Friday, June 26, 2015

Never Lie to a Highlander- Shared by the Highlanders




I love the humor and characters in Ashe Barker's historical spanking romances and I'm excited to have her visiting today! She's sharing a wicked excerpt from her new spanking romance, Shared by the Highlanders. It had me giggling as well as getting hot.


What's better than getting your lovely bottom chastised by a strapping Highlander? Well, getting strapped by two strapping Highlander's, of course! 


"You'll do as you're told, lass. Which brings us to the next matter we need to address."  Robbie glances around, his gaze coming to rest on a small stone building about hundred yards from us. Beside it stands a sturdy oak tree, already tall enough to be spreading its branches over the solid looking roof. He turns to Will. "That should do fine, do you think? That bough sticking out to the side?"


Will nods. "Good choice. Best sling a blanket over it though. We don't want her getting all scratched, after all. Striping her arse is punishment enough I reckon."


"What? What are you talking about?" I so do not like the sound of this. Any discussion of my arse and punishment surely heralds disaster.


As Will peers into his saddlebag, presumably in search of the blanket he mentioned, Robbie continues the explanation."Well, lass, there's the matter of honesty. And truth, you understand. We set high store by it, and we will have it from you. Always. And from your argumentative tone I daresay your obedience is soon to become an issue too. It's time for you to learn what the consequences will be when you lie to us, or if you fail to obey an instruction. With luck, and if you prove to be a fast learner, it may not be necessary to administer another punishment spanking for some time. But right now, we have no real alternative."

"Spanking! No way. You are not spanking me."


Robbie grins, his expression unrepentant. And determined. "We are, lass. Right here and now. See yonder oak beside the stock shelter there? You'll be bent over the branch that stretches out to the side, your wrists and ankles tied together to make sure you don't shift from where we place you. You'll be naked of course, your arse tilted up for easy reach. Then you'll take six strokes of the switch. From each of us."


"No! No, you can't do that. That would be... it would be - assault."


"Aye, you could call it that I daresay, since you'll not be acquiescent by the sound of things. Don't look so stricken lass, it'll soon be done with and we can all be on our way."


"You promised I wouldn't be hurt. Last night, you said that."


"I think what we actually promised was that we would do you no harm. And we won't. A little firm discipline though, now that's another matter entirely. I've yet to meet the woman whose disposition was not the better for a well administered paddling. And most are truly thankful for it too, in the fullness of time of course."



Blurb:


After she becomes lost in a thick mist while hiking near the borders of Scotland, Charlene Kelly is shocked to encounter two men on horseback. To her horror, the pair—both of whom are dressed in Scottish tartans—accost her and won’t let her go. Though the men speak with accents so strong they seem to come from another era, Charlene is able to gather that they believe she is a thieving boy. 

Unsure what else to do, Charlene plays along.

When Will Sinclair and Robbie MacBride discover that their captive is in fact a woman—and quite a beautiful one at that—there is only one thing to be done. She must be punished for her deception, and punished thoroughly. A switch applied to her bare bottom does the job well, and soon enough the two men are comforting Charlene as she nurses her bright red, sore backside.

Upon learning that the highlanders are hand-carrying an important message from Elizabeth of England to the court of Mary, Queen of Scots, it finally dawns on Charlene that she is no longer in her own time. Though she is desperate to find a way home, Will and Robbie are both unlike any man she has ever met, and their unabashed dominance awakens in her a powerful need to submit. Soon enough, she finds herself blushing with shame and quivering with desire as she is taken long and hard by two rugged highlanders at once. But can these hardened warriors keep her safe from the perils of a world far more dangerous than the one she left behind?

Publisher’s Note: Shared by the Highlanders is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including threesomes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.



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I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.

I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

When not writing – which is not very often these days - my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 

I have twenty four (at the last count) titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too. Strong, demanding Doms are a given, often paired with new submissives who have a lot to learn.

I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.

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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Behind the Locked Door- Viola's Heart Strings



I'm happy to have Jaye Peaches visiting me again. She's got a fabulous new book that's just come out. This excerpt she's sharing had me gasping in delight. And I have to say, this cover is just beautiful!  

Thank you, Aubrey, for having me visit. I’ve brought along a short excerpt from my latest book, Viola’s Heart Strings, a Victorian spanking romance. Viola has recently married baronet Sir Anton and now lives in a large mansion. Some of the rooms are locked and she is desperate to know what lies inside. Stealing her husband’s keys, she is on a mission to find out.

The bunch contained a dozen keys of many dimensions and styles. It took Viola several attempts to find the right one for the hole. Her shaking hands didn’t help her and when the door opened, she was relieved it didn’t emit a ghostly creak.

Before her a long corridor. In the dim light cast from the bedchamber’s oil lamp, she could make out a window at the far end of the corridor. Shuttered, like all of the rooms facing out on this side of the house, there was no daylight. Lighting a candle, she slowly walked down the corridor until she reached the shutter. They were bolted shut. She slid back the rusty bolt and opened the shutters to let a modicum of hazy sunlight into the corridor.

She viewed the white washed walls and the oak wooden floorboards; nothing else adorned the corridor except candlestick holders. Leading off the corridor were five white doors. Reaching for the handle, she opened the first door to her left and as she expected it led into a stairwell. The tower rose above her head and the narrow winding staircase ascended to the observation point. Downstairs would be the back staircase to the lower floors. The stairwell was dark and damp with a musty smelling draught.

Shutting the door, Viola turned and tried the door to her left. The candle fluttered slightly and she held the candlestick holder tightly with her fingers. Turning the doorknob, the catch clicked and the door moved. Pushing gently, she opened it and held up her light.

Viola gasped. She hadn’t expected to see what she did: a wooden post, and attached to the upper portion, leather cuffs for ensnaring wrists. About the room there were several mirrors on the walls. Was this a whipping post? She remembered one night, clinging to the bedpost while Anton had taken her from behind. Her raucous cries as she came had driven him to a rapid completion. Far from hating the position, she yearned for him to repeat the act.

Viola held the flickering candle up and came face to face with herself in a mirror—her skin had paled. She knew exactly who had been tied to the post in the past—Margot.


Blurb

After a chance meeting, young Viola Pritchard finds herself married to the enigmatic Sir Anton Valise. The innocent Viola falls fast for her new husband. She loves him and only wishes to please him and be the wife he wishes her to be. She's surprised to find that she craves Anton's passionate and dominant lovemaking, and even lusts for him to take her in more erotic ways.

Determined not to repeat mistakes from his past, Anton tries to keep Viola at a distance. Her sweet submission and unflagging loyalty prove to be his weakness. The baronet introduces rules to ensure his new wife will remain obedient, not trusting that her intentions could be so pure. 

When Viola discovers a series of secret rooms and a diary left behind by Anton's late wife, she unearths a chilling mystery. With tension between the couple rising, Anton and Viola's relationship reaches a crisis point. Can Viola crack the armor around her baronet's safely guarded heart? 


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Thursday, June 18, 2015

Double Punishments-Spanking Sci-fi



 I'm thrilled to have Casey Mckay over today sharing a bit from her first ever sci-fi!!

Thanks for having me over Aubrey! I'm excited to talk about my new release His Rebellious Queen. It's the first time I delved into the sci-fi genre—I was a little nervous at first, but it turned out to be really fun to write!


One thing that remained the same is His Rebellious Queen is still a spanking romance, so I had the same dilemma I face when writing any spanking romance: how do you write a defiant woman, but still make her okay with submitting to her alpha male?


It's always a tricky situation. You don't want your hero to seem to harsh, and while you want your heroine to be the perfect combination of sassy and independent, you don't want her to be a bitch either.


In this scene, Astor is ready to punish his wife for her attitude and defiance. He has an advantage that he can read her feelings (if only every man could), so while Lyra's mouth is saying one thing, her feelings are definitely saying another.



"That is not how it happened and you know it!" she shouted at him.

He shot to his feet, “You will not shout at me, nor anyone else. Is that clear?” he asked, towering over her slight form.

She lifted her chin, jutting it out in that defiant way and gave him a slight nod.

“That is not an answer.”

“Yes,” she hissed at him.

Grabbing her upper arm he propelled her forward and pushed her to bend over his desk, he landed two hard smacks to her covered bottom before he even knew what he was doing.

"I said yes!" she protested as he pressed her into the desk and hitched up the back of her skirts. "Astor, please!"

He held her skirts bunched up in his fist in the small of her back. His hand smoothed over her creamy flesh which peeked out from behind her lace underthings. Feeling her fear gave him pause, he did not want her to be afraid of him, but something else mixed into her trepidation. Guilt? Remorse? Something akin to that. Perhaps she wanted this. She put up a fight to stop him, but some part of her brain was firing off different signals.

He pulled her to stand and instantly felt her fear subside. Leading her to a corner of his study he pressed her nose into the juncture of the walls, then guided her hands back to hold her bunched up skirts. "Hold these, do not let them drop," he ordered. She glanced at him, her eyes going wide, but obeyed his command. He yanked the black lace covering her bottom down to her knees and she gasped. "Stand here and think about why you need me to spank you."

"I don't," she retorted, but it lacked conviction.

"Then convince me that I don't," he said. "But be careful, if you don't win your argument I will double the punishment I already have in mind." She turned to glare at him as he walked back to his chair. He whirled his finger in the air, signaling for her to turn around. "Face the wall, no moving until I say." Her jaw tightened as she turned her head back to the corner.

His Rebellious Queen blurb

Lyra didn't expect her arranged marriage to be easy. But she also didn't think it was going to be so hard. Moving to a distant planet to become queen was one thing. Learning to take orders from her Alpha, warrior husband was quite another.

Astor knew from the moment he was appointed king there would be no other woman for him. Fulfilling a promise from his past to protect and keep her safe, he claims Lyra as his wife and queen. When she routinely skirts the rules and defies his orders, he realizes he will need to take his feisty wife in hand in the way the Cassians have done for centuries. 

But when a plot for revolution follows the new queen and the secrets they're both keeping become exposed, will Astor be able to convince his rebellious queen that they are on the same side or will Lyra's trust come too little too late?

His Rebellious Queen is a sci-fi romance about love, trust, and starting over.


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Thursday, June 4, 2015

I Made A Sex Tape



Yes, you read that correctly. I made a sex tape. Not by myself. My husband was involved. And I know you're not supposed to make sex tapes. I've seen the movies. I know making a sex tape leads to said tape being switched out with the video your kid made for his science fair project. I know that.

Yet, I still made a sex tape.

I'd been viewing those clips on tumblr--those fantastic porn gifs that are just hot action shots set on repeat-- and it got me thinking; what does my stuff look like in action? What do I look like in action? Sure, this is a question just begging for trouble. This is definitely an experiment that can backfire in a grunting, jiggling, sweaty mess. That was actually what I had prepared myself for.

That's right, I was prepared to be horrified by what I saw on that tape.

As it turns out, when I finally viewed my husband and I's business, in all its functioning glory... I was impressed. And pretty turned on.



Watching the video made me more secure with my body and my vagina than I have ever been in my life. I've always been pretty self conscious about my vagina and never felt it measured up to other women's superior vaginas.

I know that's totally stupid thing to be hung up on. Vaginas are like finger prints. No two vaginas are exactly the same. And my husband, well, let's just say he's a big fan of the thing just the way it is. There's even a whole body positive movement to help women be more secure about their vaginas. Large Labia Project

But I still wasn't happy with mine.

Some women are self conscious about their ass, or tits, or having wide arms. I felt weird about my vagina. Even though a very limited number of people see it on any kind of regular basis, it was my big hangup.

When we hit play on the video I was actually cringing just at the idea of seeing my vag. Then...well...it looked amazing.

I'm not sure if my husband's just really good with the camera or my junk is especially photogenic. Or both.

My goods looked great.

The sex while making the tape wasn't especially wild. I think we were both a little self conscious. There was definitely a hotness factor in recording and knowing we were being recorded, but it wasn't the best sex ever.

What came after we watched the video was however the best sex ever. There was something about it that revved our engines and made us lose all inhibitions in some no-holds-barred-dirty-talking-ass-slapping-tie-me-up-hold-me-down-take-me-against-the-wall-break-the-headboard kind of loving.



After all that we deleted the video. Or at least I did. I hope to hell my husband didn't forward himself a copy that's going to end up being a mass company email.

Fingers crossed.

Luckily, no 'face shots' was my number one ground rule for making the video. So at least no one will know, know, it's me. Right?

Anytime you make a sex tape you're rolling the dice, but now I get the appeal. For me it was worth it. And if the video somehow gets viewed by the PTA instead of the "Magic Moments" video of our kids, at least I know we look good in action.

And no, I'm not sharing my video.


I know. But if you're that hard up to see some hot action you can always check out some tumblr porn. Just be careful. You may find yourself inspired to do something rash, or impractical, like film yourself having sex.