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

Tuesday 31 October 2017

Mandy Loses Everything #MFRWhooks


It's time to visit MFRW Bookhooks again. Each week romance authors get together and post teasers from their booksPlease enjoy mine and click on the links to my fellow authors posts



My snippet is from Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor.

Parking behind the hall, Adam hunted through the glove box for the keys. “I haven’t been back since high school. I knew this girl, you see, with emerald eyes and hair that blazed like a bonfire. I loved her so much it scared me, so I stayed away.” His voice dropped so low Mandy struggled to hear. “I still love you, but I messed up big time. I’d give anything for a chance to win you back.”
Mandy couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, so she stood in the cold night air and stared at the stars. Dare I believe him? Finally she managed to whisper, “Maybe, but while I trust you with my life, I’m not sure I trust you with my emotions.”
He grimaced as if her words cut into his soul, but too much had happened for her to walk straight back into his arms. He dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Give it time.”
Once inside the stone porch, he fumbled for the right key. A brilliant light made him look over his shoulder. A second or two later an explosion sounded, so loud it made the hall’s windows rattle. Silence fell, then the opposite cliff lit up in a sheet of flame.
Adam crowded Mandy and Ben against the porch’s stone walls. Looking over his shoulder, he grimaced. The funeral pyre of Devlin’s Hotel lit on the opposite cliff like a beacon. Adam gave them a sheepish grin. “Sorry. The noise carried me back to the field hospital where I patched up the wounded. Sometimes we came under attack. God, Mandy, this doesn’t look good.”

She peered around him, staring at the tower of flame destroying her home. Devlin’s Hotel looked like a medieval ruin silhouetted by the flames. As she watched, the walls collapsed, and the crash of the roof falling in echoed around the bay. Even from this distance, she heard the rocks shaken loose by the explosion tumble into the sea. Too stunned to speak, she trembled as her home, her livelihood, and her future burned.

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   Blurb

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 30 October 2017

Claimed By the Captain by @Grace Malling. #witchfinder #spanking #romance





Blurb
When Captain Thomas Edwards returns home after twenty years at sea to take ownership of the White Hart Inn following the death of his father, he has not even reached the edge of the village before he comes across a miscreant stealing apples from a local farmer’s orchard. Upon discovering that the thief is a young woman named Ellen who has been employed in his father’s inn for years, he considers it his responsibility to bare her bottom and spank her soundly.

In addition to working as a servant at the White Hart, Ellen has become known for her skill as an herbalist, and the last thing she needs is a stern sea captain getting in the way of her curing the ailments of her fellow villagers with a potion or tonic when the need arises. But despite her shock at being punished in such a shameful manner for nothing more than stealing a few apples, to Ellen’s surprise the painful chastisement leaves her aching for Thomas to take her in his arms and make her his.
Despite his willingness to spank her bare bottom whenever he feels it necessary, Ellen finds herself falling deeper in love with Thomas with every passing day. But when plague strikes the village and a witch finder is summoned, Thomas forbids Ellen from using her herbs to aid her friends and neighbors. As the situation grows more desperate, will she disobey him and put her skills to use even if it means risking her life, and can he keep her safe if she does?

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Excerpt:

He hadn’t expected her to give in easily and so he wasn’t surprised when she attempted to dart past him and get to the door.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” he said, catching her around the waist with one arm. She let out an incoherent cry of outrage and tried in vain to wrench herself free. Thomas could feel her heart pounding against his arm.
Let me go!
“Calm yourself, Ellen!” he scolded, as he pulled her toward the wooden table in the middle of the room. “Anyone would think you had never been thrashed before.”
I have not!
Thomas could scarcely believe her. It seemed incredible that she could have reached adulthood without being chastised at least once. “Well, if that is true, I will soon remedy the situation.”
“You… will… not…” she ground out, still struggling against him with all her might.
“I will,” he said, holding her down over the table and pulling up the back of her dress. “I am your master and it is my duty.”
Ellen wriggled and kicked her legs but Thomas held her fast, unfastening her drawers with one hand and then doing his utmost not to stare at her beautiful bottom as the white fabric fell away. She gasped and froze under his arm. He could only assume it was the shame of being exposed in this way.
“How many apples did you steal, Ellen?” Thomas arranged himself into the right position, still holding Ellen in place.
“I… I…”
He tapped the belt lightly against her bottom and she flinched. “Shall we say a dozen?”
“Please…” All of her bravado seemed to have abandoned her.
“A dozen it is.”
Thomas drew back the belt and steadied himself. He had an urge to go easy on her, to be merciful—if this was indeed her first time, it would be a great shock.
But no. This was a punishment. It was his duty to keep her safe and he couldn’t fail her now.
Thomas pressed his lips together and then brought the belt down hard across her bare bottom.

Bio:

Gracie Malling lives in the UK and has been writing BDSM erotica since she was 21. All round nice person on the outside and a bit of a bad girl in secret, Gracie loves reading and writing stories about spanking: her favourite kink.

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Questions


So first, of course, the obvious question. How did you become a writer?

I’ve been obsessed with writing stories for pretty much as long as I’ve been reading them: so since the age of about five at least! I must have started thousands of stories between then and my mid-twenties but I never finished anything: I just didn’t seem to have the stamina. This was constantly frustrating – because I love writing so much – so for my 26th birthday, I bit the bullet and bought myself a place on a creative writing course… and I haven’t looked back since!

Are you like any of your heroines?
If I had to choose, I’d say I was probably most like Jo (from Troublemaker). A bit cheeky, occasionally sulky, and completely in love with being spanked!


What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

I love going for long walks with our awesome dog, watching all the films and reading all the books, having millions of cuddles with the people I love, pursuing increasingly ridiculous hobbies (including Scottish Country Dancing and pirate re-enactment), practising yoga, playing the piano and going out for cocktails with my friends.

If you were attending a Halloween party, what would your costume be and why?

I quite like the idea of getting together with a bunch of friends and dressing in those red dresses and white hats from The Handmaid’s Tale… non-traditional, I guess, but definitely terrifying!

What's your favorite dish to cook?
It’s not really a dish, but I love to bake focaccia bread! It’s so lovely and salty and oily and it smells so gooooood…

Have you ever jumped out of a plane?

Yes! I did a sponsored sky dive for a children’s charity when I was 20 years old. It was amazing but I think once was definitely enough for me…!

What mythical creature would you want to be?

I would definitely be a fairy. I mean, they can fly, they get to be naughty all the time, and they only ever really eat cake – what’s not to love?!

Do you have any advice for other writers?

The best writing advice I’ve ever seen is ‘you can’t edit a blank page’. It’s so simple but so true. My advice to anyone starting out would be to give their inner critic a holiday and just write and write everything that’s in their head – you can turn it into something that makes sense afterwards.

What item, that you don't have already, would you most like to own?
I would love to have one of those cute old-fashioned campervans so that I could go on loads of adventures!

What's your favorite love story? (movie or book)
I really enjoy quirky romantic films where the characters have issues and/or don’t really ‘fit’ in society but then find someone who matches them perfectly and loves them for who they are. ‘Silver Linings Playbook’ and ‘Secretary’ are two of my favourites.

Saturday 28 October 2017

Scorpio - The Sign behind the Crime #romanticsuspence #mystery

Blurb

Scorpio obsessed, with a mind as strong as twisted steel, Henry Slater, suave, sophisticated, sexy, intelligent, and wealthy is the perfect man—except to women who tell him what he doesn’t want to hear.

Dr. John Trenton is called back to NYC for a case close to his heart, while NYPD Detective Samantha “Sam” Wright and forensic psychiatrist Doctor Frank Khaos, conflicted about their on-again-off-again relationship, take on another case—a serial killer who’s orchestrated sixteen murders across the United States over a nine-year period. The seventeenth victim is Sam’s best friend, Carrie Baines. When forensic science connects Frank to Slater, Frank is pushed to delve into his past, something he swore never to do. Meanwhile, due to the interstate nature of the crimes, the FBI gets involved, convincing Sam to go undercover. But Slater is clever, and Sam is no match for him. Will her psychic skills and police training be enough to survive this close encounter with a killer, or will she end up as his eighteenth victim? And even if she lives, is her relationship with Frank really over?


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Excerpt

At the Manhattan Midtown-South precinct
She looked up at Frank and understood his glare. Loo was a man who didn’t react well to overly emotional detectives. Okayjob first. She stood still, facing Frank, looked around at the beige walls to calm her thoughts, swallowed, inhaled deeply, and then nodded to him that she was ready. She released from him and took another glimpse at the walls. For some reason staring at the bland emptiness quieted her brain. She needed that now—mainly to hear and digest what Loo said before she reacted or overreacted.
They walked down the hall to Loo’s office, and she knocked on the door.
“Come in.” Lieutenant Rojas’ voice was strong, but he didn’t seem to be annoyed. That was good.
Sam and Frank entered and pulled chairs from the conference table to around Loo’s desk.
Her partner Nick in his usual detective attire, khaki’s and brown jacket, sat opposite Loo’s desk. “I’m sorry, Sam, really.”
Sam lowered her eyes. “Thanks, Nick. And thanks to the two of you for coming in.”
Loo pulled off his black framed glasses, and carefully placed them on the desk, before he spoke. “Detective Wright, I’ve already said this once, but it seems that you need repetition. You are not getting involved in the Carolyn Baines case.”
 
Where readers can find me. http://www.ronnieallennovel.com

The Sign Behind The Crime Series


Thursday 26 October 2017

Tag Line Hell #amwriting #holidays #erotic #romance


I have a Holidays box set to promote - Heroes-Westhorpe-Ridge-Boxed-Set-ebook. Know her promotion is red hot, I signed up for N.N. Light’s Holiday Gift guide promotion.
So far so good. Then she asked for the tagline.

Talk about a car crash moment.

What is it, and how do I write a good one.

Time to hit google. Wikepedia told me  
A Tag line in entertainment, a tagline (alternatively spelled tag line[1][2]) is a short text which serves to clarify a thought for, or is designed with a form of, dramatic effect. Many tagline slogans are reiterated phrases associated with an individualsocial group, or product. As a variant of a branding slogan, taglines can be used in marketing materials and advertising.


I wasn’t much wiser. Since the box set contains the first three Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge stories, I thought try do a tag line for each. Here’s what I started with.


The tag lines don’t trip off the tongue, do they?

Time to approach this from another angle. I found this example on the internet
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Story Problem: A young girl who wants to fit in (desire) encounters a bully in a new school (problem). When she faces her fear and confronts the bully (cost or risk), she discovers the bully’s cowardice and gains the respect of her classmates (solution).

Again, it’s long winded, but I gave it a try. Here are the three I came up with.

1    Three former military men start civilian lives in a Westhorpe Ridge and find their true loves. Each must confront mobsters, spies or the sins of their past, but eventually they find their happy ever afters.

2     Surmounting obstacles takes military precision, but finding love takes more courage.

3     Are three military heroes brave enough to fall in love?

I hated them. 

By now I was ready to cry.
One last attempt and another google told me the tag line should tell the reader what they’ll get out of the book.
So, my Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge stories feature seasonal holiday romance, military men, and happily-ever-afters.
Finally something felt right.

Here’s what I came up with – A visit to Westhorpe Ridge guarantees hunky heroes and hot holiday romance.
It just needs neatening up. The shorter the better. Think Nike’s Just Do it, or Jaws, Don’t Go Back Into The Water.
My tagline is now.
Hunky Heroes and Hot Holiday Romance


I don’t how good it is, but I’d love to hear your taglines or your opinion of mine in the comments. 

Wednesday 25 October 2017

Kidnapped, Captured, and Captivated, but Who is Conquering Who? #excerpt #eroticromance by @FelicityBrandon

The Viking’s Conquest





Publisher’s Blurb:
When she is left all but alone to defend her family's castle against an army of battle-hardened Viking raiders, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose fights valiantly but is soon overcome. After her capture by the tall, handsome leader of the northmen, Prince Anders, she is carried away along with the rest of the spoils of conquest.

Anders makes it clear to the princess that she is now his property, to do with as he likes, and he takes pleasure in stripping her bare and putting her on display. When she defies her new master, Aurelie quickly discovers that Anders will not hesitate to spank her soundly, but to her shame the painful, humiliating punishment leaves her deeply aroused.

Bound and helpless yet burning with desire, the princess finds herself longing for the bold, dominant warrior to take her hard and thoroughly, and when she surrenders to his mastery of her body the pleasure is more intense than she would have ever thought possible. Aurelie's submission to Anders grows more complete with each passing day, but when her brothers arrive with an army to seek vengeance against their old enemy she must make a fateful choice. Will she remain loyal to her family and her people, or come to the aid of her Viking prince?

Publisher's Note: The Viking's Conquest includes spankings, sexual scenes and sexual humiliation, and more. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.


Buy links:

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32705065-the-viking-s-conquest

Excerpt : spanking (adult content):

“Drop the fruit. I want to hear your voice whilst you’re spanked.”
In a moment of uncharacteristic obedience, I widen my mouth a fraction and release the soft flesh of the fruit. I watch as it falls the short distance to the floor underneath me, along with a humiliating quantity of my drool. Relief washes over my jaw as it can now finally relax, although I wonder what Anders will have in mind for me next.
“Good,” he says from over me. “Now tell me, do you know why you are to be spanked?”
I flinch as he vocalises my predicament, as though hearing it out loud somehow reaffirms the sheer ignominy of it.
“I…” I pause, trying to make myself say the words. “I am to be spanked because I spilled your drinks, my Lofðungr,” I say eventually.
“True,” Anders replies, slapping the cheeks of my behind. The impact is not hard, but is just enough to wake the flesh around the area, summoning the blood there and sending the message to me: this is mine. “And why did you spill the drinks, Aurelie? What function were you serving?”
I cringe inwardly, knowing he intends to revel fully in my disgrace. “I was your table,” I say in the smallest voice possible.
“My what?” he asks, raising his voice. “I have never known the lady be so coy before this moment!”
“Your table, my Lofðungr,” I reply, pushing back the humiliated emotion that threatens to surface.
“Yes!” he cries, finally satisfied with my answer. “A table for holding my refreshments. You had one purpose only: to hold the tray of drinks and Aurelie, you failed, my sweeting. You failed in the most spectacular fashion!”
The old indignation rises in me. “I am no table!” I spit, my voice now full of venom.
He lands a hard smack against my upturned cheeks, the sound swilling around my head before the sting of the impact even registers.
“You are mine!” he says evenly. “Mine to do whatever I please with. The sooner you come to learn this, the easier your new life will be, my lady.”
He smacks me again; not full-throttle this time, but I know he means it. I take a sharp intake of breath at the impact, willing the pain to be done so that I may experience a little of that odd arousal the previous spanking had produced. A further three smacks ensue. The loud sound of his palm connecting with my flesh echoes through the confines of his quarters. I lie here over his knee, forced to accept this new dynamic: Anders, the foreign invader, now apparently the master of me. A man who can chain me up, and use me as furniture at his will.
I push against the pain as he spanks me again. The sheer force of my own obstinate pride somehow makes the process easier, although there’s no denying it does hurt. My behind feels red and inflamed already and I have no idea how long Anders intends to keep me here.
“Are you beginning to understand?” His voice booms from someplace over my head. It sounds oddly distant to my ears.
“Yes, my Lofðungr,” I say through gritted teeth as yet another smack lands across both cheeks, but even as I speak I know I do not mean it.
“Tell me then. Let me hear your learning, Aurelie. What are you?”
He pauses the spanking, perhaps to allow me to speak and I take a deep breath. Can I really say these things just to appease him? I consider my position: naked, chained, and over his lap. What choice do I have?
“I am yours, my Lofðungr,” I say, trying to detach myself from the words.
“My what?” he says, stroking the hot area he has punished.
I bite hard on my lip again, despising him for reducing me to this. “Your property!” I spit the last word out as though it threatens to choke me if I keep it inside.
“Hmm,” says Anders and I swear I can hear him smiling. “Better—but I do not believe that you mean it. Not yet anyway…”
He draws my body back a few inches from the hips, so that my aching core rises from his hard body and I am effectively bent over him from the waist.
“Spread your legs,” he says softly.
With extreme reluctance I move myself into this new, even more humiliating pose. My breasts, previously crushed under my weight, are now freed and swing softly beneath me. My face is also now less concealed and I unwittingly catch his smiling gaze in my peripheral vision. I look away at once, but not before he has noticed my error. Leaning forward, he wraps my unruly hair toward my right shoulder, exposing my face, now burning with the shame and excitement I am feeling.
“Look at me,” he commands sensually.
Slowly I turn my head ever so slightly to the left and look unwillingly into those smirking blue eyes.
“I have a feeling about you, Aurelie. Shall I share it with you?” he asks casually.
I stare at him, unwilling to answer and play his game. I can feel the old defiance rising to the surface for just the briefest moment. When I say nothing, he spanks my behind again. It feels harder from this position somehow. The sound is different and the sting feels crueller. My previously fleshy bottom is now stretched into a new stance and unbelievably I think I miss the reassurance of his body heat. I am even more exposed this way.
“Answer me!” he snaps, his hand connecting with my skin again.
“Please share it, my Lofðungr,” I reply, my voice breaking ever so slightly as the fresh pain registers.
There is a pause and I fear that he will choose to just continue spanking me like this, and then finally, he speaks again:
“I have a feeling that you actually like being treated this way, my lady.”
I look at him, my eyes no doubt sharing the indignation, resentment, and disbelief I am feeling as I register his words. How in Donrose can he know this about me? These are feelings that I myself had never known until this day!
“You’re wrong,” I splutter, but we both know I don’t mean it.
“Really?” he asks, spanking me again. I squeeze my eyes shut at the new impact, before opening them again. Anders has moved in even closer to my body in the interim. I notice for this first time that he too appears to be a little out of breath, and I wonder if this is exciting him as well. “So you don’t want me to touch your body then, Aurelie?”
His hand moves to within an inch of my left breast as he speaks. Sensing his approach, my already hard buds contract even further, betraying my need.
“No,” I say, continuing the reassuring pretence that I do in fact not want him anywhere near me.
Ignoring me, his hand finally reaches my breast, cupping it gently at first, before moving his fingers south to the nipple. I gasp as he circles it and then grabs the end, tugging at it hard. Despite my veil of disgust, his touch feels astonishingly good, goading my body. My head falls forward, no longer able to contain the desire I feel. Wordlessly he moves closer, reaching for the right breast and repeating his treatment of the left. Both nipples tighten in excitement, silently begging him for more.
A soft moan leaves my lips before I can contain myself. He laughs at the sound and I mean to chastise myself, but already my whole entity is fixed on where his hands will explore next. The left hand that had so ruthlessly, yet beautifully, tormented my breasts, runs a line down my midriff, over my tense belly to the hot, damp patch of hair between my thighs. I take short, shallow breaths, my hands planted firmly on the wooden chest beneath us, as my mind races at the sensations he creates. Anticipation about what he will choose to do next courses through me. I gasp aloud, wondering how I can possibly permit these actions to continue. At the same time his other hand spanks me hard again, sending my body into a trembling mess. The reverberations travel through my growing wetness, to where his left hand waits. Slowly he presses his palm against my skin, pushing through the soft hair, into the moist folds trembling below.


Felicity Brandon: Writer of the salacious, erotic & romantic. Golden Flogger Finalist!
BDSM, spanking, & submission.

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·         Stormy Night Publications
·         21st October, 2016
·         Historical, BDSM, spanking romance
·         Approximately 91,500 words
·         HEA Ending
Tags: spankingromance #BDSM #sexualhumiliation #historical #vikings

Sunday 22 October 2017

“Taming Lady Lydia” by Felicity Brandon - Regency spanking romance #BDSMRomance


A Regency Lady requires a firm hand…

Buy Links:
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36181611-taming-lady-lydia


Author comments on book: Taming Lady Lydia is the most sensual and potent romance I have ever penned. Lord Markham is the Regency hero I always fantasised about... He’s a strict authoritarian with a loving, tender heart.
Publisher synopsis:
When eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia Franklin becomes the ward of Lord Thomas Markham after her father’s death, she quickly discovers that the wealthy, handsome gentleman believes in strict discipline for wayward young women. Her penchant for naughtiness soon earns her a sound spanking, but despite his willingness to punish her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Thomas’ firm-handed correction leaves Lydia helplessly aroused.


Though he is charged with ensuring that Lydia’s innocence is preserved, Thomas cannot help but notice her body’s response to his stern chastisement. It isn’t long before she is lying naked across his lap as she is spanked thoroughly and then brought to a blushing climax, and over the coming days he sets about teaching her what it means to surrender herself completely to a dominant man.


Being taken in Thomas’ arms proves more pleasurable than Lydia ever dreamed, and she finds herself imagining a future as his wife rather than his ward, but the dark rumors about his past are hard to ignore. When he asks for her hand she agrees to be his bride, but once the wedding is over will the bond between them hold firm or will it all end in scandal and heartbreak?


Publisher’s Note: Taming Lady Lydia includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


Author synopsis:
When her father, Earl Franklin dies unexpectedly, eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia is sent to live with her guardian, the unknown and enigmatic Lord Thomas Markham. Initially eager to leave her new home, Lydia is indignant at her guardian’s firm and protective behaviour, but everything changes that first night when she accidentally discovers something shocking about life at Markham Hall…
Now, in spite of his rules and expectations, the young and indulged Lydia finds herself inexplicably drawn to her guardian. Lord Markham it seems, is a gentleman who will finally provide the firm hand she has always needed, and Lydia begins to crave his discipline, desiring him to take her over his knee and deliver a sound spanking.
With their affections for one another growing, Thomas and Lydia seem set for a bright future if only events would stop conspiring to tarnish their happiness. Can their burgeoning romance survive the scrutiny of Thomas’ mother, the Countess, and the interference of their peers? And can Lydia learn to live by Her Lordship’s governance, and find the happily ever after they so desire?


Teasers:
He looks at me, his face burning with intent. “Know this Lydia,” he says in an even tone. “I have grown immensely fond of you these last days. I will care for you, look after your needs, and be here for you, but whenever you choose to overstep the line, I will punish you.”
***
“I do so enjoy the sound of my name on those lips,” he says, eyeing my mouth intently.
My lips part at the statement, as though his eyes have commanded them to do so.
***
“My Lord, I do not know what you have done to me, but ever since we met, I have been captured.”
***


Excerpt:

A glimpse of the dominant Lord.
“Indeed,” he says. “But what to you deserve, Lady Lydia, for the disrespect and disobedience that you have shown me?”
Our eyes reconnect in a heartbeat, mine wide as he considers his own question. Can he really mean to punish me for what had transpired last night? The thought provokes the old insolence in me, and yet there is something else – that other feeling – the one which had pooled between my thighs when he had taken Lucy over his knee.
“I know not, My Lord,” I reply even as my face flushes in front of him.
“Then let me tell you, My Lady. As my ward you have no say on my verdict,” he says, his voice still soft, but brimming with quiet authority. “You are mine now, and it is my role to guide you and provide you with the correct moral framework. As such I shall decide upon your penance.”
I clench the muscles deep within me as his words resonate around my head. “Yes, My Lord,” I say in a small, hushed voice, and for the first time in my life I take solace in this act of subservience. Lord Markham seems like a man who may be worthy to take control of me. Until now I believe I had not met a single one.
The threat of a spanking (minimal adult content.)
His voice is low and steely, making me uneasy. “I thought I had only recently delivered a lesson in respect, and yet now I find it may need teaching again.”
The knot of excited anxiety in me twists, knowing full well what he means, and yet refusing to acknowledge it. “There is nothing further to learn, My Lord,” I say hopefully. “I meant no offence by it!”
“And yet offence was taken?” he replies, staring at me severely.
“For that I am sorry,” I reply, in a little more than a whimper.
He nods, a small smile forming on those lips. “I suspect you will be,” he answers. “Once you have been taken over my knee again.”
My heart is raging inside of me, and threatens to push up into my throat. “My Lord!” I gasp, “you cannot mean to do so here, in the carriage? What if we are seen? What if the driver, or the footman hears us?”
The smile on his face grows. “Then I daresay that you, My Lady, will be rather embarrassed?”
My breath is coming in short bursts now, and I am close to panting again. “But, Thomas – what will people think?” I look to the carriage door anxiously, as
though escape is even an option available to me.
“Most likely my dear, they will think you are a naughty young woman in need of correction from her guardian, and they would be right, wouldn’t they?”



Spanking (adult content.)
The depth of the authority in his voice stirs me, sending energy coursing around my body. It pools at the apex of my legs, causing delicious tingles there. “I am sorry to have pressed the point,” I say, and I mean it, although I cannot help but wonder if it is his discipline which I really crave and have missed this last week.
I swear he senses the answer as he reaches for me. He sinks the fingers of his right hand into my hair and draws my body toward him. “Lydia,” he says, his voice almost a low growl. “Are you being intentionally disrespectful, I wonder?”
A silent gasp leaves my mouth as I look upon him.
“Oh, so you are…” he says with a knowing smile. “That is what this is about…”
I flush, knowing that there is little point denying what we both already know to be true. I glance up to him, my eyes imploring the messages I long to say. He pulls me closer, pressing my head against his warm chest. “Have you missed me, my love?” His voice is a deep murmur into my right ear.
“Yes…” I just about manage.
“And so you have chosen to be intentionally disobedient, to garner my attention?”
I shift my head, looking wildly into his face. “It is not my intention, My Lord,” I whimper.
“Oh, really, little one?” he asks, as that brow arches once again. “I think that is an untruth. I think you did intend to disobey me, and I think you did so because you have missed my discipline. Am I correct?”
I am trembling as I reply, utterly startled by his ability to read me. “Perhaps, yes, My Lord, but I did not want for you to be angry with me.”
He smiles. “Lydia,” he coos. “I am not angry. But you and I both know what happens to naughty, disobedient young ladies, don’t we?”
My mouth parts reflexively. “Will you spank me?” I whimper.
“Yes,” he says, pulling me toward him as he reseats himself. “I realise that I have been remiss in my duties to you, and for that I apologise. I intend to make amends right this moment.”
In an instant he pulls me forward and down toward his lap. “But, My Lord!” I exclaim as I lurch headfirst over his breeches. “Not here, Thomas! What if somebody finds us?”
“We have had this conversation, Lydia,” he says firmly as he hoists me into position, “and I have assured you that I will spank you either with, or without, an audience.”
I gasp, feeling the skirts of my gown, petticoat, and stays dragged up my back, leaving my behind exposed and vulnerable. Almost immediately, his hand lands against my bare skin, the sound resonating around the study. I squeeze my eyes shut, stunned by the escalation of events. I pray silently that none of the staff will hear us and enter the room unexpectedly.
A further four swats are landed on my bottom, and they are hard and intense spanks. I am forced to bear each one, feeling the sting and then warmth they leave after his palm has left. From this angle behind his desk I can see very little, except for the expensive rug at my fingertips.
As the next strike lands, I hear Thomas’ voice from over my head. “Why are you being spanked, Lydia?” he asks.
I notice his voice is calm, but there is just the slight edge of arousal laced there.
“I was disobedient, My Lord,” I reply, my own voice trembling as I do.
“Yes,” he agrees, swatting me hard on the rear again. “You disobeyed me in order to get the attention you require, instead of coming to me and telling me about your needs.”
His hand lands on my behind again. “And for that reason, little one,” he says firmly, “you will receive a sound spanking on your bare bottom, and you will thank me for it.”
I whimper as the next strike lands, catching the pulsating need between my legs. “Yes, My Lord,” I moan from over his lap. “Thank you.”
Five swats land quickly, and instinctively I mean to get up, arching my back as I try to move.
His hand holds me down decisively. “You will stay over my lap, Lydia,” he calls out, and I flinch at the volume, hoping that nobody else will hear him. “You need this punishment, do you not?”
“Yes,” I whine, wincing as the next spank lands.
“Yes, you do,” he says, reaffirming my own thoughts. “So just take it, little one.”
I swallow hard, loathing the way he calls me his little one as he spanks me. The label, of course, helps to reinforce my subservience to him. The onslaught continues, and the stinging sensation is intense. He pushes me on, the utter indignation of the punishment both riling and arousing me. At some point I lose count of the swats, feeling the tension between my legs growing and building. I know I am wet, and I long secretly for Thomas to explore me there.
His palm eventually pauses, pressing itself against the warmth of my bare bottom. “How do you feel now, my love?” His voice is filled with passion.
“Thank you for my spanking, Thomas,” I murmur, unsure what else to say.
I hear him laugh, and slowly, teasingly, his fingers dip between my hot cheeks.
“Well done, my love,” he soothes, as one and then two digits slip against my wetness.
I mewl and groan, loving the intensity of his touch already.
“So wet and beautiful,” he whispers adoringly. “I yearn for our wedding night, Lydia, when I can finally possess you as a man should claim his wife.”



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Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Release date: 8th, September, 2017
Hash tags: #EroticRomance #RegencyRomance #SpankingRomance
163,000 words HEA/Suspenseful ending