Tuesday, September 29, 2015

First Impressions: Guest Post by Ashe Barker



I have Ashe Barker here with her hot new release, First Impressions!


Hi Natasha, and thank you so much for inviting me over today to chat a bit about First Impressions. This will be my second release with Baronet Press, and I’m loving working with them again. Here’s the super-sexy cover they made for me.

First Impressions is a story about jumping to the wrong conclusions, about making hasty assumptions and being proved wrong. With the benefit of hindsight – always a wonderful thing – I thought it might be interesting to find out what George makes of Aidan now. I tracked her down and fired a few questions at her. Here goes:


Me: Hi George, and thank you for agreeing to chat to me today. How’s the business going?

George: Great, I’m really busy, but loving every minute. I’m working on a loft conversion right now, and I’ll need to get back to work soon.

Me: Right, let’s crack on then. Tell me, when you first met Aidan, what did you think of him?

George: I thought he was early! I hadn’t expected him back for ages, so I was a bit floored when he marched in that first day and caught me breastfeeding Lily in his kitchen. He took it well though, he was very kind in fact, even made me a cup of coffee. I also thought he was sexy, rich, and way out of my league.

Me: What was the most surprising thing you found out about Aidan, when you got to know him better?

George: Well, it turns out I was right about the sexy and rich bit, but the playroom in the attic came as something of a shock. I’d never seen so many whips and canes in one place. And the St. Andrews cross…

Me: Quite. You were surprised, but not especially shocked I think. Would that be right?

George: Yes, I suppose so. It was a pleasant surprise really. Once I got over my nerves and decided to trust Aidan to know what he was doing we’ve had a lot of fun in his attic.

Me: The readers can find out all about that in the book. So tell us, were there any other pleasant surprises?

George: Yes, I loved the way Aidan took to Lily, my baby. She was only a few months old back then and he was always so good with her, playing with her, looking after her to give me a break when he really didn’t need to. It was as though he wanted to get to know her too. We were both special to him and I loved it when he made me feel that way. He’s such a softie at heart.

Me: Even in the attic?

George: Especially then. He’s a hard Dom with a soft centre.

Me: My favourite sort. So, what’s next for you and Aidan?

George: I don’t know what’s around the corner for us, but we’re both enjoying our happy ever after. I guess I have you to thank for that.

Me: You’re welcome. Thanks for chatting to me. I’ll let you get back to that loft conversion now.

Here’s the blurb for First Impressions

First Impressions can be deceptive.

Aidan Blake needs a plumber. Fast. His boiler is dead, his creaky old house crumbling around him. When his elderly neighbour recommends a local trader, George Mahon, Aidan jumps at the prospect of hot water and warm radiators.

But George, short for Georgina, is not exactly what he had in mind. He was expecting something else entirely. A man for one thing, not the gorgeous single mother he finds in his house at the end of a long day of work.

Aidan turns out to be full of surprises too. Who would have imagined the smartly dressed businessman would have a BDSM playroom in his attic and a collection of whips and canes that makes George’s head spin. And her bottom clench, though that’s another matter entirely. What does a girl have to do to get to play with those toys?

Just ask, it would seem. As they enter into a professional and personal agreement which soon blossoms into a sultry, kinky relationship, George continues to be surprised by Aidan's kindness and generosity, not to mention his skill with a spanking paddle.

First impressions aside, the two begin to build something together. And while they peel back the layers to discover their hidden depths, the old house yields up the mysteries of its own secret past. They soon realise that at first glance, nothing is ever quite as it seems.

And an excerpt…


It was late morning the following day when a firm knocking at his back door brought Aidan downstairs from his office. He was not surprised to find George on his doorstep, Lily balanced on her hip and her bulky holdall in her other hand. Instinctively Aidan reached for the bag and carried it inside.

George followed him in.

“I can manage. Really.”

“I expect you can. Even so… Do you have some figures for me?” He put the bag on the table then headed over to the worktop and flicked the switch on his kettle. He’d been working since before eight o’clock so was due a break about now.

“I do.” George leaned over to unzip her bag, managing to hang on to the baby as she did so.

“Here, let me.” Aidan crossed the room to take Lily from her, then cradled the baby in one arm and hitched his hip on the edge of the table to watch George fumbling in the bag for her calculations. He noted that she appeared much more nervous this morning than she had yesterday.


This was a good sign. He suspected she had been giving the finer points of his premises a great deal of thought, and not just from a professional perspective. Which was fair enough because he had certainly been thinking about her.

“My mum’s working this morning, at the library in Alnwick. So I had to bring Lily with me. I’m sorry.” She straightened to lay her papers out on the table. “I’ll get a proper arrangement made for when I actually start the job.”

“No problem.” He smiled down at the angelic little face peering up at him with undisguised curiosity. “It’s nice to see Lily again and I appreciate that you need to keep her fairly near. I thought Mrs Mathers was going to babysit.”

“She will. I spoke to her on the phone last night and she’s just waiting for me to say when I need her. She’s been so kind.” She hesitated, then went on. “I won’t be doing … that… again. And I’m sorry about before.”

“That?”

“Feeding Lily when I’m supposed to be working.”

“Poor Lily.”

“No, it’s all right really. She’s on solids now. And bottles. So…”

“Ah.” Aidan wondered if Lily’s change of diet was a disappointment rather than a benefit, but felt on balance it was the latter. Apart from anything else, it meant that the next time George unbuttoned her clothing in his house it would be for a different reason entirely. He was distracted from that delightful fantasy by the baby suddenly starting to cry.

“Shall I take her?” George held out her arms.

“No, it’s okay. You sort out your papers and tell me what the final tally is.” He sat on a chair and turned Lily to lie lengthways along his knees, then proceeded to squeeze and tug at the tiny toes encased in her fluffy white socks. The baby stopped crying instantly and instead bestowed on him a gummy smile. Aidan grinned back at her, then turned to a rather bemused George. “So, how much is it all going to cost me?”

About the Author


I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.

I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

When not writing – which is not very often these days - my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a couple of dogs, two tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.

I have twenty seven (at the last count) titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too. Strong, demanding Doms are a given, often paired with new submissives who have a lot to learn.

I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.

Friday, September 25, 2015

A Scene from ALPHA #satspanks



Good Morning Saturday Spankers. Welcome back to the Saturday Spankings Blog Hop hosted by Kathryn Blake. Today I'm sharing a piece from Alpha, my brand new Paranormal (shapeshifter) Romance. This scene is between Aria and Zane and is told from Aria's POV... 


“I told you to stay inside, didn’t I?” Zane asked. 

I didn’t answer, unable to speak as he walked us backward, my back suddenly against the wall, my arms pressed to it.

“You don’t listen very well though, do you?”

I shook my head no, not quite sure what was happening, not sure I wanted it to stop.

“Never did, not then, not now,” he said, referring to that night six years ago when he’d tried to stop me, to stop himself, when in the end, he’d given in. I’d been sixteen to his eighteen.

His face to mine, he inhaled deeply.

“Zane?”


“Shh, be quiet.” With his eyes open, he closed his mouth over mine, surprising me with the kiss. It started out slow, both of us tentative, the moment too fragile, and when he stopped, I thought it was over. But he leaned his forehead against the wall, his mouth near my ear, his breathing quiet. “I’m trying really hard not to want this, Aria.”

Blurb

Zane 

I knew one day she’d come looking for answers, I just didn’t expect that day to be today. Hell, I wasn’t any more ready now than I had been six years ago. But here she was asking questions about something she knew nothing about. About people she knew nothing about. 

People. 

I used that term loosely. We were monsters, all of us. Killers. And she sought out the most heinous of all: me. 

Aria Hale came with questions, questions to which only I had the answers, and she had every right to know the truth. But that didn’t mean I’d give it to her. In fact, I’d do whatever it took to keep her from ever finding out what really happened that night. 

I could live with blood on my hands, but I couldn’t live knowing she hated me. 

And if she ever did find out, she would hate me. 

Aria 

I guess he thought I’d leave the past alone. Let it die its miserable death. He didn’t know me very well though. 

Six years had passed since the night my life changed forever. The night I lost everything. Six long years since the only man who had any answers at all disappeared. Zane Von was the key to avenging what had happened that night. To understanding why they died and I didn’t. 

Neither of us knew it then, but that night, our lives were bound together irrevocably, whether he liked it or not. If he thought I’d walk away, turn my back on my past, well, then he didn't know me. 

Please note: Alpha is a dark paranormal (shapeshifter) romance intended for mature readers. It is a complete story. No cliffhanger.


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Thursday, September 24, 2015

ALPHA is LIVE on Amazon! #newrelease


I woke up to find that ALPHA is up on Amazon! It couldn't have taken Amazon more than 2 hours to approve and I'm very happy. Below is the opening of the story and the blurb is just beneath if you haven't read it yet. 

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Prologue
Zane

Six Years Earlier

“Stop, Aria. No…”
I meant to say we couldn’t do this. I meant to pull back. To be the older, more responsible one. But all I could think, all I could feel, all I could smell, hell, all I could taste was her.
Her.
Fuck.
Fuck me.
Because if I fucked her tonight, I’d deserve to burn in hell.
“We can’t.” I barely managed the words, her mouth tasting too good, too sweet.
I was a thief, stealing from her. Taking something I had no right to take, even if she offered it because she had no idea what she was doing, who she was offering it to. If she did, maybe she wouldn’t be so eager.
And still, I was powerless to resist her as she dropped down to her knees before me.
You’ll hate yourself if you do this.
“Aria, please...we have to stop.” I looked at her, her big, innocent eyes staring up at me, that little pink tongue licking me. It was her first time sucking cock. Probably her first time seeing cock. And even though I was the one standing, even though I was the one who’d wound her hair tight around my fist, holding her there, keeping her on her knees before me — while those eyes watched me, I was a slave to her.
“We shouldn’t, Aria.”
That was convincing. Especially followed by that groan.
I almost stopped then. Almost pulled her off me. But then she closed her mouth over my cock and began to suck, and the hand that should have held her at bay pulled her closer, thrusting deeper, making tears stream from the corners of her eyes as I lost myself in the heat of that wet, hot little virgin mouth.
Just another lick. Just one more. Then I’ll stop. Then I’ll…fuck…


Blurb

Zane 

I knew one day she’d come looking for answers, I just didn’t expect that day to be today. Hell, I wasn’t any more ready now than I had been six years ago. But here she was asking questions about something she knew nothing about. About people she knew nothing about. 

People. 

I used that term loosely. We were monsters, all of us. Killers. And she sought out the most heinous of all: me. 

Aria Hale came with questions, questions to which only I had the answers, and she had every right to know the truth. But that didn’t mean I’d give it to her. In fact, I’d do whatever it took to keep her from ever finding out what really happened that night. 

I could live with blood on my hands, but I couldn’t live knowing she hated me. 

And if she ever did find out, she would hate me. 

Aria 

I guess he thought I’d leave the past alone. Let it die its miserable death. He didn’t know me very well though. 

Six years had passed since the night my life changed forever. The night I lost everything. Six long years since the only man who had any answers at all disappeared. Zane Von was the key to avenging what had happened that night. To understanding why they died and I didn’t. 

Neither of us knew it then, but that night, our lives were bound together irrevocably, whether he liked it or not. If he thought I’d walk away, turn my back on my past, well, then he didn't know me. 


Please note: Alpha is a dark paranormal (shapeshifter) romance intended for mature readers. It is a complete story. No cliffhanger.

Friday, September 18, 2015

First Sight: An Excerpt from ALPHA #satspanks

Welcome to the Saturday Spankings Blog Hop. Today I'm sharing my first excerpt from Alpha, my upcoming dark paranormal (shifter) romance. This scene is from Aria's POV. It's the first time she has seen Zane Von in six years. And he looks very different. 

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I wasn’t the only one who had changed.

His face remained tense as he looked me over from head to toe, his black eyes burning into mine just like they used to do. Except one thing was different. There wasn’t any humor left in them, not anymore. Not a trace of the man — the boy — I’d known.

“You okay?” his voice came low, and if I’d expected tenderness, I’d have been disappointed.

I tried to swallow, but my throat was too dry, and it took me a minute to speak. “Fine.” I hadn’t thought about what I’d feel once I found him, once I saw him again for the first time. It surprised me that the primary emotion following the initial shock of seeing how he’d changed was anger.

“Then please explain to me what the fuck you’re doing here, Aria.”

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Zane

I knew one day she’d come looking for answers. I just didn’t expect that day to be today. Hell, I wasn’t any more ready now than I had been six years ago. But here she was asking questions about something she knew nothing about. About people she knew nothing about. 

People. 

I used that term loosely. We were monsters, all of us. Killers. And she sought out the most heinous of all: me. 

Aria Hale came with questions, questions to which only I had the answers, and she had every right to know the truth. But that didn’t mean I’d give it to her. In fact, I’d do whatever it took to keep her from ever finding out what really happened that night.

I could live with blood on my hands, but I couldn’t live knowing she hated me. 

And if she ever found out what I'd done, she would hate me.

Aria

I guess he thought I’d leave the past alone. Let it die its miserable death. He didn’t know me very well though. 

Six years had passed since the night my life changed forever. The night I lost everything. Six long years since the only man who had any answers had disappeared. Zane Von was the key to avenging what happened that night. To understanding why they died and I didn’t.

Neither of us knew it then, but that night, our lives were bound together irrevocably, whether he liked it or not. If he thought I’d walk away, turn my back on my past, then he didn’t know me. 

Alpha is a standalone dark paranormal shapeshifter romance. No cliffhanger. Content may be offensive to sensitive readers and is intended for 18+ due to explicit (D/s) sexual situations and violence. 



An Erotic Wine Tasting: Indulge Me by Jaye Peaches

I have Jaye Peaches here with her brand new (and hot) release, Indulge Me! Welcome, Jaye!

Hi Natasha, thank you for having me visit. I’ve brought you my new book, Indulge Me, and a couple of wine tasters. Wine might be Saffron’s passion, however, she’s quickly learning to enjoy a different one, courtesy of Gideon’s little games.


“Captivating,” announced Gideon. “But, I think you might need a little sensory deprivation while I make full use of my senses.”
Saffron rose onto her elbows. “Meaning?”
He went across to the kitchen area and retrieved a tea towel. Swinging the cloth around, he wound it into a coiled roll. She tensed, as he snapped it straight.
“Your eyes. They are mischievous. Has anyone told you that, Saffron? I think they should be shuttered, then you’ll have to concentrate harder.”
“I’m… not sure.” As he ambled over, she rolled onto one side.
“Just your eyes. I’m not confining you in any other way. Believe me, you’ll enjoy this so much more. If it gets too much, there is nothing to stop you taking it off.”
“Okay.”
He rested one knee on the bed and leant over her, lowering the makeshift blindfold over her eyes. Darkness descended as a thick band of blackness enveloped by sight, but above and below the folded towel, she could see light peeking in. He tied the ends behind her head, but not too tight. However, when she shook her head, as he asked, the blindfold didn’t slip.
“What now?” she asked as he shifted on the bed. Where was he going?
He straddled her legs, just about her knees, not quite pinning her down with his weight. She wriggled, checking her mobility.
“Oi,” He rapped his knuckles on her bottom. “This won’t work unless you stay still. Now, rest your head on your arms, so your back is arched. I’m making a little slide out of you, a runway for this.”
She tensed, burying her head in her arms as instructed. She knew what to expect this time—a cold liquid, except this time her skin was warmer and the wine icier, it had been in the fridge. She braced herself, crushing her fingers around the pillow, holding her breath.
The first touch wasn’t wine, but Gideon’s hand brushing her hair off her shoulders. The next, the trickle of wine landing between her shoulder blades and slowly dribbling down her spine. She gasped at the frigidity of the fizzy white.
“Oh, fuckety fuck!” The wine tumbled down her back heading towards her coccyx in a continuous stream.
“I would rather you didn’t swear. Save that word for its true purpose.”
“Well, blooming Nora, then!” She yelped as a fresh ribbon of wine began its journey down her back. “This is meant to be sexy!” She griped, shivering.
“No, but this is.”
The soft, oh so delectably warm tip of his tongue touched her lowest vertebrate. Scooping up the spillage, he dragged his tongue up her back, catching the ripples of cold liquid as they descended.
“Oh, fuck!” Saffron screeched at the contrasting wetness of his tormenting appendage and sparkling wine—one cordial, the other arctic. “You’re tickling.” She twisted her shoulders from side to side, sending the wine off in all directions. It didn’t perturb Gideon, who added more wine and continued to lick her.
“Orangey, dry, exquisitely dry. Toast, too, don’t you think?” he murmured.
How would she know? He was the one tasting it. She sank deeper into her pillow, the icy sensation abating and his tongue less ticklish. As she mellowed, he slid to one side of her, his mouth in continuous contact. Kissing away the droplets of the bubbly, he stroked her bottom with his hand. Gentle circular caresses and she squirmed at the tenderness of his touch.
Saffron waited for his fingers to explore, to push inside her and conquer.

Blurb

She sees him once.
He’s standing across the wine cellar watching her when their eyes meet. Miles away from home in California’s Napa Valley, she’s caught in his gaze. Though, neither one speaks, for a moment the rest of the world falls away, and she sends him a smile.
She sees him again.
Back home in England. Is it the same man? In the middle of a crowded wine fair, she spots him. A smile of recognition, but no words exchanged. She shakes it off, the same line of business, the same events, it's a small world.
The third is no coincidence.
She's running a private tasting and in walks her mystery man, dressed in a fine suit. What does she really know about him other than they share a love of wine? She’s intrigued, even more so when she discovers he has sought her out. When he invites her to a private session in a wine cellar, deep underneath a castle, she begins to uncover his secrets.
Saffron surrenders her body and embarks on an indulgent journey with the attractive sommelier, Gideon. As a wine taster, Saffron continually uses her senses to carve out a successful career, driving her to the peak of her profession. However, when Gideon leads her on an erotic adventure fueled by passion and self-discovery, she's startled to learn that she's been living her life ignorant of sensory pleasures that require other talents, ones she’d never explored with her previous, disastrous lover. That man, who envies her success, is waiting to strike back and destroy everything she has achieved.
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Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Cover Reveal: ALPHA


It's that time! Cover Reveal!

I'm thrilled to share the cover and blurb for my next book with you.

Ready?? 



Alpha is the first dark paranormal romance I've done and the first shifter romance I've written in a long while, but I'm kind of excited about it. 

For now, the blurb. Release is scheduled for the coming week. I'll announce the date as soon as possible. 

Zane

I knew one day she’d come looking for answers. I just didn’t expect that day to be today. Hell, I wasn’t any more ready now than I had been six years ago. But here she was asking questions about something she knew nothing about. About people she knew nothing about. 

People. 

I used that term loosely. We were monsters, all of us. Killers. And she sought out the most heinous of all: me. 

Aria Hale came with questions, questions to which only I had the answers, and she had every right to know the truth. But that didn’t mean I’d give it to her. In fact, I’d do whatever it took to keep her from ever finding out what really happened that night.

I could live with blood on my hands, but I couldn’t live knowing she hated me. 

And if she ever found out what I'd done, she would hate me.

Aria

I guess he thought I’d leave the past alone. Let it die its miserable death. He didn’t know me very well though. 

Six years had passed since the night my life changed forever. The night I lost everything. Six long years since the only man who had any answers had disappeared. Zane Von was the key to avenging what happened that night. To understanding why they died and I didn’t.

Neither of us knew it then, but that night, our lives were bound together irrevocably, whether he liked it or not. If he thought I’d walk away, turn my back on my past, then he didn’t know me. 

Alpha is a standalone dark paranormal romance. No cliffhanger. Content may be offensive to sensitive readers and is intended for 18+ due to explicit (D/s) sexual situations and violence. 

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Monday, September 14, 2015

The Ties That Bind: Guest Post by CP Mandara

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It's FINALLY here -  the naughtiness that happens in Albrecht Stables finally comes to a climatic end. (18+ Audience Only)

Blurb:
Will Mark Matthews accept Redcliff's terms for his daughter's release, surrendering both body and mind to the enemy? Petal's sanity depends upon the fact, for in the sixth and final book of the Pony Tales she is to discover that the fate in store for her at Albrecht is not a pretty one. Shipped off to Leyland Forbes in a steel cage, the pony-girl will have to endure all sorts of imaginative bondage and BDSM at his palatial manor, as her body is photographed intimately by several of the world's top photographers. As the day progresses she will find herself taken out to dinner in chains, before being cleverly and expertly divested of her virginity. Trouble awaits when she returns to the stables, however. One of the trainers has taken a monstrous dislike to her and intends to prove his superiority, both in the dungeon and beyond. Escape for Jenny is beginning to seem like an impossible dream...  

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Excerpt
If you want me to utter that safe word, you’re going the wrong way about it,” breathed Jenny, who was still struggling to rub her body against his.

He barked out a laugh. “Oh you’ll utter your naughty little word before the night is out,” whispered Mark, nuzzling his lips against her neck, “but at the moment, I want to lick, bite, nibble, pinch, tweak and chew every inch of you. She made a face at him and he shook his head, amused. “Relax, you’ll enjoy it.” She narrowed her eyes at that. “OK,” he amended, “you’ll enjoy most of it.”

Whatever Jenny’s reply to his comment might have been was lost, for his mouth descended quickly upon her sex and employed every trick in the book to get her to panting level in record time. When she’d reached the ‘ten-seconds-to-blast-off’ point, he abruptly stopped and moved on to other ‘less sensitive’ body parts. She made lots of funny gurgling noises, and some interesting Kung Fu moves against his knot-work, but ultimately, she just had to wait and endure. He planned to cover her entire body with his tongue-work and lips, and he started high, tracing the delicate lines of her cheekbones, the ridge of her lips, the line of her nose, and the arch of her neck. Nipping at the tightly pointed buds of her nipples and palpating the soft flesh of her abdomen, he then moved to bite the tender inner flesh of her thighs and tongue a wavy line of worship down to her ankles. He sucked toes, pretty little red-tipped toes that were stretched high in the air, and then he got down low and traced a path around her plugs with his tongue. Under her arms, over her shoulders, down to her tight little waist, he suckled, blew, kissed and even hummed tunes against her skin. She smelled divine. She tasted better. It was a shame she was not edible, for he could have eaten her whole. When he had covered her body from top to bottom at least twice, only then did he return to his shot glass.

With his long fingers, he gently pried the glass loose from the tight confines of her pussy, not able to contain his smile of satisfaction when she groaned at its removal. “You like being filled.” It was a statement, not a question, which was just as well, because he didn’t get an answer. “Do you like being stretched, I wonder?” Inserting the middle and index finger of his right hand into her dripping wet channel, he began to stretch the soft, wet walls of her sex. There was another groan. “I guess I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured. Making slow scissor motions with his fingers, he began to stretch the tight flesh of her pussy, opening her up. “Can you guess what I’m going to do next?” With his fingers still slipping and sliding inside her, he held up his shot glass and twirled the remaining liquid around. “You only get one guess, Princess.”

“Oh God, please tell me you’re not,” said Jenny, who spoke thickly and with stilted pauses. His fingers appeared to be quite the distraction.

“Oh,” breathed Mark happily, “I’m afraid I am.” Tilting the glass to a forty-five degree angle he let it hover for just a second, and as soon as Jenny grimaced and closed her eyes, he slowly began to pour. 

“It’s still warm,” she whimpered in a pained voice.

 “It’ll be nothing compared to the temperature I’m about to rocket you up to, given a couple of a minutes.”

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 “How are you going to get that out again? You can suck it out, surely?” Jenny opened one eye at him and gave him a nasty look.

“We’ll have to hope, for your sake, that I can. Otherwise I’ll be searching the apartment up and down for a straw, and then I might get distracted and feel the need to blow bubbles.”

She gave a horrified shudder beneath him, but then his mouth was upon her and it was all about pleasure. He flipped the stereo on with his spare hand and the shuffle function found the ‘Flower duet,’ from the opera ‘Lakmé’ which usually reminded him of the British Airways commercial, but tonight he had other things on his mind. It was a strangely appropriate piece, but he hadn’t the time to consider the intricacies of opera at the moment. He was focused. He had his goal in sight and he was nothing if not an overachiever.

He suckled, tongued, stroked and slurped. Light trickles of Sambuca ran into his mouth, flavoured with her unique, spicy essence that made the subtle hint of elderflower and the strong tang of liquorice seem like nectar from the Gods. Speaking of Gods, she tasted heavenly. Earthy, musky, flowery, and there was a hint of sweetness he couldn’t quite put his finger on. She seemed to have a particular scent and taste that drove him wild, and tonight, he intended to indulge himself. She wouldn’t be getting a sip of this particular vintage. This was all for him and he savoured each drop. When her thighs began trembling beneath his hands, he increased the suction of his mouth and captured her clit. In a few artful flicks, he had her screaming and then he could wait no longer. He was inside her. With long, tortured thrusts of urgency, he finally found solace within her body. She squeezed him tightly, somehow remembering what she had been taught and as he ran his fingers up and down her body, caressing and stroking her arms, breasts and thighs, he lost himself. One moment he was a sensible, control-freak style dominant and in the next he was a rutting beast. He needed to pull himself back and rein it in, or this session would not end as planned.

Pulling out of Jennifer Redcliff’s body was one of the hardest things he had ever done. Considering how long it had taken him to immerse himself inside it, it was hardly surprising. Breathing hard, he withdrew his aching cock, and it was clear she felt the same way for her body tried desperately hard to hold on to him. “They’ve taught you well, I see,” he said with a sardonic smile, as he finally gathered his breath back.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“I’m that good, huh?”

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So what's new in the latest instalment of Pony Tales?

  Imaginative Bondage - Jenny is about to find herself centre stage in Leyland Forbes palatial mansion as he works to entertain his guests in what will be the BDSM party of the century. She will find herself sprayed up in body paint and forming part of a moving exhibition - a carousel - before being dipped several feet underwater for experimental underwater games. 

  Marianna and the 'No Panties' rule - What happened to Marianna after we left her in Atlantisse? Well, she's about to feature as a human dessert plate for the entertainment of Mark Matthews and a few others, besides. Then, when she arrives back at the office, she will have to face her 'no panties' punishment - which involves her walking around the office with... yes, you've guessed it... her panties around her ankles.

  Mark and Jenny - Finally some alone time for Mark and Jenny! Lots of shocking, naughty games ensue and she'll have a rather intimate experience with a shot glass.  A safe word will be chosen and Mark will do all he can to make sure that it is uttered before the evening comes to a close.

  Redcliff - This man wants to watch Mark squirm, and preferably at his feet. The tactics he will employ to make sure that will happen are going to make your eyes water!

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aa112 A little bit about Christina Mandara: Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France. She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. No, not those kinds of water sports; think surfing or sailing. That doesn't mean that she doesn't enjoy BDSM in all of its glorious forms, be that pony girls, bondage, edge play, orgasm denial or a damn good spanking. Her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn't big enough) is her riding crop. In her spare time she's usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she's one of few woman who wouldn't mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you'll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

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Strapped: An Excerpt from Magic by DJ Black #Free KU

DJ Black of A Voice in the Corner, has released a brand new (and huge) book, Magic. DJ is a brilliant writer and I think just about everyone out there knows him from his blog. If not, check it out, but first this excerpt. And for those of you in the Kindle Unlimited program, Magic is FREE for you to read. 

Blurb

With over 210,000 words this spanking novel is an epic adventure set in a fantasy world with its own lore and customs, populated by multiple characters including wizards and witches, dragons and demons. It also encompasses war and the quest for power, and love and betrayal. 

It begins when an unexpected visitor arrives at the household of Sir Mark De Lacy. Little does Katrin, Sir Mark's daughter, know that her life is soon to be transformed forever. The beautiful, tempestuous 19-year-old has enjoyed running wild in the woods and consorting with herbalists and witches - an activity much frowned upon, given her noble status. So imagine her surprise - and excitement - when an adept recognises her gift and persuades her father to allow her to study magic at Pandoria. 

So begins Katrin's new life of wonder and exploration. Ensconced in the ladies college known as the Dovecote, she is apprenticed to Dr Arlon Fear, the young mage who is to be her tutor and master for the next few years... though over time he becomes so much more. Katrin takes up her duties and she and her new friends adjust to the rigorous regime of study and discipline. Spankings are a regular occurrence, and the punishments meted out are often severe: hand, belt, paddle, cane, birch, and more are used to tame deserving female bottoms. Yet through it all, Katrin develops her abilities and the bond strengthens between her and her stern and powerful master, Arlon Fear. 


And in this world of arcane magic and mystery, perhaps it is love that saves the day... 

Excerpt 

“What was the Silver Shore like?” Katrin asked as she poured some tea for Tabitha and Fear. 

As she pretended to listen for the answer she could not help but steal peeks at Fear. Until that moment she had not realised how much she had missed him.

“Still there,” Tabitha said dejectedly. “It seems so… I don’t know. Maybe if we had time to get out into the desert…”

Tabitha had been disappointed. Her home seemed squalid and small somehow. Her brothers and sisters had been too polite and the younger ones had even hung back to gawp at her. Her previously terrifying stepfather had been almost respectful. He had certainly been in absolute awe of Fear. Only her mother had been as she had remembered; so much to change in a year.

“We weren’t there long,” Fear explained as he took his tea. “Speaking of which, I am sorry, but we must move on tomorrow. We have to get to Sidon, for what I hope will be one last mission.”

“That’s… no fine, I… I’m ready,” Katrin sighed and for the first time that day realised that she would actually be sorry to leave home again.

“What is it Katrin?” Fear leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

Suddenly Katrin was pensive and she affected to fix her attention on the tea things. Not that Tabitha noticed. She had given up trying to explain why her home had seemed so much changed and was now back to her old self gushing about this and that, oblivious to the silent communication passing between Fear and Katrin.

Hovering in the background, Cain was not however, and coughed lightly. “Perhaps you should mention your dreams Katrin.”

Fear closed his eyes for a moment and nodded. So that was it.

Seeing his face at the words Katrin said quickly, “It’s not that,” and got to her feet as she suppressed a wail. There was a hint of tears in her eyes.

Seeing Katrin’s distress she took Tabitha by the arm. “Miss Tabitha, come with me. I must show you the library. Katrin used to spend so much time there, even when she wasn’t supposed to,” Cain said breezily.

“Oh, did she get into trouble?” Tabitha smirked.

“Oh I should say so,” Cain winked.

“Was she punished?” Tabitha asked eagerly.

Katrin might have blushed, but she wasn’t listening. Instead she moved to the window to stare out with her back to Fear.

“Let me tell you a thing or two about that…” Cain was saying as she hustled Tabitha out of the door.

“If it is not that, then what?” Fear pressed her when the others had gone.

Katrin sighed and sat down in a seat by the window.

“In any case, I think you had better tell me about… this beast that is haunting you.”

Katrin nodded and then woodenly at first, and little-by-little, began to describe her ever more vivid dreams.

When she was done Fear nodded thoughtfully. “I have heard of a witch in Sidon who knows of such things. We have to go there anyway before we return to Pandoria, so…” He frowned and studied the girl. She was ashen faced and drawn. He thought of Shula’s words to him and something inside of him lurched a little. Could it be true? Why was he pleased and not concerned by the idea.

“More witches,” Katrin spat. She had been so happy to see him and now she remembered that he would never be hers. That he was Amber Sage’s.

“Katrin, there is something else. Tell me what’s wrong.” Fear let an edge creep into his voice.
“It’s you, you… and that witch. I heard you. I saw you. You were…” Katrin stood up and made to leave.

“What witch, the one in Sidon? I have never met her. What are you talking about?” Fear was more puzzled than angry now.

“Not her, fool. Amber. Your…”

“Amber? What of… what are you talking about?”

“You love her. I saw you with her,” Katrin accused; turning on him angrily.

“Amber Sage? We have a history. You know that. But that’s all it is; a history. When did you see us? What are you talking about young lady? You had better start making sense before tan your backside.”

“I saw you with her. I saw you, she was… naked, you were… after Beltane when…”

Fear frowned a little and the recalled how he had birched his former lover for her handling of Erin. “Why you little… you were spying and poking your nose in where it doesn’t belong. What is it to you anyway?” Fear folded his arms and glared at her.

Katrin blushed, her jaw hanging open. “I…”

“Shula said you… you had feelings for me,” Fear said quietly.

Katrin averted her eyes and let her head nod ever so slightly.

Fear felt a little light-headed, the butterflies tickled at his stomach. “Amber and I… it was after she gave up being my apprentice. We would have to… well keep our feelings to ourselves until you are a journeyman at least. Then if… well I could arrange for you to be guided by another.”

“’Our feelings,’” Katrin gushed. “Then you and Amber aren’t…?”

“No, Amber and I aren’t,” Fear said darkly. “I really ought to… you know what. I am going to belt you bare bottom for you.”

“But…”

Fear reached under his black robes and tugged at the large brass buckle of his heavy leather belt as Katrin looked on wide-eyed.

“Master you can’t, I mean please, not here someone will hear us,” Katrin took an involuntary step backwards as Fear drew the leather through the loops of his breeks. But it was not fear but excitement that she felt. ‘Our feelings,’ he had said; our feelings.

“You can place yourself across that table,” he growled, “do it now.”

Katrin looked aghast at the door and considered running. But at that moment wild horses could not have made her run from Arlon Fear.

“Arlon,” she said it as a sigh, the word filling her word.

“Now I said,” Fear barked, doubling the belt and cracking it between his arms.

Katrin’s heart raced and she turned away from him. Then taking small steps she went forward raising her skirts as she did so. “Please Master… Arlon…” but there were no words. On reaching the edge of the table she rucked up the skirts of her dress and leaned over until she could reach the far side.

Fear moved behind her and pulled at the bow holding up her draws which fell easily to the floor in a puddle around her ankles, which extracted a soft sigh from her lips. Her pale firm bottom jutted out towards him and Katrin shuffled nervously drawing her legs together.

“You have been worrying yourself into… into a mess over something that… like a child prying…” his accusations tumbled angrily from his lips pell-mell and he stood away and drew back his arm.

Katrin fixed her eyes on a knot-hole in the wood panel that lined the room and chewed at her lips.

The belt cracked hard across her defenceless bare bottom and she grimaced as the blaze he described there took hold. However the stroke was the first of many and after a dozen biting blast of the leather Katrin, already panting hard, began to grunt at each impact.

In the library Tabitha started at the sound of Katrin’s chastisement and tried to catch Cain’s eye. “Is that…?”

“None of our business, yes I believe it is,” Delia Cain said tartly, for a moment reverting to old demeanour as a governess.

Tabitha giggled and allowed herself to be led out of earshot.

Not so Ellen, whose ears pricked up at the unmistakeable sound of a strapping. Abandoning her work she scurried to the door and put her ear to it. Lady Katrin she thought, supressing a gasp, oh my.

“Master… Sir… Arlon,” Katrin wailed.

Fear smiled at his name on her lips and paused as he studied the dramatic reddening and welts on Katrin’s naked bottom. “Will you snoop about and set yourself brooding again?” He asked firmly, laying another hard stroke of the strap where her bottom met her thighs.

“No Sir.” She wailed, tears rolling down her face.

“Will you trust me?” he raged, striking her bottom again.

“No Sir… I mean yes Sir,” Katrin sobbed miserably.


“I should think not,” Fear sighed, spanking the strap down again as hard as he was able and extracting a loud yelp from Katrin that no one in the house could miss.