Wicked and Wild…What Could Be Better?

I have questions for my lovely and amazing readers. It’s funny, I have a library upstairs in my house. Really its a loft where my husband and I enjoy watching sizzling movies and shows, but surrounding the room are three HUGE bookcases. In my effort to clean and organize, I took another look at the contents of the bookcase. Yes, we have dozens of both VHS (no laughing!) and DVD movies, but the huge majority of real estate taken up has to do with books. LOTS of books. Hardbacks, soft backs, paperbacks – you blond with horsename it, we have books from so many authors.

I think we all have our favorite authors, but I was pleased to see so many books written by different writers. My husband and I might be old school, but we both enjoy having an actual book in our hands. Of course, we have several computers, iPads, etc., but most often (especially for my husband), he has an actual book in his hand. He’s a voracious reader so a book doesn’t last very long. I’ve always seen him with different genres, which means various authors, so I asked him the other day why. Why go from Tim Dorsey or Carl Haisson to Clive Cussler. His answer? Because it depends on his mood. And he re-reads them several times.

I think so many readers do enjoy different genres and I honestly believe that’s why I write everything from thrillers to Daddy Dom pieces. I have varied interests and I think my readers do as well. Last year, I was heavily involved in a smokejumper series. I do love my first responders and smokejumpers are some of the bravest souls on earth – in my humble opinion. I loved writing the books, keeping the story enriched with knowledge about Missoula Montana. I adored the suspense and interaction. They will forever be a favorite of mine.

And now? Well, if the 2019 lineup is any indication, I’m switching genres every month. A dominating cowboy piece releasing February 1st. A dark and dominating Cyborg science fiction. A mafia bad boy turned hero. A firefighter forced to face his demons. A Daddy belt around throatDom bridging two genres by itself. And more… And more…

My question is:  Do you enjoy an author who writes in several genres or would you prefer to know what to expect? Do you enjoy a fully connected series or a stand alone series in which you at least have some of the same characters? Curious minds want to know!

As with every author, I think some books hit home more than others. My first Daddy Dom piece is a sleeper, but I admit, a truly fun piece to write so I thought I’d give you another taste of what you can expect if you purchase. And as with almost all my other books, if you have a KU subscription, you can read my books for free! It’s that time of year, at least in a huge portion of the US. COLD. SNOW. FIRES. WINE. A GOOD BOOK. Time to grab a copy or five and enjoy the weekend.

Oh, and don’t forget that Captured and Kept – A Dark Reverse Harem piece is HOT off the presses. 

She went looking for cavemen. The brutes she found were much less civilized…

Since her career was knocked off track in retaliation for her efforts to expose a sinister plot by high-ranking government officials, reporter Danielle Carver has been stuck writing puff pieces in a small town in Oregon. Desperate for a serious story, she sets outcapturedandkept_full to investigate the rumors she’s been hearing about mysterious men living in the mountains nearby. But when she secretly follows them back to their remote cabin, the ruggedly handsome beasts don’t take kindly to her snooping around, and she soon finds herself stripped bare for a painful, humiliating spanking.

Their rough dominance arouses her deeply, and before long she is blushing crimson as they take turns using her beautiful body as thoroughly and shamefully as they please. But when Dani uncovers the true reason for their presence in the area, will more than just her career be at risk?

MILLIONAIRE DADDY

EXCERPT

She hadn’t noticed his attire before, black pants and a crisp white shirt, his sleeves rolled up, revealing a gorgeous sun-kissed tan. In his hand was a black bag, what appeared to be a weighted duffle, and the expression on his face was one of disappointment. “Sir, I…”

Master Dominick walked inside, his eyes never blinking. “I gave you a simple request. Very simple in fact and for some reason, you found it difficult to comply. Is there a problem? Were you called for an emergency?”

“No, Sir.” There were various levels of embarrassment and for her, this was shooting well over a ten. She’d shoved her legs together, one knee cocking and shifting in front of the other, both arms dangling in front of her breasts, as if that was going to keep him from seeing them. She no longer had any saliva in her mouth. None. In fact, she was having difficulty breathing. Dying on his floor wasn’t going to bode well for either of them.

“Come here, baby girl.”

His instructions were laced with a stern dominance. She’d already disobeyed him. Her feet were so heavy as she attempted to move forward, her pulse skipping, mist in her eyes. “I’m really sorry, Sir. I am.”

He kept the unyielding look as he set the bag onto the edge of his desk. “Come closer.”

Jenna realized she was nibbling on her bottom lip as she followed his instructions, moving to within a foot of him.

“Open the bag and remove the contents.”

She gave Daddy a half smile as she reached out, fingering the bag before unzipping. When she reached her hand inside, she winced, another shiver sliding down her spine. Nestled inside were spanking implements. Lots of them.

“Take them out,” he instructed.

The first one her hand wrapped around was a simple wooden spoon. She gingerly placed it on the desk, blinking only twice. Not so bad. The second was a wooden brush and her mind immediately raced to Target or Walmart, standing in line with several brushes that would be kept and used in various places. The third was a paddle, ping pong in variety. She exhaled, trying to keep from shaking. The fourth was a leather strap of some kind, twelve inches long with a handle on the end. Shuddering, she darted a look in his direction. There were other items in the bag.

“Yes, these are various implements that will be used depending on the severity of your infraction.” Master Dominick seemed so calm and collected, as if he did this for a living.

She swished away a strand of hair out of her eyes before reaching in again. This time, her hand wrapped around a larger piece, but definitely wood. When she removed the oversized paddle, complete with holes drilled in the middle, she whimpered. “Whew.”

“Continue.”

The next was a simple belt, the leather scent reaching her nostrils. She did crave the belt, the very thing for a Daddy to use on a terrible little girl. Then there was a ruler, very hard and very thick. The final two pieces were much more heinous, floggers that she knew could bite into her skin. When she was certain the bag was empty, she took a step back, understanding that this bag had been put together for and with her in mind. Her punishment satchel, one that he could take anywhere. Now her knees were knocking.

He moved behind her, placing both hands on her shoulders.

She heard the slight skip in his breath sounds. Did he feel the electricity coursing between them? Did he understand how strong their connection was? She shivered from his touch, some of her embarrassment fading.

“Today we begin. I will help you, teach you, and guide you. This will be good for both of us. Leave the strap on the desk and pack everything else.” He eased the handwritten note highlighting horrendous behaviors off the desk, studying what she’d written.

His instructions were once again clear. She did as she was told without a second’s worth of hesitation, carefully placing the items in the bag. Her fingers slid across the strap and she had a brand new round of goosebumps popping along almost every inch of her naked skin. She half expected that he would laugh at what she’d written, but he didn’t utter a sound, nor did he react.

After folding the note and placing into his pocket, he gripped the handle, easing the duffle to the floor then inched around her, sitting on the edge of his high-back leather chair. “Come here, baby girl. We will start with over my lap.”

Jenna was reduced to a naughty girl as she padded toward him. He took her hands into his, caressing as he spoke, the words quite comforting given her state of undress. “I know you’re having difficulty with stress and that’s what we’re going to work on today. The rest we will handle at a later time. However, please don’t give anyone the finger while you’re driving.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“This is going to hurt. Every time I spank you, the session will be painful, some more than others. This isn’t playtime. Do you understand?” His question was direct.

“Yes, Sir. That’s what I want, Sir.” She knew that she did, had finally accepted that she could thrive with a man’s firm hand and harsh discipline. Then why was there a lump remaining in her throat?

“Then we begin.” Master Dominick pulled her over his lap, placing his hand on the small of her back. “Palms on the floor. Hold your position and this is merely a warmup. Thirty with my hand.”

Thirty. Thirty. Thirty! Oh, my God.She was shivering all over, her head pounding. This was going to make her sick. She had to be crazy. Clamping her eyes shut, she placed both hands on the floor. There would be no adequate way of describing how humiliating being naked over a man’s lap could be. They weren’t lovers. They weren’t even friends, which is what made this even more sinful in her mind.

The first smack across her ass was like lighting a fire under her. “Oh!” Jerking up, she flailed her arm back in a reactionary mode, whimpering and not from any pain being inflicted.

He sighed and gripped her wrist, pulling it back into position. “I think we begin again. I’m not going to tolerate you disobeying during a punishment session. Take a deep breath and collect yourself, young lady, or we will select yet another implement to be used.”

“Yes, Sir.” Dear God, was she actually sniveling? This was ridiculous. Oh, no. She took three deep breaths then mentally glued her fingers to the floor. Be a good girl. Be a damn good girl.

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Conquering Their Mate… Imagine if…

Imagine if there really were aliens out there, watching us, perhaps ready to hunt us – humans. What if we became their toys as well as their breeding ground? And what if…we liked it? Well, I might not be able to answer all the questions regarding the universe, but I can tell you this. Three sexy aliens, each with two cocks and six foot seven inches of hotness – what do you think our heroine ultimately does?

Surrender or fight?

You tell me…

CONQUERING THEIR MATE

SYNOPSIS

They’re not just going to conquer me, use me, and enjoy me. They’re going to breed me.

For years the Cenzans have cast a menacing eye on Earth, but it still came as a shock to be captured, stripped bare, and claimed as a mate by their leader and his most trusted conqueringtheirmate_fullwarriors.

It infuriates me to be punished for the slightest defiance and forced to submit to these alien brutes, but as I’m led naked through the corridors of their ship, my well-punished bare bottom and my helpless arousal both fully on display, I cannot help wondering how long it will be until I’m kneeling at the feet of my mates and begging them take me as shamefully as they please.

EXCERPT

Fiona had been secured alone and away from the others, the few men and women captured during one of first weeks of arrival. Hunkering in the corner, she had her head in her hands as her body rocked. There was no sound, no pathetic attempts at drawing attention from sobbing, or begging for mercy. She simply sat quietly, waiting for my authority. The scanner cut the invisible barrier, allowing me inside and she didn’t bother looking up.

I studied her for a few seconds, enjoying the view. She’d managed to mask her emotions, an excellent technique. Either she’d been trained by her military or she’d experienced some form of incarceration. I would enjoy determining which. “Come to me.”

“Fuck you.”

The abhorrent words were no surprise. “You will learn that when I give you a direct order, you will follow it immediately and without question.” She didn’t react in any manner. At some point my patience would wear thin, but for now, my condition was much like Kalek’s, my cocks aching, creating a wave of sheer anguish along with burning need. I would fuck her soon, but she would need to learn a certain level of obedience as well as respect. “Come. Here.”

Snapping her head in my direction, her eyes were full of venom. “I said. Fuck. You.”

Fiona gasped when I easily lifted her off her feet, one hand wrapped around her hair, the other around her neck. Pinning her to the wall, I kept my grip tight, cutting into her air supply. “I am your master. You are my slave. There is no redemption, no scheming you can do to try to escape. You need to learn that I have absolute authority over you or you will be punished hard and often. That begins today.”

She slapped at my hand, digging her nails into my skin. Blinking, she took shallow breaths, her tongue licking around her mouth. Every move she made held a powerful draw. I tossed her over my shoulder, issuing several guttural noises as I walked toward the punishment room. Every guard on detail was more than curious as to what I’d do. At this point, the few females left in the prison cells were older, merely used as specimens and nothing more. This woman was wholly different, and the entire crew could sense my extreme attraction. They knew my tastes, legendary on our home planet.

And she was everything I craved.

I eased her down and the second I did, she bolted, slamming into the energy field. The shock was enough to pummel her back, but she regained her footing quickly, rubbing her hands and backing away.

“What is your involvement with Captain Hicks?” The question was simple enough, but I could tell she had no desire to answer.

“He’s a government asshole,” she quipped, obviously pleased with her answer given her smug smile.

I crowded her space, allowing her to see a snippet of a prison on another planet, the dire conditions.

Fiona blinked, her mouth going slack. “He’s nothing to me and if you’re asking if I had any knowledge of your officer’s poisoning, the answer is no.”

“But you were lovers.” She seemed taken aback by my statement. I enjoyed hearing the slight growl erupting from her throat.

“We’ve been over for almost two years. Even if we were still involved, he wouldn’t dare risk telling me anything. I’m not trusted…” Her words died off and she snapped her mouth closed.

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing.”

I could tell she was speaking the truth, but I pressed again, cognizant that Kalek could be listening. “What was Captain Hicks working on?” I inched even closer, tilting my head back and forth as I studied her. Both cocks were rock hard, pushing in an uncomfortable fashion against my formal uniform. I could smell her arousal, hear the swift beating of her heart.

She stood to her full height, glaring me in the eyes. “I am not privy to any aspect of what Captain Hicks or the government of the United States is working on in any manner, especially when it comes to our planet being invaded by assholes.”

The words were meant to rile me and while they did, she had no true understanding of my level of hunger. I would obtain nothing else from her at this time. She needed to learn respect, or I would have no recourse but to turn her over to the Federation. “Remove your clothes.”

“I will do no such thing.” She did her best to sidestep me.

“When I give you a command, you will follow without question. Remove. Your. Clothes.”

“And I said, no.”

My God, the woman had gall. I hadn’t encountered anything of this nature on Earth up to this point. “Then I will remove them for you.” I wasted no time advancing, jerking at her blouse, my thick fingers wrapping around both sides, ready to shred the material.

“No. No!” Fiona hissed, her face filled with horror.

I loomed over her. “Will you follow my orders? There won’t be another chance.”

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

“Very well but be hasty,” I hissed and stepped back, rubbing my eyes. She was frustrating in a way I had no ability to deal with. While my soldiers might question my directives, they almost never did so in an oratory fashion, and certainly not with blatant disregard for my command. I cursed under my breath.

She eyed the room, taking in the various implements used for inflicting pain and I could tell she was beginning to comprehend her situation. This was her temporary home. However, there would be no return to Earth. “What are you going to do to me?” Her arrogance remained, but her voice was breathy, as if beginning to accept her position. Although I doubted she could be broken so easily.

“Your first punishment will be issued by my hand alone. Others will take over as necessary.”

“You’re an asshole.”

This time I chuckled, more than amused at her tenacity. “I have been called many horrific things on several distant planets. There is nothing you can say to me that will… Ah, yes, what you would call hurt my feelings.”

“Prick. Bastard. Son of a bitch. Beast. Monster. How about those?” She shifted until a portion of her body was hidden from my view, redness creeping along her face and neck.

I was so drawn to her, mesmerized by her long fingers as they continued to shake in an effort to pop the last two buttons. She had an exquisite body, rounded hips and full breasts, so unlike our women, or the majority of females I’d encountered in my galaxy-wide trips.

Her head dropped as she slid the silky material over her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor. Her shoes were next then she hesitated, darting a glance in my direction. “I’ll be good. I won’t fight you any longer.”

I could easily tell this was a tactic. I also sensed a hardness, as if she’d endured something similar at another time in her life. “I’m certain that you will continue to fight, Fiona. That is your temperament. However, you will learn with time or face the consequences. Continue undressing. After we are finished, you will be examined by our medical officer before beginning work on my officer.”

“Aren’t you worried about his imminent death?”

“He’s stable, placed in a subconscious state in order to keep his vitals on hold.” She was a scientist. She would know exactly what I was speaking of.

Nodding, she sniffed and slowly shifted her arms behind her waist, fiddling with the button and zipper. “How was he poisoned?”

“Perhaps that’s something that you can tell me.”

This time she snorted. “I honestly had nothing to do with your friend or his condition. I’m not allowed to work with anything tangible in the organization.”

Her words were laced with a hollow bitterness. “Another comment of that nature. Why is that?”

Fiona shimmied her skirt to the floor. It was easy to tell how embarrassed she was as if I would never approve of her body. “I don’t have that classification or security clearance.”

There was much more to this story and at some point, she would tell me. For now, I knew she wasn’t lying, at least about her clearance, which could mean she had nothing to do with the attack. “What kind of poison?”

“I can’t tell that by touch alone. I’ll need a blood sample. I mean, if you have blood.” A nervous laugh popped from her mouth.

“We bleed, Fiona. Our bodies can be damaged, only not by the usual methods performed by humans.”

“But?”

“I don’t understand.”

“You hesitated,” she said, covering as much of her body with her hands as she turned to face me. “You’re afraid the poison will kill him.”

“Yes.” My eyes roamed the length of her body and every carnal thought rushed to the surface. “The remainder, please.”

“What? I…”

“You will be given other attire after your examination. When you are punished, you will be completely devoid of clothing. Do you understand?”

“I…”

“Fiona. Do you understand?”

She allowed a slow breath to escape before answering. “Yes.” This time, she closed her eyes as she slid one bra strap down her arm then the other. Every part of her was trembling when she reached behind her back, struggling to unfasten the clasp. She rolled her shoulders, tugging at the tight confines.

My mouth watered at the sight of her erect, rose-colored nipples. They were large, a perfect complement to her full breasts. Think like a captain, not a monster.The jab wasn’t nearly enough to extinguish the demanding visions, such incredible imagery of fucking her in a savage manner. “To answer your question, I am deeply concerned that he will die. And if he does, that will mean total war to your planet.”

“War?” No matter her state of undress, she took a step in my direction, the haughty attitude returning. “You’re going to annihilate our planet, execute everyone?”

“Your planet will be saved. We need the resources. For the record, we had no intention of inciting violence, at least at first.” I was shocked that I was opening up to her in this or any manner. I could be court-martialed for less.

Now, imagine what else he does to her… I hope you enjoyed!

Kisses, spanks and fantasies of big, juicy aliens!

Piper

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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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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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My Special Guest – Jane Burrelli

I have another wonderful guest with me today – Jane Burrelli.  She has a new and first in a series for Eclipse Press. The publisher is highlighting everything from science fiction to apocalyptic as well as paranormal. This is a wonderful, very exciting beginning to a new series. Check out her fabulous reviews and enjoy a taste…

HIDDEN EMBERS – (BRIDE OF FIRE BOOK 1)

Synopsis

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

 

The Empress of the Throne of Flames is assassinated. Acting as a decoy to protect the next Empress, the undervalued Princess Nymira flees to the north. She must now carry the sacred sword, the symbol of her people and rejoin the Empress.

It is a mission Mira cannot fail but first, she must traverse the Western wastelands. The jane Hidden-Embers-v1.3journey is perilous and the once sheltered princess finds herself rescued by the Ice Lord, Zorren. The leader of the Iceari, the natural enemy to Firelanders.

Zorren is reputed to be a ruthless leader and Mira fights the attraction that blazes between them. Resulting in a clash of not only their wills but also their elements. After all, fire and ice don’t mix. Or do they?

This is book one of the new Bride of Fire series. Join the journey to a mystical world and the adventure and romance that awaits.

EXCERPT

“What in the Goddess’ name are you doing?” I screeched. Rearing up I found a firm hand planted in the center of my back pinning me in place. The only thing I had succeeded in doing was loosening my own trews. To my horror, his fingers curled into the waistband. I threw my hips from side to side, my attempts at evasion pitiful. “You can’t do this!” My protests went unheeded. He calmly took a firm grasp of my hips and threw his leg over mine. Panting, I found I couldn’t move, trapped like a creature in a snare. “I’m making sure I can see if I truly hurt you.” The fabric rasped over my tender skin. Shivering, my squirming bottom revealed to the elements, the chilled air bringing a moment of relief. “Trust me, it hurt.” His hand rubbed the reddened flesh, murmuring, “Your skin colors so easily.” The touch ignited a steady throb between my legs—what in Khatri’s name? The pause allowed me to gather my wits. “Do you know why you are in this position?” Khatri’s tits, he wanted to talk now! “Because you can’t abide being defied!” I hissed, struggling to concentrate on anything but calloused fingers now tracing patterns on my heated flesh. Closer and closer to the apex and I wiggled, longing for more of the same. The soft touch lingering at the sensitive crease where buttock met thigh. I shivered but it was different from the previous man who had touched me. It wasn’t revulsion, it ignited a fire that I didn’t know how to put out. “Is that what you think?” Lazily the finger drew back and forth, and my muscles jerked in response. The unexpected wallop shattered the first inklings of pleasure and sent my cheeks bouncing. The sting increasing tenfold without clothing to mute it. “Try again.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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!

What an exciting read! Thank you so much for being here.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

PURCHASE LINK

https://www.amazon.com/Jane-Burrelli/e/B01ACPOKD0/


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