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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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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Retribution: Kidnapping Elle #satspanks #BDSM #Giveaway

Hello everyone and welcome to the Saturday Spankings Blog Hop. This past week, I shared my new cover with you (if you didn't see it, just peek below) and today, I'd like to share the first snippet from Retribution, a dark romantic suspense (erotic, of course). Release is January 12, 2016.

Today is also the last day for you to participate in the GIVEAWAY!! In celebration of the upcoming release, I'm giving away a $25 gift card to Amazon and copies of DEVIANT and THEIRS TO TAKE! Rafflecopter is below so play!! 

Okay, a snippet. I'm sharing from the prologue. This is from Adam's POV. He's the hero, but I'm thinking people won't think that until a little later in the book...

I followed the little yellow bug from some distance away, although I didn’t need to tail her. I knew where she lived, what she ate. Where she did her dry-cleaning, who she socialized with. Who she fucked — although that was surprisingly infrequent. I knew the contents of her underwear drawer. Knew what kind of vibrator she liked and how often she used it. And, today, I’d meet Elle Dominguez face to face. I’d introduce myself as her new neighbor and I’d steal her life, just like they’d stolen mine.

Blurb for Retribution

Adam

Payback’s a bitch — or it would be for Elle.

Fifteen years ago, my sister was kidnapped. For months, she’d endured hell. Somehow, she’d survived it. Someway, she’d escaped her captors. But it hadn’t mattered. In fact, it had been like losing her twice, because six weeks after she came home, she was dead, and the man responsible was alive and well, oblivious to her fate, ignorant to what he had coming.

Fifteen years I’d been waiting for this moment, all that time, planning, preparing, readying to put things into motion. To finally make the SOB pay for what he’d done.

Killing him was too easy. Too quick. No. There was a much better way to exact revenge.

Take what he loved best.

Break it.

Break her.

I just didn’t realize that in the process of destroying the girl, I’d destroy myself.

Elle

“I only want your pain.”

I hadn’t understood what those words meant, not really. Not until he made me understand.

I noticed Adam the very first day he moved into my building. He was a badass on a bike in a thousand-dollar suit. When he looked at me, it was with a hunger just this side of obscene.

Our meetings were strange, accidental. Too coincidental. There was something about Adam. Something I couldn’t put my finger on.

Something I couldn’t resist.

He told me I didn’t know him. He warned me to run as far from him as I could. He was moody. Dark. I’d found it romantic. I didn’t know, and I wouldn’t realize until it was too late that he’d meant for me to heed his warnings. That some part of him had hoped I would run, that I would escape him.

For too many years, vengeance had fueled him. It had taught him hate. The object of that hate? My father. And me? I was the means to my father’s end. Adam would destroy my father by destroying me. 

I accused him of being a monster, of being no different than those who took his sister, but even in the harshest moments, all I could see in his eyes was pain. And like a fool, all I wanted was to touch that darkness.

To make it light.

Retribution is a full-length, complete Dark Romantic Suspense novel. No Cliffhanger. Intended for mature readers for sexual situations, BDSM (dub-con).

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Cover Reveal and Giveaway: Retribution #prizes

A cover reveal! It's been a while, but...

My next book, Retribution, will be releasing on January 12, 2016. It's a dark romantic suspense, and the blurb is below. For now, I'm thrilled to share the cover with you. 

A HUGE thanks to L.J. from Mayhem Cover Creations and to photographer Michael Stokes for the cover image. The model, David Byers, sadly, does not have a Facebook page to stalk. I know because I tried. 

Blurb

Adam

Payback’s a bitch — or it would be for Elle.

Fifteen years ago, my sister was kidnapped. For months, she’d endured hell. Somehow, she’d survived it. Someway, she’d escaped her captors. But it hadn’t mattered. In fact, it had been like losing her twice, because six weeks after she came home, she was dead, and the man responsible was alive and well, oblivious to her fate, ignorant to what he had coming.

Fifteen years I’d been waiting for this moment, all that time, planning, preparing, readying to put things into motion. To finally make the SOB pay for what he’d done. 

Killing him was too easy. Too quick. No. There was a much better way to exact revenge.

Take what he loved best. 

Break it. 

Break her.

I just didn’t realize that in the process of destroying the girl, I’d destroy myself.

Elle

“I only want your pain.” 

I hadn’t understood what those words meant, not really. Not until he made me understand.

I noticed Adam the very first day he moved into my building. He was a badass on a bike in a thousand-dollar suit. When he looked at me, it was with a hunger just this side of obscene. One glance from him and I was lost. 

Our meetings were strange, accidental. Too coincidental. There was something about Adam. Something I couldn’t put my finger on. 

Something I couldn’t resist.

He told me I didn’t know him. He warned me to run as far from him as I could. He was moody. Dark. I’d found it romantic. I didn’t know, and I wouldn’t realize until it was too late that he’d meant for me to heed his warnings. That some part of him had hoped I would run, that I would escape him.

For too many years, vengeance had fueled him. It had taught him hate. The object of that hate? My father. And me? I was the means to my father’s end. Adam would destroy my father by destroying me.  

I accused him of being a monster, of being no different than those who took his sister, but even in the harshest moments, all I could see in his eyes was pain. And like a fool, all I wanted was to touch that darkness. 

To make it light.

Retribution is a full-length, Dark Romantic Suspense novel. NO Cliffhanger. Intended for mature readers for explicit erotic content and dub-con D/s scenes.

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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.

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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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Bound: a #BDSM Novel by Casey McKay

Hi Natasha! Thanks so much for having me over today. I brought over an excerpt from Bound for your readers to enjoy. Melissa and Martin are staying in a friend's house on his island. He's made his own dungeon in his home and during this scene Melissa is critiquing some of the things she sees around her. She's a little distracted, but she won't be for long.

“Kneel,” he commanded.

She dropped to her knees in front of him with no hesitation.

“Hmm, what to do with you now?” He ran his hand through her hair and she leaned into his leg. “I should have brought a plug in here with me.”

She made a noise of disapproval and pulled away from him. She could never quite tell if he was kidding or not, but she didn’t like when he teased her with filling her up with a plug. She didn’t want to like it, and Martin had this way of convincing her to do things that she didn’t want to like. And then she did like them, and it pissed her off.

Martin raised his eyebrows at her. “Not feeling very submissive tonight, Red?”

She lowered her eyes and fought the urge to bite her lip. Nothing could have been closer to the truth, she hadn’t felt submissive at all lately. She’d begun to wonder if she changed and wasn’t really a submissive anymore.

He reached down and tipped her chin up, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “I asked you a question.”

Melissa recognized the look on his face, serious and unrelenting, it sent a shiver up her spine. Isn’t this what drew her to him all those years ago? “We can do whatever you want, sir.”

The smile he gave her was humorless. “You didn’t answer my question. Up,” he ordered, no longer waiting for a reply.

She scrambled to her feet. She may not have been feeling terribly submissive, but she wasn’t stupid, she knew when not to push.

“Over there.” He pointed to a low padded table. She could see straps and things hanging from the sides.

She moved toward it, fighting the urge to question him. It struck her then how different their dynamic had become. It wasn’t very long ago that this had been the norm, Martin in charge, her bent to his will. Lately, it all became muddled, they did more of what she wanted, he took cues and suggestions from her. Even when he was domming her he wasn’t really in charge. But now, the familiar feeling of anxiety and excitement of the unknown filled her. It was like an old friend, something she hadn’t felt in a while.

“Strip,” he barked, before turning to investigate a chest of drawers. Her eyes lingered on it. Unfinished wood. She hoped Jake eventually meant to add something to it, if he thought to leave a piece of furniture like that was a good idea then he really did need help.

Pulling her top over her head, she kept her gaze on Martin, trying to guess his next move.

He turned to look at her as if he felt her eyes on him. He stared her down until she broke her gaze.

She kept her eyes trained on her toes while she fiddled with the button on her shorts. All of this would have been second nature at one time, how had they strayed so far?

Martin cleared his throat, she didn’t look up but took as a sign that he thought she was stalling. She pushed her shorts and panties down together, stepping out of them. He came up beside her and threw a bundle of silky Shibari rope onto the table top. “Do you have a hair tie?”

Pulling the ever-present black hair band from her wrist, she passed it off to him.

Wordlessly, he moved behind her and fastened her wavy hair into a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. She closed her eyes, reveling in the moment as he tugged and secured her wild mane.

He pushed her hair over her shoulder and then placed a kiss on the back of her neck. A shiver shot down her spine as he lingered there, his warm breath heating her skin. He nudged her gently toward the table.

Taking her cue, she folded herself over the edge. The table was at perfect hip height for her. She reached across the table and her hands found the leather straps. The first slap was hard and unexpected. She let out a little squeak and wrapped her hands in the straps.

“Widen your stance,” he directed, his hand slipping between her thighs.

She stepped her feet apart and then stepped out further when Martin tapped her inner thigh. Her legs were open so wide that she ended up on her toes. It ran through her mind to complain, she didn’t know how long she could keep this position. But then he spanked again, his broad, hard hand smacking her ass in a loud slap and she decided to keep her mouth shut. If it got to be too much she would tell him, but for now she could try to please him.

He spanked her slowly, as if he were strategically placing the strikes. They were all of equal intensity, never getting harder or softer, each one making her jolt forward. The edge of the table, even padded, dug uncomfortably into her hips.

Her muscles strained, her legs tense, balancing her weight on her toes. She arched her back with each smack, unwittingly giving him a better target as it raised her ass and pushed it out more each time.

When she felt like heat was actually radiating from her skin and her calf muscles screamed from the stretch, she let out a grunt. Her breath was short as she tried to hold the position, register the pain, and keep quiet all at once.

Martin ran a hand over her heated globes. “Relax now.”

She stepped her feet in enough so she could place them flat on the floor. Melting into the table as his hand roved and caressed. He teased between her legs, her pussy sopping and welcoming his fingers without resistance.

“In a better head space now?” he asked with a knowing tone.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered. Her breath still rasped out of her, but she was in a much more submissive mindset than just minutes earlier. She was more relaxed and ready to do anything Martin suggested. Her eyes fell shut until he added a second finger into her channel. “Ah.” She made a sound of surprise and pleasure as he curled his fingers and pumped them in and out of her.

“Such a good girl,” he crooned, thrusting into her once more before removing his hand.

She tried not to whine at the absence, but she must have made a disapproving noise because Martin chuckled behind her.

Blurb:

Melissa's longtime boyfriend, Martin, is taking her on the trip of a lifetime. It might be just what they need since she has felt a disconnect with him lately. But her overactive mind convinces her that he's planned the trip for the sole purpose of dumping her... until he brings up the subject of marriage again.

Martin doesn't know how else to convince Melissa that they are destined to be together forever. He's left his exclusive BDSM club in the hands of a capable friend and whisked her away to a private island. He can't figure out why she revels in physical bonds, but balks at the bonds of marriage. It's not a challenge the seasoned Dom in him is ready to back down from.

When secrets from Melissa's past threaten to come to light and her well-being and safety are put at risk, can Martin protect the woman his world revolves around? Or will he end up losing everything that matters to him?

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