Celebrate Memorial Day - Read Banished - Three Erotic Stories Through #KDP #Free , #shifterRomance

Banished - is 3 book box set is now available in KDP 
Banished Hero by Anita Philmar

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Genre: Paranormal—Shape Shifter’s Romantic Suspense
3 book box set – Banished Hero, Banished Scoundrel, and Banished Witch
Heat Rating: 4 flames
 
Taglines: #paranormal, romance, hot read, shifter royalty, hot read, shapeshifter
 

Banished Hero Blurb:

 

With no memory of her past, Faye Lynn Berton clings to a father, who curses her ability to shape-shift. Yet he revels in using her special skill to scam local villagers. The only freedom she knows comes as she soars through the sky in falcon form. A chance meeting with another changeling turns her world upside down. Beyond satisfying the powerful sexual cravings that follow transformation, he reveals a surprising dimension of sex between their kind… one to unlock the secrets of her soul.

 

Havyn Westmore has questions… Faye Lynn holds the answers. Determined to unravel the mystery of who she might be, he strives to gain her freedom and trust. Teaching her the finer techniques of transformation keeps her close, while sex strengthens their bond. But on the trail of discovery, Havyn must confront his own past. Accused of a heinous crime, he’s banned from his homeland. Now, he’s torn between robbing Faye Lynn of her birthright and a life in Paradise or facing certain execution.

 
 
Tagline—Finding your way can lead you down a twisted path of love, adventure and redemption.
 
 

Banished Scoundrel Blurb:

 
Known scoundrel Jack Avery, “Jacko” must earn the queen’s forgiveness by rescuing her missing daughter from the human world. His sources reveal Princess Noelani is being held by a powerful governor who likes a good game of chance. With twenty borrowed pieces of gold, Jack enters a high-stakes game. Only the lady he encounters is no princess. This pretty Kitty makes him want to hear her purr, but upped the risk of facing certain death for his sins.
 
Under a memory spell, Kitty recalls nothing before a tormentor bought her and offered protection from assassins who would kill her for being a shapeshifter. But he enjoys demanding she morph, then refuses to allow her the sexual release she needs after transformation. However, the crafty card player she’s assigned to “entertain” reveals himself as a kindred spirit—a shapeshifter—and unravels the lies she’s forced to endure.
 
Together, Jack and Kitty risk it all. The prize is freedom, forgiveness, and love. However, the price of failure… death.

 
Tagline—The twist road to redemption can lead to adventure but not without paying a heart wrenching price.
 
 
 
 

Banished Witch Blurb:

 
Enraged, Princess Danella of Ardenia risks leaving her homeland to warn her sweetheart of a discriminating new law against shapeshifters. He could be exiled for war crimes under this unlawful decree. 

Young and unprepared, her attempt is foiled when she is captured by a Finant; half elfin- half giant and sold to a formidable witch. Succumbing to dark sorcery, she finds she can use her new skills to protect her family and track down a traitor.

Burdened by the disappearance of his first love, Omar Mandel is in an endless search until a new lead develops. He rushes in for the rescue only to find a determine adversary who’s unwilling to return home. Fighting her unyielding refusal, he rekindles their youthful desires to uncover the source of her resistance… guilt, shame, and the knowledge of a treasonous plot.

 
 
Tagline—Love can forgive many things and teach you to forgive yourself.
 
 
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Returning to Us by PK Corey #Romance , #HotRead , #HEA

Title: Returning to Us

Author: PK Corey

Release date: January 17, 2019

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·         The pain of a spanking is nothing compared to the feeling that no one cares enough to take you in hand.

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Sales blurb

After thirty-five years, Susan thought her marriage was over the morning after their last child's wedding. Hal, her husband, said he needed to talk about something important. She knew it couldn’t be good. They rarely even spoke anymore. In the beginning they’d been so close, so passionate. Practicing domestic discipline had been a wonderful part of their lives—sometimes.

But over the years it had all drifted away, even when Susan asked for what she needed. He would occasionally give her a mild, sexy spanking, but the real discipline she craved was a thing of the past. Now, Hal suddenly wanted to talk about moving to Colorado to live in Corbin's Bend, a community where spanking was not only accepted, but encouraged. Could this bring back the closeness and passion they’d once had? Could Susan trust that this time Hal would truly step up?

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Hal guided her over his knees and began spanking. It felt delicious! His spanks weren’t so very hard, but they fully reignited the burn left by the paddle. Susan was squirming. When Hal dipped his finger into her moist center, she nearly came off his lap.

“That’s what I suspected,” he said sternly. “You are in trouble for blatant disrespect and you’re acting like you’re planning on some sexual adventure. You’d better plan on holding back and behaving yourself. If you come, I’m going to have to take my belt to you.”

This was pure playacting and Susan knew it. Hal used this tactic on rare occasions and only while roleplaying. Susan had no idea why this was such a hot button for her. It didn’t matter. These words, these threats released powerful emotions in her like nothing else. And Hal well knew it.

Standing her up, he removed the rest of her clothes. Hal laid her on the bed. “Just because you’re being punished, there is no reason I can’t have my fun.”

Susan watched as Hal removed his clothes. Her body felt like a taut violin string. She was ready to come at his first touch. But again, in a deep voice Hal warned her, “You’d better keep tight control, or I’ll make that belt sing.”

Susan was panting. If he said one more word, she was going to come without so much as a touch. She was fighting to hold off as long as she could. She arched up to capture him as he hovered over her. He half turned her over and delivered several sharp spanks.

“Now, now, none of that,” he told her.

Susan thought she’d lost her fight for control as he gently sucked on one nipple and then the other. Sitting up, he caressed her body, her belly and her hips and thighs, never touching where she needed him the most.

Hal lowered his head and kissed her mons. He slid his tongue down and flicked it rapidly on her hardened bud. Giving in completely, Susan felt an orgasm like no other she’d ever experienced surge through her. She gushed as Hal continued his ministering with his tongue. She rode the wave higher and higher, beating her fists on the bed and bucking with abandon.

As Susan slowly came back to herself, the only thing she was aware of was her body. The time, the day, her name... were all in a vague space of not caring. She was his, was the only coherent thought floating through her mind.

Author Bio

After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-five-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service. 

I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.

My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My new series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.

I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers. You can contact me at pk.corey@yahoo.com

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Do I Make Myself Clear? #Vikings #historicalromance #ashebarker

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Her Celtic Captor

By Ashe Barker

“You shall not raise your hand to me again, lady, lest you wish to find yourself upended across my lap and spanked. Do I make myself clear on this?"

Blurb:

As the sister of a powerful Viking chief, Brynhild Freysson is used to giving orders and having them obeyed, which makes it all the more difficult to accept when she suddenly finds herself at the mercy of a Celtic warrior intent on bringing her back to his village whether she likes it or not.

Taranc was a leader of his people before he was taken captive by Viking raiders, and now that he is a free man once more he has no intention of allowing a headstrong Norse woman to slow down his journey home with her stubborn disobedience. When Brynhild refuses to do as she is told, he wastes no time in baring her bottom for a thorough switching, and he makes it quite clear that she can expect even more painful and humiliating punishments if she continues to defy him.

Though her hatred of the Celts runs deep, Taranc’s stern dominance awakens desires in Brynhild that she thought she would never feel again, and when he takes her in his arms and claims her properly it is more pleasurable than she would have thought possible. But though her passion for him grows by the day, can she ever truly love a man whose people are enemies of her own?

Publisher’s Note: Her Celtic Captor is a stand-alone sequel to Her Rogue Viking and Her Dark Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book

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Excerpt

Taranc bowed politely to Brynhild. "Lady, " he murmured as be bent to wind Njal's line around his pole.

He expected Brynhild to stalk off after her nephew, but she did not. Instead, she remained where she stood, her eyes narrowed in a malevolent glare which remained fixed upon him as he busied himself clearing up his own fishing rod. That task accomplished he attached each of the three landed fish to hooks from Njal's bag in readiness to hang them from his own belt for the journey back to the slave barn. All set to leave himself, he made to pass the still fuming Norsewoman.

"You will excuse me," he murmured.

"Why?"

He glanced at her, surprised. "Because I am leaving."

"I mean, why are you spending time with my nephew. What do you plan to do?"

"Plan? Nothing." Well, nothing that concerns the boy, at least. "He is lonely, and curious. There is no harm in him. And I mean him no ill."

"I do not believe you."

Taranc's slender patience frayed. "And I do not care what you believe. Good night."

She moved fast, he would allow her that much. He barely even saw the slender hand which snaked from within the confines of her cloak to land a resounding slap across his cheek, and certainly he had no opportunity to dodge that first blow. Not so the second. As she drew back her hand to strike him again he grabbed her wrist and squeezed, only relaxing his grip marginally when she let out a startled squeal.

"I shall let the first slap go, since you are a woman and no doubt consider yourself provoked. But you shall not raise your hand to me again, lady, lest you wish to find yourself upended across my lap and spanked. Do I make myself clear on this?"

"How dare you? Let go of me! I shall—"

"Do I make myself clear?" His grip remained firm despite her frantic tugging to be free.

At last, with no other choice if she was to be released, Brynhild gave a sharp nod. "Very well, I shall not slap you."

"Excellent decision. And I shall not spank you. This time. Instead…"

He bent his head, lowered his face to hers. Taranc took in the startled expression, the widening of her kingfisher-blue eyes as his mouth descended to brush across hers. Despite his words of just moments ago he was without doubt inviting another slap and the Viking woman could hardly be blamed for delivering it.

Her mouth was soft under his, her breath warm in the cool evening. She parted her lips as though unable to prevent her artless response and his tongue found the seam of her mouth. She opened fractionally more, and it was enough. He slipped his tongue between her lips and caressed the inner surface of her teeth with the tip.

Her hands were on his shoulders, and she clung to him, her fingers curling into his rough tunic. The sane part of his mind expected a protest, expected her to shive him away, to screech her outrage, to summon her guards but the madness which drove him now ignored all of that.

What am I doing? I don’t even like this haughty, cruel woman.

His cock disagreed. His rampant erection liked her perfectly well and tented his pants in instant recognition of the Norsewoman’s ample charms. He deepened the kiss, tunnelling his fingers through her blonde locks to hold her head still. Brynhild let out a soft moan, followed by a gasp. Now, at last and somewhat belatedly, she stiffened in his arms and sought to be free.

Fuck!

Taranc broke the kiss and released her, his own breath less than steady. Brynhild backed away, her stunned expression one he found he did not entirely care for.

“You… you should not have done that.”

Probably not.

“Why…? I do not understand…”

Neither did he.

“Go! Go Back to the slave barn. Now!”

A decent plan, at last.

Taranc stepped back to execute an exaggerated bow. "Sleep well, Lady Brynhild."

More about Ashe Barker

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

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

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel.  

At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

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Texas Passion - 1st Book of The Cowboys of Naked Bluff, Texas #hotread #shortstory #western

Banished Hero by Anita Philmar 

Publisher: Amazon and Smashwords Publishing 

Release Date: April 1st, 2022 

Genre: Hot Historical Western 

Length: 19k 

Heat Rating: 4 flames 

Blurb:

 

Furious, Catherine Jensen refuses to allow her dream of marrying Trent McCall to fall into ruins because of an end-of-the-trail party. Not wanting him to sleep with a painted lady or two on the eve of their engagement, she arranges a seduction. But at what cost? Will it secure their future or ruin her squeaky-clean reputation?

Excited to celebrate his success of completing a long cattle drive with a sexy lady, Trent is blindsided with the news of an arranged marriage between him and a girl he hasn’t seen in four years because she’d hightailed it to Boston. Now a city girl, she’d probably turn out to be just like his family’s deserting momma, who’d bail when the going got tough.

Pissed, his bad mood eases when he learns a special lady was meeting him at his hunting cabin. With the future uncertain, he figured a passion-filled night might lighten the load of his matrimonial chains.

 

 

– Texas Passion is a hot historical western romance. This novella guarantees a HEA with several other stories in the series.

– Second edition. Newly revised and edited.

 

Tagline—Determined woman means to secure her man.

 

PG Excerpt:

 

Damn it, how can dad expect me to marry a girl I haven’t seen in years?

“Hey, Trent, it looks like you got to the party a little late. Good thing Ms. Lillian saved a special girl for you.”

Caught off guard by the comment, he whirled around and noticed Hank standing next to a nearby stall. “What?”

Shifting his feet, he again scanned the half-clad women around the area. Had his father arranged a private session to soften his resistance to an arranged marriage? “Where is she hiding?”

“Said you’d find her at your old hunting cabin.” Hank tipped back his glass and drained it before slamming the empty on the table. “As for me, I’m heading home to my wife. These boys don’t look like they’ll last much longer.”

Studying the motley group, Trent nodded. “You’re right. There’s not much point in hanging around here. Not if I have a woman waiting for me somewhere else.” Without bothering with goodbyes, he strolled out of the building. After the weeks he’d spent in the saddle, he could use a different type of ride. One that included pounding into a hot pussy to release the frustration pooling in his loins.

“I saddled your horse and tied it over here by mine.” Following him outside, Hank pointed to his favorite stallion standing next to a Bay.

Confused why he hadn’t noticed his horse when he’d entered the barn, he muttered a low growl of thanks.

Recalling his meeting with his father, he remembered the angry words they’d shared that still rattled his nerves. Then he pictured the satisfying smile on his father’s face and the unreasonable demand to comply without offering some type of discussion. Suddenly, a nagging tickle at the back of his neck prompted him to review their encounter and found something was off.

But what?

Shoving aside the probing questions pinging inside his brain, he strolled to his black horse and untied the reins from the hitching post. A cooling breeze brushed across his face and some of his earlier anger with his father’s ultimatum faded. “I bet the girl who’s waiting for me is already asleep.”

 

  

Note from Anita: I am currently rewriting my books and plan to re-release a new book each month for the next few years. Welcome to the journey and I hope you join me for this exciting ride.

 

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Dark Chocolate and Strawberries, #daryldevore, #hotread, #twistedfairytale

Heat rating – 4

Tagline - What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?

Excerpt G rated

When the elevator doors slid open, Red stepped into the hallway. Before her, the impressive glass and brass doors of Hood's Chocolatier –the corporate offices of one of the country's largest independent chocolate makers. She stepped through the doorway and marched toward her cubicle.

Three steps from her destination, the word, “Esmeralda!” broke the silence.

Caught! She sighed, formed a smile, and turned. “Yes, Mother?”

“Where have you been? I've called and called.”

“I noticed. Six voice mails and fourteen text messages. Nothing flagged urgent. You seem fine. I'm fine. So, what's the big deal?” She frowned. What could be the problem? “Oh no, is it Grandma?”

Her mother threw her hands up. “Yes!”

“What? What's wrong? Is she sick? She didn't fall and break anything, did she?”

“She's driving me out of my mind.”

Red bit back the sentence – Oh happy day – and instead managed to say, “What's she done now?”

“Not here. Come into my office.”

“Can I go put my coat and things—”

Hearing her mother's sigh of frustration, Red surrendered then remembered that following her mother to her office would mean passing by the office of Stanley Parkinson, VP of Sales. She stood a little taller, pulled in her stomach and strode near his office then deflated at the sight of his closed door.

Red had barely stepped into the office marked R. Hood, when her mother pushed her aside and closed the door. “Your grandmother has booked a stateroom on a cruise ship and is taking a man with her.”

Sensing So what?? was the wrong answer, Red let her mother vent whatever bothered her. This day could still be saved. If her mother stayed focused on the crisis-of-the-moment she might forget the weekly discussion of her love life.

“A man. Did you hear me?”

“Yes, Mother.” Red unbuttoned her coat, dropped her gloves, scarf and onto the seat next to her then settled in the brown leather chair in front of the desk. Her mother walked around and sat behind her large, hand carved, oak desk. It provided an imposing barrier between mother and daughter.

“I haven't told you this before, but your grandmother's going through your grandfather's money faster than you can go through a tub of maple walnut ice cream after a breakup.”

“Mom!”

Folding her immaculately manicured hands and placing them on her desk, Red's mother looked up. “Your flight's at two.”

“Excuse me?”

“I've booked a flight to Miami and a stateroom on The Emerald Forest.”

Red shook her head. “I can't afford a stateroom on a junior accountant's salary.”

“The company is paying. I had my secretary send everything to your cell. Now, you have no time to talk. Go home, pack, find your passport and save your grandmother.”

Red's voice rose an octave, “Save my grandmother? From what?”

R. Hood placed her fingers on her forehead. “Save your grandmother from spending your inheritance on some gigolo. Your grandfather built this company from nothing to a multi-million dollar business. And he had to fight the big boys like Hersey and the Mars brothers to do it.”

Red sighed. “I know the corporate story, Mom. He started by making his chocolate in great grandma's kitchen and from those humble beginnings—”

“Put you through Harvard Business School,” snapped her mother.

“Only to be dumped in a junior accountant's position.”

“We'll fight later. Now go. No. Wait.” Red’s mother pressed an intercom button.

A disembodied voice responded. “Yes, Mrs. Hood?”

“The box for my mother-in-law, where is it?”

“I'll bring it right in, Mrs. Hood.” A moment later, the door opened and Brittnee entered carrying a silver box. She offered it to Mrs. Hood.

Robin pointed to her daughter. The secretary handed the box to Red and left the office, closing the door behind her. Red didn’t need to ask, she knew it was the box. It contained the new samples for next year's line. Grandma Hood retained the right of final decision on what chocolates were sold at Hood Chocolatier.

“Take those to your grandmother. A taste of home might bring her to her senses.”

Red held back a frustrated sigh. She didn't want to fly to Miami. If she was away, Katerina would jump at the chance to sink her claws into Stanley. Her man, the stud, the gorgeous VP of Sales who made her body swoon with desire whenever he walked by. The smell of his aftershave made her undies wet. Once, she rode from the lobby to the sixth floor with him and almost had an orgasm before the elevator doors opened. She couldn't concede this hunk of a man to Katerina. But what could she do?

Her mother snapped her fingers. “Why are you just sitting there? Go. Save your grandmother. Save your inheritance.”

Bio and Where to find Daryl Devoré

Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

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