Monday, January 16, 2017

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"Do you need incentive to do as you're told, little girl?" Taking in Dani #bdsm #spankingromance #erotic



Today I'm sharing a sexy snippet from Taking in Dani, the debut novel of erotic romance author Kara Kelley. If you read one book this year, pick Taking in Dani. This story has heart, heat, and humor. Don't miss it!

Excerpt:

If I didn’t need this cake, you’d be wearing it,” I say.

Then you’d be spanked by a man wearing cake.” He takes my chin in his hand. “I’d be making you eat it, too.”

His words are terse and his eyes firm, but there is no mistaking the heat in them. My insides squirm. He kisses me hard at first and then soft and sweet. I feel the tension leave his mouth as mine becomes pliable and inviting.

Thank you for this,” he says as he pulls back slowly. He motions to the cake and gifts. “I don’t know how I’d manage without you.”

You’d fail miserably,” I say smartly with a cheeky grin.

You deserve a reward.” His brow arcs and I nod with deliberate slowness.

We should get this cake upstairs,” I suggest.

We should.”

Let’s then.”

Kids are at the park.” He pulls his cell out of his pocket and holds up a text from Clara. It says, ‘@ the park.’

But pizza,” I gasp as he seizes my sore ass and yanks me against him.

Is it going to my place or here?” He starts nibbling my neck.

They’re both yours,” I say sarcastically but point up.

He looks at me and his expression firms. I swallow as the weak-kneed feeling hits. He stops touching me, looks me straight in the eye and with a quick tap of his cell phone, puts it to his ear.

Fred, send the pizza delivery to my guest suite.” He ends the call and dives into the hollow of my neck again. When I squirm and tighten my shoulders he growls, grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back. Not rough, but forceful, and I grow wetter. I clutch his biceps and gasp at his untamed look.

Hands behind your back,” he orders. When I hesitate, mesmerized by my body’s physical reaction to him, he swats my ass. I obey and he clasps a hand around my wrists.

Come with me, little girl.” He guides me backward towards the dining table, his eyes devouring me, and hoists me on top.

I’ve always been partial to appetizers before dinner.” He takes my arms and raises them above my head and then slides my top up with tantalizing slowness. I shiver once again when it brushes against my nipples. He grins and flicks them first with his thumbs and then with his moist tongue. I grab for him, and he growls placing my hands back behind me.

Do you need incentive to do as you’re told, little girl?” His voice deepens as he speaks. It reverberates through my entire body, and I tingle and hum like the tines of a tuning fork. God, I love when he calls me little girl.

I look through my lashes demurely and shake my head. He sterns his expression and narrows his eyes in consideration. He gives me a peck then walks into the kitchen area grabbing a wooden spoon. The rooms are only separated by a breakfast bar, so my eyes follow him. I love the way he moves—so smoothly, so sure. When he’s back in front of me, he waves the spoon in my face before he sets it down with a clunk.

No moving without permission,” he says, and I stick out my bottom lip. He shocks me as he dives and clasps it between his teeth gently. He sucks, pulling it as deep into his mouth as possible. When he releases it, he snickers and pushes me to lie flat on the table. He bends my legs at the knee and then runs his hand across the crotch of my yoga pants. I gasp and push myself unabashedly against his palm. He circles the heel of his hand, and I moan. I’m panting and completely naked on the table when the pizza arrives. Adam flashes a wolfish grin.

Don’t move.” He pulls up his jeans, leaving the button precariously open. He slips his button-down shirt on but doesn’t do it up either. His chest is glorious and with the sheen of sweat on it, my heart flips between my legs.

No,” I whisper and attempt to sit up so I can grab something to cover myself. He tsks.

Nuh uh.” He hollers that he’s coming to the door and looks to me fiercely. “I’ll punish you if you move.” He is serious and yet I know he’s still playing. Nerves zip inside me. “I have some things at my place that I’m quite eager to try on you, Daniela Torkaz.”

The door opens in a way that blocks me from view but still leaves me feeling dangerously exposed and vulnerable. There is no real risk—just the thrilling illusion of it. Moisture pulses for him again. I can hear the guy talking to Adam — he’s so close—practically in the room. I worry my lip. And then I hold back an evil laugh and touch myself.

Hey, Adam,” I call, and he looks around the door with a fifty poised in his hand to see my fingers buried.

Oh.” His mouth freezes that way for a moment as he stares at my hand working myself. He disappears behind the door again. “Keep the change,” he says urgently, slamming the door. I’m starting to moan when he swears. I burst into giggles as he tosses the box and lunges at me.

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I’m on my knees with him in my mouth and he’s snapping his belt across my ass at slow biting intervals when his phone buzzes. “We’ll continue this later.” He grabs my hair and pulls me off his cock. “Little girls that tease get punished, don’t they?” I nod and lick my swollen lips. I dress quickly ignoring the flutters his threat has caused. Like earlier, it’s the sexy dominant side of him threatening, not the loving man that spanks me for my own good, so it’s fun and hot.

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Blurb:

Dani Torkaz has no room in her life for a romance with anyone, let alone with 'God's gift to women' Adam Fiori, but everything changes when circumstances compel her to accept a job as a nanny to his two young children.

Adam makes it clear that he will have no patience for rudeness, and it isn't long before her sharp tongue earns Dani a painful, humiliating bare-bottom spanking. The stern punishment sets more than just her backside on fire, however, and she is left begging to be taken hard and thoroughly.

As she settles into her new position, Dani finds herself feeling like she is part of a real family for the first time in her life, and her lust for her stern, handsome boss begins to blossom into love. But Adam has secrets he isn't sharing, and Dani has been hurt too many times to give him the benefit of the doubt. Can he win her trust before the wounds of the past destroy their future?
Publisher's Note: Taking in Dani includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

About Kara Kelley:

Kara Kelley is a naughty Canuck (that’s a Canadian for those of you that don’t know), who loves spanks, a little bondage, tantalizing creative sex (trust me, honey this sh*t is gonna rock our world) and TIM HORTON’S. She’s full of playful mischief, loyalty and maybe some stubbornness, but she’ll never admit it. And she believes living in a secluded cabin in the woods (including good WIFI, a stocked Kindle, and plenty of chocolate) with her husband would be absolute bliss.


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Thursday, January 5, 2017

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"Spread your legs as wide as you are able-" #AsheBarker #Highlanders #meninkilts



Addy: Today I welcome Ashe Barker to my blog with her sizzling new release, The Laird and the Sassench. Please tell me a bit about it.


Ashe:The Laird and the Sassenach is a story of a man with justice to mete out, and a dilemma to face. Sometimes the truth seems to stare us in the face, at other times it may be not so clear where the blame lies. In the middle ages, of course, matters of crime and punishment, guilt or innocence were simple enough. The social hierarchies of the time placed authority and power in few hands and there were no qualifications required which entitled the privileged to rule. They were just handed the job and the common folk had to hope their leaders would turn out to be wise and fair. Sometimes they got lucky, and The Laird and the Sassenach is a story of one such instance.

I love to write historical stories. I am especially drawn to Highland fantasies, and why not? Who can resist the soaring Scottish scenery and sexy men in kilts. I find myself fascinated by that heady cocktail of honour and lawlessness, the atmospheric sensuality of the time and the way an all-powerful laird will reveal his soft centre just when it matters. But the Sassenach in the story also has her little quirks and faces some unique challenges. And look out for an unlikely star of the show. Freya the wolfhound has her part to play and I absolutely adored her.

Addy: You say you love the Highland fantasies. Why do you enjoy writing historical fiction?


Ashe: History was my favourite lesson at school, though some periods are more fascinating to me than others. I always preferred the medieval or even earlier times, though the Victoriuans were an interesting bunch too. In many ways life was simpler in the past, if a lot more brutal, and of course some of the moral issues we would have to deal with in a contemporary setting don’t apply. Inequality was the norm. Women were expected to obey – or else. A spanking author can have a field day.


Addy: Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?


Ashe: I think it was always there, though I only started writing properly about three years ago. I have always tended to plot stories in my head though, often when sitting in traffic jams on my daily commute. I now work at home so all that time spent inhaling exhaust fumes is finally paying off.


Addy: Ugh. I completely understand. I only have a ten minute commute and I'd rather be writing. :smiles: Last question. What advice would you have for writers who decide to try their hand at erotica?

Ashe: I’d tell them to have a go, but to have a decent thesaurus to hand. And an internet connection. Youtube is the erotica writer’s friend.


Addy: Aha! I will certainly keep that in that mind. I do love a good thesaurus though. Do you have anything else to tell your readers?

Ashe: I hope readers enjoy The Laird and the Sassenach as much as I loved writing it.

Addy: Come back anytime. I wish you the best of luck on your release!

Excerpt:

An hour later Blair ascended his private stairs leading to his solar. Roselyn had gone up some twenty minutes earlier, at his bidding. She should be ready for him by now. Aiden had also completed his allotted task and the products of the man’s labours now awaited the laird, suitably prepared and soaking in a bucket of water in the hallway outside his chamber door.

Blair halted to check the switches. Aiden had done his work well and Blair could detect no sharp edges which might cut Roselyn’s delicate skin. He crossed the solar to the door which led to the smaller chamber where he slept.

Roselyn had obeyed his instructions to perfection, particularly considering that this was the first time he had required her to be naked in his presence. He had been tempted on many occasions and as his prisoner there would have been little she could do had he decided to take advantage of her vulnerable situation. When her very life hung in the balance his innate sense of honour would not permit him to stoop to such an act, but all had changed now.

She turned her head as he entered the room. “My lord…?”

You will not speak, Roselyn, unless I ask you a direct question. You may of course scream—indeed, I believe my people will expect it.”

She nodded and bowed her head.

He paused for a moment to peruse her slim body. Had there been the slightest mark remaining, any residue of her beating at Kelso, he would have insisted that this issue between them be deferred. There was not.

Very well then, we continue. He strode past her to fetch the bolster from the head of the bed and moved it to the foot. Blair considered the arrangement for a moment, then took a length of folded plaid from a chest and added that to the pile. It would do. He turned to regard Lady Roselyn.
I shall require you to lie across the foot of my bed where I have placed pillows which will lift your bottom up for me. I expect you to remain still and in position until I am finished, and I have no doubt that you will find that difficult. If you move I shall be obliged to start all over again, so to avoid disappointment to both of us I shall tie you in place. Your wrists shall be secured, and your ankles.” He moved to stand immediately in front of her and tipped up her chin with his fingers. “I will hurt you, Roselyn, for that is what I intend, but I will do you no lasting harm. Do you understand the difference?”

I… I believe so, my lord. You are not at all like my brother.”

No, I am not. So, may I help you up?”

She nodded and reached for his hand. Blair helped her to her feet then paused to peruse her naked form. “You are quite lovely.” He meant it, but now was not the moment to pursue that disruptive line of thought. Instead, he brushed his lips across her forehead then led her to the foot of the bed. “Lean forward and rest your body on the pillows. You may take your time to get settled, and when you are ready I shall tie you in place.”

He stepped back to allow her the space to move, and moments later he was rewarded by the sight of her upturned, naked buttocks presented prettily for his punishment. His unruly cock stood to attention as Blair admired the vision before him. For several moments he did not move, but then he heard her whimper. She was afraid, utterly terrified. He should conclude this as quickly as he might and ogle her later.

Spread your legs as wide as you are able, Roselyn. I shall secure your ankles first.”

He crouched and fastened her delicate feet to the bedposts, his actions both swift and deft. He used leather straps, sufficiently flexible not to cause undue discomfort, but neither could she escape or kick. He had every confidence she would do her utmost to achieve both before they were done.
Next he moved to her side and took her right hand in his. He pulled it into the small of her back, then drew her left to join it. “I shall bind your wrists like this.”

She lay still as he finished his preparations, her breathing rapid. Satisfied that she would remain quite still during the proceedings and not wishing to prolong her ordeal unnecessarily, Blair returned to the outer solar to select his first bundle of switches.
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Blurb
After her half-brother attacks the kinsmen of Blair McGregor, Lady Roselyn of Etal is brought before the stern highland laird to answer for her reluctant, unwitting role in the crime. Once she has told her story, she throws herself at his mercy.

Blair soon realizes that Roselyn is as much a victim of her half-brother as anyone, but his people’s demands for justice cannot be ignored entirely, so he strips the young Englishwoman bare and chastises her firmly with a switch applied to her naked backside.

The painful, humiliating punishment both assuages Roselyn’s guilt and leaves her yearning to be even more thoroughly mastered by the handsome laird. Though Blair makes it clear that she is free to return home, she instead chooses to remain with the him in his castle… and in his bed. Their passion soon blossoms into romance, but can the highlander protect his beautiful Sassenach when the villain who caused them both so much pain tries to tear her away from him?

Publisher’s Note: The Laird and the Sassenach includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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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.
Ashe loves to hear from readers. Here are her social media links:
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Wednesday, January 4, 2017

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"Here. Now. And you'll obey me." The Space Marshal's Captive : Hot new release by Jaye Peaches




Here's a sexy snippet from The Space Marshal's Captive, a hot new release from Jaye Peaches.

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The kiss was long, hard, and exactly what she wanted from him. He drew her into an embrace and spread his fingers along her spine, feeling his way up and down her back. Her panties remained coiled around her ankles and she didn’t care that he had access to the wetness between her thighs. Her pussy had been drenched with adrenaline-soaked excitement the moment his breath had mingled with her own. The sensation was electrifying and irreversible. Her liquid nectar was there, ready to greet his entry, his full-on thrust—if that was what he really desired.

“Please, Mason, please,” she gasped, breathless.

“We’re not supposed to be compatible.”

“Let’s prove them wrong.” She rested her hands on his shoulders and squeezed.

“You don’t understand. On Ixzar, I would take you, force you to come many times, taking my pleasure. I need to control sex as much as I need control over this ship, my prisoners. You.”
She licked her lips, tasting him. “This isn’t going to be about just my pussy, is it? This fuck is something I’m never going to forget.”

“No, not by the time I’m finished.”

She spread a big grin across her face. “You’re very sure of yourself, sir.”

“I am.” He took her wrist and directed her hand down toward his pants where the obvious bulge tented the loose fabric. Beneath she felt the bold hardness—a scaffold of steel. It was upright, bursting for relief, and probably painful for him to contain.

“In your mouth, your pussy, and your ass,” he continued. “Here. Now. And you’ll obey me. Then, later, we can do it the slow way, the way of your people.”

She’d no point of comparison, only her own experiences, which had been energetic and brief. Jade swallowed hard, losing the smirk. “My people aren’t exactly gentle—”

He shook his head. “Jade, this isn’t going to be lovemaking. We’re not there yet. I don’t know if… I’ll try for you, try to be that kind of man.”

“I think you will. I believe you can. I know it here.” She pressed her other hand to his chest and through the shirt she discerned the drumming beats of his heart. “Here is where it counts, don’t you think?”

**

I’m not the bad guy here, Jade. I’m the good one.


Blurb:
After nineteen-year-old Jade Kryst is caught by space marshal Mason Hadley while trying to smuggle supplies to a rebel-held planet, she quickly discovers that her captor is not a man to be underestimated, and when she fails to cooperate with a thorough strip search she ends up with blushing cheeks and a sore bottom.

Though he does his best to remain professional, Mason is drawn to his beautiful, feisty captive, and he strikes a deal with her. If she will use her skills as a mechanic to keep his ship up and running while he hunts down the dangerous criminals he is pursuing, he will set her free once they are apprehended. Jade accepts his offer, but it doesn’t take long for Mason to realize that keeping her in line will require a firm hand frequently applied to her bare bottom, along with even more humiliating punishments when her continued disobedience makes it necessary.

Despite her status as his prisoner, Mason’s stern dominance leaves Jade burning with desire, and when she surrenders herself to his masterful lovemaking it is better than she ever dreamed. She soon finds herself falling deeply in love with the handsome space marshal, but will there be a place for her by his side after his mission is over?

Publisher’s Note: The Space Marshal’s Captive includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author Bio: Jaye Peaches
I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

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Monday, January 2, 2017

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"Do I need to take off my belt?" - The Gunslinger's Woman Kelly Dawson



I'm sharing a sexy excerpt from Kelly Dawson's latest release, The Gunslinger's Woman. Buy links below, be sure to snatch up this hot Western!

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Excerpt:
She gasped as Danny’s huge, hard hand connected with her bottom, the force of the swat reverberating through her. His hand landed again and she gritted her teeth against the pain, determined not to cry out, lest the townsfolk hear her.
“You need to be taught a lesson in manners, and in controlling your temper,” Danny scolded, punctuating his words with another fiery swat.
Jeannie hissed at the fire that tore through her backside, unable to believe that someone who had been half dead just two days ago was smacking her so thoroughly now. She straightened and stood up as he removed his hand from between her shoulder blades, relieved that it was over so soon.
“No, stay there, this isn’t finished. Take down your pants – you’re going to get this spanking on the bare.”
“No!” Jeannie gasped, horrified. “You can’t!”
“I’m too sore to spank you hard enough to have much of an impact,” Danny said. “So it’s either your bare behind, or I use my belt. What’s it to be?”
What a choice. Jeannie groaned. “It’s having an impact, believe me!” she cried. “It’s hurting a lot!”
Danny looked at her sternly, his dark gaze smoldering as he fixed his eyes on hers, sending electricity rippling down her spine. His stern stare sent heat to her very core. “What’s it to be?” he asked softly, dangerously. “Will you take down your pants or am I taking off my belt?”
The sting Danny’s hand was inflicting through her pants was bad enough, no way did she want to feel it on her bare skin. But his belt? She shuddered at the thought of the leather slapping against her bottom. Even through her heavy canvas pants, she knew it would hurt. The sting in her bottom contradicted his claim that he couldn’t spank her very hard at the moment due to his injury – the thought of his belt against her tender bottom truly scared her.
“I’ll pull my pants down,” she mumbled, her face flushing red with embarrassment. She looked at the ground, hoping Danny wouldn’t see the shame flooding through her.
“Go on then,” he urged her.
Her fingers were shaking as she fumbled with the buttons on her pants, undoing them slowly then pushing them down to her knees. She tugged her short lace drawers down too – the only concession she made to femininity. She shivered as the cool air rippled across her bare skin, kissing her with a chilly breeze. She kept her back to Danny, trying to keep her most intimate places hidden from his view. She was mortified. But despite her shame, she could feel a slickness between her legs that wasn’t there before, and a tingling ache that left her wanting.
“Put your hands back on the wagon and bend over, just as you were before.”
She shook her head. I can’t do this. Panic rose up within her. Maybe she couldn’t escape from her punishment, but neither could she participate in it. If Danny wanted her bent over, he’d have to put her in that position.
Danny’s hand went to his waist. “Do I need to take off my belt?” He looked at her sternly, one eyebrow raised, his dark eyes flashing with impatience.
Inhaling sharply, she shook her head furiously and forced herself to obey. She placed first one hand on the side of the wagon and then the other, fighting to calm her racing heart.
“Good, now bend over.”
Danny’s voice was smooth, a low rumble that sent sparks through her. His hand on the back of her neck, pushing her down, gave her the strength she needed to position herself as he demanded, and she took comfort in the presence of his restraining hand.
The first smack of his hard, rough hand against her bare skin took her breath away. It stung so much more without the protection of her pants. Never had she been spanked on her bare bottom before, and the indignity of it was almost as intolerable as the pain. A second slap followed quickly after the first, and the third one made her cry out.
“Unless you want the townsfolk to witness your spanking, I suggest you keep quiet,” Danny admonished quietly. “You earned this spanking, now you can stand there and take it.”

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Bio:
Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book - preferably one containing spanking!
A life-long closet-spanko, Kelly started writing spanking stories on every spare scrap of paper in the house as a child. So when she discovered the internet and spanking romance along with it, she was most excited. But it took her a good decade of devouring these stories before she got up the courage to submit her own. And now, here she is, 7 books later, with a plethora of ideas still to write!
She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat.

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Saturday, December 31, 2016

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"You are a naughty girl" Freezer Burn by Susannah Shannon #SatSpanks #Free



As part of The Saturday Spankings Blog, I'm doing something unique today. I'm sharing eight (nine whoops) sentences from Susannah Shannon's smoking hot New Year's Eve story, Freezer Burn! It's free from Blushing Books for 24 whole hours.

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“ I guess I better teach you a lesson then. Come here,” He had a firm grip on her wrist and he took her with him as he scooted back across the mattress until his back pressed against the wall. She was nervous, but she didn't want to risk making this difficult for her usually so gentle husband. She lay herself over his lap. He ratcheted up her tight skirt, and tangled his fingers in the waistband of her tights. He wrenched them down exposing her white bottom. He rubbed his fingers over her skin tracing circles over the tender, pale globes. “You are a naughty girl.” he declared.




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Blurb:
Part of Blushing Books, New Year’s Eve anthology, Freezer Burn is the story of Lucy and Nick’s adventure into domestic discipline. Lucy, a successful mathematician is trying to juggle adjusting to life in Sweden while casually bringing up to her husband that she really wishes he was in charge and would soundly spank her sometimes. She is helped in this journey by an online friend who writes a website called “The Well-spanked Feminist”. Freezer Burn is a fish out of water story with funny characters, funnier situations and a heroine you can’t help but root for. The snow is deep, the love is true and even if they are on the edge of the arctic, Lucy will ring in the New Year with a red hot bottom.

Author’s Bio:
Susannah Shannon lives in the American Midwest with her family. She loves a witty, strong heroine who longs to submit to that one special man. Sparks flying, lips kissing, and the set of a determined man’s jaw… these are a few of her favorite things.


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