His To Breed Cover Reveal #spanking #BDSM

It feels like I've been missing in action for a long LONG time... It's summertime and we've just gotten back from a family vacation, and soon, like when the kids go back to school in the coming weeks soon, I hope to be back to my routine and just be around more. I've missed you all! It's amazing how out of touch a few days without internet will leave you feeling. 

But there is good news... 

I'm very excited to share the cover to my upcoming release, His To Breed! I think it might be my favorite cover yet and so completely captures the feel of the story. Thank you to the amazing Korey Mae Johnson who took a photo I liked and just gave me something a thousand times more beautiful. 

Following is the blurb. Release date is this coming Tuesday, August 19th! I'll share some snippets with you in the meantime but for now, the blurb...

In the aftermath of a plague which brought civilization to its knees and left most of the world’s female population sterile, breeders—the few women who remain fertile—have become a precious commodity. Breeders live in relative comfort, but upon reaching adulthood they are tasked with bearing one child after another to carry on the species. Frequent medical assessments keep the breeders healthy and harsh punishments keep them in line.

As a breeder who has just come of age, Rowan knows she will soon be little more than a slave, but when she dares to resist her fate the penalty is severe. After a shameful, public chastisement and a thorough, humiliating examination to determine her suitability for child-bearing, Rowan is given to a savage from outside the community—a huge brute of a man named Silas—to be bred.

Against all expectations, Rowan finds herself drawn to her new captor. Brave, ruggedly handsome, and even kind at times, Silas is everything the men who enslaved her were not. When the time comes for him to breed her, despite the circumstances, something deep inside her begs for him to take her long and hard. But while she soon finds herself longing to be his forever, Rowan knows that eventually those who gave her to him will try to take her back. When that day comes will Silas fight to keep her at his side even if it means risking everything he loves?

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

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Corbin's Bend Blitz: Finding Their Bliss by Thianna D

Brent Carmichael loved Corbin's Bend. A small community at the base of the rocky mountains just for spankofiles, he worked tirelessly to make sure everything ran smoothly and that the residents were safe and happy. He never intended to fall in love but when Charmagne Kendle stumbled into his life, he found an attraction he had no intention of fighting.

Char moved to Corbin's Bend after losing her job, her apartment, and her fiance all in one day. She had no idea she was actually moving to a spanking community but with the freedom to explore her secret fetish, she found herself happily upended over Brent's lap.

As their relationship deepened into domestic discipline, her ex appeared wanting her back. Now she had to choose. The rich, handsome, and charming Nathan Korven or former police officer Brent Carmichael. To find her bliss, there was really only one choice.

Closing the security door – something that made her feel safe, which was stupid considering it felt like she was in the middle of nowhere – she left the inside door open, as it was in the fifties outside and the fresh air helped clear her head.

After placing the tan envelope on her desk, she went back to unpacking. She actually had very little as she was in too much of a hurry to bring everything with her, and there was now a very full storage space several thousand miles away filled with items she now realized would be useful. Especially in a house this size.

Thankfully, she had brought everything from her old kitchen, so after surveying the new one, she figured out where the best places to put everything would be and set about making it into a more workable space. Three hours spent first cleaning it and then unpacking left her sweaty and realizing it was now early afternoon. “If I don’t get down to Denver now, I might not be able to,” she whispered, annoyed. Going into the pantry, she made a much longer list than she had the day before and headed out to her truck. She was glad she had a garage, as at least she would not have to clear her truck off when it snowed. That had always been a pain.

Deciding she could get much of what she needed at a warehouse store, she went there first and packed the back of her truck with copious amounts of food. Maybe if she was lucky, she would be set for winter. Then she went to a grocery store and picked up things she did not need in huge amounts. By the time she exited the store, light gray clouds were building over the mountains and the breeze carried along a crisp coolness.

Snow was most definitely coming.

She was halfway home by the time it began to snow, and it fell hard and fast, whipped up by a strong wind. It did not take long before she cut her speed in half because it was getting difficult to see. There were snow tires on her truck, but even then she occasionally felt it slip and slide, which made her hands grip the wheel tighter and tighter.

Unfortunately her hill was a bit steeper than the mountain she had just driven up and she knew the moment she turned into her long, steep drive that her truck was not going to make it. “Shit,” she hissed as her wheels began to spin and she felt the truck begin to slide backward. She was halfway up the incline and at this rate, by the time she reached the bottom, she would be going very fast and would be likely to shoot past the road and over the cliff on the other side. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” she cried louder as training kicked in and she yanked the wheel to the left. Immediately her truck fishtailed and turned, her head slamming into her headrest as she hit a tree.

Her last thought before she went unconscious was that the universe had a sick sense of humor.

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A community of spankos? What was she thinking?

If you aren’t a spanko or have no interest in domestic discipline, those questions might just be uppermost in your mind. But as someone who is a spanko in their daily life and truly believes in the tenets of domestic discipline, the idea for Corbin’s Bend is a hopeful one. I didn’t start off writing the series thinking “Oh, I’m going to create this wonderful spanking community…” My writing never works like that. Instead, my fingers hit the keys and Corbin’s Bend, Colorado took shape right in front of my eyes.

Now, I could have just written the series myself, released maybe one a year, but even if an author tries to be ‘different’, when they are writing a series, the books will all start sounding the same. I didn’t want that. Instead, I thought of the community and that it takes all kinds and all sorts of personalities to create that feeling. So, what did I do? I opened up Corbin’s Bend to other authors.

And what a plethora of stories that we have coming for you! My novella, Finding Their Bliss, came out on May 7th. The first in the Corbin’s Bend erotic spanking romance series, Finding Their Bliss tells the tale of Brent Carmichael and Charmagne Kendle, two people brought together through unique circumstances and yet their passion and love for each other was not able to be denied. Neither fear nor jealous ex-fiance’s would get between these two. My novella Where They Both Belong came out this month. It’s a prequel to Corbin’s Bend, showing the first days of the community from one of the first residents.

Thianna D is an author of erotica and erotic romance, many of her books either domestic discipline or BDSM in nature. She loves to write about the emotional aspects of these kinds of relationships.

Finding Their Bliss came about from her fantasy about a perfect community where spanking and loving discipline were the norm. She was thrilled when eight other authors joined in to create the Corbin's Bend series, a set of erotic spanking novels and novellas.

Keep up with Corbin's Bend at www.corbinsbend.com.

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A Naughty Anal Punishment from Tara Finnegan's new release, Exile to Unity

It's a shame Corbin's Bend is a fictitious community as I'd definitely be looking into homes if it were real. Just imagine, a community of spankos as your neighbors. It's unreal. Tara Finnegan's latest release, Exile to Unity, is a part of this series and I've asked her to share a bit of this very naughty scene on my blog. I got to read it before publication and oh my... Here's Tara:

Thank you so much, Natasha, for letting me take over your blog to peddle my wares. Yeah, I know, there is a name for people like me, several names actually and none of them flattering!

Finally, that Finnegan one got her ass in gear and released a new book. And it’s here! ExileTo Unity is the third book in the Corbin’s Bend series. For anyone who isn’t familiar with Corbin’s Bend, it’s a fictitious community in Colorado, based on a common ethos of spanking. If it was real I’d move there.  

Warning, what follows is a pretty harsh punishment scene, duly warranted, I think, as the ‘crime’

threatened the very foundation of Ange and Jim’s marriage.   

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Ange looked at where he was standing. Jim had one shoe off, which he had used to hammer a hook against the outside of the downstairs bathroom wall. He fixed the blue bag on the hook. She felt her anus clench at the thought of what was to follow. She heard the glop glop glop of the bag filling with water.

“See this hook? Tomorrow you’re going to find a picture to put here, and every time you look at that picture, you’ll know it’s only there to mask your shame, because from now on, this is where enemas will be delivered. And they’ll be delivered any time you hide things from me, or keep your feelings bottled up. Is that clear? If you keep things in, I’ll force them out. Simple.”

Ange looked at the spot where he’d banged in the hook. She would have to come up with something imaginative to hang at waist height in her living area. She certainly would know it was her shame as she would never hang a picture in that spot. It was if he’d purposefully picked the least likely place for sheer humiliation, knowing how house-proud she was. Even as he spoke, his words and his lecture were affecting her. To her horror, Ange realized she was actually aroused, in spite of the awful thing she was about to endure. Her backside hurt like hell, but even so, she was never more willing to do his bidding. Ange wanted to please Jim, even if that meant having cold water infused into her bottom. She felt a massive sense of relief that he cared enough to punish her. Since Jack was born, Ange had never felt so secure in Jim’s care. He had chosen to forgive her. She watched him lay the towels out on the floor.

“Come here, and lie across my lap,” Jim said as he sat on the chair he had carried

over.

Somehow Ange managed to get her feet to work, shuffling them reluctantly across the

cool of the bleached oak floor.

Blurb: Exile to Unity, Corbin’s Bend Book Three

When their preference for BDSM becomes embarrassingly public, Angela and Jim O’Brien decide to start afresh in Corbin’s Bend, a community based on a common ethos of spanking, a place where Ange hopes they can belong.

Ange soon learns that in this new environment,  Jim is not beyond chastising her with a good sound spanking as the couple face their past demons and try to recover the closeness they once shared.  New challenges soon face the couple.  Will their difficulties destroy them or can their move be what Ange initially hoped for, an exile to unity?

About Tara Finnegan:

Accidental writer from the west of Ireland, Tara likes to write about strong, feisty modern day heroines who meet their match with even stronger spanking heroes where the sparks will fly.

When not writing, she is a wife, mother, taxi-service, gofer and general finder of lost items!

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Sold at Auction: a BDSM Romance #satspanks

Hello Saturday Spankers! I've been completely out of touch I think. We went to Turkey over spring break and I'll share some stories about our trip during the June Spanking A-Z Challenge. For now, just an update on what's going on with writing. 

I just finished edits on my latest MS this week so I'm hoping within the next week or two, it will be ready to go. Besides that, the rights to Naia and the Professor were returned to me earlier this year and the book, with minor revisions thus far, will be re-published in the series it was originally meant to be a part of (The Roark Brothers Trilogy) as Taming Naia. More to come on those but for now, here's a piece from an earlier work, Taming Emma. 

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Emma hung up the phone, her heart thudding against her chest. Five minutes. She had five minutes before she had to be downstairs. 

She took one last look at her reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the woman she’d become in the last months. 

The silk of her dress felt cold against her skin and she shivered. It was a gift, the dress; at least Damien had called it that. 

It wasn’t exactly though; it was more like giftwrap. She was being readied to be presented to the others. She’d be sold to the highest bidder tonight. 

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Her Phantom Disciplinarian #dungeoncrawl

I feel like I've been completely out of touch for ages even though it's only been a little over a week. Holidays are different in Holland than in the US so we've had more days off here and with the family at home, there's not much time left for writing, blogging or getting kinky. Happy to be back today just in time for Romancing the Kink's Dungeon Crawl. 

I'm sharing a piece form Aching to Submit, probably the closest to my heart out of all I've written. It's a piece from the opening of the story...enjoy.

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Sophie drew the curtains of the study windows closed. She returned to her desk and cleared the contents from its surface. Unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse, she lifted her breasts up out of the cups of her bra. She spread her legs to shoulder width and bent forward, laying her torso across the desk before reaching back to push her panties down to just beneath her hips. She lifted her skirt up over her back to bare her bottom.

She remained like this for a few moments, her arms stretched to either side of the desk, her back arched, imagining how she looked as she prepared to be disciplined.

She glanced once more at the picture of the punished girl on her computer screen, taking in the soft curves of her parted thighs, the stripes of the cane across her buttocks, the glistening pink lips of her bare, exposed sex.

Her nipples pressed against the cool leather top of the desk and her fingers found her swollen, slick nub. She pinched and kneaded, moaning, lifting to stand on the balls of her feet as the muscles of her calves, her thighs, her buttocks tensed. She lay her cheek down on the desk and closed her eyes, giving herself over to her imagination while a stream of sunlight penetrated from between the drawn curtains, warming her face.

Behind her closed eyelids she imagined him, the tall, dark stranger. He had no voice today, although sometimes he chastised her verbally as he punished her physically. She arched her back on his command, lifting herself to him, offering herself to him. She could almost feel the sting of his thick leather belt, hear the sound it would make as it struck soft flesh, know the pain it would deliver.

Moisture soaked her fingers and ran down her thighs as he continued to punish her. She spread her legs wider, wanting more, opening herself to her phantom disciplinarian. 

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Stripped and Bound Before her Spanking #dungeoncrawl

Welcome back to Dungeon Crawl, Romancing the Kink's weekly blog hop. Today I'm sharing a piece from Taken by the Beast, my first paranormal erotic romance. Just some quick background, Elijah has kidnapped Kayla and she has just tried to escape - again. 

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Elijah retrieved the rope from the duffel bag and unraveled it, measured something out while she watched. 

“Take off your clothes,” he said.

Kayla stared at him. That was too far. “No,” she said, scooting around the bed. “We don’t need to do that. You can just spank me like the other night. That’s ok. You can just do that.”

He came toward her while she tried to make sense of her words.

“If you don’t take them off, I’m going to do it for you and I’m pretty sure you won’t appreciate that.”

“Are you going to spank me?” she asked, her voice breaking.

“Most definitely. I’m just dying for a shower though, so I thought we’d start with something else. Now last time, clothes off. It will go easier if you cooperate.”

“Easier for you!”

“Enough! Make your decision or I’ll make it for you.”

She unzipped the hoodie, feeling clumsy. He kept his eyes on her while she stripped it off, then pulled her tank top over her head, and quickly cupped her naked breasts. She hadn’t been wearing a bra when he’d taken her and she felt his gaze burning into her, could sense his desire. She turned away a little and pulled her pants down and off. She folded everything and made a neat pile on the bed.

“Underwear too,” he said when she turned to face him, her hands still shielding her breasts from his eyes.

She shook her head, her body’s reaction to his words different than it should be. Traitor!

“Keep them on then, Kayla,” he said.

That was too easy; she hadn’t expected that.

“Do you need to use the bathroom?” he asked.

She nodded.

He gestured for her to go ahead and she did.

“No, door stays open,” he said when she was about to close it.

He’d heard her pee before, but those times he’d turned his back. Now he stood openly watching her.

She lowered her panties and sat down, concentrating on the pattern of the tile floor. She finished, flushed, and washed her hands, then waited for his next command, suddenly unsure which part of the punishment she was more worried about.

“Come here,” he said.

She obeyed.

“Hold out your hands, palms together.”

She did and watched while he worked the loop of the rope around and between her wrists, leaving some slack, but securing it so she couldn’t get free. She couldn’t figure out what he was going to do with it; he hadn’t cut it, so the length was quite long.

Once it was secure, he tugged her along toward a spot between the bed and the desk. He looped the rope through a hook that hung from the ceiling. Likely for a plant or something, she imagined, wondering why she cared. From there, he pulled it until her arms were raised overhead and kept pulling so she had to stand on tiptoe. At that point, he looped the rope through the hook again, giving her no slack, and secured the other end of it. He then retrieved the gag he’d used last night.

“Open your mouth,” he said.

“I won’t scream.”

“I think you’ll understand when I say I don’t trust you.”

She pressed her lips tighter.

“I can use duct tape too, but this won’t hurt as much when I take it off.”

She glared at him, but opened her mouth and didn’t struggle as he secured it in place.

He walked behind her. “One more thing,” he said, taking her panties down to mid-thigh. “When I tell you to strip naked, you strip naked.”

She made a sound of protest.

“Feels even more exposed, doesn’t it?” he asked, coming around to meet her eyes, which filled with tears.

“If you drop them, you’ll get additional strokes added to your spanking,” he said. He then leaned against the wall, folded his arms across his chest and waited, his eyes never leaving hers.

She wondered what he was going to do. This was uncomfortable and humiliating, but no more than that. At least not at first.

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