Thursday, March 26, 2015

#DecadentPub #SeoulSpankings Seoul Spankings Anastasia Vitsky "Say my Name"

I'm thrilled to have Anastasia Vitsky over with an excerpt from her newest book, Seoul Spankings. You are always welcome on my blog. The best of luck!



Excerpt 

“Say my name,” she demanded, startling me with her fierceness. Korean For Foreigners had told me saying someone’s name was rude.

 “Hee-yon,” I stammered, unable to form the alien syllables. “Huh—huh-yawn.” 

She pursed her lips, circling my chair. “Indi Go,” she enunciated, in the odd, separated manner seeming to order me from her presence. “Here I am not Ee Sajahng. I am Hyunkyung Han, and you will call me by name.” 

“Ee,” I faltered. Some of her employees had said something familiar. “Ee?” I grasped onto the only sound I could replicate. 

“Ee Sajahng,” she repeated. “Founder. Investor. A title, not a name. Call me Hyunkyung.” This time as she walked around me, her knee brushed against mine. 

A tiny gymnast vaulted somewhere underneath my ribs, and I spoke without thinking. “Can’t I say HK?” After all, her staff called me Miss Go. Why insult her by butchering the sounds I couldn’t form? 

She paused behind me, delaying long enough to highlight the ludicrous nature of my request. Yo, Barack ol’ buddy. I can call you BO, right?"

 “Sorry,” I mumbled. 

“Americans are so familiar,” she said, in an undertone.

 “Koreans are so formal!” I protested. 

“Yes,” she answered, tapping one manicured finger against another. “Let’s show you how formal.”







Blurb:

Broken-hearted when her live-in boyfriend impregnates her best frenemy, Indigo Adams accepts a one-way ticket to Seoul, South Korea, and a challenge from her Great-Aunt Matilda: Forget that boy. Go and make something of yourself.

Bruised from an international public relations nightmare as the new heir to the multi-billion-dollar Han Incorporated, Hyunkyung Han seeks positive publicity in the form of a wedding. She consults with Madame Eve to find a nice, well-behaved Korean American with bilingual and bicultural skills.

Instead, Madame Eve sends Indi, a na├»ve philosophy major graduate working for minimum wage at the local pub. Enraged to find Indi can’t speak one word of Korean, Hyunkyung orders her sent home on the next plane to Spillville, Iowa.

Then Hyunkyung shakes Indi’s hand, and the sparks fly. With all of her professional responsibilities, how can Hyunkyung allow herself to fall for the wrong woman? How can Indi feel attraction for a woman who despises her?

Seoul Spankings offers a light-hearted romp through the perils and joys of navigating an intercultural romance. Certain to delight all fans of a happily ever after with a kinky twist 



Buy Links:

Buy Links Publisher: http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=1079&osCsid=hs36vl91g930spnfethm43n5c4
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Seoul-Spankings-1Night-Anastasia-Vitsky-ebook/dp/B00UKL5S8S/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Seoul-Spankings-1Night-Anastasia-Vitsky-ebook/dp/B00UKL5S8S/
Amazon Canada: http://www.amazon.ca/Seoul-Spankings-1Night-Anastasia-Vitsky-ebook/dp/B00UKL5S8S/
Amazon Germany: http://www.amazon.de/Seoul-Spankings-1Night-Stand-English-ebook/dp/B00UKL5S8S/
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=2IYyBwAAQBAJ
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/seoul-spankings/id976825843?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/seoul-spankings

Book on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25188647-seoul-spankings?from_search=true



Anastasia's Author Bio

Cookie queen, wooden spoon lady, and champion of carbs, Anastasia Vitsky specializes in F/F fiction. She hates shoes and is allergic to leather. When not writing about women who live spankily ever after, she coordinates reader and author events such as Spank or Treat, Love Spanks, and Sci Spanks. Her favorite event is Ana’s Advent Calendar, a month-long celebration of books, community, and making a difference. She is too afraid to watch Doctor. Who, but she adores The Good Wife and anything with Audrey Hepburn. In her next life, she will learn how to make the perfect pie crust.

She can be found at governingana.wordpress.com and on twitter @AnastasiaVitsky.

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Printable Book List: https://governingana.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/printable-book-list-for-anastasia-vitsky.pdf



~Adaline Raine~

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

"Spread your feet apart." Keith Anderson Pretty When You Cry



I'm happy to introduce Keith Anderson! His new Anthology, Pretty When You Cry, is up for sale this week for only $.99! Be sure to grab your copy!  I hope Keith realizes just how hard it was to choose one excerpt! Best of luck, you're welcome at my blog anytime.

 Here is a very sexy snippet from, "Antici-" 



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After he pulled her hair back, Mark took a blindfold out of his back pocket and placed it over her eyes. Stacy marveled at how still everything gets when your vision is taken away. She stood motionless, straining to pick up any cues. Even though she remembered what the room looked like and knew he was nearby, she felt lost. The quiet was discomfiting. She jumped slightly when she felt his fingers trace her cheek, slowly gliding down her neck, between her breasts. His fingertips then looped around her navel and back up, drawing a lazy circle around one of her breasts, almost crossing a nipple, which hardened anyway from the thought.

His touch stopped and there was nothing. His command broke through the darkness. “Spread your feet apart.”


She moved her feet about shoulder width apart.


“Further.”

She spread them until her feet were about two feet from each other. His hands touched her ankle and then her restraint, hooking something to it and then to the other ankle restraint. When she tried to move her feet, she realized he had attached a two-foot spreader bar between her ankles, keeping her legs wide open. His fingers quickly took advantage by sliding up her inner thigh. She bit her lip at his touch, but he withdrew before he reached her wet pussy. She took a deep breath, dealing with her vulnerability and the tingles in between her legs.

***


Blurb:

Keith Anderson has been in BDSM lifestyle since 2000, has been involved in his local BDSM community since 2009 and loves to write hot and twisted stories about love, pain and pleasure.In his first anthology of short stories, Keith Anderson uses his creative, inventive and wonderfully descriptive writing style to explore territories and fantasies not for the timid. With six short stories like 'The Game', 'Downhill From Here' and 'All You Ever Wanted', plus a special sneak preview of the first chapter from his upcoming novel, “Kinky in Flatland', Keith wades into the hot waters of BDSM, spanking and erotic romance. An anthology that's sure to please and yet leave you wanting more, 'Pretty When You Cry' will be sure to excite your passions, inspire some fantasies and perhaps give you a few new things to think about when you go into the hardware section of Wal-Mart. Just sayin'. 

Warning : This book contains spanking, sex and BDSM elements. If you object to any of these things, please do not buy this book.


Buy link http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TSQWJLA


Contact Keith

email : keithandersonemail@gmail.com
twitter : @kandersonauthor
blog : keithandersonblog.blogspot.com
Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100006286815987




Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Marie Hall: Royal Scold Worship Series Book Two

I'm sharing an excerpt from Marie Hall's newest release, Royal Scold, Worship Book Two. Thanks for stopping by!

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Excerpt:

  “Io,” he whispered in her ear. Io jumped, how hadn’t she heard him come so close? “I warned you, you cannot say you did not bring this on yourself.” Xavier pushed her aside and pulled out the chair, sitting down hard, he yanked her down over his lap.
  “No, Xavier, no.” She put her hands back to keep him from lifting the smock she wore. “I will not disturb you, sleep.”
  “We are both going to sleep this night.” Xavier captured her hands holding them as he pushed the skirts high. “Unfortunately for you, sleep will come after this overdue lesson.”
  “This is not just,” Io claimed, relieved when he stopped raising her skirts.
  “Io, you have been told.” Xavier resumed exposing her legs and thigh not stopping until the material was gathered on the small of her back. “Three nights now I have let it pass. No more.”
  “I only wish you, us safe.” Io kicked her legs and squealed when Xavier’s big hand settled on her.
  “One more time Io, there is nothing safe in leaving a dangerous weapon lying about.” Xavier didn’t sound angry so perhaps he’d relent.
  “What about…” She sniffed. He might give in if she sounded contrite.
  He sighed, his callused fingers tickling at her skin and warming her in a place she much preferred, “Io, I have told you and this is the last time. You are safe in this tent with me. You are safe in this camp with everyone else. I have been coming to The Forks most of my life and there is rarely trouble.” She felt him sit back, straighter, stiffer his fingers stilled. “No one, Io, is going to hurt you.”
  “But you…” Io persisted only to tense when his hand lifted from her.
  “I will worry about me Io,” he said.
  Io was so relieved when the marks from the cane faded, when she could sit and move without pain or discomfort. She thrilled to the fact Xavier could touch her, grab her, and hold her without a sharp reminder of how disappointed he was with her. With the first resounding smack he undid it all. Put her back in a fog of pain. And he didn’t stop at one.
  “No,” Io cried and tried to twist away.
  His hand cracked down again. “You will stop with the weapons.”
  “Xavier, please I want…” He pulled his hand back, and before she could finish expressing her desires, it cracked down.
  “You will stop.” He trapped her kicking legs and his palm landed again.
  “Can you keep…” Io words ended on a wail when a fast, hard volley of blows landed.
  “This is not a,” Xavier started, and then lit into her with another long set, of hard swats, “negotiation.” He aimed lower and set about heating the tops of her thighs, “Io.”
  “Xavier,” Io squealed his name.
  “Will you relent?” He stopped his assault, rubbing gentle circles on her battered flesh.
  “Xavier.” She sniffed, for all he punished her already, there was no real hurt.
  “You relent?” His hand stilled.
  “Can I have back my knife?” Io realized, too late, it was the stupidest thing to say. Xavier’s heavy sigh corresponded with his grip around her waist tightening.
  “Io,” was all he said, before the real punishment began.
  Io regretted the stubbornness which led her to this. Her regret increased in proportion to the pain he inflicted on her poor backside. “Stop,” she cried out when he focused his smacks on that spot, “Stop.”
  Io didn’t know why she fought him, she never won, and it ended the same each time, her voice gone, her throat scratchy, her whole body exhausted and her arse burning and throbbing. With a sob she let it end the same way again. She dropped her head and waited for him to finish exacting the toll he felt she owed.
  His hand stilled almost as soon as she gave up leaving it resting, threatening, on the swell of her bottom. “You relent in this, Io?” She nodded, but tensed when his fingers tapped on a tender spot. “Do you relent, Io?”
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Blurb:
 
United by a royal contract, Io Desmond has found pleasure and pain under Xavier’s firm and steady hand. But trust is not something Io affords to anyone and without it she cannot receive the full measure of what Xavier will give her.
Bound by love and lust, Xavier Brice would give Io the affection and discipline she requires to feel cared for and safe. But he’s never faced anything like the inner demons holding Io away from the offer of home and stability.
If Io’s doubts and fears prove stronger than Xavier’s promise of protection and devotion the challenge could tear them apart. If Xavier’s promise of commitment and dependability can rise above, then together, through the pleasure and the pain, they will find love.
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~Addy Raine~
 
 
 
 
 

Monday, March 23, 2015

"What do you want, little sub?" Morganna Williams His Girl, His Rules

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Addy: I have the awesome Morganna Williams over today! She is sharing a sexy snippet (HOT) from her new release. I'm thrilled to see your book sitting at #7 in BDSM and #11 in Romantic Erotica! This is a great achievement!

Morganna: Thank you for having me today Adaline! I’m very excited about my new book His Girl, His Rules and making the top chart. In this excerpt, Glory is getting a little taste of a bdsm scene with Master Gabriel.

Addy: Oooh! Everyone enjoy. This was such a great read. Glory is so easy to connect with, and Gabriel just hit all the right buttons. *grin*

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Big hands skimmed up her legs, catching the hem of the short skirt and tucking it into her waistband, then stroked slowly up her torso until they came to rest beneath her breasts. Gabriel kissed the side of her neck as he pulled the top of her bustier down until her breasts popped free and into his waiting hands.

“Beautiful,” he murmured against her neck as he cupped a breast in each hand and began to rhythmically pluck her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

Glory groaned and arched her back even more, pressing her breasts more tightly into his hands as she gripped the back of his neck.

“So responsive,” he said as he began to pull and twist each nipple a little harder, causing the sweetest pain she’d ever felt.

“Ooohh!” Glory was awash in sensation. The feel of his hands on her breasts was almost too good and the scent of her arousal filled the air as the telltale slickness between her legs leaked to her inner thighs.

Needing more, she moved her legs restlessly on either side of his legs as he continued to play with her breasts.

“What do you want, little sub?” Gabriel asked, pulling hard at her nipples and wringing another groan from her lips.

“I need…”

“What do you need?” he asked insistently.

“Please… touch me,” she whimpered.

“I am touching you, Glory,” Gabriel said with another hard tug that bowed her back.

“Not there. I want you to touch me… on my clit,” she finished on a breathless whimper.

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Blurb:

Though Glory Walters writes erotic novels about firm-handed men who know how to deal with feisty women, she’s ashamed to admit she’s never experienced anything of the sort herself. But then she meets Gabriel—Sergeant Gabriel to the men he leads on the local SWAT team, but Master Gabriel to her—and suddenly the scenes in her books don’t seem so far-fetched anymore.

Gabriel has just been going through the motions in life since his wife’s death four years ago, but almost from the moment he sets eyes on her, he wants Glory as his own. Despite never having been taken in hand before, she responds beautifully to a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking, and his dominant lovemaking leaves her breathless. But when Glory foolishly puts herself in extreme danger, she soon discovers that naughty girls who take risks with their safety get their bottoms thoroughly punished… inside and out.

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

Buy Link for Amazon:

Morganna's Blog
Morganna's Amazon Author Page


Thanks again for visiting! Best of luck with your book. You're welcome anytime.

~Addy~




Friday, March 20, 2015

Leigh Smith: The Cowboy Has Her Back


I'm excited to have Leigh Smith sharing an excerpt from The Cowboy Has Her Back. Be sure to check it out.


EXCERPT


Mickey told Hank to choose the spot.  He picked Rowdy’s Roadhouse, a restaurant on the outskirts of Williston and made famous by regular appearances of Rowdy’s Rangers, a Texas band now famous but discovered at the restaurant by an affluent patron.  Since then, whenever the band was on tour and in the approximate area, they made it a point to drop in and play a set or two. Rowdy’s was a popular place and there was quite a line  waiting for a table when they arrived. Luckily for them, many of the waiting patrons were large parties and they moved up the list quickly since there was just the two of them.


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