Friday, December 18, 2015

A Romantic Sleigh Ride for Caroline and Maxim! Megan Michaels is Visiting Today with a snippet from her new book, Colorado Christmas!




Hi Everyone!!

Today I have Megan Michaels over to chat about her latest book, Colorado Christmas! I love Christmas stories and I can't wait to get started on this one!!



Hi Meredith! 
Thanks for having me on with my new Christmas book with all the characters from Service & Submission—Colorado Christmas.  All the Doms and subs together in a ski chalet in Breckenridge, Colorado!  This is the beginning of the super romantic Christmas scene. 

EXCERPT
Caroline and Maxim were the last to enter the great room before their ride to the Christmas Chalet. The men and women were all bedecked in their Christmas regalia, everyone looking spectacular. The women were in either red, or red and white accented dresses. Christmas red. That was how Caroline would have described her silk dress, long and flowing with bare shoulders. Maxim had put her day collar on, a delicate silver chain with a heart shaped ruby stone that matched her dress perfectly. She’d been tempted to put her hair up off her shoulders, but Maxim loved her hair down and he’d begged her to keep it that way, the weight of it cascading down her back.
The men all had black tuxes with red ties, just as Maxim did. Avery had a full length red chiffon dress with a column neckline, with ruching of the fabric on the side of the dress between her waist and breasts. With her dark hair and hourglass figure, the dress was absolutely stunning.
Caroline found herself almost giddy with excitement about this surprise dinner Maxim had planned for them.
“Before our ride gets here, you women will need coats.” He went to the closet and pulled out three hangers that held beautiful long-sleeved white faux fur coats that went to their hips.
“Oh my, Maxim. You did this for us?” Avery turned to Preston, her eyebrows furrowed.
“Maxim, let us help pay for some of this,” Preston said. “This is way too exorbitant.”
“We will hear of no such thing. This dinner is something I planned to surprise my future wife and to thank you all for this wonderful vacation. Please, it is our pleasure.” He handed them the coats, the men helping their women into them.
It was at that moment that Caroline heard Christmas bells. “Listen! It sounds like Santa.” She giggled. The sound came closer and closer, and she walked to the window just as a covered sleigh pulled up in front of the chalet. It was shiny red with lit lanterns on the front and rear, the horses decked out with red reins accented with large, brass bells. It was something right out of a Christmas storybook.
“M-Maxim? Is this our ride?” At that comment, Inga and Avery rushed to the window.
“Yes, I thought it would be nice to take a little sleigh ride. It isn’t far, and they said they have heated blankets and foot warmers inside to keep you warm. If you do not want it, we can call taxi.”
“A taxi? Are you fucking nuts?” Avery threw a hand up to her mouth, her eyes widening.
Maxim stalked over to her, pinching her chin in his hand. “Do you wish for spanking so soon, naughty girl?”
“N-no, Sir. I apologize, Sir.”
“You will watch your mouth tonight, or I ask for permission to whip your backside, yes?”
“Yes, Sir. I mean no, Sir. I won’t misbehave. Yes, I’ll watch my mouth.” Avery wrung her hands in front of her. Caroline felt a little bad for her, the woman looking truly frightened under the Russian’s scrutiny. But if anyone knew how Maxim could bring that out in a woman, it was Caroline.
“Good.” He released Avery’s chin. “We all now know that Avery wants to ride sleigh. How do you all feel?”
Everyone agreed that the sleigh ride would be perfect. Once inside the sleigh, they bundled all the women with blankets, the foot warmer under their feet for the cozy romantic ride to the Christmas Chalet.





PRODUCT DESCRIPTION
Christmas lights wouldn’t be the only red, glowing globes on the snowy slopes of a Colorado ski resort.

Heading west to the mountains for a holiday vacation seemed the perfect way to finally get Inga and her friend Avery together. Even better, they’d both get to meet Caroline and her fearsome Russian master, Maxim. And while she knew they’d try to be on their best behavior, with all three of the strong, opinionated women in one place, there were likely to be more than a few sore bottoms before they all boarded their planes for the flight home.

But what might happen when three mischievous submissives and their strict, heavy-handed Doms get together? Would the already sexually-charged punishment sessions, stern lectures, and blush-inducing inspections go further than they had ever before? And what might those scary, shivers-inducing men come up with when three imaginative male minds are put together to address their womens’ collective need for discipline?

Though three sassy submissives always meant more excitement, three disciplinarians in one place might mean a whole lot more than just fun and frivolity in the fluffy, Colorado powder…

Publisher’s Warning: Intended for mature audiences. 18 and over only!

This sensuous romance contains explicit sexual situations, spanking, exhibitionism, and anal play. This book can be read as a standalone. Enjoyment of the novel will be enhanced by reading the previous entries in the series, but it’s not necessary.
   
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Happy Friday Everyone! :-) 


Thursday, December 17, 2015

Lord Powell finds himself a mate! Jaye Peaches is visiting with a snippet from her latest book, His Lordship's Mate!




Hello Everyone!

Today I have Jaye Peaches visiting to talk about her latest book, His Lorship's Mate! Jaye, it's great to have you visiting today and I have to say, I LOVE your cover for this story. I feel like your past three or four stories that have come out, and I've fallen absolutely in love with your covers!



Thank you Meredith, for hosting me. I’ve brought along an excerpt from my latest book, His Lordship’s Mate, a Regency spanking tale with a paranormal twist. 




Gethin, Lord Powell, rarely ventures out and when persuaded to attend a party at the house of an earl, he doesn’t expect to see anything of interest…until he lays eyes on Ella.

“She’s beautiful,” he declared.

“I suppose.” Richard peered across the room, over the heads of his other guests, to where Ella was trying to open the salon door. Her father seemed intent on collapsing against it. “Not like my plump Matilda,” he chortled. “I prefer something to dig my claws into. You know what I mean, eh?”

Gethin raised an eyebrow at his companion, but said nothing in response. Instead, he continued to observe the final valiant efforts of Ella Bailey in evicting her drunken father from the theatre of her embarrassment. Such a waste of beauty. If he had opportunity, he’d quickly find out what lay beneath her drab clothes. He wanted to know, to see and feel, how far her beauty went—skin deep, or into her very soul? The way to find out would be to plunge into her core and saturate her weaker form with his strength and vitality. If she was his, she would feed off him, make it her desire to please him for eternity.

His heart pumped harder and hot blood rushed through his loins. Under the table, out of sight, his cock stiffened, stretching the fabric of his breeches. The urge was undeniable, and unfathomable—why here, and now, after everything he’d done over the years?

He clenched his long fingers into fists, fighting with the temptation to follow her, to take her to a secluded place and seek out her soul. He’d shred her dress, expose her bare flesh, and explore every inch of her weak body until her resistance crumbled. Could such a young woman cope with his strength? Would she open up and accept him without fear, offer him pleasure countless times?

The women of English society lacked the abundance of passion or drive needed to feed his hunger. It was a constant appetite he subdued by taking it upon himself to travel for remorselessly long periods of time. He’d made it to the Steppes of Russia, the mountains of the Alps, and the dark forests of Germany. He’d lived alone in barren landscapes where he could practice the art of solitude and chastity. Rarely did he find a woman to comfort his loneliness; few had the endurance for his lust, never mind the coveted emotion of love.

What had the girl done to him? He must contain what she had awakened, and quickly, before he developed a fever. Damn it! The emotion boiling inside him was not real—it couldn’t be! “How old is she?” he spoke through gritted teeth.

“Eighteen, close to nineteen.” Richard fiddled with his silk cravat. “Gracious, Gethin, you can’t mean to… I must warn you, her prospects are poor. Bailey’s reputation lies in tatters.”


Blurb:

Eighteen-year-old Ella Bailey knows that if she is to have any hope of a good match, she must marry quickly before her father completes the ruin of her family’s fortune and good name with his wanton living. Her situation is made worse when a wealthy viscount expresses interest in her hand and she accepts his invitation to a party, only to have the supposed gentleman first seek to seduce her and then attempt to force himself on her.
After his efforts to despoil her are thwarted, the spiteful cad does his utmost to slander Ella’s character with scandalous accusations. With her reputation in tatters and nowhere else to turn, Ella seeks solace in the arms of the enigmatic Gethin Powell, a rich, handsome lord known for his lack of concern for the expectations of high society.
Gethin takes a strong interest in Ella, but he makes it abundantly clear that he is a man who expects to be obeyed in all things. Living under his roof as his woman will mean submitting to his authority, surrendering her body to his desires, and baring her bottom for his stern chastisement whenever he deems it necessary.
Ella soon discovers that Gethin’s sexual appetites are both fierce and insatiable, but as he thoroughly lays claim to her naked, blushing body, she is deeply ashamed to find herself hungering for more. But even as their passion for each other grows deeper, an old and powerful secret waits to come to light. When Ella learns the truth about Gethin, will it tear her away from the man who has taken her as his mate?
Publisher’s Note: His Lordship’s Mate is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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Author Bio:
I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

Jaye lives in NW England.

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Happy Friday Eve Everyone! :-)  

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Here's a man who knows how to use a flogger!





Hi Everyone!!

I have some very exciting news! This Saturday, I am releasing a new story. It's titled, The Prince's Little Mate. It's a sci-fi, age play romance. Of course it's a sweet story, but if I do say so myself, I've upped the hotness levels for my scenes. Here's a sneak peek...



"Say that you want this, admit it." The man's gruff voice ordered as he smacked my naked breast again with the suede flogger in his hand.

            I was currently tied up to my bed, spread eagle for his viewing pleasures.

            Another flick of the flogger fell over my other breast. "Admit it Allison."

            "Yes! Yes I want this!" I screamed, giving in to my desires. I wanted this man. I wanted him to give me every ounce of pleasure I knew that he could.

            "Good girl," the man grunted as the flogger fell to the floor.

            He climbed on to the bed. I noticed his eyes go from a light pink to a deep, fiery red. I could stare at his eyes all day.

            His body covered mine, as he claimed my lips with his own. His tongue invaded my mouth, letting me know who was in charge.

            I wiggled in my restraints. He had been teasing me for quite a while and I wanted him to finish what he started.

            "Do you need something?"

            "Make me come." I demanded.

            The man bit my lip, not too hard, but hard enough to send a sting of pain through me until it traveled to my clit and turned in to pleasure, making me moan louder.

            "All in good time, my dear."


That man sure knows how to use that flogger! Keep your eyes open for The Prince's Little Mate!

Remember to hop along to all of the other author's blogs, because you never know what you'll find! ;-)

Have a great day everyone! :-)