#MySexySaturday ~Candi's Debt #Sexy On the Run #EroticRomance

 

Welcome to this week's My Sexy Saturday, Sexy on the Run.

This week marks the one year anniversary of my book Candi's Debt! To celebrate, Candi's Debt is now ON SALE and is available on Kindle Unlimited!

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Candi is in trouble. Hell, her life is trouble. And now the one person she didn't want involved in her mess is neck deep, along side her.

Excerpt: *edited to remove spoilers*

Candi

“Look, I’m an asshole," he says.

“No arguments here.” 

This time when he grabs my face he gets right down in mine so I have nowhere but at him to look. His eyes are blazing, intense. “I’m just pissed that I could have helped you, but you didn’t even give me a chance.” 

“Good to know,” I say, but he continues like I didn’t say anything. 

“I’m pissed because your shitty family put you in this position in the first place. I’m pissed because you felt you had to do this on your own, because that’s the only option you’ve ever had. Had anything happened to you, it would have haunted me for the rest of my damned life.” 

I try to sniff back my tears, but they still spill over onto my cheeks. When he wipes them away it makes me cry even more. “Why do you care, Hank? Why the hell should you care what happens to me when obviously no one else gives a shit?” 

His face softens and he shakes his head, unsure. “I don’t know. It’s you. I think I was meant to be the man who cares about you. The one who will always be there for you. I never wanted to slay anyone’s dragons, but I’d slay dragons for you.” 

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

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.

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Callie's Daddy by Mary Wehr

 Blurb:

 

Twenty-six-year-old Callie Shaw has needed a father figure in her life for many years, and when she meets Brandon Clay she wonders if she might have found the man to fill that role at last. Though he spoils her and loves her dearly, Brandon is not a man to be trifled with, and when Callie lies to him and puts herself in danger she soon finds herself bent over her new daddy’s lap for a stinging spanking on her bare bottom.

Though he does not hesitate to chastise her firmly when she misbehaves, Brandon never fails to hold Callie in his arms when her punishment is over, and his strict but loving discipline ignites a fire in her which can only be quenched by surrendering her body to his masterful lovemaking. But is she truly prepared to trust her daddy to do what is best for her, even when she has been really naughty and she knows that the spanking she has coming is one she will never forget?

Publisher’s Note: Callie’s Daddy is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Super Hot Excerpt:

Brandon leaned over her and licked the shell of her ear. “Your skin is so nice and pink. Tell me, does my dirty girl want a good ramming from her daddy?” Broad fingers played with her labia.

She pushed back against his touch. “Oh, yes, Daddy Brand, ram me good, please,” she panted, rubbing her nipples against the cool cherry wood. She heard him loosening his trousers, but couldn’t wait and inched her way to the end of the desk, intent on humping the rounded corner. A slap landed squarely on her sore ass.

“Are you trying to hump my desk, dirty girl?” He pushed a finger deep inside her pussy. She groaned, rising on her tiptoes for more. “Hmm, how wet you are.” He added another finger, scraping in and out her sensitized flesh. Callie stuck out her buttocks and mewled. “You like when daddy fingers your pussy, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes, it feels so good.” She ground her hips. “Daddy, I want more. I want something bigger and harder in there.”

He pulled out his fingers nice and slow and, from the corner of her eye she saw him raise them to his nose. “You smell so sweet and good. I’ll give you something hard, but first I want to taste you. Would you like daddy’s tongue between your legs?”

Callie wasted no time in flipping over on her back.

Brandon chuckled. “Now that’s an order you have no trouble following.”

“Nope.” She set her feet flat on the desk and parted her knees. “Lick me, daddy. I ache so.” She burned hot as his sizzling gaze roamed slowly over that part of her that wept for his attention.

“Show daddy where you ache, Callie mine.”

Callie’s hand shook slightly as she touched herself between her legs. “Right here.” Using her other hand, she spread the folds of her sex.

Brandon stared at her, his eyes deepening to a darker blue. “Your delicate pink flower belongs to daddy.” His tongue fluttered along the length of her inner thighs, making her squirm. He kissed the swollen bud. “Come for me. Give daddy your special cream from that sweet little cunt.”

Callie writhed and moaned as his mouth latched onto her flesh. He slid both hands beneath her buttocks, lifting her higher, and buried his face between her legs. She grabbed onto his forearms and bucked against his mouth. It felt as if his tongue was licking her everywhere at the same time. He nipped her clit then lapped at the bite, soothing the area with long licks as he worked his way down to her dark hole. He tongued her there. Once. Twice. Callie’s breath came short and fast. Brandon moved his way back up to her entrance and covered her opening with his mouth. His tongue slipped inside and her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm.

Brandon grabbed hold of her hips. “Daddy’s going to give it to you good.” He drove himself inside her and she cried out. It didn’t take long for her to match his thrusts. “I’ll punish this sweet wet pussy of yours so you’ll think twice about showing off what’s mine. I’ll teach you who’s in charge.” She moaned in reply.

“Daddy, that special feeling is coming again.” Her breath quickened.

“Just let it come, princess. Let your daddy pleasure you one more time.”

Author Bio:

Mary lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and a variety of pets inside the house and outside. Critters are always running around in her backyard looking for food. Being outside and surrounded by nature is her favorite pastime. She loves to read and write romances with strong stern heroes and sassy, feisty ladies. She writes Historical Westerns and Contemporary romances. ‘Callie’s Daddy’ is her first Ageplay romance.

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Ageplay, It's All in the Costuming

Costuming for Ageplay

by Renee Rose 

 Because the hero and heroine of Her Hollywood Daddy are both actors, I play quite a bit with the notion that ageplay is really just theater.  They don’t have a script, but they improvise with a character.  It becomes a source of the conflict in the book, because Joel isn’t sure how much Marissa embraces being his Little and how much is just about acting out a part.

I grew up performing, not as an actor, but as a professional dancer, and I love all things theater.  So of course, costuming in this book was of utmost interest to me. How should I dress my Little? I decided to send them out shopping for some of my favorite ideas:

“Come on, we’re going to a juice bar, and then shopping.”

“For my Little clothes?” she asked, looking eager.

“Yes. Vegas is the perfect place to find every sort of costume under the sun. And I have quite a few I’ve been picturing you in.”

“Is one of them a Catholic school girl?”

His cock thickened as his brain produced an image of her bent over his desk with her panties down. “Certainly. Along with Little Bo Peep, Alice in Wonderland, and footie pajamas with a drop bottom in case I need to spank you before bed.”

“What should I wear to go shopping?”

“Mmm. I can’t really get enough of your short shorts. I’d like to see them with some tube socks and rollerskates and a halter top.”

“And pigtails?”

“Of course.”

She hopped out of the bed, then stopped. “Daddy, may I please take a shower now?”

He smiled. “No. Daddy’s going to give his little girl a bath this morning. I need to inspect your little body.” He swung his legs off the bed and stopped to pick her up, hoisting her to his hip. She made it easy for him, knowing just when to jump and wrapping her legs around his waist to support her weight. He carried her into the bathroom and started the water running. “Hop in, little girl,” he said, patting her bottom.

She stepped in the tub, lowering herself to sit and then lie back. She’d lost the seductiveness she’d shown in their first few encounters. Now it seemed she’d dropped fully into her Little self. She looked up at him with a giddy pleasure, as if nothing pleased her more than splashing in the bath. “Are you coming in, Daddy?” she asked, batting her eyelashes.

“No. Daddy’s going to wash and inspect his baby girl.” He picked up a washcloth and soaked it. He brought it to her neck, dragging it over the slope of her shoulder and down her arm, massaging each finger as he reached her hand. He repeated the action on the other side, then rubbed the terry cloth over her nipples.

She giggled and moved away as if he’d tickled her. “Daddy,” she protested.

He made his face into a frown. “Rissa,” he said in a warning tone. “A spanking on a wet bottom would not be a nice way to start the day, and then I’d have to give you that enema, too.”

She immediately went still, her large eyes blinking and obedient. “Okay. Sorry, Daddy.”

“That’s right. When Daddy wants to touch his baby girl, she must give herself without complaint.”
            “Okay, Daddy,” she said, looking shy.

He rolled the pebbled tip of one nipple between his finger and thumb as he rubbed the other with the washcloth. When she jerked, he tightened his grip on her nipple, pinching it and pulling it.

She gasped and leaned forward to follow the movement, her expression alarmed.

He smiled. “That’s a good girl.” He released her nipple and she fell back, panting. He resumed with the washcloth, stroking every inch of her.

Her Hollywood Daddy

Hollywood starlet Marissa Sparks’ career teeters on the brink of implosion. Her mansion is nearly under foreclosure, her rockstar boyfriend left her for a supermodel, and her habits of partying all night, drinking to excess and taking prescription drugs get her fired from her current picture. Her only hope is to convince Joel Sutherland, her co-star and one of the movie’s producers to give her another chance.

Joel knows Marissa has talent and a sweet, submissive nature, but believes her mother and sister are a terrible influence. All she needs is a strict daddy to take her in hand and give her some firm over-the-knee discipline and loving guidance. When she shows up at his door begging for his help, he agrees to advocate for her return to the movie on one condition: she must move in with him and live as his Little until filming is complete.

Marissa submits to Joel’s dominance and seems to thrive under his structure and protection, but he isn’t sure if it’s all a ploy to stay in the movie. She is, after all, a talented actress and could be faking everything. At the end of filming, she might just pick up and walk out his front door, taking his heart with her.

Publisher's Note:  This book contains elements of ageplay, including spanking and erotic sex scenes.

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Renee Rose / Darling Adams is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink.

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