New Releases

Release Boost – Black Light: Roulette War

Black Light: Roulette War is LIVE!
Featuring stories from eight sizzling authors, including Inflamed by Golden Angel!!!

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BLURB:
A crazy bet. Two sexy clubs. One wild night.

Only one can come out on top.

Black Light’s naughty game of Valentine roulette returns for a fourth installment of eight brand new scorching hot stories.

For the first time, Black Light East and Black Light West will compete against each other to capture the title of hottest BDSM club of the year in Black Light: Roulette War. More than bragging rights hang in the balance when couples risk their hearts in this wild game unlike any other.

With stories from Jennifer Bene, Livia Grant, Renee Rose, Measha Stone, Sue Lyndon, Golden Angel, Eris Adderly, and Kay Elle Parker, everyone will be betting on this sizzling game of chance.

About Angel
Angel is a self-described bibliophile with a “kinky” bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn’t get them out, she’s pretty sure she’d go just a little crazy.

She is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.

She believes the world is a better place when there’s a little magic in it.

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Release Day/New Release, Year in Releases - 2020

New Release – Black Light: Roulette War featuring Golden Angel

A crazy bet. Two sexy clubs. One wild night.
Inflamed by Golden Angel is just one story in Black Light: Roulette War!
And you can buy your copy now!!

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BLURB:

A crazy bet. Two sexy clubs. One wild night.

Only one can come out on top.

Black Light’s naughty game of Valentine roulette returns for a fourth installment of eight brand new scorching hot stories.

For the first time, Black Light East and Black Light West will compete against each other to capture the title of hottest BDSM club of the year in Black Light: Roulette War. More than bragging rights hang in the balance when couples risk their hearts in this wild game unlike any other.

With stories from Jennifer Bene, Livia Grant, Renee Rose, Measha Stone, Sue Lyndon, Golden Angel, Eris Adderly, and Kay Elle Parker, everyone will be betting on this sizzling game of chance.

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About Angel

Angel is a self-described bibliophile with a “kinky” bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn’t get them out, she’s pretty sure she’d go just a little crazy.

She is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.

She believes the world is a better place when there’s a little magic in it.

Find Angel Online!
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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

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New Release – Papa’s Joy

You belong to Papa now…

Papa’s Joy

Sue Lyndon & Celeste Jones

BUY LINK ->-> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07D19LBXR/


You belong to Papa now.
Nineteen-year-old Daisy, Talcott House’s resident eavesdropper, snoop and prankster, is about to marry Lord Edward Kensington. The unlikely couple fell in love when Daisy literally landed at his feet on the day he was supposed to wed another.
Daisy is as surprised as anyone that a man as handsome and important as Lord Kensington would wish to marry a plain girl such as her. But, when she looks into his eyes and he touches her hand, a warm tingle moves through her and takes her breath away.
After a period of darkness and despair, Edward decides to take a wife. For reasons known only to himself, he eschews the crush and crowds of the London season and seeks the assistance of Miss Wickersham in finding a bride amongst the Little Ladies of Talcott House. He asks only that she be biddable and obedient.
Once they are wed, Daisy learns marital relations are even better than the sweet rapture she has read about in the romance novels she used to swipe from Miss Wickersham’s private library. With Papa’s loving guidance—and firm hand—Daisy blossoms and begins to hope she and her papa will have their own happily ever after.
Except for that one, deepest, darkest, most horrible secret which she must never reveal, even to her loving papa.

BUY LINK ->-> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07D19LBXR/

“Papa?” she asked in a nervous tone, which was mostly feigned. She reached around and cupped her bottom again, giving him what she hoped was her cutest pout as she allowed her lower lip to protrude while she widened her eyes, as if to plead for leniency. “Please don’t spank me, Papa. I promise to be a good girl from now on.”

He waggled a finger at her and gave her a stern look, but he couldn’t quite keep the corners of his lips from turning up every few seconds and she realized with delight that he was playing along. A naughty thrill ran through her and heat coiled in her nether region, her pulse skittering with anticipation.

“If you didn’t wish to go over my knee for a hard spanking on your bare bottom, little girl, then perhaps you should have run faster.” He approached her, and she kept backing up with his every step, until he had her pinned against a large desk.

She gasped as he leaned down to place his arms on either side of her, trapping her in place. As she squirmed in his hold, her legs inadvertently kept pressing together, which only deepened the ache in her kitty.

“Come along,” he said, grasping her hand and pulling her away from the desk. “Papa has to teach you a lesson.” He guided her around the desk, pulled the chair behind it out, and then sat down and stood her between his spread legs. He gave her another stern, but somewhat playful, look that sent excited tingles through her whole body.

“Oh, Papa, please not on my bare bottom.” She fidgeted in place as he gazed up at her.

“Keep stalling, little girl, and Papa will apply extra swats to your smooth cunny lips, just as papa gave you extra swats to your little bunghole after your spanking yesterday.”

She gasped, truly surprised. Yet somehow the threat of receiving penalty smacks to the sensitive folds between her legs only made her desire for her papa stronger. She felt the trickle of moisture on her inner thigh as she squirmed in place. She could not resist saying, “You will do no such thing, Papa,” as she placed her hands in front of her center, shielding her private area from Papa’s gaze even though she was still wearing the lovely gown he’d dressed her in this morning.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice deeper than usual. In one deft movement, he arranged her over his lap and bared her bottom, lifting her skirts and chemise to reveal her nakedness as he forced her into the proper position to receive a chastisement. “I know a little girl who is going to get ouchies on her bottom and on her cunny lips.”

SUE LYNDON

USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes steamy D/s romance in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. She’s a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. But no matter the genre, her heroes are always HOT dominant alpha males. 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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CELESTE JONES

USA Today bestselling author Celeste Jones is known for writing highly entertaining erotic romance featuring headstrong heroines and stern yet loving heroes who aren’t afraid to take a naughty woman over their knees. When she’s not writing, she enjoys travel, reading and dancing like no one is watching.
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New Release – Papa’s Desire

New Release by USA Today Bestselling Authors  Sue Lyndon & Celeste Jones

Papa’s Desire’s

Free on Kindle Unlimited

Be a good girl for Papa.

BUY LINK ->-> http://mybook.to/papasdesires

Twenty-two year old Hyacinth is finally getting married. She eagerly looks forward to life with a papa who will love and care for her. She hopes he will be a patient teacher, since no one will tell her what actually happens between married people. Fortunately, her friend Cammie has sent a letter with some explanations in it. However, Hyacinth can’t help but wonder if Cammie is making up tales.

Men have what? And they put it where?

A chance encounter with the exceedingly tall and handsome Lord Grayson gives Cynny a funny feeling in her lady parts and she starts to wonder if there’s some truth in her friend’s rather explicit letter. But, why is Cynny thinking about Lord Grayson in that way, instead of her betrothed, Lord Kensington?

When a twist of fate results in Cynny marrying Lord Grayson instead of Lord Kensington, she is both nervous and overjoyed. Her new papa gently introduces her to the secrets of the marital bed and awakens desires she never expected. He’s as loving as she imagined a papa should be, but he’s also strict and won’t hesitate to redden her bottom cheeks when she’s been a naughty little girl, among other intimate punishments that leave her both blushing with shame and craving his touch. As time goes on, she cannot help but think that she has been truly blessed and a lifetime of love and happiness awaits her.

But what will happen when Papa discovers his little bride has been keeping secrets?

Publisher’s Note: Papa’s Desires is the second book in the Little Ladies of Talcott House series, however like all the books in this series, it can be enjoyed as a standalone title. This historical age play romance novel includes spankings, sexual scenes, and other delightful naughtiness. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

BUY LINK ->-> http://mybook.to/papasdesires

Excerpt:

“You’re very, very wet, Cynny. Have you been entertaining naughty thoughts?”

She peered over her shoulder at him. “I’m sorry, Papa, but I don’t quite understand. I can’t help that I get so achy and wet. It’s been happening more and more since I met you in the gardens, whenever I think of you my whole body tingles and I find myself growing breathless and excited, as if I wish to be touched on my privates, just like you’re doing right now. It feels so good, Papa. Please keep touching my kitty.”

His nostrils flared. “I can smell your arousal, little girl. I want you to lie back on the bed. Papa wants to taste you.”

Though she despaired to have his hand leave her center, she crawled off his lap and turned over, lying on her back. He shoved her nightdress up again, past her hips, and forced her legs wide apart. Still wearing his burgundy dressing gown, he positioned himself beneath her, with his face a breath away from her kitty. He met her eyes and she lurched her hips forward, desperate for him to taste her. If his fingers felt good, she imagined her papa’s tongue would feel even better on her privates. Mayhap like magic.

“I want you to close your eyes and relax, Cynny. Papa’s going to tend to your clitty now. Whatever you do, don’t hold back. When it feels like you’re about to take flight, let go and soar for me, little girl. Be a good girl and come for Papa.”

SUE LYNDON

USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes steamy D/s romance in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. She’s a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. But no matter the genre, her heroes are always HOT dominant alpha males. 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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CELESTE JONES

USA Today bestselling author Celeste Jones is known for writing highly entertaining erotic romance featuring headstrong heroines and stern yet loving heroes who aren’t afraid to take a naughty woman over their knees. When she’s not writing, she enjoys travel, reading and dancing like no one is watching.
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New Release – Papa’s Rules

Good girls get new hats. Naughty girls get butt plugs.

Papa’s Rules

Sue Lyndon & Celeste Jones

BUY LINK ->-> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079DGFDTX/

Orphaned and living on the streets of London, life held little hope for Cammie. That is, until Miss Wickersham took her to Talcott House, where the unfortunate are given everything they need…and then some…to become proper little ladies for the papas selected for them by Miss Wickersham.

Ever since her arrival at Talcott House, Cammie has dreamed of the day she would belong to a papa of her very own. A husband to love and protect her for the rest of her days.

Lord Alexander Cavendish has longed for a little girl to spoil and cherish. When Miss Wickersham introduces him to Cammie, it’s love at first sight. However, he is not one to spare the rod and when Cammie disobeys, he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and impose proper punishment.

In Papa’s arms…and bed…Cammie finally experiences the love and safety she has craved. And when Papa takes his bride over his knee for well deserved discipline, Cammie’s body responds in a most unladylike manner.

Despite his words of devotion, Cammie wonders if a high-born man such as Lord Cavendish can truly be happy with a girl from the streets.

In order to secure his love, she is determined to follow Papa’s Rules.

BUY LINK ->-> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079DGFDTX/

Excerpt:

“Sir?” Cammie asked, her expression uncertain.

“Yes, my dear?”

“If you, um, have a naughty chair, I will go sit on it. I…I am truly sorry to have disappointed you.”

Naughty chair? His interest piqued, he narrowed his eyes at her. “Is that how Miss Wickersham deals with you when you’ve been naughty? Sends you to sit in a naughty chair?”

“Well, sir, sometimes.” She appeared to be hesitating, and twisted her fingers together, fidgeting in place as she glanced from side to side. A sheen of moisture glistened in her eyes. “It’s just, please oh please don’t give me a spanking, sir. Not today. Tomorrow, perhaps, if you must. But please not today.”

She reached around herself and cupped her bottom cheeks in the most adorable manner.

“Cammie, why don’t you want a spanking today? We’re to be married in a mere few hours. Is it that you don’t wish for me to lay a hand on you until we are wed? Or is there another reason? I want the truth. We must be honest with one another, or our marriage will surely fail.”

Still cupping her bottom cheeks, she peered up at him with a look of increasing trepidation. “Oh, please, sir. Please don’t make me tell you why.”

“Cammie,” he said kindly, though with a certain amount of steel in his voice, “I am starting to think something is terribly wrong, and I am worried for you. You will tell me what is the matter this instant. Start talking. Now.”

She finally released her bottom and crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself. “I-I am usually a very, very well-behaved little girl. I swear it. But yesterday I got in trouble with the nurse and got a spanking. My bottom is still quite sore, and I suspect it’s probably still a bit pinkened, sir, and I’m mortified by the prospect of you seeing it. I am ashamed to come to you like this, sir, with an already punished bottom. I hope you won’t think I’m always into trouble and decide to send me back to Talcott House. Oh please, please just make me sit on a naughty chair. Or stand in a corner. Spank me tomorrow, if you must, but please don’t lift my skirts and add to my soreness just yet.” She sniffled and lowered her head. A lone tear carved a path down her cheek, and Alexander found himself moving forward to brush that tear away.

He gathered her close to his chest, and she soon loosened her arms, letting them fall to her sides and allowing him to hold her closer and tighter. God, he loved the feel of her in his arms. He rested his chin atop her head. She fit against him perfectly. As if they were meant to be. His heart broke knowing that she still harbored doubts that he would keep her. Twice now she had voiced her concerns that he might send her back to Talcott House. Didn’t she know he’d been waiting for her for what felt like forever? Didn’t she know how eagerly he’d anticipated this day—the day they would become husband and wife, papa and little girl?

SUE LYNDON

USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes steamy D/s romance in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. She’s a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. But no matter the genre, her heroes are always HOT dominant alpha males. 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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CELESTE JONES

USA Today bestselling author Celeste Jones is known for writing highly entertaining erotic romance featuring headstrong heroines and stern yet loving heroes who aren’t afraid to take a naughty woman over their knees. When she’s not writing, she enjoys travel, reading and dancing like no one is watching.
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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.”

 

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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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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.

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

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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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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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