~Something About Sexy~ #MySexySaturday

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday, where romance and erotic authors post seven paragraphs, sentences, or words from their sexy stories.

This week I'm posting from Candi's Debt, an erotic romance with some bite. Hank and Candi's relationship starts off very quarrelsome, to say the least. Neither likes the other, but the sexual pull they feel for one another is undeniable.

When Hank tells Candi her services at work are no longer needed, she puts her foot down.

HANK

“No, you don’t get to tell me I’m not doing my job anymore.”

    “Look, princess,” I say, noticing how she grits her teeth in response. “I’m sure you’re good at helping out in the office.” Even I can hear the lie in my words. “But it’s just not necessary now that I’m here.”

Oh, yeah. She doesn’t like that. My little princess growls low in her throat, and practically bares her teeth at me. “Don’t you dare condescend to me, like you know me. You can assume all you want about me, but I am more than ‘good’ at helping in the office. I’ll prove it. Move.”

I’m fighting an eye roll and I’m about to say ‘yeah, right,’ when she rounds the corner of the desk. My space is automatically filled with her disturbingly pleasant scent. Her hands pull at my rolling chair.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m showing you why John has me go over the numbers.”

Now that my chair is scooted back she leans over the keyboard and mouse. My mouth goes dry at the sight of her worn-out jeans stretched over her delectable ass right there in front of me. My palms itch to reach out and grab a handful of booty I recall in naked detail, all too well.


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NOOK

SMASHWORDS

KOBO

Candi

The men in my family are gamblers, cheats, and thieves. They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. It’s the Dawson way. My oldest brother was killed for sticking to that tradition.

I refuse to let that happen to my little brother. He’s all I have in this world and I’ll do anything to save him.

His debts are now mine, and I always pay my debts.

Now if a certain ape leader would get out of my way, things would go much more smoothly.

Hank

I swore never to return to Texas. But here I am, wading neck deep into shit creek. I’m not even getting paid for this crap.

And Candi? She has more secrets than sense and represents everything I try to avoid. I’m not sure how I got tangled up with her in the first place. I have no business getting involved with a woman like her. She needs to be saved from herself.

I don’t have a white knight complex, and this girl needs a savior. I can’t be that guy.


*Author's Note: Candi's Debt is an erotic romance novel that includes explicit sex, spanking, BDSM elements, anal play, and anal sex. If such material offends you, this book may not be for you.

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On Her Knees #ScintillatingSunday

 Welcome to Scintillating Sunday, where romance and erotic authors share eight scintillating words, sentences, or paragraphs. 

Cupping her face in one hand I take her mouth as I mold her hand around my cock. I love how she whimpers as her tongue tangles with mine.

I’m surprised when she pulls back and bites her lip as she sinks to her knees, her eyes locked on mine. She fumbles my pants open, her hands are shaking as she pulls my cock free. When it falls out in front of her she looks away from me and stares at it like she’s never seen a fucking dick in person before, but I know she has. Even knowing that, the innocently fascinated look she’s shooting my cock still makes me swell even larger. She’s so fucking beautiful, all big eyes and waves of blonde hair tumbling down her back.

Starting at the base she licks all the way to the top. She stares at the precum dripping from my tip for a second before tentatively rubbing her lips over it. Mouth glistening with my cum she looks up at me and licks her fucking lips, her eyes rolling closed like my taste is heavenly to her or something. It’s the single most erotic thing a chick has ever done to my cock and I fight the urge to shove in her mouth. The sight of her on her knees in front of me as she licks at my dick like a fucking kitten, is killing me.

Finally her eyes lock on mine as she opens wide and closes her mouth over the head of my cock, slowly sliding down until she gags. She sucks her way back up my cock only to reverse the process. She does it again and again gripping my thighs harder every time her throat closes up over my cock and I have to fight back my need to come. I notice new honey on her thighs and realize it’s making her hot. Gagging on my cock is turning her on.

Fisting my hand in her hair I start fucking her mouth. Every couple of thrusts I hold her down on my length as she moans and claws at my thighs. “That’s right princess, suck daddy’s cock real good,” I encourage.  

Her moans are vibrating up my dick, and she’s sucking me so hard my eyes roll back. Her back teeth keep scraping over the head of my dick and I don’t even care. I’m lost in a haze, fucking the most perfect mouth. I hold her down over my cock and instead of gagging, she swallows me down, her throat working me over. I can’t hold back as she swallows again and again. I pump hard into her mouth and cum down her throat.

I’m still semi hard as she sucks off my tip with a pop. A shiver is going down my spine at the move when she places a dainty kiss to my dick. It startles a chuckle out of me, the move is so sweet and unexpected.

“You’re a surprise, Candi Dawson,” I say running a finger down the side of her face.

She shyly peeks up at me from under her lashes. “I’m not quite sure what to make of you, myself, Hank Buchannan,” she says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. 

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AMAZON

AMAZON UK

ARe

NOOK

SMASHWORDS

KOBO

Candi

The men in my family are gamblers, cheats, and thieves. They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. It’s the Dawson way. My oldest brother was killed for sticking to that tradition.

I refuse to let that happen to my little brother. He’s all I have in this world and I’ll do anything to save him.

His debts are now mine, and I always pay my debts.

Now if a certain ape leader would get out of my way, things would go much more smoothly.

Hank

I swore never to return to Texas. But here I am, wading neck deep into shit creek. I’m not even getting paid for this crap.

And Candi? She has more secrets than sense and represents everything I try to avoid. I’m not sure how I got tangled up with her in the first place. I have no business getting involved with a woman like her. She needs to be saved from herself.

I don’t have a white knight complex, and this girl needs a savior. I can’t be that guy.


*Author's Note: Candi's Debt is an erotic romance novel that includes explicit sex, spanking, BDSM elements, anal play, and anal sex. If such material offends you, this book may not be for you.

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“If you reach back, I’ll double your punishment”

Renee Rose is here to share a little something from her new book, I'm pretty in love with!

Hi Aubrey!!

Thanks so much for having me today!  Thank you so much for having me today to talk about my first sci-fi, The Hand of Vengeance.  The book gets its name from the hero, Blade Vengeance.  The rebels use code phrases when using their communications units and his identifier is: The hand of vengeance strikes. Obviously, I love the double entendre of having that in a spanking romance! :)  

In The Hand of Vengeance, The heroine is a doctor on a humanitarian mission from Earth. When she’s kidnapped by the rebels to perform a difficult surgery, their airship is shot down and she’s stranded in a canyon with Blade. She doesn’t know anything about living in the wild, so she’s forced to rely on the intimidating warrior for survival.

I’m sharing a caning scene from The Hand of Vengeance today.

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“Are you going to keep your arms tucked under you like that, or shall I tie your wrists?”

She hadn’t even realized she’d pulled her forearms underneath her torso, as if to hug herself for comfort.

She licked her lips to moisten them. “I’ll keep them tucked.” Her voice sounded hoarse.

“If you reach back, I’ll double your punishment. It’s for your own safety. Are you sure you don’t need help?”

It was silly, but she took a little satisfaction in the fact that he still cared about her hands even now that the surgery on his people’s president had been completed. “I won’t reach.” She cared about her fingers, too.

Even so, she found herself grasping her own wrists when the first swish of the reed came down to keep her hands from flying back. The cane left a line of fire burning across her buttocks. It hurt. It hurt so badly, it made her want to run from the room. It took a solid three seconds before she could exhale the breath she’d gasped. Blade seemed to be waiting for her to recover, because he didn’t deliver the next stroke until she had.

The next one came down below the first, just as excruciating. She panted into the fine-fibered bedcover, wishing the punishment were over. How many strokes would he give her? Could she take it?

The swish of the reed slicing through the air again reached her ears a split second before the third line of pain erupted across her backside. Her brain began to fog.

He struck her with the crop again. On the fifth stroke, without any conscious thought, she surged up, crawling onto the bed, away from him.

“Back in position.”

She froze in place, the room silent save for the rasping of her breath. He wanted her to willingly place herself back in position. She couldn’t seem to move—she didn’t want to go back there, didn’t want to be whipped any more. She should have opted to be tied up—it would have been easier that way.

Now he was asking her to go back of her own volition, just as she’d stripped and bent over the bed and offered her ass up for his caning of her own accord.

“Please...Blade.”

He didn’t speak, but she felt something from him. Some deep emotion—not anger. Something else. Anguish, perhaps. His breath sounded raspy now, too. When he still didn’t answer, she found herself backing up, putting her feet back on the ground and presenting her welted, quivering cheeks for further punishment.

“Is it too late to ask you to tie me up?”

He didn’t speak, but grasped one wrist, then the other, bending them into the small of her back. He held them caged in his large palm, his touch gentle but firm.

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Blurb:

The Hand of Vengeance

On a humanitarian mission to the war-torn planet Jesel, Dr. Lara Simmons is used to dealing with lack of supplies, power outages and the constant earthquakes that afflict the planet. But when she's captured by the rebels who need her to perform a life-saving surgery, she finds herself in a situation her medical training didn't prepare her for.

When the airship is blown out of the sky, she ends up in the Jeselian wilderness with no one to rely on but Blade Vengeance, an enormous tattooed rebel warrior. Dominant and unyielding, he doesn't hesitate to take her in hand when she disobeys the rules he lays out for her. Yet she soon learns he also knows how to deliver pleasure--with a passion she's never before experienced.

Blade finds the doctor from Earth sexy as hell, especially when she's giving him attitude, but once he delivers her to headquarters, he tries to pull back from her allure. Known for single-handedly starting the revolution and freeing many of his people, his life is one of hardship, slavery and war. Going soft on a woman isn't part of his plan, especially with the final strike of the revolution so close. But when he sends Lara back to Earth to keep her safe during the upcoming battle, he inadvertently delivers her into enemy hands. Can he find and save her from the revolution he caused?

Publishers Note: This story contains spanking and explicit sex scenes, including anal penetration. If such subject matter offends, do not buy this book.

About Renee Rose

#1 BEST SELLING AUTHOR IN PARANORMAL EROTICA!

Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes romance novels centered around her favorite kink: spanking. She has won Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical Romance, is often found on the list of Amazon's Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.

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"Careful, little girl.." #ScintillatingSunday

 Welcome to Scintillating Sunday where erotic and romance authors showcase eight scintillating words, sentences, or paragraphs from their work. 

Being in debt to a man who can and will kill you is bad enough...but being in debt to a man who thinks you need a keeper is a whole other pain in the...

~Candi~ 

When Hank’s towering form leans over the desk I fight the urge to shrink back in my seat. Why won’t he just stalk off like the lumbering beast he is? He looks like he’s about to breathe fire. His cheeks are flushed as red as his beard and his eyes are shooting sparks. The muscles in his forearms are flexing like he’s holding himself back from grabbing me as he braces himself on the desk. Hell if I don’t notice he is all kinds of sexy angry.

“Careful, little girl.” The deep rumble of his voice is taunting. “You don’t want to be put over daddy’s knee again, do you?”

All I can do is huff my indignation, my mouth opening and closing like a fish, as my mind blanks and my panties flood remembering the last time I was over his lap. 


LINKS 

AMAZON

AMAZON UK

ARe

NOOK

SMASHWORDS

KOBO

Candi

The men in my family are gamblers, cheats, and thieves. They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. It’s the Dawson way. My oldest brother was killed for sticking to that tradition.

I refuse to let that happen to my little brother. He’s all I have in this world and I’ll do anything to save him.

His debts are now mine, and I always pay my debts.

Now if a certain ape leader would get out of my way, things would go much more smoothly.

Hank

I swore never to return to Texas. But here I am, wading neck deep into shit creek. I’m not even getting paid for this crap.

And Candi? She has more secrets than sense and represents everything I try to avoid. I’m not sure how I got tangled up with her in the first place. I have no business getting involved with a woman like her. She needs to be saved from herself.

I don’t have a white knight complex, and this girl needs a savior. I can’t be that guy.


*Author's Note: Candi's Debt is an erotic romance novel that includes explicit sex, spanking, BDSM elements, anal play, and anal sex. If such material offends you, this book may not be for you.

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~Getting Caught~All About Sexy #MySexySaturday

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday, where romance and erotic authors share seven sexy words, sentences, or paragraphs. This week we're All About Sexy.

Getting caught talking to yourself is embarrassing. It's even more embarrassing if it's the morning after a one-night-stand, and you're caught hiding out in the bathroom, giving yourself a naked pep-talk.

   

    She blushed to her hairline, turning three shades of red from being caught talking to herself. For a moment she looked like she wanted to find a good hole to hide in. She quickly gathered herself and squared her shoulders. “Caleb, I'm glad you're here,” she said, making him quirk a brow. “I don't think we should do this.” She waved a hand indicating the two of them. “Last night was nice—”

    Nice? That made him lose some of his humor. “It had been better than nice from my end,” he said casually.

    He sized up his prey from the tips of her little pink toes, to the top of her pretty head, and every glorious inch in between. “There is just something about you, kitten. Watching you flush all over.” She flushed a little just from him saying it. “The feel and sight of you coming.” He palmed his growing erection as he stalked toward her. Her eyes rounded as she took in his cockstand, unconsciously licking her lips. Her adorable reaction only made him harder. He had to smile when she backed up only to find she was already pressed against the counter.

   “You know what I'm thinking about right now?” he asked. She shook her head, her eyes again taking in his impressive erection before going back to his face. “I'm thinking about that little pink plug nestled between your cheeks last night, right where I wanted to bury myself while I spanked your ass.”

    She audibly swallowed as he caged her in. Making sure she felt every inch of him.

    “Caleb, like I was saying,” she breathlessly choked out. “About last night, it was—”

    “Nice. I heard you.” He fisted a hand in her silky auburn hair, tilting her head back so she looked him right in the eyes. “I just figured if you could call it nice, I did it wrong.”

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AMAZON  AMAZON UK   NOOK 

BLUSHING BOOKS

ARe

SMASHWORDS

Moving halfway across the country to work part-time at a ranch had been a rash decision on Yankee city girl, Kat Martin's part. She understood that. She had just needed to get away from her pesky mom and older sister telling her what she should be doing with her life. She had no idea her bold move was going to put her in close proximity to her one and only one-night-stand, Caleb McCrae.

Kat may not know what she wants to do with her life but she does know she needs to stay well away from sexy neanderthal Caleb, who had strutted into her life and ripped her pants off.

Caleb is officially done with military life and is ready to settle down. He's bought a stake in the ranch he grew up working at and is building a beautiful house. Now all he has to do is wrangle the one that got away. Kat Martin has been haunting his thoughts and steaming up his dreams ever since she skipped out on him after one of the hottest nights of his life. She may be giving him the cold shoulder now, but he knows just how to heat her up.

Warning: Contains one crystal ball reading mama, one gal with commitment issues and a sassy mouth, and one cowboy that believes his belt was meant for more than holding up his pants.

*Author's Note: Taming Kat is an erotic romance novel that includes explicit sex, spanking, BDSM elements, anal play, and anal sex. If such material offends you, this book may not be for you.

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~Getting to the Good Part~ #ScintillatingSunday

Welcome to Scintillating Sunday, where authors share eight scintillating words, sentences, or paragraphs from their stories. This week I'm sharing from my erotic romance Taming Kat.   

 

“You're so wet, kitten. I haven't even gotten to the good part.”

    The shiver that ran through her body had nothing to do with the cold. His voice was dark and smoky, and his fingers were wicked in their torture. He was lighting a fire that was warming her inside out.

    He sat back on his heels and her mouth watered at the sight of his hard cock pressed against the front of his pants. He began slowly unbuckling his belt. No one could have paid her enough to take her eyes off the strip of leather as it slid through every loop. The bottom dropped out of her stomach at the thought of what he was going to do with that belt. She had only been spanked with his hand. She wasn't sure if she could handle being strapped by a belt.

    When he tilted her chin up, her focus was once again on his face. He wore a wicked grin that looked particularly menacing with his face shadowed by the night. “You want to feel the sting of my belt, kitten?” he asked, like he could read her thoughts. He folded the belt and pulled it tight, making a sudden snapping sound.

    She jumped. Her mouth suddenly felt dry and she knew she was staring at him with wide eyes. The smacking sound of the belt had sent electric sizzles down all the way down to her toes and back up, awaking every nerve ending in her body.

    He chuckled as he looped the belt behind her neck to pull her into a hungry kiss. She let go of the blanket to grab the front of his jacket. She felt wanton as she rubbed her breasts against the coarse fabric, tantalizing herself, before he pulled back tsking.

    He pried her fingers off his coat, nipping her bottom lip and making her whimper.

    “Naughty kitten. I think you were trying to claw me.”


LINKS

AMAZON  AMAZON UK   NOOK 

BLUSHING BOOKS

ARe

SMASHWORDS

Moving halfway across the country to work part-time at a ranch had been a rash decision on Yankee, city girl Kat Martin's part. She understood that. She had just needed to get away from her pesky mom and older sister telling her what she should be doing with her life. She had no idea her bold move was going to put her in daily close proximity to her one and only one-night stand, Caleb McCrae.

Kat may not know what she wants to do with her life but she does know she needs to stay well away from sexy neanderthal Caleb, who had strutted into her life and ripped her pants off.

Caleb is officially done with military life and is ready to settle down. He's bought a stake in the ranch he grew up working at and is building a beautiful house. Now all he has to do is wrangle the one that got away. Kat Martin has been haunting his thoughts and steaming up his dreams ever since she skipped out on him after one of the hottest nights of his life. She may be giving him the cold shoulder now, but he knows just how to heat her up.

Warning: Contains one crystal ball reading mama, one gal with commitment issues and a sassy mouth, and one cowboy that believes his belt was meant for more than holding up his pants.

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~Our Sexy Date~ #MySexySaturday

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday! This week's theme is Our Sexy Date, and as soon as I saw the theme I thought of one particular scene from my erotic romance, Mimi Mine. When Mason takes too long to ask Mimi out, she takes matters into her own hands and makes a date with a man she's met online.

What's a man to do when the woman he wants goes out on a date with another man? Offer to baby sit her kid and make things as awkward as possible for all involved, of course.

She gave herself the critical eye as she turned this way and that in the full length mirror before discarding her red fuck-me pumps and silver dangle earrings. There was a fine line between Mason thinking she looked sexy and giving Craig the wrong idea.

Only a week ago she would have loved if Craig got the wrong idea. The wrong idea would have been the right idea. Now, thanks to Mason, she was having to shelf her transition guy. Sex for the sake of sex was no longer that appealing. It looked like the celibacy streak was living on.

When she finally emerged from her room she wore her moderately sexy black dress, plain black pumps and conservative silver dewdrop earrings. Her hair fell around her shoulders.

Mason and Zeke were both behind the counter in the kitchen facing her. It was strange having a man in her apartment. The space seemed smaller with him in it. Mason wore her Chef apron and Zeke wore his matching Little Chef apron. Her heart turned over and she suddenly wished she were staying here. What was she doing, going out with another man when the perfect one was in her kitchen right now?

“You look beautiful,” Mason said. His gaze heated her blood as he slowly scanned her from head to toe.

She thought he looked pretty damn good himself. He was wearing a navy blue t-shirt under her apron and it stretched over his chiseled shoulders. He was in really good shape for a man that sat behind a desk all day.

“Craig is going to love you in that dress,” he said pointedly. And there it was, like a glass of cold water thrown in her face. The reason why she was going out with mediocre Craig. Her perfect man was also an idiot. Disappointment spiked through her and she suddenly wished she had worn the fuck-me heels just to spite him.


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AMAZON

AMAZON UK

SMASHWORDS 

ARe 

NOOK

KOBO 

BLUSHING BOOKS  

 

Mason Coleman hasn't been living. He’s been existing day to day. Ever since an accident took his family, he’s thrown himself into proving he deserved to survive. Now, ten years later, he’s built a multi-million dollar business, but has nothing to show for his personal life.

He’s ready to feel alive again, and he knows just the woman to help him. Too bad she’s his employee. She also carries secrets that are about to shake everything he thought he knew about women.

Being a single mother has not afforded Mimi Westfall many dating opportunities. In fact, she’s pretty sure Mr. Right took a wrong turn somewhere, and she’s destined to live a life devoted to her showerhead.

When her fantasies about her delectable boss commanding her and putting her over his desk to spank her naughty bottom start happening for real, she’s not sure if she should thank her lucky stars or run for the hills.

Warning: Contains one heroine that loves spanking fiction, a hero with a new found fetish, and two kooky cousins who bring new meaning to bad relations.

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