Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Lord Barrington's Minx by Alyssa Bailey

Greetings! I'd like to introduce you all to a brand new author, Alyssa Bailey, and her first book, Lord Barrington's Minx. 

Lady Amelia Blackwell embarks upon her first London season where she is presented to the Queen and the rest of proper society. Everyone, including Amelia herself, expects that she will find a husband amongst the new, eligible gentlemen that she meets during the whirl of social activities.
Lord Morgan Barrington has known Amelia her entire life. No longer the high spirited little girl whom he had to rescue from various scrapes, Amelia is now the beautiful, enchanting woman he has waited for her to become.
Will Amelia be willing to give up her freedom for the strict rules and expectations of Lord Barrington? Will he be able to convince her that true freedom comes from submission?


“Bloody hell!” exclaimed a familiar voice.

Hooves thundered past Amelia and she felt the wind of the great beast and rider as they
skirted by, barely missing her. Fright and disbelief as to what had just happened, or nearly happened, stilled Amelia for a few more moments and then she felt her ire rise, with accompanying heat infusing her face.

“What are you doing galloping through the formal frontage where people walk?”

Amelia began as she turned to where she knew the rider to be. She was stopped from further tirade when she looked up into the smoky gray eyes of Lord Barrington, now dark and full of tumultuous emotion.

Barrington, just as angry for the sudden shock to his mount, began to repeat his expletive, “Bloody h—Amelia! What are you doing out here?”

Then, immediately his tone changed, and he was off his horse and to Amelia’s side
quickly. “Are you hurt? Let me see you.”

Barrington began to gently caress her arms and body, reaching for her face and then
pulling her to him for a tight hug of relief when he found nothing broken. Then, just as quickly, he pushed her away and began yelling again.

“I could have killed you!”

He immediately turned her away from him and tossed up her dress, leaned her forward on his left arm, and began to pound her rounded bottom without thought or restraint.

“My lord, please, you are hurting me. Please stop, Barrington, please, stop.”

“I will stop.” Swat. When I am ready to stop.” Swat. Swat. Swat. “You frightened me,”
Swat, Swat, “and do not have regard,” Swat, Swat, “for your own safety.” Swat. Swat. Swat.

“Lord Barrington, I am sorry. You are right. I am sorry. Please stop.”

Amelia eyes were aching with the tears about to break forth as Barrington continued to
punish her bottom and she did not want to cry in front of him. Her face, as well as her now throbbing derriere, radiated quite a noticeable amount of heat. Amelia knew they were both gaining an unbecoming shade of red. This was the Barrington she had adored the whole of her life without exception. He was the one who took her in hand when no one else would. He showed her how to behave, enforcing his demands quite physically if he were inclined. He was her comfort and her security. Now, in a short period of time, all of that would be taken away. All that she knew would be gone. It was that reality that hurt more than any whipping he would ever give her.

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Saturday, July 4, 2015

His Captive Bride by April Vine

Hi Everyone! I have a special treat for you today...a new book by my dear friend, April Vine. April has been writing sexy BDSM erotica for several years, but has now published her first spanking fiction book, His Captive Bride.

Thank you, Celeste, for having me on your blog today. I’m so excited about my first foray into the world of spanking with my book His Captive Bride from Stormy Night Publications. My sexy Indian billionaire has a firm hand and my feisty American heroine gives him enough practice!
When twenty-two-year-old Haley Kent’s best friend decides to elope with the man she loves and avoid a marriage her parents have arranged for her, Hayley agrees to help. She travels to India and presents herself in disguise to Rajeev Yuvaraj, the handsome thirty-two-year-old billionaire her friend was supposed to marry. But when he discovers their ruse, the plan goes badly awry and Hayley quickly ends up as not only Rajeev’s wife but his prisoner as well.

Rajeev is no heartless tyrant, but when his new bride bites him, swears at him, and treats him with general disrespect, he decides that it is time to take her in hand. Soon enough, Hayley finds herself over her firm-handed husband’s knee for a hard spanking on her bare bottom, with more to come if her behavior makes it necessary. Yet despite his archaic views on how a wife should be kept in line, Hayley cannot resist the powerful need his dominance awakens within her. But if the opportunity to return home presents itself, will she cast aside her growing love for him, or is she truly ready to spend her life with the man who took her as his captive bride?

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

“I won’t allow this,” she screamed, yanking her hand out of his grasp and failing.
“Ah, Haley, you do try my patience.”
He moved with the speed and agility of a big wildcat and tossed her over his shoulder. He strode to the divan, sat, and swiveled her around so she lay flat on her stomach over his thighs, her ass presented to him like a cookie on a platter.
Oh, God.
“Do you wish to tell me anything before I begin?”
“Yes. You’re an arrogant monster, a bully, a horrible, horrible—” The leather of his belt met her behind and every nerve and cell in her body froze. She had still believed he was trying to shock her into telling him Anjali’s whereabouts. That he spanked her, actually took his belt to her, stunned her.
“Ouch!” she cried, lost for how else to respond, struggling to get up from his lap. He held her down way too easily.
“I barely touched you. What is it you Americans would say? Ah. You’re being a drama-queen.”
“Okay, look—” He cut her off again this time with a searing spank, making her eyes sting. Once he’d flipped his shirt away from her backside, her thong did nothing to curb the smart and neither did the satin of the nightie. He struck her again, his belt catching the fleshy center of her butt. Again and
“Perhaps a total of ten will be sufficient to teach you a lesson.”
“I don’t need a lesson. You can’t do this to me. Goddamn you!”
“But you do. And I can.”
“A gentleman would never stoop so low as to hit a girl because she bit him.”
“True, but I am not dispensing this punishment because you bit me. I’m belting your lovely ass because the next time you want to bite me, you need to ask my permission first.”

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APRIL VINE is a night-time erotic romance writer and a daytime professional dreamer. She adores books, chocolates and shoes, and is happiest doing all three at the same time.
She lives in a house with boys and a few four-legged furry things and has come to accept both species for the strange creatures they are.

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