Friday, March 25, 2016

Saturday Spankings blog hop -- Special delivery 

 Hello, and thanks for stopping by this Saturday's edition of Saturday Spankings blog hop! Today, I'm sharing with you an excerpt from my novella, A Thousand Yesses, which you can still get for free! Click the picture to get your copy! 

"A Thousand Yesses" is a fun, humorous, sexy read, about friends Maverick, Celia, and Rodney, who concoct an idea to begin a "How to Dom" business. Will Celia find her Dom?

In this excerpt, Maverick and Celia are about to discuss their next business plan but before they do, she pushes his buttons...


His phone rang.

Pizza Hut,” he muttered.

I'll take one large dominant pizza, one half sweet, the other half stern, well done and delivered immediately. Hold the sauce. I have plenty.”

“”Like I take orders?”

She sighed. “Shame. What's up? I'm sleepy, dude, so keep it quick.”

He frowned. If she were his, he'd so put an end to the way she talked to him. “Please,” “thank you,” “yes, sir,” and “no, sir,” would become part of her vocabulary or she would spend the rest of her life standing up...

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Tuesday, March 22, 2016

WIP it up Wednesday --

Hello, readers, and welcome to this edition of WIP it up Wednesday! Today, I'm sharing with you a juicy excerpt from a new release I have coming in just over two weeks, the sequel to Begin Again. 

What is Come Back to Me about?

Meredith and Paolo are reunited after a devastating accident drove them apart, in the hopes that embracing a lifestyle of Dominance and Submission will rekindle the passion they once had. The premise is very simple: Meredith will obey Paolo, and he will enforce his expectation of her obedience.

But where do they go from here? Paolo proposes a plan that will raise the stakes, a weekend of intense training that will push them both to the edge of their limits as they embrace their new-found roles.

Is Meredith prepared to be stripped of the protective wall she's built around herself? Will she willingly trust Paolo to lead her—even if that means submitting herself to his discipline? Can Paolo be all that she needs — her leader, protector, and disciplinarian, but most of all...her lover?

This is the second book in Meredith and Paolo's "Bound to You" trilogy, a story of love, trust, and devotion, as one couple rekindles their love through the passionate, erotic intimacy of Dominance and Submission.


And now here's an excerpt. Paolo has just announced his weekend training plans for her, and she's eager to see what this is all about...

Meredith could hardly contain her excitement as he pulled her over his lap. She saw the edge of the black leather disappear as he lifted it in his hand, and arousal stirred down low. She took in labored gasps as she felt his hand on the hem of her nighttie. Gently, he lifted until he'd bared her to him, and his large, rough hand glided over her naked skin.
Ah, my pink handprint,” he murmured. “This is beautiful. My mark on you.”
She closed her eyes. It was so relaxing, being over his lap in this submissive posture. She was so very ready to feel his strength. She was so ready to be submitted to him once again. And she loved the thought of him leaving his mark on her.
One of the plans I have this weekend is to find your threshold for pain,” he said. She gasped.
What the hell would that entail? It sounded freaking sexy and terrifying all at once.
We need to devise a system for you to communicate with me,” he continued. “When I ask, I want you to give me a number. We'll use a scale of one to ten, one being mild and ten being as much as you can stand. That's all you need to know for tonight are the numbers. Tomorrow, we'll discuss safe words, but tonight there will be no need.”
Why would there be no need? But no, it wasn't for her to question. Her job was to obey.
Yes, sir,” she said. She felt his large, warm hand trail across her bare skin. She was sensitive where he'd swatted her, but already the pain of those quick swats had begun to fade.
She wanted more. The feel of his palm stinging her bottom had been shocking – immediately mortifying, but hot. His command. His desire to discipline her. His power. Between that and his fondling her, she already felt about ready to come out of her skin. And now, spread over his lap, as he layered one delicious command after another over her, she felt herself growing heady with excitement. Blood pounded in her ears. He shifted beneath her, spreading his knees apart.
I want you to try out this position,” he said, as he gently pushed one of her legs over his own, so that she was straddling one knee, his leg firmly against her torso, her upper body sprawled on the bed.
Oh my. This felt different. It wasn't as relaxing as her whole belly over his lap, but it was hotter, as she felt her own arousal against the heat of his leg. He shifted one knee as she straddled him, and the shift put more pressure between her legs as he trailed one hand over her bottom and lower still, until he was fondling her. She closed her eyes as her breathing hitched.
Holy shit,”she murmured. His hand cracked down so suddenly and so hard she fairly leapt off his knee.
No swearing this weekend. I don't want to hear a single curse word out of your mouth. Do you understand me?”
Yes, sir,” she said quickly, eager to obey, but growing headier even still from having been swatted again. He stroked the bare skin he'd just spanked as warmth spread over her.
Bonita, what are you to do when I spank you?” What was it again? She was having a hard time concentrating. All she could think of was his hand between her legs, her mind growing hazy, consumed with the desire to be taken by him in every possible way. What had he asked? She had to think quickly before she earned another swat.
Numbers,” she murmured. “You want me to scale how much it hurts, sir.”
Very good,” he said. And without another word of warning, she felt his hand raise...

Visit from Summer Graystone!

 Hello, readers! Today Summer Graystone is visiting with an excerpt from her book, "A Different Kind of Pain," and a brand-new (gorgeous!) cover! I read this book and thoroughly enjoyed it (review on Amazon!).

There was just something about them, about the couple in the picture. An ad for a caregiver for a beautiful woman ― a woman who was dying. Though Melia’s sass and rough-around-the-edges attitude meant she couldn’t take every job out there, she should’ve been able to handle this one. There was a problem though ― a big one. The dying woman’s husband, Luka. Those brilliant, haunted eyes of his… did something to her. They were the kind of eyes a girl had no defense against. Maybe she could take the job ― but she wondered if her heart could. Falling for a man she could never have ― and should never have ― was simply wrong, no matter how right she knew it would be. Sure, she needed the pay… but there was a whole lot more at stake here than money.

For Luka, life had become one thing ― waiting. For a cure, for a miracle, for the end. For the one that Susan was convinced would be coming, Of course, he didn’t really believe it, that the plan his beloved wife had cooked up would ever really work. But if she wanted something, he’d move heaven and earth to give it to her. Even this, no matter how much it might hurt, no matter how wrong, how insane the very idea was. Then with one look at the gorgeous Melia, he allowed himself the one thing he’d never allowed himself to feel, not since that final diagnosis. Hope.

Give me this one thing, she’d told him. Give me this one last wish for my husband before I’m gone. Let me leave him a piece of me ― in the form of another woman, another sub to kneel for him, to obey him. To love him. It didn’t matter how much he argued it, how much he refused ― he knew he’d give in, even on this. For though she might have been his in all ways, bent her will to his, and obeyed him as her Master, she was the one who really held the power ― and always had.

Could this crazy plan really work though? Would Luka be able give Susan this one last wish, something more profound, more precious than he ever deserved?

The one thing that none of them were prepared for though, was that love ― and the selfless giving of that love ― could come at a terrible cost... to the heart and the soul.

And how about a little snippet?
Goodnight, Melia,” he whispered. He was unusually close to her, causing her to have to look up at him. He looked down at her upturned face, her glowing dark eyes lit up like onyx stones. It took every fiber of his being not to kiss her luscious, slightly parted lips. They were both panting lightly. He could tell she wanted him, and he wanted nothing more than to satisfy her. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to gather the strength to tear himself away from her.

Good night, Luka,” she said and reached back for her doorknob. Slinking in sideways, she slipped into her bedroom.

Before she could close the door Luka caught her wrist in an iron grip and pulled her back into the hallway.

Luka pushed Melia against the wall and pinned her hands above her head. Melia felt Luka’s sizeable erection brush up against her, and she gasped as Luka clamped his mouth over hers. He kissed her roughly with all of the pent-up desire of the previous weeks. He kissed her until his lips had gone slightly numb, until he couldn’t breathe anymore. His hands roamed freely and aggressively over her body. Melia moaned into Luka’s mouth, and he pushed up against her, grinding his hips into hers, until Melia was panting and whimpering with want. He pinned her again and slipped his hands into her pajama bottoms. She was dripping wet, and his breath caught in his throat as he moaned into her ear. 

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Tuesday, March 15, 2016

WIP it up Wednesday blog hop -- "Oh I'm Game."

Hello, readers, and welcome to WIP it up Wednesday! Today I'm sharing both a snippet and some exciting news. If you missed the serial novella I released here on the blog a few months ago, it is now availble to read, all bound and delivered with a lovely little cover, and totally free, as Blushing Book's most recent monthly freebie read!

What's this book about? 

Celia has been madly in love with her best friend Maverick for years - namely, ever since the day he took her over his knee and gave her a birthday spanking. But she's kept her feelings for him hidden for fear of losing their friendship. He's everything she's ever wanted - strong and sexy, sweet, but fully capable of keeping her in her place and spanking her when she needs it. Fearful of ruining a relationship that means the world to her, Celia keeps her feelings hidden, protecting herself hiding her true feelings behind a sharp tongue and quick wit. She tells herself she will find a Dom, and hatches an idea with Maverick and their friend Rodney. Why not start a "How to Dom" business? They already know how to be a Dom. Who better to school the masses?

Maverick feels the weight of responsibility. His family needs him. His friends rely on him. With the promise of padding his income to help pay bills, he reluctantly agrees to head up the "How to Dom" demos. He throws himself wholeheartedly into demonstrations and lectures, sharing what he's learned as an experienced Dominant, and happily partaking in real demonstrations - often heated, sexy, and sometimes humorous - for the sake of the camera.

How will Celia keep her feelings in check, when she's party to not only being near the man of her dreams but actually seeing him demonstrate what she so desperately craves from him? Will she manage to keep her true feelings hidden...or somehow convince him that the woman he really needs is the one he's been with all along?

Now how about a nice little excerpt? 

Maverick has just attempted a completely flop of a spanking session filiming for the business, and they have no one left to volunteer to go over his knee. Celia knows before he even asks just exactly what he has in mind....

“Oh, we don't have to worry about that,” Maverick said, in his low, deep voice. “We'll get our spanking session.” Celia turned to him, dread pooling in the pit of her stomach. Somehow, she knew. She knew. She felt a prickle of fear tingle along her spine. She swallowed and deliberately inhaled, as she faced him.
“Come here, Celia.”
If only he knew how badly she wanted to hear that scolding tone of his. If only he knew how she wanted real discipline meted out by him, the accountability, the certainty of his dominance and punishment when she needed it. She longed for it. She craved it. Thirsting for real punishment, only Maverick could quench that thirst. Celia didn't want to fool around and get spanked for the kink. She wanted the real thing, and she wanted it from him.
He was sitting back on the couch, the leather paddle in his hand again.
“Yes?” she whispered. She cleared her throat. “Uh, what's up?”
He curled a finger and beckoned for her to come. She began walking to him, her feet heavy as lead, but he shook his head.
“Hand the camera to Louanne, Celia,” he ordered. “And come here.”
She knew she should tell him no. It was foolish to obey him now, when those wicked, glittering eyes were focused on her, the set of his jaw making her stomach tighten and clench, the paddle clenched in his hand, causing waves of arousal to shoot through her. But his voice, impossibly smooth and so deep she felt it in her limbs, was weaving an enchantment around her.
He was spinning his web, and she was caught.
She never knew how she got there. She never remembered the walk across the room as she stood in front of him. He was so big, so tall, even though he was sitting, still towering over her. He looked in her eyes steadily.
“Am I right?” he asked, so low, only she could hear. “That we won't have a problem staging a spanking scene tonight?”
She nodded, and swallowed. There was a lump in her throat and tears stung her eyes and she wanted to beg him, plead with him, to not go there, please don't go there, she couldn't handle it.
But when would she ever get to live out her fantasy? Would the opportunity ever present itself again?
“Yes,” she said. And with all that was in her, she grinned and winked. “I'm game if you are.”
He grinned back, and his response was a whisper.
“Oh, I'm game.”


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Guest visit from Jaye Peaches and her latest, "The Stolen Bride"

 Good morning! Today I'm happy to share with all of you a visit with Jaye Peaches. She has a new release out I'm excited to read. I'm a big fan of Jaye, and recently finished her Sophia and the Duke. I absolutely loved it! (See Amazon for my review!).

Without further ado, let's hear Jaye tell us about her newest release.

Jane, Thank you for inviting me to your blog. I’m sharing an excerpt from my latest release – The Stolen Bride – a medieval romance that tells of Nadia’s arranged marriage to a Naorman baron. The virgin bride isn’t quite as pure as he believes her to be, but that doesn’t dissuade him from his plan to give her to another man on their wedding night.


Eighteen-year-old Nadia loathes the dreary routine of life in a convent, and though sneaking out risks earning her a firm chastisement with the prioresses’ birch, that is a small price to pay for a taste of freedom. When her father gives her a chance to leave the convent behind forever if she weds Lord Arnaud, the Baron of Uxley, she agrees to the arrangement, certain that even marrying a man twice her age is better than taking vows as a nun.

To Nadia’s shock, however, after a handsome adventurer named Edgar saves Lord Arnaud from a band of murderous robbers, as a reward for his courage Arnaud invites his rescuer to both the wedding and the wedding night. Knowing that his love for his late wife will keep him from properly consummating his new marriage, the voyeuristic baron would prefer to watch Edgar claim Nadia himself.

But when Lord Arnaud becomes convinced that Nadia has been lying about her purity, the young bride finds herself stripped bare and blushing crimson as she is made to submit to an intimate, humiliating examination in front of both Arnaud and Edgar. The exam confirms her deception, and she is punished with a painful, embarrassing spanking on her bare bottom before Edgar takes her long and hard in front of her new husband.

Despite Nadia’s shame at her body’s response to Edgar’s dominance, she can’t help wondering what it would be like to belong to him completely. But when Edgar ties her up and steals her from the baron’s home, intent on keeping her as his own, will Nadia seek to escape him or will she embrace a new life on the run as his stolen bride?

Publisher’s Note: The Stolen Bride is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, exhibitionism, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


And here's a scintillating excerpt:

He held her arms above the elbows and clung onto her. “I understand, Nadia, I do. You’re torn between your loyalty to Arnaud and your love for me. I suffered the same dilemma when Arnaud suggested how to repay his debt. My dignity told me not to do it, but when I saw you…. That resistance disintegrated. I don’t regret that decision. I don’t regret this one either.”

She twisted in his grasp. “I don’t know, Edgar. It is easy for you to say you don’t regret your choices. I might have run away from the convent when I chose, but I also chose to return each time, and not because I feared the prioress and her hellish switch. I feared each time that I’d made the wrong decision.”
“Then, let me remind you of your choices, since you’ve forgotten what brought you here.” He walked her backwards until she knocked against a nearby beech tree. He’d little time to show her. It would have to be swift and hard. Hitching up her skirts, he raked his fingers up her leg, between her inner thighs. She gasped and attempted to push him away with her bound hands.
“Not here. Not now.” She wriggled, ineffectively and half-heartedly. No matter how hard she tried to move, she couldn’t escape his embrace. She also refused to look at him and flickered her eyelids, ignoring his intense gaze.

Edgar placed his foot between her feet and forced her legs apart. He gave a yank on her rope and hoisted her wrists above her head, then with the other hand, he dove between her legs. With his strong body pressed against her, he spoke. “I have this hunger, Nadia. Only you can feed it.” He cupped his palm around her sex and her juices leaked onto it. He had her trapped, not only by his body, but by her lust.


About Jaye:
I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with my family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

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Monday, March 14, 2016

Release date set for Bound to You book two: "Come Back to Me"

Hello, readers! 

I'm happy to announce the release date for Come Back to Me has been slotted for April 7th. Just three short weeks away! 

Are you curious about the first book in the Bound to You trilogy? Hear what readers are saying about it!

Amazon 5* review : "I read this book in one sitting. I couldn't put it down!...The lead character, Meredith, is so full of raw emotion and deeply relatable. This is the most honest D/s book I've read. It is my first by this author, but certainly will not be my last." 

Amazon 5* review: "Power, implicit trust, eroticism, and vulnerability, where will they lead? The plot kept me captivated, and I could feel and relate to Meredith and her feelings of despair and rejection from the one person that she loves more than anything. The dialog is raw, open, honest, even when it was built on lies and deception; it came from deep down inside

 Amazon 5* review: " Wonderful read!"

Amazon 5* review: "This is my first book by Jane Henry but it won't be my last... I loved this book!" 

Amazon 5* review: "Ms. Henry...has a beautiful way to make you feel and root for the characters! Will definitely be reading everything she writes from here on out as one of her many fans!"

Watch this space for the book reveal and upcoming excerpts. So what is the sequel, Come Back to Me about? 

Meredith and Paolo are reunited after a devastating accident drove them apart. It is their hope that embracing a lifestyle of Dominance and Submission will rekindle the passion they once shared. The premise is very simple: Meredith will obey Paolo, and he will enforce his expectation of her obedience.
But where do they go from here? Paolo proposes a plan that will raise the stakes. He believes a weekend of intense training will push them both to the edge of their limits as they embrace their new-found roles.
Is Meredith prepared to be stripped of the protective wall she's built around herself? Will she willingly trust Paolo to lead her—even if it means submitting herself to his discipline? Can Paolo be all that she needs—her leader, protector, and disciplinarian, but most of all… her lover?
This is the second book in Meredith's and Paolo's "Bound to You" trilogy. It is a story of love, trust, and devotion as one couple rekindles their love through the passionate, erotic intimacy of Dominance and Submission.

Tonight on Facebook, join me at 7:30 for a Fantasy Encounters: Further Explorations promo event, where I'll be hosting a contest and giving away free books! Hope to see you there.  

Friday, March 11, 2016

In Praise of Hand Spanking

So, I'm sort of into spanking. Ok, scratch that. I'm thoroughly addicted to spanking. I love to be spanked. I read spanking books and write spanking books and happily bare my ass to my husband with ridiculous frequency. He hauls me over his lap at least once a day, and I quite honestly do not tire of it. Ever. And because we usually need to be quiet and don't always have the entire house to ourselves, I'm often spanked with a quiet implement.

Quiet implements are not really very fun. Have you ever heard of anyone waxing eloquent on the joys of a caning, or a switching? I suppose it's possible, but even a diehard spanko like me doesn't find them to be the best of the spanking options. Now, for a girl who likes and even needs to be spanked, the quieter things are certainly worthwhile. I would rather be spanked with a quiet implement than not spanked at all, so the quieter things stay.

A while ago my husband pulled out an implement and I sort of frowned and sighed and he said, “I know, baby. You like being spanked with my hand. And some day, when we have this whole house to ourselves, that's all I'll ever use.”

 I'm holding him to that.

What is it about a hand spanking? Ah. It's intimate. So intimate. There's something about that skin-to-skin contact that is deeply, immensely satisfying. It leaves a sting and burn that literally no other implement leaves. As a diehard spanko married to a man who loves to spank, I've savored the feel of many different implements – the sting of a wooden paddle, the swish and thud of the quieter switchy things, the zing and sensual smack of leather...but there is literally nothing that feels like the hand.

I've heard many question a hand spanking, questioning whether it's effective? Hell yeah, a hand spanking can hurt. There are certain techniques for delivering a hand spanking that are effective, and my husband knows all of them. I can't really say I know what he does except that even a few swats with his hand can take my breath away. Hell, a hand spanking delivered hard enough can even welt. A few months ago, we saw something on Facebook and there was a woman with a perfect impression of a handprint on her ass. My man spent weeks perfecting his technique until he was able to deliver a good, hard smack that results in the perfect red handprint left on my ass. Heh heh. Lucky me.

He's given me over-the-knee hand spankings that I've felt literally all day long, and some I've even still felt the next day. Hand spankings are not wimpy. They can be very, very effective (especially – gah! If delivered in the same spot repeatedly...).

You see, one of the things that draws me to spanking to begin with is the intimacy factor. It's just the two of us, alone, and there's vulnerability in placing myself over his knee. I've been laid over the bed and paddled, and stood against a wall and strapped, bent over the arm of a couch and spanked, or made to touch my toes and switched. And all of the above is satisfying in some way because, as I may have mentioned once or ten times, I'm a diehard spanko.

But nothing is like an over-the-knee hand spanking. When my belly touches his lap, I sigh. He bares me and I tremble. He often places his large, warm hand on my naked skin and talks to me before he spanks me. Depending on the nature of the spanking, what he says varies, but that intimate prelude to a spanking is utterly humbling, sexy, and moving. That first swat and my skin burns, the warmth spreads, and the feel reaches to my core. Every single time he's done spanking me, no matter what he's used, he ends with a thorough massage with his hand. It seals the session, and makes me feel loved and cared for, bringing home that intimacy as he murmurs things like, “That's my good girl,” or, “I love you, baby.”

The other night we returned home from vacation and I craved stress relief. He was happy to oblige, and when the whole house was asleep but us, he had me lock our bedroom door and fetch the acrylic rod, his “go to” because it's quiet, effective, and very easy to regulate. But he didn't just use that. He alternated, several rounds with his hand until my skin was aflame, as I lay prostrate over his lap in bed, vulnerable, in desperate need of releasing my pent-up emotions and stress, and with his hand he laid me bare. I sniffled and wept and just let it all out. I was not sad, or sorry, but needed a good, cleansing cry, and the whole experience was beautifully cathartic. Centering. When he was done, he pulled me off his lap and held me, then tucked me in. I slept like a baby.

I like all manners and flavors of spankings, but in my humble opinion, simply nothing beats the classic.

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Guest Visit from Ashe Barker!

Good morning, readers! I'm thrilled to have a visit here from Ashe Barker, sharing with us a peak into The Highwayman's Lady. 

Just look at that cover. Mmmmm.

Click the pic to one-click!

Ashe: Hi Jane, and thank you so much for inviting me over to your blog to give a shout out about The Highwayman’s Lady
I’m really excited about this story, Gray is a hero I’ve been fantasizing about for a while now, and it just reached the point where he had to emerge. He’s a thief and a rogue and no one at all could mistake him for a gentleman, but I hope readers – and Imogen - will love him as much as I do.

Here’s the blurb…

After the death of her mother, twenty-year-old Imogen Bennett faces the prospect of being coerced into marriage by a scheming relative, but fate intervenes when a masked highwayman accosts her on the road. Desperate to escape the unwanted wedding, Imogen pleads with the mysterious, handsome rogue to rescue her.

Alistair Graham – Gray - is a proud Scotsman who rebelled against British rule, and since the defeat of the highlanders at Culloden he has taken to robbing rich Englishmen travelling through Scottish lands. He is no gentleman, but he is certainly not a man who would ignore a young woman’s pleas for help, and he agrees to do what he can to assist the beautiful girl he has waylaid.

Imogen finds herself drawn to Gray, and though he warns her that he expects a woman’s complete obedience both in bed and out of it, she cannot resist offering her virgin body to him. He takes her hard and thoroughly, leaving her utterly spent yet still aching for more, and when her shock at her own wantonness leads her to speak disrespectfully to him he bares her bottom and punishes her soundly.

A highwayman is no suitable match for a lady, however, and Gray fears that her association with him can only put them both in danger, so he makes her promise that she’ll tell no one about what took place between them and then ensures that she is delivered safely to the home of her honourable cousin in Kirkleven. Yet despite her best efforts to put Gray out of her mind forever, in her heart Imogen knows she will always belong to the man who rescued her, mastered her, and made her his. But will her highwayman ever return to lay claim to his lady?

Publisher’s Note: The Highwayman’s Lady is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

And an excerpt….
The palm covering my mouth relaxes, then slides down to grasp my throat. I should be even more afraid, yet I am not. I turn my head, try to look up at him over my shoulder.
"Eyes forward, Imogen. Watch."
I obey, of course. My gaze is fixed on our reflection as Gray loosens the ribbons holding together the two halves which make up the front of my chemise. He opens them wide to expose my breasts, then takes long moments to simply look at me in the mirror.
"You are as beautiful as I remember, my Imogen. But are you a woman of her word, I wonder?"
His words baffle me. "I am. Of course I am. Why would you think otherwise?"
He slides his right hand down across my body to cup my left breast. His touch is gentle, his palm warm against my skin. He kneads the soft flesh with his fingers, a sensuous caress, the caress of a lover. My eyelids droop as I lean back against him.
"Open your eyes, girl. I told you to watch." His tone is sharp, almost brutal. My moment of languorous surrender evaporates as I stiffen, my eyes wide as I stare into the mirror. He said he meant me no harm, but every fibre of my being anticipates the worst.
He grazes my nipple with the edge of his index finger and the traitorous bud swells and stiffens. Gray rubs harder, deliberately teasing the nub into pebbled hardness, then takes it between his finger and thumb and presses. It hurts, but not overmuch, the sensation more a nudge at the very edges of pleasure, really. He increases the pressure, twisting my nipple as he squeezes and pulls on it. Now the pain is real, unmistakable. I whimper, but manage to bear it by gnawing on my lower lip. It never occurs to me to ask him to stop.
The pressure on my distended nipple intensifies but still I manage to gasp out my words.
"Gray, you are hurting me. Please..."
I am shaking now, my poor nipple throbbing in agony as he twists again. I lift my hands, instinct demanding that I wrestle his fingers away from my tormented flesh.
"Put your hands down. Shove them under your bottom and keep them there."


And where can you purchase this book? 
Grab The Highwayman’s Lady now on Amazon and All Romance

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More about me:
I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research. 

I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. 

I live in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors. When not writing – which is not very often these days - my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel. 

I have around thirty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. I write M/f, M/M, and occasionally ring the changes with a little M/M/f. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too. 

I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.

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Friday, March 4, 2016

“Go fetch it for me, baby.” -- Saturday Spankings

 I'm excited to announce that Come Back to Me, the sequel to my debut novel Begin Again, is coming out next month. 

Paolo and Meredith have been reunited, and in the following excerpt, Paolo has picked out some toys. He's surprised Meredith by putting them in her drawer in their bedroom and announced that it's time for her to learn a few more tricks. She's a bit shell shocked by what he has in mind.

He released her chin and chuckled a low, husky chuckle. “I've done my research,” he said. “...Unlike some other items out there, this is very easy to control but difficult to overdo.” He paused, his voice lowering. “Go fetch it for me, baby.”

Swallowing hard, she stood and went to her drawer, her hand trembling as she removed the black thing. “What's it called?” she asked.

It's a flogger.”

She spun around, wide-eyed. “A what?” she squeaked.

He chuckled again. “Flogger, baby. Now get your ass over here and hand it to me.” 

Come Back to Me will be available April 7th.

Hop on over for some sizzling excerpts!

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

"Since you won't spank my ass you can kiss my ass!" WIP it up Wednesday

This is my first time participating in the WIP it up blog hop, and I'm happy to be here! Co-writer Maisy Archer and I are excited that My Dom, the first book in our new series, is due to be released May 4th. It's a fun, sweet, and sexy read about school teacher Dom Angelico and his neighbor Heidi. 

Our current WIP is the story of Dom's brother, Matteo, who is falling for Heidi's sister, Hillary. Hillary has asked Matteo to help her find a Dom, and Matteo reluctantly agreed, against his better judgment, because he's made a promise to Dom that he would not seduce Hillary. He's trying to do her a favor, and thinks finding her  a Dom is what she needs from him. She doesn't quite see it that way, though..


Dom drove them all to Roadhouse, their favorite burger joint, Heidi sitting shotgun, Hillary and Matteo sitting in the backseat, so far apart from one another they were each flush against the doors on either side.
Matteo picked up his phone and texted her.
Her phone beeped and when she read it was from him, she stifled a giggle.
What's up? She texted.
Remember I made you a promise at Cara's?
Yeah. I remember. I thought you were the one that hadn't.
Well, that stung, but he deserved it.
Nah, babe. I've been working on it. Working on it. Yeah, he'd been working on it, going through every single Dom he knew, every single Dom possibility, and systematically discarding each one in turn as wrong for Hillary.
And the next words he typed just about killed him, but he had to. For her. He inhaled. So, I found you a Dom.
He expected her eyes to light up, or at least a smile to flit across her face, but she remained impassive. What the hell?
Yeah. Guy named Slay. You met him the night I got you out of Blackbox. Served in the marines with me. Experienced. Tough, big guy, but a good one.
She put her phone down and her eyes met his across the car. They didn't speak for a minute and he raised his eyebrows. He'd rather cut off his left nut than let her be Dommed by some other guy, and this was killing him. Didn't she know this was killing him? Then why was her chin thrust in the air and her eyes flashed at him? Jesus. She looked back at her phone and her fingers flew.
He jumped as his phone buzzed. That was quick. He read her message.
Thanks. Think he can handle me?
Handle her? He pursed his lips. He'd done his job, gotten her a Dom, and now he was done.
Yeah. He's got experience handling fairies, Tink.
He stifled a groan as her leg shot out and she kicked his shin. He glared at her and typed so fast, he had to erase and rewrite his message four times.
You are SO LUCKY you are not mine or you wouldn't sit FOR A WEEK!
She looked smug, the little brat. His phone buzzed one more time.
Well, then. Since you can't SPANK my ass you can KISS my ass.
He looked at her through eyes so narrow they were little more than slits as he shut his phone off and shoved it in his pocket.
He'd give her Slay's number, and be done with it, but she'd have to behave herself first.

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