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Tuesday, September 6, 2016

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Domestic Discipline and the seductive anticipation of spanking by Cara Bristol


I'm thrilled to welcome Cara Bristol back with her new release, Domestic Discipline!  Sexy little excerpt she's brought too. Here she is!
Seduction is the anticipation of sex. It’s a dance, forward and backward. Advance and retreat. Flirting, touches, smiles, sexual innuendo. The build up to sex heightens the actual experience, the intercourse part.  Seduction occurs in erotic romance as the characters get to know each other, discover their attraction, and let the chemistry work its magic before they fall into bed.
The seduction is as hot and stirring as the act itself.
In spanking romance, the same thing occurs. There is an anticipation of a spanking. The heroine does something that she knows she’ll be punished for and she feels such delicious dread. She worries about hero finding out what she’s done, she plots how she might get out of it, she bargains with him, tries to talk him out of it. And then it all culminates the act: she is over his knee and her bottom is being roundly smacked.
Sigh…
Readers not familiar with spanking romance might perceive the buildup, the preamble as fear of the hero instead as seduction. But for spanking fiction lovers, the dread is part of the enjoyment.
What do you think? Do you find the heroine’s dread delicious or unappealing?
An excerpt from Rahn’s Way, Domestic Discipline
Taking a deep breath, she pushed into Rahm’s office. The door snicked shut. The click of doom.
Her heart and stomach fluttered in the way they always did when she had to confront a very pissed off Rahm. And he was. Very pissed off. She could tell from the tilt of his head, the set of his jaw.
“Lock the door,” he said.
After she turned the deadbolt, he stood and rounded the desk. “Is there something you want to say to me?” he asked.
“I had planned to tell you!” she said. Her knees knocked together, but she strove for a good show by stomping to the guest chair and plopping her butt into it. Then wished she hadn’t because now he towered over her, and the small metal plug he’d inserted in her ass before they’d left for work didn’t seem all that tiny. She shifted onto one hip.
He leaned against his desk and crossed his arms. “Tell me what?”
He knew. And she knew he knew, so why did a verbal confession seem to carry so much more weight? Why couldn’t they take their knowledge and fly away like pigs?
Because that wasn’t Rahm’s way. He insisted on a full accounting. Rahm’s way or the highway. Rahm’s way or her ass.
No, Rahm’s way and her ass. He would spank her over this. And it wouldn’t be a pretty- please-spank-me-again-it-hurts-so-good kind of paddling. But a wailing-begging-sleep-on-her- stomach-afterwards spanking.

Domestic Discipline Blurb:
Love, desire, domination, and submission. Two domestic discipline romances by USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol in one volume.
Wife on the Lam
Janelle wants to take a luxury vacation for her wedding anniversary. Despite numerous hints, husband Brent misses all the clues and plans a business trip! Miffed, she flies off alone to a luxury resort. She’s going to celebrate—with or without him.
Brent didn’t have to work. He’d planned a second honeymoon to the luxury Cabana Resort. Janelle might have ruined his surprise, but he’s not going to let her ruin their anniversary, too. He has a little trick up his sleeve to take his errant wife in hand and get their marriage back on track.
Rahm’s Way
Before her military husband left for his tour of duty, Cadence Simmons relied on Rahm’s love, direction, and protection. His absence forced her to become more independent and make decisions for herself. After serving his country, he’s home for good and eager to resume their marriage as it was before. Only Cadence isn’t quite sure she wants things exactly as they were. Can domestic discipline guide this couple through some major changes?
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Author Bio
USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes “nice and naughty” stories of love, romance, and humor featuring strong alpha heroes. She is a no. 1 bestseller in BDSM erotica, science fiction romance, and holiday fiction on Amazon. She is best known for her Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series and her Breeder D/s sci-fi romance series. She lives in Missouri with her own alpha hero, her husband. 
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Thursday, July 28, 2016

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A chance for love, but can she accept the kink? Guest Post by Cara Bristol

Cara Bristol is re-releasing Destiny's Chance, a paranormal spanking romance! I'd forgotten all about this one and am drooling over that cover! Check out the sexy (spanky) excerpt below! The title is part of the Kindle Unlimited program so if you are a member, you can read it for free! 

Fate gave her a gift.  Is she brave enough to accept it? 
Destiny Grable has loved Chance Everett for as long as she could remember, but he was never interested in her until a tragic act of fate grants her heart’s desire. Now Chance is all hers—body, mind, and soul. But once they’re together, she discovers he has a kinky side she never knew about. Is she ready for it? Can she handle it? And Chance isn’t the only one with a secret. If he discovers what she’s hiding, will he still want her?

Destiny’s Chance was previously published in 2013. This is a re-release.

Excerpt
A silk kimono slithered off a hanger to land on a chest on the floor of the closet. She hung up the robe and eyed the trunk. Made of aged, saddlelike leather, it had thick rawhide handles and brass hardware.
She dropped to her haunches. “Probably locked anyway.”
She pressed the button. The latch popped. She wavered, then surrendered to curiosity and lifted the lid.
“Oh my God!” She clapped a hand over her mouth and fell on her ass. “That’s his kink.” She stared at the treasure trove of spanking implements. Paying attention to how she removed them so she could replace them exactly as she’d found them, she examined the items. Several paddles of different shapes and sizes in both leather and wood. A pom-pom-like flogger with supple soft leather strands and a stiff wooden handle. Some common items: a hairbrush, a wooden spoon, a ruler. And a strop resembling a belt split into two parts. A tawse! She’d heard of them but never had seen one until now.
She smacked her palm with it. Biting. How would it feel against a bare bottom? She pictured herself laid out like an offering over Chance’s lap as he spanked her bottom until it was supersensitive and then stung her cheeks with the tawse.
Her pussy cheered with a twitch.
She fantasized often about being spanked but had no idea if she’d like it if she experienced it. However, she loved leather—appreciated its hard and soft textures, its masculine scent, the snap it made. Such a versatile material. Sensual. Sexy. She stroked the soft strands of the flogger, then whacked her palm with the tawse again.
She sat cross-legged on the floor like a little girl playing with grown-up toys. All she required for some really wicked games was a playmate named Chance.

Author bio 
USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes contemporary and science fiction romance and has topped the Amazon sales charts in science fiction and fantasy romance and erotica. No matter what the romance subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven, seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

Friday, July 17, 2015

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You Like To Watch? #satspanks


Welcome back to the Saturday Spankings Blog Hop. Today, I'm sharing a piece from DEVIANT. This is the scene where Mia comes back to her hotel room to find Julien waiting for her in the dark (POV is Mia's)...
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I reached a trembling hand out to switch on the dimmest lamp. It took a little feeling around to find the cord and I pulled on it, but the exact moment I did was the exact moment I saw him. 
I let out a little scream and jumped backward, pressing my back to the wall as he rose to his feet and put a finger to his lips. 
“Shh.” 
How had I not seen him? How had I not sensed him? He hadn’t even been hiding, he’d been sitting there on the couch waiting for me. 
I swallowed as he stopped just a few inches from me. I turned my gaze up to his, his cold, blue eyes piercing through me as his gaze bore into mine before scanning me from head to toe. I don’t know how I didn’t scream then, don’t know how I stood there, trembling as I was, and it was only when he reached a hand to my chin and lifted my face to his that I even remembered to breathe. 
“You like to watch, Mia?” 
Blurb
Julien

I'm a hit man, an assassin. A deviant by all accounts. I never pretended to be the good guy. 

She was the opposite.

But the minute she pulled the curtains back and saw my face, watched me screwing the blonde who happened to be my next mark, she sealed her own fate. 

There could be no witnesses, ever.  

I let it go on a few days though. Never closed the curtains, gave her one hell of a show. I liked it, liked seeing her get all hot and bothered. Her face so innocent, so…corruptible. And all that time she was watching, she had no idea I'd seen her, that I was watching her too. 

But all good things must come to an end. 

Imagine my surprise when I turned up to take care of her only to find two goons breaking down her door, weapons in hand. 

Turned out she had a price on her head. Her stepbrother wanted her and he wanted her alive. I'd never been one to pass up an opportunity to collect the kind of money he was offering, especially if I could have some fun while I was at it. 

It just never occurred to me she’d be anything more than my next mark.

Mia

Curiosity killed the kitten. 

I'll never forget the look in his eyes when he said those words.  

When I watched them from the window, I didn't suspect for a moment that he'd seen me, that he was watching me back. Not while he was doing what he was doing to the woman on her knees before him. 

But then she turned up dead, and he turned up in my hotel room, waiting for me in the dark. 

I didn't think for one second him being there that night would save my life. I'd been on the run for two years, but my stepbrother had finally caught up with me. Or his two thugs had. 

Finding out I had a quarter-of-a-million dollar bounty on my head convinced Julien I was more valuable alive than dead. But to collect it would mean returning me to my stepbrother, who had sworn to make me pay for what I'd done. 

Julien was cruel. He was merciless. He scared the crap out of me. But there was something else, something he never wanted me to see. Inside, he was broken, like me.

My stepbrother was wrong if he thought I'd let him get his hands on me ever again. I had no intention of allowing that to happen, even if it meant I'd have to sleep with the devil to survive. 

And I had no doubt Julien was the devil.

* Please note: This standalone dark romantic suspense is complete at 68K words. No cliffhanger, only a badass Alpha male who doesn't seem like much of a hero at the start, who uses strong language, and likes dirty, kinky sex. Some readers may find him offensive.

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Wednesday, June 17, 2015

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Intense and Sensual: New #Spanking Romance by Jaye Peaches

Please welcome Jaye Peaches to my blog today with an intensely sensual piece from Viola's Heart Strings, her latest Victorian spanking romance. 

Hi Natasha, thank you having me on your blog today. 
I’m sharing from my latest release, a hot Victorian romance with spankings and sex…. and teasing. Viola’s husband, Sir Anton, has finally brought her to one of his secret rooms. It’s empty and with both of them standing in the middle of the room, he’s asked her what she thinks is its purpose.


His tone was the one she loved to respond to without question. He tied his necktie about her eyes, blindfolding them.
She thought hard. The room was empty and spacious, devoid of the trappings of life and personality. She stood still in the centre. The windows, like all of the windows in the cloistered rooms, had been shuttered up. Even so she could hear the wind blowing hard outside and in the distant, perhaps the rustle of tree branches. The room didn’t smell of anything in particular, although she felt it would benefit from an airing.
She heard him breathing close by—level breaths so unlike her own. She kept her eyes shut and his finger touched her face, lingering on her cheek for a few seconds before it trailed down her face. Lower the finger went, until it reached the thread, which tied the lapel collars of her robe together. He pulled the cord and the soft fur slipped down her naked body, both tickling and caressing her skin. For a moment, her skin goose bumped with the exposure to the cool air. She knew her nipples were springing up; her little emblems of her arousal.
He continued to trail his finger lower, between her breasts, into her navel and then it reached its destination.
“Uh!” muttered Viola, as he stroked her fragile clitoris with a fluttering gesture.
“You haven’t answered my question, Viola.” He spoke directly into her ear.
“I feel empty. A nothingness about me… except you. I truly don’t have anything to think about.” She bit her lip—had she offended him?
“This room is that. A nothingness waiting to be filled with emotions. I can tease you with my fingers or my lips.” He kissed her nipples. “I can suck you until you writhe about.”
He sucked hard on a nipple making her legs go like jelly. “I could bring a whip in here and use it until you are on your knees begging for mercy. Or maybe a gramophone and you would dance naked with me, blindfolded with only my hands to guide you. Or a feather to trail across you until the tickling becomes agony. Or perhaps a stool to bend you over, allowing me to take you with gusto. So many things I could do in this empty room.” His voice lured and baited her unceasingly.
Throughout his speech, he teased her tender clitoris with slow circles of his thumb. With the last words, he penetrated her pussy with a long finger. “So wet, Viola, so eager for me to fuck. Is that what you want me to do?” He squeezed a buttock cheek with his other hand.
Viola rapidly disassembled into emotionally frayed parts. Her arousal was approaching a climax of mammoth proportions as his two hands expertly frigged and insulted her senses in tandem. “Please, please make me come for you.” She tossed her head back and leaned against his sturdy form so she could keep upright.
“What is this room about? What is its purpose?” he asked again, his hands working harder.
His fingers had become brutal extensions of his sadistic ability to emasculate her, to force her to lose her inhibitions completely for his pleasure. She let him without resistance. Piece by piece she fragmented, struggling to contain herself. His own body had stiffened, his caged cock flexed against her and she had to hold back the desire to fall to her knees, seek it out with her nuzzling face and swallow it whole.
“I... I...” She spoke inarticulately, unable to form words: her mind a mess of undefinable emotions.
He lifted two fingers deep inside her drenched pussy and stretched her insides, chafing her sex spot—she teetered on her tiptoes.
“Oh please, sir,” she moaned, pressing her hands against his chest, curling her fingers about his clothing. Through the fabric, she felt the thundering beats of his heart. Fast, but not as racy as her own frantic pulsating beats.
“Once we are in this room, I am your lord. I am your absolute master and nothing you say or do will be other than what I wish or desire. You will be commanded and controlled to whatever purpose I yearn.”
“My lord, yes I am yours to command,” repeated Viola, arching her back and pushing her pelvis onto his hand.
Three fingers entered her willing pussy and she continued to dilate about his thrusting hand. He pressed his thumb on her clitoris and circled it. “What is the room’s purpose, Viola, tell me!” demanded Anton.
She was close to succumbing to an orgasm. “Whatever you wish, lord. It is a room of fantasies and desires,” she gasped faintly.
“Yes, my sweet Viola. We bring in here what we are and what we want to be. You can tell me, outside these walls, your fantasies and dreams and I will recreate them for our delectation. Once in here, you have no control over what happens. You must show your obedience, your trust and respect. There will be my imaginings too and you will accommodate them to the best of your ability. I will not punish you if you fail as long as you try hard to fulfil my wishes.”

Blurb
After a whirlwind courtship in Monaco, innocent Viola falls in love and marries enigmatic Sir Anton Valise. Following their honeymoon in France, she begins a new life at his estate in Dorset, England. Anton's need for passionate, dominant love-making is haunted by memories of his first wife, Margot, and he fears his new wife will falter in her love for him if she does not remain obedient. To keep her loyal, the baronet introduces rules to aid Viola's submission but suppresses his desire to spank her when she errs.
With nobody to befriend or trust, the lonely Viola overhears the hushed conversations of the servants discussing the beautiful Margot, whom died in mysterious circumstances, and she discovers secret rooms in the house, which unearth a side of Anton she had not imagined.
Viola fears Anton will never cease loving Margot and she is determined to keep him happy. Whenever Anton dominates her in the bedroom, she fantasizes about his wish to spank her, and it rouses her craving to submit to increasingly erotic sex until eventually, she commits an error of judgment and Anton is forced to impose his discipline upon her.
With tension between the couple rising, Anton and Viola's relationship reaches a crisis point leading to Viola discovering a past filled with lies and pretences, above and below stairs.


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Tuesday, June 9, 2015

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His Rebellious Queen #Newrelease #Spanking Romance by Casey McKay

I have Casey McKay here today with her brand new and very first sci-fi spanking romance! I love sci-fi, it's one of my favorite genres to read and write, and His Rebellious Queen was a hot read with a really great plot, characters whom you loved but wanted to slap across the head at times, spankings and sex, lots of it, and the typical McKay humor tossed in that just makes you chuckle at random (and mostly inappropriate) moments. Here's Casey!

Hi Natasha! Thanks for having me over today to talk about my new release. I had a lot of fun writing my first sci fi romance. Writing romance in general is fun. Coming up with new and interesting characters, sexy men and sassy women, and I get to give them all the happy endings they deserve. What's not to love? But writing regular humans in romance novels you are still stuck in the confines of the regular human world.

I mean how many times have you thought life would be so much easier if your husband could just read your mind? I know I've thought it. Instead of having to explain myself it would be so nice if he just already knew. Of course he can't and he often likes to tell me he isn't a mind reader. So when I was writing this sci fi novel I was trying to think about what would make a Cassian so different from a regular human. I decided it would make Astor all that more delicious if he could read Lyra's mind.

Astor is a Cassian and Lyra is a human, but they discover that they have this telepathic link between them. Not all Cassian's have this skill, but Astor is skilled in more ways than one.

He's so in tune with Lyra that he knows what she'll respond to before she even does. (That has to be the ultimate perk, no more frantic directions in bed? “A little to the left, harder, harder—Oh my god, don't stop!”)

But of course there are drawbacks too. Think about it, he can read her mind! I don't think I would like that after all...

Here is an excerpt where Astor and Lyra first discover they have this telepathic link. And Astor is very much using it to his advantage. They've had an argument and he caught Lyra trying to help a revolutionary escape.


"Your body is mine to do with as I please," he reminded her, she could hear the anger and disappointment in his tone. But unlike other times, she did not feel it, she could not process anything but his fingers that trespassed into every part of her. He pinned her in his gaze, thrusting deeper into her pussy and pushing further into her back entrance.
She screwed her eyes shut and whimpered. He had shown her before that he demanded obedience, when he had discovered her in the hallway with Rand she feared he would spank her, whip her, lock her in their rooms, she never imagined this. He was punishing her in the most carnal of ways, she would have rather had the corporal punishment.
"I have not completely ruled that out," he said, as if responding to her thoughts.
Her eyes shot open and she looked at him in shock, had he just read her thoughts? He looked just as surprised as she, perhaps just realizing that she hadn't spoken aloud at all, yet he had heard her.
Bastard, she thought, ridding her mind of any other thought, she projected it into her mind.
He let out a deep chuckle, but it frightened her because it was a humorless laugh. "That is what you decided on? We discover a telepathic link and you dare call me names?" He arched a brow at her and angled his body closer as she seemed to have achieved in putting some distance between them. He hooked his leg under her top leg, pulling their bodies together and burying his digits deeper within her.
"Ah!" she yelled out, as he buried himself up to his knuckle, stretching her rosebud further.
Behave, she heard him say. His voice was crisp and clear and she could note the stern warning tone, but her eyes had never moved from his face and he had not opened his mouth. He raised his eyebrows as if daring her to disobey. Goosebumps rose on her skin as she realized not only could he hear her thoughts, but she could hear his. What did this mean?
As she was trying to process this, his thumb tapped her clit and he wiggled his fingers inside of her. "Please!" she called out, frenzied by his treatment of her.
"Please stop or please more?" he asked, with a knowing look.

Blurb for His Rebellious Queen
Lyra didn't expect her arranged marriage to be easy. But she also didn't think it was going to be so hard. Moving to a distant planet to become queen was one thing. Learning to take orders from her Alpha, warrior husband was quite another. 

Astor knew from the moment he was appointed king there would be no other woman for him. Fulfilling a promise from his past to protect and keep her safe, he claims Lyra as his wife and queen. When she routinely skirts the rules and defies his orders, he realizes he will need to take his feisty wife in hand in the way the Cassians have done for centuries.  

But when a plot for revolution follows the new queen and the secrets they're both keeping become exposed, will Astor be able to convince his rebellious queen that they are on the same side or will Lyra's trust come too little too late?

His Rebellious Queen is a sci fi romance about love, trust, and starting over. 
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Friday, December 5, 2014

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Finding Submission by Megan Michaels



I have Megan Michaels here today with her new release, Finding Submission! It's her first D/s book and a self-pub at that and all I can do is stare at that cover! 

Thank you so much for having me on today, Natasha!   

Blurb

Preston Harrison is the picture of the gentleman Southern lawyer, as handsome and affable, as he was strict and precise. His ordered professional life suited him and his temperament, not a thing out of place, not an event unplanned. But he was more than a lawyer though -- he was also a Dom, and he made sure his personal life and professional life never intersected. Never that is until his world is turned upside down by one Avery Beauchamp, a stubborn, adorable, and way too sassy pocket Venus.

Being the only daughter of a respected Judge should’ve set Avery up for a life of ease, of privilege. But Avery had a habit of not doing anything she should -- she only did the things she wanted. Marching to the beat of her own (very smart-mouthed) drummer had always served the headstrong girl well… until the day she ran afoul of a little thing called the law.

A strict southern lawyer and a color-outside-the-lines misdemeanor offender should have been like oil and water. But when a Judge’s daughter finds herself on the wrong side of the law, she’s presented with a choice: a fine and possible jail time, or an alternative sentence. Preston -- against his better judgment -- finds himself agreeing to the rather unique sentence for the wayward girl: house arrest for Avery.

There was one problem for Avery though: the house where she would serve her sentence wasn’t hers -- it was Preston’s. Worse, as she learns what working for the strict Preston Harrison really means -- and how deep her own repressed desires might go -- she fears that she might lose more than her freedom to the devastatingly handsome Dom. She might lose her heart too.

Note: This BDSM erotic romance includes the following acts or themes: bare bottom spanking and other corporal punishment, D/s, explicit sexuality, anal play, and BDSM activity including kitty/pet play. If these acts or themes might be offensive to you, please do not buy this book.

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I’m giving you a sexy, kinky excerpt today that is just for you!   In this snippet, Preston takes Avery anally.   

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“Let’s get it out, so I can sink myself into you.  I’m thinking you’ll like me up your ass more than that plug. Am I correct?”
“I don’t know.  It might be a tossup at this point.”  Avery giggled, and he couldn’t help but chuckle with her.  She was so sassy, and though that was a trait he didn’t normally like, her sass made him laugh every day. Who could resist that?  
“I think I can convince you that I’m much better, girl.” He swatted her bottom, pressing his hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her down onto the nightstand. “Smart ass.”
“Hey, how the hell do you get to swear and call me names?  I can’t do that to you!”
“I’m not calling you names, sweetie.  It’s the truth.   You’re a smart ass, and you know it.”

After cleaning her, he worked lube into her channel, pressing two fingers easily into her ass; the plug was a good size, leaving her well stretched and ready.   She moaned every time he pressed his fingers into her, and he stroked her clit to increase her arousal still more.  Her hips pressed back onto his fingers, her ass squeezing around him.
Preston inserted his fingers from his other hand into her pussy. “Jesus, Avery, you’re drenched.”  Both her scent, and the wet, sexy sounds of his fingers plundering her sex filled the air.   He loved the smell of an aroused woman and her breathy moans, the sway of her hips and jiggling of breasts that accompanied arousal.  Her nipples were hard, and pointed tips almost glowing, bathed in the clock’s ghostly blue luminescence.  He ran his hand over her well-striped ass, leaving a bright trail of her moisture over flushed skin still warm to the touch. 
“Preston, please.  Please I need to come!”


I hope you all enjoyed it and you get your copy so you can read more about Preston and Avery! 



Wednesday, October 29, 2014

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Scene: Hot New BDSM Short Story Collection by Jane Gilbert

I've mentioned Jane from Behind the Chintz Curtain once or twice here. She was one of the very first people I ever reached out to after my own coming out and I can still remember my first e-mail to her. I was so insecure and nervous and she was so so completely kind and warm in her reply, and we've become good friends since. I just don't know why she waited so long to actually publish her first set of short stories as I've been reading her work for a while now and it's not only hot, but elegant while being completely naughty and I'm very much looking forward to The Garden, her first full length novel coming up soon - right Jane? SOON. No pressure...

 I've asked her to share a piece from Scene, her collection of short stories, and as she was visiting my blog, she thought some hot anal would be appropriate ;) Scene is available exclusively on Amazon and is a part of the Kindle Unlimited program so it is available for a free read! But first, here's Jane:

Firstly, a massive, massive ‘thank you’ to Natasha for having me on her blog. She has been nothing short of amazing in her cheerleading of Scene, holding my hand and providing endless encouragement as I put it together. She’s a fabulous writer, a fabulous friend and I am honoured to know her. Gush over, let’s get to the good stuff! The following snippet is taken from Diana, the very first story in the collection, and I’ve chosen it because, well, who doesn’t like hot anal? :)  Enjoy! Jane xxx


DIANA

I turn to the man wearing the latex gloves as Steven uses his thumbs to massage and spread your outer labia before finally lifting his hands from your body and stepping away to turn off the power unit. “What do you think of my slut, Etienne?” I ask casually as the hum fades. He moves closer and looks thoughtfully at the pink flesh of your cunt. Reaches out and pulls back the hood of your clitoris before spreading apart your lips with his thumb and forefinger. 
You whimper softly, the sound full of excited shame.
“Pretty pussy. Fuckable. Arse looks a little tight, though.”
“Mmm, yes, that is one of my concerns. I hold up the glass toy in my hand. “I’d actually planned on stretching her myself but perhaps you’d like the pleasure?”
You make a sound of protest.
“I’d be more than happy to.” 
He reaches out to take the plug from my fingers and I pick up the discarded tube of lubricant before placing a reassuring hand on your inner thigh as we both move to stand between your splayed legs. 
A light sheen of sweat covers your skin.
“This nice man is going to plug you, Diana,” I announce loudly. As if you didn’t hear me make the offer. “So I want you to be a very good girl,” there’s a wonderfully loud squelching sound as I squeeze out a dollop of clear liquid onto Etienne’s waiting fingers, “and relax that pretty little arsehole of yours for him.”
Together we watch as the little arsehole in question tightens at my words and your face flushes crimson.
“Now, now, pet,” Etienne says silkily, touching the tip of a slick finger to the little pucker, circling gently. “Don’t make me go and get a bigger plug. I’d love to make you take one but I suspect you wouldn’t particularly care for the experience.” 

Blurb

Your cravings. 

Your longings. 

Your need. 

Your shame. 

I see all of you, no matter how hard you try to hide yourself from me. The only question is … who else will? 

Four stories, four women; whose scene will you wish was your own?