Sunday, November 12, 2017

Sexy Reads Sunday - Libby Campbell

A Time for Will

“I said this last night but obviously you weren’t minding me. As long as I’m here, I’m the boss.”

 


Identical twins, Verity and Felicity (Lissie) Pettigrew inherit an abandoned farm in the remote hills of the Methow Valley. Little do the twins know, but their windfall harbors a secret. While exploring the old barn, Verity stumbles into a hidden portal and is instantly transported more than one hundred years into the past.

In 1885, on the same farm, Will Dawson is saddling his horse when a disturbance in a corner of the barn catches his attention. In his haste to rescue the gorgeous woman in the center of the disturbance, Will is flung far into the future.

Meanwhile, Lissie arrives on the farm looking for Verity, but finds the handsome, slightly suspicious cowboy instead. From their first words to one another, sparks fly.

Lissie’s modern manners and profane language offend Will. His solution? Some old-fashioned discipline delivered on the spot.

Affronted by Will’s distinctly un-twenty-first century approach to male/female relationships, Lissie challenges his authority at every turn in spite of nearly always ending up over his knee.

Meanwhile, Verity must deal with life in 1885. Although accepted into Will’s family, she longs to get back to the 21st century and the man she loves.

Can Will live in a future in which progress comes at the price of everything he holds dear? Can Lissie win him over, and teach him that women can be independent and willful but still soft and sexy? Will Verity find her way back to the man she loves?

Publishers note: This stand alone love story includes scenes of domestic discipline and spicy romance.


Buy links – Amazon – available on KU




Excerpt
The man was tall, over six feet, with broad shoulders and a slim waist. Clean-shaven with intense silver-grey eyes, he didn’t look happy to see them. This had to be another one of Verity’s practical jokes. His denim jeans, leather vest with deep pockets, and old-fashioned Stetson were straight from a costume store. His thin cotton shirt hugged him like a second skin, emphasizing his buff body. The only worrying detail was the gun and holster set.
Lissie pointed her chin at the revolver in his hand. “That’s not a very nice way to greet your hosts,” she said, trying to ignore the blood pounding in her ears. Verity had pulled some major pranks in her time but this was the first time she’d hired an actor to point a gun at her sisters. At least Verity had hired a hottie for this job.
“Who are you? Why are the two of you wearing men’s clothes?” The man frowned as he spoke, his slow drawl sounding out of place in the 21st century, even in this small country town.
“Who are you and what are you doing lighting fires on our land?” Lissie smiled sweetly, waiting for Verity to spring out of the bushes, yelling gotcha.
“I’m the one with the gun. Maybe you’d better start talking. My name is William Dawson. Mr. Dawson to you.”
“We’re innocent cowgirls, looking for our sister, Mr. Dawson, sir.” Even as she heaped on the sarcasm, it started to occur to Lissie this might not be a joke. His tone had been disapproving. Impatience still clouded his eyes. That made her bolder, if only to draw his attention away from Hope. “I’m Felicity and this is my sister, Hope. That’s Felicity and Hope to you.” Now might be a time not to give him too much information, she decided.
“I’ve been here a couple of hours now and you’re the first people I’ve seen.” He kept eyeing the truck nervously.
Lissie watched him. “What’s wrong with you? Never seen an F350 before?”
“No.” He looked at the girls one more time before slipping his gun back into its holster. “I don’t even know what an F350 is.”
“C’mon,” Lissie chided. “Have you been living under a rock? An F350 is a truck. They’re everywhere. This is mine.” She pointed to the blue one she’d just hopped out of. “And this one here belongs,” she pointed to Verity’s silver pick up, “to my sister. Verity came out here earlier today. She was going to organize the kitchen and bedrooms. Tomorrow the electricians are going to turn on the electricity to the house.”
“Electricity,” Will sounded out the word, as if it was Latin or Greek. “I’ve heard of that.”
Hope burst out laughing. “Okay, Verity,” she said to the bushes, “good joke. You can come out now.”
“I told you,” he said fiercely, “I’m the only one here.”
Lissie grinned. “I believe you, cowboy.” To keep his eyes off Hope, she moved closer, swinging her hips. In case he was some sort of psycho, she needed to do everything she could to save her little sister. She moved with far more confidence than she felt. As she approached him, she caught his grass, leather, and onions scent. It was a primal smell that spoke of hard work and honest labor. It was far more appealing than she wanted it to be.
If he was part of a practical joke, she’d make Verity pay. If he was something more dangerous than that, she wanted all his attention focused on her.  “What do you do when you’re not pranking innocent girls? Are you a movie extra or something?”
He narrowed his eyes at her as she sidled her body next to his.
She brushed some dust from his shoulder. “I’ve been asking Santa for someone like you my entire life. I guess the wait was worth it.” She ran her hand over the front of his leather vest. “This is nice and soft, just like your lips, I bet.” She made a kissy face at him.
He caught her wrist. “What sort of a girl are you, talking to a man like that?” His grey eyes glinted with outrage.
“I’m a modern sort of a girl,” she said. “I take what I like.” She reached with her other hand and stroked the dark hair that curled around his ears and under his hat. “Nice.”
Before she could register what he was doing, he grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back. His long, muscular fingers held her two wrists together effortlessly.

Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books:

The Romancing the Coast Series
Seeing Ronnie.(Book 1)
Holding Cynthia (Book 2)

Simon in Charge – 3 book boxset

Libby Campbell, spanking writer and mischief maker

Libby Campbell writes in the bay window of her mock-Tudor home, fueled by coffee, chocolate, and many cups of fragrant tea. Sharing a love of hiking, road trips, and an occasional night of dancing, Libby and her husband live on a rocky island in the Pacific Northwest.

Libby savors her evening bubble baths where she sings along to her favorite music, safe in the knowledge that no one can hear her. She loves all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big ones who think they are lap dogs. A woman for all seasons, Libby is happy cuddling in front of a winter fire, watching a summer sunset, listening to birds in the spring, and walking in the autumn rain.

Optimistic by nature, Libby wants a solid HEA in her reading and her writing. She writes the stories she wants to read. To see what she’s working on now, or how she formed her earlier novels, visit her Pinterest boards where she pins pictures that inspire her characters and their worlds.

Connect with Libby Campbell on social media:

Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell
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Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Wip-It- Up Wednesday- While I'm away



Hi Wip-it-uppers! I'm actually on a plane to San Diego right now- on my way to meet Author and Graphic Artist Allysa Hart for the very first time! I'm so excited!  We are going to have a freaking blast, even if it is a very short visit.

But I digress, I know why you're really here. You want to see more from my hot cowboys. I get it.

Blake, Slade and Merry are still in the process of resolving some old issues....

****
My hands shook as I stared up at the intimidating figure towering over me. I knew without a doubt the words he spoke were true. Slade didn’t lie. Now I just had to make myself believe them. My mouth opened, in question, but the words never formed.
Blake had freed his belt of its buckle and was advancing on me, working the thick worn leather through the loops of his jeans. All the while, his eyes never left mine.  When it was free, he folded it in half and shook it in my face. “I ought to take this belt to your bottom right now, baby girl for the lies you’re telling yourself.”
I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat at the sight of the worn, familiar leather. “What..What lies?”
“What lies?” Slade asked, incredulously. “The lie that this is only to do with clearing the air of the past, or about making Nan happy for one.”
“The lie that it doesn’t make your pussy wet when we call you our baby girl, or little one.”                                                                                                                                                                      
“I’m not yours!” I cried, wishing I could close my eyes and ignore the smoldering looks shooting in my direction. “You don’t want me!”
 Blake dropped the belt onto the hard wood floor, and grabbed my ponytail, holding it tight and firm. I could hardly breathe with anticipation when his free hand cupped my pussy. 

“You, baby girl, are the only one I want. I’ve wanted nothing but you for years. I want you in the middle of the day when I’m riding the trails, and late at night when I’m tossing and turning in my bed wondering if I will ever see you again. I want you right now, and I will still want you tomorrow. Do you understand me?”

****
ummmm..... I love Blake #teamBlake
See you next week!

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Sexy Reads Sunday - Maggie Carpenter and her dominant billionaire

 

The Billionaire's Beach: Shark Fin (Alpha Male Masters Series 7)

 

 

  BEWARE: TRESPASSERS WILL BE TAKEN IN HAND!

Avery Madison is enraged! A farm girl from Montana and struggling interior decorator, she has been trespassing on a private beach as payback for a broken promise, but the owner caught her and she’s paid the price.

Dominant and disciplinarian Dean Guthrie has been irritated by a young woman disrupting his solitude. Finally catching her he does what comes naturally. He pulls her over his knee. To his surprise when the spanking is over she remains defiant, and storms into the sea to swim away.

She doesn't notice the menace lurking in the shallow depths, and it's thanks to his frantic shouts she barely escapes the jaws of the great white shark.

As she falls into his arms at the water's edge he suddenly recognizes the dark-haired green-eyed beauty. Months before she'd begged him to look at her ideas for his house. Though he'd agreed and was eager to see her again the portfolio had failed to appear. Who interfered, and why?

If you enjoy a creative take-charge alpha male with a hot hand, and a feisty female learning about the joys of surrender, you'll love this riveting suspense romance. Grab your sunscreen and click the link today.

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A ripple of something indefinable was moving through his body. He’d wronged her, but who was she, and what had he done?
“This isn’t about me owning this property,” he exclaimed. “Tell me, dammit. What’s going on with you?”
“I’m leaving, that’s what’s going on with me,” she snapped, and turning away she hurried towards the water, but to his surprise she abruptly stopped, spun around, and glowered at him. “I’m glad I was irritating, I’m glad I messed with your perfect little world,” she shouted. “Maybe I was wrong to trespass, but you deserved every aggravating moment, and I might have a sore backside but it’s worth it. It’s time you did some thinking…asshole!”
As she stormed off a second time, he stared after her in complete disbelief. The bikini-clad, beautiful young woman had been the source of ongoing irritation for many weeks, and he’d done what came naturally.  He was a dominant, spanking was as inherent as breathing, but had he acted too quickly? Clearly there was more to the story, but why hadn’t she told him? He thought about chasing after her but changed his mind. She was in a state, and he wasn’t feeling particularly happy either. Striding across to the staircase he punched the code into the gate keypad and started up the steps. His habit was to take them two at a time for exercise. He’d been tempted to put in an electric chair, but he liked the forced workout.
“Avery Madison,” he muttered. “I’d remember that name, but her voice, I know her voice, dammit.”
She had a knock-out body, but how could he recognize any woman wearing such large dark sunglasses? Any time he’d studied her through the telescope they’d covered her face. Had it been purposeful? Had she deliberately been hiding behind them so he wouldn’t recognize her?
“Dammit. I should have made her take them off. What’s wrong with me?”
He couldn’t abide sand in his house, and before entering he made it a point to clean it off with a brush he kept hanging on the railing. As he swept his feet and legs he continued pondering, and moving inside he headed up the stairs to his bedroom. As he dropped his clothes into the bathroom hamper, and washed his hands and face, the young woman’s attitude and words continued to weigh on his mind.
“We’ve met,” he mumbled. “I can feel it, and I know your voice. It’ll come to me. Once I calm down, it’ll come to me.”
Quickly dressing in comfortable slacks and a thin v-neck cashmere sweater, he moved swiftly back to the kitchen and filled a mug with coffee from his built-in coffeemaker. Curious to see if she’d left he carried the hot drink outside to the deck, and walking to the railing he stared down at his beach. To his surprise he saw her standing thigh-deep in the water. The baseball cap was gone, and her long dark hair was flirting with the wind. The sun, huge and low on the horizon, was sending a myriad of colors across the sky and sea. The sight was breathtaking. It was a photograph waiting to be taken.
Hurrying inside he grabbed his phone, moved quickly back to the railing and framed the shot. He snapped the picture, and as he stared at the captured image he felt a strange stirring in his soul. He glanced down at her, and to his surprise she turned around and gazed up at him. Had she felt his eyes on her? The moment felt almost ethereal, and impulsively he raised his hand in a simple wave. As she briefly lifted hers in response, he wanted to run down the stairs and pull her out of the water. Without those damn sunglasses he’d know her, he was sure of it, but she had already turned back to face the sea and was moving slowly forward.
“I’m going to have this printed out,” he mumbled looking back at the photograph, then seeing what looked like a speck of dirt on the glass he brushed it aside.
It didn’t move.
He enlarged the image.
A shard of panic sliced through his being.
It was a shark’s fin, and it was perilously close to shore.
It was perilously close to her.
Author Info:        
Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.

Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2ihCNtp), a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, (http://amzn.to/2iE0cDa) contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women who bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, dominant men.

Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.

This author loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website: www.MaggieCarpenter.com. To sample her work for free, go to, www.3FreeBooks.com.
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Saturday, November 4, 2017

#Sat Spanks- Throwback to Catching Her Cowboy Daddy

Hi Sat Spankers!

I just finished writing my second ever western, so today, I thought I would throw back to my first.

This is an excerpt from Catching Her Cowboy Daddy.

“Little girl,” he growled. “I really do not have time for these ridiculous games. You were looking for a ride, and I offered one. Now get in the truck, before I bend you over and whoop your butt right here in front of God and anybody that happens to pass by.”
Francesca’s face flamed as she glared at him defiantly. “Get a grip, Finley. You aren’t my father.”

He had to laugh. “We both know Joe never laid a hand on you, if he had, maybe you wouldn’t be such a stubborn spoiled brat. Maybe when someone tried to offer you help in the form of a ride, to keep you from being raped or worse, you would have the good manners to say thank you and get in the damn truck without making them chase you all over tarnation.” 


Catching Her Cowboy Daddy

Of all the people to find Francesca Upton hitchhiking down the highway it had to be him… Finley Tucker has always been the forbidden fruit, dangling just out of her reach.

She thought she was over her silly infatuation, but from the moment Finn's hand connected with her Daisy Duke clad backside, Francesca's girlhood crush is reignited. But while Finn, bogged down by his own insecurities, rejects every one of her romantic advances, he can't seem to stop himself from offering to administer the discipline and care she never got as a child.

Will Francesca do what she always does and give up when she doesn't get exactly what she wants? OR will she dig in her heels and eventually change Finn's mind and his heart?





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Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Wip-it-up Wednesday - A spanking works best on a bare bottom


Hola Wip- it- uppers!  Happy November!

I'm just gonna jump straight to the main event- sharing a snippet from my book! We've heard from both Blake and Slade. I think it's time to hear from Merry.  This scene takes place shortly after her arrival back at the ranch for the first time in years. Seems like there are some unresolved issues between the three of them...But they won't stay unresolved for long.

****

The past twenty-four hours had been a figment of my overactive imagination. I was growing more sure of it by the second. Any second now, I would come to, probably to find myself surrounded by piles of dog shit in Mr. Harris’s yard. Or face down in an eighty nine cent burrito. Because that was my reality. Not this.
Not the men of my dreams, the two biggest regrets of my life, offering to share me. Wanting to have me together. What did that even mean?
For now though, whether it was real or not, they were both staring at me expectantly. “I…” Oh what the hell. Why not? It wasn’t real anyway, and it would make for one hell of a hot dream. “Okay, sure. Whatever.” Dream me was no more eloquent than real me, it seemed.
“That’s my good girl,” Dream Slade murmered sweetly in my ear. I melted.
“A very good choice little girl,” Blake, or the dream version of him, anyway, spoke in a deep timbre that had shivers racing down my spine. “Stand up then, and lose the jeans.”
Slade helped me off his lap, and I fingered the buckle of my belt, while they both looked on.
“Get a move on, baby girl,” Blake growled. “Before I do it for you.”
That was all the encouragement I needed to have my jeans pooled around my ankles in a hot minute. I quickly stepped out of them, and waited for instruction, still half in a state of disbelief. This could not be real life.
Slade made a twirling motion in the air with his finger. “Turn, and bend over the bed.”
I obeyed, without thinking, and before I knew it, my panties were huddled around my feet.

“A spanking works best on a bare bottom, baby girl.”
****

Indeed it does. See ya next week!

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Sexy Reads Sunday - Constance Masters is here with A Firm-Handed Man

A Firm-Handed Man

by Constance Masters

After a night out with friends, twenty-five-year-old Mikala Black makes an extremely foolish decision that puts her in danger and ultimately results in her being left stranded by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. When her plight is finally noticed by the driver of a passing car, her rescuer turns out to be Andrew Weatherly, an old high school classmate.

Andrew is no longer the boy she remembers as her chemistry lab partner, however. He is a tall, handsome, confident man now, and it sets Mikala's heart racing when he scolds her for her reckless behavior. Despite her best efforts to respond to his lecture with nothing but indignation, Andrew's declaration that she is in need of a long, hard spanking leaves her intensely aroused.

Mikala has dreamed for years of finding a man who will not be afraid to take her in hand, and she cannot help wondering if Andrew would follow through on his threat. She soon learns the hard way that he will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she pushes him too far with her defiant attitude.

Over the coming weeks, a romance blossoms between them, and though Mikala often finds herself with a bright-red, sore bottom, being kept in line by a firm-handed man is everything she hoped it would be. But when the demands of Andrew's job put a strain on their relationship, will Mikala's over-the-top reaction end up tearing apart everything they've built together?

Publisher's Note: A Firm-Handed Man includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Buy Links:



Amazon CA: https://goo.gl/XawaLq  


 Excerpt:
“You can lose the cockiness, you smartass,” Mikki shouted as she spun to face him. Now she was angry, more so now that she could see the smugness in Drew’s eyes. “I know this isn’t funny! I was there!” Then it happened. She didn’t mean to do it, all she wanted was to get that look off Drew’s face but her hand, her whole arm really had a mind of its own. It happened so fast. Mikki stepped forward and swung her arm so hard that her hand connected with the side of Drew’s stubble-shadowed face, leaving a bright red imprint of her hand. Crap. Well, she achieved what she set out to do; the look was gone, replaced momentarily by a shocked expression that unfortunately didn’t last. He pursed his lips and advanced on her with purpose. The look on his face could only be described as determined.
“Oh, you have done it now,” he said.
He said it with a chuckle but there was no laughter in those blue eyes. She had seen that look before in the countless spanking scenes she had watched over and over. She, Mikala Black, was about to get it but it was scarier than she imagined. “No, now look, I’m really sorry,” she said, putting her hands up to ward him off.
“Oh, I just bet you are—now—after the fact.”
“See, it’s been a very disturbing evening and—” Christ, once again she found herself over his shoulder. Did he not realize she wasn’t waif-like? “Wait, I need to explain.”
“Not interested at this point, little girl. I have contained myself all evening but you slapped me and now the decision has been made.”
“But you smacked me! Twice!”
“Oh, don’t you even,” he said, his hand connecting with her bottom so much harder than it had the other times. “Those were pats. That was a slap and a face slap, you are about to learn, is considered in my book to be laying down the gauntlet.” He sat on her couch and yanked her over his knees, his hand immediately spanking her wriggling bottom solidly several times.
“Ouch, that’s too hard! Drew, you’re hurting me.
“Good. I hope I make your bottom burn so much that every time you sit on it you remember what got you in this position.”
“I’m sorry, please.” Mikki’s hand shot back to try to slow down the barrage of smacks that were setting her rear end on fire, but she soon found her hand snatched up by a much larger one.
“You have been cruising for this spanking from the minute you got into my car.” His hand fell heavily on her sweats-covered behind. “No, I take that back; from the moment you got into a stranger’s car, after you got so drunk that you didn’t recognize that the stranger you got into a car with was a kid.”
Each of his words was punctuated with a whack that flattened one of her cheeks. It stung and it was hard to keep still. “Drew, stop!” she cried.
“That was the most dangerous thing of all. An eighteen-year-old on a mission to get laid. His dignity was at stake, he was trying to impress his friends, and it could have all gone very wrong.”

A bit about Constance:

Constance Masters is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author.

She writes romantic spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance.

Constance has always been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It's a lot like her life.


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Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Wip-it-up Wednesday - Merry's Christmas Cowboys!


So last week, I shared a bit of my upcoming Christmas Western Menage with you- and I forgot to tell you the title! It's Merry's Christmas Cowboys.

Last week, I showed a flashback scene in Cowboy Blake's POV.  This week I will share a scene written from Daddy Slade's POV.


****
My eyes narrowed to slits, and my answer came between gritted teeth. “The Ranch is your home. Nan, and Blake, and I, we’re your family.”
“You’ve never told Nan what really happened between us, have you? And now, she wants me back, and you and Blake would rather put up with me than tell her the truth and risk her wrath, is that it?”
My hands balled into fists at my side. “No, Merry, that’s not it. If it’s that important to you, I’ll call Nan and tell her the truth right now, but I can guarantee you it’s not going to change a damn thing so all you are doing here is stalling the inevitable.”
Her head jerked up and down. I had never seen so much sarcasm packed into a simple head nod before. “The inevitable, huh? Which is?”
The inevitable in my mind at the moment was her butt, my hand and Blake’s belt, but I wasn’t going to say that. “You, home, where you belong. We never asked you to leave, little one. You did that on your own.”
“You never would have. I knew that then, and I know it now. But I didn’t deserve to stay, and I don’t deserve to go back.”
This was a dead end convo, going nowhere. She had a gift for getting under my skin that way. I pulled myself back to a standing position, and strutted down the small hall without a word. I opened each door as I went, until I found the bedroom. Merry was hot on my heels.
“Slade! Slade David! What are you doing? You can’t just come here, into my home, and invade my privacy like this! Get out of my bedroom!” She was jumping on me, grabbing for my arms, and trying her hardest to stay my mission. It wasn’t working. I shrugged her off, and opened the closet, pulling two large suitcases off the top shelf, and tossing them open, onto the bed. Armfuls of clothes and shoes followed.
“What are you doing?” she shrieked, pulling clothes out as quickly as I put them in. I grabbed her wrist and held it.

“I’m helping you pack. Talking was getting us nowhere, and I’ve always been more of an action man, anyway. Now you can either help me, or you can sit down and be quiet, but if you get in my way again, you’re gonna find out what my next course of action will be, capiche?” 
****
I think he's gonna get his way....