Thursday, November 20, 2014

Chasing Delia by Aubrey Cara

I met Aubrey Cara some time back I think on FB or maybe stalking her blog, I can't remember, but we've become friends since and I'm thrilled to share an excerpt from her very first book, Chasing Delia. Aubrey had a really unique sense of humor and I think that's one of the things that immediately drew me to her. This book is just a sample of that personality. She once did a review of a review of one of my books that had me rolling on the floor laughing and if you've not visited her blog, definitely do so! I'll link you after the excerpt, but first, Chasing Delia. I chose this scene (thanks to Aubrey for indulging me) as it just was so unique and funny. This is the start of Jake and Delia's romance. Warning: there are granny undies! 

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Jake stood waiting in the front lobby getting attention from every female receptionist, nurse, and attendee that passed by. Now he was coming to feel like a particularly juicy piece of meat these lionesses were circling, with sweet smiles and calculating eyes. 
Even though he thought Delia Myers was probably in no better state of mind than last night, he headed towards the double doors of the elevator to meet her at her room. He realized on the way up she could have already heard he was here, and from her not so pleasant reception last night he instinctively knew he would have to expect the unexpected with this one. 
Thus it was with a sense of urgency he stepped from the elevator, wanting to head her off, if she had not already snuck off under his radar. Moving at a quick clip he bypassed the nurse’s station, and any attention he may garner from the nurses there. Rounding the corner he came to a halt in the doorway of her room.
Ms. Myers's lay face down on her hospital bed. Her legs hung over the side, her bottom in the air, her hospital gown gaping in the back. She would have presented one of the sexiest sights he had ever seen, had she not been wearing overly large Hanes Her Way faded floral print underwear. On top of that she seemed to be muttering nonsensical utterances into the mattress. 
He had to quickly reined himself in when an image of her not wearing anything while in the same position, her hands fisted in the sheets for a completely different reason,  rose to the forefront of his mind. Trying to dispel the image of her sweet shapely figure underneath him, his hand smacking down on that floral covered bottom, he thought the one word that never failed to help cool his ardor since he was a horny teen. Grandma.
Yet, it regrettably did not come out so much as a thought he was going for, but more like a very loud canon blast into the room. Ms. Myers' head whipped up and around, her swollen eyes landed squarely on him before flaring in frustration and giving an angry mournful cry of “WHY?!” towards the ceiling. This surprise him more than hearing himself yell “Grandma.” Stepping into the room, he quickly and quietly shut the door behind him. 
“Ms. Myers?” he asked. She was now flipped onto her back, paying no attention to him as he moved into the room. She stared up at the ceiling, but this time instead of the muttering he could not understand, she spoke loud and clear. Angry tears of frustration tracked down the sides of her face. 
“Why? What did I do?” she said. “I don’t deserve this. I don’t fu-- fu-- deserve this shhhhhit.”  Stuttering out the swear words seemed to sap all her strength. Completely deflated she curled on to her side, drew her knees up to her chest, and started sobbing in earnest. 
Now Jake had never been what one would call “good” with women, that is, outside of a bar or bedroom. The longest relationship he ever had ended with the woman having another man's baby, and then leaving him and the baby as soon as her cheating self got a chance. 
He had been young when it happened. Still the fact remained he had questioned his choice in women so much over the years he eventually gave up on dating all together. That would be why the sight of a sobbing woman triggered panic to seize his chest. He was frantically looking around the room for help he already knew wasn’t there when Ms. Myers snapped to. Sitting up strait and pointed an accusing finger in his direction, “YOU!”
Even though he knew there was no one else in the room he couldn’t stop himself from peeking behind himself before giving a lame, “Me?”
“Yes, you! You’re everything that’s wrong with the world. Bastard men like you. You think you're so good looking.” 
He shrugged. He wasn't peacock but he knew he wasn't bad looking either. 
Sneering in disgust she continued, “Struttin' and swaggering around. Flashing your perfect smile, oozing charm with your chiseled perfect face, and those deep blue eyes.” 
He never thought to have a woman complain about his good looks but she looked like she wanted to throw up when she said it. “I’ll try not to take that personally,” he said. “Since I don’t think it’s me you’re really upset with.”
“Ugh! Just shut up! I’ve spent less than five minutes with you and I already know your game. You’re all the same, and I hate you all. I hate friends that aren’t really your friends, I hate family that’s not really your family, but most of all, I hate husbands that aren’t really your husbands. Men that act all American Hero on the outside and are actually shallow, lying assholes on the inside!” This outburst was punctuated by her picking up the closest thing at hand, a Kleenex box, and throwing at his head. Ducking just in time to dodge the box, he straightened with his hands in the air, a clear sign of surrender. 

Shocked by how quickly this scene was deteriorating, he opened his mouth to talk only to be cut off by a shamefaced Delia Myers. Her hand covered her mouth as if not to allow anything else slip through, a fact he could only be grateful for. Being told you were a lying bastard and hated by a beautiful, sobbing woman first thing in the morning was the epitome of everything he had been avoiding by not dating. 


With the delivery of one Dear John letter and a set of divorce papers, Delia Myers is on a her way to self discovery. First stop: Embracing she's a terrible judge of character. Especially when it comes to men. 

Jake Forrester is a small town cop, who is beyond charming, and hunky enough to have every female in a hundred mile radius panting after him. Basically everything she is trying to avoid. Too bad he's been determined to chase after her from the second he's laid eyes on her oversized floral granny panties. 

She may run, but can she hide from love? 

Warning; Contains one no-good, cheating ex-husband, a heroine with a propensity to make a run for it, and a hero that has a new found love for spanking a certain sassy woman who runs from him. 

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Melody's Punishment #Spanking Part 4 #wipitup #FREE

Does she not have the most beautiful ass? 

Welcome back to Wip It Up Wednesday everyone! I'm back with part 4 of Melody's Punishment. If you haven't read part one, part two, or part three, click on their respective links to be redirected. A quick thanks to Melody Parks for the creation of this blog hop by the way. 

After today's scene, my publisher, Stormy Night Publications, will be posting the story in its entirety on their newsletter this Saturday. Click here to sign up if you're not already on their mailing list and check for the newsletter in your mailbox then. I will also post the story as a whole on my site in the coming weeks - once I figure out how to add a page!! 

If you recall, last week we left off where Marcus had just lubricated Melody's bottom in preparation for, well, this:

He imagined how red her face was. She hated being told to finger herself to orgasm while he watched. Hated it even as some part of her got off on the humiliation of spreading herself, of being observed at such a vulnerable moment.
Marcus brought the head of his now slick cock to her ass and rubbed it against the tight passage. Holding her wide with one hand, he pressed his cock against her well lubricated hole, feeling her push against him as he did. "That's it, good girl. Push, give me your ass, Melody."
She moaned, lifting to him. "Please let me come too," she begged, looking over her shoulder at him, her pupils dilated so her eyes were wide with arousal.
"Shh," Marcus coaxed, just breaching the tight ring and causing all of her muscles to tighten as he spread her asshole wide, pushing deeper into her after a moment. "This is punishment," he said, his own voice breathy. "Take my cock, Melody. Open up and take it." He pulled her cheeks wider as he said it, pushing deeper into her tight passage, the heavy amount of lubricant easing his entry.
"Please…" she begged, pushing again so that she took another inch of his cock.
"Mmm…that's it, girl, open up and take it," he said, sliding his hands beneath her to grip either side of her pussy, spreading her lips and holding them wide as she whimpered. He slid deeper into her, forcing some of the lube to squeeze out of her as he did. When he felt resistance, he slowed just a little, just giving her a moment to soften before pulling out only to push in farther. He did this to her groans, his thrusts coming faster as he finally claimed all of her and stilled, fully seated in her tight asshole.
"Please!" she begged once more.
In response, Marcus pulled her pussy lips farther, ensuring nothing would come into contact with her clit.
"Not tonight, baby girl. Tonight, you just give your ass over for a fucking. Punishment, remember. You ready for me to fuck your ass?"
She only whimpered, still trying to rub herself against him.
"Say it, ask me to fuck your pretty little asshole, Melody."

"Fuck my little asshole, sir. Fuck it good and hard, please."
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Have I called Marcus Mason once or twice by the way? I seem to have changed his name at some point during the writing... ah well... Hey, don't forget to visit all the other bloggers in today's hop and have a great day!
**Photo by Mimsy Photography 

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Her Keeper: In His Custody by Helen Karol

I have Helen Karol here today with her latest installment in the Her Keeper serial, In His Custody (Part 2). She's sharing a pretty hot scene so be warned...
In this scene, Rick has taken Sara into one of the interrogations rooms to punish her for what is meant to be consensual discipline.  True to their surroundings, Rick sits her on his knee and begins to interrogate her over her understanding of the implements of chastisement lying on the table.  Despite her consent, Sara still struggles with acceptance when Rick explains how he intends to use the first two: an anal plug and ginger lube.
I look at him incredulously.  “You’re not serious.  It’s huge.  You can’t stick that inside me.”
His face darkens and he turns me face down over his knees, flipping up my skirt to reveal my bare lower half.  “You're incorrigible, Sara.  You need to follow protocol much better than this.  It’s actually fairly small as anal plugs go.”  He rubs my bottom and then parts my cheeks.  I clench.  He’s really going to ream me with it and use some horrible burning lube to do it.
“I hate you.”  I fling at him.  I’m not sure where that invective came from.  I really don’t hate him at all, but now it’s out I refuse to retract it.
“This should take care of that nonsense, get you in the right submissive mood.  Just for that outburst you can keep it in while we’re in chambers.  That should make sure you behave.”
“Oh no.”  I squirm and kick as he lubes my opening and wastes no time forcing the smooth glass inside my bottom.  It’s very round and silky and the lube is thick.  It actually slips in more easily than his finger.  Despite its size it feels less intrusive.  Probably because he simply seats it in there rather than pumping it forcefully the way he did his fingers.  The feeling is not so much painful as stretching and filling. Very filling, but it doesn’t hurt.  Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.  It feels subduing.  It’s hard to be indignant and feisty with a large piece of long oval glass stuffed up your ass.
He keeps me across his knee and I start to relax until the burn sets in.  “Oh, ohh.  Shit.  It really burns.”  I fling my hands back.  "Take it out.”
He takes my wrists in his hand, holding them together up and away from my opening.  Then he proceeds to spank right on top of the plug, pushing it forward, deeper inside me.  He punctuates each spank with a lecturing word.  That.  Smack.  Is  Slap.  Quite.  Smack.  Enough.”
He sets me on my feet and marches me over to the wall until I’m right next to it, facing it.  The burn in my ass is awful, but as he’s made it clear it’s not coming out anytime soon, I focus on trying to relax and not increase the burn.  He lifts my dress and orders me to take it in my hands and keep it high so my butt’s on display.  I blush furiously, but do as I’m told.
“You can stay there for a few moments and compose yourself.  Keep this up and you’re going to earn yourself a lot worse than I have in mind.”
The minutes seem to tick by interminably.  The burn is bad, but bearable as long as I stay relaxed.  I begin to feel really stupid facing the wall with my bare butt on display and my bottom stuffed and burning.  I start to calm and consider that maybe I should strive to get in the right headspace.  There’s no point in pissing him off.  I should know that by now.
“Come here, Sara.”
I walk over, feeling awkward with the strange sensation of the plug and burn of the lube.  I keep my dress up off my backside like he arranged me, but down covering my front, trying to hold on to some of my dignity.  Thankfully he allows this. 
When I reach him, he looks at me sternly and I half expect him to order me to lift my dress completely.  Instead he surprises me with the opposite.  “You may put your dress down for now.  But be warned, little girl, piss me off much more and you’ll be punished naked.”
I nod, adding a hasty and respectful.  “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s better.  Now what’s the next item?”
I bite my lip and look at him swallowing in trepidation at the implement.  “It’s a paddle.  It seems big to me, but maybe it’s not as paddles go.”
He smiles and picks it up, patting it against his large hand.  It’s about the same size, although it’s hard to tell because it’s round.  It’s clear with holes and looks like plastic.
“It’s medium sized.  It’s lexan.  It stings very painfully, but won’t bruise.  I choose my implements with that in my mind.  I like to redden, welt, blister even, but not bruise.  I’m going to spank you with this across my knee.  I’ll give you a short warm up first with my hand.  I’ll be quite severe, but not anywhere near full force.  I won’t count.  I’ll spank you for about a minute.  Your bottom’s going to be very sore and swollen at the end of it.  It’s quite sound proofed in here so you may cry and howl a bit, but not too loud,  I think we’ve had enough of an audience for today, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”  I've no problem agreeing with that observation.  I watch as he puts the paddle down and fingers the next two  items on the table.  “Alright.  What about these?”
I’m tempted to give him a look and say “Duh,” but I value the ability to sit sometime in the next year too much.  “Straps.  One small.  One big.”
He nods and picks up the small one.  Its short, but thick and supple.  I wince and my buttocks clench, increasing the burn, when he brings it down with a swift crack on the table.  “This is short enough to use across my knee.  Twenty with it.  Hard and fast, medium force.”

I lick my lips.  This is going to hurt like hell.  So why are my breasts and pussy throbbing in anticipation?  Why am I not trying to run screaming frantically from the room instead of waiting in fascination for him to begin?
The warrant reignites Rick and Sara's feud and may damage their weekend deal. Can Rick assert his authority enough to convince Sara to trust him or is the battle on again? And will that dress that Sara wore to tease Rick arouse his fantasies so much that she ends up with a lot more than she bargained for? 

Sara is drawn to the teenage girl who needs her protection, while Luke's murder investigations unearth information that worries Rick about Sara's safety.  Keeping her close becomes imperative. 

Join Rick and Sara as their sizzling romance grows even hotter! 
Her Keeper is an ongoing e-serial that unfolds over multiple volumes ranging from 8,000 to 22,000 words each.  An erotic romance with explicit sexual content and elements of BDSM, it has a hot cop (two actually), sexy frisking, spanking, cuffing, anal play, a crazy, hot proposition and two people who are stubbornly in love. 

Monday, November 17, 2014

A Brush of Violet by Corinne Alexander

My friend Corinne Alexander has released her first book and she's here to share an excerpt from the latest in the Corbin's Bend series, A Brush of Violet... Here she is! 

He led her over to the clubhouse to the room he had mentioned the day before, the one that needed a special key to enter.

He led her into the dimly lit room. The first thing she noticed was that the soundproof padding she was expecting to see on the walls was completely concealed behind tasteful paneling. The room was warm and inviting, yet there was a distinct air of being strictly serviceable too. Along one side of the room sat several chairs that looked like might be for observers as there were about four in a row. There was also a straight back chair with no arms toward the center of the room and an arm chair toward the wall. A couch sat against a far wall.
However, what caught her attention was an apparatus in the right hand corner of the room. It was a bench of sorts. The end facing toward the room was just slightly lower than waist high. There was a padded bench that laid flat and then angled down toward the floor. There were cuffs around the legs of the front part of the bench and at the end of the bench along a bar.
Charles made his way toward a closet on the end of the room that the bench was on. The sight that beheld her as he opened the closet door made her gasp. There hanging on the wall behind the door was an array of every implement that she could imagine awaiting a naughty bottom to be applied to. There were floggers, belts, straps, paddles, and canes. They were in every shape, size, and type of spanking implement that there was. Violet shuddered in anticipation as she fingered a long supple strap made of leather. There was something about leather that made her knees go weak, but it was the jingle of the belt as it was unbuckled, the whir of air as it slid through its loops, and the crack of the leather against bare flesh that always got her. There was something deliciously alpha about a man who wielded a belt. 

High powered business woman, Violet Walker, has long left her artistic days behind. That is until her best friend, Everleigh Harris, invites her to Corbin's Bend for an art festival. What Everleigh doesn't know is that Violet hasn't been able to paint a single brush stroke since turning her back on her submissive desires and spanking needs in college. When she meets charismatic and drop dead gorgeous Charles her world is turned completely upside down. Will Violet, overworked, burnt out, and in denial of her deepest wants and desires, be able to surrender when love knocks on her door?  
Charles Robinson, President of the discipline Board in Corbin’s Bend and longtime resident, adores the community he lives in and the freedom it provides for all who live there. Raised in a traditional family; love and discipline are a way of life for him. There’s nothing he wants more than a marriage just like his parents where spanking and romance go hand in hand, even if that means holding out for true love. Is Violet just the kind of woman he’s looking for?
Will Violet risk the life she’s built for herself in blood, sweat, and tears for the undeniable connection she has with Charles, the utter bliss and contentment she feels when she’s over his lap? Can Charles convince Violet she really can have it all? Will this trip be just what she needs to rekindle all that she has lost since joining the corporate world?

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Corinne Alexander is an erotic spanking romance writer who loves nothing more than to snuggle up with a cup of coffee, a warm blanket, and a steaming hot erotic romance. She enjoys strong alphas, feisty heroines, and a good old fashioned spanking romance. A Brush of Violet (Corbin’s Bend) is her debut novella.  Corinne’s favorite kind of day is when she can slip away into nature to get lost in her daydreams (spinning her fantasies) with the forest floor under her feet, the wind rustling through her hair, and sunbeams kissing her face.

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