Monday, October 31, 2016

#NewRelease - Liberated Heart - Measha Stone - #spanking #romance

Kneeling before him, she found her freedom


Erin’s life has crumbled. Not only has her fiancĂ© run off with another woman, she realizes their entire relationship was a joke. After some soul-searching, and Googling, she jumps head first into a world that only existed in her darkest fantasies.

Bradley Sorenson has come to terms that he will never have a lasting relationship with a submissive.  After all, no woman could see to his darker needs in the playroom and continue his brand of power exchange outside of it.  But when Erin shows up at his BDSM club, looking for answers to questions he’s sure she doesn’t even understand, his resolve begins to weaken.

Bradley opens the door to this new world and escorts Erin inside, promising to show her everything she wants to see and more. But just as she begins to find contentment in her true self, she receives a letter that starts a chain of blackmail that could ultimately end her new relationship. Between the blackmail and her new self-awareness, Erin must fight the urge to creep back into the cage she’s so used to hiding in, and work to liberate her heart.


He had a point, but it wasn't the same thing. It wasn’t that he wouldn’t help, it was that he couldn’t. They were a temporary thing, not long term. He couldn't fix that.

“You offered to help, Sir.” She sighed. This was not like her dreams. there was no fondling, or groping. Just more talking!

“So the next time you start to feel overwhelmed with fear, or sadness, what should you do?”

The discussion over one little reaction seemed so disproportional. “Tell you about it.”

“Yes. And why?” 

Couldn’t he just start spanking her now? It had to hurt less than this continual investigation into her psyche. “Because my worries aren’t just mine anymore.”

“That’s right.” His fingers stroked the back of her thighs. “When you keep your worries from me, you tell me you don’t trust me to take care of you. You show disrespect to me by trying to taking care of it yourself. You show me that you aren’t submitting to my rule, my authority and protection.”  Well damn. He had a good point there.  She had done just that. Suddenly, she didn’t feel so confident that the rest of the punishment was going to go well. A sour feeling began to build in her chest.  “And leaving the room when you were told not to unless you had permission. What do you think that said?”

“That I don’t respect your rules.” She sniffled.  Hanging over his lap was making her nose drip.  Again, less sexy than previously thought.

“Did you agree to submit to my rules when you came home with me last night?” The spoon ran over her thighs and she nodded. “I can’t hear your head shake.” His voice darkened.

“Yes, I did, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Those two words.  His approval sent a warm tingle through her despite the cool fear of having the spoon dangerously close to her sit spot.

Whack! She jumped, flailing her arms out to the side, unprepared for the first bite of the spoon. She hadn’t been ready! His hold tightened around her waist, and he hoisted her further onto his lap, elevating his knee until her ass was higher in the air and her toes didn’t touch the ground at all. 

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A woman given up on love, second guesses her solitary life when meeting a man who won’t take no for an answer and opens her eyes to an entire world of pleasure she didn’t know existed before him.

A headstrong, fiery woman seeks to fulfill her fantasies in all the wrong places, and it’s up to the security expert to tame her, and keep her safe.

An independent woman, moves to Chicago to find a new start for her life, but finds those from the past aren’t always best to leave behind. A laid back, yet protective dominant steps in as her hopes for the future begin to unravel.

Measha Stone lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and their children. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. Her vanilla writing has been published in the online magazine efiction and the DuPage Writers Group annual journal Possibilities. When she’s not writing, she’s reading and spending time with her kids- who are just as creative and crazy as her.

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Friday, October 28, 2016

#NewRelease - The Gunslinger's Woman - Kelly Dawson - #spanking #western #romance

A hardened gunslinger, a sassy woman. Is his quick draw enough to keep her safe?

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The last thing nineteen-year-old Jeannie Cooper wants is to be a prim and proper lady, so when her older brothers try to send her off to finishing school she runs away from the family ranch to keep them from putting her on the train to Boston. She plans to hide out on the prairie and return in a few days, but things go horribly wrong when she stumbles upon the infamous Mullins gang.

Danny Coulter is a hardened gunslinger with more than enough enemies already, but when he sees a beautiful young woman held captive by outlaws his conscience forces him into action. Rescuing Jeannie turns out to be only the beginning of his troubles, however. Her sass and defiance quickly test the limits of his patience as he endeavors to get her home safely, and before long he is left with little choice but to take her over his knee for a sound spanking.

Though Danny's firm-handed discipline leaves her bottom sore and her cheeks blushing, Jeannie is nonetheless excited when her brothers offer him a job at the ranch. Soon he is courting her in earnest, and after a local busybody witnesses him giving Jeannie the first bare-bottom spanking of her life, Danny proposes marriage to avoid a scandal. But with the Mullins gang out for revenge, will his quick draw be enough to protect his woman?

Publisher's Note: The Gunslinger's Woman includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

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She gasped as Danny’s huge, hard hand connected with her bottom, the force of the swat reverberating through her. His hand landed again and she gritted her teeth against the pain, determined not to cry out, lest the townsfolk hear her.

            “You need to be taught a lesson in manners, and in controlling your temper,” Danny scolded, punctuating his words with another fiery swat.

            Jeannie hissed at the fire that tore through her backside, unable to believe that someone who had been half dead just two days ago was smacking her so thoroughly now. She straightened and stood up as he removed his hand from between her shoulder blades, relieved that it was over so soon.
“No, stay there, this isn’t finished. Take down your pants – you’re going to get this spanking on the bare.”
   “No!” Jeannie gasped, horrified. “You can’t!”
  “I’m too sore to spank you hard enough to have much of an impact,” Danny said. “So it’s either your bare behind, or I use my belt. What’s it to be?”
What a choice. Jeannie groaned. “It’s having an impact, believe me!” she cried. “It’s hurting a lot!”
Danny looked at her sternly, his dark gaze smoldering as he fixed his eyes on hers, sending electricity rippling down her spine. His stern stare sent heat to her very core. “What’s it to be?” he asked softly, dangerously. “Will you take down your pants or am I taking off my belt?”
The sting Danny’s hand was inflicting through her pants was bad enough, no way did she want to feel it on her bare skin. But his belt? She shuddered at the thought of the leather slapping against her bottom. Even through her heavy canvas pants, she knew it would hurt. The sting in her bottom contradicted his claim that he couldn’t spank her very hard at the moment due to his injury – the thought of his belt against her tender bottom truly scared her.
  “I’ll pull my pants down,” she mumbled, her face flushing red with embarrassment. She looked at the ground, hoping Danny wouldn’t see the shame flooding through her.
“Go on then,” he urged her.
Her fingers were shaking as she fumbled with the buttons on her pants, undoing them slowly then pushing them down to her knees. She tugged her short lace drawers down too – the only concession she made to femininity. She shivered as the cool air rippled across her bare skin, kissing her with a chilly breeze. She kept her back to Danny, trying to keep her most intimate places hidden from his view. She was mortified. But despite her shame, she could feel a slickness between her legs that wasn’t there before, and a tingling ache that left her wanting.
“Put your hands back on the wagon and bend over, just as you were before.”
She shook her head. I can’t do this. Panic rose up within her. Maybe she couldn’t escape from her punishment, but neither could she participate in it. If Danny wanted her bent over, he’d have to put her in that position.
Danny’s hand went to his waist. “Do I need to take off my belt?” He looked at her sternly, one eyebrow raised, his dark eyes flashing with impatience.
Inhaling sharply, she shook her head furiously and forced herself to obey. She placed first one hand on the side of the wagon and then the other, fighting to calm her racing heart.
“Good, now bend over.”
Danny’s voice was smooth, a low rumble that sent sparks through her. His hand on the back of her neck, pushing her down, gave her the strength she needed to position herself as he demanded, and she took comfort in the presence of his restraining hand.
The first smack of his hard, rough hand against her bare skin took her breath away. It stung so much more without the protection of her pants. Never had she been spanked on her bare bottom before, and the indignity of it was almost as intolerable as the pain. A second slap followed quickly after the first, and the third one made her cry out.
“Unless you want the townsfolk to witness your spanking, I suggest you keep quiet,” Danny admonished quietly. “You earned this spanking, now you can stand there and take it.”

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, 7 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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