Tuesday, October 17, 2017

WIP-IT-UP-Wednesday -My first Menage!!

Hi Y'all!!!

I'm gonna be honest. It's been a long time since a book I was writing had me more excited than frustrated. It feels good. Like, really good.

Since I wrote Catching Her Cowboy Daddy last fall, several people have asked me when I was going to write another western. The answer is now.

It's also my first menage. And a Christmas story. And a Daddy Dom book. Yes, It's a Christmas Western Daddy Dom Menage......  Ready to see a snippet?

This is a flashback scene that takes place in Chapter One:

I’ll never forget the way my heart lurched at the sight that greeted me- of Merry, naked from the waist down, turned over Slade’s knee, her bottom already a hearty shade of pink under his ministrations.
The both looked up at me in shock. Merry scrambled off his lap, and rushed towards me, shaking her head furiously at me with pleading eyes. I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to keep our secret. It would have been a smart move, for all of us. After all, I had walked in on them engaged in a spanking, not intercourse. God knows the temptation to turn Merry over your knee and whoop her sass right out of her at times was a strong one, after all, that’s how we had ended up together.
I wasn’t feeling very smart at the moment. I was feeling angry. To see my sub, and my best friend in such an intimate situation without my knowledge infuriated me.
With Merry off his lap, Slade stood, looking annoyed at the interruption, and began to walk towards me, with a confident older brother smile. I wanted to punch him.
This is where my memory gets fuzzy. So many things were said in such a short amount of time, and each one was a punch in the gut that I hadn’t been expecting.
The only thing I remember clearly is walking out the door and telling her she had to choose, and Slade saying the same thing. Choose. Between best friends. Brothers. Her daddy and her Dom.
I ran out the front door, got in my truck, and tore off to town. I heard Slade did the same. I don’t know for sure. When we woke up the next morning, barely speaking to each other, she was already gone.
IF we managed to get her here, it would be the first time we had seen hide nor hair of her in five years. Hell it was the first time we had been able to track down so much as an address. It was normal that we would both want to be the one to see her first and begin to right past wrongs. We were only human. But there was no room for jealousy in our solution. If she came back, things would be different this time. Slade and I had learned to share.

I hope you enjoyed that sneak peek! I'll be back with more next week!

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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Summer Graystone has brought her Gym Dom to visit

Gaining Maisy

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Snippet:

Every thought left Maisy’s mind as Carter wrapped his hands around her waist to slip them into her gym shorts, cupping her ass around her panties. It seemed like he was massaging where he had just spanked and Maisy felt her bones turn to goo as his hands swept up and down her ass. Then his thumb brushed the bottom end of her pussy from the back, and Maisy moaned loudly as she clutched his chest and plastered her body against his. A move that allowed her to feel every inch of the erection resting between Carter’s legs. Maisy rubbed her thighs against it, hoping to punish him a little like he was doing to her. But apart from a slight increase in breath and a jerk of his engorged cock, Carter barely acknowledged the contact.
Then with his hand still in her ass crack, his thumb just barely edging her pussy from the back, he leaned in close to her. “If you can complete fifty sit-ups without stopping, I’ll put my tongue where my thumb is.”
Adrenaline spiked through Maisy, and at that moment she would have done a hundred sit-ups just so she could feel his tongue soothe the ache between her legs. Forgotten was the fact that, up to that point, the best she had ever been able to get to was about thirty. She quickly got on the floor, raising her knees up till she was in the position to start. Then just before she started, Carter dropped down to his knees and slid in between her legs. Normally, he would hold her by her ankles to keep her steady while her back went up and down. But today, his hands slid up her legs, caressed her thighs, then she felt the pad of his thumb circle around her aching pussy, the friction causing another wave of arousal to course through her whole body. “Remember, my tongue here if you get to fifty.”


About the Author:
Hey! So my name is Summer, and I’m a contemporary romance author, who attends photography classes during the day, and writes naughty romance by night. When I’m not in school I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the beaches of California. My favorite thing to do is to write sexy stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end. 

I love to hear from my readers! Email me at summergraystone@outlook.com and let's chat!

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“Gaining Maisy by Summer Graystone was a sweet and sexy romance novel that pulled me in from the first page. I’m a sucker for stories where the heroine is starting over and happens to meet a loving dom (like Carter—yum!!), and I thought Maisy and Carter had great chemistry and were perfect for one another. This is a fantastic read that you won’t want to put down!” ~ USA Today Bestselling Author Sue Lyndon

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Addison Cain stopped by to share her new release Stolen

Stolen



Blurb:
He stole her off the streets in broad daylight—the first Omega discovered in Bernard Dome in generations. He took her with violence while none intervened. He broke her, swearing he’d put her back together.
Brenya Perin was ordered to submit.
Bernard Dome is the jewel of Europe, a bastion of art and culture, pleasure and decadence. But life in the city depends on the occupation chosen for you at birth. There is no subversion, no question of who rules. There is no freedom.
Peace has a price, a price the Commodore of Bernard Dome is willing to pay… so long as the Omega remains his.
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Shepherd’s influence is on the rise. His machinations are subtle, his hands full tending to his recovering mate. Her safety is his priority, and something he’s willing to risk war to assure. Bernard Dome has what he wants, and they will all be damned if they deny him.
Publisher’s Note: The Alpha’s Control series, is a dark Omegaverse tale with explicit sexual themes and complete power exchange. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.

Links:
B&N: Banned from Barnes & Nobel
Kobo: Coming Soon

 Excerpt:

Bit by bit, her body conformed to the Alpha’s unspoken will. Her lips would sigh while her brain would scream.

He’d take a nipple to be suckled, her spine would arch… the small Beta voice inside her powerless to make her listen.

Someone else inhabited her body when Jacques played his games.

She was possessed.

And that was why she’d cried over breakfast. That was why she’d flown into violence when he thought to take her away from herself again.

Because he had a new weapon. A thing he’d slipped inside her and called her prize.

What did he call it? The name had sounded scientific, important, nothing like what it should have been called. He’d called it a pliarator. She knew better. It was a mind obliterator.

It slipped in easily enough the day before, so smoothly she wasn’t sure what had replaced his fingers, and then it had latched on. Discomfort grew in the form of a muscular ache, distracting, embarrassing, and enticing, Jacques manipulating how the thing sat in her pelvis while she tried to sit up and see what he’d done.

There had been no warning before the buzzing clicked and a soft nodule landed on her clitoris. The vibration had set her to yelp, urged her to press her legs closed against it, and encouraged a pool of slick to gather under her body.

He’d allowed her rebellion because it had made no difference. Even with her legs together, even rolled over on her belly as if she might squirm away, it could not be unseated. Deep inside her body it changed shape again. It stretched her, Brenya keening in pain.

Except, she wasn’t sure if it had been pain at all.

A warm hand on her back, the other still fixed to the device inside the squirming Omega, Jacques smiled. “When an Alpha male chooses to mount an untried Beta female there is a certain protocol that must take place before he can possess her. Had you been optioned for the breeding banks, you would have undergone this practice years ago—just as Annette delighted in these moments with Ancil. Sharing this with you was her idea, and seeing you this way, I can see it was an excellent one. Relax and enjoy.”

Mouth agape, sucking in deep pants of air, Brenya stared forward at the distant wall and saw nothing. She could do nothing. Was reduced to nothing.

All by a single pulsating machine.

A machine designed for one purpose: to prepare a Beta female's sex organs to accept the far larger, far more powerful Alpha cock.

The way it squirmed and milked the slick from her tunnel curled her toes. The horrid thing had a life of its own, though she might claw the sheets and fight against its intrusion.

Jacques may have pumped it in and out of her, he may have forced it deeper into her cunt when she tried to push it out, but the robot sensed her struggles and redoubled its attack.

The first orgasm had hurt; the machine had torn the pleasure right out of each nerve.

Immediately it altered its shape, sprang into action when her passage clenched as if to grasp an Alpha knot. Shape bloating, manipulating nerves with shocks, with rotary aggression, it had expanded near the base… and made her groan until drool hung from her lips.

An ocean of slick poured like a river, Jacques no longer pinning her down, but petting and watching where her ass had raised up from the bed and her stuffed cunt was on display as if begging for more.

He adjusted the settings. She convulsed, insides wrenching around the mechanical intrusion as it started its expansion process over again.

Rolling her to her back, he drew her knees to her ears, put his weight on her, and moved his body as if it was his member inside her doing the damage and not some cold machine.

He’d dared to kiss her, to comment on her lust-drugged, blown pupils.

The male had called her beautiful as she lay stupefied and twitching.

When she tried to say his name, tried to beg him to stop, he’d smiled, his head slowly descending between her grotesquely spread thighs. Jacques had lapped at the slick seeping out around the machine as if her sex was the sweetest cream.

“I’ve never seen a Beta respond to a Pliarator as you do. What exceptional creatures Omegas are.” Husky, he’d growled, still savoring her juices. “Imagine it’s my cock inside you. When the next knot comes, I want you to feel my seed pulsating in your belly.”

As if on cue, the machine began to expand at its base, to fill her up and stretch her even more than the first time. He watched it work her, Jacques seeing to his own satisfaction with rapid jerks of his hand up and down the veined protuberance jutting forth between his legs.

His cock.

She could smell it in her haze, grunted at it like an animal.

The way he abused his organ, how swollen and purple it grew in his fist, the way he practically gnawed her erect clitoris, they both had to be in euphoric pain.

Ready to spurt, he’d reared back on his knees, drew his lips back from his teeth, the muscles standing up in his neck.

The worst had yet to come.

He spoke a command. The machine responded. It opened up, the false knot inside her growing until a hole was made inside her body just the right size to be exploited.

Falling forward to land on his hand, his musculature tight and twitching, Jacques lined up his fat cockhead with her machine spread opening, smeared her tortured cunt with a dribble of his come, and jerked himself in two more rough tugs until pearlescent spray shot forcefully into the space the machine had made inside her.

His usherings were too much for that little pocket, and his seed surged outside her sex, down her crack, in waves of wet heat, over and over until he pulled from her slit to aim instead for her trembling belly.

He overshot, coating her heaving tits, globs landing as far as her parted lips.

When he had crawled over her body, bobbing his pulsating knot in her face, he’d told her to lick him clean… and she had obeyed.

Without question.

Laving him from bulbous base to mushroom tip, collecting the salty taste, slurping, swallowing. With even more vigor than he’d displayed between her legs, Brenya submitted.

In that moment, she did not possess the mental faculty to understand that the Alpha had manipulated his promise.

Jacques had not fucked her. His machine had.

She’d been vanquished like a prisoner, subjugated like a slave, and used like a whore—sore, tired, mindless, and still under the control of his whirring device.

That had been last night, all night.

Even upon waking, her senses had not fully returned, and here he was, forcing her back on the bed to do it to her all over again.

Betas were never reassigned.

He pushed his toy deeper, speaking warmly. “In a week or two, you’ll be ready for me, mon chou.”

Friday, September 22, 2017

Sat Spanks- Claimed- The Beauty in Submission

Hi Sat Spankers!

When we left off last week, Jase and Ruby were having some fun in a private play room after hours, and he had just secured her to a spanking bench, and lifted up her skirt.

Let's see what happens next!

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She could feel the want in Jase’s eyes as they roamed over her backside- the rumbling in his throat as the appreciative noises bubbled up from his gut. He liked what he saw, and without even seeing his face, or him saying a word, he made sure she knew it. It was singlehandedly the most empowering moment of her life. She had never felt sexier than she did right then, pantiless, fully exposed, blindfolded, and tied to a spanking bench, being ogled by her brother in law's best friend. What was wrong with her?
“There’s nothing wrong with you.” His smooth voice filled the room, and she wondered if she had spoken her thoughts out loud. “I know that’s what you’re wondering right now. They all do. But submission, true submission, empowers. It doesn’t harm or humiliate like people fear. It’s about owning your sexuality, and placing your trust fully in a partner, and trusting them with every fiber of your being to do everything they can to arouse, and excite, and take you to the brink of your limits. If you’re with the right person, even just for a night- submission can be a beautiful thing. So, I have only one question for you Ruby. Do you think you’re with the right person?”

“I do.” The words were spoken with a reverence she had never used, and she floated outside her body, as if watching the scene unfold from above. Even blindfolded, she could see everything in her mind’s eye as the scene unfolded, and a beautiful scene it was.


Claimed
For a Hollywood heiress, Ruby Barrett has always lived a somewhat unsensational life. Her talent combined with her name had gotten her a good job, and she is engaged to marry the only boyfriend she has ever had. Her life is good – good enough to be some people’s dream, but she finds herself wanting more.

When she gets the opportunity to spend her twenty-fifth birthday at Rojo, a destination BDSM resort in Las Vegas, she knows she can’t pass up the opportunity – even if it means leaving her reluctant fiancé behind for good.

Jase Oliver lives life by his own rules. A club owner by day, and a confirmed bachelor by night, he has never felt the urge to settle down. He’s always known that happily ever after isn’t on the cards for him. 
His playboy ways have never been an issue, yet suddenly he can’t help the feeling that something is missing. When his life is turned upside down by the arrival of a red-headed vixen, who just happens to be his best friend’s sister-in-law, he suddenly doesn’t know which way is up. Even as he fights his inner demons, he finds himself wanting the whole white picket fence shebang.

When Jase runs away, and her left behind fiancé chases her to Vegas, Ruby has a decision to make. Does her future lie in the past, with Trevor? Or in the present with Jase?



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Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Running from her Fate by Ruby Caine


She shot, set fire to and cut her lover, but he kept coming back for more.
 
As her lover lay on the floor, smoke clinging to his attire, blood seeping from the cut on his hand, and a gaping hole ruining his expensive shirt, Belle just knew Beau would blame her somehow. But it was all a big misunderstanding, really.
Madame Claudette, a gifted New Orleans fortune telling, warned Belle she needed to distance herself for her future husband or risk him coming to great harm. She disappeared to protect him, but Beauregard St. Pierre kept tracking her down.
Now, even the River Parishes Psychic predicts lots of pain in their future, and somehow Belle knows the woman is referring to more than just Bella’s own sore backside. Can she protect her man from herself?




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Excerpt:
“Do you really think I bullied you? Be honest.” Those piercing eyes didn’t miss a thing as he watched her. His words drew her attention and she almost felt like crying in frustration. Sighing in defeat, she turned away from him again. Beau continued speaking, not giving her a chance to build up another wall between them. “This is ridiculous, Belle. This whole situation is foolish. Come home with me and let’s put this whole thing behind us.”
“I can’t and you know why,” she told him before rummaging through her cabinets and pulling out a small coffee maker.
 “Because you’re convinced you are going to harm me? I’m sorry, babe, but that’s bullshit!”
“Madame Claudette had a vision. She’s never been wrong. Believe me, I prayed and prayed she was mistaken, but I can’t take a chance with your safety. I love you too much for that, Beau. I’d rather be miserable without you, knowing you are safe, than happily at your side and watch you be hurt.”
A man can only take so much frustration when trying to reason with his lover. Beau had finally passed his threshold. “Talking is getting us nowhere. I am tired of trying to reason with you, Belle. You love me. I love you. We are getting married. Decades from now, I will enjoy telling our grandchildren how I had to chase their stubborn grandmother across the state until she finally realized she belonged at my side.”
He glanced around the room for a suitable place to carry out his next plan of action. The coffee table and stool close to the microwave looked too flimsy to hold his frame, let alone both their weights. He had serious concerns about the sturdiness of the double bed, too. But the latter would have to make do. Grabbing her hand, he pulled Belle toward the frame.
Author Spotlight
Ruby Caine, exclusive writer for Blushing Publication, will release her 8th book Sept. 11. Book four of The Spirits of River Oaks series finds Lenore Zeringue consoling New Orleans native Anabelle Simar. Another psychic has warned Belle she must break up with her fiancée Beauregard St. Pierre or chance causing him grave harm. At first, Lenore sees nothing but happiness between the two, but the more often the couple visit her, the more dangerous things become. Before long, the River Parishes Psychic fears Bella will try to kill her lover no less than three different ways.
                 
Caine and her family live near the Big Easy and her stories often take us through the historical setting which follows along the mighty Mississippi. The Spirits series revolves around the powerful Lenore, who often gets messages from those who have passed on from this world. Another series by Caine is called Katrina’s Aftermath, a group of four contemporary romances minus the paranormal theme. Rounding out books by Ruby Caine is a standalone called Making the Wright Connections, featuring a bratty signer tamed by a sexy cop.


Monday, September 18, 2017

Bastards & Whiskey is Live!!!

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Bastards & Whiskey by Alta Hensley IS LIVE!!! FREE with #KindleUnlimited
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BASTARDS_NOWLIVE I sit amongst the Presidents, Royalty, the Captains of Industry, and the wealthiest fucks in the world. We own Spiked Roses—an exclusive, membership only establishment in New Orleans where money or lineage is the only way in. It is for the gentlemen who own everything and never hear the word no. Sipping on whiskey, smoking cigars, and conducting multi-million dollar deals in our own personal playground of indulgence, there isn’t anything I can’t have… and that includes HER. I can also have HER if I want. And I want. *BASTARDS & WHISKEY is a dark billionaire romance. If you don’t like a sprinkle of shock, a dash of taboo, and a heavy dose of sex, then don’t take a sip of this TOP SHELF cocktail. BASTARDS_TEASER2 BASTARDS_TEASER1
About the Author:
Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling author of hot, dark and dirty romance. She is also an Amazon Top 100 bestselling author. Being a multi-published author in the romance genre, Alta is known for her dark, gritty alpha heroes, sometimes sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission. Connect with Alta Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AltaHensleyAuthor/ Amazon: http://amzn.to/2e4R1ii Twitter: https://twitter.com/AltaHensley Website: www.altahensley.com Join her mailing list: http://www.subscribepage.com/i0n8g9

Felicity Brandon with Taming Lady Lydia

Taming Lady Lydia

A Regency Lady requires a firm hand…

  When her father, Earl Franklin dies unexpectedly, eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia is sent to live with her guardian, the unknown and enigmatic Lord Thomas Markham. Initially eager to leave her new home, Lydia is indignant at her guardian’s firm and protective behaviour, but everything changes that first night when she accidentally discovers something shocking about life at Markham Hall…
Now, in spite of his rules and expectations, the young and indulged Lydia finds herself inexplicably drawn to her guardian. Lord Markham it seems, is a gentleman who will finally provide the firm hand she has always needed, and Lydia begins to crave his discipline, desiring him to take her over his knee and deliver a sound spanking.
With their affections for one another growing, Thomas and Lydia seem set for a bright future if only events would stop conspiring to tarnish their happiness. Can their burgeoning romance survive the scrutiny of Thomas’ mother, the Countess, and the interference of their peers? And can Lydia learn to live by Her Lordship’s governance, and find the happily ever after they so desire?


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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36181611-taming-lady-lydia



“You can either be a good girl, behave and obey my requests…” He pauses, watching my responses carefully. “Or, my love… you can resist me, try me, and be soundly spanked for your trouble. Do you know which you have chosen tonight?”
I swallow at the question, my hips raising beneath our entwined bodies as though they choose to answer for me. “I have disobeyed you,” I whisper.
He smiles, his brow rising wryly at my comment. “Yes,” he agrees, kissing me chastely on the lips. “And so you will be spanked.”
“I am sorry, Thomas,” I whimper, not really sure if I am truly sorry, or whether I just enjoy playing the heroine to his bondage scene.
He is already moving down my body as he replies. “Thank you, my love,” he replies, and there is genuine warmth in his tone. “But you know the rules. You are to be punished and then you will be pleasured.”

Author Bio:
International bestselling & award winning writer of BDSM, spanking erotic romance.
Voted Favourite Historical Fiction, 2016, Golden Flogger Finalist, 2016, and Spanking Romance Review runner-up, 2016.
Founding Wicked Pen writer.

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