Monday, August 27, 2018

His Innocent Bride by Kryssie Fortune #mystery , #HEA , #Dominance



Media Kit for His Innocent Bride
A stand-alone regency Romance
By Kryssie Fortune

Publisher                  Stormy Night Publications
Release Date           August 18, 2018
Artwork included and attached separately
Genre                         Regency Spanking Romance
Taglines
Consummating her marriage shouldn’t be so hard.
Alethea learns as much about spanking as sex
Does her husband want Alethea dead?

Hashtags
#Regency #spanking #romance #murder #mystery #HEA #Dominance

Publisher’s Blurb
Going about her mundane life in a small fishing village, Alethea never dreamed she would end up with a man like the Earl of Deanswood, yet when she caught the handsome gentleman's eye he wasted no time in making her his wife. Unbeknownst to Alethea, however, her conniving mother has convinced Deanswood that she has no interest in the marital bed. Devastated by his seeming disinterest, Alethea searches for someone to instruct her in the ways of enticing a man.

When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea's plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea's life is threatened by her mother's vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?

Publisher's Note: His Innocent Bride is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.


Author’s Blurb
Consummating her marriage shouldn’t be so hard.
Raised in a dour religious sect, Alethea Allerton dreams of dancing, laughter, and love. She fell for the Earl of Deanswood within five minutes of meeting him. They married by special licence a week later, but he’d rather spend time with his mistress than bed his wife. Alethea has no idea how to seduce her husband. Desperate, she visits a house of ill-repute and hires a tutor. He agrees to meet all the costs as long as she remains blindfold throughout their lessons.
The Earl of Deanswood, a Waterloo veteran, wed Alethea to father an heir. He steps in as her tutor but he teaches her as much about spanking as sex.
Alethea survives an attempt on her life. Circumstances implicate Deanswood, and terrified, she flees London. He pursues her, and when he kisses her, she recognises the touch and taste of him. She’s hurt and humiliated by his deception.
Deanswood sets out to win back her trust. Along the way, he teaches her about ropes, spectators in the bedroom, submission, and sex toys. Only one thing mars their happiness. Someone wants Alethea dead.

Buy links
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Excerpt 
Stonehurst’s eyes shone with mischief. “Your wife came to my establishment earlier. She offered me five guineas to fuck her.”
Deanswood spluttered and almost spat out his brandy. “She did what?”
Stonehurst leaned back and savored a second sip of his wine. “Do you want me to repeat it? After you’ve drawn everyone’s gaze? I didn’t take her money or screw her, of course. Let’s find somewhere to talk.”
Anger turned Deanswood’s features haughty and harsh. Fists curled, he glowered at his friend. Make that former friend. He’d rather beat Stonehurst senseless than talk. “You keep your bloody hands off her.”
All Deanswood had wanted was an heir and a spare. Instead, his wife barred him from her bed—unless a quick screw with no foreplay or kisses once a month counted. He’d rather have stayed single.
He’d dreamed of a wife with a warm smile and sweet nature. Curves that made his mouth water and his palms twitch would be a bonus. Leg-shackling himself to Alethea Allerton was the biggest mistake he’d ever made.
He should have made it clear that he expected to bear his children and submit to the occasional spanking. In return, he’d teach her about passion, bondage, and obedience. Until his mother-in-law collared him in the library, he’d been looking forward to his wedding night. His mother-in-law’s words had kyboshed that.
Stonehurst struggled to contain his laughter. “So, what really happened on your wedding night?”
“It’s none of your business,” Deanswood snapped.
Unabashed, Stonehurst grinned. “Your wife made it my business. Her dress sense is shocking. Is that why you couldn’t perform last night?”
Stonehurst was right. Alethea had involved him in the tangled mess of her marriage. “Did Alethea say I couldn’t… Of course, I could… Damn it, I don’t have to explain myself to you.”
“It might help to talk about it,” Stonehurst suggested.
Deanswood sighed. “Nothing else seems to. After I’d thrown Lady Babs out, my new mother-in-law collared me in the library. She read me an endless lecture on the sins of marital sex. I’d rather take a dressing down from Wellington than endure that again.”
Inwardly, Deanswood fumed. Why the hell had his wife waited until after the ceremony to send her mother to tell him she didn’t want sex? He supposed she was eager to get her grasping hands on his fortune.
When he learned his wife planned to cuckold him, his eyes narrowed and lips thinned in anger. A trip to Gentleman Jackson’s boxing salon beckoned. Going a few rounds with the champion might calm his soul.
Stonehurst’s teasing manner vanished, and he held up both hands, palm out. “I never touched her. We’re attracting too much attention. Walk with me.”
Deanswood had fought alongside Stonehurst in the Peninsular War and again at Waterloo. They’d shared too much to fall out over a woman. That said, Stonehurst enjoyed the earl’s discomfort far too much.



Kryssie Fortune Social Media


Blog            http://kryssiefortune.blogspot.co.uk/
Twitter         https://twitter.com/KryssieFortune
Pinterest      http://bit.ly/1OGFnjc
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Questions and Answers
(Please don’t feel obliged to use them all, or use any.)
1          Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special?
My heroine, Lady Alethea grew up in a remote fishing village on the Kent coast. A strict religious sect holds sway there. They disapprove of everything - singing, dancing, laughing. Even smiling is a sin. Alethea dreams of a happy future not one sent peddling fish. When James, Earl of Deanswood drives his yellow phaeton into the village, he reminds of the Greek God Apollo driving his flaming chariot across the sky. Not that she can admit to knowing Greek Myths in her village. She gives her heart in an instant, but although Deanswood marries her within a week, he doesn’t do the same.

2          Tell us about your hero.
James, Earl of Deanswood never expected to inherit the title. His father and older brother died the same day the battle of Waterloo started. Deanswood enlisted as a boy soldier and although he attained the rank of major, he sold out when he learned of his father’s death. Although it’s never officially stated in the book, he suffers from PTSD.

3          What genre are your books?
I write romance. Any sort. Paranormal or contemporary. His Innocent Bride is my second Regency Romance.
4. What draws you to this genre?
I write the books I like to read. There’s always a strong plot, with lots of adventure. Then there’s the sex. My pet hate is cliff hangers. Even the books in my series can be read as stand-alone romances. Add in that I’m a sucker for a happy-ever-after, and you’ve got my writing style.
5. What is your favorite motivational phrase.
It’s one of Mohamed Ali’s catchphrases. “If my head can conceive it and my heart can believe it, then I can achieve it.”
6           Tell us about your writing process and the way you brainstorm story ideas.
Brainstorm? It’s more like batter them to death with a hammer. I start with a random scene in my head and work out how people got there. Sometimes that one scene doesn’t even make it into the story. Once I’ve got the first draft finished, I edit, and edit, and edit. The first readthrough is to check the plot works. The next three are to polish the words. After that, I print it out and read it again. Words look different on paper. Next, I read it out loud. Then, and only then, do Iet my husband read it. Not that he’s a romance fan, but I’m dyslexic. He sees things I don’t.
After all that, my editor still makes changes.
More about Kryssie Fortune.

Kryssie reads everything and anything, from literary fiction to sizzling romance. Her earliest memory is going to the library with her mother. She can’t have been more than two at the time. Reading, especially when a book’s hot and explicit, is more than a guilty pleasure. It’s an obsession.

Kryssie loves to visit historic sites, from Hadrian’s wall to Regency Bath. The first book she fell in love with was Georgette Heyer’s The Unknown Ajax. After that, she devoured every regency book she could. After a while, they went out of fashion, but part of Kryssie’s psyche lives in in in Regency London. She longs to dance quadrilles and flirt behind fans. Of course, Kryssie’s heroines do far more than flirt.

Kryssie lives in Bridlington on the Yorkshire coast –about thirty miles from Whitby, where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. She enjoys gardening, travel, and socializing with her author friends. You’d be surprised how many erotic romance authors live in the North of England.







Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Saturday, August 25, 2018

Trusting Ingrid by Libby Campbell #secondchance , #HEA , #alphahero




Trusting Ingrid
by
Libby Campbell

Release date: June 14, 2018 by Blushing Books
Genre / keywords: addiction, alcoholism, broken, alpha hero, romance, second chance, erotica
Length: 82,000 words – 280 pages
Buy link – Amazon
Artwork attached separately


·         Warning sirens scream in Ingrid’s head. She silences them.
·    




Ingrid Nickel doesn’t want to go into rehab. Again. She tried it once but it didn’t work.
When she meets Lachlan Morrison, the connection is electric. She sees a handsome man, directing and challenging, who won’t be intimidated by a powerful woman like her. He sees a woman whose bluster and sarcasm is a cover for something deep inside her that is badly broken.
The daughter of a grifter, Ingrid has grown up street-wise and lawless. Lachlan has rescued more than one creature whose bark was worse than its bite.
Will his stern, loving magic work on Ingrid?

Publishers note: Although loosely part of a series, this spicy romance can be read as a stand alone story. It includes scenes of domestic discipline and power exchanges.

Buy link: Amazon




Excerpt:

Ingrid balked. “I think I’ve been pretty productive the past few years. I’ve been the top salesperson in the province. Do you have any idea how much real estate I’ve sold?”
“No and I don’t particularly care either. I’m talking about you learning to develop a moral code, to be the type of person that Glyn and Rachel can invite into their house without having to count the silver before you leave.”
A guilty blush crept over Ingrid at that suggestion. She had already decided not to slip one of their antique silver spoons into her suitcase, but how had Lachlan known she’d even thought about it?
“I’m speaking metaphorically,” he said. “What I mean is that I’d like to be with the sort of woman I can take anywhere and not have to watch what she does when she thinks no one is looking.”
“I don’t know if I can be that woman.”
“I’m sure you can or I wouldn’t be here now. I’ve known someone like you in my past. She was much younger when we got together so she had fewer, less ingrained bad habits to correct. I was also younger and a lot less experienced then. I think I can straighten you out much faster, now.”
“Straighten me out?” Ingrid pursed her lips for a second. “What does that look, taste, and feel like?”
“It looks like you, bare-bottomed, stretched over my knee. It tastes like you eating humble pie when you go back to that cinema tomorrow and apologize for spoiling one of their seats and offer to pay for the cost of cleaning. It feels like my hand falling hard and fast on your upturned derrière.”
Ingrid’s throat turned desert dry, as feelings pinballed through her. She’d have to try to be honest, something she’d never done before. Sure, she was trying to move her life in that direction anyway but now Lachlan would be watching her. He would spank her if she failed. He might give up on her entirely if she wasn’t willing to try.
“So you want to punish me like I’m a recalcitrant child?” she asked.
“To put it plainly yes, if you agree. From where I’m sitting, from everything I know about you, your life was a train wreck last year. Until you’ve got a much stronger moral compass, you obviously need help.” He patted her two clasped hands with his one free one before letting them go.
She sat back, savoring the lingering strength of his touch. Heat rose from her clenching pussy. This was it, the dangerous, exciting aspect of love that she’d been so curious about. It was too late to discuss it with Rachel, to get an overview. She could either jump in and learn firsthand or she could turn her back on the most terrifying, alluring offer anyone had ever made her.




Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell and Blushing Books:

The Romancing the Coast Series
Seeing Ronnie.(Book 1)
Holding Cynthia (Book 2)

A Time For Will

Simon in Charge – 3 book boxset

More about Libby Campbell:

Libby Campbell’s stories celebrate romance with a spicy power exchange. Her women are strong and challenge the powerful men who love them.
Libby has lived all over Canada, but the best decision of her life was when she moved to Australia to marry her leading man. After many years there, they moved back to the Pacific Northwest. They now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.
Libby’s passions are reading and writing. She also loves hiking and an occasional night of dancing.

Connect with Libby Campbell on social media:

Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell
Follow her on Twitter: @LibbyC26

Author Q&A, please use no more than 4 or 5 of the following questions:

Where did Ingrid come from?

Those who have read the Simon in Charge series may remember her as the realtor who sold Simon and Sadie their Vancouver mansion. When she waltzed into that book, sassy and confronting, I had to know more about her. The only way to do that was to write her story.

Was there a particular reason to choose the subject of addiction?

It seemed clear to me from Ingrid’s behaviour in Sadie Says I Do, that she had some deep problems, definitely some that involved alcohol. Plus so many families these days have been touched by the destructive force of substance abuse, I wanted to tell at least one such story with a happy ending.

Ingrid is a lawless sort of character. Is she based on your own experiences?

You mean have I ever broken the law? Hm. I plead the 5th. Can a Canadian do that?

I remember my first speeding ticket though. I was driving home from a friend’s late at night. Dolly Parton’s Joelene, one of my favorite songs, was playing on the radio. The car behind me was driving really close so I sped up. The faster I went, the faster that car went. Right until they put on their lights and sirens.

As to any other breaches of the law, I’m taking the advice of the late, great Ingrid Bergman and reminding myself that happiness is good health and a bad memory.

Trusting Ingrid is longer than any of your other books, isn’t it?

True. Almost twice as long. In fact when I was writing it, I tried to think of ways to shorten it but I couldn’t because Ingrid is a complex, troubled woman from a difficult background. Some stories take longer than others.

Are there any other way that writing this book was different from your others? 

Other than the sheer length of it, the editing process was quite unusual. I was on an extended road trip with my Leading Man when my editor’s comments reached me. We were in Jackson Wyoming in a small, dark motel room with last century wiring. I was feeling physical cramped at the tiny built in desk and wrenched the extension cord to try to get more elbow room. I knocked my water glass which spilled over my computer.

My reflexes were fast and I dried it with a towel and continued to work. Or tried to work.

Ha. Within minutes my keyboard and mouse were useless. My motherboard was fried.

Coincidentally many years ago when the Leading Man was hitchhiking around America, he drowned his camera in the Snake River, not far from where we were staying that night. If we ever go back there, we’re going to be very cautious with all electronics.

How did you recover from that?

Luckily my SSD (solid state drive) was fine. My Leading Man is a computer whiz and I had good back up. He gave me his laptop to continue and I was able to turn this part of the project around fast. That was a good thing. The following three nights we were in Yellowstone National Park. There is very little WiFi there. What’s available is only in the lobby of the buildings and it’s expensive.

Any comments on the title?

Like all the books in this series, it’s meant to have a number of interpretations. Ingrid has to trust herself. Lachlan has to trust her. Ingrid has to learn to trust Lachlan, to trust other people. She’s been a lone wolf her entire life until she meets Lachlan. What he wants from her is a big ask.

We see a lot of what makes your female leads clench. What makes you clench?

Easy – the Leading Man. His voice. His laugh. Looking at his hands when we’re in public and thinking about what they do to me in private. A whispered word to me in public. After all these years, I still like his Australian accent and his often unusual turn of phrase.

But I’m not blind. When a gracious, well-mannered man pays attention to me, I still feel a flirtatious rush, a physical thrill. But it stops there. Attractive R/L men are like the hot male protagonists in a sexy book: things to enjoy in the imagination.

What was your first kiss like?

Disappointing! I was 15 at a Christmas party. Someone had hung mistletoe over the stereo. I forgot it was there and went to adjust the volume of the music. A guy I didn’t like at all came over, wrapped me in a bear hug and kissed me. I remember thinking, ‘Well that’s ruined then. That is now and forever my first kiss.’

At that age, everything was very dramatic to me. I realize now that one disappointment doesn’t spoil what life brings next.

What was your best kiss?

That’s easy: on our first date my husband threated to spank me. That threat made me flush with desire down to my toes, although I tried to act cool.

When we were walking home after that dinner, I was primed and ready for him. He’s a strong lead on the dance floor and as we walked through a park, spun me into his arms and kissed me. I never wanted it to end. So far it hasn’t.

Anita www.anitaphilmar.com