both know that no matter what he says, tomorrow we're getting married."

The hands on his chest shifted around his neck. Tess met his gaze, and her eyes narrowed. "You aren't worried he's telling you the truth about me."

"No. What your father is trying to do is break us up so he can take control of Gab's assets. He doesn't see how you've grown into a strong woman who can handle her affairs without his help." Reece shifted his focus to Mr. Latimere. "It's understandable. You weren't around to appreciate how Gab depended on her to lend a hand with his business dealings."

Drawing on what John had told him about Tess and Gab's relationship, Reece continued, "She makes most of the decision concerning the ranch and has consulted with me on numerous occasions about investment opportunities that they were considering."

"Right, that girl there knows nothing more than how to fuck a man." Tess's father shifted his weight under his legs and stood.

John grabbed the man's arm. "I believe you've outstayed your welcome, Mr. Latimere."

Reece loosened his grip on Tess, and she turned. "He's right, Dad. I didn't ask you to come here. And seeing as you have no respect for me, it's time you left."

"Come on, girlie. These fellows are just trying to take everything away from you. Once they get what they want, they'll leave you high and dry. Reece, here, doesn't love you. He might enjoy dipping his pecker into you now and again, but..."

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Other Books in the  Naked Bluff, Texas series

In Deep Water   Skinny-dipping to cool off in the Trinity River couldn't cause any problems...could it? 

In Too Deep   The peace of the day is shattered when her best friend steps too far into the Trinity River.

Duty's Bride   Can Sadie have a new life or will her old one rear its ugly head?

More Than Ready   Can a determined woman win her heart's desire?

A Cowboy's Pleasure   Does this cowboy want the job he's being offered?

The Country Doctor's Bride   Run from a murder or marry a doctor, which one will she choose?

Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.

Influenced by old movies, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where special moments come to life in a great read.

Naughty or Nice?

Read her books and decide.