My Special Guest – Jessica Lynne

I always love having guests on my blog. Today is all about a wonderful author with her debut release. She’s been so excited and I am happy to share her journey into becoming a published author with you. Welcome Jessica Lynne. Let’s take a taste of…

CORRECTING CANDI

SYNOPSIS

Candiis a twenty-five-year-old young woman living off her daddy’s money in New York. Having everything handed to her certainly hasn’t helped her in the maturity department and when her father threatens to cut her off, she has no choice but to find a job. When she meets with a job recruiter, Ralph Hamilton, seeking employment, he is baffled by theCorrecting Candi (cover) constant setbacks she’s had with each previous employer. After getting to know her, Ralph is on to her. She may think life is being unkind, but he has other ideas…

Ralph Hamilton is the owner of R. Hamilton & Co. Life has thrown him some curve balls, but when he meets Candice, she proves to be just the woman he needs to get his life back. Little does Candi know that his influence in her life will go far beyond the office…

EXCERPTS

ONE…

“I understand that, Mista Hamilton but you still haven’t told me what you are proposing…” He sat back and nodded his agreement. “What I am proposing, Candice is for you to allow me to reform you.” His eyes met hers, silently, with an authoritative presence that was all their own.

She wanted to burst out laughing again but when she looked into his eyes, she could see he wasn’t bluffing.  “And how do you intend to do that?” she questioned, eyes wide with disbelief.

“First, I would like to make it very clear that our relationship would be strictly platonic. I am not out to hit on you or try to take advantage of you. I will view you as an employer views their employee. You likewise will refer to me as Sir. You would reside in my home and have rules which you would be expected to follow and routines which you would be expected to keep. Adherence to your rules and responsibilities would earn you rewards and privileges and rule breaking would earn you punishments.”

“Um,” she croaked, her mouth dry from falling open. “What do you mean by punishments?”

“I mean that you will be punished for failure to adhere to my authority in any way that I see fit. The methods I use could be as simple as a reprimand or they could be as complex and humbling as a thorough bare bottom spanking, given over my knee. Do you catch my drift?”

Blushing – she could actually feel herself blushing! She couldn’t remember the last time she had done so. No one had that effect on her, ever. And while she sat there trying to contain her embarrassment, and arousal, he sat across from her cool as a cucumber, not so much as breaking a sweat.

TWO…

“I don’t want you to let me…” Candi interjected, her eyes pleading in his direction.

Fear was etched across her face, a look he’d never seen her wear before. He’d seen her nervous before, yes. She was nervous when he gave her a spanking, but this was not that. Every feature of her face was drawn out and taut as if her life itself depended on his staying.

“Please don’t go, Ralph.” She reached out for him afraid this would be the last time, afraid he’d make her leave and not return. “I’ll take the spanking, please. I want to do better than this. Teach me, Ralph, teach me to do right.”

PURCHASE LINK

AUTHOR BIO

I have a strong belief that when something of value is broken- a person, a keepsake, or a relationship- you don’t throw it away, you fix it! Whether the thing in need of repair is a character trait, an attitude, an heirloom, or a marriage- you do whatever is necessary to repair it if possible. (I have a whole shelf full of hot-glued Willow Tree figurines to prove it!)

My focus is relationships. My passion is love. Much of my writing embraces themes such as renewed relationships, trust and forgiveness, repentance and correction, and character refining. I was given the advice once, “Don’t be afraid to be bold,” and that is how I try to approach my writing.

I began writing at a very early age. I enjoyed putting stories together. In fact, I once wrote on cardboard after I had run out of paper. As a teenager, I wrote short stories, poetry, and began to dabble in novella writing. As a mother of many little’s, my writing has been put away for a time and I am just now beginning to dust it off and put pen to paper again.

My stories are about relationships and commitment. They encompass themes such as strong men who lead their women, and headstrong women who learn to trust their man. Many times, this compromise takes place over a red bottom!

I hope that you will join me on my journey into author-hood and that you enjoy my books! Thank you for your support!

Thank you so much for being here, Jessica! What a steamy story!

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

 

 

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My Special Guest – Nora Nolan

I have a very special guest who is relatively new to the publishing world. She has the second in a fabulous series HOT off the presses, but the book can be read as a stand alone. If you have a KU Subscription – it can be read for FREE!! A perfect summer read. Please enjoy from Nora Nolan!

A BADGE IN BIG ROCK

Synopsis

Amy McCray is on a mission to clear her half-brother of a murder charge.  He’d been with a married woman at the time, and to protect her reputation, has forbidden Amy or anyone else to mention the woman to the authorities.  Now the woman has disappeared.A Badge in Big Rock

Amy knows the only way she can prove her brother’s innocence is to find the woman and convince her to come back and testify.  She only has one clue: that the woman’s sister is in Big Rock.  Even though Amy’s never met her in person, it’s a small town; surely a red-haired woman won’t be too hard to find!

What she didn’t count on was a handsome sheriff getting in her way and thwarting her plans to do her own independent sleuthing.  It didn’t help that he insisted on ensuring her safety, and wasn’t hesitant to apply some western justice when she didn’t follow his rules.

EXCERPT

“Before we go to the Bronc to check on Mattie, we can go over and ask around at the Poker Palace.”

“No need to, I went today and she’s not…” Uh oh. She slowly raised her eyes again to find Jim looking at her as though he didn’t believe she’d just said that. Not after he specifically told her not to go without him. Damn. I should have done what he said.

“You did what?”

“Uh, well…” Her eyes darted about and her fingers fidgeted with the plate the cheese slices rested on. “It really was all right, I didn’t have any problems, and I couldn’t wait until-”

He was at the side of her chair before she realized he had even moved. He grasped her wrist firmly and pulled her up from her chair. He pulled the chair out a little further from the table to give himself more room, then he sat down. She didn’t even have time to ask what he was doing before he pulled her over his lap.

“What are you doing?” she shrieked. “Let me back up!”

“Not a chance,” he said as he lifted her skirt and petticoat up and over her head.

“You can’t do this to me! You have no right! This is obscene!”

“This is not obscene; it’s a well-deserved application of punishment on the backside of a disobedient woman. I told you several times not to walk around even the good parts of town, not to mention the side of town where the saloons are.”

Swat!

“What were you thinking? You could have been attacked, or raped, or who knows what.” Several licks punctuated the last sentence.

“But it turned out fine! I found out they hadn’t seen her, so I checked off one of the possibilities.” She began to cry.

His hand delivered a few more blows before pausing. “But Amy, what if it hadn’t turned out okay? I deal with drunken louts and bar fights all the time. There’s no predicting what even a good man may do when he’s lost his senses to liquor. It makes some men mellow, but it makes others meaner than rattlesnakes.” He resumed. Swat!

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “Ow! Please stop!”

“I told you to not to go out without me. If you’d minded me, I wouldn’t have to do this. I’m not going to have you ignoring me or sneaking around hoping I don’t find out what you’re up to.” The swats came down, and her bloomers didn’t do much to protect her from the sting.

“Please stop! I was just hoping I could find Hattie!”

“What exactly were you hoping to accomplish by going without me? What was so all-fired important that you couldn’t wait?”

“Nothing! It’s just, it’s just” Don’t tell him. He wouldn’t understand about Caleb.

PURCHASE LINK

WHERE TO STALK NORA

Noranolanbooks.com

Noranolan.books@gmail.com

Thank you so much for being here! 

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

Takeover – My DH – Behind the Scenes

Happy Monday. I’m very lucky and honored to have my husband, who I never talk about, actually do a takeover of my blog today. He is quite frankly the reason behind the Missoula Smokejumpers Series. The reason I wrote the books? Hearing about his amazing time spent there renovating a Best Products Store – YEARS AGO. Let’s see what he has to say about being a part of the dark and dangerous world.

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Hello Piper Stone Fans!

My name is P and I thought you might like some insight into Piper and her writing. I am doing a take-over of her blog for a brief few seconds.

I met Piper back in 1989 and was as intrigued by her as many of her readers are. So Missoula Smokejumpers Collectionintrigued so much that I decided a divorce was in order. For you, all you need to do is buy or read a book. So let’s say that I went all in.

She was the weirdest person I ever met when I made my decision, and she remains weird – but she has a heart of gold and believes in the good of all.

We married and both worked in an industry far away from the literary world. I travelled for work quite a bit and always brought back stories.

Back in 2010 I bought her one of the first tiny notepads and encouraged her to resurrect the love of writing that she had as a child. There are really 13 manuscripts here from before when she was 13. She took off and the rest is history. Two hundred+ books later she is finally smiling and enjoying doing what she was meant to do. Nothing has come easily and she has suffered, cried, and endured. But nothing brings her out of those spells like the comments and messages that she gets from readers.

Piper wrote a series about the Missoula Smokejumpers that is currently out in a compilation. Marketing that is not my intent – I couldn’t give a rat’s ass if another copy was sold. But after hearing comments written to her I thought others might want to know some about that series – and not from the author: Several people have written to her and told stories about actually visiting Missoula after reading her books. How cool is that!

I had the opportunity to visit Missoula numerous times and found it to be, frankly, a refreshing and entertaining place. A place where common sense, history, and some new world all mixed in. I was able to stay in a hotel where I could open my window (OMG!) and fall asleep listening to the river flow by. I could have a drink in a bar and watch someone fly fishing and a university was in the background.

Piper took those stories to heart, stored them away for a whole bunch of time, did a crap load of research, took her respect for those who serve and get their hands dirty, and then threw ll that into a literary blender to create a series that comes as close to emulating her heart as anything else ever.

I am writing this to say that I am proud of you Piper for not giving up. For following your dreams. For having that heart. I, and our pups, experience it every day.

My hope is that you will continue to bring THAT to your readers.

P.

What do you think? I feel so proud and lucky to continue hearing his stories. 

Love and spanks…

Piper

THE MISSOULA SMOKEJUMPERS – AVAILABLE IN A COMPILATION

Secrets to tell. Love to conquer. Lives to save.

Danger. Domination. Destruction.

The Jackals

An elite team of smokejumpers nestled in the heard of Missoula, Montana.

By day they indulge in their penchant for danger.

By night they exude passion.

Are you ready for their brand of domination?

Prevent. Protect. Preserve. This is their motto.

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My Special Guest – Poppy Flynn

I adore having guests on my blog and today I have the fabulous Poppy Flynn. She has a fabulous book that’s HOT off the presses and the third in a series. Her first book is also on sale for $.99 so you must grab both!

TIES THAT BIND – CLUB RISQUE BOOK 3

SYNOPSIS

Luanna Morgan has worked hard to brush off the stigma and scandal of being a single teenage mother. These days, she is better known for her calm composure and serene disposition, but despite that, things start to sizzle between Luanna and her company’s Ties that Bind updated coverlegal director, Logan Thornton.

Logan might seem like a mild-mannered corporate lawyer, but in BDSM circles, he is better known as Master Baku, the Shibari expert. His dream is to publish a series of artistic poses which incorporate his three loves—Shibari, suspension, and photography, and he has his sights set on Luanna as the model.

But Luanna has led a deliberately quiet and modest life. She knows nothing about bondage or the intricacies of D/s relationships. She’s always had to rely on herself, and her current reputation has been hard won. Even if she decides to throw caution to the wind and finally live a little, is there really any room left in Logan’s life for yet another love, especially if she can’t find it in herself to share the ones he already has?

Logan has Luanna tied up in knots, both literally and figuratively. Is it possible to find a compromise or will circumstances conspire to pull them apart?

EXCERPT

“I’m going to make love to you, with or without,” he told her in a low voice. “But if you really don’t like this, I’ll free you right now. Just nod to continue, or shake your head, and it’s gone.”

It was Luanna’s turn to take a leap of faith. He’d taken her by surprise, but she didn’t hate the sensations already coursing through her heated blood.

Finally, she nodded her head. She saw the lust and also the relief that fired in Logan’s eyes, but still, he gave her another out. “Are you certain?”

Luanna nodded again.

Logan closed his eyes and tucked his head into the crook of her neck. Then he sucked at the delicate skin on her collarbone and lifted his head once more. “I won’t do anything unexpected,” he promised her. “I just want to make love to you like this, give you a little taste of being bound. I want to fasten your wrists to the headboard, too; you okay with that?”

Ties that Bind general 2Luanna’s breath caught at the thought. It was strangely erotic, and she nodded once again in consent.

Logan was surprised at the slight tremor in his hands as he secured Luanna’s bound wrists to the convenient wooden crossbar at the head of the bed. He’d bound a woman hundreds of times in complex and contorted poses, for his sexual and aesthetic enjoyment. But never before had it ever meant as much to him as this simple, improvised act of bondage.

Logan sat back on his haunches and admired his handiwork, makeshift as it was. Luanna looked beautiful, restrained. She would look even more magnificent in his ropes. Just the thought had his cock throbbing. She would suit a colour that was strong, like her. Not red, that would clash with her hair and overpower her pale skin. But still something bold, brighter than black. Purple, perhaps, or yellow. God, he hoped she would allow him to tie and bind her. He could start with something unrestricting and erotic like the karada, or rope dress, to introduce her to the art of Kinbaku. And from there, once she was comfortable, maybe she would permit something more intricate and confining—something that would allow the rope to pose her body, and finally, perhaps she would agree to be suspended, modelled like a ballerina, frozen mid-jump. Eventually, she might even allow him to record those moments for posterity.

The thought had him sucking in a harsh breath, and suddenly, he couldn’t keep his hands off her for a moment longer.

Oh, that’s HOT! I so hope you enjoyed. 

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My Special Guest – Poppy Flynn

I have another fabulous guest on my blog today and she has a tasty, new release. Poppy lives in rural Wales, where she pens wicked and delicious stories with Blushing Books. Let’s take a peek at her latest release.

FEAR’S WHISPER – CLUB RISQUE 2

SYNOPSIS

Charlotte Chapman and Jake Blackwood keep getting thrown together. After twelve years of crushing on the hot businessman she first met as a student at University, Charlotte is more than prepared to see how things progress, but Jake keeps getting cold feet.Fear's whisper

When he walks away for the second time, Charlotte decides to explore the BDSM lifestyle that he keeps throwing up as a barrier. But because of a terrible past experience, Jake misinterprets travel journalist Charlotte’s interest and believes she is out to scoop a news story at the expense of him and his newly acquired club.

Can she convince him of the truth or will this be the end of what was beginning to be a beautiful relationship at last?

EXCERPT

Jake had crawled back into bed, tired and irritable, at five on Sunday morning, muttering and cursing, and had woken up later that morning with dark shadows under his eyes, an almost fixed frown marring his usually relaxed features and his normally cheerful temperament sadly absent.

Charlotte took it all in her stride. It was good to know all the facets of the person you were becoming involved with. Nevertheless, she couldn’t deny her disappointment at his stark refusal to play, either at home or at the club, saying he wasn’t in the right frame of mind and didn’t want to risk her wellbeing by scening when he was angry.

Privately, Charlotte thought he was being more than just a little bit melodramatic. If there was anything that Jake could truly benefit from at that moment, then it was a mindblowing release to relieve his tension and lighten his irritation.

Racking her brain over the conventions and the nuances of D/s relationships, Charlotte came to the conclusion that if one of her roles as a sub was to serve then—albeit her own interpretation—she should take it upon herself to ease his troubles.

After plying him with a delicious home cooked meal and a glass of red wine, she’d sent him off for a shower then waylaid him when he’d finished and insisted on massaging his tight, knotted shoulders and neck.

Satisfaction had energised her as she felt him relax and unwind, his muscles yielding and loosening beneath her busy fingers. Finally, with the scent of sandalwood and vanilla teasing the air from the oil she’d used, Charlotte cajoled him to lie on his back under the pretext of giving him a foot rub.

In truth, her efforts in that department were rather half-hearted, her attention diverted instead to the growing bulge in the underwear he’d insisted on wearing—stupid man, like that was going to stop her!

She held back as long as she could, but as she watched the soft jersey of his boxers tent in an effort to contain his erection, she found her mouth-watering in anticipation.

Jake lay, seemingly relaxed, with his eyes closed despite the obvious rigidity in certain parts of his anatomy. After licking her lips for maybe the fifth time, Charlotte could restrain herself no longer. In one swift movement, she surged forward, dragged away the offensive covering, grasped his balls in her oil slicked fingers and sucked his cock into her hot, wet mouth, gobbling him down till the tip hit the back of her throat. When Jake bucked involuntarily, a harsh groan wrenching from deep within as he instinctively ploughed his fingers into her hair, fisting it tightly in a move that had her moaning around his sensitive flesh and causing him to exhale loudly while a shudder ripped through his leanly muscled frame as the vibrations titillated his senses.

He leaned up on his elbows and looked down to where his rock-hard shaft disappeared behind her soft pink lips, the visual alone almost enough to send him over the edge.

“You know this is topping from the bottom, don’t you?” he demanded roughly once he’d regained a fragment of composure.

Charlotte looked up the length of his smoothly sculpted chest, slowly lifting her head until his dick left her mouth with a defined pop.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked with wide eyed innocence.

Jake sagged back on the bed, his chest quaking with the low chuckle that rumbled through him, and Charlotte privately thrilled at her success in lifting his wretched spirits.

“Suck me good, wench!” Jake demanded instead, and she hid a secret smile as she did just that and felt a warmth in her chest at having lightened his mood, which had nothing at all to

do with sex.

BIO

Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the ‘self-sufficiency’ lifestyle.

Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.

Poppy’s love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn’t have a television in the house.

“When you’re surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there’s a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless.”

WHERE TO FIND HER

amazon.com/author/poppyflynnsaucyauthor

https://poppyflynnbooks.blogspot.com/

https://www.facebook.com/poppy.flynn.355

https://www.facebook.com/clubrisque1/

https://www.instagram.com/poppyflynnbooks/

https://twitter.com/PoppyFlynn1

PURCHASE LINKS

https://www.amazon.com/Fears-Whisper-Club-Risque-Book-ebook/dp/B07JYQJDJT/

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Fools-Desire-Poppy-Flynn-ebook/dp/B07G8NDN2B/ 

https://blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=4897

 Thank you so much for being here!

Kisses…

Piper

My Special Guest – Asha Daniels

You know how I love having guests on my blog. I have one HOT reverse harem and it’s all about Outlaw Cowboys. Yep, they do exist. Her book is coming out on August 24th. Let’s have a warm welcome for… Asha Daniels

HER OUTLAW COWBOYS

SYNOPSIS

Can three dangerous outlaws find love and solace in the arms of one woman?

Wanted: Social Director. Come to the Wild West where you’ll find romance and the adventure of a lifetime.

For Georgia, a teacher from North Carolina, working on a dude ranch is exactly the change in her life she’s been looking for. Jilted by a younger lover, she’s more than ready Her Outlaw Cowboysfor something new, but passion is definitely offthe menu. And so, she lies in order to obtain the job.

When she meets three sexy, rugged, opinionated, and very arrogant cowboys, all bets are off.

Savage, Toby, and Josh are struggling to reclaim their lives. An opportunity for a job at a local dude ranch may be just what they need. A chance meeting with a sexy filly might fulfill a combined fantasy, but her caustic mouth and surly attitude need to be handled in their way—strict discipline. They have no problem taking her over their knees and issuing the physical correction she so desperately requires.

When their happiness is thwarted by damning accusations, including lies and deceit, can they work together to uncover the truth?

EXCERPT

Georgia was forced to look up at the man, his grin infectious. “Beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like this place.” She was surprised he was in a pair of black jeans and a simple blue t-shirt, but dear God, the material hugged his chest muscles like nobody’s business. She had to divert her eyes away for fear of whimpering.

“We like to call it home. Are you checking in?” he asked, moving to the computer.

“Actually, I’m Georgia Taylor. Your new Social Director.”

He darted another glance, scrutinizing then breaking into a huge smile. Sticking out his arm for a handshake, he leaned over the counter. “Nice to meet you. I’m Shane Marshall. I kinda run this place, at least when my brother isn’t clamoring around. We are soglad to see you. You have an impressive resume. Catering. Planning weddings. Parties for the rich and famous. I am shocked you accepted the position.”

Shaking hands with the true cowboy sent shivers down her spine. When Jessica jabbed her in the side, she jumped. “I’m thrilled to be here.”

“And who is your friend?” His eyes twinkled when he looked at Jessica.

“She’s staying for a few days. I mean if that’s okay. I mean with me. In my room. If there’s room.” Georgia knew she was blabbering again.

The cowboy grinned, tipping his head, his gaze shifting to Jessica.

“Jessica. Jessica Miller,” Jessica breathed, pursing her lips. She kept his hand in hers, fanning her face with the other hand.

“Jess,” Georgia whispered.

Laughing, he reached into a drawer, pulling out a set of actual keys. “There’s plenty of room. We thought you’d prefer a cabin of your own. Why don’t you get all settled in and I’ll let Richard know you’re here. I’m certain he’ll want to talk to you.”

“Thank you so much. A cabin. I wasn’t expecting that.” Georgia took the keys, feeling every bit the liar she was. The embellishment on her resume had been after the wine. Sure, blame the wine consumption for lying like a dog.

“Only the best for our employees. Now, all you need to do is keep on the same path you came in on. About a mile down the road, you’ll come to a sign for the employee’s quarters. Yours in the third one on the right. Can’t miss it. There’s an employee café at the end of that street and you’re welcome to come up to the main house and eat at the restaurant as well. We have a well renowned chef in our midst.” Shane couldn’t take his eyes off Jessica.

“What kinds of things are there to do at this fancy resort?” Jessica brushed her hand down her neck as she swayed her hips back and forth.

“Watersports of all kinds. Hunting, if you’re into that. Hiking and ropin’ and riding horses. If you’d like, I’ll be happy to show you around tomorrow. Ms. Taylor will be far too busy to keep you company.” Shane’s voice had dropped to a seriously sensuous level.

Georgia resisted chuckling seeing the look on her friend’s face.

“I’d love that, cowboy. I need all the help I can get being roped, er learning ropin’ and blond with horsehorses,” Jessica purred.

“Then we’re on for ten in the morning. I’ll come get you.” Shane winked. “Why don’t you both come back here in an hour or so? While Georgia is talking with Richard, I’m certain I can find something for you to do, Jessica. If you’re game.”

“I’m always game,” Jessica stated without any hesitation.

“Thank you again.” Georgia grabbed her arm, trying to yank her away. The force of her jerk threw her, and she stumbled backwards and straight into the arms of someone else. A man. A man with massive arms, one who stood a solid foot taller than her and as she inhaled, she tingled from the musky scent. His hands moved down her arms, his grip firm but easy, keeping her from falling flat on her face. For a few seconds, she remained exactly where she was, refusing to move. Then her rational side took over. “I’m so sorry.” Yanking herself upright, she turned, flabbergasted at her actions.

“No problem.” His eyes were narrowed then opened wide as he gazed down the length of her body. “No problem at all.”

Flanked by two others, Georgia could hear the exclamation coming from Jessica. All three were incredible in their size and physique, their stunning looks and sculpted bodies. They were every woman’s fantasy and almost exactly as she’d pictured in her dreams. Oh God. Don’t panic. Don’t make a fool out of yourself. She darted another look, able to keep her wits about her.

One seemed almost regal in his aristocratic looks, his chiseled features. The other was more roguish, just like a man who rode a horse. But the man who caught her had a dangerous look about him. Dark. Forbidden. He was a man of action. Sensual. Sexual. Standing well over six feet somethin’, his arms were inked, the colors vibrant, his physique powerful and buff, his hair cropped short.

Her nipples were so hard, scraping against her bra, that she almost reached up to adjust the lace. She’d never had this kind of reaction by simply touching or being touched. The current flowing between them was off the chain, forcing her hair to stand up on the back of her neck. “Thank you for catching me.” Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

“My pleasure. Gotta watch your step around here. Never know what you might run into,” the hunk said before taking a step back. His eyes locked onto hers, reaching into her mind, her very soul. This wasn’t undressing her with his eyes.

This was creating a spicy appetizer, slathering on extra hot sauce and devouring. She was suddenly unable to breathe. She could also swear she could read his mind.

I could take you right here, feasting on your body, devouring your sweet pussy. Would you like that, sunshine? Would you love to have me fulfill your every desire?

Georgia blinked several times, trying to find any words to say.

“Are you all right, sunshine?” the hunk asked, ever so quietly.

“Fine. Just… fine.”

“Over here, gentlemen,” Shane stated, his tone having changed yet again. This time more authoritative, almost arrogant. “We need to have a conversation.”

The hunk tipped his head, giving her another look of longing before turning his attention toward the front.

“Wow. They grow them very big in these parts. Whew,” Jessica whispered, her hot breath cascading across Georgia’s cheek.

Georgia took a couple steps to the door and couldn’t help but turn around and look in their direction. The other two were watching her, admiring her was more like it. The dangerous man was glaring at Shane, nodding yet very unhappy.

“Wonder what that’s all about.”

Now, that was tasty! The cover’s pretty sizzling too. What do you think?

Thanks for being here, Asha. Pst – have you figured out a dirty little secret I have yet? Oh, come on…

Kisses and spanks

Piper

My Special Guest – Jane Burrelli

I have the lovely Jane Burelli on my blog once again today with the third in her exciting and oh-so sexy science fiction series. This one burns with hotness. Come take a taste and say hello.

FEVERED LONGINGS – BRIDE OF FIRE BOOK THREE

SYNOPSIS

When the gods breathed life into us, they blessed us with an element. Pity they didn’t care to bless us with anything else.

Mira had hoped she might find happiness in the arms of the Ice Lord. She was wrong. Political forces have driven them apart and the consequences are devastating for the fated mates. Despite all the past hurt and misunderstandings her fever for the infuriating jane fevered longingsman has not been extinguished, no matter how much she wished it.

Zorren never feared the cold until he’d tasted Mira’s warmth and passion. Mira is his and he is determined to claim her and restore her to her rightful place beside him: on the throne, in his life and in his bed. Now if only the little firebrand would cease her fruitless attempts to drive him away.

With rumblings in the South and conspiracy in the Iceari Court, Mira and Zorren need to present a united front more than ever. Are they brave enough to seize their second chance? Can they rebuild their trust and allow their love to blossom. Or will it be strangled by resentment and stubborn pride?

EXCERPT

At that moment with fury driving me out of my skin and eating me alive. Storming over to a tree I punched the trunk. The skin scraped off my knuckles and pain lanced through my hand. Better. It was as if I could reflect the pain somehow on the outside it would stop tearing me apart. I raised my hand to do it again only for it to be covered by a much larger one, halting me. “That’s enough, Hellcat,” Zorren murmured, the heat of his body beating on my back.

“Leave me alone,” I snarled under my breath biting the hand that offered comfort and focused on the pattern of the bark in front of me. Zorren inched forward and I found myself neatly trapped between the tree and his large body. Strong arms caging me in on either side.

“Mira, we don’t have time for this you need to control your emotions.” Warm breath sternly chastised my ear. “Or I will do it for you.”

I needed to heed him, I wanted to, instead I bared my teeth. “You and what army?” Yes, I was that stupid. Zorren pressed forward, his body covering me from head to toe and I had no room left to squirm.

“I don’t need an army just a strong arm, but we are currently open to attack while you act like a fool.” His hard, blunt words cut through. Exhaling, I forced my body to go slack.

“You’re right,” I admitted. “I’m sorry.”

Zorren dropped a kiss on me to show there were no hard feelings. “Good girl.”

Thank you so much for being here! Sizzling!

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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Masters of the Castle – Witness Protection Program

I’m so excited to be a part of this sizzling and oh-so delicious compilation of stories – all involved around a single incident. The question is: Where will you be when the bombs go off? That sets the tone for eight stories, ten authors and one VERY bad man. The pre-order link will follow so you can get ready for this juicy BDSM collection. Who’s involved? Raisa Graywood, Katherine Deane, Tabitha Black, Golden Angel, BJ Wane, Rayanna Jamison, Kate Richards, Allysa Hart and the creator of the series – the incomparable Maren Smith. I thought you might like a taste of my piece just for fun. I Witness_Protection_Program_500x755adore truly dark and dangerous men. What happens if an FBI agent is determined to catch a wanted assassin? And, what would happen if she can’t deny her attraction?

CAPTURING CASSANDRA

SYNOPSIS

She’s longed to submit to a powerful man. Her choice? The assassin she’s hunted for years.

He’s cunning, he’s wealthy and he’s dangerous. When a mafia assassin is tasked to eliminate another, assuming the role of a Master Dom within the Castle, he’s prepared for just another assignment. That is, until he meets the woman selected to become his submissive. Beautiful and intelligent, she’s also his nemesis, an FBI agent hunting him for years.

What she doesn’t understand is that after this weekend, she will belong to him.

EXCERPT

He didn’t wait until the deed was finished. He simply walked toward the exit, whistling when the screams were muffled as the lid was pounded into place. “Goodbye, Mr. Timmons.”

God, he loathed this shit, no matter his appearance to everyone else. He liked to think he was an ethical killer, eliminating only those who were already horrible human beings. How many times had he thought about leaving the organization, finding work anywhere else in the world? The truth was ugly. If he even considered breaking his contract with the Salduchi’s, he’d end up tortured, his body washed up on the Jersey shore. He was locked in for the time being.

Less than twenty minutes later, he’d parked his car in his usual spot, far removed from any of the other customers. He needed a little R & R after getting his hands dirty. Knowing the owner of the posh club certainly had its perks. He was in the mood for entertainment, as well as a tall Canadian whiskey, and not for interference from anyone, including patrons of a kink club.

Sebastian breezed past the bulking doormen, heading straight for his usual table. Within thirty seconds, a drink was placed in front of him, the demure waitress his favorite. The exclusive and very private club allowed him continued anonymity, a requirement in his business. Only three of Mr. Sanduchi’s employees knew of his existence and they would be erased if Sebastian’s privacy was so much as disturbed. He chuckled at the thought, bringing the thick crystal glass to his lips. The taste was magnificent after the rough night.

This was his one free evening to himself. The next assignment was taking him out of town, to a castle nonetheless. Well, what the hell. He was in the mood for escaping the dark and ugly streets of New York, if only for a little while. Tonight, perhaps he’d indulge in carnal activities. Yes, the thought brought a quiver to his balls.

Sebastian had particular tastes and the majority of women would find them unappealing, if not downright disgusting. His tastes were considered sadistic, far too dominating, even in certain BDSM circles, making him careful about his choices, or trusting anyone. He sipped his drink, enjoying the atmosphere until a vibrant crimson dress caught his attention. The exquisite piece was body hugging, accentuating full breasts, a thin waist and long legs, the kind of legs meant to wrap around a man’s waist.

“Fascinating,” he said under his breath, watching her almost glide through the room. He’d never seen her before, which made the mystery a wonderful aphrodisiac.

The collar around her neck indicated she was ready for playtime, submission to be exact, and he could tell every red-blooded man in the room was hungry for what she had to offer. He studied her for almost ten minutes, the way she mingled, respectful in her actions yet in control of herself. She was, by far, the best looking submissive in the room, her eyes shimmering from the metal flakes clinging to her porcelain skin, her long eyelashes and scarlet lipstick, the color accentuating full lips. Even her dazzling copper colored hair, pinned in a tight bun, was desirable. She was beautiful.

She was also out of place, unescorted. Club Noire was known for catering to the upper echelon of society, but experienced participants only. The guests were all hand selected by the owner, a discerning and influential New Yorker. The lovely woman was obviously searching for someone, if not to break free of her confining mask, hence the garish makeup. He snickered and fingered the rim of his glass, rubbing the tip around in lazy circles. An ingénue to consider playing with, teaching, training.

Capturing.

The thought was delicious indeed. One night would be enough. At least for now. He’d never fallen for anyone, submissive or otherwise. He enjoyed taking and tasting but refused any entanglements. The bitter involuntary sigh reminded him that he was also hungry for a change in life. Given the abusive requirements laid out by the Sanduchi family, he refused to bring a woman, or anyone, for that matter, he cared about into the mix. They’d become an immediate target, the attachment a known weakness to exploit for any reason.

When she disappeared into the crowd, he was unable to resist, taking his drink and following her, his cock now throbbing, aching. He hadn’t experienced this reaction in quite some time. Remaining in the shadows, he trailed behind her as she moved from room to room, her eyes wide with delight. When she slipped inside the pony play area, he was forced to admit he was intrigued. He studied her for some time, the way her hand brushed across her neck, an obvious nervous habit. She remained in the back of the room, her eyes fixed on the Dom centered in the middle of the room. A flogger in one hand, he was parading his pony around the room proudly, whipping her naked ass for the slightest infraction.

Sebastian took another sip of his drink, able to see by the woman’s reaction that she was fascinated but frightened. Perhaps this was too much to begin with. He inched closer, until he was directly behind her. Inhaling her perfume, the exotic scent filling his nostrils, he envisioned his particular methods of training. He would enjoy breaking her down to a basic level, providing discipline as well as pleasure, but only if she was a very good student.

She tensed, as if knowing he was standing only a few inches away, yet a smile curled across her lip. The woman didn’t fidget, nor did she cower, two traits he abhorred. Additional points in her favor.

“You seem quite interested,” he stated as he lowered his head, allowing a single hot breath to cascade across the back of her neck.

Her breath skipped, her lips pursed. “Very much so.”

“You are submissive.” Sebastian fingered the leather collar surrounding her neck, a rather crude leather piece unbefitting her gorgeous attire.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, you can be trained.”

She darted a quick glance in his direction, blinking several times. “I’d like to be, sir.”

“And you’re not owned?” He had to admit, he was more than curious.

“No, sir. I’ve been told I’m… difficult, untrainable.”

Her statement brought a chuckle to his lips. “All women are trainable. The method used is the key.” He allowed his finger to travel down her neck to the area just above her spine. Electricity shot through him, forcing his balls to swell.

She remained quiet, only the slightest moan escaping her mouth.

“I believe you require a very firm hand, harsh discipline and strict rules. You crave the darker side of kink, being captured and caged, your body used while enjoying the taste of ecstasy.”

Shuddering, she nodded before answering. “Yes, sir.”

“Training takes time, effort and location. I can only offer you a taste of discipline tonight. Is this something you desire?”

“Very much so, sir.” Her words were whispered, the lilt captivating in sensuality.

“What is your name?”

She licked across the seam of her mouth, as if buying time. “Winter, sir.”

“Lovely. A woman as warm and beautiful as you should have an equally stunning name. Follow me, Winter.” Sebastian didn’t look back to see if she would follow. He prided himself on being able to read people, especially women. She yearned for an experience she’d only read about in horrific books depicting S & M as easy to understand. Being welcomed into the club was the first step. The owner must consider her worthy. He moved in absolute silence toward a more suitable location, the room known as punishment to the regulars. Taking her hand, he led her inside, securing a location in the back before placing both hands on her shoulders. “Watch and learn.”

Winter was wide eyed as the first demonstration was given, a masked Dom securing a woman to a steel ‘X’ cross, her naked body quivering as the shackles were placed around her wrists and ankles. The rubber ball gag positioned in her mouth was no doubt to keep her screams from interrupting the others during playtime.

Sebastian was well aware certain rooms within the club were more for show than any aspect of true BDSM, but he’d always enjoyed the various acts, if only from afar. He’d never brought a submissive to this location, or to any for that matter. Why, tonight, was he breaking his own rules? The question was intriguing.

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So, what do you think? Pretty Sexy, huh? I hope you enjoyed!

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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My Special Guest – Stella Moore

Happy sizzling Sunday! I have an incredible guest on my blog today. Her latest book delves into every woman’s worst nightmare – a bad body image. How difficult is this for some? Terrifying to say the least. What happens when you’re faced with this in the most horrific manner? Well, you fight back – your way. Welcome and enjoy Stella Moore’s most excellent book.

DADDY’S PERFECT PRINCESS

SYNOPSIS

Left humiliated and heartbroken by the man she’d planned to marry, Mindy Kirkman goes on a mission to get the best revenge (body) she can. Her plans take an unexpected turn when she falls hard for sexy personal trainer, Fox Washburn. But Mindy’s quest for Stella Coverrevenge takes her down a dangerous path. Will she sabotage her happiness with Fox? Or will she finally accept that perfection comes in all sizes?

EXCERPT

“He dumped me,” Mindy said after a long while.

“Asshole.”

Mindy smiled, grateful that she could, even when her heart felt like it was shattering into a billion tiny pieces. “You don’t even know why he dumped me. He could have had a perfectly logical reason.”

“Impossible. You’re perfect.”

“Yeah, okay,” Mindy replied with a humorless laugh. “Apparently, I’m too fat to be Mrs. Todd Allen, so there’s that.”

Jenna’s hand stilled on her head. “Excuse the fuck out of me?”

What a wonder it was, to be loved so deeply by someone that even the slightest insult would bring them rushing to your defense. Mindy closed her eyes and let the warmth of Jenna’s righteous fury wash over her. “Those weren’t his exact words, but it was the basic gist.”

“He’s going to basically get my foot up his ass. What a fucking douchebag,” Jenna snarled.

Mindy sighed. “I guess.”

“You guess? What do you mean you guess?”

“It’s just… I knew he wanted me to lose weight.” Tears she hadn’t thought she still had in her clogged her throat. “I knew it was important to him and I didn’t bother to try hard enough. It’s my fault, Jenna.”

The room fell silent, save for Mindy’s occasional sniffle and Jenna’s ragged, furious breathing. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” Jenna finally said at length. “You’ve been through a major trauma, and you’re not thinking straight. We can talk about it after you’ve had some sleep.”

BIO

Nestled somewhere in the Southeastern United a States you can usually find Stella curled up on her couch with her tablet, a blanket (because even during a southern summer, she’s freezing) and a glass of wine. If she isn’t writing or tweaking her newest work, she’s glued to a book. Romance, suspense, thrillers, Stella loves a little bit of everything.

Other than reading, she spends her time listening to her husband play his guitar and throwing spontaneous dance parties with her two teenage daughters in the living room. When she can convince everyone else to venture outside, she loves hiking and swimming. Her husband is fairly certain she’s secretly a mermaid, as she’d live in the water if she could.

Stella has been writing spanking fiction off and on for years, but she’s just recently taken the plunge into writing full on novels. She is from the school of “write what you know”, and her husband is always willing (sometimes too willing!) to assist with any research she needs.

STALKING STELLA

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What do you think? Looks delicious to me! Thank you so much for being here. 

Kisses… Piper

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My Special Guest – Jane Burrelli

I’m very excited to have Jane Burrelli on my blog again. She has the second book in a delicious science fiction series coming out today! The Bride of Fire Series is spicy and truly enjoyable to read. Let’s take a peek at her latest…

PLAYING WITH FIRE

This princess isn’t afraid to play with fire, are you?

SYNOPSIS

When the gods breathed life into us they blessed us with an element, a pity they didn’t Jane Burelli second book covercare to bless us with anything else.

Princess Nymira’s life changed forever when a coup forced her to flee north and in doing so she found herself mated to Zorren, the formidable Ice Lord. Their instant connection is undeniable but their budding relationship is not without challenges.

Mira must now face the open hostility of a foreign court as she attempts to carve out a niche at Zorren’s side. New enemies work tirelessly to drive a wedge between the newly mated pair and their tentative bond of trust is tested to the limit. Are Mira and Zorren strong enough to withstand the storm or will her most guarded secret drive them apart?

Forever.

EXCERPT

He sized up the battle lines drawn between us and quirked an eyebrow. My eyes narrowed. That. One. Single. Movement. Sent my justified anger up another notch.

“Is that right?” he purred. The hair on the back of my neck prickled as he slowly stalked closer.

“I mean it, Zorren,” I hissed wanting to keep him as far away as possible. I drew myself up to my full height and still managed to feel small. “I’m going to call it an early night,” I stated with as much dignity that I possessed. “I have a terrible headache.” His firm lips curled at the blatant lie and my toes copied the movement. Would he call me on it? My back bumped the wall, though I was not sure when I started moving. Zorren’s arms bracketed my head and his lean hips pinned me in place. Dancing blue eyes looked down at me and I snapped mine shut. Bracing myself for the tide of desire that washed through me. My heart sped up oh, so predictably and my hands fisted tightly, digging my nails into my palms. I would fight the pull.

“Shall I let that lie slip, little mate?” The low graveled words curling around my ear was almost my undoing. The soft rasp of stubble scraping across the crook of my neck made my knees quiver. Of course, he wouldn’t let it pass. I raised my chin and met his unwavering gaze.

“It is not a lie.” I sniffed with disdain. “You are most definitely giving me a headache with your split personality.” Less than pleased Zorren’s lips thinned, the playfulness faded and a rigidity entered his arms.

“Is that so?”

“One minute you want me,” I accused my eyes blazing up at him. “The next, you pass me off to your friend and keep me at arm’s length. You swap between the Ice Lord and my mate. Well, at this moment I am not in the mood to accommodate either one.”

AUTHOR BIO

When I realised that the world was not hiring for a ‘sarcastic but benign Supreme Ruler of the Universe’ I’ve decided to focus on my passion. By day I work in a UK company’s finance department and by night I become my alter ego Scribble Girl or as my good friends have affectionately dubbed me the ‘sex author’. Always armed with a notepad and pen in the black hole I call a handbag, I have been writing never ending stories since the age of 11 and this all stemmed from my love of reading.

I love reading. Period!

I’m part of the Harry Potter generation and while waiting between books would literally devour any book I could get my hands on. Let’s put it this way J.K Rowling has a lot to answer for. I adore that there is no end in sight to where your own imagination can take you and that between the pages of a book you are transported to another world.

Happy Reading!

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What a wonderful except! Remember, releasing today! Thank you so much for being here.

Kisses…

Piper

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