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Pre-Order Blitz – Dirty Daddies Anthology

PRE-ORDER BLITZ
Title: Dirty Daddies Anthology
Genre: Daddy Dom
Release Date: September 29, 2020
BLURB

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TWENTY-FIVE panty-melting romances starring Daddy Doms who command total submission. Penned by some of the best authors in the genre, there’s a Daddy for everyone!

Whether you like Cowboy Daddies, Boss Daddies, Dark Daddies, Military Daddies, Stern Daddies, Shifter Daddies,  Alien Daddies, or LGTBQ Daddies, this deliciously naughty collection of all-new stories is bursting with HOT, raw, Daddy Dom action that’s sure to leave you breathless.

Surrender now. Get Dirty Daddies today!

Featuring Stories by NYT, USA TODAY and International Bestselling Authors

Eden Bradley
Vanessa Vale
Renee Rose
Laylah Roberts
Brianna Hale
Stella Moore
Pepper North
Allie Belle
Aubrey Cara
Golden Angel
Emily Tilton
Delta James
Felicity Brandon
Maggie Ryan
Meredith O’Reilly
RJ Gray
Kara Kelley
Adaline Raine
Nicolina Martin
Lesley Clark
M.A. Innes
J.M Dabney
Allysa Hart
Rayanna Jamison
Maren Smith

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New Release – Super Daddies Anthology

★☆★Release Blitz★☆★
Super Stern. Super Sexy. Super… DADDY!!

Available now

Super Daddies

Seven HOT new novellas by some of the best-known authors in the genre. Get ready for love, laughs, and all the comic action that any anthology filled with Daddy Doms who know where to draw the line and Littles who can’t wait to cross them can hold. Have you been super naughty? Don’t worry… have we got a Daddy for that!

Available on Amazon and FREE in KU

Included in this anthology are:

Weathering Lainey by Stella Moore
Lainey Goldberg has spent her entire life believing she’s completely normal. Until an evil corporation tries to kidnap her, a man she only knows as “Daddy” rescues her, and she’s forced to come to terms with the fact that she has powers she never dreamed of. Can she learn to live under Daddy’s rules and come to terms with her new reality? Or will she risk both their lives by doing things her own way?

Little Villain by Golden Angel
Chaotica is the right hand lady of the city’s biggest villain… until she’s captured by the vigilante Pluto. Things haven’t been going well with her Daddy for a long time, so when Pluto suddenly starts making all the right moves she can’t help but wonder… is he just playing a part to get her to talk? Or would she be better off switching sides and taking a chance on a Daddy who seems too good to be true?

Super Daddy by Allysa Hart and Rayanna Jamison
I wasn’t the damsel in distress type. And yet here I was, wrapped up in a shit-show of epic proportions, with a gang of bad guys after me and a leak somewhere in the ranks of the police department charged with keeping me safe. The next thing I know, I’m holed up in a talking house with Brian, the butter-voiced superhero who ‘rescued’ me against my will. He has a hard-as-steel body and even harder hands, but there’s something about him I just can’t resist. I’ve never needed anyone, and I don’t want to start now, but when he tells me to call him Daddy, I almost believe it when he says he can keep me safe… Almost…

Daddy’s Sassy Little Superhero by Adaline Raine
I should have paid more attention to the night things changed, but I didn’t. No one ever paid me any attention, but now I’m super strong. I hurt the baddest man in the city and now he’s coming after me.

Daddy Shark by Maren Smith
Ommin Jones had always been alone. He had a job, his own place, and no friends (just the way he liked it). Sadly, all that changed the night he saved another man’s life. Now, despite all his best efforts, everyone wanted his autograph and the media wouldn’t leave him alone. He hated it… right up until he met Britney, a late-night radio personality and Little as lonely as he was. No, Ommin never meant to be a super hero. But for one very special Little, he wasn’t just Ommin the Sharkman. He was… Daddy Shark!

Daddy’s Justice by R.J. Gray
When Loki and his dark forces ascend on Midgard, my team is dispatched. The mission: Track down the valkyrie demi-god, Morrigan, and protect her, no matter the cost. The problem: Morrigan has no idea what she is, she doesn’t cooperate, and I, the God of Justice, am not accustomed to disobedience. Also, falling in love wasn’t part of the assignment. Loki is unstoppable; he’ll kill her if he can, but from the moment she calls me Daddy, everything changes. Now, to get to her, he’ll have to go through me… Fat chance.

Ultragirl Powers Up by Emily Tilton
Midwestern college girl Susan Corday has just discovered she’s actually the last survivor of a race of alien warriors, whose almost unlimited powers come directly from her sexual arousal. Can the extremely dominant Nightprince teach the newly minted Ultragirl to keep her powers in check with his considerable skills as a loving daddy? Earth’s newest superhero is about to find out that she’s really a naughty little at heart, and badly in need of a sound spanking.

New Releases

Preorder Blitz – Super Daddies anthology

★☆★Preorder Blitz★☆★

Super Stern. Super Sexy. Super… DADDY!!

Preorder now – https://amzn.to/2xN0GjA

Super Daddies – Coming August 2

Seven HOT new novellas by some of the best-known authors in the genre. Get ready for love, laughs, and all the comic action that any anthology filled with Daddy Doms who know where to draw the line and Littles who can’t wait to cross them can hold. Have you been super naughty? Don’t worry… have we got a Daddy for that!


Included in this anthology are:

Weathering Lainey by Stella Moore
Lainey Goldberg has spent her entire life believing she’s completely normal. Until an evil corporation tries to kidnap her, a man she only knows as “Daddy” rescues her, and she’s forced to come to terms with the fact that she has powers she never dreamed of. Can she learn to live under Daddy’s rules and come to terms with her new reality? Or will she risk both their lives by doing things her own way?

Little Villain by Golden Angel
Chaotica is the right hand lady of the city’s biggest villain… until she’s captured by the vigilante Pluto. Things haven’t been going well with her Daddy for a long time, so when Pluto suddenly starts making all the right moves she can’t help but wonder… is he just playing a part to get her to talk? Or would she be better off switching sides and taking a chance on a Daddy who seems too good to be true?

Super Daddy by Allysa Hart and Rayanna Jamison
I wasn’t the damsel in distress type. And yet here I was, wrapped up in a shit-show of epic proportions, with a gang of bad guys after me and a leak somewhere in the ranks of the police department charged with keeping me safe. The next thing I know, I’m holed up in a talking house with Brian, the butter-voiced superhero who ‘rescued’ me against my will. He has a hard-as-steel body and even harder hands, but there’s something about him I just can’t resist. I’ve never needed anyone, and I don’t want to start now, but when he tells me to call him Daddy, I almost believe it when he says he can keep me safe… Almost…

Daddy’s Sassy Little Superhero by Adaline Raine
I should have paid more attention to the night things changed, but I didn’t. No one ever paid me any attention, but now I’m super strong. I hurt the baddest man in the city and now he’s coming after me.

Daddy Shark by Maren Smith
Ommin Jones had always been alone. He had a job, his own place, and no friends (just the way he liked it). Sadly, all that changed the night he saved another man’s life. Now, despite all his best efforts, everyone wanted his autograph and the media wouldn’t leave him alone. He hated it… right up until he met Britney, a late-night radio personality and Little as lonely as he was. No, Ommin never meant to be a super hero. But for one very special Little, he wasn’t just Ommin the Sharkman. He was… Daddy Shark!

Daddy’s Justice by R.J. Gray
When Loki and his dark forces ascend on Midgard, my team is dispatched. The mission: Track down the valkyrie demi-god, Morrigan, and protect her, no matter the cost. The problem: Morrigan has no idea what she is, she doesn’t cooperate, and I, the God of Justice, am not accustomed to disobedience. Also, falling in love wasn’t part of the assignment. Loki is unstoppable; he’ll kill her if he can, but from the moment she calls me Daddy, everything changes. Now, to get to her, he’ll have to go through me… Fat chance.

Ultragirl Powers Up by Emily Tilton
Midwestern college girl Susan Corday has just discovered she’s actually the last survivor of a race of alien warriors, whose almost unlimited powers come directly from her sexual arousal. Can the extremely dominant Nightprince teach the newly minted Ultragirl to keep her powers in check with his considerable skills as a loving daddy? Earth’s newest superhero is about to find out that she’s really a naughty little at heart, and badly in need of a sound spanking.

Cover Reveal, New Releases

Cover Reveal – Super Daddies anthology

★☆★COVER REVEAL★☆★

Super Stern. Super Sexy. Super… DADDY!!

Super Daddies – Coming August 2

Seven HOT new novellas by some of the best-known authors in the genre. Get ready for love, laughs, and all the comic action that any anthology filled with Daddy Doms who know where to draw the line and Littles who can’t wait to cross them can hold. Have you been super naughty? Don’t worry… have we got a Daddy for that!

Included in this anthology are:

Weathering Lainey by Stella Moore

Little Villain by Golden Angel

Super Daddy by Allysa Hart and Rayanna Jamison

Daddy’s Sassy Little Superhero by Adaline Raine

Daddy Shark by Maren Smith

Daddy’s Justice by R.J. Gray

Ultragirl Powers Up by Emily Tilton

Excerpt/Teaser Share, Release Day/New Release

New Release – Daddy’s Little Librarian by Maren Smith

She needs him to keep her safe. He doesn’t need her at all, but when it comes to wanting… oh now, wanting is a different matter entirely.

Daddy’s Little Librarian Maren Smith … NOW OUT!

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BLURB:

An ex-cop sent to prison for something he didn’t do, Kurt Doyle knows from experience that nothing good ever happens on a Monday. So when his Grams hooks him up with a friend in need of a bodyguard, he knows better than to get involved… until the Little in Scotti Moore provokes the dominant Daddy in him. She’s small, she’s sweet, she’s innocent. She’s almost more trouble than she’s worth, and she’s a librarian, for crying out loud. But she needs his protection, and even if she is everything he wants, he knows the last thing she needs is a man that brings more trouble.

 

EXCERPT:

Now she really couldn’t sleep.

Picking at Bat Bear now instead of her blanket, Scotti asked, “Is there someone out there missing you because you’re sleeping here?”

“Grams has late-night TV to keep her company,” he said. “She’ll be fine.”

“No, I mean someone like me.”

“I already told you, I’ve never done this before. You’re my only client. Go to sleep, Scotti.”

“No,” she persisted. “I mean, do you have someone… like me.”

“People who just get out of prison don’t get the luxury of having somebody,” he said. “They get to get their lives back together first.” His tone dropped into those low notes of warning that she was starting to recognize as preceding a threat to her sitting abilities. “Close your eyes and go to sleep.”

She closed her eyes, but her mind wouldn’t quiet, and so they only drifted open again a few seconds later. “You did have someone, though, right?” she asked, and even though he sighed again, added, “Someone like me? Once upon a time?”

“Scotti…”

“But you’re too good a Daddy not to have had somebody!” she protested.

She could practically feel the waves of disapproval rolling off him and that frustrated her. She was just asking a question. That he wouldn’t answer and satisfy this one niggling curiosity was killing her! He’d jumped on the Daddy train without her saying one word; there had to be a past Little out there who, once upon a pre-prison time, had looked up to this aggravating lout and felt safe because she was his.

Or maybe the Little was a boy?

“Was your Little a guy?” she asked. “Is that why you don’t want to talk about it? I’m not a mean person. I promise I don’t kink shame or judge.”

He sat up again. “Do you need a hot butt?” he asked, evenly.

“No, but—”

“Two,” he said sternly.

That stopped her. Her tummy and her butt both tightened sharply at the threat, but that minute tightening didn’t last beyond the knee-jerk shock of hearing it. “You can’t start at two,” she grumbled. “It’s illegal to start at two. What happened to one?”

“One was on the stairs earlier tonight when you sprayed me in the face with that female crap.”

“But that was hours ago! You can’t just pick up where you left off, you have to start over every time!”

Kicking back his blankets, he got up off the floor.

“How high do you count?” she asked in increasing nervousness as he came back around to her side of the bed.

“Nowhere near high enough to help you now,” he said, stripping the blanket back off her.

“No!” She all but threw Bat Bear in her haste to get away, but he caught the back of her neck before she could do more than roll onto her tummy. “No!” She scrambled to get her hands and knees up under her.

He killed her flight instantly when he said, “Fight me and I’ll use my belt.”

About Maren Smith

Coffee fanatic, human mom to four adorable furbabies, I am an International and USA Bestselling author of more than 160 titles over the last 25 years. I love writing contemporary, historical, science fiction/fantasy, paranormal, romantic comedy and steampunk romances.

I also write under the pennames of Denise Hall, Darla Phelps, and Penny Alley.

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New Release – Unexpectedly His by Maren Smith

Pirates, Assassins, and roofies… oh my!

But no one said marriage was easy.

Unexpectedly His by Maren Smith … NOW OUT!

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BLURB:

In Vegas for a cousin’s wedding, the last thing Daniel Fortner is looking for is a marriage of his own. But then Gwen crashes—literally—into his life and suddenly Daniel can’t stop running. She’s a pickpocket, a car thief, a boat thief, the woman who roofied him for his own good, and quite possibly the most fun he’s had in years. He never meant to marry her, but once the bullets and heart-stopping kisses start flying, how can he possibly let her go?

EXCERPT:

“I think I’d rather have you shoot me.” Daniel spread his arms, but did not approach. “You say I don’t have any options, but you know, I don’t think you do either. Six other people saw you guys come in here. Everything you’re doing is being recorded to an offsite location. So go ahead, shoot me. Because I’m not leaving with you and neither is she.”

Chuckling all over again, even less amused than before, Gray Suit opened his coat to show them the butt of the pistol holstered to his chest. “You want to know how much I care about the witnesses or the camera, you go ahead and ask me that again. You won’t even have to say please.”

Stepping out from behind him, Brown Suit opened his coat too, showing them he was also armed. He didn’t say anything. His dead-eyed stare did all the talking for him.

Gwen jumped when the chapel door swung open, and the wedding coordinator came bouncing out again, forcing the gunmen to hide both weapons once more. “Next,” she said cheerfully.

Daniel grabbed her arm. “That’s us, honey.”

Her knees almost buckled, but Gwen went where he pushed her, stumbling past the Suits and into the overly white chapel. The gunmen tried to follow, but the blonde blocked their way. “I’m sorry, are you gentlemen part of the wedding party?”

“Never seen them before in my life,” Daniel replied, hustling Gwen down the narrow aisle.

“Then I’m sorry, you both will just have to wait out here.”

Before she closed the door, Gwen looked back, shivering as Gray Suit locked his eyes on her and pointedly straightened his jacket. “We’ll be waiting.”

Like she wasn’t scared enough as it was.

“Yeah, you do that.” Rubbing a hand over his mouth and down his chin, Daniel swept the room with narrowed eyes. Gwen followed his stare to the rear exit just behind the altar, stage, and Elvis Presley look-alike. Dressed in a white sequined suit and half-cape, he stood with a Bible tucked under one arm and a spritz bottle, with which he was currently lozenging his throat. He swished it through it his mouth before grinning at her, tossing a wink and striking a pose. “Welcome to Reverend Love’s Wedding Chapel.”

“Have you folks got a license?” The coordinator came to them, beaming her cheerful smile and holding out her hand.

“Actually, we’ve been talking and we’re wondering if we shouldn’t take a day to consider this a little longer. So, if it’s okay with you…” Catching Gwen’s arm, Daniel hustled her down the short aisle and past the stage.

“Oh, hey,” Elvis said, losing his smile before hurrying to block their path. “Marriage is a big step, and if you’re not ready, well, that’s okay. You shouldn’t make this commitment unless you are, however” —he thumbed over his shoulder— “you can’t go out that door.”

“Why not?” Gwen asked. The back door was less than ten feet away. They’d have to knock Elvis out of the way to get to it, but she could all but feel the clock ticking precious seconds away. If thoughts of a back door weren’t already planted in the minds of both gunmen, she had no doubt it would sprout there soon enough. They had to get out of here, and that door was their best option.

“That door,” Elvis said, as if he could hear her thoughts, “is the doorway to Happily Ever After.”

It had a sign that read those very words: Happily Ever After, in the scrolling font of a fairytale storybook.

“This church,” Elvis told them, “has been marrying folks for 142 years. It’s stood here on this very spot long before the casinos, before Bugsy Siegel, before even the Hoover Dam. In all that time, that door has been the first each newly married couple has stepped through on their journey through the rest of their repurposed lives. This is more than just a doorway, folks, this is a tradition.”

“Okay,” Daniel caved, holding up soothing hands. “We promise we’ll come back tomorrow—”

“And when you do,” Elvis replied in the exact same, soothing tone, “then you can use this door. In the meantime, the front door is right back the way you came.”

Right back down the aisle and out into the reception area, where the Suits were waiting for them. Gwen and Daniel looked at each other.

Daniel found his smile again. “Get your license, babe. Looks like we’re getting married.”

About Maren Smith

Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee whore, pain slut, administrator at two of my local BDSM dungeons, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 160 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.

I also write under the names of Denise Hall, Darla Phelps, and Penny Alley.

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Teaser Share – Unexpectedly His by Maren Smith

★☆★Teaser Share★☆★
Pirates, Assassins, and roofies… oh my!
But no one said marriage was easy.
Unexpectedly His by Maren Smith … Coming April 9!
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TEASER:
“I don’t love you, and I’m not getting married.” Especially not to a complete stranger. Famous last words as it turns out. He didn’t even know her real name.
A laugh out loud funny marriage mistake romance.

BLURB:
In Vegas for a cousin’s wedding, the last thing Daniel Fortner is looking for is a marriage of his own. But then Gwen crashes—literally—into his life and suddenly Daniel can’t stop running. She’s a pickpocket, a car thief, a boat thief, the woman who roofied him for his own good, and quite possibly the most fun he’s had in years. He never meant to marry her, but once the bullets and heart-stopping kisses start flying, how can he possibly let her go?

About Maren Smith:
Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee fanatic, administrator at two of my local BDSM dungeons, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 160 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.
I also write under the names of Denise Hall, Darla Phelps, and Penny Alley.

Want information on free stories, new releases, takeovers, giveaways and prizes? Join my newsletter! http://MarenSmith.com/newsletter/
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New Release – Her Consort by Maren Smith

From salvage mission to cluster-fuck before they even got out of the hatch. That was some kind of record… even for them.

Her Consort by Maren Smith … Out Now!

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EXCERPT:

“I love belts.” He winked, and she trembled all the harder when he knelt down behind her. The cuffs clinked together as he selected which end to use first. “Implements of correction that one can wear, always at the ready.”

“What exactly do you think I should be corrected for?” He pretended to think about it. “How about all the times you drove me to absolute distraction?”

She was so astonished by that lack of reasoning, she almost didn’t notice he had fastened the first cuff around her unresisting ankle, and then buckled that around the right table leg. “I drove you? You’re the one who won’t stop walking around the ship naked!”

“Yes, but who ignores it? Do you have any idea how cold this ship is when you’re wet? Your first dozen strokes ought to be for shrinkage alone. And all those times you called me ‘asshat’?” He shifted to her other side, opening the cuff to buckle down her left ankle. “Granted, I didn’t know what that meant until now, but still…” He circled to the head of the table and leaned down beside her. Hands clasped, weight braced on his elbows, he shook his head. “Poor innocent, little human. Don’t worry. I am going to make this such an education for you.” Ruffling her hair, he stood again.

“You idiot!” she huffed, whipping her hair back out of her eyes. “It’s a curse, not a suggestion. And like hell I’m going to stand here and be taught anything by the likes of y-ah!” She lurched in her bonds, every inch of her straining to escape the lash of pure fire that wrapped her ass, hugging it in the grip of all that supple leather before letting go.

“Is it?” Kogan asked, shifting that deceptively soft strap to his other hand. “Is it really?”

The sting was incredible and yet, when he let his free hand wander a brushing caress across the welt he’d just created, her eyes damn near closed in erotic delight.

BLURB:

She was a salvage operator, patrolling the depths of deep space.

He was a professional consort to royalty, built like a Neanderthal. Twice her width and twice her weight, his six-pack abs had six-pack abs. She knew, because she’d seen them.

It really was kind of too bad they didn’t get along.

About Maren Smith:

Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee fanatic, administrator at two of my local BDSM dungeons, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 160 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.

I also write under the names of Denise Hall, Darla Phelps, and Penny Alley.

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Teaser Share – Her Consort by Maren Smith

★☆★Teaser Share★☆★

From salvage mission to cluster-fuck before they even got out of the hatch. That was some kind of record… even for them.

Her Consort by Maren Smith … Coming March 26!

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TEASER:

You led me a thrilling chase, but now that I have caught you, I promise I have studied all the ways in which our people match most closely. Spread your legs. It will be my honor to make you enjoy this.

BLURB:

She was a salvage operator, patrolling the depths of deep space.

He was a professional consort to royalty, built like a Neanderthal. Twice her width and twice her weight, his six-pack abs had six-pack abs. She knew, because she’d seen them.

It really was kind of too bad they didn’t get along.

About Maren Smith:

Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee fanatic, administrator at two of my local BDSM dungeons, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 160 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.

I also write under the names of Denise Hall, Darla Phelps, and Penny Alley.

Want information on free stories, new releases, takeovers, giveaways and prizes? Join my newsletter! http://MarenSmith.com/newsletter/

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Other titles by Maren Smith

Black Light Series:

Unbroken (Black Light: Valentine’s Roulette, Book 3)

Shameless (Black Light: Roulette Redux, Book 7)

Fearless (Black Light, Book 10)

Determined (Black Light: Celebrity Roulette, Book 12)

The Red Petticoat Saloon Series:

Jade’s Dragon

Warming Emerald

Masters of the Castle Series:
Book 1, Holding Hannah

Book 2, Kaylee’s Keeper

Book 3, Saving Sara

Book 4, Sweet Sinclair

Book 5, Chasing Chelsea

Book 6, Owning O

Book 7, Maddy Mine

Book 8, Seducing Sandy

Witness Protection Program Box Set

Corbin’s Bend:

Last Dance for Cadence (Season 1, Book 8)

Have Paddle, Will Travel (Season 2, Book 7)

A Few Other Titles:

B-Flick

Build-A-Daddy

The Great Prank

Jinxie’s Orchids

Life After Rachel

The Locket

The Mountain Man

Something Has To Give

Cover Reveal, New Releases

Cover Reveal – Her Consort by Maren Smith

★☆★COVER REVEAL★☆★

Her Consort by Maren Smith … Coming March 26!

From salvage mission to cluster-fuck before they even got out of the hatch. That was some kind of record… even for them.

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BLURB:

She was a salvage operator, patrolling the depths of deep space.
He was a professional consort to royalty, built like a Neanderthal. Twice her width and twice her weight, his six-pack abs had six-pack abs. She knew, because she’d seen them.
It really was kind of too bad they didn’t get along.

About Maren Smith:

Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee fanatic, administrator at two of my local BDSM dungeons, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 160 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.

I also write under the names of Denise Hall, Darla Phelps, and Penny Alley.

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Other titles by Maren Smith

Black Light Series:
Unbroken (Black Light: Valentine’s Roulette, Book 3)
Shameless (Black Light: Roulette Redux, Book 7)

Fearless (Black Light, Book 10)

Determined (Black Light: Celebrity Roulette, Book 12)

The Red Petticoat Saloon Series:
Jade’s Dragon

Warming Emerald

Masters of the Castle Series:
Book 1, Holding Hannah

Book 2, Kaylee’s Keeper

Book 3, Saving Sara

Book 4, Sweet Sinclair

Book 5, Chasing Chelsea

Book 6, Owning O

Book 7, Maddy Mine

Book 8, Seducing Sandy

Witness Protection Program Box Set

Corbin’s Bend:
Last Dance for Cadence (Season 1, Book 8)

Have Paddle, Will Travel (Season 2, Book 7)

A Few Other Titles:
B-Flick

Build-A-Daddy

The Great Prank

Jinxie’s Orchids

Life After Rachel

The Locket

The Mountain Man

Something Has To Give

Cover Reveal, New Releases

Cover Reveal – Black Light: Celebrity Roulette

COVER REVEAL
Title: Black Light: Celebrity Roulette
Authors: Livia Grant, Jennifer Bene, Dani René,
Lesley Clark, Maren Smith, Measha Stone, 
Sue Lyndon, Renee Rose, & Maggie Ryan
Publisher: Black Collar Press
Genre: BDSM Romance/Erotica
Cover Design: Eris Adderly
Release Date: February 7, 2019

BLURB

How high would you bid for a fantasy night with your celebrity crush? 

Black Light is back for the 3rd year in a row with nine *brand new* sexy stories set in their new West Coast club! This year you’re invited to celebrate Valentine’s Day VIP-style as Black Light combines their annual kinky game of BDSM roulette with a celebrity charity auction. Three hours of fun. Five hard limits.

We’ve loaded the wheel with naughty new kinks for our couples as they play to win a free month at the exclusive club… but there’s more than money on the line when hearts get involved.

Drama, fame, and fantasies await if you’re brave enough to spin the wheel!

Publisher’s Note: If you’ve checked out the previous Valentine Roulette anthologies, then you already know the high stakes for these daring couples. If you haven’t spun the wheel with us yet, what are you waiting for? Each set is full of completely new, edgy, stand-alone BDSM romance stories! Dive in and enjoy this one of a kind anthology, full of tempting dominance and tantalizing submission.

GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43634998-celebrity-roulette

CONTRIBUTING AUTHORS

Livia Grant: https://www.facebook.com/Livia-Grant-877459968945358
Jennifer Bene: https://www.facebook.com/jenniferbeneauthor
Dani René: https://www.facebook.com/DaniReneAuthor
Lesley Clark: https://www.facebook.com/lesleyclarkauthor
Maren Smith: https://www.facebook.com/authormarensmith
Measha Stone: https://www.facebook.com/authormeashastone
Sue Lyndon: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSueLyndon
Renee Rose: https://www.facebook.com/reneeroseromance
Maggie Ryan: https://www.facebook.com/authormaggieryan

Excerpt/Teaser Share, New Releases

New Release – Ladder 54

Five Hot Firemen. One Scintillating Weekend of Anything Goes

Ladder 54

by Maren Smith, Raisa Greywood, Adaline Raine, Isabella Laase & Felicity Brandon

Availabe Now – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GVS3TC7/
Add to your TBR – http://bit.ly/2BN5daD

Five Hot Doms. One Sinful Weekend. Anything Goes.

Blurbs:

The Dance Card by Maren Smith

It was a charity auction, the Crystal Cabin Club’s first ever Rent-A-Dom, and Rylee was bidding on nothing less than the love of her life. She had to cheat to win, but she got the Dom she’d always wanted. Now all she has to do is get past the guilt…

A Hero for Lauren by Felicity Brandon

He saved her once, but after Lauren wins a night with her fantasy firefighter, can Blake still be her hero?

Light Me Up by Raisa Greywood

Theo used to be Selene’s hero, but she doesn’t need one anymore, especially after he blew her off and moved across the country to get away from her. When she goes to Montana on business, she learns things about Theo that might make her change her mind about her childhood hero.

After escaping Greektown and his horde of well-meaning relatives, Theo is content in Big Banks, Montana. A chance meeting with a woman he’d left behind makes him rethink what he thought he wanted. Selene Alexiou fits none of his outdated stereotypes, but he wants her anyway.

When Theo and Selene meet for the first time as adults, chemistry isn’t the only thing sparking between them.

Sparked by Deception by Isabella Laase

Identical twins Claire and Claudia Siracusa can’t afford to bid on two Doms at the kinky Crystal Cabin auction, so they pool their money to win the handsome, stoic Declan Kennedy with the intention of switching places without his knowledge. Declan’s clearly attracted to his latest submissive but when their deception is revealed, he has two problems to deal and a whole house of kink to explore.

Rekindled by Adaline Raine

Dakota Channing returns to the sleepy little town of Big Banks hoping to gather enough courage to explain to her ex-husband why she left, instead she bids on him at a charity auction. Now she’s won a night with a Dom, in all the ways she could imagine, and even in some ways beyond her wildest dreams.

Troy Channing didn’t expect his ex-wife to come back home for a event at the exclusive CCC cabin, or ever. Can he forgive the love of his life for abandoning their marriage or will they turn their legal separation into a divorce for good?

Warning: Contains intense BDSM scenes, anal play, spanking.

Excerpt:

The Dance Card by Maren Smith

The cellphone on her nightstand buzzed. She looked at it, but she didn’t need to pick it up to know who it was. Walker had already texted twice last night, before she’d even got home from that disastrous auction. Now here it was, not yet seven o’clock, and already he’d texted again.

She couldn’t avoid him forever. She probably already looked guilty as hell. What woman in her right mind purchased the winning bid on the dom of her dreams and then ran away without claiming her prize? That didn’t make sense. Nothing she was doing right now made sense, and if she wasn’t very careful someone else was going to notice that. Then they’d start asking questions, and she’d crack. She’d never been any good at maintaining deception; she always cracked under pressure.

This was horrible. Rylee covered her face with both hands.

The phone buzzed again. Another text received.

She had to do something. She couldn’t just sit here and ignore him.

She reached for the phone, the last text received catching her eye and all but stopping her heart mid-beat.

Unless you want a refund…?

God, no! Did she deserve the prize she’d stolen? No! Did she want to give it back? Seriously, God and hell no!

She checked the message prior to the last and her heart stopped all over again.

Come to the window.

Oh. Shit.

Her heart leapt out of her chest to catch in her throat instead. Crawling off the edge of her bed, Rylee crept to the window. She peeked through the curtains the way anyone else might check the lawn for zombies.

A lawn full of zombies would have been easier to handle than the sight of Walker, dressed in tight-fitting jeans and a blue Ladder 54 t-shirt that showed off the mouth-watering breadth of his shoulders, the solidness of his chest, the trim of his waist, and every bulge and vein in his muscular arms. Popeye would be so proud.

He was standing just off the edge of her porch, a bag of donuts in one hand and a cardboard tray with two coffee cups in the other. Spotting her, he lifted his chin, painted on the kind of smile that could melt a woman’s panties right off her, and held his peace offering a little higher. “Morning!”

Shit.

Much as she wanted to, she couldn’t hide forever. Plus, he’d already seen her and if she hadn’t raised his suspicions yet, she would soon enough if she didn’t stop acting like a lunatic and start behaving like a normal, guilt-free human being.

A normal, guilt-free human being would go out there and talk to him.

Double shit.

Snagging her bathrobe off the foot of her bed, she pulled it on even as she hurried down the stairs. Tying it tight to hide that she was still dressed from last night—triple shit, she hadn’t taken off her makeup and her hair was still done up, but it looked a little ratty from the few times she’d tried to lie down throughout the night—she paused long enough for a deep and calming breath, and then opened the front door. “Hi,” she said, her attempt at a smile falling flat of its mark. She imagined she looked exactly how she felt as she watched Walker ascend the three steps onto her white-painted front porch.

His eyes flicked from her face, to her hair, to her bathrobe, and then back to her eyes again. She was still trying to coax her smile, but his was already fading.

“Have you not slept at all?” he asked, a touch of concern creeping into his tone.

“Of course I have.” Because why wouldn’t she be able to sleep? She slept all the time. Normal people slept. Rylee tried to laugh, that fell a little flat too.

Quite deliberately, using only his eyes, he directed her gaze to the bottom of her bathrobe. It was two inches shorter than her little black dress.

Crap in a hat.

Hugging the door in tight to her side, Rylee gave up on normal, polite, and smiles and went on the defensive. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?”

“Sophie gave me your address. And your name. All the things I didn’t quite catch from you last night.” The dark lines of his eyebrows twitched together. “Look, if you don’t want to do this, that’s fine, but I’m kind of curious. Why would you pay two thousand dollars if you didn’t want the prize? Were you feeling pressured?”

“No!” Rylee recoiled. “No, w-why would you… even think… what makes you think I don’t want this?”

He counted off using the fingers of his donut-sack-holding hand. “You ran away last night, you won’t talk to me, you haven’t returned my calls or my texts, and you haven’t invited me inside.” The fold of the paper sack now held pinched between his thumb and pinky finger, he arched his eyebrows at her and waited.

Crap in a hat with pickles on top.

About the Authors

Maren Smith

Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee whore, pain slut, administrator at my local BDSM dungeon, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 120 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.

CONNECT WITH MAREN SMITH

Visit Maren Smith’s blog here: http://badgirlscorner.blog

Friend me on Facebook here: http://facebook.com/Maren.Smith.10

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Felicity Brandon

Felicity is a #1 international bestselling, and award winning writer of dark, spanking romance. Head in the clouds, you can usually find her either plotting her next book, hitting the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music. She lives to write though, and is happiest creating desire and kink at her keyboard.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/felicity.brandon.3

Author page: https://www.facebook.com/felicitybrandonerotica

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Felicity-Brandon/e/B00CV873JK/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/FelicityBrandon

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6892310.Felicity_Brandon

Blog: https://felicitybrandonwrites.com/

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/felicity-brandon

Raisa Greywood

Raisa is an up and coming author of romance with a dark and naughty twist. Her heroes are sometimes flawed but always the alpha in the room, while her heroines are atypical and can take anything those bossy alphas dish out.

She is the winner of the 2017 “Ignite the Flame” contest sponsored by Central Ohio Fiction Writers in the Paranormal category. The one thing that Raisa most loves is tipping tropes on their ears and making fun of them. She also adores alliteration.

She’s lived all over the world but currently resides in the Midwestern United States with her husband, two irascible cats, and a big bay rescue horse.

Contact links

www.raisagreywood.com

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100015211865639

https://mewe.com/i/raisa.greywood

https://twitter.com/Raisa_Greywood

https://www.instagram.com/raisagreywood/

Isabella Laase

Cursed by a sarcastic sense of humor, Isabella works to blend her history loving, feminist side with the fantasy world of hot romance defined by the firm hand of a strong alpha male. Given choice within the confines of history and genre, strong women find balance in their lives while fulfilling their deepest sexual desires.

Isabella lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her very patient husband. Two tiny dogs complete the family and have learned to sleep under a laptop to gain any comfort from her side while she balances a job, political activism, and steamy spanking novels in the course of a single day.

“Writing is like playing in a virtual reality dollhouse. You can create any character you want within any world, time period, lifestyle, and personality. You can dress them, undress them, build conversations, relationships, heartbreak and romance.

You are only limited by your personal imagination.”

FAVORITE MEDIA CONTACT

facebook.com/isabella.laase

OTHER MEDIA CONTACTS

isabellalaaseromance.blogspot.com

twitter.com/isabella_laase

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15574842.Isabella_Laase

https://www.bookbub.com/profile/isabella-laase

Adaline Raine

Social Media Links (follow Addy around)

Newsletter:https://goo.gl/forms/eU3Qh7vE0YIe5Jdj1

Website:http://www.adalineraine.com

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Adaline-Raine/e/B00B1Y5JNM

Book Bub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/adaline-raine

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/adalineraine/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Adaline_Raine

Cover Reveal, New Releases

Cover Reveal – Ladder 54

Five Hot Firemen. One Scintillating Weekend of Anything Goes

Ladder 54

by Maren Smith, Raisa Greywood, Adaline Raine, Isabella Laase & Felicity Brandon

Coming August 31

Add to your TBR – http://bit.ly/2BN5daD

 

Blurbs:

The Dance Card by Maren Smith

It was a charity auction, the Crystal Cabin Club’s first ever Rent-A-Dom, and Rylee was bidding on nothing less than the love of her life. She had to cheat to win, but she got the Dom she’d always wanted. Now all she has to do is get past the guilt…

A Hero for Lauren by Felicity Brandon

He saved her once, but after Lauren wins a night with her fantasy firefighter, can Blake still be her hero?

Light Me Up by Raisa Greywood

Theo used to be Selene’s hero, but she doesn’t need one anymore, especially after he blew her off and moved across the country to get away from her. When she goes to Montana on business, she learns things about Theo that might make her change her mind about her childhood hero.

After escaping Greektown and his horde of well-meaning relatives, Theo is content in Big Banks, Montana. A chance meeting with a woman he’d left behind makes him rethink what he thought he wanted. Selene Alexiou fits none of his outdated stereotypes, but he wants her anyway.

When Theo and Selene meet for the first time as adults, chemistry isn’t the only thing sparking between them.

Sparked by Deception by Isabella Laase

Identical twins Claire and Claudia Siracusa can’t afford to bid on two Doms at the kinky Crystal Cabin auction, so they pool their money to win the handsome, stoic Declan Kennedy with the intention of switching places without his knowledge. Declan’s clearly attracted to his latest submissive but when their deception is revealed, he has two problems to deal and a whole house of kink to explore.

Rekindled by Adaline Raine

Dakota Channing returns to the sleepy little town of Big Banks hoping to gather enough courage to explain to her ex-husband why she left, instead she bids on him at a charity auction. Now she’s won a night with a Dom, in all the ways she could imagine, and even in some ways beyond her wildest dreams.

Troy Channing didn’t expect his ex-wife to come back home for a event at the exclusive CCC cabin, or ever. Can he forgive the love of his life for abandoning their marriage or will they turn their legal separation into a divorce for good?

Warning: Contains intense BDSM scenes, anal play, spanking.

Blog Tour, New Releases

Blog Tour – Masters of the Castle: Witness Protection Program

Masters of the Castle: Witness Protection Program

Where will you be when the bomb goes off?

Ten of your favorite BDSM authors. Eight brand new stories. One really, really bad man.

When Master Marshall gets an emergency phone call, he can’t believe his ears. His cousin, Grace, has become the only surviving witness to a terrible murder and she is refusing witness protection. Fortunately for her, as far as Marshall is concerned there is no place in the world safer than a medieval castle full of protective Doms.

Unfortunately for them all, the assassin hunting her from the shadows disagrees.

Add it to your TBR list – http://bit.ly/2LF8rNJ

Buy it here – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07FMDZKKP

Now Available

Enter Giveaway here:

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Guarding Grace

Katherine Deane and Kate Richards

How can a blind woman be a witness? Worse…how can Grace keep from being the murderer’s next victim. Even in the Castle, in the care of a Dom who’s survived one of the world’s most extreme war zones, she’s stalked by the determined and ruthless killer. Grace and Chris have the beginnings of a hot and passionate relationship…if he can keep her alive.

Embracing Eden

Maren Smith

Intimacy was vulnerability, and vulnerable was something Grimsley would never be.

He was tall; she was tiny. He was neat, tidy, orderly; she was… not. His life was focus without deviation and relentlessly managed by the ticking of his pocket watch; she was chaos, from the curls of her unruly hair to her little bare feet, and if she got distracted and walked into him one more time, by God, he was going to bend her over the first sturdy piece of furniture he saw. For a man who shunned intimacy, getting Eden into his arms was fast becoming all he could think about.

They say opposites attract. When it came to Eden, attract was far too tame a word…

Freeing Fawn

Golden Angel

FBI agent Dane Morgan comes to the Castle to save a life. Fawn Pike is there to take one.

Something about the raven- haired beauty catches his attention right away – but is it suspicion or desire driving his actions? Their scenes together are incendiary, their attraction overwhelming, but with the lies building between them, even the Castle’s magic might not be enough to give them a happily-ever-after.

Controlling Carlie

BJ Wane

Nothing could’ve surprised Luke more than seeing the girl he’d sworn to protect at the Castle, perched on another Dom’s lap. Anger and jealousy urged him to intervene when Carlie’s stubbornness forced him to take her on as his sub for the weekend to honor his promise to her brother to keep her safe. It takes a possible threat followed by a misunderstanding to get Luke to see what’s been right before his eyes all along.

Taming Terri

Allysa Hart and Rayanna Jamison

Partners. Best Friends. Ex-Lovers. K9 unit Terri O’Connel and Nick Carrusso along with their playful pup, Champ, find themselves on a case that challenges all of their skills.

Terri fights Nick every step of the way, but when her behavior compromises their mission, he puts his foot down. Taming her will be no easy feat, but if anyone is going to get the feisty woman under control, it’s the man who loves her the most.

Will their relationship survive or will they walk out of the Castle and away from each other forever?

Harboring Holly

Raisa Greywood

Two years ago, Agent Flint Turner met his dream girl. The only good he’d ever done during his undercover assignment was to help her escape one of the most vicious criminals in FBI history.

After witnessing the murder of her best friend, Holly Dansen finds safety in The Castle. When she sees the killer and his henchman, she thinks her life is over, but is determined to protect her newfound family.

But Mario isn’t what he seems, and she doesn’t know what to believe. The chemistry is bubbling between them, but can she trust him to keep her safe?

Capturing Cassandra – Masters of the Castle

Piper Stone

She’s longed to submit to a powerful man. Her choice? The assassin she’s hunted for years.

He’s cunning, he’s wealthy and he’s dangerous. When a mafia assassin is tasked to eliminate another, assuming the role of a Master Dom within the Castle, he’s prepared for just another assignment. That is, until he meets the woman selected to become his submissive. Beautiful and intelligent, she’s also his nemesis, an FBI agent hunting him for years.

What she doesn’t understand is that after this weekend, she will belong to him.

Tempting Tasha

Has the Big Bad Dungeon Master finally met his match?

Desperate to find her brother, Tasha lies her way into a job at the renowned Castle.

She has no clue about the lifestyle but she only needs to fake it for a couple of days – long enough to get the information she’s after.

Unfortunately, she gets assigned to the Dungeon, where the dark, brooding Master Eamon is watching her every move…

Publisher’s Note: This steamy romance includes elements of power exchange.

New Releases, Release Day/New Release

New Release – Masters of the Castle: Witness Protection Program

RELEASE BLITZ
Title: Masters of the Castle: Witness Protection Program
Authors: Allysa Hart, Rayanna Jamison,
Maren Smith, Tabitha Black, BJ Wane,
Golden Angel, Raisa Greywood, Piper Stone,
Katherine Deane & Kate Richards
Publisher: Blushing Books
Genre: Romantic Suspense/BDSM
Release Date: August 7, 2018

BLURB

Ten of your favorite authors. Eight brand new stories. One really, really bad man.

Where will you be when the bomb goes off?

When Master Marshall gets an emergency phone call, he can’t believe his ears. His cousin, Grace, has become the only surviving witness to a terrible murder and she is refusing police protection. Fortunately for her, as far as Marshall is concerned there is no place in the world safer than a medieval castle full of protection-minded Doms. Unfortunately for them all, the assassin hunting her from the shadows disagrees.

This steamy Masters of the Castle anthology includes the following brand new, full length books:

Taming Terri – Allysa Hart & Rayanna Jamison

Partners. Best Friends. Ex-Lovers. K9 unit Terri O’Connel and Nick Carrusso along with their playful pup, Champ, find themselves on a case that challenges all of their skills. 
Terri fights Nick every step of the way, but when her behavior compromises their mission, he puts his foot down. Taming her will be no easy feat, but if anyone is going to get the feisty woman under control, it’s the man who loves her the most.
Will their relationship survive, or will they walk out of the Castle and away from each other forever?

Embracing Eden – Maren Smith

Intimacy was vulnerability, and vulnerable was something Grimsley would never be.

He was tall; she was tiny. He was neat, tidy, orderly; she was… not. His life was focus without deviation and relentlessly managed by the ticking of his pocket watch; she was chaos, from the curls of her unruly hair to her little bare feet, and if she got distracted and walked into him one more time, by God, he was going to bend her over the first sturdy piece of furniture he saw. For a man who shunned intimacy, getting Eden into his arms was fast becoming all he could think about.

They say opposites attract. When it came to Eden, attract was far too tame a word…

Tempting Tasha – Tabitha Black

Has the Big Bad Dungeon Master finally met his match?

Desperate to find her brother, Tasha lies her way into a job at the renowned Castle.
She has no clue about the lifestyle but she only needs to fake it for a couple of days – long enough to get the information she’s after.

Unfortunately, she gets assigned to the Dungeon, where the dark, brooding Master Eamon is watching her every move…

Controlling Carlie – BJ Wane

The only way to keep her safe is to bend her to his control…

Nothing could’ve surprised Luke more than seeing the girl he’d sworn to protect at the Castle, perched on another Dom’s lap. Anger and jealousy urged him to intervene when Carlie’s stubbornness forced him to take her on as his sub for the weekend to honor his promise to her brother to keep her safe. It takes a possible threat followed by a misunderstanding to get Luke to see what’s been right before his eyes all along.

Freeing Fawn – Golden Angel

FBI agent Dane Morgan comes to the Castle to save a life. Fawn Pike is there to take one.

Something about the raven-haired beauty catches Dane’s attention right away – but is it suspicion or desire driving his actions? Their scenes together are incendiary, their attraction overwhelming, but with the lies building between them, even the Castle’s magic might not be enough to give them a happily ever after.

Harboring Holly – Raisa Greywood

Can he save her twice?

Two years ago, Agent Flint Turner met his dream girl. The only good he’d ever done during his undercover assignment was to help her escape one of the most vicious criminals in FBI history.

After witnessing the murder of her best friend, Holly Dansen finds safety in the Castle. When she sees the killer and his henchman, she thinks her life is over, but is determined to protect her newfound family.

But Mario isn’t what he seems, and she doesn’t know what to believe. The chemistry is bubbling between them, but can she trust him to keep her safe?

Capturing Cassandra – Piper Stone

She’s longed to submit to a powerful man. Her choice? The assassin she’s hunted for years.

He’s cunning, he’s wealthy and he’s dangerous. When a mafia assassin is tasked to eliminate another, assuming the role of a Master within the Castle, he’s prepared for just another assignment. That is, until he meets the woman selected to become his submissive. Beautiful and intelligent, she’s also his nemesis, an FBI agent hunting him for years.

What she doesn’t understand is that after this weekend, she will belong to him.

Guarding Grace – Katherine Deane & Kate Richards

How can a blind woman be a witness?

Worse… how can Grace keep from being the murderer’s next victim? Even in the Castle, in the care of a Dom who’s survived one of the world’s most extreme war zones, she’s stalked by the determined and ruthless killer.

Grace and Chris have the beginnings of a hot and passionate relationship… if he can keep her alive.

GOODREADS LINK: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40848776-masters-of-the-castle

PURCHASE LINKS

US: https://amzn.to/2Mcime1
UK: https://amzn.to/2vdbre2
CA: https://amzn.to/2Mb4cKi
AU: https://amzn.to/2OwHQ7D
B&N: http://bit.ly/2n0TrPM
iBooks: https://apple.co/2M9gq5X

CONTRIBUTING AUTHORS

Allysa Hart: https://www.facebook.com/authorallysahart

Rayanna Jamison: https://www.facebook.com/sexysassyspanky

Maren Smith: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Maren-Smith-1774252286204868

Tabitha Black: https://www.facebook.com/BlushingTabitha

BJ Wane: https://www.facebook.com/BJWaneAuthor

Golden Angel: https://www.facebook.com/GoldenAngelAuthor

Raisa Greywood: https://www.facebook.com/RaisaGreywood

Piper Stone: https://www.facebook.com/Piper-Stone-573573166169730

Katherine Deane: https://www.facebook.com/katherinedeaneauthor

Kate Richards: https://www.facebook.com/Kate-Richards-269238439783812

Excerpt/Teaser Share, New Releases

Teaser – Masters of the Castle; Witness Protection Program

Masters of the Castle: Witness Protection Program

Where will you be when the bomb goes off?

Ten of your favorite BDSM authors. Eight brand new stories. One really, really bad man.

When Master Marshall gets an emergency phone call, he can’t believe his ears. His cousin, Grace, has become the only surviving witness to a terrible murder and she is refusing witness protection. Fortunately for her, as far as Marshall is concerned there is no place in the world safer than a medieval castle full of protective Doms.

Unfortunately for them all, the assassin hunting her from the shadows disagrees.

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Coming – August 7

Taming Terri

Allysa Hart and Rayanna Jamison

Partners. Best Friends. Ex-Lovers. K9 unit Terri O’Connel and Nick Carrusso along with their playful pup, Champ, find themselves on a case that challenges all of their skills.

Terri fights Nick every step of the way, but when her behavior compromises their mission, he puts his foot down. Taming her will be no easy feat, but if anyone is going to get the feisty woman under control, it’s the man who loves her the most.

Will their relationship survive or will they walk out of the Castle and away from each other forever?

Embracing Eden

Maren Smith

Intimacy was vulnerability, and vulnerable was something Grimsley would never be.

He was tall; she was tiny. He was neat, tidy, orderly; she was… not. His life was focus without deviation and relentlessly managed by the ticking of his pocket watch; she was chaos, from the curls of her unruly hair to her little bare feet, and if she got distracted and walked into him one more time, by God, he was going to bend her over the first sturdy piece of furniture he saw. For a man who shunned intimacy, getting Eden into his arms was fast becoming all he could think about.

They say opposites attract. When it came to Eden, attract was far too tame a word…

Allysa Hart

I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days. I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.

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Rayanna Jamison

Rayanna is a coffee drinking, wine loving, sushi obsessed, knee sock fanatic who works her passions into every story she writes. She resides in Southern Utah with her husband, 2 kids, mother, grandfather, and 2 dogs.

In her spare time, she enjoys celebrating life with good food, good drinks, and good friends.

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Maren Smith

Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee whore, pain slut, administrator at my local BDSM dungeon, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 120 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.

CONNECT WITH MAREN SMITH

Visit Maren Smith’s blog here: http://badgirlscorner.blog

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Excerpt/Teaser Share, New Releases, Release Day/New Release

New Release – Red, White, and True

Red, White and True by Maren Smith and Katherine Deane

Available Now

Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07F5XVG79/

Blurbs:

Two military sergeants accustomed to being obeyed—both in the field and in the bedroom. Two Daddy Doms with their own ideas on how best to care for the women in their lives. Teaming together to present a book so hot it sizzles, Katherine Deane and Maren Smith combine two novellas for the price of one in Red, White and True.

Cherry On Top by Katherine Deane – Army Sergeant Jacob Pye is still reeling from the fallout of losing two of his squad members. Now, during some mandatory time off to recover, he’s on an undercover mission to protect his best friend’s younger sister. The mission: Go in and assess the situation; protect the sexy, young woman; neutralize the enemy. Most importantly—don’t fall for the gorgeous woman who is strong enough to finally make him feel human again.

Originally published in Blushing Books’ Hero Undercover anthology.

A Little Love by Maren Smith – From the moment he saw her tattoo, Sergeant Nolan Anderson knew Tricia was meant to be his. But they were neighbors and, worse, he was broken. She deserved so much better from the man who became her Dom and yet, now that he’d held her, how could he bring himself ever to let her go…

Originally published in Blushing Books’ Hero to Obey anthology.

Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07F5XVG79/

Teaser:

A Little Love by Maren Smith

“I really appreciate this,” Tricia said, and not for the first time. Looking back through his splayed knees, Nolan could just see her via her reflection in the dressing mirror that hung on the bedroom side of the bathroom door. She sat on the counter, ankles demurely crossed and holding onto the screwdriver and wrenches he hadn’t needed since disassembling the old faucet. It was just an ordinary summer Saturday and she was dressed the part in baggy pink coveralls, cut-off and rolled up just above the knee, white sports bra, and sneakers. On every pocket hem, yellow duckling and white bunny decals alternated with shovels, hoes, watering cans, and buckets of either vegetables or yellow, white and pink flowers. She looked ready for a day of grubbing in flower beds in an outfit that didn’t look entirely out of place and yet which any five-year-old would have loved. He loved it, too. Especially her hair, pulled back in twin ponytails now. A brunette version of Pippi Longstocking’s, all except for the pink stripe in her overlong bangs. That hung free. Parted to one side, it framed her eyes and her right cheek beautifully.

“Not a problem,” Nolan said, heaving himself out from under the sink. Having done all he could until she had a new faucet to replace the old one, he accepted the towel she handed him and wiped his hands. “I’m happy to help.”

And he was. Plumbing in her house was still plumbing, but standing in her bathroom, he found it almost pleasurable… when he wasn’t also wondering why ‘Daddy’ wasn’t here doing it himself. Maybe he was at work, although it didn’t take more than a casual glance around her bathroom to see there was no male influence anywhere in evidence. No razor or shaving cream on the counter by the misbehaving sink. No beard or moustache trimmer, and only one toothbrush—a bright pink one with dinosaurs on the handle—in the cup holder she’d moved to the towel shelf before clandestinely covering it with a washcloth (which he’d pretended not to notice).

“I think the kitchen sink’s still working,” she said, perking slightly. “Would you like a cup of coffee?”

He shook his head. “No, that’s okay. I should probably get back to work before something happens.”

Tricia didn’t exactly un-perk, but her smile quirked a little crooked. “Something… like what?”

Shaking his head, Nolan tried not to think about her tattoos, but they’d pretty much been haunting his thoughts since the day he’d caught that brief glimpse up her skirt. He shook his head again, laughing softly, knowing better than to say anything and yet also knowing when it came down to self-preservation, saying something now might be the only thing that kept them both from doing something they’d regret.

She was going to throw him out of her house, he thought. The minute he said it, she was going to know exactly how he knew what was written on her thighs and she was going to send him home with blistered ears. And yet, even knowing how stupid this was, he still opened his mouth. “Like Daddy coming home and finding me in the middle of your bedroom. Trust me, ‘I’m only here to fix her pipes’ is not an excuse he’s going to accept gracefully.”

Tricia stared at him for almost a full minute in perfect silence, her mouth gradually rounding in an expressive ‘O’ that ran the gamut from surprised to instant understanding to immense embarrassment—all in the blink of her heavily mascaraed eyes.

“Oh,” she said, spots of pink staining high on her cheeks. “Thank you. Um… that’s a very nice way of saying I need to get a longer skirt.”

Nolan ran the towel between his fingers before clearing his throat. “I shouldn’t have looked, I’m sorry.”

“No, no. Um…” She cleared her throat. “Entirely my fault. Okay, well… Um, how about we start by saying you aren’t in my bedroom, you’re in my bathroom. And then we can go from there straight into the fact that you wouldn’t be in either place if I had a Daddy at this point in time.”

“That’s almost worse,” Nolan said, not sure if he ought to feel foolish or relieved.

“How so?”

“Real Daddies don’t leave their marks and then just walk away.”

Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07F5XVG79/

About Maren Smith

Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee whore, pain slut, administrator at my local BDSM dungeon, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 120 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.

CONNECT WITH MAREN SMITH

Visit Maren Smith’s blog here: http://badgirlscorner.blog

Friend me on Facebook here: http://facebook.com/Maren.Smith.10

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About Katherine Deane:

USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart.

She loves cheese, red wine, chocolate, and snuggling up with her daughters’ kittens while reading a good book.

When not reading, or writing, you can find her knitting, sewing, crafting, or doing pretty much anything to keep her hands busy. She has taken over the dining room AKA craft room, much to her husband’s dismay. In one of her books, an energetic “craftaholic” would find herself over her husband’s knee for losing an important document in a pile of bi-cone crystals and mod podge. Her real life, and the people in them, give her plenty of ideas to work with.

Katherine has dubbed herself the queen of cheese. Not only is she a former Midwestern Cheese Head; she also loves to incorporate it into her books.

In her opinion, all romance deserves at least one cheesy scene that makes you cry.

Find her here:

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Excerpt/Teaser Share, New Releases

Teaser – Red, White and True

Red, White and True by Maren Smith and Katherine Deane

Coming June 29

Blurbs:

Two military sergeants accustomed to being obeyed—both in the field and in the bedroom. Two Daddy Doms with their own ideas on how best to care for the women in their lives. Teaming together to present a book so hot it sizzles, Katherine Deane and Maren Smith combine two novellas for the price of one in Red, White and True.

Cherry On Top by Katherine Deane – Army Sergeant Jacob Pye is still reeling from the fallout of losing two of his squad members. Now, during some mandatory time off to recover, he’s on an undercover mission to protect his best friend’s younger sister. The mission: Go in and assess the situation; protect the sexy, young woman; neutralize the enemy. Most importantly—don’t fall for the gorgeous woman who is strong enough to finally make him feel human again.

Originally published in Blushing Books’ Hero Undercover anthology.

A Little Love by Maren Smith – From the moment he saw her tattoo, Sergeant Nolan Anderson knew Tricia was meant to be his. But they were neighbors and, worse, he was broken. She deserved so much better from the man who became her Dom and yet, now that he’d held her, how could he bring himself ever to let her go…

Originally published in Blushing Books’ Hero to Obey anthology.

Excerpt from Cherry on Top:

by Katherine Deane

“Now come on, and I’ll give you a proper tour.”

He followed the woman from his dreams through her apartment. Shit. Dreams were nothing compared to Cherry in real life. Now that they were inside, he could get a better look at her features. Plump, red lips that she nibbled on. It seemed to be a nervous reaction, so he hunched down a bit, trying to make himself a bit less intimidating. At six-foot-five, he was used to using his body to scare people. But the way she kept nibbling on her bottom lip and wiggling her nose while a tinge of pink settled across her cheeks was getting him closer to just saying fuck the mission. He wanted nothing more than to toss her over his shoulder, rip off her clothes, lay her on her bed, and bury himself so deep in her that they would both ache in the morning. Yeah, that wasn’t going to cut it. Not on this mission. Not with this partner.

He hunched a bit more and followed her as she gave him the quick tour of her apartment and the lock-off additional bedroom on the other side of the living room. Her ass wiggled with each step she took, and he cursed his libido, promising himself a very torturous cold shower later. The woman didn’t seem to know it, but she was a walking, talking, joking sex pill. The way her yoga pants sculpted every part of her lower body, her hips, her thighs, her ass. Her Star Wars t-shirt stretched over her amazing breasts. What kind of bra did she wear underneath? She didn’t strike him as the lacy, frilly kind of woman. But the way her nipples peeked out from beneath the charcoal-colored cotton shirt, and their firm, full roundness, also meant she wasn’t wearing the binding type of exercise bras that most of the women in his company wore either.

There were only ten women in his company on base. They were fit, athletic, with toned muscles that most of his buddies all fawned over. But he wasn’t called to the overly fit and active women. He preferred his women with curves. Enough that he could dig his hands into and grip tightly while he pummeled her with his cock. The kind that wouldn’t get hurt if he put some of his weight on her while fucking her hard. The kind of woman that was standing in front of him, with an eyebrow raised as if waiting for an answer. But he didn’t have one, because he hadn’t been listening, instead choosing to undress her in his mind, while mapping out all the different locations in this apartment that he could take her and how. Her room: on her back, spread eagle while he licked her entire body. The shower: held up against the wall with her legs wrapped around his hips while he took her hard and fast. The kitchen: bent over the counter so he could spank her ass and then fuck her from behind. The living room: on the floor on all fours. His room: slow lovemaking, after which he would hold her in his arms while they both slept. He had missed a few rooms. The hall?

Shit, she was still looking at him. What was this woman doing to him? He’d never felt this attracted to a woman before, and it was killing him. His best friend would literally have his head. And his cock was in so much agony, he needed to get out of here ASAP.

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. What’d I miss?”

She grinned. “Right after I asked if you wanted something to drink, you mentioned us missing the hall. What’d we miss in the hall?”

Damn. “Nothing. A beer sounds great if you have it.”

About Maren Smith

Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee whore, pain slut, administrator at my local BDSM dungeon, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 120 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.

CONNECT WITH MAREN SMITH

Visit Maren Smith’s blog here: http://badgirlscorner.blog

Friend me on Facebook here: http://facebook.com/Maren.Smith.10

Follow me on Twitter: @authmarensmith

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About Katherine Deane:

USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart.

She loves cheese, red wine, chocolate, and snuggling up with her daughters’ kittens while reading a good book.

When not reading, or writing, you can find her knitting, sewing, crafting, or doing pretty much anything to keep her hands busy. She has taken over the dining room AKA craft room, much to her husband’s dismay. In one of her books, an energetic “craftaholic” would find herself over her husband’s knee for losing an important document in a pile of bi-cone crystals and mod podge. Her real life, and the people in them, give her plenty of ideas to work with.

Katherine has dubbed herself the queen of cheese. Not only is she a former Midwestern Cheese Head; she also loves to incorporate it into her books.

In her opinion, all romance deserves at least one cheesy scene that makes you cry.

Find her here:

https://katherinedeane.wordpress.comTwitter
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Cover Reveal, New Releases

Cover Reveal – Red, White, and True

COVER REVEAL

Red, White and True by Maren Smith and Katherine Deane

Coming June 29

Two military sergeants accustomed to being obeyed—both in the field and in the bedroom. Two Daddy Doms with their own ideas on how best to care for the women in their lives. Teaming together to present a book so hot it sizzles, Katherine Deane and Maren Smith combine two novellas for the price of one in Red, White and True.

Cherry On Top by Katherine Deane – Army Sergeant Jacob Pye is still reeling from the fallout of losing two of his squad members. Now, during some mandatory time off to recover, he’s on an undercover mission to protect his best friend’s younger sister. The mission: Go in and assess the situation; protect the sexy, young woman; neutralize the enemy. Most importantly—don’t fall for the gorgeous woman who is strong enough to finally make him feel human again.

Originally published in Blushing Books’ Hero Undercover anthology.

A Little Love by Maren Smith – From the moment he saw her tattoo, Sergeant Nolan Anderson knew Tricia was meant to be his. But they were neighbors and, worse, he was broken. She deserved so much better from the man who became her Dom and yet, now that he’d held her, how could he bring himself ever to let her go…

Originally published in Blushing Books’ Hero to Obey anthology.

About Maren Smith

Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee whore, pain slut, administrator at my local BDSM dungeon, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 120 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.

CONNECT WITH MAREN SMITH

Visit Maren Smith’s blog here: http://badgirlscorner.blog Friend me on Facebook here: http://facebook.com/Maren.Smith.10

Follow me on Twitter: @authmarensmith

Friend me on Instagram: maren_smith

Follow on Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/maren-smith

Visit me on Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/authormarensmith

About Katherine Deane:

USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart.

She loves cheese, red wine, chocolate, and snuggling up with her daughters’ kittens while reading a good book.

Katherine has dubbed herself the queen of cheese. Not only is she a former Midwestern Cheese Head; she also loves to incorporate it into her books.

In her opinion, all romance deserves at least one cheesy scene that makes you cry.

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New Releases

New Release – Mischief under the Mistletoe Anthology

Mischief under the Mistletoe Anthology

Mischief Under the Mistletoe brings together fourteen fierce festive stories in one AMAZING anthology extravaganza, fresh from international and number one bestselling authors alongside hot new talent!

Featured authors:

Maren Smith, Amelia Smarts, Allysa Hart, Delia Grace, Shelly Douglas, Gracie Malling, Joelle Casteel, Brandy Golden, Kelly Dawson, Sheri Lynn, Jaye Elise, Kathryn R. Blake, Molly Alvarado and Katie Douglas

Landing page: https://rbrookspa.wixsite.com/onthenaughtylist

Amazon and KU: https://www.amazon.com/Mischief-Under-Mistletoe-Fourteen-Novellas-ebook/dp/B078BPBG49/

Editor’s Note: These delightfully naughty Christmas spanking stories feature scorching romance and BDSM. Some involve age play, all involve spanking. There’s also a bit of LGBT+, some magic, and a drunken incident with a photocopier. If this isn’t your scene, it might be better to find a nice book about knitting lamp shades, instead.

Individual Blurbs:

Maren Smith, The Doll-Maker

In an isolated cottage on the shores of a remote Scottish loch, Calder makes his living sculpting dolls for the tourist trade. They’re lovely, life-like, and they help to fill the void left by his broken heart. For seven long years, he’s been alone. But with the help of a little Fae magic, and a doll more “life-like” than usual, all of that is about to change…

Amelia Smarts, Abby’s Wish

Abby resorts to bratty behavior instead of being upfront with her Daddy Dom about what she wants, so Clay must discipline her. But when Abby finally works up the courage to explain her wish, will he be receptive?

Delia Grace, The Chalet

Could one weekend fulfill lifelong dreams possibly changing three lives forever? Come join Addi on a fantastical weekend in the Alps! This story contains innocent age-play and some “heart”-warming over the knee spanks.

Jaye Elise, The Kink of the Magi

In a naughty retelling of O. Henry’s holiday classic, a blue-collar Rust Belt couple, Kurt and Annie Cooper, discover the true meaning of the season. But when they find the perfect erotic gifts for one another—gifts far beyond their means—will they lose sight of the bond that brought them together in the first place?

Shelly Douglas, Christmas With a Little Twist
Sammie and Jessie Woods are twenty-eight-year-old twins from New York City who moved across the country to marry Trent and Pete Reynolds, the handsome, rugged owners of the XR Dude Ranch in Tucson, Arizona, and the couples can’t wait to spend the upcoming holidays together. But when a visitor makes an unexpected call to their ranch on Christmas Day, everyone’s outlook on life is changed forever.

Gracie Malling, All Work and No Play

It’s hard to focus at work when your boss also happens to be your Dom, and Mia is finding it increasingly difficult to balance her work life with her kink life. Christmas, however, is an excellent distraction, and Mia is determined that their first ever office Christmas party will be one to remember. And it will… just for all the wrong reasons!

Molly Alvarado, Her Christmas Daddy

Life just wasn’t the same for Jenny after losing her Dom. Any sense of holiday spirit she may have had fizzled away with his loss. When her local mall posts a job listing for an elf to assist Santa, it may be just what she needs. Will Jenny find her Daddy Dom during the most magical time of the year or is she doomed to hate Christmas forever?

Joelle Casteel, Santa Dom

When Michael organizes a fabulous festive five-way with their friends, he wants to make his and Jason’s anniversary extra special. But will Jason like Michael’s plan?

Brandy Golden, Marlie’s Christmas Keeper

Christmas only brings haunting sadness for Marlie Grayson until her new boarder moves in upstairs. Max Quenton is a very protective, dominant male determined to help Marlie heal her broken heart and restore the magic of Christmas with love.

Kelly Dawson, A Naughty Little Christmas

Bianca has hated Christmas ever since her beloved sister died. It holds too many memories, and each memory brings with it a new wave of pain. So when Clay agrees to be Santa if she will be the naughty elf, she agrees, happy for the distraction. But just how naughty can Santa’s elf be before she ends up over Santa’s knee?

Sheri Lynn, Rebecca the Red-Bottomed Reindeer

No one was supposed to find out Rebecca is stripping for extra Christmas cash, especially her older brother’s best friend she crushed on hard for years.  When Jake discovers her secret, he takes matters into his own hands, literally.  She receives a trip over his knees and an offer she won’t refuse.

Allysa Hart, Santa’s “Little” Helpers

Christmas at Rawhide Ranch is an exciting and elaborate affair with presents, celebrations and of course, Santa. Master Derek asks his best friend, Jared, to fulfill the role and he hesitantly agrees, but no one can predict how this one Christmas will impact the ranch for years to come.

Kathryn R. Blake, A Naughty New Year

Kelly Evans is nearly six months pregnant when her Dom husband, Jim, suggests they invite their closest friends over for a private New Year’s Eve party. Just a friendly get together, nothing kinky, and no champagne for either of the girls, since Kelly’s friend, Tiffany, was already a month along further than she. Given it’s New Year’s Eve, Kelly feels Jim’s no-champagne edict isn’t fair, but Jim warns her if she goes against his wishes, she will be punished. Though Kelly understands Jim’s reasoning, she still feels he’s being over-protective, and as much as she loves him, a sip of champagne never hurt anyone. That is until now.

Katie Douglas, His Christmas Baby

For Chloe, Christmas has always been a time of trauma and sorrow. When her Dom transforms her into his little girl for the 12 days before Christmas, beginning as a baby and getting a year older each day, can he help her overcome the ghost of Christmas past?

Excerpts/Bios/Social Media

Maren Smith, The Doll-Maker

Excerpt:
I like Christmas music.

“I like it too,” Calder said, alternately smoothing and shaving and smoothing again as he carved delicate collarbones beneath her slender neck and rounded her shoulders. He gave her breasts definition, something he hadn’t bothered to do on any of his previous dolls. Because they were dolls, and in his mind the only thing worse than the kind of pervert who’d pull his artwork off the mantel to check how anatomically correct it might be beneath its clothing, was the pervert who made it anatomically correct in the first place.

You’re going to sell me? An imagination was a terrible thing, especially when it made poor Ailsa’s voice in his head crack with worry.

“Never,” he assured her. “You’re for me and me alone.”

The icing on the crazy cake. He really was playing with dolls; his mom would be so… well, all right. She’d be horrified, but also Johnny-on-the-spot with an I-told-you-so.

Ailsa giggled. I don’t mind if you play with me.

To be thinking of playing at all while he was adding little button tips to the crown of each breast. He tsked. “Don’t distract me.”

Play with me, she both pouted and smiled.

“Don’t go tempting fire,” he warned with a smile. “You have no idea what my kind of play entails.”

It had been seven years, but he still had a few of his old toys packed away in the bedroom rafters. A lovely cherry-wood paddle, eighteen inches long and much too big and wieldy for Ailsa’s tender little bottom. An old oak hairbrush, pale with dirty bristles, but which could still pack a sting that would make her dance and howl across his knee.

Play with me, she sighed.

“Interrupt me work again,” he told her, injecting his low southern drawl with as much Scots as he could muster, “and I’ll be taken ye to the woodshed for a good and proper skelping. Me Grand-da’s strop still hangs out there. It’ll dance ye a merry jig, and one ye’ll naw be likin’. Ye ken me noo?”

She answered his threat with a giggling squeal, but her voice in his head fell silent. At least until he carved out her ribs. It tickles!

“I’ll give you a tickle,” he warned, but he was smiling as he did it. He smoothed and carved, shaped and defined, and smiled as she laughed helplessly while her torso lost its unrealistic Barbie doll shape and took on the form of a woman. A real woman, with a real waist that he had no desire to over exaggerate, and real hips that curved the way a woman’s hips were supposed to. He turned her over in his hand, careful of her arms while he went to work upon her back.

I like this, she whispered as he alternated between tools, shaping and smudging, shaving away the excess as he cut in shoulder blades. He gave her muscle definition and a spine that led from the base of her neck all the way down to the top of the buttocks he began to form. It’s like a massage.

He said nothing, but he couldn’t stop thinking of how it would feel to run his bare hand down the length of her bare back. Caressing her skin to skin, with nothing to stand as a barrier between them.

I like this, she moaned, the way a real woman would if ever he got one again beneath his hands. Her back to his chest, his hands rubbing her shoulders, caressing from hair to hips and back again, encouraging her with every pass to bend herself over. Head down, ass up.

Arch your hips, baby, he would tell her. He could already see Ailsa looking back at him over her shoulder, not so much an innocent now as she was seductive. He could see her shifting her legs wider to offer for his approval all the parts of her that he hadn’t yet sculpted. He gave her hips a little more rounding, to make of them a proper handful. Something to grip and hold as he positioned himself behind her. He gave her a nice ass too, something capable of taking a good pounding and the occasional erotic smack.

Her moans turned breathy, and the rise and fall of her perfect breasts quickened. Please…

He rolled out her lower limbs, making them slender legs, the kind he couldn’t wait to spread, to scrape his fingernails up to see if she would arch and writhe, and to hear the subtle shift in her gasps as he reached between them to cup and hold, and own the folds growing moist against his palm.

“Who owns this?” he’d demand of her, barely aware that he was saying it out loud now.

You do, Ailsa sighed.

Author Bio: Maren Smith

“For me, romance and kink have always gone hand in hand. I love strong, authoritative men—men who are both ready, willing and able to leave the lady of their choosing red–bottomed and weeping for her own good. Writing has given me the wonderful freedom to explore my kinky side without feeling ‘weird’. Even better, with the invention of the Internet, I can write what I love and know it will be appreciated by people with the same interests. Although I’ve been writing spanking romances for more than twenty years, it’s only been in the last five that I’ve truly broken out of my self-imposed shell to explore the other aspects of my submissive nature. Fortunate enough to live with my Dominant, I am an author, a Little and a submissive for the love of my life. Between that and my membership at my local Dungeons, there are very few things that I write about that I haven’t tried at least once.”

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Amelia Smarts, Abby’s Wish

Excerpt

“You disobeyed me. What happens when you disobey?”

Abby twisted the fabric of her pink mid-thigh-length nightie in her hands. “Well, usually I get spanked.” She peeked up at him through her lashes. “But maybe this time Daddy will go easy on me since it’s Christmastime and because I’m really, really sorry.”

He scoffed. “You don’t look sorry. You look like a brat trying to get out of punishment.”

She giggled again. It was true, she wasn’t all that sorry. In fact, she was more turned on than anything else. Clay looked so hot, standing there all serious with a chiding expression on his face. She saw a smile pulling at the edges of his lips. It disappeared quickly, but it was reassuring nonetheless. He was nowhere near angry with her.

Abby circled her arms around his neck, jumped up, and wrapped her legs around his torso. He let out an oomph and caught her. His hands gripped her bottom cheeks hard, his fingers digging into her panty-clad cheeks.

“I love climbing on you, Daddy. You’re like a big, strong mountain.”

He gave her ass a smack. “I see what you’re doing. Don’t think being cute is going to get you out of a punishment.” He walked with purpose toward the stairs and climbed up to their room, with Abby clinging to him like a child being taken to bed.

“I wasn’t trying to be cute,” she protested. “It comes naturally.” She giggled.

He shook his head. “Not gonna work.” He leaned forward over the bed and peeled her off of him. She dropped on her back against the mattress and bounced once, only to be flipped over mid-bounce and planted on her stomach.

Clay sat on the bed next to her and lifted her nightgown. The cool air wafted over her bottom. The thin panties provided no coverage whatsoever from the nip in the air. They wouldn’t provide much coverage in a spanking either. Still, Clay didn’t allow panties during a bottom-warming, so it didn’t surprise her when he tugged them all the way down to her knees.

Author Bio: Amelia Smarts is a #1 Amazon bestselling author who was named Best New Spanking Romance Author in the 2016 Spanking Romance Reviews Reader’s Poll. She writes kinky romance novels containing domestic discipline, spanking, and Dominance/submission. Usually her stories involve a cowboy, and they always involve a man’s firm hand connecting with a woman’s naughty backside. She believes it’s important to tell a good story in addition to portraying hot sex and discipline scenes. For each book, she endeavors to write complex, flawed heroes and heroines who struggle, but eventually succeed, in their journey to love and happiness. A longtime lover of the written word, Amelia holds graduate and undergraduate degrees in creative writing and English. She loves to read, which allows her writing to be influenced by many different genres in addition to romance, including mystery, adventure, history, and suspense.

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Delia Grace, The Chalet

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“Mrs. Flores cleared her throat regaining her dominant presence. “But, that’s not really the topic at hand right now, is it, little girl?”

I bit my lip. “I didn’t ask to be part of any of this conversation. I was just trying to figure out the best way to carry out your wishes and this was all thrust on me.”

“Oh really? Everything is strewn about the room and you were in bed cuddling Mr. Snow because you were trying to carry out our wishes for decorating and setting up?

I blushed unsure how to worm my way out.

“If you’d asked, even if Phoebe was still coming, we’d have been happy to let you give Mr. Snow a snuggle, but you didn’t ask. And, neglected your duties as chalet matron and then lied to cover it up, didn’t you?”

I was mortified to feel tears filling my eyes. “I… I… I’m so sorry, Mrs. Flores.”

“Do you know what I’d do with you if you were ours?”

My eyes widened. “Mmm-mmm. Umm, I mean no ma’am. I d-don’t know what you’d do. W-with me that is.”

She stared at me, her icy blue eyes piercing my soul. “How about I show you? Stand up.” She stood from the couch and held her hands out to help me up. I obeyed quickly. I didn’t want to disappoint her anymore than I already had.

She took a seat on the chair I’d been in and without a word pulled me over her lap, face down, bottom up. “

Author Bio: Delia Grace is a mid-thirties self-proclaimed “spanko-holic”. She has inhaled books since she read her first Boxcar Children book at six years old, although her topics of interest have matured slightly since then. She lives with her husband, sister, and two daughters just outside of New York City.

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Jaye Elise, The Kink of the Magi

Excerpt:

“I think my girl deserves something extra special tonight,” he stroked her upturned ass, kneading her taut flesh as she squirmed across his lap and dug into his erection. “Something to remind her how much Daddy appreciates her. Something that lets her know how precious she is.”

Peeling her pink cotton panties down her plump thighs, Kurt reveled in the sight of her gorgeous ass laid bare just for him. It had only gotten more beautiful with time—creamy, round, and inviting—and he was convinced that 14 years of wedded bliss and nightly spankings were responsible for the stunning sight before him.

“Please, Daddy,” she whimpered, and he watched as his slow build-up and seductive promises took hold of her body and infused her barely visible sex with glistening wetness. “Please give me my spanking.”

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered one last time before bringing his hand down across the join of her ass and thighs. He hadn’t clipped her too hard, just firm enough to let her know they were starting, yet the gasp and subsequent moan he drew from her lips told him everything he needed to know. It was going to be a wonderful evening.

Author Bio: Originally from the Midwest, Jaye Elise currently lives in the Pacific Northwest with her wonderful husband. When told she should find a hobby to help pass the time during the long, gloomy winters, she went straight to her computer and started penning naughty romance novels. And she hasn’t looked back since. Jaye loves hearing from her readers and hopes you enjoy her books as much as she enjoys writing them.

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Shelly Douglas, Christmas With a Little Twist

Excerpt:

“Are you not happy with the type of attention I’m providing?”

She rubbed her moist eyes with the back of her hand. “I probably just drank too much wine tonight.”

“I’m sure that’s a possibility, but just to make sure, I think you need a good hard spankin’ to remind you how to behave.”

Sliding off his lap, Sammie attempted a last-minute escape, but he turned her around and administered three hard smacks to her panty-covered behind. “By the end of the night, sweet girl, you will have more love and attention from your daddy than you ever thought possible.”

“This isn’t necessary. I’ve learned my lesson,” she said quietly. “I’m not trying to upset Jessie …”

“I know you’re not being nasty. You don’t have a mean bone in your body. I just think long overdue desires are taking over your mind. Now, get yourself over my knee, so we can do this and be done. It’s been a long day, and we’re both tired.”

She stalled at first, but finally and reluctantly bent herself over his lap. “Can’t we just go to sleep and talk about this in the morning?”

After hooking his thumbs under the lace waistband of her cotton panties, he slid them down her thighs and placed his large hand on her warm, bare bottom.

Craning her neck, she gave him her best puppy dog stare, but his grip on her waist to keep her in position was steadfast.

“And by the way, this is necessary right now, because I say it is. Now, tell me why I need to discipline you, young lady.”  

“B-Because I acted out in front of Trent and Jessie?” she sputtered in a small cracked voice.

Instantly, Pete delivered a brisk slap to her rear end as he continued their conversation in a casual tone. “And …”

“I poured a third glass of wine tonight when you’ve told me about a million times that two is enough?”

Another sharp smack to her poor ass landed again. “Keep going …”

“Oh God! I’ve been warned about being disrespectful before, but I baited you anyway,” she whimpered as her eyes leaked tears of true remorse. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Though she apologized profusely, his flat, calloused palm showed no mercy as he smacked her poor reddened behind.

“The next time you disobey me, you’ll be feeling the lick of my belt on your bare bottom instead of my hand. Is that what you want, young lady? For Daddy to give you a good lickin’ with his belt?” Except for several warnings to stay in position, Pete’s firm hand disciplined every inch of Sammie’s backside, and then he made sure to swat the tender skin underneath each burning mound twice to teach her an important lesson.

“Please stop! I promise to be a good girl!”

His square jaw was clenched tight, and her face was drenched with tears as she slumped over his knee in exhaustion. But when he gently moved her off his lap, Pete looked down and grinned at a rather large wet stain on his khaki pants that happened to be puddled right next to the hard bar pulsing underneath the soft fabric.

His groan was audible as he studied his wife’s hungry eyes that seemed to be pleading for a happy ending. And he wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless at that moment.

Jesus Christ.

Her submissive pose was delicious with panties draped around her knees as she clamped her thighs together in an obvious attempt to keep the copious moisture from sliding down her legs. But he knew that his point still needed to be made.

“In the corner,” he directed, pointing to the other side of the room trying to ignore the aching need pressing against his zipper.


Author Bio: Born, raised, and still residing in Western Pennsylvania, Shelly Douglas creates fiction that is a combination of her actual experiences and a fantasy world which she’s been immersing herself in since she was a young girl. Her books usually involve authentic personalities engaged in a struggle with who they really are on the inside, and she makes sure that her heroes and heroines always find a happy-ever-after at the end of their long journey.

Having made it to the Top 100 in Amazon many times – she’s not a stranger to that “frequent flyer club”, but more important than public accolades, she hopes you enjoy reading her stories as much as she’s enjoyed writing them.

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Gracie Malling, All Work and No Play

Excerpt:

“Not so fast, little girl!”

        I freeze, five stairs up, and then look back over my shoulder to see Will standing in the hallway glaring up at me.

        “What’s wrong?” I ask, trying my best to look innocent.

        “Back down here. Now.” He takes off his thick winter coat and hangs it up behind the door, never breaking eye contact.

        My belly clenches up in that gorgeous way that is both scary and hot as hell, and I tighten my grip on the bannister rail. “Why?”

        “Mia Elizabeth Clarke, you are already in enough trouble as it is.” He raises his voice ever so slightly. “Here. Now.”

        “But… but I already had corner time.”

        Will grabs hold of the bannister rail and starts up the stairs after me.

        I squeak and take the rest of the stairs at a run before sprinting along the landing, throwing open our bedroom door and flinging myself inside. This is a ridiculous plan, however, and I realise this moments later when Will strolls in, calm as you like, shuts the door firmly behind him and then stands there, arms crossed, expression hard and mouth set in a disapproving line.

        I retreat until the backs of my thighs hit the bed, and then I sit down on the edge of it with a defeated whimper. “I’m sorry…”

        He raises an eyebrow and takes a deliberate step towards me. “Sorry for what, young lady? For being a brat at work, for running off just now or for both?”

        I hug my arms, press my cheek into my shoulder and mumble something incoherent.

        “What was that?” His voice has that sharp edge to it that tells me I am in big trouble, but for some reason lovely submissive Mia seems to have disappeared since our little post-meeting chat and my brat persona has well and truly taken over.

        “I said I don’t know,” I grumble, staring down at the carpet and still hugging my arms with my face averted.

        “Stand up.”

        I shake my head, squidging my cheek deeper into my shoulder, and stay put.

        “Right.” In my peripheral vision, I see Will take two quick steps forwards and then he grabs hold of my hair and yanks me to my feet.

        Before I have the chance to do anything more than shriek and wriggle, he sits down hard on the edge of the bed and drags me over his lap.

        “You want to act like a brat, Mia?” he demands, his voice harsh, as he pulls up my sensible work skirt and hooks his fingers around the waistband of my knickers. “Well then, I’m going to treat you like a brat.”

Author Bio: Gracie Malling lives in the UK and has been writing BDSM erotica since she was 21. All round nice person on the outside and a bit of a bad girl in the right company, Gracie loves reading and writing stories about spanking: her favourite kink.”

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Molly Alvarado, Her Christmas Daddy

Excerpt:

His knee tucked between her thighs rubbed slightly at her crotch and Jenny reflexively thrust against it, blindly following the sensations racing through her. She fisted her hand in his hair, licking at his lips before foraying back into his mouth. Her muted cry of pleasure was matched by the deep rumblings in his chest. It was the best kiss of all her life, so good she feared she would expire from the pleasure.

His hands fumbled at her breasts, and it wasn’t until he closed his thumb and forefinger around her naked nipple that she realized he had taken off her bra. Then she felt her breath catch as he rolled the nipple in his fingers, his tongue still in her mouth. He lifted his head and looked down at her, even as his hand worked at her nipple.

“Oh God,” she cried, seeing him. And yet not seeing him, pleasure clouding her senses because there was no way a sensible Jenny would ever think of calling Jason the most beautiful man in the word. “I want, I want…” she tried to say, then fell back to the couch as another wave of pleasure swamped her.

“Tell me, baby,” he implored, still toying with the hard buds of her nipples, his fingers scattering every single cognitive thought pattern she had. “Tell me what you want.”

Author Bio: Her name is Molly! She’s a 22 year old who adores animals of all kinds! She has a four-legged female brown and black doxen named Nikki and a six-month-old male bearded dragon named Pixels.  She loves video games and sci-fi movies. Lord of the Rings and The Matrix series are a couple of her favorites. She loves to write sexy stories that will make you blush and want some alone time with your favorite toy.

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Joelle Casteel, Santa Dom

Excerpt:

The overhead fan kept the air circulating even if it was still a little hotter in this room than the rest of their house. Jason had kicked the blankets off him, making a pile on the floor.

Kneeling on the blankets, Michael snatched his shirt off before leaning forward to suck Jason’s big toe into his mouth. He began to rub the foot as he lavished oral attention to each perfect toe. He lifted his gaze to Jason’s relaxed face to watch for signs of waking.

With a grunt and a moan, Jason yanked his foot from Michael. He rolled from his side onto his back. His fingers moved over the tubes as if to loosen the neck piece.

Michael brushed his fingers over Jason’s lower stomach, his fingers just settling into the extra flesh collected there. Love you forever, Sir. His attention pulled to Jason’s hard cock. He reached behind him to rub Jason’s legs as he leaned in to kiss the head, his tongue moving around the corona of his Sir’s perfect pleasure.

“Yes, boy,” Jason mumbled.

His tongue and mouth sliding down the shaft, Michael worshiped. His eyes slid closed when Jason grasped his head in both hands and took over. He hummed in appreciation at being of use, at giving Jason this sensation. His hands fell to the bed to prop up his chest.

“That’s my boy,” Jason growled.

Michael relaxed into a weightless state. He cupped his tongue against the shaft since Jason was moving him too fast for anything else.


Author Bio: Joelle Casteel is a writer who lives and writes outside the mainstream. A lifestyle submissive, she lives with her Master, adult daughter, and a brat cat named Donut, who looks away when she uses ASL to sign “Bitch Cat.” With the exception of her Master, her world is peopled by those who experience their gender and sexual attractions differently than the mainstream. Disability means she often finishes novels slower than others so you need to check back on her website to see what she’s doing now; being Autistic, she does best with the written word to keep touch with others.

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Brandy Golden, Marlie’s Christmas Keeper

Excerpt

His eyes twinkled with sudden mischief. “I suppose you can always whisper in your elf’s ear to have Santa bring me another place to rent that’s out of your hair,” he teased.

Marlie hated her gut clenching reaction to his smile. She didn’t want to be affected, didn’t want to like the man, didn’t want him here at all. He was going to interrupt her peace of mind, she just knew it. “I wouldn’t ask that rat bastard for anything,” she spat through clenched teeth. “And especially not through some dumb nameless doll.” She slapped the elf over and it fell on its back, its arms and legs sprawled out, but the stupid grin remained intact.

The air instantly changed and Max’s smile vanished. His long arms folded together on the table as he leaned towards her, his demeanor threatening. “It sounds to me like you need to be on Santa’s naughty list with that kind of language. And a good old fashioned over the knee spanking for the consequences.”

His pronouncement caught Marlie completely off guard and the queer sensation that shot through her entire body left her stunned. For the moment she was speechless as she processed the feelings rushing through her and tried to coalesce them all into something simple.

“And I better never hear you talk like that in front of my daughter or disillusion her about Christmas. If you do, I’ll be Santa’s helper and put you over my knee.” He picked up the doll she had slapped down and sat him upright, his eyes hard and gleaming. “And I’m not a doll you can slap down.”

Author Bio; As for me, I love books of all genres, but nothing better than a good romance story. There is no limit to the imagination. The mind can travel anywhere and a well written book is the transportation to exciting places where anything you can dream can happen. Alpha, take charge, protective heroes are always my favorite men and I love writing about them. If the feisty heroine gets herself in trouble and gets a well-deserved spanking, that’s just the icing on the cake.

I have lived in the midwest most of my life but have ventured into at least half of the fifty states and found plenty of inspiration for my books. I love history and do a lot of research when planning a book so I can be as realistic as possible in my time periods and settings. I want my readers to have a great experience and feel like they are in the setting as they follow the storyline.

I have a great family which includes five wonderful children and a patient husband. I’ve been writing for several years now and I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I love creating them for you.

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Katie Douglas, His Christmas Baby

Excerpt:
“C’mon, little bunny, let’s go home and have some Christmas dinner.”

“Can’t we play out a little longer? Please?” Chloe begged.

“All right. But no more hide and seek.”

“That’s fine. TAG! You’re it!” She tapped his arm, shrieked with laughter, and tried to run away, but Bradley caught up with her easily.

“Tag,” he said, then swatted her bottom. She giggled and went after him. Every time she tagged him, he caught up with her and spanked her ass. It was the most fun she’d ever had playing tag. Tired out from all the running, she wasn’t surprised when he barreled into her and she landed face down on the soft ground.

He straddled her body, and swatted her bottom, hard. The sting went straight to her clit, awakening her body and making her nipples harden.

“Tag,” he murmured. “You’re it.”

She wiggled her bottom slightly, touching against his semi-hard cock, and replied, “Tag, you’re it.”

He landed another fiery spank on her ass and her clit throbbed as it tingled with desire.

“Tag,” he said in a dominant, primal growl. She giggled as her pussy clenched.

She flexed one of her arms and managed to touch his foot.

He swatted her ass again, making her moan with need as her core was flooded with glowing sensations and her clit beat in time with her pulse. She tried to raise one of her legs to tag him, but she couldn’t quite reach.

“Do you give up, little girl?” he asked sweetly. She nodded, rubbing her hair in the fallen leaves leftover from autumn. He swatted her bottom again then got off her. He scooped her up in his strong arms, repositioning her so she was cradled by him, and she rested her arms around his strong shoulders.

“I need to take you home and show you what happens to little girls who like to play tag with Daddy’s cock,” he whispered, and she shuddered in anticipation as he carried her the short distance to their home. Never had she felt so protected, so loved, and so turned on, all at the same time. She loved her daddy so much.

 

Author Bio: Katie Douglas is a number one bestselling author of romance and erotica. Katie is an incorrigible romantic and her books reflect that. Especially the incorrigible part. In her spare time she likes to run headfirst into impossible projects, especially if those projects involve travel and good food. Her other love is shoe shopping. She is currently masquerading as a librarian by day. Although, given that she lives in China, her day is probably night time where you are. So maybe she’s moonlighting as a librarian.

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Kelly Dawson, A Naughty Little Christmas

Excerpt:

“My, my!” he exclaimed at a whisper, one eyebrow raised. “You are very wet, princess. What are we going to do with you, little girl?”
She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out as he slid one finger under the fabric covering her most intimate parts, and traced his finger upwards, to flick at her clit. She closed her eyes and fought against the moan building at the base of her throat. Damn. What was he doing to her? Here, in public?
His finger delved inside her, deeper, up to the knuckle, while the rest of his hand stayed on the outside of her underwear, pushing aside the fabric now drenched with her juices, and slowly turned his wrist. She was going to explode. She could feel it … lightning sparked within her, sending bolts of electricity to her core, his thumb against her clit now, teasing gently, his strong fingers tormenting her, driving her wild with desire.
She felt him grasp the gusset of her underwear in his fist and tug; the elastic tightened around her hips, digging into her.
“Lift your butt.” The order was whispered, but it was definitely an order. One she dared not disobey.
As discreetly as she could, she leaned backwards in the chair, lifting her hips up, her calf muscles screaming at her, being so tested after spending so long in high heels, and she felt Clay’s hand against her thigh as he tugged her knickers roughly down by the crotch. Her knickers at mid-thigh now, she lowered herself gently back into her chair, gasping at the sensation of the roughish dress material against her bare bottom. So scandalous! So naughty! Clay winked; she felt her face flush. She froze as he drew her knickers slowly down her legs, his eyes never once leaving hers.
“Lift your left foot.” Again, that whispered command, but a command so full of authority that she dared not disobey.
Still holding her gaze, fire burning brightly in his eyes, Clay leaned down low across the table, his fingers tugging the fabric of her underwear down her legs, over her ankle, then slipped it off over her raised foot. It caught on the heel of her shoe; a brief frown flitted across his face before she felt his fumbling fingers unhook the garment and clench it tightly in his fist again.

 

Author Bio: Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book – preferably one containing spanking!

A life-long closet-spanko, Kelly started writing spanking stories on every spare scrap of paper in the house as a child. So when she discovered the internet and spanking romance along with it, she was most excited. But it took her a good decade of devouring these stories before she got up the courage to submit her own. And now, here she is, 8 books later, with a plethora of ideas still to write!

She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat.

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Sheri Lynn, Rebecca the Red-Bottomed Reindeer

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Losing her balance, her knee slammed into the stage and her torso followed.  Planting her palms in front of her, she lifted her shoulders and breasts realizing she landed right smack in front of a customer.  The lights played havoc with her vision.  Not that it surprised her to have a man ogling her breasts, but she felt the intensity in his stare.  Raising her eyes, she glimpsed a furor in his eyes before he became enveloped in darkness again.  Looking down she noticed her necklace she never took off rotated from behind her neck and under her hair.  Her brother gave it to her and this man focused on it.

She figured it cost a fair amount, Australian Opals, a unique, lovely piece, but not something anyone might take note of the way this man fixated on it.  It meant more to her because it came from her brother.  He bought it years before he met his wife, April.  Back when he and his hot best friend, Jake took impromptu road trips.  This he picked up in Santa Fe.  Before she had time to react to her revelation, fingers clamped down over her upper arms.  He dragged her off the stage.  Kicking her legs, her feet, she searched for anything to halt this onslaught.  He had a tight grip on her which gave him the ability to keep her upper body from crashing with the table he vacated.  Her lower half didn’t fare as well.  Her left knee plopped on the table causing the table to rock and flip to its side.  This rotated her body smashing her to the floor on her right thigh.

It didn’t end there.  Their eyes met for a second.  Long enough for her to understand this wasn’t over.  Bending toward her, his left arm encircled her waist hauling her up from the dirty concrete floor.  Her feet dangled in front of him, her doe-tailed butt in the air.  Even with the music blaring, it didn’t mute the crack of the first thwack against her bare flesh.  She yelped unable to fathom he spanked her, a hard spanking, and in public.  He got a few more strikes in before the bouncers arrived. 

Finding herself on her hands and knees, she looked up in time to see him receive a punch in the jaw.  “No!  Don’t hurt him!” she screamed as they forced him out of the building.  By the time she found the ability to stand, she ran out to find him, but didn’t see him anywhere.  Her knees shook and she found it difficult to breathe.  Leaning forward she rested her hands on her upper thighs.  Jake.  When was the last time she saw him before him tonight?  When she was in high school and he came over to the house for Thanksgiving?  Would he tell her brother that he saw her here?  She never expected anyone to find out.  With Jose’s Jewels being an hour and half from her hometown, she thought she could keep it a secret.

Author Bio: I grew up an Army brat, so my childhood involved moving every three years. However, truly a southern gal, I currently reside in Alabama with my husband, two Chihuahuas, two Golden Retrievers, a mean cat, turtle, and a teenage daughter. I have two sons, who live on their own, and a stepson and stepdaughter.

Romance novels have always been my first reading choice. I’m a hopeless romantic, and that trait materializes in every aspect of my life. “Wearing your heart on your sleeve” has been a common phrase repeatedly heard throughout my life. Writing romance and happily ever afters comes naturally.

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Allysa Hart, Santa’s “Little” Helpers

Excerpt:

All the lines of the deposition before me bled together as I stared at my notes. It was the same thing every day with a new client and a new case. The mundane pattern made work difficult, and I had long lost the fire and passion I used to feel for my cases. My clients did not deserve a half hearted attorney, something had to give.

I decided to pack up for the day just as the phone at my desk rang. I looked skeptically at the caller id, wondering if I should let it go to voicemail, but when I saw Derek’s number I couldn’t help but grin. The man had impeccable timing.

“Stark,” I answered out of habit. The sultry voice on the other side of the phone shook.

“H-Hello Mr. Stark. This is Erika Lane. I’m calling on behalf of Master Derek. Would you mind if I put you on hold while I transfer you?”

“Hello, Erika. How are you, little squirrel?”

“Me?” her voice squeaked.

“Yes, you. Is there someone else on the line I don’t know about?” I grinned. The little submissive fascinated me in a way no woman had in a long time. I loved to catch her off guard and listen to her stumble over her words or watch her squirm in her seat.

“N-no, Sir, I’m doing well, thank you for asking. I, um, Master Derek would like to speak to you. May I transfer you?”

“Trying to get rid of me so quickly?” I leaned back in my desk chair and crossed my legs, getting comfortable for the best conversation I’d had all day, all week for that matter. She was adorable, and she flipped all my dominant switches.

“N-no, Sir. Of course not. I-I’m just doing my job.”

Her voice shook with nerves, and I could bet my paycheck she was wiggling on a sore bottom as she practically begged to pass me off to Derek. I could listen to her voice all day, but I didn’t want to stress her out. “Okay little squirrel, go ahead and transfer me.”

Her audible sigh made me laugh out loud. “Thank you, please hold.”

Author Bio: I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days.

        I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.

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Kathryn R. Blake, A Naughty New Year

Excerpt:

           Kelly stood at the kitchen counter staring at the champagne bottle with indecision. What she’d contrived as a harmless indulgence a few minutes ago seemed like a much more severe offense now. Especially since Jim had added trust into the mix. Though he hadn’t come out and said it directly, he implied if she poured anything other than Ginger Ale into their glasses, she’d be violating his confidence. So, now what?

        She still thought his edict of no champagne was overly strict, but the notion of deliberately damaging his belief in her didn’t sit well, either. She wasn’t naïve enough to think he hadn’t chosen his words on purpose, or that he didn’t suspect what she intended to do. The question was whether she’d really be betraying him if she followed through with her plan.

        Why do things need to be so difficult? She walked over to the doorway. “Jim, could you come in here for a moment, please?”

        He strode over and reached out to put his arms loosely about her hips. “Feelin’ guilty?” he inquired with an arched eyebrow.

        She nodded, fighting a stupid urge to cry. “You did that deliberately, didn’t you?”

        “What do you think?”

        At least he didn’t try to play innocent. “I think you aren’t playing fair. It’s New Year’s,” she protested.

        “Yeah. I know. And I also know you’d like to party a bit more than I want you to. The decision is yours, Kelly, just as it has always been.”

Author Bio: Although Kathryn is relatively new to the spanking romance market, she is not new to stories where the hero spanks the heroine.  In fact, most of her novels have some sort of spanking in them.  However, even in Kathryn’s novels where the hero firmly believes in using spanking as a deterrent, he has no desire to cause the heroine injury and takes no delight in hurting the woman of his heart.  In fact, sometimes he finds it extremely difficult to follow through on his threats or promises.

To date, all of her heroes are dominant, alpha males who are extremely protective of the women they love.  However, part of that protectiveness includes the need for a certain amount of control.  They do not suffer defiance or disobedience lightly. Even so, these men aren’t infallible, and they do make mistakes, but love and respect will always triumph in the end.

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New Releases

New Release – A Daddy for Christmas

Release Date: November 27, 2017

Landing page: https://rbrookspa.wixsite.com/adaddyforchristmas

Amazon and KU: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077QY2HNL/

Featuring….

Papa’s Little Bride by Sue Lyndon

Build-A-Daddy by Maren Smith

Santa Daddy by Katherine Deane

Mountain Man Daddy’s Christmas Surprise by Kara Kelley

The Daddy Contract by Adaline Raine

His Little Noelle by Maggie Ryan

Publisher’s Note: The stories included in this romantic age play collection contain spankings, sexual scenes, and other naughtiness sure to keep you warm during the holidays. Please do not purchase this box set if such material offends you.

A Daddy for Christmas is a sexy collection of ALL-NEW age play romances, brought to you by six USA Today and international bestselling authors. Grab some hot chocolate, snuggle up in your favorite reading spot, and let these dominant but loving daddies take charge.

Blurbs:

Papa’s Little Bride by Sue Lyndon:

When Kingston proposes marriage to Faith a few weeks before Christmas, he’s upfront about his expectations in a bride. Not only is she to call him Papa, but she’ll be under his complete authority and subject to his discipline. She soon thrives under his guidance and finds herself falling for her strict but loving Papa. But despite her newfound happiness, she can’t help but worry something will go wrong. Is their arrangement too good to be true, or has she finally found her forever home?

Build-A-Daddy by Maren Smith:

For Aubrey, when an impromptu trip to Build-A-Bear leads to an unexpected rescue by the cowboy Daddy of her dreams, she thinks her deepest, most secret wish about to come true. Sometimes it’s a brand new stuffy at Christmas time; sometimes, it’s a whole lot more.

Santa Daddy by Katherine Deane:

Alex and Connor are undercover again, and it’s all fun and games until the caroling starts. Can Alex make it through this Christmas season without her usual bah-humbugging? Or will her Daddy, Connor have to take matters into his own hands?

Mountain Man Daddy’s Christmas Surprise By Kara Kelley:

Tis the season and Mountain Man Daddy has a lot to do to surprise his little wife, Avery, with his change of heart about Christmas, but Rocky, their pet bear, is acting strange and refuses to leave Avery’s side. Mountain Man Daddy suspects it’s one of his past arrests lurking, and he’s more protective than ever. But when Avery finds out the real reason, she and her sneaky old neighbour, Annie, start planning a surprise of their own.

The Daddy Contract by Adaline Raine:

Kayleigh Cavett penned a desperate letter to Santa Claus hoping for her own holiday miracle. She begged for someone to take care of her and get her life back on track. The next morning she awakens to find a stranded Sebastian Cruz, her brother’s best friend and life long crush. When the handsome lawyer offers to spoil her rotten until the snow melts, will she accept his terms?

His Little Noelle by Maggie Ryan:

Her very name means Christmas, yet she’d never experienced the magic of the season. Davis is determined to change that and give his little Noelle the greatest gift of all… a family.

Papa’s Little Bride by Sue Lyndon

PG-ish excerpt for Papa’s Little Bride:

He runs a hand through his hair. “I want you to live here, Faith. With me. I will give you a room of your very own. I will take care of you, and you will want for nothing.”

“You want me as your mistress?” I ask hesitantly. As I await his response, I decide being Mr. Freemont’s mistress would not be so bad. Belonging to one man would surely be better than spreading my legs for multiple men a day at Madam Angelic’s establishment. In the back of my mind, I’ve always known it would be a possibility that I’d end up working as a prostitute in order to survive. Of course, I had intended to exhaust all other avenues of work first.

“No, not as my mistress.” He grasps my hand. “As my wife, by trial.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“We would be married for a trial period of thirty days. At the end of those thirty days, we can decide whether to remain married or to separate. If we decided to separate for some reason, I would see that you remain taken care of for the rest of your life.”

“I see. So at the end of the thirty days, we both decide? You would not force me to stay with you if I did not wish it?”

“Precisely. I’m not in the habit of keeping wives against their will,” he says with a wry smile that serves to ease the tension. “However, I will be upfront with you about my expectations. I am not looking for an ordinary wife or an ordinary marriage.” He pauses for a moment. “You would live as my little girl, and you would call me Papa. I would care for you, and guide you, even discipline you when necessary. I would be a strict but loving father figure to you, Faith, and in time, when and if I think you are ready, I would take you as my wife-in-truth. I couldn’t help but notice how you blushed when I called you little girl and young lady, and I see that you keep squirming. The very idea of being my sweet little girl, and my wife, has no doubt shocked you, but it has also made you feel achy between your thighs, hasn’t it?”

I’m stunned speechless.

NSFW excerpt from Papa’s Little Bride:

My sweet, but naughty, little girl obediently lays over my lap. A thrill jolts through me to have her in this position, with her bottom jutted up high and her legs slightly parted to reveal the slickness glimmering at the slit of her smooth pink cunny. She soon gasps and tries to place her thighs together, and I respond by shifting her over one knee, forcing her legs to fall open. I clamp my free leg atop her fidgeting ones and cup her behind cheeks, each in turn, massaging and inspecting her luscious pale globes.

“You will remain spread like this during your punishment, young lady. There will be no hiding from Papa. Your cunny will remain on full display at all times while I’m reddening your bottom cheeks. I realize this might embarrass you, especially because I’ll be able to see every little glimmer of moisture, and no doubt when you squirm, your secret inner folds, but you were a naughty little girl and this added embarrassment is part of your punishment. This is what happens to naughty little girls. They get turned over their papa’s knee for a good, hard spanking.” With that, I raise my hand and let the first strike fall. My palm descends on her right cheek with a resounding smack, and I waste no time in delivering the second blow to her left cheek.

“Oh! Ouch!” She wiggles, but I easily hold her in place.

“None of that,” I scold, alternating smacks from one reddening cheek to the other, peppering her entire bottom with sharp swats. “You’re getting this spanking whether you like it or not.”

 

Sue Lyndon Bio & Social Media

USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes steamy D/s romance in a variety of genres, everything from contemporary to historical to fantasy. But no matter the genre, her heroes are always HOT dominant alpha males. She’s a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. She also writes non-bdsm sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury. When she’s not busy working on her next book, you’ll find her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies, reading, or sneaking chocolate.

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Build-A-Daddy by Maren Smith

Excerpt:

She wished she hadn’t stopped in Wichita for that Five-Hour Energy shot with a forty-ounce Code Red chaser.

“I really have to pee,” she told her bear. Supposedly, somewhere in all that fast-falling snow was a bathroom. She couldn’t think of anything more stupid than blindly setting out in search of it. On the other hand, if she just sat here, she was going to wet her pants and these were cloth seats. Also, her Little didn’t like diaper play.

Wind buffeted the car. Already swirling snow was building on the windows. Even with the heater running, it was storming hard enough to blanket all but the sections of glass closest to the vents. The underside melted, but the upper layer accumulated, growing thicker by the minute. She watched thin rivulets of water slip along under the snow like tears.

Why was it that the longer a person thought about having to pee, the worse the sensation became? The pressure of the seatbelt was too much, so Aubrey took it off. She tried to find a more comfortable, less bladder-crunched way to sit. She bounced a couple times. It wasn’t working. In the short amount of time she’d spent parked here, the swirling storm had completely covered every window and presumably, the rest of her vehicle. Getting out was a bad idea, but she had to do something to relieve the pressure.

Leaning over the backrest, she hooked her jacket off the rear seat and pulled it on. She shoved open the driver’s-side door just in time to see bright, yellow light splash over the door and her arm. She yanked her arm back in just as the pickup truck slid to a stop beside her, shaving the door clean off her car.

In the half-second of heart-pounding quiet which directly followed, there was a lot Aubrey couldn’t remember. She didn’t remember crab-crawling into the passenger seat until her back butted against the other door. She sure didn’t remember grabbing Potentially Demonic Bear because never in her wildest imaginings did she imagine hugging him would have saved her from anything. At best, he was only a Build-A-Bear, he just didn’t have that kind of power. At worst… well, the jury was still out on which side of the whole Good vs. Evil Spectrum he swung.

Staring wide-eyed and horrified at the jet-black truck and gaping snow-filled hole where her door used to be, Aubrey honestly didn’t know if she’d screamed. She couldn’t remember making a sound. Not until that truck rocked, the window cranked down, and a dark-haired man in a well-worn brown felt cowboy hat popped his head into view. The truck was high enough, so he had to scrunch down to see her, but his eyes were no less wide than hers, and when he saw her, his face paled.

“Christ on a cracker,” he swore, peering through the narrow gap between the bottom of his window frame and the top of her now quite broken car. “Lady, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t see a thing.”

In that instant, two thoughts centered themselves in her mind—a mind blown empty by the shock of what had just happened. First, how was she going to get to Nebraska or hell, even the next town, in a car without a driver’s door? And second, from his hat to the white collar of his t-shirt to the black collar of his leather jacket, the man looked just like her Build-A-Bear. And her Build-A-Bear looked exactly the way she had imagined her cowboy Daddy would when she’d been hugging the little cloth heart.

“Holy shit,” she said stunned, her breath steaming the snow-flecked air as it came swirling into her car. She hadn’t built a bear. “I built a Daddy!”

About Maren Smith:

“For me, romance and kink have always gone hand in hand. I love strong, authoritative men—men who are both ready, willing and able to leave the lady of their choosing red–bottomed and weeping for her own good. Writing has given me the wonderful freedom to explore my kinky side without feeling ‘weird’. Even better, with the invention of the Internet, I can write what I love and know it will be appreciated by people with the same interests. Although I’ve been writing spanking romances for more than twenty years, it’s only been in the last five that I’ve truly broken out of my self-imposed shell to explore the other aspects of my submissive nature. Fortunate enough to live with my Dominant, I am an author, a Little and a submissive for the love of my life. Between that and my membership at my local Dungeons, there are very few things that I write about that I haven’t tried at least once.”

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Latest Releases by Maren Smith

Binding Brinley

Real

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Santa Daddy by Katherine Deane

Excerpt – Rated R

Kris Kringle Candy Cane Treatment

Connor was so proud of his brave, little girl. She played hard, she wore her emotions on her sleeve. And he’d known for a long time now that she wanted to go further, but she was scared to try. Luckily, he had gotten an early Christmas present to go with their cane. He laid the cane down on the table and picked up the other item he’d brought back that she hadn’t paid particular attention to. She would soon enough though.

“Okay, little girl. Daddy is going to punish you for being so naughty. He’s going to give you the extra special Kris Kringle candy cane treatment.”

He opened the large candy cane and held it front of her mouth. It was only four inches long and approximately an inch in diameter. The perfect implement for what he had in mind.

“Open your mouth and suck, baby.”

Her eyes widened, but she opened her mouth and accepted the huge peppermint candy with the hook on the end.

He pulled it out and some of her saliva dripped down as he held it in her line of sight. “Do you know where this is going, baby girl?”

About Katherine Deane:

USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart.

She loves cheese, red wine, chocolate, and snuggling up with her daughters’ kittens while reading a good book.

When not reading, or writing, you can find her knitting, sewing, crafting, or doing pretty much anything to keep her hands busy. She has taken over the dining room AKA craft room, much to her husband’s dismay. In one of her books, an energetic “craftaholic” would find herself over her husband’s knee for losing an important document in a pile of bi-cone crystals and mod podge. Her real life, and the people in them, give her plenty of ideas to work with.

Katherine has dubbed herself the queen of cheese. Not only is she a former Midwestern Cheese Head; she also loves to incorporate it into her books.

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Mountain Man Daddy’s Christmas Surprise by Kara Kelley

Excerpt:

“You weren’t coming outside like that, were you?” He yanked off his toque with a growl, kicked off his boots and shucked out of his coat. Snow landed at his feet and began melting.

“I was hot,” she said meekly. “But, no. I just realized what I was wearing and was going to change when you came through the door.”

He hung his coat on the hook and took the mugs from her, holding both handles in one of his large hands so he could brush the snow from his hair and beard.

“Go ahead then, little girl.” He gave her a half smile and her heart fluttered happily. “Not that I don’t enjoy looking at your legs, but you’re going to catch a cold.”

Her brows rose at his words. “Every time you say that I tell you that you don’t catch a cold from the weather, you catch a cold from a virus.” She watched as he rubbed his big hand over his beard seemingly in consideration of her statement. Rocky seemed to grow bored by their conversation and walked to the woodstove, grunted and threw himself down in front of it.

“And every time you say that, I’m usually taking care of you, making you soup and handing you tissues the next week.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s just a coincidence. I’m the one who goes to town and people give me germs.”

“Did you just roll your eyes at me, young lady?” His voice was deep, low and threatening.

She shivered but grinned cheekily. “Umm, I sure did.” She turned, spun on the balls of her feet, and ran into the bedroom, knowing he still held the two cups and would have to set them down before chasing her.

Just as he flew into the room, at a speed a man of his size shouldn’t be capable of, Rocky bustled in behind him.

“Stay back, Mountain Man or my bear will attack,” she said with a giggle, pointing at Rocky. “You hear him growling?”

“Black bears don’t growl, little one.” He stalked closer to the bed, and she scrambled off the other side. Rocky was silently but intently watching.

“Hmm, learn something new every day,” she replied and shifted to match his movement, keeping them an equal distance apart.

“I plan on teaching you something else.”

His smirk was hidden, but she knew by the sparkle in his eyes that he was being playful. Oh, she’d end up over his knee, but it would be for fun and it would end in the most delicious way.

As he lunged across the bed at her, Rocky made a deep pulsing throaty noise that made Mike freeze.

“I thought you said they don’t growl?” Avery’s stomach quivered.

“That wasn’t a growl, Avery, but it was a threat.”

Avery looked at the bear, large and intimidating, filling the doorway with his mass. He hadn’t moved his eyes from Mike for even a second. Mike rolled and sat up on the bed.

“Do you think a huge storm is coming and Rocky’s trying to warn us?” she asked.

“No, he’s protecting you. I’m just not sure why.” Mike scratched his beard, eying the bear warily.

“He’s never done this before. He sees us play all the time. Hell, he’s seen you punishing me.”

“Right.” He narrowed his eyes and shot her a quick warning glance. “Don’t go anywhere alone.”

His deep voice reverberated through her. “What?” Her brow furrowed. “But this is why you taught me how to use the gun, and made me pore over books on wildlife, and got me the car. So I didn’t need a chaperone all the time.”

“Avery, I won’t argue over this. Something’s changed and until I know what it is, you’re on lockdown. You don’t leave this cabin without me.”

He looked at her, the playful sternness replaced by the real kind that made her belly sink like a rock and her nether cheeks tingle in dread.

“Understood?”

“Yes.” She nodded and he rose from the bed. If she couldn’t tell how concerned he was by his pallor and tight expression, she could tell by the way he hadn’t made her repeat her ‘yes’ and add ‘daddy’. Mike was worried. Avery chewed her lip. And that made her worry, too.

About Kara Kelley:

Kara Kelley is a naughty Canuck (that’s a Canadian for those of you that don’t know), who loves spanks, a little bondage, tantalizing creative sex (trust me, honey this sh*t is gonna rock our world) and TIM HORTON’S. She’s full of playful mischief, loyalty and maybe some stubbornness, but she’ll never admit it. And she believes living in a secluded cabin in the woods (including good WIFI, a stocked Kindle, and plenty of chocolate) with her husband would be absolute bliss.

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More Reads by Kara Kelley

Taking in Dani

https://www.amazon.com/Taking-Dani-Kara-Kelley-ebook/dp/B01N22F3T2/

Mountain Man Daddy

https://www.amazon.com/Mountain-Man-Daddy-Kara-Kelley-ebook/dp/B073SM9SR7/

 

The Daddy Contract by Adaline Raine

Excerpts:

Excerpt #1: Rated-PG

“Did you see me on the couch last night?” She twirled a piece of her hair around her finger as she waited for his answer. She was afraid her nighttime recollections might be real. “I thought I fell asleep there.”

“Yeah, you feel asleep mostly sitting up. Your body was all scrunched, so I carried you to bed.”

“Oh. Well, thank you.” She forced a smile. “I don’t really remember all the details, but I dreamed you kissed me good-night.”

“You opened your eyes and appeared to be wide awake, but I didn’t kiss you.” He winked. “You did grab my face and kiss me for a while though.”

“Hm.” She forced her focus on the coffee pot, willing it to brew faster to get her out of this awkward conversation. It hadn’t been just a simple peck. No, in her half asleep state, it had turned into a full blown make-out session. No wonder it had felt real. It had been! “So, uh where were you headed before the storm came through?”

“I was on my way to stay with a friend. He and his wife throw a big party every year after Christmas, but I was going to stay a few extra days. The weather thwarted the trip, so I headed this way. I hope you don’t mind too much.” He grinned. “Am I imposing on your holiday plans?”

“No. I didn’t have any to start with. Did Rhett send you out to check on me?” When was the last time they had seen each other? Probably a year to the day. Even without her snowbird parents, this house was the gathering place for Christmas Eve except for this year. Kayleigh had told Rhett she wanted to be alone. Stupid blizzard messed up her agenda of getting drunk and watching sad movies.

“Your brother had nothing to do with the weather. Maybe this storm was supposed to send me here. No one should be alone on Christmas.”

Excerpt #2: Rated-18+

“Oof.” Kayleigh landed with a groan and knocked her thoughts back to the present. Three sharp taps hit against the very top of her right thigh followed by the same number and intensity on the left. His palm seared the sensitive juncture, still sore from the earlier round, and she kicked her feet out. Bastian hooked a leg over hers, locking her in place. Part of her regretted the challenge she’d thrown out, but the other sang in relief. She’d tested. He’d responded. “I’m sorry!”

“You’ll be more sorry when I’m done with you.”

“I didn’t mean whatever you thought I meant.”

“No more talking. I made a shiny new ball gag last weekend, and I’m happy to test it on you.”

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His Little Noelle by Maggie Ryan

Excerpts:

Excerpt #1: rated-R

Davis grinned as he stood beside the bed. “Close your eyes, and don’t open them until I say.”

She immediately obeyed, nipples protruding like hard little bullets at his instruction and the endless possibilities of what her daddy had planned. His roaming fingers and gentle tugs on her nipples had kept her aroused throughout. His strokes across her sex, his quick flicks against her clit had her entire body thrumming. She felt like a fine instrument that he played with expertise, surprising her with the tempo, the cadence of every stroke, every probe, eliciting her vocal accompaniment as he conducted his symphony. He’d left her panting, primed, and so very eager for him to reach for her again, to play the final chord, the crescendo that would fill the air with the sounds of an extremely satisfied woman. Instead, she knelt, her eyes tightly closed, straining to hear his movements, wondering what he was doing.

So badly wanting to peek as she heard him moving about the room, she denied herself, not wanting to ruin the surprise. Even the sinking of the mattress as he joined her on the bed did not cause her eyelids to flutter open. After another moment or two, with a bit more jostling that she couldn’t quite figure out the purpose of, he spoke.

“You may open your eyes.”

Once she did, she could only gape and then giggle. He was sitting with his back against the headboard, a big grin on his face.

“What’s the matter, little girl? Haven’t you ever seen Santa Claus before?” She couldn’t really yet speak as he shook his head, causing the huge pom-pom on the tip of the red hat he wore to sway. Large fingers stroked down the long white beard hanging down to his chest, but it was his free hand—the hand that could deliver devilish pain or provide exquisite pleasure—which encircled his erection, that captured and held her gaze.

“I believe some little girl never got the chance to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what she wanted for Christmas.”

He released his beard and cock and reached for her. Crawling to him, she could feel her face flush and her pussy gush… not to sit on his lap, but to straddle him, her hand replacing his to guide the head of his cock to the entrance of her sex. Lowering down slowly, she moaned as inch by inch she took him inside. His girth always caused a bit of discomfort, yet she didn’t even try to disguise the mews of pleasure she experienced as he slowly filled her.

“Need some help?” he asked, his hands slipping to hold her waist.

“Yes, please,” she managed, gasping when he lifted his hips to drive the final few inches of his shaft deep inside her, pulling her down until her bottom settled on his groin.

“Comfy?” he teased.

“Very,” she said softly, amazed as always that he actually fit inside her.

Davis grinned and allowed his hands to slip behind her, fingers splaying against her buttocks. “I’ve heard you’ve been a very good girl this year.”

Excerpt #2: rated-PG

She followed the direction his finger was pointing and shook her head. “No way I’m going to climb up a mountain and then careen down on some flimsy sled. I don’t have a death wish!”

“Don’t worry, we’re not going sledding,” Davis said.

“He’s right, and you don’t have to climb. We take the T-bar lift up and then we’re going to race down on toboggans,” Steven confirmed. “Unless, of course, you just want to concede now and go join the little snow babies.”

Noelle just gaped up at the mountain again and then looked at Davis before turning to Steven. “We are so going to beat you! I’ll expect an apology and the biggest funnel cake in Wyoming after you finally slide over the finish line.”

“That’s the spirit,” Steven said, giving her a hug.

“Who knew you were as competitive as the rest of us?” Davis said, pulling her to him.

“You’re a bad influence, Davis Waterford,” she said. “If I die on this mountain, I swear I’ll come back and haunt you for the rest of your life, and it won’t be pretty!”

“You’re not going to die, babygirl. You are going to have a blast!”

All of Davis’ siblings except for Colleen and Paul joined them. Noelle was sure she’d made a huge mistake as soon as she jumped off the lift. She’d not truly expected to be taken so high up the mountain. Though she’d skied before, it had been after taking lessons, and her fate had been in her own hands.

“You know, when I was in ski class, the very first thing the instructor taught us was how to fall. And the girl next to me broke her arm the moment she hit the ground.”

“You don’t have to worry about falling, babe. You’ll be sitting down,” Davis assured her. “Even if something did happen, you wouldn’t have far to fall.”

“You just said I didn’t have to worry about falling!” Noelle protested, punching his arm.

“Of course, keep punching me and you might want to slide down the mountain on your tummy, if you get my drift.”

Excerpt #3: rated-PG-13

“What’s this?”

“I don’t know, Santa doesn’t tell me everything,” he said with a shrug.

“Well, it has your name on it,” she said, looking at the tag hanging from a ribbon.

“It does?”

Noelle rolled her eyes but giggled and played along. “Yes, see? It says Daddy.”

Taking the package from her, he read the tag. “Actually, it says for Noelle’s Daddy.”

“Same thing, go ahead and open it,” she said, tugging on her second boot.

Davis tied it and then sat next to her on the bed and opened the package. Lifting it up, he watched her eyes and saw the puzzlement in their depths.

“What is it?”

“Bells,” he said, giving the string a shake and hearing a soft chiming fill the room.

“I can hear that, but why would Santa give you bells? They’re pretty, and I guess you can hang them on the door or the tree.”

“You don’t hang them, babygirl, you wear them.”

“Wear them? How?”

“Well, not wear them exactly, you hold them.”

Noelle shrugged. “Okay, have fun with that.”

She was about to jump off the bed when he reached out and laid his hand on her arm. “Not me, you’ll hold them.” He paused and then reached down and patted her bottom. “In your pretty little bum.”

Her eyes grew huge as she looked at the silver bells. “You can’t be serious!”

“Oh, baby, I assure you I am. Now, drop those pants and panties and climb over my lap.”

“Daddy, I can’t wear those! People will hear them!”

“They’ll be muffled all tucked up inside, but, if you want to be a Grinch—”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said, sliding off the bed and unfastening her jeans. “The last time you put something up my… um, anyway, it wasn’t very comfortable.”

“That’s because it was punishment,” Davis said. “This is funishment.”

“You are nuts,” she said, but he watched her tug down her clothing and saw the gleam in her eyes.

About Maggie Ryan:

USA Today and #1 International Best Selling and Multi-Award Winning Author in Victorian/ Historical, Contemporary and Western Erotic Romance

Fiction is a world that offers endless possibilities. I love to write stories that take a reader on a journey, one they can disappear into and experience what might have been or what is to come. My books are always sweet, extra spicy, and a little taboo! I hope you will curl up in your favorite chair and take the journey with me. Happy Reading!

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