xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune: August 2017

Thursday, 31 August 2017

How to Escape a Rip Tide #beach #amreading #romance

Who doesn't love a beach?
I love to watch youngsters build sandcastles or jump in and out of the waves.

What if the ocean has hidden currents. Strong ones that pull you out to sea?
Me? I'd panic. Then hopefully, I'd remember this trick.

First, if you are a poor swimmer, shout for help.
Next, don't fight against the current, rather swim diagonally through it always heading for dry land. 
Eventually, you will exit the current and be able to swim to the shore. 

I researched rip tides for my Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge series. My fictional town on the North Carolina coast has a notorious riptide. Adam, the hero of Desire, Deceit and Doctor  pulls a young boy from one at the start of the book. 
Sadly, he suffers for it. Read on to find out how.


Mandy Devlin heard Duffy, the black border collie they were minding for the sheriff, barking somewhere outside. As she peered through the hotel window, her son’s frightened yell rang out. “Mom! Help! Get him off me! Put me down, you creep.”

Heart racing, she snatched up an empty beer bottle from behind the lunchroom counter as she pelted through the hotel. When she shot out the front door, she saw a huge man standing by a SUV. He held Ben aloft and snarled something Mandy couldn’t hear. Both looked like they’d taken an impromptu swim. Their hair plastered their scalps. Their soaked clothes clung to their bodies. Neither wore shoes. The stranger had his back to her, but a pool of water had already formed around his feet. Over his shoulder, she saw Ben’s pale face and wide, terrified eyes.

Panicked, breathing hard and fast, Mandy raced across the hotel’s parking lot. “Let my son go. Now.”
The big guy holding her son ignored her and growled at Ben. “Be quiet and behave.”

He sounded fierce and raspy, as if he had a something stuck in his throat. Furious, scared, and determined to free her son, Mandy brought the bottle down on the stranger’s head. It smashed into a satisfying shower of broken glass. The stranger released Ben, staggered slightly, and crumpled face down at her feet.

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Twelve years ago, Mandy Devlin moved away from her friends and family--under threat. If she returned in the next ten years or told anyone who fathered her baby, her boyfriend’s great-aunt would bankrupt her family. She’s a single mom who dreams of her lost love and a good spanking. When she’s finally free to return to Westhorpe Ridge, the last person she expects to see is Adam--the man she loved and lost so long ago.

Dr. Adam Montgomery doesn’t know he has a son. Thanks to his great-aunt’s will, he has nine months to find a bride or he loses Montgomery Hall and the fifteen million dollars she left him. Although he seduces Mandy on his first night home, he still believes she betrayed him twelve years ago. No way would he marry a woman like her.

As Valentine’s Day looms, someone tries to kill Mandy. Is Adam trying to get rid of her? Or can Mandy trust him to protect them?

Monday, 28 August 2017

Little Brides by Allison West #interview #excerpt #little

Eager young Clara is looking forward to her arranged marriage. She has been waiting all her life for the day when she will meet her husband. Her father has spent many months searching for the man worthy of his daughter’s hand.
Clara learns that her future husband, Francis, requires the young woman to undergo a medical examination to ensure that she has remained pure and that she is as intact as her reputation. Clara has never felt more disgraced as she is forced to bare all of herself to the doctor, where she undergoes far more than she ever anticipated. Silently, she swears to herself that she will move past the humiliation and never speak of what happened with the physician.
When Francis pays a visit to Clara’s father to propose additional terms to the marriage, wanting to bring along one of her maids so he will have a nanny in the house for Clara, the young bride-to-be is shocked to realize that he was the man giving her an examination. Was he really a doctor, or was he playing the part to ruin her reputation?
Little Brides is the second book in the Victorian Chronicles. It can be read as a stand-alone story but it does follow the first book in the series: A Proper Punishment.

A Proper Punishment
Victorian Chronicles Book One
By Allison West

She’s stolen gold… will she steal his heart? Lena Mae has been turning down the advances of men and potential suitors for marriage. She has not met a man worthy of her attention or her hand. Looking for adventure and learning of the route between England and Paris where gold is hauled and transported, Lena is determined to steal enough gold bars to live alone and never need to consider the advances of another man.
William Mason is responsible for guarding the train and the gold bars buried inside the safes. He has always been a man of the law. When he discovers that the safe transporting the gold has been broken in to and there are thieves on the train, he enlists the help of the young Lena Mae, who has caught his attention. Traveling alone with a story to tell, she appears to be the most honest person and the one least likely to be involved, given her dainty size.
His assumptions are wrong. Learning of her betrayal, he must decide how to enforce his rule and whether she should be disciplined – or arrested and handed over to the authorities for her crimes.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains elements of age-play, power exchange, discipline, anal play, and graphic sexual content. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
Available for $2.99


“Are you excited for the wedding?” her mother asked, watching her daughter as she ate. 
Clara nodded and took a bite of her roll, pleased that the conversation was upbeat and not dampening her mood. She had not been thrilled to be forced to meet with the doctor and had been nervous that her family might discover what had occurred while she was under his care. 
“I am, Mother,” Clara said. “I wish I could meet my suitor before the wedding, but I know you have told me that it is not possible.” She had begged her mother to let her pay him a visit, even if it was in secret. She knew nothing of him, not even a hint of his profession so that she might see him at work. 
“I assure you Mr. Francis is a good man,” her father said. His voice insistent that they drop this very subject. “You do not need to worry about your marriage or the family you will be marrying into. He will be able to take care of you, Clara. That is what every woman dreams of.” 
Clara sighed and placed her half-eaten bread on the plate. She reached for her water, having a sip, wishing it were wine. Her parents had given her a taste every so often, but had assured her that it was only given on special occasions and that too much would ruin her reputation and her chance at marrying a proper young man. 
“I do not worry about his finances, Father, only his heart. Will he love me?” She had not spoken her concerns quite so freely before. She had gone along with their plans to choose a husband for her and marry him just after her twenty-first birthday. They had insisted on giving her a proper education and waiting to offer her hand. 
“I am sure with time that he will grow to love you, Clara.” Her father smiled politely and excused himself from the table, his meal finished. 
Clara had only just begun eating, taking her time as she nibbled at her food and picked at her bread. She was hungry but distracted. She wanted to know that her husband would love her and take care of her. The doctor had been kind and though she had not known him very well, he had paid her far more attention than any other man she had met before. Would her husband be interested in her body as the doctor had been? She knew that she would have to consummate the marriage, that was not the act in question, only she wished to know whether he would love her in doing so, touching and pleasing her. 

DISCLAIMER: This book contains elements of age-play, power exchange, discipline, anal play, and graphic sexual content. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Author Interview

Is this your first series?
Writing as Allison West, this is the first series that I’ve done. However, I’ve written a young adult series that was three books.

How many books will be in the Victorian Chronicles series?
Right now there are only two books. I hope to write more, but I haven’t planned anything further.

Favorite book?
I absolutely loved The Fault in Our Stars by John Green.

Favorite TV shows?
The 100, 13 Reasons Why, The Handmaid’s Tale

What makes a good story?
Characters with a solid backstory, a believable world –whether it’s historical, fantasy, science fiction or contemporary it has to be based on enough truth to seem real, a strong story arc, and a romance that is believable. I enjoy reading romances that aren’t just throw the characters together and let them make out. Obstacles and flawed characters are more genuine and real, they’re like us.

Tell us a crazy story about your life.
I recently got married and the week of the wedding, my fiancĂ© was hospitalized in isolation for C-Diff. We weren’t sure the wedding would happen. When it came down to the wedding day, everything was beautiful, the ceremony was amazing, but at the reception – I was sick. We spent our wedding night in the ER and missed our first dance and reception. Talk about a crazy night.

What is your favorite genre?
I really love dystopian stories. The better the world building, the more compelled I am to read it.
Tell us about your most adventurous experience.
About 10 years ago I traveled to Australia by myself to meet a friend that I knew online. We both loved to write and were obsessed over a television show, so I took the trip to meet her. Turned out to be an amazing time and we became even better best friends. Just last year I traveled back to Australia to attend her wedding!

About the Author

Allison West is a #1 International Best-Selling Author in Erotica, BDSM, Romantic Erotica, Sci-Fi, Victorian, and Historical Erotica. She also writes young adult novels under the name Ruth Silver.

Allison West has been inventing worlds and writing stories for years. Her favorite novels are those that leave a lasting impression, long after the final page is read. She loves writing naughty novels with characters that you can connect with. You can find more about Allison on Facebook and Twitter.

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Thursday, 24 August 2017

How to Rescue a Heroine #SEAL #Spanking #military #Romance

What do you do when foreign nationals kidnap the woman you love. 
Rescuer her of course
That's what Sheriff Sean Mathews, former SEAL did when spies kidnapped Jazz.  

Enjoy this short excerpt from Sex, Scandal and the Sheriff

 Sean felt sick. He didn’t want to abuse Jazz, but he needed to stay in his character and pretend he enjoyed it. He forced a grin and dragged Jazz over his knee. The other men moved closer, eager to watch him chastise their captive.
She wriggled and squirmed as though his lap was red hot. Sean brought his hand down hard on her ass, spreading the pain as he spanked her ten times. Bound, gagged, and almost naked, she withed against him. Normally, if she ran her cunt over his cock, he’d get the boner from hell. This time, he just wanted this over and done. Finally, spanking complete, he shoved her off his knee like a bundle of rags. She glowered up at him from the floor. “We’ll play again later, sweetheart.”
He hated how tears filled her eyes, but if he’d gone easy on her, her captors would have suspected his motives. Forcing her to bend to his will sucked. His woman deserved love and respect, not humiliation and a public spanking. When he finally manhandled her out of the cabin and onto the deck, she shivered as the wind whipped her honey-blonde hair about her shoulders.
She lifted her head, standing tall despite the way the midwinter air brought goose bumps out on her bare flesh. Still struggling, she dragged her feet as he bundled her toward the boat’s prow and shoved her against the railing. Once out of sight of the cabin where her captors lounged, he pulled the knife from his boot. “Don’t move, and don’t make a sound.”
He sliced through the gag and the rope binding her hands. Her chin lifted, and she gave him an appraising look. Locking his arms around her, he pinned her to his chest as he swung open a gate in the railings. Before she realized what he intended, he jumped.

They plunged feet first into the water. It felt like they dived into ice. Jazz floundered, her expression panicked as she struggled to stay afloat. Treading water, he moved behind her and threaded his arms under her. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Lay back and let me support you. Jared’s waiting in a boat just around the headland.”


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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Tuesday, 22 August 2017

How to catch a husband. #mfrwhooks #BSDM #military #romance

Book Hooks time again. Please click the link at the foot of the post and check out what my friends are sharing 
This week, I'm sharing a teaser from my book Marriage, Mobsters and the Marine. 
To inherit four million dollars, Abigail needs a husband. Since she doesn't have a boyfriend, she finds a novel solution. 
She advertises for a husband.
Here's her first meeting with Jared.

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Blushing, she sucked on her lower lip. “This is awkward. Can I ask you some questions?”
He nodded. “I don’t guarantee answering them, but ask away.”
God, he wished she’d get on with it, but she studied the unopened menu as though her life depended on it. Finally, she lifted her head. “Are you married?”
His eyes narrowed. “Your advert said no ties. I’m single, HIV free, and I don’t screw anyone for cash.”
She choked on her drink, coughing and splattering water over the table. Jared watched and waited, unwilling to make it easier for her when she was the one who placed the advert.
Across the table from him, Abigail curled her hands into fists and laid them on her lap. Her smile faded and her voice trembled. “Will you marry me?”
“Are you pregnant?” he shot back.
Her cheeks turned scarlet. “No. In fact, I came on my period two days ago. But I do need a husband. I know I’m not what you imagined in a wife, but I’m willing to pay a $75,000 advance as well as house, feed, and clothe you for two years. After that, I’ll pay you another $150,000 when we divorce.”
He stared at her intently, trying to decide if she needed therapy—or perhaps a few weeks in the local insane asylum. “You’re serious?”
She took a sip of mineral water. “I am.”
His eyes narrowed, and his forehead furrowed in anger. “I’ll feed and clothe myself. Can I still put time in with my business, or should I get a job local to where you live?”
When she finally smiled, it felt as though the sun had come out on a cloudy day.

Putting her glass on the table, she took looked anywhere but at him. “I’m glad you want to do so. In fact, it’s one of the reasons I chose you. You have values and goals. All I have is an insane great-aunt, or I did until recently.”

Monday, 21 August 2017

Her Dark Viking - by Ashe Barker - Abducted. Humbled. Claimed - #dominance #spanking #Vikingromance

He saw her. He wanted her. So he returned to take her

I'm delighted to welcome by good friend Ashe Barker to my blog today. Her best selling Viking Romances are a treat not to be missed.

Blog post Introduction

I have always been fascinated by Vikings. Strong, sexy warriors, ruthless, dominant and determined – what’s not to like? It was only a matter of time before I wove a story around these fierce raiders who rampaged through Scotland and England for over three centuries, eventually settling and leaving their indelible mark on our history.

A Viking raid was indeed a ferocious affair. They relied on what would nowadays probably be termed ‘shock and awe’ swooping in from the sea on their fast dragon ships to attack with vicious and deadly effect. The Nordic raiders would be gone almost as swiftly as they arrived, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The modern equivalent would be a helicopter attack on a sleepy rural village by SWAT teams armed with automatic weapons– the local people would hardly know what hit them.

I have employed a certain amount of poetic license, but in writing this series of stories I have been determined to recreate the Viking era to the best of my ability – their homes, their clothing, what they ate, how they lived. I hope readers will be as entranced as I am by these creative and charismatic raiders, and perhaps forgive them their more outrageous little foibles.

  • Will she submit to the dark Viking with the scarred face who has abducted her and enslaved her people?


After she is captured by Viking raiders, twenty-five-year-old Mairead is left with no choice but to depend on Gunnar Freysson, the battle-hardened leader of the Norsemen, to protect her and her young children. Though he makes it clear that she is his property to do with as he pleases, Gunnar shows remarkable concern for Mairead’s wellbeing, and when she risks her life in a dangerous attempt at escape he does not hesitate to strip her bare and spank her soundly.

The strict punishment leaves Mairead thoroughly ashamed yet helplessly aroused, and when Gunnar takes her in his arms and claims her properly she cannot deny her body’s response to his dominant lovemaking. As the days pass, Mairead realizes that Gunnar cares for her deeply, and despite her situation she finds herself falling in love with the stern, handsome warrior. But can she truly give her heart to the man who took her from her home?

Publisher’s Note: Her Dark Viking is a stand-alone sequel to Her Rogue Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author Interview

  1. So, tell us a bit more about Gunnar. His appearance is fearsome, but is he a softie at heart?
I wouldn’t exactly call Gunnar soft, but he picks his battles and he is gentle with those weaker than himself. He is fascinated by Mairead from the moment he sets eyes on her but she doesn’t know that so she has every reason to fear him when he carries her off as a slave.

  1. How many books have you written? Are they all historical or spanking fiction?
I have over forty titles out now, and they are all erotic stories. About a dozen of them are historical novels. Some have more of a BDSM vibe going on and some are spanking/domestic discipline. At first I wrote just contemporary stories, then I started adding a few historicals and sci-fis. I love the variety.

  1. Why do you enjoy writing historical fiction?
History was my favourite lesson at school, though some periods are more fascinating to me than others. I always preferred the medieval or even earlier times, though the Victorians were an interesting bunch too. But the Viking era is my current favourite and Her Dark Viking is the second in a series the three linked novels set among these Nordic warriors and the sassy Celts who bring them to their knees.

In many ways life was simpler in the past, if a lot more brutal, and of course some of the moral issues we would have to deal with in a contemporary setting don’t apply. Inequality was the norm. Women were expected to obey – or else. A spanking author can have a field day.

  1. Do you see writing as a career?
Yes. I try to be fairly ordered about it. I like to be at my desk (well, more accurately the kitchen table) laptop fired up and coffee to hand, by nine in the morning and I tend to write for most of the day then. There are also a lot of related tasks to keep on top of, mainly to do with promo or research, or keeping in touch with readers and other authors. It’s definitely a full-time job for me.

4. Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?
I think it was always there, though I only started writing properly about three years ago. I have always tended to plot stories in my head though, often when sitting in traffic jams on my daily commute. I now work at home so all that time spent inhaling exhaust fumes is finally paying off.

5. If you were to write a book about yourself, what would you name it?
I think at some level or other they are all a little bit about me. I could never write a book about a heroine I didn’t actually like or identify with in some way. Or a hero I couldn’t relate to and wouldn’t want to meet. Maybe I’d call my autobiography Made a Difference, because I hope that would be true. Perhaps that should be on my gravestone rather than a book cover, come the day.


Would a spanking hurt as much as his belt had? Did he perhaps intend to use his belt again? He had not said, she simply assumed he would--
"Lie across my lap and lift up your sark."
He interrupted her musings with his curt instruction. Gunnar had seated himself on the edge of the bed, where just a few moments ago Donald had sat. The Viking regarded her over his shoulder, his eyes as dark as she had ever seen them and his expression stern.
She had questions, her head brimmed with them, but she supposed all would be answered soon enough. He kept his belt on, which was a relief she supposed. Mairead slipped from the bed and came around to stand before him.
"Shall I take this off?" She plucked at the fabric at the front of her undershirt.
"No. I want you to get in position then raise the sark for me. You will get yourself ready, bare your bottom for me to spank."
Oh, sweet Jesu. Something coiled and tingled between her legs, and she sensed a fluttering within which she could not quite name but she knew her most private places were dampening at his words. It would have been difficult to remove her clothing for him, but she had done it once and could manage again. This different approach of his was more intense, more humiliating. She was to aid in her own punishment by arranging herself just so.
"Mairead, do not keep me waiting."
"No, Jarl." She almost flung herself across his thighs, her head dangling down by his boot and her hair sweeping the floor. She dreaded what she must do next but wanted to get it over with so she reached back to grab the hem of her linen shirt and hastily pulled it up to her waist, then tucked the bulk of the material under her stomach to ensure it remained in place. She was horribly embarrassed, prayed that no one would see fit to open the curtain and see her thus. Had Aigneis managed to get Donald out of the longhouse in time?
"What are you thinking?" His tone was soft, and she took courage from that.
"I am afraid someone will hear, or come in."
"They might, but there is nothing you can do about any of that now. None of what is to happen to you is under your control so you might as well let it go. Relax, if you can, and surrender."
"I do not mean to fight you, Jarl. Or to struggle."
"I know that." He laid one warm, solid palm on her bottom and rubbed a large circle around her left cheek. "I was thinking more of what is happening in your head. You need only to feel this, not think overmuch about it."
"I... I will try, Jarl." Her voice fell to a breathy whisper. Her bottom was still tender from yesterday and as he pressed her delicate skin those sensations returned. How much more punishment could she take?
"You know why this is happening." It was a statement, not a question.
"I disobeyed you."
"Yes, though I now rather think you misunderstood my instruction rather than deliberately disobeyed. You should have checked, asked me to clarify."
"I will, Jarl. Next time."
"I shall make sure of it. So, are you ready?"
"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, I am ready."
The first volley of spanks were light, teasing almost. Gunnar rained slaps down on both her buttocks, covering the sensitive globes and causing her to clench and writhe on his lap, but not to cry out. It was painful, but not overly so and there was pleasure in it too, especially when he paused to caress her smarting skin. Now she moaned, but in startled delight rather than pain.
"You like that?"
She nodded, but then realised he may not have seen her. "Yes, Jarl."
"Will you spread your legs for me?"
"Of course." On one level, she had no choice, he would make her do as he wanted though he did phrase the command most politely. But on another this was exactly what she desired, what she had hoped for. Punishment, submission, sensuality – these were a heady mix and she no longer knew quite how to separate them, or even if she wished to. So she parted her thighs and lay still.
"So pretty, and so wet." He slid his hand between her thighs and stroked her soaking folds. Mairead tensed under the sudden wave of lust which seemed to engulf her. "Did I hurt you?" His voice was soft now, and achingly seductive.
"No, it was ... more pleasant than I remembered."
"I see. And this?" Now he toyed with the pleasure nub he had awakened yesterday. Mairead stuffed her fist in her mouth in an attempt not to squeal out loud.
"Answer me. Is this nice."
Her muffled response clearly did not suffice. He dropped two hard slaps, one on each buttock. "I expect you to talk to me, to answer if I ask you a question. If you do not understand what I want of you, you may tell me that since I know our tongue is still new to you."
"It is very nice, Jarl." She blurted the reply out fast, fearing another onslaught of slaps and craving them at the same time.
"And this?" Now he circled her entrance with his finger tip.
"That too, Jarl. It feels so good..."
"This?" His finger entered her, just to the first knuckle she thought. "Any pain?"
"No, it feels wonderful. Perhaps you might... I mean, maybe a little more?"
"Can I trust you to tell me if I hurt you?"
"You have hurt me. You are spanking me, Jarl. It is meant to hurt, is it not?"
"The spanking, yes. Not this." He swirled his finger between the swollen, sensitive lips. "You only gave birth a month ago."
"I am healed, truly I am. The birth was easy, and... oh! Ooooh." She let out a sob as he slid his whole finger into her.
"Tell me, Mairead. Is this painful?"
"No. No, it is ... wonderful. Please do not stop."
"Greedy wench. You will take your spanking; then, if I am satisfied you have learnt better manners, I will give you what you desire."

More about Ashe Barker

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.
Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the BrontĂ« moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel.  
At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.
Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.
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