Saturday, 25 April 2020

Bound to the Commander by Libby Campbell

The lovely Libby Campbell is here today with her new release Bound to the Commander - Book 2 in The Lighthouses of Devmaer series. Don't forget to enter for a chance to win a $25 Amazon gift card! Details below. Limited time only.

She is committed to serving her country. He has other duties in mind.


When rumors of twenty-three-year-old orphan Pepper Thornback’s incredible healing abilities reach the ruling Tribunal, Commander Quinn Garrick sets out to bring her to the capital. Pepper is given no choice in the matter, and when she attempts an escape during the journey she is taken over his knee for a sound spanking and then stripped bare for a painful, embarrassing switching.

More humiliating still, upon reaching their destination Quinn informs Pepper that she will be his ward for the duration of her stay and he will not hesitate to deal firmly with any disobedience.

Despite her blushing indignation at being treated in such a shameful manner, Quinn’s stern dominance arouses Pepper deeply, and when he takes her in his arms and claims her properly she is left utterly spent and satisfied. But when Pepper makes a shocking discovery concerning the fate of her parents, will the revelation strengthen her bond with Quinn or tear them apart forever?

Publisher’s Note: Bound to the Commander is a stand-alone sequel to Bound to the Admiral. It 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 at all major ebook sellers.


“What do you think you’re doing?” a man said from behind her. His voice was as deep as thunder, authoritative, and vaguely familiar. 

Pepper smoothed her lavender midi-dress and tucked a loose strand of hair under her modesty cap before turning to face him. Her hands went cold when she saw who had spoken.

Looking down at her from a lofty height stood a stately man, a blue-skinned Devmaerean. He was dressed in the gray uniform and shiny black boots worn by all male members of the country’s ruling Tribunal. But the red cuffs on his jacket and the scarlet scarf at his neck were worn by only one person: the country’s leader.

Commander Quinn Garrick’s face was impassive, and his amethyst eyes glittered with something like amusement. “Are you planning a burglary?”

His rich voice made Pepper’s insides tighten, but not from fear. The hair on her arms stood on end. Her toes curled, responding to his aura of power and authority. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

Her face burned with embarrassment at her body’s primal response to him. Wasn’t she the woman who could say no? And usually did say no. Wasn’t she the one who was rarely tempted by desires of the flesh?

Until now.

Her breath came fast and shallow as the axis of her world shifted.

“Uh. No, sir.” She gulped.

She glanced around for the Tribunal Guards who should have been close. Curiously there were none nearby. Neither was there was a film crew on hand, recording their encounter. It was just the two of them standing in front of Lily’s place.

Pepper swallowed as icy fear edged out her initial sensation of lust. The commander was known to be a rigid enforcer of the rules that made their country safe and stable. And he’d just caught her peeking into a house that wasn’t hers.

Dread fluttered in her chest. As she broke eye contact with him, she noticed the broadness of his shoulders. A cinched belt emphasized the trimness of his waist. She glimpsed the healthy bulge at his groin. In spite of herself, her fingers twitched at the thought of touching that beautiful muscle, teasing it to its magnificent fullness. His strong thighs flexed under his tailored trousers.

“Step out of the flowerbed, please.” An order disguised as a polite request.

Pepper’s heart tried to hammer its way out of her ribcage as she moved onto the lawn.

“Please look at me when I’m talking to you. What do you think happens to burglars?”

She raised her eyes back to his and shrugged.

He folded his arms, nodding at her to speak.

“Detention?” Her voice squeaked, betraying a mix of fear and wonder.

“At the very least. Women offenders often get the switch.” The corners of his mouth twitched in a small smile.

Flames of embarrassment burned up Pepper’s neck as she imagined this man baring her bottom to stripe it with willow branches. Now another part of her body was swelling and clenching. As his eyes bored into her, she dropped her head to study her feet. The toe of her right boot was muddy from the garden. She rubbed it against her left ankle.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Before she could answer, he said, “Let’s start with our names. I’m Quinn Garrick, Commander of Elsinania.”

Everyone with working eyes and ears knows who you are. Pepper bit back the sarcastic reply. The man appeared hourly on the viewing screens that ran nonstop in all the public buildings in every street in the entire country. “I’m Piera Elin Thornback, massage therapist, citizen grade four. People call me Pepper.”

He nodded again, indicating he expected more of an explanation. She wondered if he would demand to read the CitizenBand on her left wrist. The fine gold and silver bracelet carried her name, address, education, occupation, blood type, along with the day of her last cycle and the fact that the contraceptive option had been activated.

“It’s my sister, Lily. I can’t wake her.” She jutted her chin toward the window as her voice drifted off. Somehow her explanation sounded flimsy when spoken out loud.

“Let me have a look.” He touched her lower back as he stepped around her. As quickly as he removed his hand, she wanted it back on her again.

Pay attention. She noted the way he didn’t have to trample the garden to get close like she did. He was tall enough to see in the window from three feet back.

As he turned, she saw that his thick blue hair was tied back with a leather thong at the base of his neck. The length of it took her breath away; it was almost as long as hers.

The Handbook for Proper Conduct, which set out the rules every person in Elsinania was supposed to live by, decreed that men’s hair shouldn’t reach past their shirt collars. Quinn’s would fall to his elbows when it was untied. Members of the Tribunal made rules; they obviously didn’t follow them.

“There’s no one in there,” he declared, regarding her with a look of gentle concern.

Suddenly the autumn sun felt unbearably hot. A bead of sweat ran down the back of her neck. She longed to tear off her modesty cap, loosen her long heavy hair, and let her scalp breathe.


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

The Lighthouses of Devmaer, a fantasy-sci fi romp: 

Bound to the Past, prequel 

Time Travel: 

Christmas romance: 

Contemporary 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. 

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. 

Connect with Libby Campbell: 

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Question and answers with Libby Campbell 

What was your inspiration for this book? 

I planned the entire series about a year ago and sketched out the different continents then. So At that time, I envisioned Elsinania’s culture as being well regulated and harmonious on the surface but troubled when examined closer.
Of course the pandemic in the series is much milder than anything we are seeing here now but at first the coincidence unnerved me a lot.
In this book, it was great fun setting the daughter of a dissident on a collision course with the authoritarian commander. 

Why fantasy? 

Sometimes I find planet earth a bit of a discouraging place. I wanted to create an escape, another world, with problems that are resolved and happy ever after moments. 

I made that decision long before the bumping and bruising ride that arrived with the COVID19 virus. Now more than ever we need an escape. At least I do. 

Colored socks? 

That little detail was borrowed from a certain religious sect here in Canada. One of my friends grew up on a farm next to their communal property. The girls were only allowed bright colored socks until they were married. He told me that the girl who wore most shocking, brightest socks always flirted with him. Pepper isn’t that boy-crazy but she liked her bright socks as a way of personal expression. 

What is the best part of writing? 

Getting a new idea and running with it. Book 3 in this series, Bound To The Sheriff, is almost complete. It’s the first book I’ve ever written with no specific plotting. 
I got one image of the opening scene and built the rest of it from there.
The process has been like riding a bike downhill really fast, wondering if I’m doing to crash or just have a breathtaking joy ride. So far it’s mostly been a joy ride.
Of course, the very best part of writing is hearing from readers who’ve enjoyed my books. Those kind comments are like Christmas, birthday, and the end of social distancing all in one package! 

What is the hardest part of writing? 

Being attacked by trolls who hide behind avatars. 

Not someone who doesn’t like a book, gives a negative review, and never reads my work again. That’s life. 

I’m talking about reviewers who continue to read the same genre and same authors over and over, only to leave caustic and/or outraged reviews, as if every new variation on the theme is something unexpected and dreadful to them. They are either slow learners, self-appointed guardians of what the public should be allowed to read, or people with empty lives and dark hearts. 

One good thing the trolls show us: they prove the art is doing its job. It is provoking a passionate response.

Friday, 24 April 2020

Taken By The Renegade by Sadie Marks

Sadie Marks is visiting today with her newest, hottest release, TAKEN BY THE RENEGADE - Book 2 in Rise of the Sadecs!

They are Masters at balancing pleasure with pain and the only thing they won't give her is freedom.


Samantha is a masochist with no interest in the trappings of romance or submission, until she meets the sexy new Dominant in town and falls for him hard. But he’s not who she thought he was. He’s not even human. 

Trev is a renegade member of the sadistic Sadec race. and by the time she learns it, she’s on his spaceship far from home. When she’s confiscated by his people as forbidden contraband, Sam finds herself reborn into her new life as Silla. She consents to fill her role as Pain Receiver and reluctantly learns to submit to their whims.

But Trev is never far from her mind, and when she’s given the chance to get back to her renegade Sadec Dom, she realizes it’s worth risking everything to be with him.

Taken by a Renegade is a stand-alone sequel to Surrendering to Her General where Silla first appeared as a minor character. Now we’ll see her backstory and learn how she ended up at the mercy of the Sadecs as she struggles to get back to the man she loves. 

Publisher's Note: This book contains lots of steamy scenes well as graphic BDSM and power exchange, so please avoid it if you find those things upsetting.


It had been a shock, the first time Nikon grabbed her without a word, tossed her over his lap and began to spank her like he was trying to beat a swarm of gnats off her ass. It was hard, fast, and left her gaping in surprise when she was suddenly righted and set back on her feet. Era'D took one look at her face, and his amusement rang through their quarters.

She couldn't tell if he was more amused by his brother's loss of composure or by her shock, but he was still laughing when Nikon growled, "Behave!" in her ear and stalked out the door to go cool off on the fighting sands.

Perversely, she found that kind of sudden angry punishment to be just about the hottest thing she'd ever experienced. Era'D noticed she was going out of her way to get in trouble with his brother, and he found it hilarious. The fact that she knew better than to try it with him made it all the more amusing, but she'd tested the waters there and found his reaction to outright disobedience and attitude to be a lot different—and much less pleasant. 



Sadie Marks has been in love with Science-Fiction and horror since she was a little girl and when given the opportunity to mix power-exchange romance with sadistic aliens there was no way she was going to turn it down. She is continuing to work on the Rise of the Sadecs series and is enjoying her work on the third book. 

Her wide and varied experiences lend a note of realism to the D/s relationships she portrays in her books. 

(Sadie Marks is the darker half of Author Kessily Lewel) 

Sadie doesn’t have her own website, but she does share one with Kessily Lewel which covers a mixture of topics like writing, safely exploring BDSM relationships, and the occasional kinky short story. You can find it at: 

Her Amazon page is here: 

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Or you can visit her Facebook page: 

She also shares an amazingly fun facebook group with four other authors who write kinky romance and would love to have you as part of the fun over here: 

Don’t miss these exciting titles by Sadie Marks and Blushing Books! 

Surrendering to Her General—Book one of Rise of the Sadecs 

Taken By the Renegade –Book two of Rise of the Sadecs

Thursday, 9 April 2020

Tormented Dreams by Poppy Flynn

I have the lovely Poppy Flynn visiting me today with her latest release


Grace Miller has worked hard at her career as a Human Rights lawyer, but with her fortieth birthday looming, she is desperate to settle down and start a family, and she knows she is running out of time. She thought she had found the perfect man when she met sadist, Dr. Xavier Diaz, the ideal foil for her own masochistic tendencies. 

Everything between them seems to gel effortlessly, making it look like a match made in heaven...until she finds out that Xavier's own dream is to have a 'remote' 24/7 M/s relationship. 

Publisher's Note: This steamy BDSM romance contains graphic scenes and a theme of power exchange. 


Xavier directed Grace along the corridor to the next theme room, which happened to be the headmaster's study. There, a sub, dressed up in a sexy take of a British schoolgirl uniform, complete with stockings and garter belt, was sobbing and screaming somewhat theatrically as a she got the cane.

"Do you enjoy roleplay?" he asked, noting the anticipatory gleam in her eyes as she followed every movement of the Dom's hand.

"I've never really had the opportunity to try it," she replied distractedly, her gaze still fixed on the implement.

"Is it something you might like to sample?"

Grace furrowed her brow but didn't turn away from the scene, and he thought he detected a small sigh when the cane found its target once again. As the Dom finally moved to provide aftercare, Grace wrenched her eyes away from the floor to ceiling viewing window and gave him her undivided attention.

"I'm not sure," she replied, still frowning in contemplation. "It's not something I feel like I'm missing in my life. I suppose it might be a fun interlude if I wanted something different for a change, but in general, I like my slice of pain served neat and without frills," she told him boldly as they wandered across to the next window.

"A woman after my own heart," Xavier said lightly as they stopped to look inside the suspension room where Master Logan, another of the co-owners, had his wife, Luanna—or Serenity, as she was known at the club—bound in complicated Shibari work. He was in the process of suspending her rather artistically, one of his greatest pleasures.

"You're a sadist?" Grace queried. Had he detected the slightest breathiness in her voice, or was that just wishful thinking?

"Indeed I am. Master X, at your service," he said with a brief, formal bow.

"What about you? Are you an exhibitionist as well?" he enquired, the scenes playing out through the glass walls forgotten. "Or do you prefer privacy?"

"I'm not bothered, either way," she admitted. "I'm only in it for the scene, at the end of the day. It doesn't bother me to be on display, but it's not something I need to be fulfilled. Neither is a club, to be honest. It's just the only way to meet prospective Doms when you're single. I don't trust that kind of thing to internet chat. I need the security of a respected club so that I can meet people who have been vetted, but I'm perfectly happy to scene in private once I'm comfortable that I'm in good hands."

"Very sensible," Xavier agreed approvingly. "I should have asked before; do you use a club name for anonymity?"

They had passed a few more theme rooms, the Sultan's throne room, the wet room, and the French boudoir, and had given each one a little time and contemplation, albeit cursory. But none of them had lit Grace's expression as much as watching the caning.

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Author 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." 
Poppy x 

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Thursday, 6 February 2020

The Liberation of Miss X by Etta Stark

The lovely Etta Stark is here today with her new book The Liberation of Miss X and can I just say what a gorgeous cover that is!
 Take it away Ms Stark...

This is the first book in a new series ‘Victorian Submission’ about a very exclusive (and rather kinky) club in nineteenth century London. There will be more books following this year which will tell the stories of the women who are welcomed through its doors and into its dungeon.


London 1890. Flora Taylor has been estranged from her beloved brother, Edward, for five years after their father banished him from the house and refused to have anything to do with him. When she is reunited with him, she is delighted to have him back in her life but, sadly, her happiness is short-lived.

Edward and his lover, George, are arrested and imprisoned. The laws of Victorian London mean that the two men are facing the prospect of prison with hard labor for the crime of being in love with one another.

Flora must work with Edward’s friend and solicitor William Beech to secure their release. However, the more time she spends with Mr. Beech, the more she finds herself opening up to feelings and passions that she has never had the chance to explore before.

As Flora and Mr. Beech fall in love, they explore a world of discipline and submission. A world that is new to Flora but already familiar to Mr. Beech, a member of a very special London club. Flora discovers a world that she never knew existed and that she is more than happy to embrace.


“What do you propose we do next?” asked Flora.

“Right now, I would suggest that you eat.” William gestured towards the dinner on the table.

Flora shook her head. “I can’t right now. My nerves would not permit it.”

“You mustn’t jeopardise your health,” warned William.

“I do not intend to,” said Flora, taking another sip of her whisky. “You’re not eating either, I see. Should I berate you for endangering your health?”

“No. You can curb that attitude, though. Or I’ll put you over my knee and give your bottom a damn good spanking.”

Flora took another sip of whisky. Evidently the liquor was loosening her tongue. “No you won’t,” she said dismissively. “You’re all talk.”

The words had barely left her lips before she found herself grabbed by the waist as William quickly sat down on one of the dining room chairs and upended her over his lap.

She let out a squawk of indignation as her skirts and petticoats were flipped up over her head leaving her bloomer-clad bottom exposed to the lawyer’s gaze. “Flora,” he said calmly. “I don’t believe for a moment that you think I am ‘all talk’. I think you fully intended to spur me into action.”

Now that the prospect of a spanking had become all too real, Flora began to panic. What had she started?

William continued. “Obviously you are under a great deal of strain at the moment. You’re worried about your brother. A spanking isn’t going to worsen your mood, though. In fact, I believe it will soothe your nerves.”

“You’re spanking me to make me feel better?” Flora asked incredulously.

“Not at all. You deserve to be punished for your insolence, so I am punishing you. Any improvement to your spirits will be a fortuitous side effect.”

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About Etta Stark: 

Etta Stark is an enthusiastic writer and reader of spanking romance who writes the kinds of books that she enjoys reading - historical and contemporary romances with strong characters and proper plotlines in between all the delicious spankings.

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Friday, 6 December 2019

Virgin – A Dark Billionaire Romance Shanna Handel

The always beautiful and amazing Shanna Handel has a new book out! And you don't want to miss the whole series!

Yesterday I’d never been kissed. Today every inch of me belongs to him. 

I didn’t ask for a guardian, but it wasn’t up to me. 

I disobeyed him, just to see what he would do. 

Then I found out what happens to bad little girls. 

She earned herself a taste of my belt. She got much more than that. 

I knew this sassy princess would need a firm hand. 

I planned to take her over my knee. 

Then I decided to take her as mine. 

Publisher’s Note: Virgin is a stand-alone sequel to Bronson, Carter, and Rockland. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Please note: In Kindle Unlimited


Charged with being the third ranking officer for the family mafia?
Piece of cake.
Charged with keeping the flighty baby cousin of the head of the family in line?
She’s young, smart, witty… and drop dead gorgeous. She’s five foot nine, and half of that height is her shapely legs. Glossy jet-black hair runs down her back. She’s perfected this little laugh and sassy flip of her hair over her shoulders. Drives the younger guys wild. The bone structure of her face has been likened to that of a Madonna. Dark perfectly arched brows, cheekbones to the high heavens, gliding down to draw attention to her full, glossy lips. A classic Italian beauty.
Who has no idea how beautiful she is. Or the effect she has on men.
All men.
Men I am magically supposed to keep from yearning for her. Sure, I can keep them away in proximity, but I can’t control the way they lust after her.
I seem to be the only single male immune to her charms.
Yes, she’s got an amazing body, a sharp mind, a quick wit. But she’s constantly late. Never met a deadline. Has no idea what a hard day of work is. Been coddled and spoiled since the day she was born. A daydreamer, always floating above the clouds. Or spending lazy afternoons basking on the shore, her nose stuck in one of her silly romance novels.
If I’m Type A, Adrianna is Type Z… the furthest from my kind possible.
And so, I was the only logical choice in the brotherhood to guard her.
It’s not that I don’t like her. Quite the opposite. I’ve observed her around the Parish. She’s kind, thoughtful. She loves animals, playing games with the children. She’s the only one who can lighten our leader’s stoic nature. She makes him laugh. I would find her to be as charming as everyone else does if she had a little taming. A few healthy boundaries, consequences for her whimsical, forgetful ways, a few trips over my knee, and she’d no longer infuriate me.
Alas. It’s not to be. Not yet, at least.
We have a hierarchy in the brotherhood. One put in place to protect our women. When a woman marries into the family, her husband is her protector. A man second to him is named, should her husband perish. But it’s only been enacted once. Recently in fact.
The man we are flying to the memorial of, Brett Bachman, was Rockland’s blood brother. He died three years ago. Rockland, next of kin, became responsible for Brett’s widow, Tess. At first, she was fine, needing him only to get through the funeral, the first memorial. The second year after Brett’s death, she began to spiral out of control, going down a dark tunnel of drinking and depression. Bronson enacted the hierarchy. Rockland moved in with her. Cared for her. Got her back on her feet. And they fell in love with one another.
I don’t fault Rockland for falling for Tess. She’s the kind of woman I usually find myself attracted to. Self-assured, hard worker. Devoted to the cause. Confident, knows her beauty. Dressing to accentuate her curves, bring out the highlights in her red hair. Calculated and cunning. A power player. She’s a tigress.
And Adrianna, a butterfly. Flitting about her day, clueless of the repercussions of her actions. Which is why she needs me.

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Sunday, 10 November 2019


The lovely Nora Nolan is here today to tell us all about her book...

This is not your mama’s alien romance.

I Married an Alien Handyman: A Spicy, Steamy Romp Across Alien Galaxies by [Nolan, Nora]


Sally’s boring world is turned upside down when she’s irresistibly drawn to a handyman’s ad. That faucet’s been broken for a year! What in this world would compel her call a handyman now, and on a Friday night? When he knocks at her door, she’s totally unprepared for the seven foot tall, ripped, steamy, and supremely seductive hunk of muscled man on her doorstep. By the end of the night, they’re thunderbolt-jolt in love.

Imagine her surprise when she learns her four best friends had similar adventures the same weekend. They compare notes and discover their new loves have way too much in common! What could possibly make Sally and her besties willing to leave their homes and go with their new loves? How can they allow themselves to blindly obey the laws and customs of their new home? And what will happen if they don’t?

Join Sally and her besties on this funny, steamy adventure into a world so like their own – yet unlike it in those ways! You’ll be glad you took the trip!


He looked at her and her heart beat faster, wondering what he was thinking. “I know what you want.” Now she saw the desire in his eyes.

He picked her up and carried her into the master suite where he laid her on the bed. She felt his weight on the mattress as he sat beside her. Sam removed her sandals and began undressing her, pulling her sweater off. She was glad she hadn’t worn a bra; in her experience, most men fumble with them. He unfastened her skirt and pulled it off, leaving her in skimpy pink panties. Soon they, too, were on the floor. She cringed inwardly when she remembered she hadn’t been waxed in months.

“Sally, you’re gorgeous. Head to toe, you are perfectly beautiful.”

I swear you can read my mind!

Sam removed his shoes and socks. Sally held her breath as she watched him pull the t-shirt over his head, revealing a body she never even imagined could exist. His shoulders and chest were indescribably broad and muscular, with a good amount of black hair on his chest that tapered in as it approached his navel. His arms were rounded or curved in places with huge muscle bulges. She wondered how she kept from noticing them earlier – surely his t-shirt couldn’t have hidden them. He stood then and unbuttoned his jeans, then unzipped them. As he lowered them, Sally marveled at that pronounced vee on his lower torso where the lower abs meet the obliques. She’d never seen that kind of muscle definiti-

Oh. My. Word. It’s huge and it’s still mostly flaccid. How is this going to work? She’d always heard the size of things were proportional, but she didn’t dream it could be that big. Well, after all, he was over seven feet tall. I guess it’s true what they say.

Sam lay down beside her on the bed, supporting himself on his left elbow while his right arm explored. The kisses started gently on her forehead, becoming more eager when his lips found hers.

Sally’s senses were overloaded. That tingly warmth from his touch – familiar to her now – rushed through her body. Every nerve in her was alive and acutely reactive. She felt as though she glowed, and he wasn’t even fully aroused yet. She’d never experienced anything like this before, and even wondered briefly if her young and healthy heart would survive this. Her own arousal was stronger than any she’d felt before; she felt her juices running down the folds of her skin onto her thighs and buttocks and the sheet beneath her. She felt wild, like a feral cat of the Serengeti, or some otherworldly creature, fierce and frenzied.

Her arms went up and around Sam’s body, squeezing him and eagerly running her hands all over his skin.

“Easy, sugar, we can take all the time we need.”

“No, Sam, I don’t think I can!” She was already breathless. “I’ve never felt like this, and so soon. It’s never been like, I mean, I haven’t gotten so...”

“I know, sugar, I know. But that’s good – it’ll come in handy in a few minutes.”

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Nora Nolan is one of my pen names. It’s nice to meet you! I came to writing a bit late in life but have always wanted to do it. I’d find myself reading a book and think, “Wow, that passage was great, but I wish it had {fill in the blank}.” Then one day I was challenged by a book on time and life management to write down a goal I wanted to achieve within 12 months. I buckled down and followed the book’s instructions, and my first three manuscripts were completed within five months. And that five months included having a demanding day job for three months and time out for major surgery! 

I love to read romance novels. I have a favorite type, though. They have fairly normal, sexy, fun, or slightly kinky relationships that happen to have a woman who misbehaves occasionally and a loving and lovable hot alpha male who chooses not to allow it. That’s what I write. So if you like age play, really strong BDMS lifestyles, a lot of bondage, or women in chains who beg to be caned, you might want to look for other authors. 

I live in the southern central part of the US. My happier days find me with our grandchildren (yes, with their parents, too, but you know how it is about grandkids), spending time with my wonderful alpha husband (of course!) and family. 

My newest joy, though, is sitting at the keyboard, letting the characters in my head write their stories. They often lead me in directions that surprise me. I never know when I start out what direction they’ll take or where they’ll end up! 

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Tuesday, 5 November 2019

Bjorn: a Viking Warrior Romance (Viking Surrender Book 10) by Jane Burrelli

Jane Burrelli is here today to tell us all about her new book - Bjorn: a Viking Warrior Romance. Take it away, Jane!


My story features Rhiannon, a feisty Pictish shield maiden and Bjorn, the Jarl's brother and the warrior she injured. Their future is uncertain, can two strong personalities such as theirs, survive in the new world their leaders are determined to create?


A proud shield-maiden vowing never to be possessed by any man.
A ruthless Viking warrior swearing to tame the bold beauty.
A battle of wills and consuming desire.
But who will conquer who?

A horde of battle-hardened, ferocious Nordic warriors.
A Pictish village at the mercy of its enemies.
A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides.

Delivered into Viking hands, claimed and conquered, each bride must accept that she belongs to her new master. But, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?

The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.

Begin the journey here...
Enter a world of suspense, seduction and adventure, told against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland.

Journey together with indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines, as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.

'Bjorn' is one of nine powerfully seductive romances in the 'Viking Surrender' series.


“I wish to take a bride,” Bjorn said with his usual directness. Brandr stilled for a moment, clearly shocked by the request. Then again, so was Bjorn. Never since his disastrous marriage had a woman captured his interest for more than few nights, until now.

“Who?” Brandr asked, as if dreading the answer.

“Rhiannon.”Brandr let out a bark of laughter.

“Rhiannon?” he scoffed. “She will gut you before the wedding can take place.” Bjorn bristled at the lack of faith to tame his she-wolf, and make no mistake, she was his.

“She is my choice,” he said simply, stretching to ease the ache that still plagued his side.

“You want to wed the woman who tried to kill you?” Brandr said, slowly running a hand over his face. Bjorn sighed.

“No, I wish to wed the woman who would face down a whole Viking force single-handedly.” Brandr grunted, acknowledging the little Pict’s courage, and Bjorn pressed on. “You said I would decide her fate, and I’ve decided,” Bjorn reminded him, steel ringing in his words. He would not be moved from this.

Brandr quietened for a moment, rubbing a hand over his chin, deep in thought. “She is a beauty, but a reckless one,” Brandr conceded.

Bjorn’s rolled his eyes up to the clouds, his patience was wearing thin. “But she will never be an easy wife,” Brandr warned.

About the Author

When Jane realised that the world was not hiring for a ‘sarcastic but benign Supreme Ruler of the Universe’, she decided to put her vivid imagination to good use and create her own world. Affectionately dubbed the 'sex author' by her good friends, Jane can often be found crafting her saucy tales in her local coffee shop, fuelled by copious amounts of vanilla tea. 

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A horde of battle-hardened warriors. 
A village at the mercy of its enemies. 
A harrowing bargain struck for nine reluctant brides 

Life is perilous and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves. 

Happy Reading... your Viking warrior book boyfriends await