I hope you all are having a happy Monday!
I'm about to share with you a new story, from an author that hasn't appeared on my blog before. But from the cover... I mean seriously... how hot is that guy!
A man like that definitely knows how to make a girl purr... *wink*
Author's Note:
The idea behind the book was to have a romantic thriller,
using elements of voodoo and black magic, blended with a romance between a hero
and heroine who must deal with some unusual obstacles. How does a love affair
work when one character is a modern day professional woman and the other is a
century and a half old shape shifting man-creature living under a curse? With
some difficulty, and that is what creates the dramatic tension. Of course, this
is also a “spanking” romance and erotic spanking comprises a major feature of
the story. How? It turns out that our alpha male hero has ways of diverting
dangerous beastly aggression into sexual expression that includes liberal use
of the pain/pleasure principle on his partners, i.e., the lash as well as old
fashioned spanking.
Blurb:
Up-and-coming investigative reporter Lucy McCall jumps at
the chance to look into the story of the disappearance of several young women
in New Orleans, but the situation quickly becomes personal after a good friend
of hers is taken. A tiny voodoo doll left behind at each of the women’s homes
serves as the kidnapper’s only calling card.
While snooping around her friend’s apartment in search of
anything that might help shed light on what took place, Lucy is surprised to be
confronted by a mysterious, darkly handsome man who demands that she stop
pursuing the story. Her surprise turns to shock when the man takes her over his
knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly to drive his point home.
Undeterred by the man’s stern warnings, Lucy continues her investigation, and
soon she crosses paths once more with the very same man who so recently
punished her in such a humiliating manner.
The last thing someone like Drake needs is a naïve,
headstrong reporter sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong, but Lucy proves
more determined and resourceful than he expected. Knowing the terrible danger
she faces while going it alone, Drake reluctantly agrees to accept Lucy’s help
in his efforts to thwart the plans of the one responsible for the
disappearances. But as she has already learned the hard way, her bare bottom
will pay the price if she fails to do as she is told.
Drake has a dark secret of his own, however, and he stays in
the shadows for a reason. When she discovers his true nature, Lucy is both
terrified and filled with a desire more intense than anything she has ever felt
before. Soon enough she finds herself crying out from both pain and pleasure as
he punishes her, dominates her, and takes her harder than she had thought
possible. Drake’s fierce lovemaking leaves her longing for more, but will he be
able to keep her safe as they prepare to confront the evil stalking the city?
Publisher’s Note: The Beast’s Woman 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.
Excerpt:
He broke the silence. “You’re an amateur—and utterly naive.
Whatever game you are playing at, you are in way over your head. You need to go
home like a good little girl and stay out of this.”
Lucy sputtered. “You can’t talk to me that way. I’ll have
you know I’m a reporter for the Times. A good one.”
“You are a dilettante and you are about to be in serious
trouble of a type you can’t imagine. Go home.”
Lucy tossed her head and set her jaw. “I’m not done looking
around yet.”
The man stared her down. “You will either get out of here
and go home, or I’ll put you over my knee and spank your little bottom raw,
right here and now.”
What did he just say? Lucy froze at the threat. Spank
her? The prospect of a humiliating spanking at the hands of this man
flashed through her head as she saw herself rudely upended, bottom up. Then her
ire rose. “Don’t you threaten me. I have as much right to be here as you. More,
actually. You wouldn’t dare touch me.”
“Have it your way,” said the man as he advanced.
Lucy stumbled backwards and slipped. She fell on her back on
the bed. The effigy popped out of her waistband where she had tucked it, and
fell at the man’s feet.
“So,” he said, bending to pick it up. “You lied, and on top
of that you were going to cart this off.” He shook his head. “I’m going to
impart a valuable lesson here, one that might save your life. You will stay
away from this place and everything connected to it.”
He reached for her. Lucy tried to scoot away, but he was too
quick and too strong. He sat on the bed and flipped her across his knees.
“Noo!” Lucy shrieked, but the man was undeterred. The next
thing she felt was her skirt being lifted and her tights being rucked down.
Underneath she wore a thong. He left that in place at least.
For the next several minutes the apartment of Kiri
Constantine rang out with the sounds of a sturdy male palm meeting bare female
flesh. Crack after crack exploded across her rear. Lucy had never felt anything
like it. Her bottom burned red hot with the repeated smacks. The spanks
assaulted her rear cheeks with a relentless intensity, the sting in her bobbing
fanny increasing with each meaty smack until she was sure that she’d burst into
tears any moment.
She felt overpowered, helpless, and utterly humiliated. Bare
bottomed, held face down over this man’s knee and powerless, she wriggled and
fought, but he held her in an iron grip, seemingly effortlessly. As smack after
smack assaulted her nearly bare behind, Lucy could do nothing but flutter her
legs and wail.
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Author: Jordan
St. John
Thank you, Sara, for hosting me today. This is a cool blog!
ReplyDeleteNot a problem! I try to get a good mix of me thoughts, writing and other authors here to share. :-)
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