Friday, September 11, 2015

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DEVIANT #satspanks

Welcome to the Saturday Spankings Blog Hop. I've been gone for a while but I'm here this week and hopefully the coming weeks! One thing to mention before I carry on, I will have a new cover to reveal next week! I'm super excited and wanted to share, but not quite yet so I guess I'm teasing! 

 Today I'm sharing a piece from Deviant, a dark romantic suspense. This is from Julien's POV:
I stepped closer and gripped my erection. Her eyes followed the movement, widening as they did. 

“You make me hard, Mia. Seeing you like this, naked and bound, makes me hard.”

She only stared up at me, tightening up even more. 
“You said you wouldn’t hurt me.” 

I shook my head. “No, I said I would probably hurt you. But I wouldn’t rape you. When I want to take you, you’ll be spreading your legs wide and begging me to fuck you.”


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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A Wicked Game: Guest Post by Casey McKay #BDSM

I have Casey McKay here with Cherished, her latest release! 

 Hi Natasha! Thanks for having me over so I can share an excerpt from my new release Cherished. Serena is just getting out of a long term relationship with a pretty intense Dom. She realizes she misses some things about the relationship but not the criticisms and feel like she can never be enough. Ethan turns out to be the kind of Dom she was needing all along. 

In this scene Ethan is trying to help Serena quit smoking. He doesn't want her to think he's punishing her for bad behavior, but he's made up a game that he thinks could curb her habit. It's kind of a wicked game...

“Don’t lie to me, baby girl. Tell me,” Ethan prompted.
He’d asked her how many times she wanted a cigarette today. How could she answer that? Had she even paid attention? “I don’t know.” Her words came out whiny as Ethan rubbed his hand over her ass. “Ow,” she complained when he traced a particularly pronounced welt.
Reaching beside him, he produced a bottle of lotion and rubbed cream into her punished bottom.
His attention and care had her pussy flooding. His touch was reigniting the burn from her punishment, but now it shot heat straight to her core.
“Think,” he urged. “Six times? Ten times?”
Still not sure why he wanted to know, she decided to go with a lower number. She didn’t want it to look like she had a problem. “Um, four, maybe?”
His hand skated lower, massaging lotion into the lines on her thighs. He nudged her legs apart and skimmed over her pussy lips, slick and swollen in arousal. “Okay, four times.”
She looked over her shoulder at him. Something about his tone was making her shiver. What was he up to?
“From now on, whenever you feel like you need a smoke, I want you to bring yourself to climax.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Uh, what?”
“Anytime you start to feel the itch, the need to get your fill of nicotine, stick your fingers in your panties and make yourself come.”
She giggled, he couldn’t be serious. What if she was at work? Or in her car?
“Anytime,” he emphasized his words as if he were following her inner thoughts. “It’s a good stress reliever and it will take the edge off. And of course, if I happen to be with you, just say the word.” He threw her a wink.
She liked his creative thinking, and now she kind of wished she picked a bigger number. How many times could Ethan make her orgasm in a day? It sounded like a good game to her.
“I know you’re off today, but I actually have to get some work done. So let’s get started and stop wasting time.” His words were so matter of fact she almost giggled, but then the vibrator whirred to life.
She hadn’t seen him pick up a vibrator, were they hidden around this office? She tensed as he ran it over her folds. Opening her legs, she grabbed on to the cushion beneath her. She was already on edge just from his hands on her body.
He ran the toy down the length of her slit before teasing her clit with his fingers. He plunged the vibe into her opening and added more pressure over that tiny bundle of nerves.
Gasping for breath, all of her muscles tightened as she tumbled over the edge. She was a little disappointed she had made it so easy for him, but the disappointment quickly dissipated as another wave of pleasure engulfed her.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of watching you come.”
She looked back to see Ethan smiling down at her. He gently eased her to her back and then settled himself between her legs.
“That was one, three more to go.”
Her eyes widened at his declaration. “What? I—”
“You don’t have to come all at once,” he assured. “But you aren’t leaving this couch or putting your clothes back on until I’ve seen you climax four times.”
Her pussy clenched at his stern tone and demanding words. She should be outraged. But really, what was she getting upset about? He wanted her to orgasm? Hardly a punishment.
“Spread those legs for daddy.”


Blurb
Serena's landed herself the perfect man. He's wealthy, powerful, and an unrelenting Dom. Everything a smart girl with a penchant for kink could want. But a year into their relationship and she's doubting what they really have together. When she confronts him, she's devastated to discover she had the wrong idea from the beginning. 

Ethan is back in town to help out his friend manage his BDSM club. The short respite from his life across the country is just the break he needed. But when his troubles end up following him, things become even more complicated than before.

When Serena and Ethan meet, it isn't perfect timing. Serena finds it hard to trust again, but then Ethan shows her what it's like to be cherished. Can they let go of their baggage long enough to find real happiness? Or will their complicated past relationships catch up with them?

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

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What's Up With Natasha? Where The Heck Has She Been?

I feel as though I have been silent forever. We just wrapped up summer break a few weeks ago and my kids have started school. My older daughter just started middle school and she has so much homework now, it's like hours and hours of it and she seems to like me to sit with her through these endless hours. And the homework is, of course, in Dutch, so for me to help means translating to make sure I understand what they're talking about... My husband did order me the answer book for math, bless him. I realize I'm not on social media much either but I just have to choose what I do with the time I have, and for me, it's writing the books. 

Okay, work stuff! I missed the one year anniversary of Given to the Savage! Not surprising considering I miss our wedding anniversary and have every year since we were married. So goes life. But, Given to the Savage is now one year (and a few weeks) old and I'm thrilled to say it's now available in paperback as well as audio and ebook! Oh, speaking of which, if anyone would like to try Audible and would like a FREE audio code for Given to the Savage, let me know. I have a few and would be happy to give them out until they run out. I only ask that you review the audio version once you're finished listening to it! Just star reviews are fine, no text required on Audible.

Can I talk about Given to the Savage for a moment? I'm going to anyway, but being polite. This book was a milestone for me. It was the first darker book I'd written and it's probably always going to be my baby. My daughter likes me to tell her the story (PG version) and with that one, her eyes fill up with tears when I get to the part where Rowan is being sent out of the colony and she always tells me 'mom, can you go to the end now real quick'. So sweet. Anyhow, she's become my plotting partner. I tell her my story ideas and if she listens wide eyed without interrupting, I start writing! But back to Savage — for months after it published, I struggled with what I wanted to write and I realized just a few months ago that it felt natural for me to tell a darker tale not for the sake of the dark, but for the ability to better explore the characters and give them space to be whoever they develop into without restraints.

Moving on. I'm a rambler by nature, in case you had not noticed. Coming up! I am planning on releasing a Dark Paranormal Romance later this month. I'd been going back and forth about writing contemporary or paranormal, but honestly, I just needed a break from contemporary and I'm glad I took it because I'm currently working on a contemporary and feel re-energized for the break. Hopefully, you all enjoy the paranormal. More to come on that soon.

That's it for me! Hope you are all doing really really well!


Tuesday, September 1, 2015

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Dream Girl: Guest Post by Alexis Alvarez #Spanking

Thanks for having me! I’m Alexis Alvarez, and I’d like to share a snippet from my newly released romance novel, Dream Girl.  It’s my own version of The Bachelor…done the way I want to see it, of course, with a perfectly sexy and dominant hero, and the sassy, smart woman who will steal his heart. 

Blurb for Dream Girl:
He’s sexy and intelligent, handsome and witty… and Chloe’s body lights up with sparks at his touch. And when he looks into her eyes and whispers naughty sexy things into her ear, she wants to melt into him and enjoy the mind-blowing passion he promises.
Too bad he’s the star of the popular reality show Dream Girls, and he’s also dating nineteen other girls in addition to Chloe — girls who are sexy and so talented that their Nobel Prizes should arrive any day now. Chloe’s sure he’s just amusing himself with her, and there is no way he’d pick her as his final Dream Girl — especially since she gets into so many crazy scrapes on the show.
She promised herself she was only doing this for adventure, travel, and new experiences…not to make a fool of herself on national TV. But he’s so sexy and persuasive! Would it be so bad to say yes to all of his dark, dirty requests? And most important of all — what will happen if she risks her heart?
Dominic is usually the dominant one in their interchanges, but in this excerpt, Chloe switches things up.
Excerpt from Dream Girl:
“What do you want to talk about, then?” he teased, licking her neck briefly before sucking there, making her moan.
“I don’t—mmm… I don’t know… yes, keep doing that,” she urged, pulling him closer, closing her eyes in bliss. 
“This?” He kissed her shoulder, then her lips, and in the same moment, his hand found her breast and caressed her through the fabric of her shirt, teasing the nipple with his fingertips, squeezing and pulling until she cried out in pleasure.
“Or this?” He lowered his hand to cup the front of her jeans, moving his fingers deliberately along the V of her legs.
“Yes, that. I like that topic,” Chloe murmured, squeezing his arms, then circling his waist and lowering her hands to touch his ass. She pulled at his belt and teased, “Want to take this off?” She hesitated for a moment, then added, “Remember what you said that one day at the stables, about getting me under your belt?”
He stilled. “I damn well do, Chloe.”
She swallowed. “What did you mean, exactly? Was that just about sex? Or did you mean…”
He chuckled into her neck, and she felt the vibrations all the way down her body, making her thrum with adrenaline. “Of course I meant sex, and also—whatever else you were thinking, too.”
Chloe gulped. “You like to spank your women?”
He laughed, pulling back to look at her face. “Sometimes, yeah. I don’t need it, but I like it at the right time. I can use a belt to spank or to tie someone up, Chloe. But only with women who like it, too.” He gave her a questioning expression. “Why are you asking about this? Are you… interested?” His lips curved up into a smile that made her weak with desire. His fingers brushed hers and together both of their hands stroked his belt. 
“I’ve never tried it,” she admitted. “I might like being tied up if—if it’s not…”
He bit her neck again and whispered, “If it’s hot and I stop when you say? Then you’d like me to show you what it’s all about?”
She nodded, unable to talk. “Mmm hmm.”
He inserted his fingers under the fabric of the jeans at her waist, stroking the soft skin there. “I also like to be in charge in the bedroom. Do you want me to show you how that works, too?”
“Yes, show me,” she whispered, resting her cheek against his chest. “Tonight.”
“That sounds like a very reasonable request,” he said in a low voice, and pulled her up to his lips. The kiss deepened, and he ran his hands over her body. “Chloe. Do you want to go back?” His eyebrow raised, he looked at her face to assess, and when she nodded and whispered “yes,” he took her hand in his and started walking them back to the hotel.
When they entered her room, Dominic took off his jacket and tossed it to the chair. He looked her in the eyes and began to deliberately unbutton his shirt. Chloe felt her face redden and she sucked in a breath as his magnificent chest came into view. She waited for him to keep going, but he smiled at her and nodded his head. 
“Your turn, Chloe. The shirt.” He crossed his arms, his shirt open. His voice was dominant, and the tone—so masterful and deep—gave her shivers. She licked her lip, watching a muscle twitch in his cheek, and slowly used both hands to raise her shirt and pull it over her head. When she was standing there in just her lacy bra, she tilted her head.
“Like what you see?” Her voice came out husky.
“Damn straight.” His was hoarse. He sat down on the bed, legs spread, and leaned back on his elbows. Chloe let her eyes dart over the cut muscles in his stomach, which rippled as he moved.
“Pants.” His eyes were dark. 
Chloe felt a smile tugging at her lips, and she deliberately unbuttoned her pants and stepped out of them. Her panties matched her bra and she felt her nipples peak under his gaze.
“Nice,” he murmured, his body taut, his face focused on hers. “Now the bra.”
Chloe sucked in her breath. “Um…”
He smiled a dangerous grin. “Didn’t you say you wanted to play my game?”
She nodded, hesitant, but still didn’t move to undress further.
“Maybe you need help?” suggested Dominic, getting to his feet. “First-timers sometimes need a little… assistance.” His voice was low and sexy. “Come here.” He gestured with his finger, and pointed to the floor in front of his feet. 

Dream Girl is a light-hearted, fun romance with steamy sex, laugh-out-loud humor, and an HEA.  It releases September 1st on Amazon and will be in the Kindle Unlimited program. 
 Thanks for having me, and I hope you enjoyed the excerpt!
You can find Alexis Alvarez at her blog, which she shares with her two real life sisters. She’s also available on Goodreads and Facebook.




Wednesday, August 19, 2015

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Correcting the Coeds and the History of Sex Toys by Cara Bristol

Correcting the Coeds and the history of sex toys…
By Cara Bristol
When I set out to write a spanking romance in the 1950s I wanted it to be erotic and hot, but also historically accurate. I didn’t want to slap a poodle skirt on the heroine and call it “historical.” I knew that spanking existed in the 1950s (of course), but for my story, I also needed to know what sex toys were in use.
Sex toys have been around for a long time. While innovations in materials have been made in the 21st and 20th centuries, the items themselves originated far earlier. Here’s a timeline for some items:
28,000 BC – Dildos. Stone dildos have been found dating back to the Ice Age (dates vary from 23,000-28,000 BC, depending on source.).
500 AD – Ben Wa balls were invented by the Japanese.
1560s – Condoms were used in Europe to help prevent the spread of syphilis. Gabriel Fallopius (for whom Fallopian tubes are named) suggested linen condoms. (There’s evidence to suggest that condoms were in use 3000 BC, even 15,000 BC).
1860s – Rubber condoms and diaphragms /cervical caps came into usage after vulcanized rubber is patented in 1844.
1869 – Vibrator invented. Steam powered, vibrators were used by doctors to treat women’s “hysteria.”
1892 – Butt plugs are advertised. Made of hard rubber, “rectal dilators” were ostensibly created to treat hemorrhoids and constipation.
1960 – The first birth control pill is available in the U.S.
Of course, these are the first recorded examples of sexual aids. This does not mean that people did not fashion their own. I’ve read historical romances in which wooden butt plugs were used; I don’t know how accurate that was.
But now you know that when you read my story, Educating His Bride, all the toys mentioned in the story were used in the 1950s!
Here are a couple of sources: Ancient origins of sex toys, history of birth control.
Educating His Bride from Correcting the Coeds blurb
Never much interested in her studies, Margaret Atwater attends college hoping to graduate with an Mrs. degree instead of a bachelor’s. When she catches the eye of English Professor Henry Thurston, she’s thrilled to marry him, drop out of school, and begin a new life as a married woman and faculty wife. However, Henry is a kinky man who has much to teach his eager young bride—in, and out, of the bedroom. As Mrs. Henry Thurston, Margaret’s education has just begun.

An excerpt from Correcting the Coeds
“Now, tell me why you believe I grade you harder than anybody else.”
She wet her lips. “Because you do.” 
“My standards are no more exacting for you than they are for any other student. I expect excellence from each of you.” 
“I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.”
He flipped open a record book and ran his finger down a list. “As it stands now, your grade is a shaky C minus. If you don’t do well on the final next week, you run the risk of getting a D in the course.” He snapped the grade book closed. “We had a discussion after your last paper, did we not?”
“Yes.”
“I believe I warned you what the consequences would be if you failed to get at least a B.” He opened his middle desk drawer.
Yes, they’d talked about—but he couldn’t be serious.
He withdrew a thick, heavy eighteen-inch measuring stick. “Lock the office door, please.” 
Her feet obeyed, even as her mind rebelled. Will he really do this? Her hand shook as she twisted the key. She supposed she could have fled screaming down the corridor, except ladies did not run, let alone scream.
Henry closed the Venetian blinds and switched on a lamp.
She leaned against the stout wood of the door, her eyes riveted on the nasty ruler.
“Come forward, please.” He beckoned with a curl of his fingers. “Put your hands on the desk. Do not remove them until your punishment is over.”
“Henry, please,” she beseeched.
“Now, Margaret.” His expression implacable, he folded his arms. There would be no budging him.
Seeing him so, so stern did something funny to her insides. Made them quiver. It wasn’t all nerves, either. She shuffled forward to place her palms against the blotter. I can do this. How bad can it be? He won’t spank me hard. He only intends to scare me.
He moved the chair out of the way. “Fifteen spanks.”
Fifteen? She’d expected two or three at most. Hadn’t expected any if the truth be told.
She sensed movement and then the ruler struck her backside, blazing a line of fire, and she cried out. 
“That’s one,” he said. 
The only thing worse than being spanked would be the humiliation of discovery. She clamped her lips together and braced for the next strike.
Another pain-laden streak lanced through several layers of clothing. She couldn’t imagine the impact on bare skin.
“Two,” he said. 
Thwack! The length of the ruler struck both cheeks at once, and her hands flew off the desk to protect her bottom.
“You know where your hands belong. Put them there unless you want extra strokes.”
She slapped her palms onto the desk.
“That was three,” he said.
A whoosh then the measuring stick seared the crease where buttocks met thigh and, despite her resolve to remain silent, a little cry escaped.
“I’m sorry I have to punish you, but you promised to do better. You made a commitment. That was four.”
Margaret sucked back the tears. “Maybe I didn’t break a promise. Maybe I’m not smart enough.”
“I don’t believe that about you for an instant. You didn’t do well because you didn’t apply yourself.”
He applied himself with another stroke that got Margaret dancing on tiptoes in an attempt to alleviate the burn.

Author bio
Multi-published, Cara Bristol is the author of more than 20 erotic romance titles. She writes spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the 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.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

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A Scene from Candi's Debt by Aubrey Cara #spanking

I have Aubrey Cara here with her new (and extremely hot) release, Candi's Debt! 

Thank you, Natasha, for inviting me over! I’ve brought Hank and his sweet princess, Candi—who’s just asking for trouble—from my new book Candi’s Debt. In a bid to protect her brother, Candi finds herself in hot water with very dangerous men. Hank may not know all the facts, but what he does know is Candi needs the type of firm handed guidance only he can provide. 

*This scene is from Hank's POV

Excerpt

    “Let’s see here.” Taking her hand, I pull her to a display case where there are row after row of nipple clamps and butt plugs. “We’ll definitely be needing some of these,” I say plucking a package containing a big black plug off the display. 
    “Wh-wha-what?!” The last syllable comes out so high I’m sure only dogs can hear it. 
    “You’re right. That’s probably too big. I want something you’ll know is there, but daddy doesn’t want to hurt his little girl. Well, I do but…speaking of, what would you like to be spanked with? I see some paddles over there we can peruse.” 
    “This is wrong on so many levels,” she hisses. Grabbing the butt plug out of my hand she re-shelves it as she looks around, turning all kinds of red in embarrassment. “We’re not picking out implements you plan on torturing me with.”
    “Torture is such a strong word.”
    “I don’t want to be clamped, plugged, or spanked.” 
    “That’s why it’s called punishment. Not that I don’t think you’re going to enjoy it more than you hate it.” 
    Her huff of outrage is followed by, “You’re delusional. I won’t like it. I know I won’t.” 
    “Oh, princess.” Her breath is coming fast and her cheeks are flushed. Pushing her further back behind the display, so we’re blocked from view, I slip my hand under her skirt and enjoy her quick indrawn breath as she grabs my wrist. Too late. My fingers sneak past the soaking wet crotch of her panties and sink up into her slippery core. “Tsk, tsk, someone is lying to me and to themselves. You know what happens to girls who lie?”
    “Hank.” My name on her lips comes out strangled. She’s still clutching my wrist for dear life, but she’s not trying to yank me away. 
I start a leisurely back and forth glide just to watch her eyes haze over and roll back. Fuck, the way her breath hitches makes me rock hard in an instant. 
    “Seems something about this little outing we’re on is tripping your trigger. So tell me, is it all the naughty vibrators and dildos doing it for you?”
    “Dammit, Hank.” This time my name comes out on a pant, but I keep a maddeningly slow pace. She doesn’t know it yet, but I don’t plan on letting her come anytime soon.
    “No? Not the vibrators. I would have thought you’d like those. Hmm, maybe it’s the butt plugs and nipple clamps, or maybe just maybe,” I say leaning close into her space so my breath is puffing on her neck, “It’s the fact that I’m going to take you back to my place, and clamp your lovely tits.” I pinch her nipples as a preview, and she jerks. “Then daddy’s going to bend your hot little ass over and work a plug into your tight little back hole before spanking you so hard and so long, you’ll think of me for a week every time you sit down.”


Blurb

Candi-
The men in my family are gamblers, cheats, and thieves. They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. It’s the Dawson way. My oldest brother was killed for sticking to that tradition. 
I refuse to let that happen to my little brother. He’s all I have in this world and I’ll do anything to save him. 
His debts are now mine, and I always pay my debts.
Now if a certain ape leader would get out of my way, things would go much more smoothly.

Hank-
I swore never to return to Texas. But here I am, wading neck deep into shit creek. I’m not even getting paid for this crap. 
And Candi? She has more secrets than sense and represents everything I try to avoid. I’m not sure how I got tangled up with her in the first place. I have no business getting involved with a woman like her. She needs to be saved from herself. 
I don’t have a white knight complex, and this girl needs a savior. I can’t be that guy. 

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AUBREY CARA 

Aubrey Cara likes it sweet n' dirty—romance that is. She adores writing about kinky characters finding their one true naughty soul mate to love, cherish, and get freaky with. Aubrey resides in Coastal GA with her wonderful husband, superhero kid, two hand-me-down dogs, and a fish that has survived against all odds. When she's not writing you can find her sewing costumes, repairing leaky faucets and dodging the PTA.


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