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Tuesday, 13 November 2018

His Land, His Law- Libby Campbell

Interview and 'sneak peak' with Libby Campbell

I am really excited today to have the wonderful Libby Campbell on my blog. This lady is a real inspiration and has been incredibly helpful and supportive in my own journey into the writing world, so please sit back and enjoy this interview and I would encourage you all to take a look at her recent release.

His Land, His Law

Libby Campbell

Cara wants to save the forest. Luke wants to log it. He wins the first battle. Who will win the war?

#romance #naughty #erotica #timetravel #paranormal #HEA #alphahero #feisty #spanking #HisLandHisLaw #OTK

Blurb:

Since she inherited her parents’ home, Cara Eckford has used walks in the nearby woods as inspiration for her art, so she is shocked and upset upon finding that ‘No Trespassing’ signs have recently been put up on the property. But when she angrily confronts the land’s new owner, the infuriatingly sexy Luke McCrae, she merely earns herself a stern scolding and a sound spanking.

Despite her irritation, Luke’s bold dominance leaves Cara’s heart racing. He soon proves more than ready to tame her fiery temper with his belt applied to her bare bottom, but even with tears in her eyes and her backside on fire Cara’s need for Luke cannot be denied, and when he takes her in his arms his masterful lovemaking satisfies her deeply.

Cara’s newfound romance with Luke grows stronger and more passionate with each passing day, but when conflict over his plans for her beloved forest threatens to tear them apart, can she make use of her powerful connection to both of their ancestors to convince him to change his mind?

Publisher’s Note: His Land, His Law includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Already hooked? Buy it here: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07KCXS3WW/
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07KCXS3WW/

Excerpt

Everything that was good and right in Cara’s world was because of the serenity on this small corner of Salt Spring Island. Land that should have been hers, lost through a tragedy one hundred years ago, was slipping through her family hands again.

“Don’t talk to me like that, please.” Luke’s voice low and authoritative.

“I’ll talk to you any way I fucking well please.”

He was six inches taller than her and at least forty pounds heavier. Cara didn’t care. She was angry at the No Trespassing signs. She was angry at the news that he wouldn’t sell to her. When he had the nerve to tell her not to swear, her temper detonated. Sparks of silvery hot rage popped in her peripheral vision.

She looked over his shoulder and gasped, as though something was behind him. When he turned to see what it was, she braced herself in horse stance, clenched her hand into a fist, and drove a hard punch into his gut. It was like pounding concrete.

“Ah, you’re a scrapper, are you?” He recoiled sharply before closing the gap between them and wrapping an arm around her waist. The cedar and smoke scent of him filled her head as he planted one foot on a large boulder and deftly flipped her over his knee. “You need to learn some manners,” he said, lifting the hem of her skirt.

Cool air breezed across the top of Cara’s thighs as the blood rushed to her head. Her long hair hung down, coiling in the dried arbutus leaves beneath her.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she shrieked with outrage, kicking her legs and flailing her arms. He pinned her to his left knee, trapping her kicking legs under his muscular right thigh.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” she said, trying to right herself.

“You mean like this?” He smacked her panty-clad bottom hard. “Or this?” His hand fell on the top of her thighs. His hands felt as big as dinner plates and hard as wood. One smack followed another. When she reached back and swatted against the blows, he caught her wrists together and pinned them in the small of her back.

Cara’s breath whooshed out of her lungs at the sensation of being bent to his will. She forced herself to start breathing again as he smacked her bottom rhythmically and unrelentingly.

“Stop it!” she demanded, between swats. Luke ignored her. She barely caught her breath after one slap, when another followed. Conflicting sensations of desire and resentment churned as her bottom started to sting.

She was strong, but he was much stronger. She twisted and writhed but never enough to break away. After what felt like an eternity of spanking, the only thing registering on her consciousness was his hard hand raining down on her buttocks and thighs. Time, as she knew it, stopped.

Meet Libby Campbell: In her own words

I’m in love with love. My romance stories feature strong, self-reliant women who challenge the powerful men who love them.

My books are set in the Pacific Northwest, a part of the world I know well and love deeply.

I’ve lived all over Canada, but the best decision of my life was when I moved to Australia to marry my leading man. After many years there, we moved back to the Pacific Northwest. We now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.

My passions are reading and writing. I also love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing.

Where did this story come from?

I spend a lot of time on Salt Spring Island, hiking the forests, enjoying its beaches. Many of the forests were logged about a hundred years ago. Walking past the moss-covered stumps, some of which are six feet tall, feels like walking with ghosts.

Naturally some people would like to log these forests again. While I’m sure there are some places where fewer trees wouldn’t be a disaster, it would be sad to see many of the magnificent trees removed. 

Cara is quite a firecracker. Is she based on anyone you know?

Nope. She came to me fully formed. I felt like were old friends from the day she pushed into my life and said, ‘write my story.’
Salt Spring Island has a huge artistic community: artists, writers, musicians and dancers. Cara would fit right in.

When you’re writing an emotionally draining (or sexy, or sad, etc) scene, how do you get in the mood?

Getting in the mood is a luxury. I just sit down and tackle it.

If the spirit isn’t with me, I move the characters through the motions, like I’m staging a play. 

Sometimes I write the most prosaic, uninteresting fiction but it’s all part of the process. Often I have to do that sort of ditch digging before I uncover the small nugget gold that I’m looking for.

What advice would you give a new writer?

Be brave and be ready to make mistakes. Learn to laugh at the many wrong steps you’ll take. I consider my first two years in this genre as an apprenticeship. 

Try to improve with each piece you write. Read books on craft. Go to workshops or find online resources to help you hone your skills. 

To be a writer you have to be thick-skinned, because there will always be someone who pans your work. At the same time, you have to be sensitive to pick up the nuances of human behaviour.

Finally, you’ll need a good internet connection and a few basic social media skills. 

Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell: 

The Romancing the Coast Series

Seeing Ronnie: Book 1 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XXGYR24/

Holding Cynthia: Book 2 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073X91F2H

Trusting Ingrid: Book 3 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DPV6YV5/

A Time for Will: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B076KYBG7L/

Simon in Charge: 3 book box set: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B072M98HS5/

Connect with Libby Campbell on social media:

Sign up for her newsletter here: http://libbycampbell.com/subscribe-to-my-newsletter/

Visit her website and blog here: http://libbycampbell.com

Find her on Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/LibbyC26/

Follow her on Twitter: https://twitter.com/LibbyC26

Visit her Amazon author page:https://www.amazon.com/Libby-Campbell/e/B01B75CENW/

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.nz/libby3054/

Thank you for joining me today. I hoped you enjoyed todays interview as much as I did.

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Have a wonderful day!

Poppy

Friday, 9 November 2018

Seduced Under the Mistletoe

Seduced under the Mistletoe

Anthology

Looking for a sizzling Christmas themed read of the historic variety? Look no further than this Amazon number one best selling anthology featuring sixteen stories from a host of fantastic authors.

Fearless heroines. Irresistible heroes. Sixteen stories of Yuletide romance, brimming with scandal, sizzling passion, and the promise of true love.

Buy it here:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Seduced-Under-Mistletoe-Seductive-Historical-ebook/dp/B07K2GNP68/

Here is a sneak peak from:

Trusting her Highland Laird

Brandy Golden

Eileen is determined to overcome her fears and prove to Laird Gallagher how much she loves and trusts him.

Eileen Glencairn has a crippling fear of the dark, and it makes her feel inadequate in her new marriage to her fierce highland laird. On one level, she knows Laird Gallagher Glencairn loves her just as she is, but on another level, she wants to give him the gift of her trust for Christmas--if she can pull it off.

Laird Gallagher Glencairn understands the reasons for Eileen’s fears, and in his mind, she has nothing to prove. When she offers her trust as a Christmas gift, in the form of a blindfold, should he take it? Or will he risk driving her fears even deeper?

What does Brandy have to say? Here's a little bit about the author herself, straight from the horses mouth 😉

I’m a sweet romance writer with some hanky spanky play added in. I like to write about strong alpha males who don’t mind taking their ladies in hand when they need it, and who want to share the special bond that only spanking couples can. My stories are basic simple discipline in a romantic setting with very protective men. Cowboys, pirates, men in business suits, you name them; they are all sexy when they are dominant, and I love to write their stories.

I’ve been writing on and off for around fifteen years now and I hope to continue to do so. You can find me in middle America, cowboy and ranching country, with my husband and a wonderful family of children and grandchildren around me. I hope you enjoy my adventures as much as I enjoy creating them for you.

Loves,

Brandy Golden

Thursday, 8 November 2018

My new release: Fear's Whisper

Fear's Whisper

Club Risque' Book 2

Poppy Flynn

Buy it here:

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

https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B07JYQJDJT

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

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Excerpt:

…she was wondering if her knees would ever be the same again.

She and the rest of the trainee subs had been practicing basic positions, and the foremost of those had been kneeling—kneeling with her back straight and knees apart, with her raised palms resting on her thighs, kneeling with her knees together and her wrists crossed behind her back, kneeling while bent forwards with her forehead pressed to the ground. Standing from kneeling positions, kneeling from standing positions.

Thank the goddesses she had been allowed to take her shoes off and that Micah had been there to help her. Eventually, she was assured, she'd be able to manage all of them easily and unassisted.

Right now, Charlotte was absolutely certain she knew what a piece of origami felt like. She was that origami. People origami. She knew it was possible. She'd lived it!

Desi had once joked to her about a girl at her company who had bent herself up into what Desi had titled the 'human pretzel position' while trying to show off her assets to the Blackwood cousins. Yeah, Charlotte was pretty sure that girl had probably taken some pointers from this place. They definitely knew all about human pretzels.

She'd also been given a whole bunch of stretching exercises to practice, twice a day, which apparently would help gain the suppleness and grace required to achieve the necessary precision.

Charlotte reckoned she could probably cancel her gym membership if this panned out, 'cause she sure as heck wasn't going to need it! Already, her legs felt like overcooked noodles and she just knew her muscles were going to ache like crazy, tomorrow, and probably for longer than that. Jeez, she was glutton for punishment, and this wasn't exactly the kind she'd had in mind when she undertook this challenge. She was aching and sweaty and, so far, for all the wrong reasons, quite frankly!

When Micah helped her up for the last time that evening, Charlotte only hoped she could manage to leave the building without looking like she was obviously bandy legged and hobbling as if she was doing an impression of a saddle-sore John Wayne trying to walk through quicksand. The thought of a nice hot bubble bath had never held more appeal.

The following week, she dressed in shiny lycra boy shorts and a comfortable cropped vest top. Sod looking fancy, tonight, she was definitely aiming for comfortable. She just knew they were going to have to demonstrate all those damn kneeling positions again, and she had stretched and practiced, religiously, every single day, in an effort not to look like a complete dork. Of course, she had to use the back of a chair to manage the ups and downs, but hopefully, assistance would still be acceptable at this early stage…and no shoes. She was pretty sure it was impossible with heels, anyway!

And demonstrate, they did. Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief that all her preparations had paid off to some extent. Micah seemed to think so, at least, and he was effusive in his praise.

"Excellent job, Cha-Cha!" He grinned as she attempted her first solo kneel from a standing position and even managed it with a certain amount of grace.

Charlotte felt like a little girl who had just been rewarded with a lollipop, especially when a couple of the other trainees gave her a little clap.

"You're obviously a natural," Micah enthused.

Ha! Natural, my ass, Charlotte thought. It was pure hard-work that had gotten her this far, though she chose not to correct the misconception.

Flame Daddies by Katie Douglas

24th Century Dragons Book 1

They can make me come when they breathe.

I used to be the galaxy’s first daughter—its princess. In a devastating attack on my homeworld, I am taken by the enemy, evaluated like common cattle, and prepared to be sold. Then four dragons burst in and burn the place down. They save me. But it isn’t safe for me to return to Nidia, so they take me to their planet, Telia II, instead.

Brynn, Argon, Sharpe and Canavan are outcasts; the other alien races fear their great power. They protect me, treasure me, test my limits and chastise me when I disobey their strict rules. But what future can we have, when I must return to my duties and piece together my shattered planet, while they will never be accepted by anyone?

This is a standalone reverse harem not a love triangle. It features dragon shifters doing dragony things, including setting things on fire, BDSM and spanking. It’s set in the same universe as the Twenty-Fourth Century Daddies series, but this is a separate storyline featuring a completely new species.

Captured your interest? Get it here!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07J1PJSC4

Want to see more? Here's an excerpt:

“What’s that?” She eyed the bottle with easygoing curiosity.

“Lube. For your butt,” Sharpe replied.

“What’s it do?” She’d never come across anyone using such a thing before.

“You know how your pussy is gushing with liquid every time either one of us touches you?” Sharpe flicked his gaze down to her twitching hole. “It’s doing it now.”

“I know. What about it?”

“Even if you’re the most turned-on in the universe, your ass can’t make itself wet. It needs a little help, or my fingers will hurt you.”

“Neat.” Alora didn’t know what else to say. Getting hurt kinda sounded sexy right now, so it was a good thing the guys were in charge because if she was running things, she’d probably tear herself an actual new one from making the guys just stuff their cocks into her holes already.

She felt a sudden drizzle of cold liquid on her ass. The sensitive nerves in her ring of muscle seemed to make her tense from the unfamiliar coolness. A moment later, Sharpe’s finger pressed firmly against her hole.

It felt weird. Mostly, the only thing she noticed was the pressure. As her ass capitulated against the invasion, however, it began to stretch... and stretch... it was nothing like when Brynn’s fingers had stretched her pussy. This hole seemed so reluctant to let anything in, and just as she thought she was stretched enough, there was more resistance inside from her second sphincter. Alora wished she knew less about biology, as the process was repeated, but as Sharpe’s finger completely breached her back passage, the stretching sensation turned into a warm feeling, that was the touch-equivalent of hot chocolate. Taking a bath in warm caramel couldn’t feel more decadent than the sensation of Sharpe’s finger sliding deep into her ass and touching her from inside her own body.

The thousands of tiny nerve endings in such a small area all came alive, tingling with the delicious stimulation as Sharpe expertly and carefully made this experience mind-blowingly hot. When his hand touched her ass, she knew he was all the way in.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“Soooo good,” she enthused. Was it the endorphins or something else? She wasn’t sure, but she almost felt drunk.

When Brynn moved his fingers in her pussy, swirling his other hand over her clit, she squeaked.

“I can feel... like you’re both pressing on the same place!” she exclaimed in amazement.

“Yep. It’s a thin separation between the two. That’s why we need to do this very carefully, to be sure you don’t get hurt,” Sharpe explained.

“So, this is dangerous?” she asked. For some reason, the idea turned her on even more.

“It can be. But don’t worry about that. Trust us; we’ll guide you through safely.” Sharpe’s words were reassuring. Alora did trust them. She trusted all the dragons. And she had no idea why, when they’d hardly known each other for very long at all. She just knew, somehow, Sharpe and Brynn wouldn’t rush things, they’d go at a pace her body could handle and they would check to be sure she could take whatever they gave her. They weren’t going to break her and throw her away, like some people might. She finally understood what they meant about nurturing her and being her daddies.

Sunday, 7 October 2018

Caroline's Gift by Louse Taylor

Caroline's Gift

Louise Taylor

When dark magic threatens Leo’s life, only Caroline’s power can save him…

The young ladies who attend Miss Bertram’s Academy call themselves Practitioners, and use

their skills to help, heal and defend those in need.

War hero Leo Sterne doesn’t know it yet, but he’s in need of all the help he can get. A centuries-old curse has caused the premature death of every Earl of Ravenshaw, and he has just inherited the title. The clock is ticking on his survival, and the most inexperienced young lady at Miss Bertram’s has been assigned to save his life.

Caroline Noone has only her wits, training and an unpredictable assistant to aid her, and she is shocked to discover that the mysterious stranger who has been haunting her dreams for months is the new earl. Passion flares between them, but what will happen when disaster strikes?

Can Caroline save Leo’s life? Read Caroline’s Gift to find out!

Publisher’s Note: This steamy paranormal romance contains elements of power exchange.

Already interested ? Buy it here:

https://www.amazon.com/Carolines-Gift-Regency-Magic-Book-ebook/dp/B07J1MNJ34/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1538928651&sr=1-2

Excerpt

“I am the master here, and you will do as you are told!”

“You have no power over me!”

As soon as she said “power”, something changed. She would ruminate on it later, when they lay panting on the floor of the library, but at the time all she could do was watch, wide-eyed, as the handsome earl’s eyes flashed with heated emotion and he lifted her from her feet.

Before she knew what had happened, he had sat back in the armchair and bundled her over his knee. She flailed with her arms, but they were swiftly and firmly pinned to the small of her back by one of his large hands.

“Tell me what you know, or prepare to take your punishment,” he ordered.

“Let go of me!”

“Very well,” he said ominously. “You were warned.”

His hand landed on her backside, her thin silk evening gown giving her no protection from the force of the impact. She opened her mouth to shout, but the sound stuck in her throat; three more blows landed before she could let out anything more than a gasp.

The more he spanked her, the more that she refused to tell him what he demanded to know. Her pride, already damaged by her uselessness as a field operative, would not let her give in to the demands of the man burning her backside with his right hand!

“Tell me what I wish to know, or I will be forced to take further action,” he told her, a slight hitch in his authoritarian tone.

She knew what that meant; she had dreamed of it less than a week ago. At the time she had been convinced that she would never allow herself to be manhandled in such a way. Now, however, she was too far lost in the pleasurable haze of heat emanating from her backside to be able to stop what she knew would happen.

She remained silent long enough for him to get the message. He acted just as the dream-version had; he yanked at her dress, pulling it up over her hips before grabbing at the ribbons that fastened her drawers. He snapped them in his haste, pulling the fine material down over her hips and exposing her naked backside to his eye. Down came his hand on the reddened skin of her backside, not stopping until he had delivered ten sound smacks.

“You can stop this whenever you wish, Miss Noone,” he told her, although the tightened grip on her wrists and the passion evident in his voice told her that he did not desire to stop the spanking.

That was all well and good; the pain in her backside had the opposite effect from that which he intended. She would not beg for him to stop - how could she, when that was the very last thing that she desired? The memory of the overwhelming pleasure she found at his hands was too good to miss out on experiencing in the flesh.

Author Bio

I'm Louise Taylor, and I love reading and writing historical romance novels! I’ve now written ten full length erotic historical romances, and all my novels are published by the lovely people at Blushing Books.

All my books have elements of power exchange, spanking and BDSM but none of my heroines are weak-willed or easily dominated - they make their men work for their love!

I live on the beautiful Welsh coast, and I love walking the cliff tops and visiting some of our wonderful historical ruins. I get my best ideas when I'm in the great outdoors and you can usually find me chasing after the piece of paper I've just scribbled my notes on!

I live in a late Victorian house with wonderfully high ceilings and no central heating - thank goodness for my fabulous fireplace! I'm owned by Alfred The Great, an enormous tom cat with very decided ideas about who gets to sit on the right side of the sofa and how long I am allowed to stay in bed in the morning.

Saturday, 1 September 2018

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Check out 'Any which way but clean' Erotica and erotic romance giveaway on Instafreebie and get a 5k word preview of Fool's Desire as well as over 170 other great titles