Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Marie Hall: Warrior's Scold Worship Series Book One

I'm sharing a snippet from Marie Hall's new release, Warrior's Scold! Book two is coming soon!

Warrior’s Scold Worship Series Book One  

Xavier Brice is a feared man. The king's own executioner and most loyal man.
Io Desmond is a nobody who has stayed alive being independent and self reliant. She is loyal only to her own needs.
When the king brings these two people together wills clash and hearts pound. Xavier must first show Io that trust is possible before his demands for obedience can be met. Io must trust that obedience does not mean subjugation. Together they will give and take in the name of pleasure pain and love.
The winning man stopped mid-swing, lowered his weapon and lifting the helm from his head, turned and looked right at Io. Her heart jumped to her throat and a chill swept over her. Xavier was angry; more than she thought a man could be, and he came straight towards her.
“Come.” Mark grabbed her, dragging her backwards then behind him.
The others stepped into Xavier’s path, speaking franticly with him. He seemed to be listening although his eyes still bore into her. He handed his weapon and helm over to Ian and then pulled the protective leather tunic from his sweaty body and gave that to Ian as well. Gerald said something to him to which he gave a sharp affirmative nod then the two men stepped aside and Xavier had only to get through Mark. Mark stepped aside and Io wondered at the acute feeling of betrayal which passed through her.
“What did I say Io?” He’d a dangerous tone and his look matched.
“I waited.” She swallowed hard. “I did not go far. I---”
“What did I say?” He bellowed.
Io told herself to run but her feet hesitated a moment too long. He wrapped his left arm around her, lifting her off her feet and pulling her into his hip, so she dangled upside down. He shoved her surcoat aside and brought his hand down, with considerable force, on her defenseless bottom.
“What did I say?” He asked again emphasizing each word with a smack, each harder than the one before. Io’s limbs flailed in the air. She couldn’t escape his grip or his hand which seemed to grow stronger the more he used it on her. “What did I say?” He growled at her.
“I did not wander. I did not,” she screamed.
She suddenly found herself on her feet, being shaken like a rag. She couldn’t focus on his face for all the tears, or stop dancing in place trying to ward off the hurt he caused.
“What did I say to you?” He shook her again. “Tell me what you were told?”
Io managed to gulp in enough air to get words past the sobs. “Stay close, do not wander.”
“That is exactly what I said,” he told her before placing her back in that horrible position and resuming the punishment. It went on forever. Before he set her on her feet again he used the flat of his hand to start a blaze from her hips to her knees and then he continued to apply that large, hard hand to raise the heat so it burned more intensely at the spot where her seat became thigh.
Io gave up the struggle, she didn’t know if she’d begged him to stop, all she could hear over the loud smacks was her screams but in her head she begged like no one ever before. A final blow and she was standing on wobbling legs. He lifted her chin, she closed her eyes to him, not wanting to see whatever might be there. A moment later he let her go and stormed away. Io’s legs gave out and she hit the dirt with a howl of pain. All she could think to do was curl up in a ball and cry. Even as she tried she was pulled back to her feet.
“Stand up my lady.” Ian pulled on her and she was held between him and Gerald. They said nothing, gave no comfort just held her on her feet while she cried. She cried till she felt sick, cried until she was too tired to keep crying. Mustering what energy she had left she picked up her head and looked around. Everywhere people starred. Some might have looked concerned but most seemed amused by her suffering.
Nothing changes. Io took a staggered breath and tried to pull free. Everyone’s pleasure at my suffering, nothing changes. She pulled her right arm free then tried to pry the hand off her left.
“Let go.” She gained her freedom with one violent yank that sent her toppling back.
“Io.” Mark reached for her but she deftly avoided him.
“I cannot, will not stay here.” She took a step first in one direction then in the opposite direction, but she didn’t know which way would take her away.

Buy from Amazon

Be sure to check out the second book Royal Scold Worship Serious Book Two on 3/17/2015!

Monday, February 23, 2015

#AddysCouch Maddie Taylor: Sweet Surrender and Bizarre Phobias

Addy: I finally have the awesome Maddie Taylor on my couch! I've done some redecorating again. I just love the warm golden colors. Seriously, I'm going to keep this room I think. *smiles warmly at Maddie*

Maddie: Hi Adaline! Thanks for having me over. I do love the couch! 

Addy: We're talking about bizarre phobias today, here out in the open *whispers* Glossophobia is the fear of public speaking.

Maddie: *nods encouragingly* But we're not in public. We're on a couch. Those lovely pillows could make you pillow phobic but we're perfectly safe. 

Besides, just be happy you're not afflicted with Malaxophobia.

Addy: *eyes widen* Fear of foreplay!? There's a thing for that? *shakes head and tsk tsk under her breath* You're so right. Or worse Pediophobia!

Maddie: *gasps* Fear of dolls! Addy! That's real. Those little China dolls that have eyes that follow you around the room is nothing to play with!

Addy: Maybe that's why their eyes follow you. They just want to be...played...with. *clears throat* I understand.
I think I should start asking my characters if they have any irrational fears.

Maddie: Irrational or not- phobias are serious. I have recently heard of Rectophobia.

Addy: Is that the fear that Renee Rose is no longer the Queen of Anal?

Maddie: *shoots Addy a look* No! It's fear of anal sex. Silly name. I would have called it analpenetrataphobia. That makes a lot more sense.

Addy: *snickers* I like your term better. There's no guessing involved!

Maddie: *grins evilly* Well, you can always make one of your characters have Hummerphobia.

Addy: I think you made that up. Does it involve a large truck?

Maddie: Really Addy? We've been talking about naughty phobias....

Addy: *claps hands excitedly* Oh! Oh! It's fear of making your lips go, Hmmmmmmmm.*imitates noise*

Maddie: Addy! *laughing* It's fear of giving blow jobs!

Addy: *jots down notes* I'm totally stealing that one. Thanks so much for coming over and chatting. Are you going to share an excerpt from Sweet Surrender? *crosses fingers* Please?

Maddie: Yes, of course! Thanks for being part of my blog tour.

Addy: Be sure to join in on the Sweet Surrender Blog Tour for more hot excerpts, interviews and lots of prizes.  



“You’re very welcome. Now, dry your tears and let’s hit the beach. We have one day of warmth and sunshine before we have to head back to midwinter chills, snow, and ice and I’d like to spend it making love, walking hand in hand in the waves or slathering sunscreen onto your gorgeous body. Love that bikini, by the way.”
“I do too, but I didn’t pack one. I found this in a drawer; funny how it happened to be my size.”
He shrugged, a hint of a smile on his lips.
She suppressed hers although she knew her eyes gave her amusement away; she felt it bubbling up inside. Still she called him on his certainty. “You knew if you got me to the beach, for a romantic wedding, staying in this beautiful house, I’d cave under your charm. You were darn sure of yourself.”
“I’d prefer to think of it as eternal optimism.”
“Hmm… do you give lessons?”
“I’m trying, cara.”
She grinned up at him, pulling his head down until their lips were barely touching. “I love you, bello mio, and if I ever act this foolish again, promise me you’ll toss me over your shoulder, carry me off to a quiet spot, and paddle my behind until I see reason. This spot should do nicely, in fact.”
He chuckled, hugging her tight. “By all means, bella mia, that will be my duty as your husband, and my pleasure.”

The Blurb:

Abandoned by her father at a young age, Jessie Swanson swore she’d never again depend on any man, let alone someone with Dr. Marc Trent’s reputation as a player. Upon being assigned to work a shift as Marc’s nurse, she vows to keep things entirely professional, but when the darkly handsome surgeon asks Jessie to dinner her promises prove no match for his golden-brown eyes.

One date turns into another, and then another, and the better Jessie gets to know Marc, the more his take-charge personality appeals to her. She soon finds herself craving his dominance in the bedroom as well, and when he takes her over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her long and hard, she is left blushing and begging for more. But after Jessie learns that Marc’s mother and sisters are unhappy about their match, she retreats into her work, sure that a girl who used to call a trailer park home can’t possibly have a future with someone like him.

When Marc puts his foot down about Jessie’s excessive overtime hours and her failure to take care of herself properly, things come to a head. Jessie decides to move on rather than risk losing her independence to a man she fears will one day cast her aside, but Marc doesn’t give up easily. Will the wounds of Jessie’s past keep them apart forever, or can Marc prove to her that he is not only a man she can depend on, but one worthy of her surrender?

Publisher’s Note: Sweet Surrender is a stand-alone sequel to Sweet Salvation. It is a full-length erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy Links:

Media Links

Follow Maddie on Twitter @MaddieTWrites https://twitter.com/MaddieTWrites

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Jaye Peaches: "Have you no hunger for me?" Excerpt from In Enemy Hands

Addy: I'm super happy to have Jaye Peaches over today. I'm so glad you came by!

Jaye: Thank you Adaline for having me visit your blog. I’m sharing an excerpt from my latest book – In Enemy Hands.


Hester has surrendered not only her house to her enemy, Daniel, but her love, too. She impatiently awaits his secret night-time visit, but so far, he’s not appeared.

The next day, she huffed, banged her chair about the dinner table, and pouted her lips in Daniel’s direction over her dish.
When Miriam, who had been waiting on them, left the room on an errand, he put down his knife. “Why the sour face?” he asked.
“I’m contemplating what you told me upon my bed, as I was ensnared by your lips. Remind me, was that not some time ago?” She’d leant forward, lowering her voice as she spoke. If he really knew how desperate she’d been for his company, he would appreciate her tenacity. To be his lover, she had to feel desired or else she was nothing but his whore and no amount of honourable words would save her from shame and ignominy once the war finished. “You wanted to know me in an intimate capacity and I have been much neglected. It makes me wonder if I’m naught but a passing fancy. An indulgence for you.” She knitted her eyebrows tight together.
Daniel shook his head. “Why, my dearest Hester, do you doubt my feelings towards you? Would you have me come to you ill or tired? What companion would I be if I lay by your side and snored? Worse, if I slumbered so heavily you could not rouse me and send me from your side before dawn. What would Miriam think, finding you in bed with your sworn enemy?”
Hester swallowed. She had failed to see the risks he undertook beyond tiptoeing to her room at an appropriate hour. However, she couldn’t believe there had been no opportunities to visit.
“Lovers by night, you said. Yet, night after night, I’m alone. Have you no hunger for me?”
“My appetite for you is bottomless, but I maintain we must be careful.”
“You lack courage, sir.” She stuck her chin up in the air and Daniel frowned.
“I would have you know I take the matter of our honour very seriously. I am most insulted you should question my valor. If time would permit, I might take you over my knee and give you a spanking for such an accusation.”
Hester sprang back in her seat, her eyes widening. “That is not part of our agreement. I would not allow it.”
Daniel wiped the broth from his chin. “My dear Hester, you are my ward, my charge, your permission is not required.” His eyes twinkled in the candlelight.
“My dignity will not tolerate such discipline. I would… I’m sure I would find a way to resist you. Scream or something.” She crossed her arms and under her skirts, she crossed her legs, too, aware of a perplexing arousal. How could he excite her so when she wanted to show her displeasure? However, the more he spoke of disciplining her, the harder it became to be cross with him. His reasons for avoiding her were perfectly justifiable and she shouldn’t have questioned his courage—he rode out every day to face dangers.
“Screaming is what we want, isn’t it? To warn off your servants?” He slapped his thighs. “So my dear, what shall it be, a brisk reminder of my sturdy hand or will you show me patience?”
She could not believe how tempted she was by the warming palm of his hand. Hot blood rose up into her face as she imagined herself laid across his lap, skirts lifted, bottom bared, and the great hall echoing to the sound of rapid smacks on her rounded rump. She fanned a hand before her face. She started to stutter an uncertain response, when Miriam appeared carrying a tray of sweetmeats: candied chestnuts.


When the rest of her household flees the family estate during the English Civil War, Hester Cavell, a proud Royalist supporter, stays behind hoping to protect her home. Unfortunately for Hester, she quickly finds that she is no match for a troop of Parliamentarian dragoons, led by Captain Daniel Hasard. Once the dragoons take control of her house, Daniel lets Hester stay with her servants, but he warns her that he will punish her severely if she causes any trouble.
Despite Daniel’s warning, it isn’t long before Hester risks her safety and attempts to sabotage his troops, earning her a long, hard switching on her bare bottom. But as the weeks pass, she begins to realize that the man behind the enemy uniform is loving, intelligent, and kind, and she can’t help but grow more and more attracted to him. Daniel returns Hester’s affection, and while they remain enemies by day to protect her reputation, they soon become passionate lovers by night.
Not wanting the servants to guess at their games, Hester continues to make a pretence at mischief, and Daniel continues to punish her sternly. But when a servant at last finds out the truth of their relationship, will it bring an end to their newfound romance, or will Daniel cast aside politics and allegiances and ask for her hand in marriage?

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

Buy Links :

Author Links.

Ooooh! I can't wait to read this. Be sure to grab your copy if you haven't already! 

Saturday, February 14, 2015

#MedicBlogTour The Medic of Brighton Creek Blog Tour Prize Announcement!

Thank you to everyone who hosted and commented along the way for, The Medic of Brighton Creek blog tour!

Everyone who commented and all of the hosts are being offered a free audio copy of either Marked by the Alpha or Devon's Discipline (of his/her choice)

I decided to do an Amazon gift card instead of a copy of my newest release and the winner is, Roz!

I will be contacting everyone within the next few days to get you your prizes!

Thank you for all of the support!

©All material is original and created by Adaline. Nothing shall be taken without expressed consent. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.