Cassie is still living life to the fullest, telling Allie stories about everything from long ago shooting incidents to playing laser tag with the children. Tom keeps an amused, yet watchful eye, on his lovely wife. He tries to be tolerant of Cassie’s fun loving ways, but when she decides to spend the day with people she met through the Internet, without letting him or the girls know of her plans, Tom sees red. Tired of Cassie constantly putting herself in possible danger Tom decides to hire her a driver. Cassie immediately sees this plan for what it really is; Tom wants to hire a bodyguard / watchdog / babysitter for Cassie. That’s something Cassie won’t tolerate and after quickly packing a bag, she’s gone with a roar of the engine and a squeal of the tires. In this case Cassie is determine to have her way – and so is Tom, the final decision may change life on the river forever.
Monday, August 1, 2022
Cassie Corralled by PK Corey #NeverEndingTour #Spankings
Cassie is still living life to the fullest, telling Allie stories about everything from long ago shooting incidents to playing laser tag with the children. Tom keeps an amused, yet watchful eye, on his lovely wife. He tries to be tolerant of Cassie’s fun loving ways, but when she decides to spend the day with people she met through the Internet, without letting him or the girls know of her plans, Tom sees red. Tired of Cassie constantly putting herself in possible danger Tom decides to hire her a driver. Cassie immediately sees this plan for what it really is; Tom wants to hire a bodyguard / watchdog / babysitter for Cassie. That’s something Cassie won’t tolerate and after quickly packing a bag, she’s gone with a roar of the engine and a squeal of the tires. In this case Cassie is determine to have her way – and so is Tom, the final decision may change life on the river forever.
Thursday, July 28, 2022
Capturing His Heart by Daryl Devore #daryldevore,#Hot,#romance,
Caution - One smouldering twisted fairy tale mixed with one hot medieval romance might burn more than your fingers.
Capturing
His Heart
Daryl
Devoré
Excerpt from Dark Chocolate and Strawberries
G- rated
A
water droplet landed on Red’s cheek and startled her. She wiped it and opened
her eyes. “Welcome back, sleepy head.” Chopper wiped his hand on his shorts and
placed the glass of water on the table.
“Have
I been out long?” She looked at her watch and wondered what time she'd fallen
asleep.
“I've
been here about five minutes.” Chopper jumped up. “Ok, now that you're awake, I
just have to tell you. This song popped into my head and it's driving me
crazy.”
Red
dropped her tablet into her beach bag and waited for him to continue.
“It's
the Red Riding Hood song. I think Sam the Sham and the Prophets sang it. It's
like from like the mid-sixties.”
She
shook her head. “Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs. And it took you long enough to
get there. Most people start cracking jokes within minutes of hearing my name.”
“I
wasn't focused yesterday. But today, I'm Michael Jackson!” He stepped right and
left and snapped his fingers.
“Little Red Riding Hood.
You sure are looking good.
You're everything that a big, bad wolf could
want.”
He
spun around and posed, one arm at his crotch and flung the other up in the air.
“Owooooooo!”
Trying
to keep a straight face, Red asked, “You aren't going to send in an application
for that dance show thing, right?”
“What,
you don't like my dancin'?” He shook his knees in and out and flapped his arms
like a chicken, then made two-handed stirring motions, like he was in front of
a large cauldron. “Why are you laughing? I'm just getting started.” He leaned
forward and jerked up his right hand. “It's called the lawn mower. But, if you
do it this way…” He straightened and repeated the pulling motion. “Then it's
the chainsaw. Oh. Oh. And now for the big finale. The Moonwalk.”
He
slid his right foot back and popped his left heel, then slid that foot back.
Red had to admit he did a good version of Michael's famous move – until he
backed into the waiter and knocked a tray of drinks onto the passengers seated
near her.
Excerpt from Branwyns’ Love
G-rated
“Stop that crying or by all that is powerful, I
will beat you.”
“Do
not yell so. You will frighten the poor child.”
Through
tears, Branwyn stared at her uncle and aunt. “I… I do not understand. Why must
I go?”
Her
aunt sat next to her. “It is your time, child. A husband has been chosen. You
must leave us to join with him.”
“About
time it is!” Her uncle’s face grew redder with each word. “One year shy of a
score she is, and still unwed. She must fall to her knees to thank God someone
wishes to marry such an old spinster.”
Branwyn
slapped the arm of her chair. “I decline. It is my right. I shall not marry
this man!”
“How
many men do you think you can refuse?” Her uncle paced about the small room.
“This is the fourth suitor to ask for your hand. You cannot. It is done. Your
things are being loaded as we speak.” He jerked back a curtain in the window
and pointed.
The
door opened and in stepped a tall, broad-shouldered soldier. “The carriage
awaits.”
“Branwyn.”
Aunt Selda patted her hand. “You have no dowry. This is a good match. He is a
rich man. He will give you babies.”
Suspicion
gnawed at Branwyn’s stomach. “And what did he give you?”
“Gold.”
Blurb
Daryl Devoré has bundled two of her hot romances into a duology. A hot twisted
fairy and a hotter medieval romance combined in Capturing His Heart.
Dark Chocolate and
Strawberries takes you on a hot romp on a Caribbean
cruise. Esmerelda 'Red' Hood discovers her sweet granny is on a romantic cruise
with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it's too
late.
On
board, she meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest
puppy eyes and the other - dark and sophisticated. Even with her grandmother's
words ringing in Red's ears - Never trust
a wolf in sheep's clothing - Red has trouble choosing which man is the big
bad wolf and which is her happily ever after.
Branwyn’s Love transports you back to medieval times. It is the tale of a young
woman sold as a courtesan in training. Branwyn arrives in a new land to begin
daily lessons in the bewildering art of bedding a man.
The
noblewoman chosen to be Prince Malacke’s bride rejects him by bedding his hated
rival. Malacke turns his anger towards increasing the power and wealth of Black
Dorn castle. And he succeeds, until his attention is captured by the face of
the woman who will be his queen.
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Sunday, July 24, 2022
Seducing His Sassenach by Ashe Barker , #historicalromance , #meninkilts , #hotromance
Seducing His Sassenach
By Ashe Barker
Seducing
His Sassenach is a stand-alone
sequel to The Laird and the Sassenach and Sassenach Bride.
.
· Loyal, courageous, Jane will do what she must to see justice done
Blurb
When
a baby is stolen away from her mother by the English king’s men, nursemaid Jane
Bartle offers her help to Robert McGregor and his band of Highlanders as they
seek to rescue the child.
Publisher's Note: Seducing His Sassenach includes spankings
and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
Seducing His Sassenach : Author Synopsis
When the baby she cares for is stolen by the king’s men, nursemaid
Jane Bartle is determined to see the child restored to her grieving mother. She
is not sure how she might achieve this, but help arrives in the form of a formidable
northern lord, sent by baby Cecily’s new step-father to find out what happened
to the child. Jane is able to lead Robert MacGregor to where Cecily is being
held.
Robbie is glad of Jane’s assistance. Sher has saved him a great
deal of trouble, but he never expected the feisty nurse to insist upon accompanying
him and his band of Highlanders the length of England. Their journey is
perilous, not least because the King’s armies are on the move, preparing to
confront the Scots at Flodden.
As they face danger together, attraction flares between the high-born
northern lord and the girl from the Plymouth slums. But once their shared
mission is over, what will bind them together?
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Excerpt
Jane did not accept the offer of a ride at the first time of asking. Nor
the second, nor the third.
But ten miles was a long way on foot. Jane might be stubborn—her mother
had pointed out that fact on countless occasions. But she was not a fool. She
obliged the handsome but arrogant Scot to ask her a fourth time if she would be
so good as to join him on his warhorse before finally halting her stride and
allowing him to reach down for her hand. He hauled her up into the saddle as
though she weighed no more than a sackful of feathers and helped her to arrange
herself with as great a degree of comfort as might be achieved.
She was unaccustomed to being on horseback and found the entire
experience distinctly disconcerting at first.
It was so high.
And the saddle moved and shifted beneath her. She would surely fall to
her death.
“Be still, girl,” the Scot growled in her ear. “I have ye.”
Normally, he would have earned a stinging rebuke and stern advice
regarding the proper use of her given name, but Jane was too preoccupied with
hanging onto the pommel and praying for divine deliverance.
After a mile or so, she began to relax. The horse moved with a steady
gait, and the Scot’s arm was wrapped firmly about her middle. He did, indeed,
have her and she knew he would not let her fall.
“Ye’re quite sure ye can recall the right way tae get tae this
gamekeeper’s cottage?”
The other Scot raised the question when she directed them to leave the
main track and head northeast across the open countryside. His appearance was
the more fearsome of the pair, though Jane felt there was not a great deal to
pick between them. Scots were a dour bunch, she concluded. The man raised one
dark eyebrow to suggest he did not entirely trust her sense of direction.
Jane bristled but bit her tongue rather than point out to the fool that
he was the stranger in these parts, not she. “I know exactly where it is,” she
replied instead, peering into the forest of trees that lay ahead. “This way is
not the quickest, but it will not require us to go anywhere near Godlington.”
“Fair enough.”
There were no paths through the dense woodland, and little in the way of
landmarks. But Jane knew that they had to cross a wide brook, and she recalled
seeing the rotting carcase of a long-dead oak tree close to the water.
“This way,” she whispered when the sound of fast-flowing water reached
her ears, and she blessed the recent rain that had swelled the stream.
The horses waded through, and on the far side she caught sight of the
felled oak. “We are going the right way. I think perhaps a couple of hours
more…”
“It will be after nightfall, then, by the time we reach the cottage.”
The man whose horse she shared made this observation and she could hear the
displeasure in his tone.
“That cannot be helped,” she snapped. “Are you afraid of the dark, sir?”
His companion chuckled, but the arm around her waist tightened a little,
to the point of discomfort. Perhaps she should learn to guard her tongue more.
After all, she needed these two. She could hardly rescue baby Cecily on her
own.
“The man, this gamekeeper, may no’ give the child up easily,” the Scot
explained. “If it comes tae a fight, he will have an advantage since he is on
land he knows. Better for us tae take the child i’ the mornin’, then we have
the whole o’ the day tae put distance between ourselves an’ this place.”
“Oh. Yes.” She had not thought of that but could see the logic clearly
enough. Perhaps there was more to her companions than mere brawn. “Then, we
should get as close as we can without being seen, and camp for the night.”
“Have ye ever slept under the stars, Jane?” he inquired softly.
“No, but I am sure it will be perfectly fine. The evening is warm.”
“Aye, but no’ quite so warm ye will no’ require a blanket or two. I
suppose ye did bring a blanket, Jane?”
“I…”
No she had no blanket, no food, no flask of ale to swig at when the sun
became too hot.
Worse, she had nothing for Cecily, either.
“I thought not.” Can this man read
my very thoughts? “Ye shall have tae share one of ours, then.”
“I—”
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to go straight to the devil,
but she thought better of it. The night might well become chilly. And, whilst
his companion might look rather more ferocious than she cared for, the one who
now pressed his body close to hers was undeniably easy on the eye. It would be
no real hardship to share his blanket.
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 spent caring for a
menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very
grumpy cockatiel.
At the
last count Ashe had over sixty 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.
Ashe loves to hear from readers. Here are her social
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Friday, July 22, 2022
In Deep Water by Anita Philmar , #Texasromance , #historical , #western
In Deep Water by
Anita Philmar
Publisher:
Amazon and Smashwords Publishing
Release
Date: July 9th, 2022
Genre:
Hot Historical Western
Length:
19k
Heat
Rating: 4 flames
Available now at the introduction price of $1.99
Taglines:
#romance, #hotread, #western, #TexasRomance, #historical
Blurb:
Hot? Yes, Texas summers sizzle. Lured by the brilliant idea of dipping
naked into the Trinity River, Carolyn Evans wades into the water and is
captured by the swift moving current, putting her life in danger.
Help! The cry sends Marcus Goodman, who’s on his way with a friend to
the Gulf of Mexico to join the confederate army into the river to save the
naked lady. The only problem is a passing steamboat has the same mission,
placing him in a ticklish situation when they’re pulled aboard, and she claims
they are married.
Tempted by
the adventurous opportunity and enthralled with the sexy woman, he holds her to
the claim of matrimony. Will this end with a happy-ever-after union or a
soul-crushing heartache?
Tagline – Saved by a sexy stranger,
Carolyn Devans tells a lie can claims Marcus Goodman is her husband…Now can she
hope for a happy-ever-after or just enjoy a brief affair?
Sinking lower into the murky depths, Marcus realized her panicked
grip had loosened before a muffled scream rang above him and a foot connected
with his chest. Seconds later, air exploded from his lungs. Darting away from
her, he scurried to the surface and was met with a roaring whirl.
Gulping in both air and water, his lungs rejected the mixture,
causing a stream of coughs to inhibit his progress of saving the drowning
damsel.
Plop.
Spinning, he caught sight of a floating white circle before waves
crashed around him.
“Grab hold, and we’ll pull you up.” A voice boomed from the
steamboat.
Instantly glancing around, he noticed the woman struggling to reach
the device. Swimming over to her, he shoved her closer to the floating ring
before grabbing hold and draping an arm around her waist. “Just hold on, and
they’ll lift us up.”
Eyes growing wider, she stared up at the boat’s railing. “But...”
After being drug for a short distance, the ring lifted onto its
side. Tightening his grip on the woman, he repositioned her into its center.
“If you put your head through here, you can wrap your arms over the sides, and
it’ll help keep you steady.”
Seconds after following his instructions, the device rose between
them. Immediately grabbing ahold of the rope, he wrapped his arms around her
and the ring. Then the upward movement tugged them from the water. His feet
dangled in the river for a moment before they swung on the end of the line. The
rope jerking them upward, slammed him into the side of the steamboat. Pain
radiated along his right side, prompting his grip to tighten.
“Oh, God, what if they drop us?” Her whispered words rang with fear
before she buried her face onto his upper torso. “Thanks for at least trying to
save me.”
Plastered against him, her silky skin caressed his stomach while
her alluring warmth penetrated the fabric of his pants, diverting the pain in
his back and created a fire in his blood that eased the frigid chill of the
tributary.
Hearing the voices of the people lining the steamboat’s railing, he
glanced up at the concerned expressions above. With his frame hiding the naked
woman in his arms, he couldn’t help but wonder what the curious passengers
would say when they finally arrived on board in their current state of undress.
About the Author
Anita Philmar
likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day, and a dreamer by
night, she wants her readers to see the world in a new way. With the influence
of her children’s sci-fi programs, she likes to play with diverse cultures and
places where anything can happen. She enjoys bringing hot romantic moments to
life in a variety of genre, such as historical westerns, paranormal suspense,
and contemporary murder mysteries.
Social Media Sites
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/anita.philmar
Blog: https://sexyladyanitaphilmar.blogspot.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/anitaphilmar
Find Anita Philmar’s Books at
Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Western-Historical-Water-Naked-Bluff-ebook/dp/B00EOCROYK
Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/349429





