Saturday, 12 October 2019

Saturday Spankings Blog Hop - A BABY FOR THE BRATVA

It's that time of the week again! Saturday Spankings!

Today I'm sharing a spanking snippet from my latest book...

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The Bychkov Bratva needs an heir. Now. 

They wanted a girl quickly so they chose an orphanage where no one would ask questions. They planned to use her until she was pregnant. 
Instead they got twenty-one-year-old American Starla Anderson.

When the Russian Mafia invades the orphanage where she lives, in the middle of the night, throwing the nuns who raised her, into a petrified frenzy, it's Starla who is chosen as the only one who could possibly survive the Bratva and their demands.

But in spite of her own fear of the three massive, glowering and scary men, Starla has to think and act fast. 

With her heart thundering in her chest, her body on fire at their presence alone, she sees an opportunity, something that might help the other girls at the impoverished orphanage at a chance of a better life. She lays out her only condition. 
Her body for a fee... Except... No one says no to the Bratva.

Publisher's Note: This reverse harem, dark romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of mystery, suspense, ménage,sensual scenes, adult language, power exchange and a guaranteed HEA. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.


Starla froze. She might not have known what to expect but that he would pull her panties down was the least of it. The wetness caught in the gusset glided against her inner thighs. Oh, dear God help her. The ignominy of him seeing the drenching chaos he caused quadrupled and silenced her for good.

The first strike shattered her. He went hard and fast and she was sure she singed the leather of his belt with the hotness on her backside. Her cry was delayed only by sheer shock. But by then he delivered his second, and third in quick succession. 

“You will obey. If we have to spank your ass every day, you will obey.” He spoke in Russian, punctuating his pauses with a resounding leather slap to her ass.


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Thursday, 3 October 2019

Bound to the Admiral by Libby Campbell

Today I have the lovely Libby Campbell visiting me on my blog. Libby's smoking-hot new release, Bound to the Admiral is one you don't want to miss! And don't forget,  Libby has a prequel to Bound to the Admiral as well called Bound to the Past.  Look out for details in the blurb.

She’s a princess and he’s an admiral. Can he tame her mutinous behavior?
When her parents choose a gruff, battle-hardened admiral as her mate and give her no say at all in the matter, twenty-one-year-old Princess Gael does not hesitate to make her displeasure known. Despite her protests, however, her old-fashioned yet undeniably sexy husband-to-be wastes no time in taking her over his knee and baring her bottom for a painful, embarrassing spanking when she defies him during an ancient ceremony intended to celebrate their union.

Fleet Admiral Kai Grenville has no doubt that taming his beautiful, feisty new mate will be a battle, but it is a battle he intends to win. If that means paddling Gael’s beautiful backside bright red with her panties stuffed in her mouth to teach her what happens to sassy mates, then so be it.
Though she does her best to remain indignant about her situation and Kai’s willingness to chastise her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Gael cannot deny her body’s response to his dominance, and when he claims her the pleasure is more intense than she would have thought possible. But with a plague ravaging their world and Gael’s reckless behavior putting her in danger, can Kai find a way to conquer her heart while also keeping her safe?

This standalone novel has a satisfying ending and can be read as a standalone or as part of the series.
Publisher’s Note: Bound to the Admiral includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Learn more about the planet Devmaer and its sizzling people with the prequel novella Bound to the Past. It’s available FREE for a limited time on Book Funnel. Or buy it here: Amazon

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As Kai approached the mother and daughter, a faint fragrance of honeysuckle and vanilla, soft and beguiling, drifted toward him from the princess’s warm skin. She had the same black and gold tiger-striped hair as her father: the sign of ancient Kedrant bloodlines.

Queen Vasa greeted Kai with a neutral smile; Gael stared at him coldly.

“Welcome, Fleet Admiral Grenville,” Vasa said, dipping her head in acknowledgement. She was a tall woman, small-waisted, with a figure kept trim by years of hard work and diligent exercise.

Looking at the assembly, Vasa clapped her hands and announced, “As promised, we now know which lucky man will take Her Royal Highness, Princess Gael as his mate.”

The guests broke into uproarious applause. People whistled, cheered, and stamped their feet in approval.

Kai stood, dumbfounded, trying not to choke at the unexpected declaration. He blinked rapidly and waited to hear what was coming next.

For a quick second, Vasa’s mask dropped. An expression of victorious happiness lit her face.

Gael studied a point on the wall behind Kai, as if she wasn’t part of this conversation. Kai eyed her suspiciously. Had she been part of this trap?

Vasa spoke to Kai in a quieter voice. “Your tardiness has won you a great honor.” She took Gael’s right hand and placed it in his left. Closing her long warm fingers around their joined hands, she said, “You have won Her Royal Highness Princess Gael’s first matehood. May the two of you be happy together. We will have the Ceremony of Vows here tomorrow.”

She stood taller and addressed the hall, “In these worrying times, we all need something to celebrate, an event to lift our spirits. Dear citizens of Senne, I give you the joining of Her Royal Highness Princess Gael to Fleet Admiral Kai Grenville. To mark this happy occasion, tomorrow every home in the valley will receive a basket of autumn bounty, a gift from King Athol and me.”

The cheering that followed was louder this time.

Kai bowed to Vasa, still struggling to assimilate what was happening. He was being awarded an honor that couldn’t be refused without risking the loss of his head. He didn’t ask why this prize had been conferred on him. No one questioned the queen’s decisions.

Gael dug her fingernails into the back of his hand, signaling her resentment about their mateship. So, she didn’t like it any more than he did. That was fine. He suppressed a smile at her show of claws. Although she wasn’t hurting him by any means, this kitten was sending him a message, a message of defiance.

Always one to welcome a challenge, he decided her willfulness was amusing and began to plan how he’d help her come to terms with their arrangement. It would start with her obedience and submission to him. If she failed? He smiled, picturing her bent over his desk with her shapely backside lifted in the air. She’d hold her breath as she waited for his touch, either punishment or penetration. His smile broadened. Penetration could be both. 


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Don’t miss any of Libby Campbell’s great books:

The Lighthouses of Devmaer
Bound to the Past, prequel – FREE for a limited time here

Time Travel:
His Land, His Law
A Time For Will

Contemporary Romance:
Festive Fire – a Christmas romance
Romancing the Coast – a 3 book box set. Individual titles available separately.
Simon in Charge – a 3 book box-set. Individual titles available separately. 

Question and answers with Libby Campbell

This series seems to be darker than anything you’ve written before. Is it a new trend for you?

Yes and no. The series does have more sex and BDSM play but, like all my books, the erotica is underscored by caring relationships that build to great love.
I enjoy tracing the evolution of power-exchange relationships founded on trust, trial and error, love and laugher.

What was your inspiration for Bound to the Admiral?

In 2018 my husband and I toured the Washington and Oregon coasts. I fell in love with the beautiful lighthouses that dot that coastline. They were all so different but symbolized hope and safety to ships at sea.
Plus they kind of reminded me of tiny castles and I love princess stories. Before I knew it, an entire series was shaping in my imagination and demanding to be written.

Does this book have a playlist?

I rarely play music when I’m writing but one song I listened to a lot while writing this book was Rachel D’Arcy’s song Dance for You. I love the line “I won’t dance for anyone, but I will dance for you.” It’s Gael’s song! It’s available here: Amazon.
I also watched a lot of belly dancing by the amazing Cassandra Fox.

What is the best part of writing?

When a reader enjoys a book enough to review it! It says we connected and that’s the greatest satisfaction a writer can have.

What is the hardest part?

Trying to convince my husband that I’m not writing instruction manuals.
I read all my books aloud to him because he is a supportive listener and has an excellent memory for details that are easy to trip over as the narrative grows.
He laughs in all the right places, and tenses in the action scenes, all of which is encouraging in the moments of self doubt that plague every project.

Libby Campbell in her own words:

My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.

Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club.

Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.

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

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Monday, 19 August 2019

Captive Heart by Poppy Flynn

Please help me welcome my very first guest, the absolutely lovely Poppy Flynn to my blog. Poppy is here today sharing yummy details about her brand new release, CAPTIVE HEART which also includes an awesome excerpt to get you intrigued!

Meet the members of Club Risqué and follow their D/s exploits as love worms its way into even the kinkiest hearts.

What is a psychologist supposed to do when a bruised and battered woman literally falls at his feet, unconscious, right outside the BDSM club where he is the manager? Micah Flynn is torn. He feels drawn to Melody and wants to protect her from the horror she has escaped from. The trouble is he’s well aware that he has a bit of a saviour complex and is not convinced about Melody’s motivation, either.

Melody has been held in captivity for years. When she finally manages to escape, she offers herself to Micah as his slave because being a slave is the only thing she knows how to be. Haunted by his past, the last thing in the world Micah wants is a Master/slave relationship, but reluctantly, he takes on the role of Master, in name only, until Melody is able to think for herself and stand on her own two feet.

Melody’s feelings for Micah grow as he shows her the first true glimpses of human kindness and respect. The trouble is Micah insists that her feelings for him are simply born of gratitude and refuses her advances in the moral belief he would be taking advantage of her.

Is it possible for the two of them to make the transition from love?
And what will happen if Melody’s captor discovers where she is?

Publisher's Note: This contemporary romance contains themes of power exchange and graphic scenes. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it.


Melody wiped away the tears she realised she was crying with the pad of her palm, angry with herself for being so damn pitiful. What the hell was wrong with her? She'd been forced to endure things a hundred times worse than getting her feelings a little dented, for crying out loud. She needed to start counting her blessings instead of being so damned pathetic!

Of course, it was just her luck that Micah chose the exact moment when she was wallowing in her own self-pity to retire for the night. Yeah, sod's flippin' law!

Melody tried to extract herself as unobtrusively as she could without drawing any attention to herself, but she should have known better. Micah was far too astute to let anything go.

"Hey, are you all right, sweetheart?" he asked, noticing her red rimmed eyes and blotchy cheeks. "The events of the day have finally caught up with you, I guess? Why don't I make you a nice relaxing cup of herbal tea, to settle you for the night?"

Melody was feeling unaccountably contrary and, somehow, his sympathy and consideration just made her feel even more pissy. "I'm just dandy, thanks, and I don't want any damn tea!" she snapped, jumping up from the sofa and flicking the blanket that she'd been wrapped in sharply before she started folding it with abrupt, jerky movements.

Micah eyed her with endless patience, which only served to ratchet up her already strung out nerves even tighter.

"How about some hot milk instead?" he asked kindly. Except 'kind' wasn't what she wanted from him.

"No!" she bit out sharply. "I do not want any hot flippin' milk, either!" She punctuated her words by throwing down the folded blanket onto the sofa and only just stopped short of stamping her foot.

Micah just gazed at her quietly with those gorgeous, melted chocolate eyes with one eyebrow cocked.

Jesus, what was wrong with her? After everything he'd done for her, she was behaving like a spoiled child having a tantrum.

"It sounds like someone's cruising for a spanking," he said with deceptive calm, standing there all relaxed with his thumbs hooked casually through his belt loops.

"Yeah? Well, there's no one here to give me one, is there?" Melody retorted shortly, whirling around and flouncing toward the door, cringing on the inside even as the catty words kept pouring out of her mouth. Her self-preservation instinct was intact, at least, and it was telling her to get out of there before she ruined things between them completely.

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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."
Poppy x

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Saturday, 3 August 2019

Saturday Spankings Blog Hop - A BABY FOR THE MOUNTAIN MEN

It's Saturday Spankings blog hop time and I'm celebrating it with my new book... 

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She was promised to the mysterious mountain men in order to have their baby. Now they're ready to collect their reward.
Twenty-one-year-old Soraya has lived almost her whole life under the shadow of being promised to the mysterious men in the mountain – a deal struck in return for saving her father's life. Now the time to present herself at their door has arrived. 
For Soraya, this means going from the sheltered, friendless, cruel and unloving care of her grandmother to an equally daunting and strange situation in the eerie mansion hidden deep in the dark mountain. There are rumored to be hideous monsters gracing the dilapidated castle-like house, but nothing prepares Soraya for when she meets the three men determined to extract their repayment in full.
For the sake of her father, she'll pay the debt, then she'll start living the life she was meant to live...until their bold, immodest examinations and hot intimate discipline leave her quivering and questioning everything.  Shrouded in the darkness is a devastating secret that will leave her entirely undone.
Publisher's Note: This steamy, contemporary reverse harem romance contains elements of mystery, ménage, and power exchange.


 “Lean down, hands on the desk at all times. Move them and you’ll be sorrier,” he told her then flipped her skirt up to her waist and because she was standing so far from the desk, the bundled-up fabric rested in the curve of her lower back. He then pulled her panties down to expose her backside and her cheeks flamed in embarrassment. She thought about something snarky to say but every thought fled the instant Logan brought that riding crop down across her buttocks. He didn’t even give her a breather before he delivered the second which burned right through to her soul. “You will receive twelve strikes,” he issued and struck her again. Oh God. The third was too much. She sprang up and put her hands behind her to protect her flaming ass. “Hands back down and don’t do anything that stupid again,” Logan said softly but the threat was so clear in his voice she did two things. She obeyed and felt her pussy pulse between her legs.


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Saturday, 18 August 2018

Saturday Spankings Blog Hop - THEIR BOSS'S DAUGHTER!

It's Saturday Spankings blog hop time and I'm celebrating it with my new book...

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Finn didn’t waste any more time on ceremony. The first strike landed like a gift of lightning from Finn himself. A direct slash of blue-hot fire seared across her backside. She panted, her eyes tearing.
But then the after pain wasn’t so bad—she could handle nine more strikes. She mentally shook out her shoulders and cleared her head. She could do this.
The second whip tore her nerves to pieces. She hissed around the bar in her mouth. Her shoulders sagged and even her ribs hurt from her ferocious heartbeats.
“Look at us, little swan,” Reid said. Her gaze flew to him and Jax. Those two words gave her more courage than she imagined she could muster, and Reid seemed to know that.


Her deepest desire might be too much for her to handle…

When twenty-one-year-old Saylor Fielding spends a tiny fortune from her new trust fund on something she’s always wanted, she’s not prepared for the consequences that follow.

Her father goes ballistic about her reckless spending and when she refuses to tell him – because she really, really can’t tell him – how she spent the money, he sends her away for two weeks to live with his three favorite engineers, Finn, Reid and Jax in the middle of the desert. She is to clean their house, do their laundry and cook for them.

That something she had always wanted… just happened to be Finn, Reid and Jax. And they have no idea the highest bidder at the charity auction competing to spend a night with them, was their strictly hands-off boss’s daughter in disguise.

All Saylor wants to do is finish her two-week sentence and escape intact, but one accidental look from them at her body and her secret is out.

Now she has to face their brand of punishment.

Bound intimately to their examination table, her boundaries left crumbling behind her, they expose her trembling body to shameful desires, and it’s only then that Saylor fully understands what loving these three men actually means.

Publisher’s Note: This is a steamy, reverse harem love story.


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Saturday, 4 November 2017

A Baby for the Lumberjacks! Saturday Spankings Blog Hop!

It's Saturday Spankings blog hop time and I'm celebrating it with my new book...


The three lumberjacks will each get a turn to spank saucy Saffron and this week I'm sharing a snippet from Carter's spanking, who was up first 💜

“Decorum, sweetheart, please, is a great turn on for me. Now what did I tell you about your hands?”
“Decorum my ass, you—” Another hard smack had her whole body jiggling. 
“I decided I will continue spanking you until you learn to take this like a lady. Do you understand?”
She remained quiet. She was not going to talk to him ever. “Do you understand, Saffron?” he asked again and this time the darkness in his voice made her shiver. 
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.
“Good. Now a lady will keep her hands on the armrests without moving them an inch..."

Sold to the lumberjacks...

When her father makes one bad deal to get out of another, the end result is selling his daughter to a lumberjack to have his baby. But twenty-one-year-old Saffron Sinclair feels she has no choice but to take the place of her beautiful and timid sister and present herself to the lumberjack instead. Her hope is that he'll find her undesirable on sight - with her tattoos and the red streaks in her black hair - and send her back home. She'd cite the no refund clause and everything would be fine.

But, when Saffron arrives at the mansion in the forest, she discovers there's not only one but three dangerously gorgeous lumberjacks, and they'll all be sharing her. Worse, they have no plans to return her, and walking away would mean giving them their money back.

Prepared to see this through for her family's sake, Saffron stays and is determined to remain unscathed. Except their shameless medical examinations and their bold and intimate methods of discipline shatter her boundaries, leaving her curiously aroused and desperately craving more...

Publisher's Note: This unconventional love story includes a mfmm ménage and explicit scenes.

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Monday, 16 October 2017


I'm so excited! 
A BABY FOR THE LUMBERJACKS comes out 3rd November!
That's in just about 19 days!



When her father makes one bad deal to get out of another, the end result is selling his daughter to a lumberjack to have his baby. But twenty-one-year old Saffron Sinclair feels she has no choice but to take the place of her beautiful and timid sister and present herself to the lumberjack instead. Her hope is that he’ll find her undesirable on sight with her tattoos and red streaks in her black hair and send her back home. She’d cite the no refund clause and everything would be fine.

But, when Saffron arrives at the mansion in the forest, she discovers there’s not only one but three dangerously gorgeous lumberjacks and they’ll all be sharing her. Worse, they have no plans to return her and walking away means giving them their money back.

Prepared to see this through for the sake of her family, Saffron stays and is determined to remain unscathed. Except their shameless medical examinations, and their bold and intimate spankings shatter her boundaries leaving her curiously aroused and desperately craving more.

She soon loses her heart to each of them, but when she is kidnapped, will the lumberjacks be saving her or the baby they paid her to have?

Publishers note: This unconventional love story depicts consensual, erotic scenes of a polyamorous relationship.



Saffron resisted the urge to slide a little lower into the chair. The amount of sheer maleness around her seemed to penetrate her skin and left her trying to catch her suddenly heavy breath. Without her explicit permission, her gaze dipped to their groins. What was she doing?

Three thick bulges faced her. She swallowed and whipped her gaze back up to encompass three sets of eyes, looking down at her. The air became too hot and scorched her body. She was going to hyperventilate. She squeaked. She sat up straighter, clutching the edge of either side of the chair until her knuckles turned white.

She knew what was coming. She knew what they were going to say. She wasn't equipped for this. She was going to die from sensory overload.

Oh, Dad, do you know what you really got your daughter into?

But she told herself to calm down. Maybe she still had it wrong. Surely. They couldn't be serious. They were messing with her because of her bratty mouth and attitude and now they were having one on her. They were going to say kidding any minute now. But how could her panties be getting wetter by this utterly crazy assumption. Was there something in the air messing with her mind—and her body?

And what was wrong with her if she passed all semblance of logic and went straight to the most bizarre, the most mind-stopping, the most amazing and the scariest. Surely their words didn't mean that.

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