Sunday, March 29, 2015

Mimi Mine: Guest Post by Aubrey Cara

I'd like to welcome Aubrey Cara today with her latest release, Mimi Mine. Here she is...

Thank you for hosting me today, Natasha! I'm always excited to stop by. I love your blog and your books. 

Today I've brought along an excerpt from my new story Mimi Mine I hope you enjoy. 

Mimi has always craved submitting to a powerful man. She gets that in spades with Mason, but when it's revealed Mason is just as new to dominating as she is to submission she gets scared and takes sex and kink off the table. Mason reluctantly agrees, but after Mimi blatantly tries goading Mason into spanking her, he knows it's time Mimi pay the piper. 


“Lose the towel.”
Nerveless fingers dropped the towel where she stood. Her nipples pebbled to fine points as the cool air kissed her skin. She wanted to cover herself as she stood waiting for his directive.
“Come here, Miriam.”
She wanted to shake her head and stay exactly where she was. She'd taken one step when he said, “Stop.”
She froze like they were playing a game of Simon Says. He nodded at the floor and back at her, making his request clear. Indignation filled her chest, but something else too. Something hot and needy.
Slowly she got to her knees, keeping eye contact the entire time. She dropped down to her hands and began to crawl, holding his gaze, challenge warring with submission with every inch she drew closer.
When she got to his feet she sat back on her heels as he stroked the side her face. But instead of his warm, steadying hand she got the cold smooth leather of the paddle trailing over her skin. Now it rested on her shoulder, an extension of his hand. The hand she would much prefer.
The weight of the paddle was lighter than expected yet a heavy reminder of what was to come.
“Do you like your new paddle? I had it made special, just for you.”
Great. Give the man a month off from kink and he had a paddle handmade, just for her bottom. Her hands instinctively reached back to protect her posterior. She couldn't take her eyes off the paddle. Nervousness for what was to come threatened to eclipse her desire for a spanking. It wasn't like a spatula, or a spoon, or hand. It looked like a weapon of ass-destruction.
“Would you rather I spank you with my hand?”
She nodded, giving him a guarded-but-hopeful look.
“Do you get to choose how I punish you, Miriam?”
Rebellion flashed through her before she looked down, shaking her head. She felt her lower lip pouting out and she sucked it back in, along with the tears that were suddenly threatening to fall. Why that simple question filled her with remorse she didn't know. It didn't make sense. She'd known she was going to get punished. She'd known he wasn't going to take it easy on her. She'd longed for this all month and wouldn't want it anyway else, but…
She hadn't expected it to feel like a real punishment.
He took her hand pulling her up and walking her over to the padded bench at the end of his massive bed. He sat before gently pulling her down over his hard thigh. His jeans chafing against her bare belly, her upper body resting along his hip. He clamped her legs down with his other leg much like he had at the hospital. Tears began to fall in earnest down her face and he hadn't even lifted the paddle.
It may be twisted, but she'd never felt more secure or loved than she did at that moment. Fastened against his body, knowing that he was going to spank and punish her in any manner he saw fit. And she knew she could trust him. Trust him to give her what she needed. Trust him to release her from all the fear, insecurities, and guilt that had been riding her. She'd been a ship lost at sea all month.
Cool leather lightly glided over her rump and it made her flinch with nerves.
“Last chance, angel. Reprieve or repent?”
“Repent,” she said, her throat clogged with tears. Her belly a tight ball of grief.

She had not a second to breathe before fire licked across her ass with the first strike of the paddle.


Mason Coleman hasn’t been living. He’s been existing day to day. Ever since an accident took his family, he’s thrown himself into proving he deserved to survive. Now, ten years later, he’s built a multimillion dollar franchise, but has nothing to show for his personal life.

He’s ready to feel alive again, and he knows just the woman to help him. Too bad she’s his employee. She also carries secrets that are about to shake everything he though he knew about women.

Being a single mother has not afforded Mimi Westfall many dating opportunities. In fact, she’s pretty sure Mr. Right took a wrong turn somewhere, and she’s destined to live a life devoted to her showerhead. 

When her fantasies about her delectable boss commanding her to her knees and putting her over his desk to spank her naughty bottom start happening for real, she’s not sure if she should thank her lucky stars or run for the hills. 



Aubrey Cara likes it sweet n' dirty—romance that is. She adores writing about kinky characters finding their one true naughty soul mate to love, cherish, and get freaky with. Aubrey resides in Coastal GA with her wonderful husband, superhero kid, two hand-me-down dogs, and a fish that has survived against all odds. When she's not writing you can find her sewing costumes, repairing leaky faucets and dodging the PTA.


Sunday, March 22, 2015

Katie In Love: An Erotic Guest post by Chloe Thurlow

Chloe Thurlow is sharing an excerpt from her latest release, Katie In Love today! 

Katie Boyd has nothing in common with Tom Bridge, the volunteer doctor she meets at a party – except in bed she finds a passion to match her own. Tom is intense, puzzling, a man who cares about others and compels Katie to question her own life drifting through the hip clubs and London party scene. 
When Tom returns to his post in a Sri Lanka orphanage, Katie isn’t sure if their passion was lit by its brevity, or if love, unexpected and not entirely wanted, has edged its way into her life. Should she go back to being who she always was? Or follow Tom into the unknown? 
Katie in Love is a compelling erotic-romance that will grip readers as they follow Katie’s journey to an ending they may have expected – but not in the way they expected it.
Brilliantly written and coolly self-aware, Chloe Thurlow was described by KM Dylan on Amazon as “…the Ana├»s Nin of our times.” With Katie in Love  – her sixth novel – Thurlow reveals a writer at the height of her powers. 

Katie takes the Stranger she meets at the New Years Eve Ball back to her apartment -
His hands rested on the back of my head and he rocked slightly on his heels. I went back to sucking the soft cap of his penis. I ran my tongue down the shaft and up again, wetting the column.
Many times I have found a boy's cock in my mouth and in the back of my mind a sense that this was so unfair, so one-sided, that true passion is give and take and this was a lot of give without a lot of get.
Sometimes, this time, it was different. His cock was a friendly creature massaging my gums, the inside of my cheeks, the bells of my tonsils. His pulsing cock vibrated over the membranes and tissues of my throat, touching my taste buds with its sultry perfume, the slap of flesh against flesh like the sound of the tree branch that tapped at night against my window.
I was drunk on whisky, mesmerized, meditative. I sucked and kissed and nibbled and teased and he groaned and sighed and quivered and gasped. His cock was a wonderful toy, a drawbridge that sprang up when I pulled it down, that shook like a dancer when I teased the groove with the tip of my wet tongue. It was a magnet like the magnets beneath my mattress connecting the polar points of our passion and fusing them in an aura of completion.
I could feel his pleasure mounting. He was going to fill my mouth with his syrupy essence, spray his sperm across my face, my eyes, my nose. I imagined the taste of nougat and almonds as I took him deep into my throat, sucking hard, waiting for that moment, that sudden jerk, that first hint of pre-come.
But just as the adventurer hesitates before claiming the prize, before the true king pulls the sword from the rock, he stopped himself and withdrew. I was ready for his orgasm, my throat gaping. I felt let down yet, instantly, immediately relieved.

He took my elbows and pulled me up so he could kiss me again, so he could taste himself on my lips. The way he expertly undid the buttons on my white blouse made me wonder where he could have acquired such skill. Did he take bad girls home every night? Was this handsome stranger Lothario, Don Juan, Patrick Bateman from American Psycho; so good, I read it twice.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Guest Post: His Girl, His Rules by Morganna Williams

I have Morganna Williams here today with His Girl, His Rules!

Thank you for having me today Natasha! In this excerpt from His Girl, His Rules, Gabriel is about to show Glory what a good girl spanking is:

Gabriel lifted her high in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, setting her lightly on her feet before catching the hem of her dress and skimming it over her head.
Glory stood in front of him in her bra and panties, feeling a little vulnerable with him still fully clothed, but seeing the hot need in his eyes as he looked his fill made her suddenly feel powerful.
He wanted her; she didn’t understand why, but this smart, handsome, and dynamic man wanted her and Glory felt an answering need deep in her belly. Someday she might regret it, but for the moment she was his and he was hers.
“Strip,” he instructed her succinctly.
Glory gulped, feeling her face go hot as she reached behind her and undid her bra before pulling it from her full breasts and dropping it on the floor in front of her. The smoldering look in his eyes as he drank in the sight of her unbound breasts boosted her courage. With her best imitation of a sultry smile and never breaking eye contact, Glory leaned over while hooking her fingers in the waistband of her sheer panties and pulled them slowly down her hips to below her knees where she let them fall around her ankles and stepped out of them.
Then tossing her shoulders back and standing proudly naked before him, she shot him a challenging look from beneath her lashes.
Gabriel smiled. “Beautiful.” He sat down on the edge of her bed and pulled her to stand between his thighs.
“Move your legs apart, sweetness.” He tapped lightly on her inner thighs until she straddled his right thigh. “Good girl.”
She couldn’t bite back a gasp when two of his fingers sank immediately into her wet heat.
“Look how wet you are for me, sweetness,” he said, pulling his hand away from her to show her how slick and wet his fingers were before putting them back between her legs.
She groaned when his thumb slid inside rather than his fingers, the broad base of his hand pressing against her throbbing clit as the two fingers wet with her juices pressed insistently against her back passage.
“Relax and let me in,” Gabriel commanded.
Glory shuddered and pressed against his seeking fingers with a deep breath and felt the stretch and burn as they penetrated her to the hilt. Then he started moving his hand, a very slight subtle movement, but it seemed to bring every nerve inside her roaring to life. The tip of his big thumb was riding against her g-spot in tandem with the fingers scissoring inside her anus as the base of his thumb seemed to vibrate against her clit.
“I… ohh… Gabriel!!” she cried out as she neared orgasm in what seemed like two seconds.
Gabriel used his other hand to bend her over until she had to press her hands to the mattress as she leaned over the leg she straddled and his other hand slapped down on her upturned bottom hard.
That one stinging swat was all it took to send her over the edge, but his hand continued to fall as she rode out her orgasm and went straight into a second one even stronger than the first.


Though Glory Walters writes erotic novels about firm-handed men who know how to deal with feisty women, she’s ashamed to admit she’s never experienced anything of the sort herself. But then she meets Gabriel—Sergeant Gabriel to the men he leads on the local SWAT team, but Master Gabriel to her—and suddenly the scenes in her books don’t seem so far-fetched anymore.

Gabriel has just been going through the motions in life since his wife’s death four years ago, but almost from the moment he sets eyes on her, he wants Glory as his own. Despite never having been taken in hand before, she responds beautifully to a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking, and his dominant lovemaking leaves her breathless. But when Glory foolishly puts herself in extreme danger, she soon discovers that naughty girls who take risks with their safety get their bottoms thoroughly punished… inside and out.

Publisher’s Note: His Girl, His Rules is an erotic novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.