Saturday Spankings #79 – What she had in mind, he would definitely like. #SatSpanks

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It’s time for another Saturday Spankings, which is where authors post eight-ish sentences of a spanking on their blogs. Here’s another snippet from my femdom erotic romance novella,Ā Testing Tom. It follows on from last week’s. Enjoy!

He obviously thought she was going to dump him, or something. What she had in mind, he would definitely like. ā€œOh, don’t worry,ā€ she said, ā€œyou’re absolutely going to like what I have planned for you. Now, take off your shoes and coat and put them away neatly, then get into my bedroom. Quickly!ā€

She saw an expression of bliss flit across his face before he did as he was told. He put his shoes neatly by the door, and hung his coat on the rack above them. Then he all but scampered down the hallway and into her room.

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My Sexy Saturday #96 – She loved Tristan with all her heart… #MySexySaturday

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Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress. Here’s another snippet from my story, Properly, Or Not At All.Ā It releases as a standalone tale on Tuesday, and is available for pre-order now. Enjoy!

ā€œNo, I suppose not.ā€ She grinned then slipped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Closing her eyes, Jayme allowed herself to get into the touching of their lips, the parting, the questing tongues, shoving all thoughts of not being able to have her arse reddened to the recesses of her mind. She loved Tristan with all her heart, and their relationship was so much more than sex and kink, so they’d just have to get on with it.

And what better way to get on with it than to find a way around their unfortunate predicament? Pulling Tristan’s bottom lip into her mouth, she sucked and nibbled at it, enjoying the guttural sounds this elicited from his throat. Letting go of his lip, she then sucked at his tongue, mimicking fellatio on the warm, wet flesh and grinning to herself as she felt his rapidly growing erection press against her stomach.

Buy your copy ofĀ Properly, Or Not At AllĀ here:Ā https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/properly-or-not-at-all/

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x

Back Lot Beauties Blog Hop

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Hello everyone and welcome to the Back Lot Beauties Blog Hop. This is where authors are shining a light on their releases which are over a year old. I had a hard time choosing just one, but I decided to go with City Nights: One Night in Paris because I’m currently working on another book in this standalone series, so I was in the mood for some city-related goodness šŸ˜‰

Here’s a snippet:

Jacob huffed out a breath as he reached the kerb, shooting a dirty look at the motorist who’d caused him to leap for the relative safety of the pavement. Christ, he’d heard talk of Parisian drivers, but until he’d experienced the place for himself, he’d thought the claims were exaggerated. Apparently not.

Running a hand through his hair, he tried to regain some modicum of composure. It was not the best start to his day—all he’d done was catch the Metro to the Eiffel Tower so far, and he’d barely caught sight of the iconic monument before an insane motorist had almost run him down.

Checking his pockets to make sure nothing was amiss, he retrieved his pre-booked ticket for one of the hop-on, hop-off bus tours of the city while he was there. Horribly touristy, he knew, but given he’d never visited the French capital before, he felt it was excusable. Hell, he’d even booked a plane ticket with a nice twenty-four-hour layover so he could sneak in some sightseeing. It was going to be non-stop work when he got to Abu Dhabi, so he felt he was entitled to a little chill-out time before he got there.

He was the boss, anyway, so nobody could tell him what to do, where to go, or when. If he wanted to head for a brief jolly in Paris before a bunch of intense meetings with his Arabic clients, then he damn well would. What was the point in working his arse off constantly if he couldn’t reap the benefits? His fortieth birthday was approaching and the realisation had made him think. Almost forty and he hadn’t seen nearly enough of the world. Especially if you discounted hotels and conference rooms. Once, he’d flown to Rome, had a meeting in a hotel near the airport, then turned around and boarded a flight home. It had been worth it financially, but only months later, it hit Jacob what a colossally wasted opportunity it had been. Yes, the client had insisted on a face-to-face meeting, rather than a Skype chat, and yes, he’d needed to get back home to continue with yet more work, but it could have waited a day or two. Even a couple of days in the Italian capital would have been better than nothing.

What was the point in having plenty of money if one couldn’t enjoy it, after all?

With a decisive nod, Jacob checked his ticket for the location of the bus stop. He’d just headed for the Eiffel Tower in the first instance because he’d figured it would be the easiest thing in Paris to find. He’d been right in assuming that; the mighty iron structure pierced the sky, impressive and strangely beautiful. It was next on his list, after the bus tour, which he felt would help him get his bearings. He only had twenty four hours—there was no time to waste getting lost.

He quickly located the bus stop he’d been looking for, helped by the vehicle that had just arrived, emblazoned with the tour company logo. There was already a group waiting, and he hurried over to join the back of the queue. After a couple of minutes, it was his turn to have his ticket checked, then he was ushered onto the bus.

It seemed the majority of people who’d alighted in front of him had snagged seats on the bottom deck. It was far from full but somehow already felt crowded, so Jacob headed up the stairs, the child in him making a bee-line for the back seat.

He’d taken a couple of long strides when he saw someone already sitting there. A blonde, maybe a decade younger than him, and gorgeous. Their gazes met and they exchanged a polite smile before breaking eye contact.

Here’s the blurb and buy links:

Jacob is nearly forty, and has recently come to the sudden realisation that he’s not doing much with his life. Sure, he’s got his own successful business, but what’s the point in earning lots of money and not doing anything or going anywhere to spend it?

He’s in serious danger of being all work and no play, so he starts to rectify this by organising a twenty four hour layover in Paris en route to a meeting in Dubai. Whilst there, he goes on a bus tour of the city, and there meets Annabelle, a fellow Brit who’s studying in Paris. There’s clearly an attraction between the two of them, so when the gorgeous Annabelle makes an indecent proposal to help Jacob fill his time in Paris, who is he to refuse?

Buy links:Ā https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/city-nights-one-night-in-paris/

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Happy Reading,

Lucy x

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Cold Night Moon by Naomi Clark (@naomi_jay)

Thanks for having me here on your blog today! I’m really excited to be sharing my latest release, COLD NIGHT MOON – book five in my Urban Wolf Series. This is a series that’s really so close to my heart for a lot of reasons, and it’s great to be back in Ayla and Shannon’s world. I’ve been with these characters for six years now, and I like to think that each installment, whether it’s a short story like this or a full-length novel, has expanded the world and see my werewolf ladies grow. In COLD NIGHT MOON, I get to play with some British folklore (always fun!) and give Ayla and Shannon a romantic break in the woods…well, a sort of romantic break, anyway. I hope you’ll love it!

 

Excerpt

ā€œWe’reĀ going home,ā€ I said, hoping my voice didn’t sound as shaky as I thought it did.
ā€œNo!Ā Can’t you hear her! It’s so beautiful, Ayla, I have to see… I have to findĀ herā€¦ā€ She slapped uselessly at my arms.
I hadĀ to change position. I couldn’t really see past her head and if she startedĀ kicking, she could take out my knees with those heavy hiking boots. But IĀ didn’t want to let her go to try and put her in a better hold. With a groan, IĀ sort of rolled her in my arms so we were face to face. Her expression was oneĀ of angry hunger, nothing like the Shannon I knew. She slapped me, her gloves stingingĀ my cheek.
ā€œLetĀ me go!ā€
IĀ growled and hauled her over my shoulder. She kneed me in the stomach andĀ pummeled my back, shouting now.
ā€œPutĀ me down! I have to see her!ā€
“There’sĀ nobody there!” I cried, frustration boiling over into anger of my own.
“Please, Shannon—”
SheĀ kneed me again, knocking the breathe from me, and I stumbled. Her weightĀ overbalanced me, pitching us both into the snow, with Shannon landing on top ofĀ me. While I wheezed for air, she tried to scramble off me, but I grabbed herĀ wrists and clung on. The sheer panic on her face scared me. It was the intense,Ā mindless panic of an animal fleeing a wildfire, a human watching a friend die.Ā You couldn’t reason with that, couldn’t snap someone out of it.Ā SheĀ twisted and thrashed, trying to free herself, while snow soaked through myĀ jeans and slid into my boots, sending chills through me. I was fighting theĀ elements as well as Shannon, and whilst I could outfight Shannon if I wanted, IĀ couldn’t hold off the cold forever.
IĀ gritted my teeth. “I’m so sorry,” I said, and then I headbutted her.

 

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Naomi likes writing, perfume,Ā fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars,Ā not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since sheĀ learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biographyĀ writing. When she’s not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she’sĀ hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. IfĀ the cat isn’t available, she’s with her fiancĆ© watching cookery shows andĀ silently plotting her next book.

 

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Mid Week Tease: “What the hell do you want?” #MWTease

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Welcome back to Mid Week Tease!Ā This week I’m sharing another snippet from my femdom erotic romance novella, Testing Tom. It follows on from last time. I hope you enjoy it!

Testing Tomā€œGet in,ā€ she said, quickly closing the door behind him, then turning to face her unwanted visitor. ā€œWhat the hell do you want?ā€

He held his hands up in supplication, then spoke. ā€œLook, I know I’m probably the last person you expected to see—wanted to see—but I have to talk to you. Please?ā€

He adopted the puppy-dog look he’d long-since perfected. Katrina sighed.

ā€œYou’ve got five minutes. Sit down.ā€

They moved over to the sitting area, and Katrina deliberately sat in the chair, so Tom couldn’t sit next to her. Settling onto the end of the sofa nearest to her, he clasped his hands together, presumably to summon his courage, and began.

ā€œKat, I’m here to say I’m sorry, all right? I was wrong, so wrong, to finish with you the way I did and go off with Alicia.ā€

ā€œShe’s dumped you, has she?ā€ Katrina clenched her teeth, and felt the rage beginning to build inside her. If Tom thought he could come running back to her because his bimbo had ditched him, then he had another think coming.

ā€œNo,ā€ he said firmly, and, she suspected, honestly. ā€œI finished with her, actually. When I realized that I wasn’t happy with her. She never made me feel the way you do, Kat. Not once. And I know, I know it’s my fault. I wanted something… different from what we had, or at least I thought I did. I couldn’t help thinking at the time that what we did was wrong, was weird. Abnormal, even. So when Alicia started flirting with me at work, I started thinking perhaps I should try for something normal. Like everybody else out there.ā€

Grab your copy of Testing TomĀ here: https://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/testing-tom/

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Tempered by Her (Risso Family #4) by Lynn Burke (@AuthorLynnBurke)

Tempered by HerBlurb:

Zane Risso, a Dominant unyielding in his desires, is haunted by the one woman he wants and can’t have, vanilla goodie-two-shoes Raquel Hawkins. He knows the only way to flush her from his system is to seduce her and move on, because surrendering the kink club addiction he enjoys is not a demand he’ll accept. From any woman.

Raquel Hawkins has never known temptation like the blue-eyed Italian god who seems fond of whispering naughty things in her ear during office hours. He’s bad news—sin personified—and although she continues to deny him, her body’s responses to his sensual words just might buy her a one-way ticket to hell.

From their first kiss, Zane’s determination to overcome her Pollyanna principles threatens his lifestyle. For Raquel, giving into temptation would doubtless leave her heart a shredded mess—and unlock sordid secrets best left in the dark.

 

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Direct to Lynn’s title page: http://www.authorlynnburke.com/tempered-by-her.html

 

Excerpt:

I found Raquel kneeling in the center of my bed, hands on her lap, head bowed, her high heels placed side by side on the floor at the bed’s foot. She hadn’t obeyed my first command, but fuck me, I didn’t give a shit.

I’d planned on taking her over my knee and reddening every inch of her ass and thighs, but seeing her in such a submissive pose in the middle of my bed had me drooling for a taste. ā€œTake off your blouse.ā€

She started at my voice, but lifted shaking hands to do as told. With each button slipped free, my arousal returned, and the blue silk sliding off her bare shoulders and revealing a see-through white lace bra and puckered rosy nipples brought a groan to my lips.

ā€œLay back.ā€ I strode forward as she straightened her legs and complied, the sounds of her quickened breaths heating my blood.

Fuckin’ Raquel Hawkins, sweet innocent, was on my bed, the darkness beneath her knee-length skirt sending my saliva glands into hyper-drive. I slipped leather ties around her wrists and tied her tight to my headboard. She chewed on her lower lip, chest rising and falling enough to make me think she might call out her safe word, but she kept silent.

I kicked off my shoes and climbed onto the bed, pushing up her pencil skirt with agonizing slowness over nylon-clad legs while settling on my haunches between them.

Thigh highs. I swallowed. Fuckin’A.

A sweep of my thumbs from inner to outer thighs, and she lifted her ass, allowing me to push the skirt to her waist. So much for my assumption about granny panties. White lace matching her bra and a scrap of silk hid her virgin curls from me. I leaned down, breathing in the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. ā€œI’m going to taste you, Raquel.ā€

She gasped, her hands flexing in their restraints.

ā€œYou’re not allowed to come until I tell you to.ā€

ā€œW-what?ā€

I reached up and pinched her nipple, earning another gasp, a groan of pleasure on its heels as she writhed on the bed. ā€œThe proper response would be, yes, Sir.ā€

She licked her lips again and whispered, ā€œYes, Sir.ā€

ā€œYes, Sir, what?ā€

ā€œI won’t come until you tell me to.ā€

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About Lynn Burke:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Her current work, the Risso Familly Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.

Find Lynn:

Website: http://www.authorlynnburke.com/index.html

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/?ref=hl

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke

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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Lynn-Burke/e/B00TGC9SJW

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13130238.Lynn_Burke

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