Wednesday, 18 January 2017

Why is a SEAL's Badge Sometimes Called a Budweiser? #Seal #spanking #erotic #excerpt #amreading

Everyone knows Navy SEALS are special. It’s no surprise their badge is too. The badge’s formal title is Special Warfare Insignia, but mostly it’s known as a SEALS Trident, or even better a Budweiser. Apparently the eagle looks a lot like the eagle on the famous beer bottle so the name isn’t a hint on Seals celebrating finishing the 24-week  Basic Underwater Demolition / Seal’s training—usually referred to as BUDS.
The Special Warfare insignia consists of a golden eagle clutching a U.S. Navy anchor, trident, and flintlock style pistol. 
It’s full of symbolism, but to me, the best thing is it used to come in two grades, silver for enlisted men, gold for officers.  Due to the the combined training that officers and enlisted men undergo, the silver badge was dropped. Now any would-be SEAL gets a gold badge on completion of BUDS training whatever his rank.

In my novella Sex Scandal, and the Sheriff, Sean Mathews is a former Seal turned sheriff of Westhorpe Ridge. Although it’s a stand-alone romance, it’s number two in my Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Trilogy.

Sean took a bullet in the thigh and it cost him his speed in the water. Unfortunately, when foreign agents kidnap the woman he loves, he needs all his SEAL prowess to save her. 

Jasmine Stewart (Jazz to her friends) falls for the blond stranger when he spanks and seduces her at a Washington soiree. Later, when she discovers her flatmate is trying to draw her into a spy ring, she goes to the authorities. The ensuing publicity costs her her job, her security, and her future. Starting over in Westhorpe Ridge is her only option.

Sean Mathews, former SEAL and Westhorpe Ridge’s sheriff, can’t forget the woman he spanked when he visited Washington, but he thinks she’s a spy. When she turns up in Westhorpe Ridge, he tries everything to make her leave town. Despite their misunderstandings, though, they can’t keep their hands off each other.

As Year’s Eve looms, the spy ring resurfaces. Jazz will need all of Sean’s SEAL prowess to survive. But because his wounded leg cost him his speed in the water, will it be enough?

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ADULT Excerpt
Jasmine Stewart, Jazz to her friends, stood back and watched couples pair off. The room with its crystal chandelier and beautifully laid-out buffet was everything she’d expect from a high-class Washington soiree, not that she’d ever attended one before. The ladies in their long evening dresses and slightly overdone makeup looked like they’d stepped off a film set. Maybe it was the fancy up-do the hairdresser had twisted her hair into, but Jazz’s head hurt. The men, supposedly the capital city’s movers and shakers, stalked the room like sexual predators.
That last glass of champagne had been so bitter she couldn’t finish it, but it had set her libido blazing. Not usually jealous, she wanted to thrust the women aside and fight for her man. Any man would do. This sexual hunger wasn’t her, but right now she craved a hard, masculine body to grind her pussy against as she stripped off his clothes. Once she’d freed his cock, he’d pump it inside her until she came so many times she begged him to stop. If the musky smell of sex percolating through the room meant anything, the women here had gone into collective heat. Jazz’s breasts ached, and her pussy dampened with need. If she didn’t come soon, she’d explode.
Earlier, she’d hated the way the men leched over the female guests—all knowing smiles and smutty asides. Jazz’s roommate had taken her for a free manicure and had a hairdresser style her hair. “Perks of my job in the fashion industry,” Natasha had told her.
Then, Natasha had tossed Jazz a designer dress, told her to put it on, and dragged her to the sort of evening Jazz had only ever seen in the movies. Now she stood in the corner, fascinated by the sexual preferences of the rich and famous. She even recognized some of the guests from the newspapers. She stood, her back against the wall, and wondered what a schoolteacher like her was doing there. If she hadn’t promised Natasha she wouldn’t leave without her, Jazz would have hit the road an hour ago. They’d booked a taxi for midnight, so she couldn’t leave Asshole Central until then.
Now she craved a man’s hands on her body and his cock in her mouth. Multiple partners sounded amazing as did being tied down and spanked. Rough sex would make her night. She needed to be stroked, caressed, and screwed, not necessarily in that order.
She wished she’d paired up when the men were sniffing around women like dogs looking for the biggest bone, but the monkey-suited guys who thought they were God’s gift to women had made her flesh crawl. Well, the blond had been okay. The worst had been the dark-haired one who’d run one hand along her arm and the other over his crotch. In return, she’d rammed her three-inch heel into his foot. Pierced it, she hoped.
He’d sworn, raised his fist, and hopped around like a drunken kangaroo while she’d skedaddled across the room, but his glare had promised retribution. The encounter had left her shaken and distressed, eager to go home. No way would she lower her standards and make out with a creep like him. The blond she’d seen earlier, though, him she’d happily strip off for and screw, but he’d probably found another woman by now. If she hadn’t been so picky, he could be fucking her now. Regret made her frown.
In her imagination, a sexy stranger pulled her into a private room, tugged off her panties, and spanked her until she begged them to stop. Afterward, he’d fuck her hard. This cat-in-heat thing wasn’t her usual modus operandi, but the need boiling through her blood pushed her common sense aside.
If she hadn’t been such a prude earlier, she could be spreading her legs and begging some man to use her body any way he wanted. Sharing her secret desires with a stranger didn’t usually figure on her to-do list, but tonight she’d do almost anything for sex.
Every night as she rubbed her clit until she drifted off to sleep, she conjured up images of her dream lover. She’d never pictured his face, but he’d be well over six feet tall, blond-haired, and his chest would be so broad she could lose herself when she leaned against it. His abs would be defined, more an eight pack than a six, and his cock would be thick, broad, and lickably solid. She imagined a faceless man putting her over his knee and spanking her bare butt. Afterward, he’d hold her close and cuddle her as though she rocked his world. In her dreams, when he sank his cock into her, they shared a passion so intense it felt like a sensual earthquake.
Nearby, a woman Jazz didn’t know pulled off her panties and twirled them around on her finger. Her partner laughed and lifted up her dress so he could stare at her exposed pussy. Even as Jazz lurked in the shadows, she saw the woman’s juices gleaming on her clit. God, Jazz wanted to be as bold as that woman, but despite the unbridled need flowing through her body, she lacked the courage to do anything so desperate or so sexy.

Saturday, 14 January 2017

Romance Lives Forever - Meet Jazz: Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff - @kayelleallen .

Romance Lives Forever

For anyone who doesn't know,the amazing Kayelle Allen  - a best selling author in her own right, runs a blog that helps promote her fellow authors.
Today, she let me drop by with Jazz, the heroine of Sex, Scandal and Sheriff.
Want to know how Jazz became rich and independent despite growing up in a broken foster care system?
Why not drop by and what Jazz has to say?

Romance Lives Forever: Meet Jazz: Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff @KryssieF...: Welcome Jazz Stewart from Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff, a new contemporary erotic suspense. About Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff Titl...

Wednesday, 4 January 2017

Who would you like to be shipwrecked with? Check out my choices here.@JenniferDenys

The amazing Jennifer Davis interviewed me for her blogspot

Check out the full interview here

Thanks for having me, Jen. I’ve always had an overactive imagination. I was the kid who sat her dolls around a tea set for a picnic and told long involved stories. They probably made no sense, but at least I got to eat the sweeties from their tiny cups and saucers. A few years later, I had an imaginary dragon for a best friend. I loved the library, especially the books about Roman and Greek Gods. With hindsight, it’s no surprise that my first published books were paranormal romances. While I still love the paranormal genre, Loose Id’s request for three linked holiday stories took me into the world of contemporary former military heroes and the women who steal their hearts...

My shipwreck companions appear a little later in the interview. I bet they're not who you think.

Tuesday, 3 January 2017

7 Sexy Sentences - #BDSM #spanking #MFRWhooks

Extract from Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine

The low moans of a woman bent over a spanking bench sounded bittersweet to Abigail’s ears. Knowing she’d never visit the club again added an extra swagger to her step. Not coming back for her monthly spanking would be…difficult. In the real world, she exuded confidence, carefully hiding the scared little girl inside her that even her family had disapproved of.

Damn it, she needed that spanking. It reminded her of how much she’d moved on and let her cope with the doubts that always chipped away at her confidence. The mind-blowing orgasms that followed were an added bonus.


Abigail Montgomery, a small-town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, dreams of the Dickensian Christmas her family never enjoyed. Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.

Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom, needs $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution--to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle.

Soon, Abigail dreams of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared walk away and break her heart?

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Diamond in the Rough: The Red Petticoat Saloon Series By Abbie Adams and Maggie Ryan

Diamond hadn’t wagered her heart, but she may very well have lost it to the marshal already.

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Marshal Tripp Houston makes his own luck and doesn’t believe in chance—until Lady Luck smiles up at him with her cat-like green eyes. If it’s the last thing he does, Tripp is dead set on bringing down the vile Shotgun Slick Gang. It’s been said that the outlaws have a woman traveling with them. Tripp is almost certain that woman is Diamond, especially with her sneaking around and asking lots of questions. But, if he’s wrong, and she is the innocent she proclaims, then once every last slimy one of the gang are swinging from a tree, he plans to hand in his tin star and settle down with the little card-dealing gem who ran away with not only his horse, but his heart as well. After all, he knows just how to tame a feisty gem.

Diamond won’t take no for an answer, especially when it comes to those bossy men of Culpepper Cove standing in the way of finding her sister Damaris—not even when it means she will end up with a hot, achy backside over the knee of one very stubborn lawman. The trail she’d been following for months led her to Culpepper Cove and The Red Petticoat Saloon where she entertains the men while dealing blackjack and sifting through their conversations for information that will help her find Damaris—but she doesn’t go upstairs. That is until the night she makes a silly bet, (it had worked for Jewel, hadn’t it?) and ends up falling for the man who tried her patience at every turn. Will the bet cost more than her virginity? She hadn’t wagered her heart, but she may very well have lost it to him already.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and explicit sexual scenes including anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

About The Red Petticoat series:

The Red Petticoat Saloon series is a collection of books written by #1 and USA Today bestselling authors. Each book tells the unique story of a different woman, 'a gem', who comes to the saloon to find a safe haven and discovers they become part of a family. Recurring characters appear in each book to allow readers a continuity as they learn about the women who have learned to bend but have not broken under the harshness that life has to offer. It is a series where strong, loving men find not only entertainment at the saloon but the special women who reside under its roof.

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Dear Readers,

Wow! Hasn’t this been exciting? I don’t know about you but I’ve always been a fan of old westerns and more than half in love with dusty old cowboys—and the sterner, the better. John Wayne definitely fueled many of my girlhood daydreams, alongside Sam Elliot and Clint Eastwood. Now, we have Gabe, John, Jeb, Bo and the rest of those dominant men of Culpepper Cove. I hope you’ll find Tripp and Diamond’s story to be fuel for some of your own daydreams.

It didn’t take long for Diamond to start telling me her story. When I heard about The Red Petticoat Saloon Series, I wasn’t sure that I could participate, but Diamond is a woman who won’t be ignored. She demanded her place in the series and she got it. Although, I have to say a big, giant thank you to Maggie Ryan, my co-author.

Sometimes, no matter how vividly the characters talk to you, life happens and you just don’t get a chance to tell their stories. This was the case with my story, Diamond in the Rough. If, not for Maggie, Tripp and Diamond would still be buried on my hard drive with a slew of other unfinished works.

Thank you, Maggie. As always, you make me look good—and I hope you already know I’d be lost without you. Thank you for helping bring these amazing characters to life.

And to our readers, I hope you will fall in love with Culpepper Cover and the Red Petticoat Saloon family.

Abbie Adams


As soon as Gabe was gone she let loose of the stranger. "Marshal is it? Why didn't you tell me you were the law instead of scaring me half to death? What is your game, Mister—what do you want with me?" Despite the anger she felt toward the man, when she looked into his eyes again and he spoke, heat pooled low in her tummy.
"No game. Like I said, I just want to keep you out of the hands of some outlaw, with vile intentions. But, honey, if you want to play games, I'd be delighted. I'll even let you choose—but be warned, I never lose." He tugged on one of her curls again.
She shoved his hand away and then stepped aside when she realized she had the space to do so. Before she stomped back into the saloon, she leveled on him. "Well, that makes two of us, Marshal. But there are some things you should keep in mind. First, here, the house takes all ties.  And second, the play doesn't happen until you take your seat at the table; anything else is just talk. Many men can talk a good talk, but that's it." She spun on her heel to leave him, but he caught her arm and turned her back to face him.
"I'll be seated at your table tomorrow night, ladybug, but I'll be interested to see if you are able to do any sitting." He let her go with a cocky wink and a husky chuckle.

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