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Winterland Daddies
By  Rayanna Jamison
Release: December 8,2017

“My Daddy. My Dom. I loved them both.”

Blurb 
My Daddy. My Dom. Each held a special place in my heart, but they hadn’t known about each other. Until that day.
Unable to choose between them, I ran away, intending to make a new life for myself, far away. Life doesn’t always work out the way you plan—this year, they came back for me.
I still love them both, and they still love me, but one thing has changed. They have learned to share.
Publisher’s Note: This book contains stern punishments and graphic sexual scenes, including menage scenes. If you find any of these offensive, this book is not for you.

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Excerpt 1
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 hardwood 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?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, the old familiar title falling from my lips in a squeak. There was no more interaction between the two of us as Slade came to stand beside me. One large hand rested on my bare backside, and the other gripped the back of my neck as he leaned in close to whisper in my ear.
“I feel the same little one. I am your Daddy. I have always been your Daddy, and unless you tell me you want otherwise, I plan to always be your Daddy. And since the moment I set eyes on you again, I have wanted nothing more than to hear that name fall from your pretty little lips.”
That one was harder. Daddy was a term that meant something. A lot more personal than Sir, in my opinion. I nodded, but I couldn’t make my mouth form the words he wanted to hear. Not yet.
“It’s okay, little one,” he whispered, squeezing my butt. “It’s been a long time. You don’t remember what it’s like to have a Daddy. Or a Dom, I’m sure. But we’re going to remind you. And this time, you’ll see what it’s like to have both. At the same time.”
I didn’t nod or even move. I was beyond coherent thought, other than this was the fucking hottest, scariest thing that had ever happened to me, and I had to be dreaming. I had never been this lucky in my life.

Excerpt 2
At six twenty-nine, I flung myself on the bed, propping myself on one elbow, and wearing what I hoped was a come hither gaze. At exactly six thirty, the door opened, and my body reacted instantly, as my two shirtless cowboys entered the room, wearing nothing but sexy smiles and worn out Levis. Hot damn. Any woman would consider herself lucky to have even one of them. How on earth had I gotten lucky enough to have both, and how long would it last?
They stood there, filling the entrance, their eyes roaming over my body. I tingled with self-consciousness, and every nerve on my body seemed to sizzle with electricity. My panties were nearly already soaked through with my own arousal, and they hadn’t even entered the room yet. If that was any hint as to how the rest of the night was going to go, I was a goner.
My face flamed as they stared at me and I willed them to make a move. Finally matching their gaze with my own, I pleaded silently with Slade to put me out of my misery. But it wasn’t Slade that made the first move. It was Blake.
Blake, who sauntered in slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he made his way to the bed. Blake who stopped just shy of the edge of the bed, and wordlessly removed his jeans, revealing a sexy pair of Black boxer briefs, that truly left little to the imagination. It was Blake who climbed atop me on the bed, covering his body with mine, and his lips who claimed mine in a hot and passionate kiss, that left no question that though tonight was my reward, he was the one in charge

Excerpt 3
“That’s enough of that, baby girl. It’s time for your punishment fucking.”
Her chin quivered, and her eyes widened, but her nipples betrayed her, puckering with arousal. “P-punishment fucking?” she stammered, her eyes ricocheting between my face, and Slade’s who had joined us on the bed.
“Oh yes, little girl,” Slade whispered. “Naughty girls who need reminders of who’s in charge get fucked like bad girls.”
“How do bad girls get fucked?” she squeaked.
“However we want to fuck them,” I answered simply. “Now get up on your knees.”
She obeyed quickly, and I reached behind her tapping the base of the plug. “Should I leave this in, or take it out? I wonder…”
The question was a rhetorical one, and she knew better than to answer, but her eyes begged me to remove it. I let Slade do the honors.
“There,” I said, once it was on the nightstand beside the bed. “That will make it much easier for us to both fuck you at once. Maybe I’ll put it back in once we’re done.”
Slade stayed behind her, and I in front.
“A good punishment fuck is all about us. We will use you however we please, and you will give us pleasure at our request. When we are done, you will be shaking with need, and begging us to let you come. You will cry out apologies and promises, and swear up and down to be a good girl for the rest of your life. You will be a subby pile of baby girl goo, or we haven’t done our jobs right. And we always do our jobs right, don’t we?”

Excerpt 4
“We will reach the ranch in forty-five minutes. If there are things you need to say, say them now.”
I shook my head, and watched as the tears fell onto my legs, darkening the denim where they hit my jeans.
“Then I will talk.”
Please don’t, I whispered inwardly, but didn’t speak it out loud. I knew well enough to know arguing was pointless.
“The ranch is your home, and we are your family. That has never changed, and it never will. Your absence didn’t change it, nor did your mistakes, or for that matter ours. You’re nervous about seeing Blake, I can see it on your face, but I will tell you, that as nervous as you are, Blake is equally nervous if not more so. You need to listen, now, and hear me good. That day, in your room, we all made mistakes. Not just you. Every single one of us. We never should have asked you to choose, or ran off without hearing your side of the story, that was wrong of us. We need your forgiveness, just as much as you need ours. I hope that is something we can all give.”
The tears fell hard and fast as I listened, not fully believing the words he was saying, even though I wanted to. Oh god, how I wanted to.
“If you are willing, Merry, Blake and I both are. We are willing to talk, and listen, and forgive, and receive forgiveness and move forward.”
I nodded, wanting it more than I could express with words. Each sentence he spoke lifted my heart and sent a chill down my spine. Especially the last one.
“But, I will warn you, Meredith, that things have changed. Things will not be the same. If we move forward, it will be together.”
17. Author Bio
Writing has been a passion of mine since I was 9 years old, and I always dreamed of becoming an author, but life happens and sometimes that first step seems like a giant leap. I credit a life changing move from the Oregon to Utah in the fall of 2013 as the catalyst that began my writing career.
I now reside in Southern Utah with my husband, my two children, two dogs, my mother, my 90 year old grandfather and a lizard named Leo.
I write what I love to read, which is fun romantic stories about submission in its many forms, and often joke that my stories get slightly dirtier with each one I write. When I am not writing, I enjoy my passions, which include cooking, drinking good coffee and good wine, shopping for crazy knee socks, celebrating with sushi for every occasion, and most of all spending time with my friends and family.

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Title: I Burned Down His House  (Love At First Crime series book 3)

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I Burned Down His House is book 3 in the Love At First Crime series. It can easily be read as a standalone. This is by far my favorite book in the series. It had me laughing from the very beginning. It has a well written story and absolutely amazing characters. I love how in each book all of the previous characters are there. I love being able to keep tabs on my favorite old characters and be introduced to new ones as well. This story pretty much had it all for me. Laugh out loud funny, just enough of the feels, mystery/suspense, and the BEST DOG EVER! Read this book! I hope everyone loves this book as much as I did!
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Mischief Under the Mistletoe: Fourteen fierce festive stories in one AMAZING anthology extravaganza, fresh from international and number one bestselling authors alongside hot new talent! Editor’s Note: These delightfully naughty Christmas spanking stories feature scorching romance and BDSM. Some involve age play, all involve spanking. There’s also a bit of LGBT+, some magic, and a drunken incident with a photocopier. If this isn’t your scene, it might be better to find a nice book about knitting lamp shades, instead.

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


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

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

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

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

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

Gracie Malling, All Work and No Play
It’s hard to focus at work when your boss also happens to be your Dom, and Mia is finding it increasingly difficult to balance her work life with her kink life. Christmas, however, is an excellent distraction, and Mia is determined that their first ever office Christmas party will be one to remember. And it will… just for all the wrong reasons!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Maren Smith, The Doll-Maker
Excerpt:I like Christmas music.
“I like it too,” Calder said, alternately smoothing and shaving and smoothing again as he carved delicate collarbones beneath her slender neck and rounded her shoulders. He gave her breasts definition, something he hadn’t bothered to do on any of his previous dolls. Because they were dolls, and in his mind the only thing worse than the kind of pervert who’d pull his artwork off the mantel to check how anatomically correct it might be beneath its clothing, was the pervert who made it anatomically correct in the first place.
You’re going to sell me? An imagination was a terrible thing, especially when it made poor Ailsa’s voice in his head crack with worry.
“Never,” he assured her. “You’re for me and me alone.”
The icing on the crazy cake. He really was playing with dolls; his mom would be so… well, all right. She’d be horrified, but also Johnny-on-the-spot with an I-told-you-so.
Ailsa giggled. I don’t mind if you play with me.
To be thinking of playing at all while he was adding little button tips to the crown of each breast. He tsked. “Don’t distract me.”
Play with me, she both pouted and smiled.
“Don’t go tempting fire,” he warned with a smile. “You have no idea what my kind of play entails.”
It had been seven years, but he still had a few of his old toys packed away in the bedroom rafters. A lovely cherry-wood paddle, eighteen inches long and much too big and wieldy for Ailsa’s tender little bottom. An old oak hairbrush, pale with dirty bristles, but which could still pack a sting that would make her dance and howl across his knee.
Play with me, she sighed.
“Interrupt me work again,” he told her, injecting his low southern drawl with as much Scots as he could muster, “and I’ll be taken ye to the woodshed for a good and proper skelping. Me Grand-da’s strop still hangs out there. It’ll dance ye a merry jig, and one ye’ll naw be likin’. Ye ken me noo?”
She answered his threat with a giggling squeal, but her voice in his head fell silent. At least until he carved out her ribs. It tickles!
“I’ll give you a tickle,” he warned, but he was smiling as he did it. He smoothed and carved, shaped and defined, and smiled as she laughed helplessly while her torso lost its unrealistic Barbie doll shape and took on the form of a woman. A real woman, with a real waist that he had no desire to over exaggerate, and real hips that curved the way a woman’s hips were supposed to. He turned her over in his hand, careful of her arms while he went to work upon her back.
I like this, she whispered as he alternated between tools, shaping and smudging, shaving away the excess as he cut in shoulder blades. He gave her muscle definition and a spine that led from the base of her neck all the way down to the top of the buttocks he began to form. It’s like a massage.
He said nothing, but he couldn’t stop thinking of how it would feel to run his bare hand down the length of her bare back. Caressing her skin to skin, with nothing to stand as a barrier between them.
I like this, she moaned, the way a real woman would if ever he got one again beneath his hands. Her back to his chest, his hands rubbing her shoulders, caressing from hair to hips and back again, encouraging her with every pass to bend herself over. Head down, ass up.
Arch your hips, baby, he would tell her. He could already see Ailsa looking back at him over her shoulder, not so much an innocent now as she was seductive. He could see her shifting her legs wider to offer for his approval all the parts of her that he hadn’t yet sculpted. He gave her hips a little more rounding, to make of them a proper handful. Something to grip and hold as he positioned himself behind her. He gave her a nice ass too, something capable of taking a good pounding and the occasional erotic smack.
Her moans turned breathy, and the rise and fall of her perfect breasts quickened. Please…
He rolled out her lower limbs, making them slender legs, the kind he couldn’t wait to spread, to scrape his fingernails up to see if she would arch and writhe, and to hear the subtle shift in her gasps as he reached between them to cup and hold, and own the folds growing moist against his palm.
“Who owns this?” he’d demand of her, barely aware that he was saying it out loud now.
You do, Ailsa sighed.

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

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Amelia Smarts, Abby’s Wish
Excerpt
“You disobeyed me. What happens when you disobey?”
Abby twisted the fabric of her pink mid-thigh-length nightie in her hands. “Well, usually I get spanked.” She peeked up at him through her lashes. “But maybe this time Daddy will go easy on me since it’s Christmastime and because I’m really, really sorry.”
He scoffed. “You don’t look sorry. You look like a brat trying to get out of punishment.”
She giggled again. It was true, she wasn’t all that sorry. In fact, she was more turned on than anything else. Clay looked so hot, standing there all serious with a chiding expression on his face. She saw a smile pulling at the edges of his lips. It disappeared quickly, but it was reassuring nonetheless. He was nowhere near angry with her.
Abby circled her arms around his neck, jumped up, and wrapped her legs around his torso. He let out an oomph and caught her. His hands gripped her bottom cheeks hard, his fingers digging into her panty-clad cheeks.
“I love climbing on you, Daddy. You’re like a big, strong mountain.”
He gave her ass a smack. “I see what you’re doing. Don’t think being cute is going to get you out of a punishment.” He walked with purpose toward the stairs and climbed up to their room, with Abby clinging to him like a child being taken to bed.
“I wasn’t trying to be cute,” she protested. “It comes naturally.” She giggled.
He shook his head. “Not gonna work.” He leaned forward over the bed and peeled her off of him. She dropped on her back against the mattress and bounced once, only to be flipped over mid-bounce and planted on her stomach.
Clay sat on the bed next to her and lifted her nightgown. The cool air wafted over her bottom. The thin panties provided no coverage whatsoever from the nip in the air. They wouldn’t provide much coverage in a spanking either. Still, Clay didn’t allow panties during a bottom-warming, so it didn’t surprise her when he tugged them all the way down to her knees.

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

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Delia Grace, The Chalet

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

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

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

I blushed unsure how to worm my way out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jaye Elise, The Kink of the Magi

Excerpt:
“I think my girl deserves something extra special tonight,” he stroked her upturned ass, kneading her taut flesh as she squirmed across his lap and dug into his erection. “Something to remind her how much Daddy appreciates her. Something that lets her know how precious she is.”
Peeling her pink cotton panties down her plump thighs, Kurt reveled in the sight of her gorgeous ass laid bare just for him. It had only gotten more beautiful with time—creamy, round, and inviting—and he was convinced that 14 years of wedded bliss and nightly spankings were responsible for the stunning sight before him.
“Please, Daddy,” she whimpered, and he watched as his slow build-up and seductive promises took hold of her body and infused her barely visible sex with glistening wetness. “Please give me my spanking.”
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered one last time before bringing his hand down across the join of her ass and thighs. He hadn’t clipped her too hard, just firm enough to let her know they were starting, yet the gasp and subsequent moan he drew from her lips told him everything he needed to know. It was going to be a wonderful evening.

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

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Shelly Douglas, Christmas With a Little Twist

Excerpt:
“Are you not happy with the type of attention I’m providing?”
She rubbed her moist eyes with the back of her hand. “I probably just drank too much wine tonight.”
“I’m sure that’s a possibility, but just to make sure, I think you need a good hard spankin’ to remind you how to behave.”
Sliding off his lap, Sammie attempted a last-minute escape, but he turned her around and administered three hard smacks to her panty-covered behind. “By the end of the night, sweet girl, you will have more love and attention from your daddy than you ever thought possible.”
“This isn’t necessary. I’ve learned my lesson,” she said quietly. “I’m not trying to upset Jessie …”
“I know you’re not being nasty. You don’t have a mean bone in your body. I just think long overdue desires are taking over your mind. Now, get yourself over my knee, so we can do this and be done. It’s been a long day, and we’re both tired.”She stalled at first, but finally and reluctantly bent herself over his lap. “Can’t we just go to sleep and talk about this in the morning?”After hooking his thumbs under the lace waistband of her cotton panties, he slid them down her thighs and placed his large hand on her warm, bare bottom. Craning her neck, she gave him her best puppy dog stare, but his grip on her waist to keep her in position was steadfast.“And by the way, this is necessary right now, because I say it is. Now, tell me why I need to discipline you, young lady.” “B-Because I acted out in front of Trent and Jessie?” she sputtered in a small cracked voice.Instantly, Pete delivered a brisk slap to her rear end as he continued their conversation in a casual tone. “And …” “I poured a third glass of wine tonight when you’ve told me about a million times that two is enough?” Another sharp smack to her poor ass landed again. “Keep going …”“Oh God! I’ve been warned about being disrespectful before, but I baited you anyway,” she whimpered as her eyes leaked tears of true remorse. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”Though she apologized profusely, his flat, calloused palm showed no mercy as he smacked her poor reddened behind. “The next time you disobey me, you’ll be feeling the lick of my belt on your bare bottom instead of my hand. Is that what you want, young lady? For Daddy to give you a good lickin’ with his belt?” Except for several warnings to stay in position, Pete’s firm hand disciplined every inch of Sammie’s backside, and then he made sure to swat the tender skin underneath each burning mound twice to teach her an important lesson.“Please stop! I promise to be a good girl!”His square jaw was clenched tight, and her face was drenched with tears as she slumped over his knee in exhaustion. But when he gently moved her off his lap, Pete looked down and grinned at a rather large wet stain on his khaki pants that happened to be puddled right next to the hard bar pulsing underneath the soft fabric.His groan was audible as he studied his wife’s hungry eyes that seemed to be pleading for a happy ending. And he wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless at that moment.

Jesus Christ.

Her submissive pose was delicious with panties draped around her knees as she clamped her thighs together in an obvious attempt to keep the copious moisture from sliding down her legs. But he knew that his point still needed to be made.“In the corner,” he directed, pointing to the other side of the room trying to ignore the aching need pressing against his zipper.
Author Bio: Born, raised, and still residing in Western Pennsylvania, Shelly Douglas creates fiction that is a combination of her actual experiences and a fantasy world which she’s been immersing herself in since she was a young girl. Her books usually involve authentic personalities engaged in a struggle with who they really are on the inside, and she makes sure that her heroes and heroines always find a happy-ever-after at the end of their long journey.

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Gracie Malling, All Work and No Play

Excerpt:
“Not so fast, little girl!”
I freeze, five stairs up, and then look back over my shoulder to see Will standing in the hallway glaring up at me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, trying my best to look innocent.
“Back down here. Now.” He takes off his thick winter coat and hangs it up behind the door, never breaking eye contact.
My belly clenches up in that gorgeous way that is both scary and hot as hell, and I tighten my grip on the bannister rail. “Why?”
“Mia Elizabeth Clarke, you are already in enough trouble as it is.” He raises his voice ever so slightly. “Here. Now.”
“But… but I already had corner time.”
Will grabs hold of the bannister rail and starts up the stairs after me.
I squeak and take the rest of the stairs at a run before sprinting along the landing, throwing open our bedroom door and flinging myself inside. This is a ridiculous plan, however, and I realise this moments later when Will strolls in, calm as you like, shuts the door firmly behind him and then stands there, arms crossed, expression hard and mouth set in a disapproving line.
I retreat until the backs of my thighs hit the bed, and then I sit down on the edge of it with a defeated whimper. “I’m sorry…”
He raises an eyebrow and takes a deliberate step towards me. “Sorry for what, young lady? For being a brat at work, for running off just now or for both?”
I hug my arms, press my cheek into my shoulder and mumble something incoherent.
“What was that?” His voice has that sharp edge to it that tells me I am in big trouble, but for some reason lovely submissive Mia seems to have disappeared since our little post-meeting chat and my brat persona has well and truly taken over.
“I said I don’t know,” I grumble, staring down at the carpet and still hugging my arms with my face averted.
“Stand up.”
I shake my head, squidging my cheek deeper into my shoulder, and stay put.
“Right.” In my peripheral vision, I see Will take two quick steps forwards and then he grabs hold of my hair and yanks me to my feet.
Before I have the chance to do anything more than shriek and wriggle, he sits down hard on the edge of the bed and drags me over his lap.
“You want to act like a brat, Mia?” he demands, his voice harsh, as he pulls up my sensible work skirt and hooks his fingers around the waistband of my knickers. “Well then, I’m going to treat you like a brat.”

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

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Molly Alvarado, Her Christmas Daddy

Excerpt:
His knee tucked between her thighs rubbed slightly at her crotch and Jenny reflexively thrust against it, blindly following the sensations racing through her. She fisted her hand in his hair, licking at his lips before foraying back into his mouth. Her muted cry of pleasure was matched by the deep rumblings in his chest. It was the best kiss of all her life, so good she feared she would expire from the pleasure.
His hands fumbled at her breasts, and it wasn’t until he closed his thumb and forefinger around her naked nipple that she realized he had taken off her bra. Then she felt her breath catch as he rolled the nipple in his fingers, his tongue still in her mouth. He lifted his head and looked down at her, even as his hand worked at her nipple.
“Oh God,” she cried, seeing him. And yet not seeing him, pleasure clouding her senses because there was no way a sensible Jenny would ever think of calling Jason the most beautiful man in the word. “I want, I want…” she tried to say, then fell back to the couch as another wave of pleasure swamped her.
“Tell me, baby,” he implored, still toying with the hard buds of her nipples, his fingers scattering every single cognitive thought pattern she had. “Tell me what you want.”

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

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Joelle Casteel, Santa Dom
Excerpt:
The overhead fan kept the air circulating even if it was still a little hotter in this room than the rest of their house. Jason had kicked the blankets off him, making a pile on the floor.
Kneeling on the blankets, Michael snatched his shirt off before leaning forward to suck Jason’s big toe into his mouth. He began to rub the foot as he lavished oral attention to each perfect toe. He lifted his gaze to Jason’s relaxed face to watch for signs of waking.
With a grunt and a moan, Jason yanked his foot from Michael. He rolled from his side onto his back. His fingers moved over the tubes as if to loosen the neck piece.
Michael brushed his fingers over Jason’s lower stomach, his fingers just settling into the extra flesh collected there. Love you forever, Sir. His attention pulled to Jason’s hard cock. He reached behind him to rub Jason’s legs as he leaned in to kiss the head, his tongue moving around the corona of his Sir’s perfect pleasure.
“Yes, boy,” Jason mumbled.
His tongue and mouth sliding down the shaft, Michael worshiped. His eyes slid closed when Jason grasped his head in both hands and took over. He hummed in appreciation at being of use, at giving Jason this sensation. His hands fell to the bed to prop up his chest.
“That’s my boy,” Jason growled.
Michael relaxed into a weightless state. He cupped his tongue against the shaft since Jason was moving him too fast for anything else.
Author Bio: Joelle Casteel is a writer who lives and writes outside the mainstream. A lifestyle submissive, she lives with her Master, adult daughter, and a brat cat named Donut, who looks away when she uses ASL to sign “Bitch Cat.” With the exception of her Master, her world is peopled by those who experience their gender and sexual attractions differently than the mainstream. Disability means she often finishes novels slower than others so you need to check back on her website to see what she’s doing now; being Autistic, she does best with the written word to keep touch with others.

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Brandy Golden, Marlie’s Christmas Keeper

Excerpt
His eyes twinkled with sudden mischief. “I suppose you can always whisper in your elf’s ear to have Santa bring me another place to rent that’s out of your hair,” he teased.
Marlie hated her gut clenching reaction to his smile. She didn’t want to be affected, didn’t want to like the man, didn’t want him here at all. He was going to interrupt her peace of mind, she just knew it. “I wouldn’t ask that rat bastard for anything,” she spat through clenched teeth. “And especially not through some dumb nameless doll.” She slapped the elf over and it fell on its back, its arms and legs sprawled out, but the stupid grin remained intact.
The air instantly changed and Max’s smile vanished. His long arms folded together on the table as he leaned towards her, his demeanor threatening. “It sounds to me like you need to be on Santa’s naughty list with that kind of language. And a good old fashioned over the knee spanking for the consequences.”
His pronouncement caught Marlie completely off guard and the queer sensation that shot through her entire body left her stunned. For the moment she was speechless as she processed the feelings rushing through her and tried to coalesce them all into something simple.
“And I better never hear you talk like that in front of my daughter or disillusion her about Christmas. If you do, I’ll be Santa’s helper and put you over my knee.” He picked up the doll she had slapped down and sat him upright, his eyes hard and gleaming. “And I’m not a doll you can slap down.”

Author Bio; As for me, I love books of all genres, but nothing better than a good romance story. There is no limit to the imagination. The mind can travel anywhere and a well written book is the transportation to exciting places where anything you can dream can happen. Alpha, take charge, protective heroes are always my favorite men and I love writing about them. If the feisty heroine gets herself in trouble and gets a well-deserved spanking, that’s just the icing on the cake.
I have lived in the midwest most of my life but have ventured into at least half of the fifty states and found plenty of inspiration for my books. I love history and do a lot of research when planning a book so I can be as realistic as possible in my time periods and settings. I want my readers to have a great experience and feel like they are in the setting as they follow the storyline.
I have a great family which includes five wonderful children and a patient husband. I’ve been writing for several years now and I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I love creating them for you.
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Katie Douglas, His Christmas Baby

Excerpt: “C’mon, little bunny, let’s go home and have some Christmas dinner.”
“Can’t we play out a little longer? Please?” Chloe begged.
“All right. But no more hide and seek.”
“That’s fine. TAG! You’re it!” She tapped his arm, shrieked with laughter, and tried to run away, but Bradley caught up with her easily.
“Tag,” he said, then swatted her bottom. She giggled and went after him. Every time she tagged him, he caught up with her and spanked her ass. It was the most fun she’d ever had playing tag. Tired out from all the running, she wasn’t surprised when he barreled into her and she landed face down on the soft ground.
He straddled her body, and swatted her bottom, hard. The sting went straight to her clit, awakening her body and making her nipples harden.
“Tag,” he murmured. “You’re it.”
She wiggled her bottom slightly, touching against his semi-hard cock, and replied, “Tag, you’re it.”
He landed another fiery spank on her ass and her clit throbbed as it tingled with desire.
“Tag,” he said in a dominant, primal growl. She giggled as her pussy clenched.
She flexed one of her arms and managed to touch his foot.
He swatted her ass again, making her moan with need as her core was flooded with glowing sensations and her clit beat in time with her pulse. She tried to raise one of her legs to tag him, but she couldn’t quite reach.
“Do you give up, little girl?” he asked sweetly. She nodded, rubbing her hair in the fallen leaves leftover from autumn. He swatted her bottom again then got off her. He scooped her up in his strong arms, repositioning her so she was cradled by him, and she rested her arms around his strong shoulders.
“I need to take you home and show you what happens to little girls who like to play tag with Daddy’s cock,” he whispered, and she shuddered in anticipation as he carried her the short distance to their home. Never had she felt so protected, so loved, and so turned on, all at the same time. She loved her daddy so much.
Author Bio: Katie Douglas is a number one bestselling author of romance and erotica. Katie is an incorrigible romantic and her books reflect that. Especially the incorrigible part. In her spare time she likes to run headfirst into impossible projects, especially if those projects involve travel and good food. Her other love is shoe shopping. She is currently masquerading as a librarian by day. Although, given that she lives in China, her day is probably night time where you are. So maybe she’s moonlighting as a librarian.

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Kelly Dawson, A Naughty Little Christmas

Excerpt:
“My, my!” he exclaimed at a whisper, one eyebrow raised. “You are very wet, princess. What are we going to do with you, little girl?” She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out as he slid one finger under the fabric covering her most intimate parts, and traced his finger upwards, to flick at her clit. She closed her eyes and fought against the moan building at the base of her throat. Damn. What was he doing to her? Here, in public? His finger delved inside her, deeper, up to the knuckle, while the rest of his hand stayed on the outside of her underwear, pushing aside the fabric now drenched with her juices, and slowly turned his wrist. She was going to explode. She could feel it … lightning sparked within her, sending bolts of electricity to her core, his thumb against her clit now, teasing gently, his strong fingers tormenting her, driving her wild with desire. She felt him grasp the gusset of her underwear in his fist and tug; the elastic tightened around her hips, digging into her. “Lift your butt.” The order was whispered, but it was definitely an order. One she dared not disobey. As discreetly as she could, she leaned backwards in the chair, lifting her hips up, her calf muscles screaming at her, being so tested after spending so long in high heels, and she felt Clay’s hand against her thigh as he tugged her knickers roughly down by the crotch. Her knickers at mid-thigh now, she lowered herself gently back into her chair, gasping at the sensation of the roughish dress material against her bare bottom. So scandalous! So naughty! Clay winked; she felt her face flush. She froze as he drew her knickers slowly down her legs, his eyes never once leaving hers. “Lift your left foot.” Again, that whispered command, but a command so full of authority that she dared not disobey. Still holding her gaze, fire burning brightly in his eyes, Clay leaned down low across the table, his fingers tugging the fabric of her underwear down her legs, over her ankle, then slipped it off over her raised foot. It caught on the heel of her shoe; a brief frown flitted across his face before she felt his fumbling fingers unhook the garment and clench it tightly in his fist again.
Author Bio: Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book – preferably one containing spanking!
A life-long closet-spanko, Kelly started writing spanking stories on every spare scrap of paper in the house as a child. So when she discovered the internet and spanking romance along with it, she was most excited. But it took her a good decade of devouring these stories before she got up the courage to submit her own. And now, here she is, 8 books later, with a plethora of ideas still to write!
She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat.

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Sheri Lynn, Rebecca the Red-Bottomed Reindeer

Excerpt:
Losing her balance, her knee slammed into the stage and her torso followed.  Planting her palms in front of her, she lifted her shoulders and breasts realizing she landed right smack in front of a customer.  The lights played havoc with her vision.  Not that it surprised her to have a man ogling her breasts, but she felt the intensity in his stare.  Raising her eyes, she glimpsed a furor in his eyes before he became enveloped in darkness again.  Looking down she noticed her necklace she never took off rotated from behind her neck and under her hair.  Her brother gave it to her and this man focused on it.
She figured it cost a fair amount, Australian Opals, a unique, lovely piece, but not something anyone might take note of the way this man fixated on it.  It meant more to her because it came from her brother.  He bought it years before he met his wife, April.  Back when he and his hot best friend, Jake took impromptu road trips.  This he picked up in Santa Fe.  Before she had time to react to her revelation, fingers clamped down over her upper arms.  He dragged her off the stage.  Kicking her legs, her feet, she searched for anything to halt this onslaught.  He had a tight grip on her which gave him the ability to keep her upper body from crashing with the table he vacated.  Her lower half didn’t fare as well.  Her left knee plopped on the table causing the table to rock and flip to its side.  This rotated her body smashing her to the floor on her right thigh.
It didn’t end there.  Their eyes met for a second.  Long enough for her to understand this wasn’t over.  Bending toward her, his left arm encircled her waist hauling her up from the dirty concrete floor.  Her feet dangled in front of him, her doe-tailed butt in the air.  Even with the music blaring, it didn’t mute the crack of the first thwack against her bare flesh.  She yelped unable to fathom he spanked her, a hard spanking, and in public.  He got a few more strikes in before the bouncers arrived.
Finding herself on her hands and knees, she looked up in time to see him receive a punch in the jaw.  “No!  Don’t hurt him!” she screamed as they forced him out of the building.  By the time she found the ability to stand, she ran out to find him, but didn’t see him anywhere.  Her knees shook and she found it difficult to breathe.  Leaning forward she rested her hands on her upper thighs.  Jake.  When was the last time she saw him before him tonight?  When she was in high school and he came over to the house for Thanksgiving?  Would he tell her brother that he saw her here?  She never expected anyone to find out.  With Jose’s Jewels being an hour and half from her hometown, she thought she could keep it a secret.

Author Bio: I grew up an Army brat, so my childhood involved moving every three years. However, truly a southern gal, I currently reside in Alabama with my husband, two Chihuahuas, two Golden Retrievers, a mean cat, turtle, and a teenage daughter. I have two sons, who live on their own, and a stepson and stepdaughter.
Romance novels have always been my first reading choice. I’m a hopeless romantic, and that trait materializes in every aspect of my life. “Wearing your heart on your sleeve” has been a common phrase repeatedly heard throughout my life. Writing romance and happily ever afters comes naturally.
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Allysa Hart, Santa’s “Little” Helpers

Excerpt:
All the lines of the deposition before me bled together as I stared at my notes. It was the same thing every day with a new client and a new case. The mundane pattern made work difficult, and I had long lost the fire and passion I used to feel for my cases. My clients did not deserve a half hearted attorney, something had to give.
I decided to pack up for the day just as the phone at my desk rang. I looked skeptically at the caller id, wondering if I should let it go to voicemail, but when I saw Derek’s number I couldn’t help but grin. The man had impeccable timing.
“Stark,” I answered out of habit. The sultry voice on the other side of the phone shook.
“H-Hello Mr. Stark. This is Erika Lane. I’m calling on behalf of Master Derek. Would you mind if I put you on hold while I transfer you?”
“Hello, Erika. How are you, little squirrel?”
“Me?” her voice squeaked.
“Yes, you. Is there someone else on the line I don’t know about?” I grinned. The little submissive fascinated me in a way no woman had in a long time. I loved to catch her off guard and listen to her stumble over her words or watch her squirm in her seat.
“N-no, Sir, I’m doing well, thank you for asking. I, um, Master Derek would like to speak to you. May I transfer you?”
“Trying to get rid of me so quickly?” I leaned back in my desk chair and crossed my legs, getting comfortable for the best conversation I’d had all day, all week for that matter. She was adorable, and she flipped all my dominant switches.
“N-no, Sir. Of course not. I-I’m just doing my job.”
Her voice shook with nerves, and I could bet my paycheck she was wiggling on a sore bottom as she practically begged to pass me off to Derek. I could listen to her voice all day, but I didn’t want to stress her out. “Okay little squirrel, go ahead and transfer me.”
Her audible sigh made me laugh out loud. “Thank you, please hold.”

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

Excerpt:
Kelly stood at the kitchen counter staring at the champagne bottle with indecision. What she’d contrived as a harmless indulgence a few minutes ago seemed like a much more severe offense now. Especially since Jim had added trust into the mix. Though he hadn’t come out and said it directly, he implied if she poured anything other than Ginger Ale into their glasses, she’d be violating his confidence. So, now what?
She still thought his edict of no champagne was overly strict, but the notion of deliberately damaging his belief in her didn’t sit well, either. She wasn’t naïve enough to think he hadn’t chosen his words on purpose, or that he didn’t suspect what she intended to do. The question was whether she’d really be betraying him if she followed through with her plan.
Why do things need to be so difficult? She walked over to the doorway. “Jim, could you come in here for a moment, please?”
He strode over and reached out to put his arms loosely about her hips. “Feelin’ guilty?” he inquired with an arched eyebrow.
She nodded, fighting a stupid urge to cry. “You did that deliberately, didn’t you?”
“What do you think?”
At least he didn’t try to play innocent. “I think you aren’t playing fair. It’s New Year’s,” she protested.
“Yeah. I know. And I also know you’d like to party a bit more than I want you to. The decision is yours, Kelly, just as it has always been.”

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

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

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New Release! 


Bear with Me

Everleigh Clark
Release Date: December 1, 2017
#PNR #romance

Buy link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077RR1GYB/

“I want to get to know every inch of your luscious body.”

“A bear shaped hole – my mating need fulfilled in you.”

A grizzly and a human that would never work, right?

The big bear of a man made Jane feel safer than she had in years…

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Blurb:
Bo Alexander has his hands full as temporary alpha of his little clan in Bear Paw River.
But then she shows up.
A gorgeous, curvy—human—single mother with a shifter son in tow. Between the kid’s bodily function jokes and the mating heat sizzling from Jane, Bo doesn’t know which way is up. But he knows she’s hiding something. And he’s just the man to help her.
Jane has been running with Liam for too long now.  She’s exhausted, scared, waiting for the day Seth finds her and drags them back to his pack.  But Bear Paw River promises sanctuary…and love? No, she doesn’t have the freedom to open her heart. Besides, love is deadly.
It’s time for Bo to bear-up and save this woman and cub. But can he let her go when the danger has passed? Humans and grizzly shifters aren’t meant to be. Right?
Then again, crazier things have happened. Look at his sister. She married a wolf.

Excerpt 1

Bo filled the other spoon with stew, blew on it to make sure it was cool enough to eat—he wasn’t taking any chances on hurting his mate—and then tilted it toward her. When she closed her lips around the metal, he groaned. Her mouth was as perfect and sensuous as the rest of her. Her pink tongue darted out to lick a dribble of soup.
“What do you think?”
“Hmm.” He laid the spoon on the counter and picked up his wine. “A bit hot. Try this.” He brought his glass of wine up to her lips, loving the way her throat moved when she swallowed. He sipped and met her gaze with a grin. “Too cold. Sorry, I shouldn’t have put it in the fridge first, I don’t know much ab—”
Her lips covered his, interrupting him, and he returned her fevered kiss. He couldn’t get enough of savoring her taste, as he darted his tongue into her mouth, exploring every inch of her. When they finally stopped to catch their breath, her eyes glowed with heat and passion, and her lips were full and pouty, wet from his kisses.
“Was that better, big guy?” She still sounded breathless as she grinned up at him.
“It was just right. Are you still hungry, Goldie?”
She nodded and pressed her body against him and ran her fingers up his chest and kissed him hard. “Famished.”
***********************************
Excerpt 2
“What’s up, little man?”
Liam leaned in closer. “I have a secret. It’s special.”
“I love special secrets.”
Liam pressed his nose against Bo’s, and Bo held very still. Liam wiggled his nose back and forth against Bo’s. “Nose kisses, nose kisses. I love you.” He tapped his nose against the tip of Bo’s nose. “Bonk. You also do cheeks and boops, but I’m not sure you’re ready for the extra boops.”
Jane’s breath stopped in her chest. Please let the big man not screw this up, or her son would be devastated.
Bo nodded. “Can I try it and make sure I get it right?”
Liam held very still while Bo ran the tip of his nose back and forth against Liam’s.
“Nose kisses, nose kisses. I love you.” He tapped Liam on the nose. “Bonk. But no boops or cheeks, yet. Right?”
“You got it. Thanks for all the fun. See you tomorrow!” Liam hugged him tightly around his neck and came running back to her, his eyes full of light.
Tears blurred her vision, and she mouthed thank-you to the man who had just stolen her kid’s heart. And hers.
Bo grinned at her, and she couldn’t stop the flush that crept over her body. She had it bad for this bear. Real bad.
******************************
Excerpt 3
He topped her left, and she topped his right, a fun exercise that reminded him of that old pat your stomach and rub your head game. Or was that backward? He couldn’t think straight around this woman. Her whole body shook with her laughter as they tried and missed each and every time. But he loved it. The game ended with a loud buzz, but all he heard was her fast breaths. Bo turned her around, breathless at the vision of beauty in front of him. Your eyes are like the purest air on a snow-capped mountain. Your lips the radiant red of the ripest strawberry. Your hair, gold spun from the finest threads. He opened his mouth to tell her all of it, to tell her he would do anything to make her his. “You’ve got a huge mountain and golden berries.”
Her eyes widened. She glanced down at her breasts, looked back up at him and howled with laughter.


Author Bio

Everleigh Clark is a pen name of a USA Today bestselling author who wanted to write some fun paranormal romance. She’s also a homeschooling mommy, crafter and choc-aholic.

When she’s not wrangling kittens, googling math help or cleaning up slime, she’s plotting and writing her next book. Her characters are fun, lovable and messy. Just like the characters in her real life.

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Jenn’s Review of The Sounds of Secrets by Whitney Barbetti 

Title: The Sounds of Secrets

Author: Whitney Barbetti 

Genre: Contemporary romance 

Stars: 5🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
Where do I even begin? The Sounds of Secrets deserves ALL the stars that can be given in my opinion. Everything about this book is beautiful, from the cover to what’s inside. This is an amazing story of angst, secrets and love. Whitney Barbetti is an amazing storyteller. This book is real and heartbreaking. I absolutely loved it and wish with all my heart I could read it again for the first time. amazingly beautiful read and one of my favorites of this year!
**received an advanced copy**

Now Available!

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.


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Daddy always knows best, and the young ladies in these smoking hot novellas are lucky to have the firm guidance of a father figure during the most magical time of the year. Grab some hot chocolate, snuggle up in your favorite reading spot, and let these dominant but loving daddies take charge.

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.

New Release! 


Bear with Me
Everleigh Clark
Release Date: December 1, 2017
#PNR #romance

Buy link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077RR1GYB/


Taglines:

“I want to get to know every inch of your luscious body.”

“A bear shaped hole – my mating need fulfilled in you.”

A grizzly and a human that would never work, right?

The big bear of a man made Jane feel safer than she had in years…

Buy link https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077RR1GYB/


Blurb:
Bo Alexander has his hands full as temporary alpha of his little clan in Bear Paw River.
But then she shows up.
A gorgeous, curvy—human—single mother with a shifter son in tow. Between the kid’s bodily function jokes and the mating heat sizzling from Jane, Bo doesn’t know which way is up. But he knows she’s hiding something. And he’s just the man to help her.
Jane has been running with Liam for too long now.  She’s exhausted, scared, waiting for the day Seth finds her and drags them back to his pack.  But Bear Paw River promises sanctuary…and love? No, she doesn’t have the freedom to open her heart. Besides, love is deadly.
It’s time for Bo to bear-up and save this woman and cub. But can he let her go when the danger has passed? Humans and grizzly shifters aren’t meant to be. Right?
Then again, crazier things have happened. Look at his sister. She married a wolf.


Excerpt 1

Bo filled the other spoon with stew, blew on it to make sure it was cool enough to eat—he wasn’t taking any chances on hurting his mate—and then tilted it toward her. When she closed her lips around the metal, he groaned. Her mouth was as perfect and sensuous as the rest of her. Her pink tongue darted out to lick a dribble of soup.
“What do you think?”
“Hmm.” He laid the spoon on the counter and picked up his wine. “A bit hot. Try this.” He brought his glass of wine up to her lips, loving the way her throat moved when she swallowed. He sipped and met her gaze with a grin. “Too cold. Sorry, I shouldn’t have put it in the fridge first, I don’t know much ab—”
Her lips covered his, interrupting him, and he returned her fevered kiss. He couldn’t get enough of savoring her taste, as he darted his tongue into her mouth, exploring every inch of her. When they finally stopped to catch their breath, her eyes glowed with heat and passion, and her lips were full and pouty, wet from his kisses.
“Was that better, big guy?” She still sounded breathless as she grinned up at him.
“It was just right. Are you still hungry, Goldie?”
She nodded and pressed her body against him and ran her fingers up his chest and kissed him hard. “Famished.”
***********************************
Excerpt 2
“What’s up, little man?”
Liam leaned in closer. “I have a secret. It’s special.”
“I love special secrets.”
Liam pressed his nose against Bo’s, and Bo held very still. Liam wiggled his nose back and forth against Bo’s. “Nose kisses, nose kisses. I love you.” He tapped his nose against the tip of Bo’s nose. “Bonk. You also do cheeks and boops, but I’m not sure you’re ready for the extra boops.”
Jane’s breath stopped in her chest. Please let the big man not screw this up, or her son would be devastated.
Bo nodded. “Can I try it and make sure I get it right?”
Liam held very still while Bo ran the tip of his nose back and forth against Liam’s.
“Nose kisses, nose kisses. I love you.” He tapped Liam on the nose. “Bonk. But no boops or cheeks, yet. Right?”
“You got it. Thanks for all the fun. See you tomorrow!” Liam hugged him tightly around his neck and came running back to her, his eyes full of light.
Tears blurred her vision, and she mouthed thank-you to the man who had just stolen her kid’s heart. And hers.
Bo grinned at her, and she couldn’t stop the flush that crept over her body. She had it bad for this bear. Real bad.
******************************
Excerpt 3
He topped her left, and she topped his right, a fun exercise that reminded him of that old pat your stomach and rub your head game. Or was that backward? He couldn’t think straight around this woman. Her whole body shook with her laughter as they tried and missed each and every time. But he loved it. The game ended with a loud buzz, but all he heard was her fast breaths. Bo turned her around, breathless at the vision of beauty in front of him. Your eyes are like the purest air on a snow-capped mountain. Your lips the radiant red of the ripest strawberry. Your hair, gold spun from the finest threads. He opened his mouth to tell her all of it, to tell her he would do anything to make her his. “You’ve got a huge mountain and golden berries.”
Her eyes widened. She glanced down at her breasts, looked back up at him and howled with laughter.


Author Bio

Everleigh Clark is a pen name of a USA Today bestselling author who wanted to write some fun paranormal romance. She’s also a homeschooling mommy, crafter and choc-aholic.

When she’s not wrangling kittens, googling math help or cleaning up slime, she’s plotting and writing her next book. Her characters are fun, lovable and messy. Just like the characters in her real life.

Author Links:

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Jenn’s Review of The Spelldrift Series by Sierra Cross 

Title: The Spelldrift Series Coven of Fire

Author: Sierra Cross 

Genre: urban fantasy 

Stars: 5🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
I loved this series. The story was fantastic. It and the characters were well written and attention getting and attention keeping. I absolutely loved Alix. She was a pretty awesome and tough heroine. Filled with magic and a bit of love and betrayal this is an awesome urban fantasy series for anyone who enjoys paranormal.

New Release! 

Freeing Jasper

By Riley Edwards

RELEASE DAY NOVEMBER 29

Freeing Jasper – A Black Ops Romance

* The 707 Freedom Series Book Two *

Now Live on all major retailers

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The moment Jasper heard Emily Jenkins’ sultry voice he was transfixed. 


An instant and heated reaction that wound its way through his soul and warmed his skin. The inexplicable connection was broken as fast as it began. Emily has a son. Jasper doesn’t “do” kids. 


When her life spirals out of control, will Jasper be able to let go of his tragic past and save Emily and her son? Or has the Special Forces Soldier found his weakness – a history he cannot let go of?


Emily Jenkins lost her husband on the battlefield and was left to pick up the pieces of her broken heart while finding a way to raise her son alone.


Jasper Walker is known for being the playboy of his team. Professionally, he is a tier one assassin – a trained killer. Personally, he blows through women giving them no more than a week in his bed as he privately struggles to move on from the woman that is forever lost to him. 


When their lives collide, Jasper finds out he’s not the only one with secrets. There is more to the black-haired beauty Emily than a widowed single mother. 


The 707 is an elite team of Army Commandos. A special Black Ops team known as the 707 research and development group. They have a two-person chain of command: their Commander and the President. 


Meet the men of the 707: Lenox, Jasper, Levi, and Clark. Watch as they show us that sacrifice, commitment, and bravery are not just for the battlefield. Each man must fight to find and protect the women who are theirs. 


Each book is a standalone, a look into the life of a Special Forces soldier’s life and the code they live and die by. 


Free – A Black Ops Romance – The 707 Freedom Series – Book One

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What people are saying about FREE – A Black Ops Romance…

“Riley Edwards knows how to keep her readers on the edge of their seats. This is one of the best books I have ever read about how men who serve our country give up much of their personal lives. Character development is awesome you know and care about these people.” – Amazon Reviewer VC

“First book I’ve read from this author and definitely won’t be the last. Story grabbed me from the first page and didn’t let go until the end. In fact, I was sorry to reach the end, it was captivating.” – Amazon Reviewer

“Another five star hit from Riley Edwards.” – Amazon Reviewer


Nightstalker – A Red Team Novel –  https://books2read.com/u/4DAMYO

Unbroken part 1 –  https://books2read.com/u/brglpZ

Unbroken part 2 – https://books2read.com/u/mgKQzD

The Gift –  https://books2read.com/u/4EWVYE

The Awakening – https://books2read.com/u/4DAMBD

Free – (Lenox) A Black Ops Romance – https://books2read.com/u/bP1W0Y

Freeing Jasper – A Black Ops Romance – https://books2read.com/freeingjasper

Finally Free – (Levi) A Black Ops Romance –  Coming January 2018


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