Showing posts with label Stormy Night Publications. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stormy Night Publications. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Casey's Choice by Alexis Alvarez

Um….wow…just started Alexis Alvarez’s brand new release Casey’s Choice. Did I already say um…wow??? Check this out…

Blurb

When trendy young artist Casey Reilly sneaks into Chicago’s most exclusive club under a fake name, it isn’t long before two rich, handsome men are vying for her attention. The club’s owner, billionaire Jax Hunter, is the first to make his move, but when he discovers her deception he has difficulty forgiving Casey.
After Hunter’s cold response to the truth about Casey’s identity leave her dejected, Max Abbott doesn’t waste time in stepping in to pick up the pieces, and he promptly gets to work on mending her broken heart. But when Hunter decides to try to win her back, Casey will have to make the most important choice of her life.

And the excerpt…

“I trust you here.” His voice sounded surprised, then certain. “I trust you.  But before I go, and before you do, we have one piece of unfinished business.” He raised his eyebrow, and the mood between them ratcheted up into something erotic and dangerous.
“Oh? And what is that?” Her voice was sultry, and she ran a finger over his hand.  “Do you need to fuck me again, Hunter?”
He shook his head.  “I wish I could, but there’s no time for that.”  
“Then…what?” Confused, she frowned, but comprehension dawned when he said, “Last night I promised you the brush and the crop.  I always keep my promises.”
Her eyes widened.  “But –”
“Now.”
“You mean, now, now?”
“Yes.”
“If I don’t want to?”
He leaned in and whispered into her ear.  “Don’t worry; you’ll want to.”  And the simple touch of his lips to her skin had her heart hammering in her chest and arousal surging in her body. God.   And when he added in his regular voice, “Fetch the crop from my room,” she sucked in a breath, lost in his dominant gaze.


Alexis Alvarez is an author, photographer, and digital designer who loves writing steamy romances.  Her female heroines are always strong, intelligent women who fall for the sexiest guy around...and get the happy-ever-after ending of their dreams.

You can usually find Alexis hanging out with her family or her sisters, who are also romance writers, at their website, Graffiti Fiction.  The three of them love to drink wine together and laugh like hyenas while making dirty jokes and really inappropriate comments. Their mom is very proud.

One really cool thing about Alexis is that she’s a friendly author who loves meeting new people on Facebook. Please come on by and say hello. Thanks, and happy reading!








Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Her Doctor Daddy and an Interview with Shelly Douglas


Shelly Douglas has a brand new book out today, Her Doctor Daddy. I don't know if you know this, but Shelly Douglas is not just one person. It's actually two friends and authors, Shelly and Doug, writing together.  I've been curious about this for a long time and I'm thrilled Shelly answered some questions for me about what it's like to write together!

Natasha: So Shelly Douglas is not just one person. Can you tell us a little about Shelly and a little about Doug? 

Shelly: Doug and I met about 17 years ago, when he and my husband played in a father/son golf tournament in Myrtle Beach, SC with our boys.  Doug’s wife opted not to travel, so I was the only woman in attendance.  We got to know each other on that trip and have been good friends ever since!

Natasha: How did you and Doug decide to write this particular sort of book together?  

Shelly: We were on a couples’ vacation about four years ago.  I’d taken my new Kindle with me and was secretly exploring some AP erotica for the first time.  Doug and I had already been sharing mystery and spy novels for years at that point, and I casually brought it up in conversation that I’d started a novella that could be turned into something erotic.  He volunteered pretty quickly to help write it, and things just spiraled out of control from there. LOL!

Natasha: Is it ever weird socially??  

Shelly: Not for Doug, he embraces our writing and is proud of what we do.   People are always surprised that he writes in this genre, but he says they’re never shocked that I do. LOL! It was really his fault that we went public with this whole thing and encouraged me to hold my head up amidst the criticism of our conservative friends.  So, when people ask if it’s worth it when the time comes to split up the royalties - the answer is YES.  It would be a lonely business writing without his friendship and constant support. He’s also much better when it comes to swallowing the negative reviews.  My skin is much thinner than his!


Natasha: What is your writing process?

Shelly: We’ve been writing together for four years, so it’s constantly evolving.  At this point, we usually assign each other chapters that we think we’re best suited to write.  Doug likes to tell our friends that he stays away from the erotic scenes, but in full disclosure – he just sent me one yesterday. HA!  CASE CLOSED!

Natasha: Do you ever disagree on a chapter or scene or the direction a story is taking? How do you handle those? 

Shelly: We used to fight like a cat and a dog over a particular scene, or who the perp in a story might be. In fact, we had a loud argument in a restaurant once across the table because he wanted to kill our hero on his honeymoon.  We still laugh about that one!  But other than making crazy memories, we both know that most of this stuff is not worth arguing over. We like writing together too much, and are trying to make this process as enjoyable as possible.

Natasha: Tell us about your new book. 

Shelly: This book was a blast for us to write on so many levels!  The story takes place in 1975, and our heroine had just dropped out of college to go live with her sister in Ft. Lauderdale.  Many of the characters in this book are based on real people in an authentic setting, so much so that as we wrote it scene by scene, Doug would send me an e-mail to ask, “What happened next?”  Of course, one part of the story that contained pure fiction was the serial killer on the Loose in Lauderdale, but living there in the 1970’s, I can tell you that there were plenty of scary, dangerous young men around with extremely handsome faces.  I went out with one man in particular (who I’d met in a bar) and he scared me so much that I actually bolted out of his apartment and ran home. (Those who know me would laugh at this, because it is a well-known fact that I have no sense of direction!)  Between Ted Bundy and the Zodiac Killer, there were just too many real-life serial murders out there to not be frightened. But unfortunately, the 70’s were also a time of women hitchhiking and bar hopping, and even though we knew of the dangers - for some reason – we did it anyway.  

In 1975 - I was 19 and “Dr. Morales” was 43, but unfortunately in real life, we didn’t have a HEA.  My sister continued to work in the hospital for a number of years after I left and she said that every time she ran into that handsome ER doctor, he always asked about me.  I’ll let our readers decide how much was fiction and what actually happened.  Either way, it was an adventure that I’ll never forget and hope that everyone enjoys the tempestuous ride!

Natasha: Thanks so much for the interview Shelly! Let's get on to a sexy little scene from Her Doctor Daddy!

Shelly: This scene really doesn’t need much set-up.  Lexi was frightened, and Raul didn’t think it was safe to leave her alone in the apartment. It didn’t take much convincing for him to stay overnight.  ;)

Straightening his upper torso, he took hold of her wrists and pulled them over her head. With piercing eyes locked onto hers, his steamy gaze communicated that this wasn’t a game. It was the real thing for him. As he rubbed his surging cock up and down the hot, soaking slit of her sex, Lexi’s legs spread further in supplication, silently begging him to sink into her heated core. Pulling back one more time to look into her eyes, his lips finally seared onto hers with a fevered possessiveness, his thick sword edging into her tight sheath, the strokes building mightily. Slow and deliberate, his strides were steady and deep-seated over and over, her moans quickly escalating to groans until he felt her clench and flutter around his hard shaft. Thrusting into her one final time, he ground his pelvis hard against hers and shattered as she squeezed convulsively around him. Shuddering in breaths of gasping completion, her eyes remained closed and he stared upon her face as his thick seed pulsed deep inside. Keeping perfectly still, she waited patiently until he softened within her velvety cunny. As his lips touched her forehead, her eyelids slowly lifted.

“So how does it feel to be all mine?” he asked, the edges of his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

“Like pure heaven,” she whispered, wrapping her arms tightly around his body.

He smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. “Was I too rough for my angel?”

She shook her head, grinning.

“Good,” he said, rolling her so he could spoon her from behind. “Lex, I didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking too many questions, but what kind of protection are you using?”

She swallowed hard before answering. “I took a class in college and learned how to monitor my cycle, so I’m aware of when my fertile time is. Don’t worry, we’re safe today.”

He tumbled her onto her back. “Are you kidding? That’s not what I call protection. Oh, my God, you’re not under a doctor’s care?” he asked, his stern hazel eyes glaring down at her. “You’re telling me we just had unprotected sex?”

Dramatically, she rolled her luminous baby blues up to the ceiling. “Don’t be silly. Just because I haven’t seen my gynecologist since last year doesn’t mean I’m not under anyone’s care. For your information, CM-BBT is a highly rated type of protection and completely natural. It stands for cervical mucus-basal body temperature…”

“Yes, yes. I know exactly what it means. And tomorrow, I’m going to schedule you for a complete gynecological exam and see to it that you get some real birth control. After that, we’ll talk about how silly I am,” he scolded, rolling her back over to sleep in his strong arms.

“Please, Raul,” she whined loudly. “I don’t want to have that kind of exam.”

He smacked her backside in response. “Go to sleep, mi amorcita.”

“Again with the Spanish?”

“It means ‘my little love.’”

She sucked in a deep, audible breath. “You aren’t angry with me?”

He snuggled up closer, his teeth gently sinking into the back of her neck. “What do you think?”

She smiled and sighed, interlocking her slender fingers with his large, protective ones.
  

Biography
Shelly Douglas is not one person, but two! Shelly and Doug are longtime friends and over the years have shared a love of reading spy and murder mystery novels. One night after sharing a bottle of wine, they decided to write a spanking romance novella laced with erotica. Now the stories are flowing out of their heads! Having a man and woman's perspective made for interesting collaborative writing experiences that resulted in books they hope their readers will enjoy.

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Shelly’s Twitter Page:   https://twitter.com/PossessingSasha

Friday, April 8, 2016

Teaching her her Place. Given to the Savage ON SALE! #Satspanks


Hello everyone. It's been a LONG time since I've been here, but Saturday Spankings is I think the one blog hop I do return to. Mostly I am a lazy blogger... 


Today I wanted to let you all know that Given to the Savage is on sale for the first time for $2.99! It's the first darkish romance I wrote and one of my favorite stories. Rowan is in the top 3 of favorite heroines (of my own books). She's so strong and courageous, I love her. And Silas...well, Silas...mmmmmmmmm...... 

Here's a little sample of the book and buy links! It's kind of a dirty scene with Silas punishing her, teaching her her place. I cut a part of the scene to not give away a spoiler. Enjoy! 

“You come every time I fuck you, you’re wet every time I punish you,” Silas said, just touching her clit as he did. When she sucked in a breath, he squeezed it hard, calling a cry from her lips. “Come, breeder,”Come!” he roared, slapping her hip hard with the command as if making her come somehow alleviated his guilt, somehow made her less human. “Come!”
As if on cue, she did, her muscles clamping hard around both finger and cock, milking the latter as it pulsed and throbbed, forcing his seed into her womb, teaching her her place, showing her that no matter what happened between them, she was only a breeder to him.
When he was finished with her, he slid his cock out, any emotion in his eyes masked. He zipped his pants and turned to walk into the house. Rowan stumbled off the table, her legs barely able to hold her as semen rushed down her thighs.

“They will be children too,” she said to his back. “Your children.”

Monday, December 14, 2015

Deflowering His Bride: Guest Post by Jaye Peaches

Thank you Natasha for hosting me. I’ve brought along an excerpt from my latest book, His Lordship’s Mate, a Regency spanking tale with a twist.

Ella’s wedding has been postponed, but that doesn’t mean Gethin isn’t in a hurry to deflower his new bride. Driven by something she doesn’t understand, he has to mate with her quickly.

She had no time to view his bedchamber. The moment the door slammed shut behind them, he reengaged with fierce kisses whilst walking her backwards. He consumed her lips with heart-fluttering eagerness and she draped her arms about his shoulders, locking them together.

From her lips he travelled down to her neck, kissing her with such force as she tilted her head up and to one side and moaned. As he crushed her to his body and his arms cinched her shoulders and narrow waist, the proximity afforded her the ability to feel his rapidly beating heart thump against her breast.

When he lowered his mouth to her cleavage, he growled softly. Loosening his grip, she staggered back and had no opportunity to resist or protest as he snatched at the collar of her gown and tore it off her shoulders. The fabric ripped down the centre, then he split the dress down to her waist. The sleeves drifted away from her elbows and slipped over her shaking hands.

The sparks in his eyes gleamed, a yellowish tinge, just as they had done in the carriage when he’d taken to Edgton. Their meaning was clearer now; they showed his passion for her, something she’d failed to recognise during that fateful journey.

Her lips trembled and her knees knocked together—her rampant state of nervousness on display. However, mixed amongst those signs of trepidation she distinguished her lust—her juices flowed, her clitoris pulsated, and her nipples hardened into plum stones. Gethin had bared his teeth slightly, and with his thick head of unruly hair curling about his flushed cheeks, he possessed the look of a wild man.

No sound passed her lips. She had no wish to halt his frantic stripping. His ferocious need to see her flesh excited her. In seconds, the gown lay in tatters about her ankles, and the petticoat joined it, torn into ribbons. He tugged apart the laces of her bodice before snapping the bones in the ribbing using just his fingertips. Bared and exposed, she closed her eyes, stood as still as her weak legs would allow her, and waited for him to touch her naked flesh.

The last sliver of clothing had floated away and the air moved around her body—a blanket that made her shiver and break into goose bumps. The room was blessed with some residual heat but the shock of his fervent undressing had caused her teeth to chatter. Overwhelmed, she shut her eyes.

Breathless, debased, and vulnerable, she clutched her hands to her sides and her legs snapped together—she swayed. Nothing from him, not a single caress of his lips or hands. Had she failed him? Was she a disappointment for his feasting eyes?

Ella opened her eyes. Gethin had stepped back and appeared to be in a state of rapture. The usual black pinpricks of his pupils had widened into dark pools, and he slowly circled his mouth with the tip of his tongue. Fully clothed, he had not offered her one complementary glimpse of his body.

“Beautiful. Perfect,” he murmured, somewhat calmed and contemplative. “I shall explore every inch of you.” With remarkable grace and gentleness, he swept her up into his arms, leaving behind her destroyed clothes and shoes, and laid her on the vast four-poster bed.

  
Blurb

Eighteen-year-old Ella Bailey knows that if she is to have any hope of a good match, she must marry quickly before her father completes the ruin of her family’s fortune and good name with his wanton living. Her situation is made worse when a wealthy viscount expresses interest in her hand and she accepts his invitation to a party, only to have the supposed gentleman first seek to seduce her and then attempt to force himself on her.
After his efforts to despoil her are thwarted, the spiteful cad does his utmost to slander Ella’s character with scandalous accusations. With her reputation in tatters and nowhere else to turn, Ella seeks solace in the arms of the enigmatic Gethin Powell, a rich, handsome lord known for his lack of concern for the expectations of high society.
Gethin takes a strong interest in Ella, but he makes it abundantly clear that he is a man who expects to be obeyed in all things. Living under his roof as his woman will mean submitting to his authority, surrendering her body to his desires, and baring her bottom for his stern chastisement whenever he deems it necessary.
Ella soon discovers that Gethin’s sexual appetites are both fierce and insatiable, but as he thoroughly lays claim to her naked, blushing body, she is deeply ashamed to find herself hungering for more. But even as their passion for each other grows deeper, an old and powerful secret waits to come to light. When Ella learns the truth about Gethin, will it tear her away from the man who has taken her as his mate?
Publisher’s Note: His Lordship’s Mate is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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Author Bio
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 composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

Jaye lives in NW England.

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Sunday, December 6, 2015

Wren's Redemption: New #Spanking Romance by Katherine Deane

Thanks so much for having me over today, Natasha.  Wren is having a lot of difficulty getting over Jonathan—especially after seeing him for the first time in three years. She remembers exactly how she felt after he spanked her. And she’s not exactly happy about it. That doesn’t mean a girl can’t take matters into her ow hands, right? ;)


She ran both fingers across her wet nipples, groaning and tightening her pelvis as she remembered that spanking from three years ago. Her bottom had been on fire, and then it had crept into her tummy, and the fire had heated the spot between her legs. She hadn’t been able to masturbate that night—not with three other girls sharing a suite with her. But she had definitely replayed the scene over and over while clenching her aching pussy.

Rolling over, she straddled the pillow as she remembered his stern voice and hard hand. She should have been angry; she should have told Coach H or his wife. They would have kicked Jonathan off the team. But she hadn’t. She had deserved that spanking—probably more than he gave her. But he had done it to take care of her, and she knew that. And the revelation at the time made her the angriest. She had deserved all of it.

She kept hoping there would be a need for him to spank her again. But it never came. And she would never forget that night. Her first spanking, from the man she secretly had a crush on.

Squeezing her legs together, she tried to work enough friction against the pillow. Anything to ease her aching clit. If Jonathan were there right now, he would call her a naughty little rebel, wouldn’t he? She pressed her bottom up, letting the cool air waft over her cheeks.




Blurb:
Nineteen-year-old gymnast Wren Montgomery was America’s golden girl, but then it all came crashing down. As far as the media is concerned, it was a devastating ankle injury which began her downward spiral, but in her heart Wren knows better. The truth is that things started going wrong the day her beloved coach Jonathan Reilly not only rejected her romantic advances, but actually spanked her bare bottom as if she were a silly little girl when she tried to hide her heartbreak behind an angry outburst.

Now at twenty-two, after one poor decision after another Wren has become the “bad girl” of the gymnastics world. Desperate to break out of her slump and with nowhere else to turn, she decides to accept help from the best coach she ever had… the same man who spurned and then spanked her years ago.

Jonathan watched Wren’s fall from grace, and he fell with her. He still blames himself for leaving the team—and more importantly, leaving her—and now that he has the chance to help his little rebel get back on track, he isn’t going to let it slip through his fingers. This time he’ll be there for her no matter what, both when she needs a loving embrace and when she needs a firm hand applied to her bare bottom. Most important of all, if she still wants him to be more than just her coach, this time he won’t let anything keep him from claiming what is his.

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


Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart. While she enjoys her life as a stay at home mom, married to the man of her dreams, she also loves fantasizing. She reads and writes in many different genres, but her favorites are: spanking romance, paranormal, fantasy, and science fiction. She blogs about her life as an everyday woman (and closet Spanko), and about her career as a published author.
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Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Taken as Payment by Jaye Peaches #spanking #BDSM

Hi Natasha, thank you for inviting me to your blog. 
The fun part of writing science fiction is pushing the boundaries and experimenting with alternative worlds. Iona has been given to Xane because her community can’t pay their taxes. Now his servant, she must wear a collar. Having refused to put it on, he’s taken her over his knee for a long spanking.

She had started to whimper, then the soft sobbing came. To his relief—as he hadn’t wanted to inflict unnecessary marks on her or imply he was some monster who enjoyed inflicting pain—she gave in. Her body went lax as the rigidity in her muscles disintegrated, leaving her spent and slumped across his lap. He ceased his spanking and rubbed the rouge of her heated skin, dissipating the fire within her cheeks with small circles of his tingling palm.
“Will you wear your collar?” he asked softly.
“Yes.” A solitary affirmation but it was all he required.
Xane released his hold on Iona and guided her down to his side and onto her knees. Her cheeks bore the tracks of tears, while her eyes were puffy and red. He stroked her hair, waiting for her to catch her breath. Without any prompting from him, she rested her forehead on his thigh and a few minutes slipped past quietly.
Taking the collar out of his pocket, he carefully placed it around her neck, attaching it at the back with the clasp. It fitted snugly, but not tightly, and it seemed to weigh only a few grams.
She fingered it. “Can’t I put it on when I leave the apartment?”
“No. Only take it off when you immerse yourself in water. It’s supposed to be waterproof, but you may cleanse yourself unhindered. You have to prove to me you will be conscientious about wearing it, then I might allow you some exceptions. I wish to make it clear to you, Iona, there will be rules, certain conditions to ensure your good conduct and you will comply or face the consequences, here in this room, bent over.”
She sucked in air through pursed lips. “Very well.” She rose and he helped her to her feet. “Please, may I go now,” she said coldly, without looking at him.
Xane tipped her chin up, forcing her to show him her eyes. No longer red around the rims, they shone like black pits surrounded by melted silver. He stroked his thumb across her cheek. “You’re very beautiful, quite extraordinary…” he whispered. She flinched and he dropped his hand away. “Are you afraid of me?” It would disappoint him greatly that she feared him when he wanted nothing but loyalty and respect from her. At least for now those emotions would suffice.
The pause lengthened. She shook her head. “No. I don’t fear you.” Her voice trembled. He wasn’t convinced.
“This,” he touched the thin strip around her narrow neck, “means you are taken care of. Without it… others might assume you are a Chandran and must behave as we do. You are not prepared for that.”
Her eyebrows drew in, forming lines on her forehead. Naturally, she had no idea about such things.
“It is of no matter for now,” he added hastily. “Go prepare some food. Explore that kitchen. Make something sufficient for the three of us.”
“And where do I sit while you and Daxar dine? On the floor where you feed me your scraps?”
Xane sighed. “No, Iona. You sit next to me. Where else would I want you?”

Blurb:
When she is taken from her home and forced to work in the powerful city of Chandros to pay the debts of her small farming community, twenty-year-old Iona Meers is furious. After an intimate, humiliating medical examination conducted in full view of Chief Inspector Xane—the man she considers responsible for her predicament—her seething anger turns into outright defiance.
Having noted both Iona’s rebelliousness and her helpless arousal during her examination, Xane decides to bring her home with him as his personal servant. Iona’s disobedience quickly results in her being pulled over Xane’s knee for a long, hard spanking on her bare bottom, yet despite her best efforts to ignore her body’s response to his dominance, she soon realizes that there is a reason Xane is known among his people for his skill as a virgin claimer.
Iona’s longing for Xane’s touch grows stronger with each passing day, and yielding to his dominant lovemaking arouses her beyond anything she could have ever imagined. But when a long-buried secret from her past comes to light and calls everything Iona thought she knew about herself into question, will it strengthen her bond with Xane or tear them apart forever?
Publisher’s Note: Taken as Payment is an 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.

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Bio:
Exploring the world of BDSM and romantic kinky lifestyles has been a passion of Jaye Peaches - to portray the desires beyond the erotic sexual encounters and unearth the personalities that lie beneath. Having written short stories and read many books, she issued a challenge to herself and decided to write her own novels of domination and submission. 
When not writing, Jaye is busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

Jaye lives in NW England.

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