Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Logan By BJ Wane

TITLE:  Logan, Murder on Magnolia Island, Book One

RELEASE DATE:  May 1, 2017
#suspense/mystery   #eroticromance   #BJWane    #spanking    #BDSM   #Blushing Books  

She’s the girl next door he’s always protected.  He’s the man she’s always wanted.  Will the threat of a killer finally get them on the same page?

Logan Lemaster drew Melanie Barnes under his protective wing the moment he rescued her from a fall off her bike. She had been six and he thirteen and his over protectiveness didn’t abate over the next twenty years. When a good friend ends up murdered on the family’s private island following one of his and his cousins BDSM weekend parties, Melanie insists on being there to comfort Logan. Only, he hadn’t counted on the grown woman’s tenacious determination to worm her way past his defenses and into his bed. Having spent the past eight years, since Melanie reached adulthood and made her interest in expanding on their friendship known, he’d refused to jeopardize their special bond by introducing her to his kinky preferences. But he was only human, and when her grief over an assault on a co-worker sends him to comfort her, his good intentions fall to the wayside under her responsive body. As he and his cousins plan to hold another BDSM party to feel out their friends for hints about which one had betrayed them in the worst way, he tutors Melanie in his sexual preferences so she can join him. But as they grow closer, so does the killer, and when her life is threatened, Logan knew he would stop at nothing to protect her and make her his in every way.
DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Melanie’s startled squeak reverberated around the yard when Logan snatched her arm, sat on the lounge and hauled her over his lap.  Before she had even grasped the fact he was actually going to spank her, he had her short skirt flipped up and the matching tights yanked down, baring her butt to his gaze and the warm afternoon sun.  Humiliation heated her face and tightened every muscle.  She’d come over to be supportive and this was how he treated her?  Then the first sharp slap resonated throughout her body, the slight sting more surprising than painful. Instant, searing arousal dampened her sheath, the warm waft of air sliding across her buttocks adding even more heat to the burn between her legs that was at odds with her mortification.  How could she be embarrassed and excited at the same time?
She didn’t have time to ponder her contradictory emotions further as he landed a stinging slap on her right cheek that sent her legs kicking up and her head swiveling around.  “Ow!” she exclaimed in automatic response to the much sharper pain.
“Be quiet, unless you want the neighbors to hear you.  You’ve been asking for this for a long time.  Deal with it.”  
Logan pinned Melanie’s shoulders with his free hand and proceeded to pepper her buttocks with a quick volley of smacks, keeping them light, just hard enough to sting a little.  She gritted her teeth, needing to prove to him she could take whatever he dished out, could be whatever he needed her to be in order to get and keep his attention.  Her lip throbbed from biting it against the barrage of smacks he covered her entire backside with, some hard enough to urge the clenching of her buttocks in response, others just light taps that sent a zing of pleasure arrowing down between her legs.  The discomfort and embarrassment were more than she had expected when watching him all those years ago, but the budding arousal blossoming with each swat was everything Melanie knew she would feel from having his hands on her.  The combination of contrary sensations seemed to work together in building her response to a feverish pitch.
The unexpected smack aimed at the sensitive skin of the under curve of her buttock jolted her into pleading for something she couldn’t put a name to that lay just beyond her grasp.  “Logan, please.”  Shifting her hips against his rock-hard thighs elicited a gush of moisture from her core and an instant wave of tingling pleasure at odds with the pulsing heat encompassing her butt.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Submission at the Tower by Felicity Brandon

Submission at The Tower: the Depths of Desire
Published by: Stormy Night Publications, September 2015.
Contemporary BDSM Romance, Spanking Romance. – c. 64, 000 words.
#BDSMRomance #SpankingRomance #EroticRomance

"This is not a love story. This is the story of the hunger inside of me which must be fed before it consumes me entirely…"

After a chance encounter with a handsome stranger introduces her to The Tower, an institution that trains women in submission, Janie McClusky is irresistibly drawn to the place. But admittance comes at a price, and soon enough Janie is utterly bare and fully on display, blushing crimson as the men at The Tower thoroughly explore her body, bringing her pain, pleasure, and shame as they see fit.

As Janie’s training begins, there is one man among the group who seems to know her own needs better than she does, and before long she finds herself yearning and even begging for his touch. But if she relinquishes control completely to this captivating stranger and allows him to break down her remaining defences, will there be any coming back at all?

Publisher’s Note: Submission at The Tower is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive BDSM content, exhibitionism, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Wicked Pen Writer with Mr. Blackthorne.
18+ My books contain explicit material and scenes of intense D/s sex.

In his now routine fashion, he sweeps a free hand under my chin and lifts my face up to meet his own eyes.
“Did you swallow my cum, little one?” he asks breathlessly.
“Yes sir,” I reply, suddenly anxious that this may not have been the correct action – after all – he never instructed me either way…
He smiles and I relax in an instant.
“Good girl,” he purrs, “although I think you did miss a bit?”
He moves his hand from the underside of my chin to just under my lips and wipes away the remaining fluid. I gape at him as he holds the finger out in front of me.
“Clean it, please,” he instructs me, sensually.
Without breaking my gaze from him, I lean forward and in the most wanton moment of my life I lick his finger clean, using long flicks of my tongue to wipe away the salty fluid. I continue licking even after the finger is clean. I am enjoying myself too much to stop and anyway Shaw has not commanded me otherwise. He watches me with a fascinated intensity, riveted by the show I am putting on for him. In this moment the dynamic between us shifts in some way. Even though I am most definitely submitting to his will, it’s as though he acknowledges the power I have in the partnership as well. Without me, without my consent and my submission, he is nothing. After a moment he pulls his eyes tight shut, needing to break the connection between us to regain the front foot. I want to smile, but duly continue to lick his finger like the excited little puppy I have become.
When he opens them again I can see that he has recovered any lost composure. His mouth widens into a grin and he smiles at me adoringly. That look is heaven-sent. He looks so young and relaxed, and… happy.
“I think that’s clean now, little one!” he chuckles lightly, and pulls the finger away from me.
I say nothing and bow my head slightly as I feel the power shift returning to normal. I see him raise one leg as if he means to stand again, but instead he leans forward and moves my hair from my face. Gently he plants a long kiss on my panting mouth. The moment is so tender that I nearly lose my breath altogether. Nose to nose, we gaze at each other in silence, me still on my knees with my legs splayed as I’ve been told. His hand wraps softly around the back of my neck and he holds me this way as he speaks.

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Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Her Rogue Viking by Ashe Barker

Her Rogue Viking

By Ashe Barker

  • Stormy Night, 2017
  • Released 2 April 2017
  • Historical erotic romance, Viking romance
  • Approximately 76,000 words
  • HEA ending

#eroticromance #ashebarker #discipline #dominance #spanking #Vikingromance #Vikings #historicalromance

Tag Line
  • He has her body. Will she give him her heart?


Though Fiona puts up a brave fight when her village is raided by Vikings, she ends up being carried off over the broad shoulders of Ulfric Freysson, the leader of the Norsemen. The stern, ruggedly handsome warrior quickly makes it clear that she belongs to him now, and her best efforts to escape merely earn Fiona a painful, humiliating switching on her bare bottom.

Her captor’s bold dominance sets Fiona’s passion ablaze, and when he brings her to his bed she cannot help begging for him to claim her completely. As Ulfric begins training her to please him in any way he demands, Fiona finds herself falling in love with her new master, but she soon realizes that there are those among his people who still see her as an enemy. When her life is threatened by a member of his own family, will he stand ready to protect her no matter the cost?

Publisher’s Note: Her Rogue Viking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Blog post Introduction

I have always been fascinated by Vikings. Strong, sexy warriors, ruthless, dominant and determined – what’s not to like? It was only a matter of time before I wove a story around these fierce raiders who rampaged through Scotland and England for over three centuries, eventually settling and leaving their indelible mark on our history.

A Viking raid was indeed a ferocious affair. They relied on what would nowadays probably be termed ‘shock and awe’ swooping in from the sea on their fast dragon ships to attack with vicious and deadly effect. The Nordic raiders would be gone almost as swiftly as they arrived, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The modern equivalent would be a helicopter attack on a sleepy rural village by SWAT teams armed with automatic weapons– the local people would hardly know what hit them.

I have employed a certain amount of poetic license, but I was determined to recreate the Viking era to the best of my ability – their homes, their clothing, what they ate, how they lived. I hope readers will be as entranced as I am by these creative and charismatic raiders, and perhaps forgive them their more outrageous little foibles.

Author Interview

  1. So, tell us a bit more about Ulfric. He’s a stern and sexy Viking chief, with a twitchy palm, but what else is there to know?
Well, I think you just about covered the basics there. Ulfric has a strong sense of family loyalty but that is tested sorely in this book. He has a difficult choice to make, but he is a man who doesn’t shirk his duty and ultimately he will do what he thinks is right for those he loves – whether they like it or not.

  1. How many books have you written? Are they all historical or spanking fiction?
I have over forty titles out now, and they are all erotic stories. About a dozen of them are historical novels. Some have more of a BDSM vibe going on and some are spanking/domestic discipline. At first I wrote just contemporary stories, then I started adding a few historicals and sci-fis. I love the variety.

  1. Why do you enjoy writing historical fiction?
History was my favourite lesson at school, though some periods are more fascinating to me than others. I always preferred the medieval or even earlier times, though the Victorians were an interesting bunch too. But the Viking era is my current favourite and Her Rogue Viking is the first in a series the three linked novels set among these Nordic warriors and the sassy Celts who bring them to their knees.

In many ways life was simpler in the past, if a lot more brutal, and of course some of the moral issues we would have to deal with in a contemporary setting don’t apply. Inequality was the norm. Women were expected to obey – or else. A spanking author can have a field day.

  1. What advice would you have for writers who decide to try their hand at erotica?
I’d tell them to have a go, but to have a decent thesaurus to hand. And an internet connection. Youtube is the erotica writer’s friend.

  1. Do you see writing as a career?
Yes. I try to be fairly ordered about it. I like to be at my desk (well, more accurately the kitchen table) laptop fired up and coffee to hand, by nine in the morning and I tend to write for most of the day then. There are also a lot of related tasks to keep on top of, mainly to do with promo or research, or keeping in touch with readers and other authors. It’s definitely a full-time job for me.


“Good morning, little Celt. I trust you slept well.”
“What are you doing?” Her voice was breathy, her fear of him already apparent despite her seeming trust as she slept.
“I am exploring. I believe I mentioned this to you already.”
“You promised…” She made to wriggle away but his arm around her waist prevented such awkwardness.
“I said your body was mine to explore, to pleasure, and to punish. I hope the latter will not prove needful this fine morning, but as to the first two…”
“Please… do not…”
“Mine, wench. You will no doubt recall the consequences of disobedience.”
“Why must you continue to threaten me? We both know how this will end. I am not a fool, I know what to expect.”
Ulfric paused, his palm now resting against her exposed buttock. He squeezed gently. “I rather think you have no idea whatsoever what you might expect from me. You do know, now, that disobedience will get you punished…” He squeezed her tender bottom again by way of reminder, “…but submission brings its own rewards also.”
“It is not submission when you offer me no choice. When you threaten to beat me if I do not… do not—”
“We shall see. And I shall not beat you, ever. You will be spanked if you deserve that, but I will do you no harm. For now, I shall be content to settle for a more intimate exploration of the sweet lips I and my men glimpsed yesterday evening when you were so delightfully displayed for us over yonder tree trunk.” He smiled to himself at her anguished whimper but pressed on with his assault on her senses and her emotions. He had no doubt at all that she had hated being bared to them and treated to ten hard strokes of the switch. It had been necessary, and she had found the entire experience painful and humiliating. The wench would never admit to desiring any repetition of it. He had taken that at face value, but the glistening sheen that coated her nether lips as he wielded the switch was not lost on him, nor was her outpouring of vulnerability and need afterwards. His little Fiona had been aroused on some level, and he intended to test that response further now. She could deny it all she liked, but her body would tell him the truth.
She made as though to clamp her thighs together as he slid his fingers around and started to explore the deep crevice between her buttocks.
“No. You will remain open, spread for me.”
“Wider, little Celt.” He tapped her inner thigh, urging her to offer him better access.
“But, your men… They will know, and—”
“I doubt they will be shocked so please do not trouble yourself on that account. In any case, they have their own tasks to attend to. We are, to all intents and purposes, quite alone.”
It was clear that she did not believe him since the little wench lifted her head to gaze about her, then she dropped her chin again to rest on his chest. He found he did not entirely care for her air of dejection and defeat, but he supposed it was to be expected. She was powerless, clearly reluctant, but too afraid to resist his demands.
Perhaps it is too soon?
No. He was her master, she his slave. He would have his way.

More about Ashe Barker

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.
Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel.  
At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.
Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.
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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Master Zane by Maggie Carpenter


The Rogue Aristocrat




How does a French Casanova fall under Cupids spell?

Zane De'Ville, a French aristocrat and infamous womanizer, finds himself taking care of a beautiful young lady who doesnt remember anything, but after a short time he starts to doubt the legitimacy of her amnesia.

It is imperative he finds out who she is and where she lives. Staying alone in a gentlemans home is questionable at best, and given his scandalous reputation, if the news got out it could ruin her.

Flora is going to marry the man of her choice! Thats what shes told her father, but he insists she marry a German prince fifteen years her senior. Totally frustrated she sneaks away to hide with a close friend until he sees sense.

She believes shes safe, but he suddenly bursts into the house. Determined not to be found she runs off a second time, but straight into a storm. As she dashes through the driving rain she collides with a man and tumbles to the ground. Totally dazed she lifts her head, and finds herself gazing into the warmest brown eyes shes ever seenthen everything goes black.

Master Zane: The French Aristocrat introduces a memorable Victorian gentleman and willful young noblewoman in this sizzling love story. How does a French Casanova fall under Cupids spell? Click the link and pick up your copy of this spellbinding romance today.
Maggie Carpenter won the Spanking Romance Reviews Award for Best Victorian Romance in 2015 (His Willful Bride) and 2016 (The Wanton Widow).


Spanking Over Clothes

Zane, you cant,she protested. You just cant.
I can and I will,he said sharply, and grabbing her wrist he pulled her to the closest chair, yanked her over his lap, and placed his leg over the backs of her knees.
NO! Let me go, please, I beg you, let me go.
You are a willful irresponsible young woman and this is long overdue.
Smoothing his hand over her upturned bottom he discovered shed not bothered with her petticoats; the thin silk dress and knickers underneath would offer little protection.
Prepare yourself. This will hurt,he warned, and immediately launched into the discipline, rapidly moving his flattened palm from cheek to cheek.
OW! NO! STOP! NO! OW!she wailed squirming frantically.
Do I have your attention?
Yes, yes, yes,she said breathlessly. You do, please, no more.
There will most definitely be more,he said sternly, landing several hard slaps to underscore his decree, but for the moment you will listen to me. Understood?
Yes, yes.
Yes, sir!
Yes, sir, I will listen, I swear.
What were you doing out in the street?
I was going to my friends place.
Your friend? Who is this friend and why were you going there? Were you planning to come back, or were you going to leave me to worry as youve left your family to worry?
I was going to let her know I was safe then come back here right away. I was going to tell you about it in the morning. I was, I promise I was.
I cannot believe my ears. You decided to go out late at night by yourself, then come back again? You foolish girl,he scolded, abruptly delivering several more swats. You see what happened? No sooner were you outside than you got in trouble. Had I not been in the drawing room I would not have heard you scream.
You will never again do something so reckless, do you hear me?
You should have told me about this friend of yours when I asked earlier,he admonished, resting his hand on her hot backside and giving it a squeeze. Why didnt you?
I, uhouch!
You what?
Id rather not tell you.
You most certainly will tell me,he declared immediately sending his hand back to work. Youre going to tell me and its going to be the truth.
OWW, yes, all right, I will, but can I catch my breath for a minute?she panted. I need to, uh, gather my thoughts.
NO! Youll tell me now!
All right, I will. Just dont spank me anymore.
Thats up to you. Start talking.
My friend, her name is Anne, she would have insisted I leave here and stay with her until things are sorted out and I dont want to do that. I want to stay here with you.
Zane shook his head. Would the girl never stop surprising him? Confessing that she wanted to stay with him had taken courage.
That must have been difficult,he murmured. Thank you for being brave and honest. Youre done for now, but youll find yourself back here if you dont behave. Is that clear?
Yes, sir.
We still have some matters to discuss but its very late,he said helping her up. Im tired and Im sure you are too.
I am, and my bottom is stinging like mad.
If you do foolish things around me thats what will happen. Knowing that, do you still want to stay here?
Uhcan I answer that later?
No, you must answer me now.
Youre so hard.
Im not hard, youre just spoiled. Do you still want to stay knowing youll be subject to my discipline?
Yes,she mumbled staring at the floor.
Im delighted to hear it. Well talk in the morning, but before I take you back to your room theres something you need to know.
Is it serious?
Yes, very, there was a notice in the paper about you.
WHAT?she gasped, her head darting up.
The headline said, Lady Flora Braithwaite Missing, and Id just started reading the report when I heard your scream.
Oh, my, goodness!
Exactly. Even though its late Im going to send my first footman to your house with a note saying that youre safe, that you lost your memory from a fall, and will be in touch tomorrow morning. I wont use my embossed paper and they wont know youre here. I doubt it would help your cause if they knew you were staying with a gentleman, especially not me.
Why especially not you?
In Paris I have a less than stellar reputation. If your parents make certain inquiries they may hear things about me. You must not mention my name. I dont mind but you might.
Is this a case when a lie might be better served than the truth?she asked softly, looking up at him with a twinkle in her eye.
Are you being cheeky?
Sort of, but not really.
Youll simply say you dont wish to talk about it. Or perhaps your friendwhats her name?
Perhaps your friend Anne will have a suggestion, but you mustnt tell them you were staying with me. Clear?
I understand, but Id like to know about this reputation you speak of.
Doubtless you will soon enough. Come to my office and write down your address. I assume its not far.
Just around the corner and down a couple of blocks.
Over breakfast youll tell me the whole story.
It had been a statement not a request, and lowering her eyes she nodded her head.
You know you deserved that spanking, dont you?
UmI suppose.
You suppose? Going out by yourself so late at night and in the snow? I should spank you for not realizing how totally irresponsible that was.
NO!she exclaimed, I do realize, I do. Sorry.
You just didnt want to admit it?
I didnt, but I do now.
Bien. Come along, youll give me that address and Ill rouse my footman.



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, (, a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, ( 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.
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