Thursday, 18 August 2016

Dominated by the Dragon - Read the 1st chapter here. #BDSM #Spanking #Dragon


Blurb

A former super soldier turned dragon demon must choose between his soul mate and saving the world from a nuclear winter.
The British army’s nuclear testing bonded a dragon into Flynn Hemsworth’s soul. Military scientists vivisected and tortured him until he escaped two years later. Although he’s never aged, he’s been alone and on the run for almost six decades. When he prevents a naked woman from being the prize lot in a coven’s slave auction, he realizes she has an unexplored submissive streak.
Hope Mathews—a sassy blonde with killer keyboard skills—is a strong independent woman. When Flynn prevents her being sold to a demon, she discovers she enjoys spankings and light bondage.
Together Hope and Flynn must shut down a coven of black magicians, rescue kidnapped demons, and stop a black ops nuclear missile hitting the UK. Even if they manage all that, Hope’s the granddaughter of a billionaire while Flynn’s still on the run from the military who want to dissect him again. Can they find common ground and build a life together?
Reader Advisory: Contains explicit language, a virginal heroine who discovers she enjoys spanking and bondage. Add in some serious dragon demon loving, light the blue touch paper, stand back, and watch the sparks fly.
PUBLISHER NOTE: Paranormal BDSM Romance – 63,094 words. BDSM, Exhibitionism, Orgies and Spanking.

Buy links


Amazon US              http://amzn.to/2agfoFI
All Romance           http://bit.ly/29ZkMei

Chapter One


CUFFS HELD HOPE’S hands behind her, and a leash ran from the collar at her neck to the top of the cage. Barely able to move, she shivered on the exposed Yorkshire moor. “Hey! That wind’s freezing. We need some clothes here.”
Heads swiveled in her direction, but not one coven member came to her aid. She shivered anew at the malice in their collective gaze. Wrists tensed, she strained at her bonds, but the cuffs didn’t give an inch.
The wind whipped over her bare nipples and whistled around her ears. Legs crossed in an illusion of modesty, she longed for a fur coat. Even pants and bra would be good. Turning her back wasn’t an option since she didn’t dare take her gaze off her captors.
In the second cage, another woman whimpered, “Don’t antagonize them. They’ll only hurt us worse.”
Hope couldn’t imagine worse. Well, since she was about to be the prize lot in their slave auction she could, but she refused to think about that. When they’d learned she was a virgin, she’d become their star attraction. If she could only move, she’d kick the stuffing out of her captors when they came for her. Instead, the metal collar and leash kept her tethered and helpless. She shivered her ass off while the black coven performed perverted sex acts around her.
The full moon splayed the landscape in silver light. The wind carried drops of drizzle. Black boulders, head high or taller, dotted the moor. A stone altar rose out the heather, midway between the skyline and the makeshift car park at the foot of the hill.
Wind rustled the long grass. Before the coven had started going at it like rabbits, she’d heard owls hoot in the distance. Dark magic swirled over the hillside, chilling her soul and setting her trembling inside. Her skin itched and her stomach heaved. Fear constricted her throat, but humiliated and frozen, she clung to the last shreds of her anger. Head high, she studied the alfresco sex going on all around her.
A woman screamed out her satisfaction as one man lay atop her and banged her missionary style. Another man lay beneath her, and ass fucked her from below. Hope couldn’t take her eyes off them. Other women knelt on all fours, uncaring who screwed them. One exhibitionist writhed atop the altar while her triad of lovers took turns to suck on her breasts or her pussy.
Around her, masked witches and warlocks shagged as though the world ended tonight. For her, if she didn’t find a way out of here, it might. Her captors looked like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in those masks. She’d laugh if her situation weren’t so dire.
Hope had never seen so many naked people or imagined they’d perform sex acts in public. Most of the coven had red diamonds tattooed on their arms, the way gang members sported their insignia. After tonight, she’d never admire a man’s tattoos again.
The endless variety of sex fascinated her, and her gaze felt glued to the coven as they indulged in wild sex. She hadn’t known so many different positions were possible, and some of them must hurt. When she looked closer, the coven all still wore their shoes. Who knew black magicians didn’t mind getting their hands dirty but liked to keep their feet clean?
The woman in the next cell wept noisily. Her long brown hair tumbled over her breasts, hiding them so well only her nipples poked through. Hope wore her hair in a short, pixie style, and while platinum blonde spikes framed her face, they didn't hide her bare body. Much as she loved her short, easy-care hairstyle, she wished she’d let her hair grow as long as Lady Godiva’s.
Another gust of wind set her shivering again. Unnaturally thin, she could practically hear her grandfather telling her to eat more. She’d only throw up if she did. Her captors hadn’t fed them, but all skinny hips and toned muscle, she greeted hunger like an old friend.
Hope dreamed of being a curvy hipped beauty, but she’d have to recover from her food allergy first. Only, caged on a windswept moor, this wasn’t the time to worry about her eating disorder. Soon they’d auction her off to some sleazebag with a perform-in-public fetish.
Fear rolled red-hot through her gut—fireballs that pierced her shield of anger and threatened to consume her. She leaned as close to the brunette as the damn leash would allow her. “Try to stay strong.”
The brunette sobbed harder. “I’m Krystal Ellis. If you make it out of here, tell the police my name. Don’t let them forget me. God, all I want is to go home. I don’t even know how I ended up here.”
Hope shivered again. “Probably drugs. The last thing I remember was drinking a coffee that tasted off. When I woke up, I was naked and chained. What about you?”
Krystal sniffed hard, trying to stem her tears. “My boyfriend. Well, my ex. He asked me to meet him for lunch and like a fool I did. I don’t remember anything after he bought me a super-spiced samosa. Maybe there was something off in them.”
Like Krystal, Hope wanted out of the cage and off the windswept moor. Not knowing how to answer, she called out to her captors. “You lot out there, do you want us to die of exposure? We won’t be worth anything if we’re dead.”
The orgy’s participants ignored her. The more they screwed, the stronger the stench of brimstone became. As the dark miasma thickened, clouds blotted out the night sky. The wind gusted around the captives. Hope shivered so hard that even her goose bumps turned blue.
One of her captors—the pompous, pigeon-chested one—shoved at the woman writhing atop the stone slab. Without opening her eyes, she let rip a string of cuss words.
The warlock growled something inaudible. The woman’s eyebrows rose so high they vanished beneath her fringe, and she skedaddled to the rear of the circle so fast her feet could have been on fire. Her collection of lovers weren’t far behind.
Pigeon-chest grinned and stepped onto the slab. Arms aloft, he surveyed the spectators and smiled. Hope hated how he didn’t shiver when the wind whistled around his exposed bits. He didn’t even have goose bumps. His giant hard-on could have poked someone’s eye out, and his grin—pure evil—chipped away at her confidence.
Transfixed by his stare, Krystal finally whispered, “What’s he doing?”
Hope swallowed hard. Her eyes opened like china blue saucers and her lips thinned into a narrow line. “I’m no expert, but my mom had a stash of books about spells, demons, and other supernatural stuff. I think he’s feeding off the dark power those idiots create as they fuck—if such a thing’s possible.
Just before her twenty-first birthday, she’d found her mother’s occult books in the loft. She’d settled down to read them, but her grandfather hated anything that smacked of magic. The only time he’d ever raised his voice to her was when he caught her studying the arcane rites contained in those books. She’d given in gracefully and let him take them. Later, when she stumbled on her mom’s annotated copy of Secrets of the Occult, she’d kept it hidden. The illustrations of demons and monsters had fascinated her.
Close by, Krystal wailed. Fear spiraled out from her and spread over the moor like spiderwebs. Her terror battered at Hope’s courage and left her trembling in her bonds.
The wind felt like sandpaper stripping the heat from her body. Her skin itched and burned. If her arms were loose, she’d have a damn good scratch. Instead, she backed against the cage’s bars and wriggled like a bear rubbing against a tree.
The crowd quieted. Krystal’s scream reverberated around damp moorland when two coven members dragged her toward the altar. The guy with the pigeon chest and a dick like the over-endowed Greek God, Priapus, enjoyed her distress.
His followers tethered Krystal’s leash to an iron ring hammered into the stone altar at his feet. They released her wrists, forced her atop the altar, and chained her legs wide open.
Clearly terrified, she punched one thug in the face. He backhanded her across her cheek. Hard as she struggled, she couldn’t break free. Finally, body trembling, breathing quick and shallow, she whimpered at Pigeon-chest’s feet.
Caged, bound, and helpless, all Hope could do was stare. She wanted to slap the grin off the chief warlock’s face, grab Krystal, and run. Horror sent cold chills down Hope’s spine, and she prayed she’d hold it together when they came for her.
Big Dick stood—all obscene genitals and medieval plague doctor mask—one foot either side of Krystal as she struggled beneath him. Hope hated the way he puffed out his chest and smirked with voyeuristic glee.
A small gesture, a tiny wave of his hand, and Krystal turned submissive. One minute she spat defiance and fought for her freedom. The next, she stroked her exposed clit and mewled like a she-cat in heat.
If Hope didn’t find some way to escape, they’d come for her next. She needed to make their captors see them as human, not commodities they could sell to the highest bidder. “Krystal, her name is Krystal. She just wants to go home.”
Krystal arched her back, making her generous breasts jiggle. At another gesture from the warlock, she slid one finger inside her pussy. Beneath her exhibitionist sex, she emanated fear and despair. Again the chief warlock gestured toward her, and she rode her own fingers.
The ridiculous cock he wore had to be a strap-on—didn’t it? Or maybe a magical, one-night-only extension. She could almost hear her grandfather’s protest. There’s no such thing as magic. It’s all hoodoo and power of suggestion. Only this felt all too real.
The monster straddling Krystal would never be able to wear trousers if that thing between his legs was for real. Hell, mothers would cover their children’s eyes if they spotted him walking along the street. Arms raised, he chanted a Latin incantation. The drizzle turned into steady rain, but the black coven didn’t cover up.
Malice spread across the moor in a sonic boom of black mist. When the thunderclap died away, five humanoids appeared in the mist. Krystal screamed and started to shake. “Are they banshees come for our souls?”
Hope didn’t know much about the occult, but those things had to be demons. Two of them linked arms, yipped, and exchanged juvenile grins. They ignored Hope and honed in on Krystal as she writhed on the altar. One sniffed her hair, and the other sniffed her between her legs. They looked exactly like the wolf demons in her mother’s book. There’s no such thing as demons, but…
The pair with a rash of black spots running down the left side of their faces—hyena demons, if she remembered rightly—fingered Krystal’s breasts. They were walking illustrations from Secrets of the Occult or an illustrated medieval manuscript. The fifth flicked his forked tongue along the vein in Krystal’s neck.
Krystal’s terror held a musky scent overlaid with the stench of brimstone as she orgasmed for the spectator’s delight—and still she rode her fingers. Her desperate smile didn’t touch her eyes, and her expression set so hard she looked like she’d overdosed on Botox.
For the first time, tears misted Hope’s vision. If her captors had cared enough to feed her, she’d have heaved. She hated feeling this helpless, and she hated the men who did this to them. Not as much as she hated this cage though. If she could break free, she’d grab Krystal, and they’d fight their way off the moor.
Big dick over there deserved a kick in the oversized balls. Martial arts trained, Hope longed to be the kicker. She gave those things with pointed ears and too much facial hair her fiercest death stare, not that they noticed.
The warlock chanted an incantation that put Krystal in deep stasis. Hope knew it was impossible, but even her computer-quick mind couldn’t find a rational explanation. And what are those creatures sniffing around Krystal? Monsters from my worst nightmare, perhaps.
They walked upright on two feet. Their bodies were humanoid, but they’d never pass as human. The pair with the pricked up ears—wolf demons—had faces like squashed up snouts. Tufts of hair sprouted around their faces and covered their hands. Their eyebrows almost merged with their hair.
The ones with dappled skins and sharp teeth giggled. Their faces looked like normal hyenas who’d been smacked in the face with smoothing irons. Now, if her hands were free and she had an iron…
The hyena creatures sneered at the wolfy ones in a Capulet and Montague type standoff. Ideally, they’d turn on each other. Hope swallowed hard and lifted her chin, trying to look brave and praying they didn’t want her.
The last demon had a completely bald head and no facial hair. His skin looked dry and flaky. She thought of him touching her and shuddered. Scaly skin and forked tongue—the one she feared most—glared in her direction and hissed, “Ssshee’ss mine.”

Monday, 15 August 2016

Isobel by @Aden__James #YA #Ghost #firefighter


Check out Isobel by Aden James
Please note; 
Two charities will EACH receive 35% of any net profit resulting from eBook sales of ‘Isobel’. The two charities are personal to the author and neither has participated nor endorsed the publication of this story. 
The two charities are: 
1. The Fire Fighters Charity is the UK’s leading provider of services that enhance the quality of life for serving and retired firefighters, fire personnel, and their families. Their vision is to make a positive difference by supporting people in the fire and rescue community when they are in need. 

2. The RSPCA (Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) work hard to ensure that all animals can live a life free from pain and suffering. Through their campaigns, they raise standards of care and awareness of issues for the animals who have no voice. They push for laws to be changed, improving the welfare of animals on farms, in research labs, in the wild, in paddocks or in our homes Through investigations and prosecutions they stand up to those who deliberately harm animals. 

Thank you. 
Aden James 


Buy links

Amazon UK               amzn.to/2aWYBXB

Amazon USA             amzn.to/2blarfm

Blurb

People frequently take extra work home at end of their day; however, I doubt many take the 21-gram soul of a young woman. 

Following another fatal road accident, fire-fighter Steve Moran must now deal with the unexpected aftermath. ‘Isobel’ is a cautionary tale, that brings together the deceased casualty, the fire-fighter who extricated her impaled body from the wreckage on that sunny August day in 2010, and a malevolent spirit of a young soldier killed in 1944; that seeks retribution for his untimely death. Their sad union, and those of several others, all orchestrated by the Ferryman himself.  

Friday, 5 August 2016

#SastSpanks - Caleb ties and Spanks Sylvie.



Book bargain --- To Wed a Werewolf now less than half price on the Loose id website. 
Now an All Romance best seller.

Sylvie, the heroine of To Wed a Werewolf, is trying to stop an interspecies war, but she needs to stop her former fiance's wedding to do it. 
Believing she's a money grubbing whore, the Lyke King carries her off and sexually torments her. Her torment starts with a spanking.


He sat on the bed and slid his legs beneath her slender body. With infinite patience, he positioned her across his lap, then ran a gentle hand over her panties. Okay, her wolf-man liked it kinky, but as long as he let her come, she could live with that. Nervous, eager, and helpless, she ground her hips against him.
“Tempting me, sweetness? Sorry, but your power games don’t work on me.”
A sudden slap on her ass sent pain shooting through her and heightened her need. She couldn’t enjoy this, could she? He hurt and humiliated her, but her body thrashed with desire, and her hips gyrated over his dick. Another sharp slap made her shudder, but her pride came to her rescue, and she never made a sound. A third made her bite her tongue until blood filled her mouth. She held her breath and waited, but how could she want this? Somehow she’d escape him; then her brother would kill him and serve up his entrails on a plate.
“Don’t be stubborn, sweetness. Just ask me to stop.”
She tensed and said nothing. Four, five, and six left her butt bruised and hurting, but seven started a tingling heat that spread over her ass and into her pussy. She wanted to hate him, but eight had her moaning. Nine made her hips rotate and hunt for his prick, and ten… Oh God, ten was an avalanche of pain that pushed her to the edge of something momentous and huge.
“Damn it, Sylvie.” He stopped abruptly; then he rubbed his hand over her butt, soothing where he’d just spanked, “You drive me insane.”
Insane? She felt the madness inside him, and while she knew he wanted her body, she didn’t understand why she wanted him just as badly—not after the way he insulted and humiliated her. Sex. It had to come down to sex.


Blurb

Sylvie's more human librarian than half-blood Fae princess and she definitely prefers books to men. Then, she learns her unwanted Lykae fiancée is marrying someone else. If she doesn't stop the wedding, the Fae will resume the border war with the Werewolf nation. A high-handed Lykae security guard blocks her every move, and when her plans go awry, she's kidnapped, stripped, and bound for his pleasure.

Caleb the Cold, King of the Lykae, will do anything to make his younger brother's wedding special--even pretend he's a security guard and kidnap his brother's former fiancée. Punishing her is pure pleasure, until he realizes she's his mate. Now he needs to woo the woman he's tormented to the edge of madness, but is it too late to claim her heart, and make her his?

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Thursday, 4 August 2016

Five Facts About Dragons

Five facts about Dragons
1              The Welsh have a dragon on their flag because of Merlin and his Welsh ancestry.

2      The Chinese believe dragons are a symbol of power and good luck.

   
3              In Folklore, dragon’s blood often carries magical properties. Often dried plant resin is confused with the real thing. Crushed apothecary grade incense is sometimes used. 

     
4              Some people picture as long thin creatures. I live near Whitby, where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. They have a legend regarding the Whitby worm waking every few years and trying to bring down the cliffs to destroy the historic abbey. The last time it did any harm was in 2013 when a landslide exposed some bones in St Mary’s graveyard.


9              The first recorded fire-breathing dragon in literature is the child of the hero Beowulf and the mother of Grendel—the monster he destroyed. 50 years after his brave battles he faced his dragon son. Although he died in the attempt, his servant delivered a killer blow. 

Why my interest in dragons?
That's an easy one. 
The hero of my latest book, Dominated by the Dragon, is a former super soldier turned mercenary. He's also a dragon shifter. 

Buy links

Amazon US              http://amzn.to/2agfoFI
All Romance           http://bit.ly/29ZkMei

Blurb
A former super soldier turned dragon demon must choose between his soul mate and saving the world from a nuclear winter.
The British army’s nuclear testing bonded a dragon into Flynn Hemsworth’s soul. Military scientists vivisected and tortured him until he escaped two years later. Although he’s never aged, he’s been alone and on the run for almost six decades. When he prevents a naked woman from being the prize lot in a coven’s slave auction, he realizes she has an unexplored submissive streak.
Hope Mathews—a sassy blonde with killer keyboard skills—is a strong independent woman. When Flynn prevents her being sold to a demon, she discovers she enjoys spankings and light bondage.
Together Hope and Flynn must shut down a coven of black magicians, rescue kidnapped demons, and stop a black ops nuclear missile hitting the UK. Even if they manage all that, Hope’s the granddaughter of a billionaire while Flynn’s still on the run from the military who want to dissect him again. Can they find common ground and build a life together?
Reader Advisory: Contains explicit language, a virginal heroine who discovers she enjoys spanking and bondage. Add in some serious dragon demon loving, light the blue touch paper, stand back, and watch the sparks fly.
PUBLISHER NOTE: Paranormal BDSM Romance – 63,094 words. BDSM, Exhibitionism, Orgies and Spanking.

Sunday, 31 July 2016

A Shower of Diamonds and Some Soldiers to Guard Them

Diamonds sparkle and give pleasure, right?
Not always.
I've done loads of posts about diamonds recently, and I've learned a lot.
Diamonds play a key role in my book, Dominated by the Dragon, but once you understand my working title was Diamonds are for Dragons, that makes sense.
Even the heroine, Hope, heiress to her grandfather's diamond empire, is named after one.
 Vickie Batman let me drop by her blog to tell you more
The Hope Diamond's story starts with a theft then morphs into a man hating curse.
http://vickibatman.blogspot.co.uk/2016/07/what-is-girls-best-friend-ask-kryssie.html


When I started researching diamonds, I started with the big guns.
The lovely Crystal Benedict invited me over to talk about the Cullinan Diamond - You can check that out here
http://reviewsbycacb.blogspot.co.uk/

There's a magic to diamonds that fascinates people. It certainly did me.
The Koh-i-noor is amazing, and after a long history, it now forms part of the Brish Crown Jewels.  But goodness, does it have a tale to tell. It starts with a theft then morphs into a man hating curse.
You can learn more over on James DiBenedetto blog

 Of course, not all diamonds are used for good. Blood diamonds play a huge part in my book - only in Hope and Flynn's world, they aren't what they seem.  
Andrea Cooper let me drop by to talk about the stones darker side

Of course, whatever their origin, diamonds are precious. It's a good job my hero, Flynn Hemsworth served as a 1960's a super soldier before the army turned him into an immortal dragon shifter
Thanks to Trevann Rogers and an invite to talk about his clothes on her blog, here's what he would have worn.

http://www.trevannrogers.com/dressupdressdownwithkryssiefortune/


Flynn's story is told in my book, Dominated by the Dragon. 

A former super soldier turned dragon demon must choose between his soul mate and saving the world from a nuclear winter. 
A former super soldier turned dragon demon must choose between his soul mate and saving the world from a nuclear winter.

The British army’s nuclear testing bonded a dragon into Flynn Hemsworth’s soul. Military scientists vivisected and tortured him until he escaped two years later. Although he’s never aged, he’s been alone and on the run for almost six decades. When he prevents a naked woman from being the prize lot in a coven’s slave auction, he realizes she has an unexplored submissive streak.
Hope Mathews—a sassy blonde with killer keyboard skills—is a strong independent woman. When Flynn prevents her being sold to a demon, she discovers she enjoys spankings and light bondage.
Together Hope and Flynn must shut down a coven of black magicians, rescue kidnapped demons, and stop a black ops nuclear missile hitting the UK. Even if they manage all that, Hope’s the granddaughter of a billionaire while Flynn’s still on the run from the military who want to dissect him again. Can they find common ground and build a life together?

Reader Advisory: Contains explicit language, a virginal heroine who discovers she enjoys spanking and bondage. Add in some serious dragon demon loving, light the blue touch paper, stand back, and watch the sparks fly.

PUBLISHER NOTE: Paranormal BDSM Romance – 63,094 words. BDSM, Exhibitionism, Orgies and Spanking.


Buy links

Luminosity Publishing    http://bit.ly/2aeik1F
All Romance                   http://bit.ly/29ZkMei
Amazon.UK                    http://amzn.to/2afVkBo
Amazon US                     http://amzn.to/2ajjFpa
Amazon Australia           http://amzn.to/2avFK72

Friday, 29 July 2016

Saturday Spanks - Hope's First Spanking

From
Dominated by the Dragon.
Flynn, a dragon shifter has just save Hope from becoming the prize lot in a Slave auction, but rather than thank him, she attacks him. He retaliates with a spanking.


What is happening here? I’m squished up against his cock and moaning like a whore. “Take your hands off me.”
His palm landed on her bare buttocks, making her thrash and squeal. He increased the pressure on the small of her back, pinning her in place. “You’re going nowhere until you calm down and listen.”
Callous Bastard. How dare he! No one manhandled her like this. Hope felt his dick pulse and grow, and she … liked it. He was hung like a freaking dragon, maybe because he was one. Bill, her verbally abusive ex, could have sung castrato compared to him, but that didn’t give this monster free rein to assault her. Determined to break free, she raked her nails down his calf and tried to sink her teeth into his leg.
His hand came down on her bare behind again. “Well, little girl, I’m waiting.”
Sharp pain made her ass sting as he landed another slap on her tender butt cheeks. She yelped and thrashed against him. Despite her cheeks burning with anger, her pussy grew damper still. How embarrassing is this, and how can I be so turned on?
A former super soldier turned dragon demon must choose between his soul mate and saving the world from a nuclear winter.
The British army’s nuclear testing bonded a dragon into Flynn Hemsworth’s soul. Military scientists vivisected and tortured him until he escaped two years later. Although he’s never aged, he’s been alone and on the run for almost six decades. When he prevents a naked woman from being the prize lot in a coven’s slave auction, he realizes she has an unexplored submissive streak.
Hope Mathews—a sassy blonde with killer keyboard skills—is a strong independent woman. When Flynn prevents her being sold to a demon, she discovers she enjoys spankings and light bondage.
Together Hope and Flynn must shut down a coven of black magicians, rescue kidnapped demons, and stop a black ops nuclear missile hitting the UK. Even if they manage all that, Hope’s the granddaughter of a billionaire while Flynn’s still on the run from the military who want to dissect him again. Can they find common ground and build a life together?
Reader Advisory: Contains explicit language, a virginal heroine who discovers she enjoys spanking and bondage. Add in some serious dragon demon loving, light the blue touch paper, stand back, and watch the sparks fly.
PUBLISHER NOTE: Paranormal BDSM Romance – 63,094 words. BDSM, Exhibitionism, Orgies and Spanking.

Luminosity Publishing    http://bit.ly/2aeik1F
All Romance                   http://bit.ly/29ZkMei
Amazon.UK                    http://amzn.to/2afVkBo
Amazon US                     http://amzn.to/2ajjFpa
Amazon Australia           http://amzn.to/2avFK72





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Thursday, 28 July 2016

Dominated by the Dragon - Book Trailer #BDSM #Spanking #romance



A former super soldier turned dragon demon must choose between his soul mate and saving the world from a nuclear winter.
Reader Advisory: Contains explicit language, a virginal heroine who discovers she enjoys spanking and bondage. Add in some serious dragon demon loving, light the blue touch paper, stand back, and watch the sparks fly.