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Tuesday, 16 January 2018

Held in Custody by AsheBarker #erotic #viking #spanking@ashebarker

In his custody – for her own protection … and his

When he encounters an injured young woman while on a motorcycle ride on the small Scottish island of North Uist, police officer Finn Olsen immediately comes to her aid, but to his surprise her dialect proves all but incomprehensible to him. To make matters worse, she first tries to run and then does her best to stab him with a dagger after he catches her.

Recognizing that the woman is confused and distraught, Finn disarms her, handcuffs her, and brings her back to the local police station, which doubles as his home. Once she is in his custody, however, it quickly becomes clear that his beautiful, feisty prisoner comes from a very different era, and that she has somehow travelled forward in time more than a thousand years.

Finn takes it upon himself to keep the headstrong girl safe in a completely unfamiliar world, even going so far as to bare her bottom for a sound spanking with his belt when she attempts an escape. Despite her situation, she is deeply aroused by his bold dominance, and when he claims her properly she is left utterly spent and satisfied. But as they unravel the mystery of her arrival in the twenty-first century, will their discoveries bring an end to their newfound romance?

Publisher’s Note: Held in Custody includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

His job is to protect. He intends to do his job, whether she likes it or not

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The best laid plans…

He had no intention of touching her. His job is to protect the community of North Uist in the Outer Hebrides so Police Sergeant Finn Olsen is not about to let some strange woman run around his island brandishing a knife almost as big as she is. The mysterious female soon finds herself Held In Custody, locked up for her own protection. And his.
She is a prisoner in his care, but the more he learns about his unusual captive, the more Finn begins to suspect all is not what it seems. Eira speaks a language long dead, has no idea about modern plumbing, and seems to think he’s a god!
Punished for attempting to escape and putting herself in danger, Eira soon learns that the stern man who has her in his power intends to keep her safe but he expects obedience. Confused, lost, alone, she has no choice but to trust him as her world is thrown into turmoil. But when faced with a menacing threat from the past can Finn protect her? And can they forge a new future together?

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In an unfamiliar, hostile world, who can she trust?

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Eira stiffened. The sensation was so intense she groaned and her knees buckled. She would have slithered boneless to the floor had he not held her up. Then, moments later, her entire body convulsed as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
Eira shook. She was weightless, soaring, then diving toward the ground in an uncontrolled plummet. The myriad lights of a thousand stars flashed behind her eyes as she swooped, then in an instant were extinguished and she saw only blackness. Her heart thumped, her breathing was rapid. She moaned, reached out her hand to caress the cool, smooth surface before her.
It was real. All of this was real. The delightful sensations coursing through her body, the sensual heat of the water which beat down upon her, the muscled forearm across her stomach which held her fast. She stretched, ground her shoulders against the broad, male chest at her back and rubbed her buttocks over the thick cock which jutted insistently against her.
He was real, also. Finn, her god who was not, her more-than-a mortal rescuer who punished and pleasured with equal skill. As her senses regathered Eira turned in his arms.
He curled his lips in a smile, the expression both warm and sensual. She gazed up into the blue of his eyes then reached to lay her fingers against his cheek. She smiled back, and it was on the tip of her tongue to thank him for the pleasure he gave her but instead she stretched up on her toes and brushed her lips over his. Finn's fingers were in her hair and he tilted her head in order to deepen the kiss. His tongue explored the seam of her lips and Eira parted for him. He plunged his tongue into her mouth to tease and dance with hers. It was erotic, intimate, a kiss which promised much and held little back. Lust coiled again deep down in Eira's belly and she lifted one leg to wrap it around his hip.
Finn broke the kiss to murmur a few guttural words. She had heard him make similar utterances already and Eira was convinced that he had said something obscene but she did not care. All she cared about in this moment was that he should not stop, that he should, that he must...
"Please...," she whispered. "Please, I need..."
Again, that word. Eira lifted her other leg and clamped her ankles together in the small of his back. "Ja, fuck," she repeated. "Please."

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 Brontë 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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#eroticromance #ashebarker #discipline #dominance #spanking #Vikingromance #Vikings #historicalromance #time travel

Tuesday, 9 January 2018

Cassie's Life #spanking #romance #contemporary #pkcorey

My mind was clear, my heart was light and my bottom hurt like hell.
Cassie’s Life (Book 10)
Ask Cassie about her life on the river and she’ll tell you it’s lovely and peaceful. But while Cassie loves the life she lives, peaceful is not always an accurate description. Whether she’s confronting an armed man who’s in a drunken rage, planning a friend’s wedding or dealing with a ghost in a backwoods lodge, Cassie is going to deal with it the best way she knows how. And peaceful doesn’t always work.

When a mysterious phone call comes for Cassandra Wentworth – Cassie’s past is suddenly back to haunt her in a devastating way. Tom has always said nothing from before the time they met counts, but he didn’t know about this.  Sue, Annie, Allie and Jenny are all willing to help, but will it be enough?

I felt anything but submissive as I stood nude before him.

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What had I done all those years ago that could land ‘my sweet ass in jail’ more than forty years later?


Annie walked in minutes later. “What in the world?” she asked Lily as she stared at us
Lily had gotten me up onto the sofa. Annie said I seemed determined to find the glass
Lily had taken from me and Lily had returned it to me containing water.
Annie picked up the nearly empty martini pitcher from the coffee table. “I’m
guessing this wasn’t their first pitcher,” she’d told a horrified Lily. “I’ve known them a long time.
This is their go to drink for when they’re upset or angry. But what in the world happened
between the time I talked to them and now? They were both fine around five o’clock
and didn’t seem mad about anything.”
Between the two of them they got Sue cleaned up and both of us into nightgowns. “I
don’t want to put them to bed,” Lily told Annie. “I want to keep my eye on them.
You watch them while I make some coffee.” She came back shortly with two travel
mugs. “They’s as libel to spill it as not,” she’d explained.
Annie said I was starting to rouse up a little as Lily tried to get me to have a little
coffee. I’d taken a few sips when my eyes seemed to focus on who was giving it to me
and my anger flared.
“I don’t have to do what you say!” I shouted at her. “I don’t love you anymore. If you
don’t love us anymore then we’re not going to love you right back.

Meet PK Corey

The love of writing came to me late in life and I spent time trying to fit writing into a busy schedule. Recently I retired, the kids are out and on their own and my wonderful husband encourages me to spend more time exploring the world of writing.

I always hear you should write what you want to read, so I have. I write loving domestic discipline with the stress on ‘loving’. I want a strong man who cherishes the woman he loves and is willing to go to any length to keep her safe and protected.

My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free spirited ways Tom is determination to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. My new series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.

If I hadn’t taken a stand against the corner I would have lived there.

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Thursday, 4 January 2018

Vows - Asian Adventure Book 3 - Lisabet Sarai - A #multiculteral #bisesual #romance #novella

The more you try to release desire, the more attached you become.


Travel brings out a strange recklessness in my wife, a hunger for extremes that I don’t see when we’re in New York. I would never have acted on my desire for male flesh if she hadn’t bullied me into my first homosexual encounter. Not that I regret it. I’ll never forget that incandescent night with the audacious young punk she bought for me in Amsterdam.

Now, she wants us to seduce the achingly beautiful Buddhist monk we’ve met in Luang Prabang. I try to reject her suggestions, to resist temptation. But I can’t banish the images of Souvannaphone— ripe lips curved in a half-smile, brown eyes sparkling with gentle challenge, smooth curves of golden flesh that cry out to be kissed. I yearn for his bodyand his serenity.

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Dani was still stroking my penis surreptitiously as the boat pulled up to the public dock. “Why don’t we go back to the hotel? We can—talk—about our new friend.” She paid the boatman, and handed me my straw hat, which I used to hide my raging erection as we strolled the few blocks back to our guest house. I barely had time to close the door and slip out of my sandals before Dani was down on her knees in front of me, undoing my fly.

Here in the privacy of our room, I didn’t object. I was painfully hard; it seemed as though the taut skin sheathing my organ would burst at the slightest touch. Danielle squeezed. I could scarcely bear it. She gazed up at me, mischief in her hazel eyes. “Pretend that it’s him, sucking you,” she murmured. Then she swallowed me whole.

Her mouth was a steaming tropical jungle, her muscular tongue a snake twining around me. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to sink into pure sensation.

After five years with me, she knew how to give me what I liked—languorous strokes from base to tip alternating with energetic sucking that must have left her jaw sore, but which brought me to the edge again and again. I filled my mind with images of her: the ginger thatch of her pubis matching the fringe on her head; the slick folds hidden among those curls; her palm-sized breasts with their extravagant nipples; her lively, intelligent, sometimes mocking face. I imagined that she was stroking herself as she worked on me. That might well be true. I remembered her wild, almost inhuman expression when she came.

But as she brought me inexorably closer to orgasm, these images slipped away, though I tried to hold on to them. Instead, I saw a pair of ripe lips curved in a half-smile, brown eyes sparkling with gentle challenge, smooth curves of golden flesh that cried out to be kissed. I imagined bare feet, muscular buttocks, a slim cock rearing like a rod of ivory, hairless and pure. She was broadcasting these images to me, I knew it, but that didn’t help me to resist. My desperate moan was part guilt, part overwhelming arousal. I saw a cloud of saffron-hued fabric drifting down, covering twined limbs, white and honey-colored, and I spilled myself into Danielle’s greedy mouth.

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai has been addicted to words all her life. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romancenearly one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genreparanormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.  Sign up for her VIP email list here:  https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

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Wednesday, 3 January 2018

Relationship lessons we need to unlearn #romance #Relationships

How Disney Taught Us Terrible Lessons About Relationships

Disney animated movies are a big part of everyone's childhood, no doubt about that. Even when we grow up, we often watch and discuss these timeless fairytales with our friends and partners. It really doesn't matter if you meet people online or the old-fashioned way, almost every single one of those individuals will have a favorite Disney movie. These tales are responsible for some of the loveliest moments in our life, we can't argue with that, but they also taught us some rather terrible and messed-up lessons about romance and relationships. Here are some of them.

Kissing Someone Without Permission Is Romantic

We saw this type of behavior in many Disney movies, but the two most disturbing examples were in Sleeping Beauty and Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. In both of these legendary fairytales, two men (Prince Phillip and The Prince) decided it was cool to kiss the girl without her consent. To be fair, some girls think it's hot when a guy takes initiative and gets a little rough in the sheets, but if this happened today, these two charming fellas would end up like Harvey Weinstein.

New Love Will Fix All Of Your Problems

Sure, a new relationship (and a new sexual partner) can be rather refreshing, but it can't 
erase all the problems you had before you met your new lover. However, cartoons such as The Lion King and Cinderella teach us that all of our past predicaments, issues, and even tragedies (death of a parent or a harsh childhood for example) will fade away once we met a new partner. Frankly, sex needs to be pretty good if it's going to erase the troubling past, wouldn't you agree?

A Hot Stranger In The Woods? I Must Befriend Him!

Our parents always told us to avoid stangers, especially when we encounter them in the dark alley during the night. This is a solid advice from a caring parent, we can't argue with that. However, Disney had a completely different idea when it comes to strangers. Remember Sleeping Beauty and the scene in which Aurora meets Phillip? Pretty romantic and innocent, right? Well, that's one way to describe it. We're going to go with creepy. Befriending a random guy you just met in the woods is a wrong and dangerous thing to do, no matter how hot he is! Just because he's handsome and attractive doesn't mean he's not a rapist. Remember, "a stranger in the woods" is an exciting bedroom game to play with your boyfriend, but you should never play it in the real woods with a complete stranger.

Kidnaping A Girl And Keeping Her In Your Castle Against Her Will Is A Good Way To Earn Her Love

The legendary story of the Beauty and the Beast taught us that it's perfectly fine to kidnap a girl you like and keep her in captivity until she finally likes you back. Aw, that's pretty romantic, right? Hell no, that’s one of the worst Disney lessons of all time. But that's not even the sickest part of this movie. As you probably know, the girl (Belle) ends up falling for her beasty captor. Jeez, is this a story about love or the Stockholm syndrome? This movie also teaches girls that it's ok if the guy is abusive "as long as he truly cares about you". Beauty and the Beast encourage young women to try to change their abusive partners and that's pretty messed up. However, if the guy owns a castle and if he's a beast in the sheets, then you should probably give him a second chance. Just kidding, run like the wind!

Thanks to Stefan Simonovic for a fun article)

 What relationship do you need to unlearn?

Tuesday, 2 January 2018

Grace's Turmoil

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Divorced and emotionally damaged, artist Grace Stollery wants nothing more than to spend her semi-retirement painting and let time heal her emotional scars.

But when dashing widower Alfred Nobel moves into her retirement village he turns her life upside down and her heart inside out by awakening feelings she wants to keep dormant.

Alfred quickly sets out to woo Grace and slowly she warms to him. But the village’s resident femme fatale wants him for herself. Will she succeed in driving a wedge between Alfred and Grace? 
Hi Alfred, can you tell us a little about yourself?

1.             What is your name?
Alfred Richard Nobel.
2.             How old are you, and what is your birthday?
I’m seventy-one. I was born on 17th April 1943.
3.             How would you describe your physical characteristics?
I’m 6ft 5” tall. I’m not just tall, but I’m a big man in every way. I’m solidly built, barrel-chested, with large hands and feet. I guess that to some people that makes me seem imposing, but to others intimidating. And my voice can be somewhat booming, which as I sometimes can be a bit loud can make me seem a bit scary. My eyes are light blue. Some people have described them as piercing, others as compelling; and one or two as “come-to-bed”. In my RAF days, my hair was blonde, short, and always tidy. Now it’s snow white and a lot longer, plus I’ve grown a beard and moustache so now I like to think I look like Kenny Rogers.
4.             What is your marital status?
I’ve been a widower for five years after forty-five-years of marriage.
5.             What family do you have?
My wonderful daughter, Rebecca and her fifteen-year-old twin boys.
6.               How are your relationships with women, generally?
Well apart from my mum I’ve only ever had one woman in my life, my and soul-mate wife of 45 years; Sophie. So, I’m not exactly experienced in respect of the fairer sex, and I’m a bit nervous about building relationships.
7.               How would you describe your dress style?
Well you must remember that I spent a lot of time in the armed forces as an officer. So, for most of my life I dressed in a uniform, much the same as most people around me. When they leave the forces after a long time some people can’t stand to wear a tie anymore let alone a suit, and always dress very casual or even scruffy. But I’m just the opposite as I love to dress smart, and wear a tie most of the time and a suit whenever I get the opportunity.
8.               What hobbies do you have?
Photography is my favourite hobby; closely followed by Computer and PlayStation 4 games. I like crosswords, reading (usually e-books), and dancing, and walking. Unless there’s something to prevent me, I try to take a brisk walk every day.
9.             What are your favourite foods/drinks?
I’m a lover of plain food. So, steak, fish and chips, pies, pizzas – stuff like that. For desserts, I love anything with chocolate in or on it.  As for drinks, well I like lager, Bacardi White Rum, or Whisky (preferably single malt).
10.          How would you describe your sense of humour?
I’m a fairly serious person, but I do have a sense of humour – it’s just a bit dry. Also what I see as humour is sometimes seen by other people as sarcasm.
11.          How would you describe your temper?
Unpredictable and volatile.
12.           Will readers like or dislike your character?
It depends on the reader. Some will see him as well-meaning but flawed. Other will see him as a lying, self-centred cad.


Grace jabbed at the volume button on the remote control, turning up the sound on the television. She was trying to drown out the chatter which filled the palatial residents’ lounge. It had been like that for days, and she’d grown tired of it. Who would have thought the imminent arrival of one man could affect mature ladies like that?
One of the things which had appealed to her when she moved to The Grange retirement village was the lack of men. Yet a man who aroused feelings in her she didn’t want was going to add to their number.
Grace had caught a glimpse of him across The Lounge a few months ago, taking the standard tour of The Grange. He'd towered over the young woman he’d been with, and she’d guessed he was at least six-foot-five. Built like a tank, with a mass of wavy white hair and a snow-white beard, he’d reminded her of a polar bear. His presence had been overpowering and almost menacing. An image of him defending a seventeenth century mansion in days gone by had jumped into her mind.
Looking at him had sent a spontaneous burst of attraction rippling through her. It had caught her by surprise. Becoming attracted to anybody was the last thing she’d needed right then. Her divorce had been too recent and too painful. All she wanted was to focus on her painting to block out the pain. Although she hadn’t come there to look for a man, there was no denying how she’d reacted to the sight of him. She wondered how she would cope when they met. And she couldn’t help feeling he was going to have quite an impact on her life. Whether it would be a good impact or not was the million-dollar question. He might be the greatest thing since sliced bread! Or he could turn out to be a snake in the grass like her ex-husband.

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Author Bio
Peter Perrin writes sweet, seasoned romances involving larger-than-life mature characters who will make you rethink your views on older people in a positive way. His characters are mature in age but not necessarily in their behaviour. They may not be in the first flush of youth but that doesn’t stop some of them acting like hormonal teenagers.
Peter was born in Romford, in the county of Essex, near London, England. For nearly twenty years he has lived with his wife of almost forty years in a quiet suburb of Swindon, in the county of Wiltshire, in England. He is a father and grandfather.
He is a former member of The Royal Air Force who has served in the UK, and in Madagascar, Singapore, and Saudi Arabia. He was also stationed for two years in Aden—which nowadays is part of Yemen.
After almost fifteen-years’ service in The Royal Air Force Peter worked in Engineering, Quality Control, and Procurement Management, not to mention myriad smaller jobs in between those careers.
Now retired Peter’s interests are Writing, Carp Fishing, and (despite being in his early seventies) PC and PlayStation games.
His favourite quote is “Youth passes, but with luck, immaturity can last a lifetime.”