#SatSpanks Christmas visits in My Naughty Little Secret

Welcome to another Saturday spankings  kindly hosted as always by the wonderful Kathryn Blake. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas, and your cup is overflowing with love, life and happiness - mine certainly is! 

In honour of the season, I am sharing a snippet of Siobhan and Michael's first Christmas together, from My Naughty Little Secret, which, if you hurry, is still on sale at the fantastic price of $2.99 for a full length novel (80,000+ words)

“I really missed you, Shiv,” he said, kissing me.

“Me too,” I mumbled as my reply was smothered by his lips. A few other travellers were watching our display with obvious entertainment.

“Aw, hell, it’s Christmas,” I giggled at their amused glances.

We booked into our hotel and I suggested food. I figured he must be hungry after travelling for the last few hours.

“Food later, you first,” he demanded hungrily. “I thought we were staying with your family?”

“We are, tomorrow, I don’t want to share you tonight. Mind you, Mam has me warned I have to bring you over for a while later.”

He pushed me in the bedroom door and we both went straight for the bed, ripping off clothes as fast as we could.

“I believe your ladyship ordered a spanking,” Michael said mischievously, turning me face down on the bed.

Blurb:

Blurb:

From the moment she saw him on her first day at her new job in London, there was something about Michael which annoyed Siobhan Brennan… and something else that pulled her to this stunningly handsome man and his boldly arrogant personality. In spite of her misgivings she soon finds herself out on a date with him, and she is torn between a desire to defy him as often as possible and a deeper, more disturbing need to submit to him. It certainly doesn’t help that very embarrassing thoughts keep popping into her head uninvited: images of herself bent over, bare bottom on display, waiting for Michael to chastise her firmly.

It is not long before Siobhan, in a rash moment, actually dares Michael to spank her, only to find that he is more than up to the challenge of turning her naked backside bright red. To her horror, her sore behind only fuels the fire growing within her, and she is soon on her knees before him, blushing with shame yet needing him to take her and take her hard.

It is only afterwards that the couple must come to terms with what took place, and what it means for their relationship. Was this just a one-time event, something to be tried but never repeated, or will Siobhan find herself punished like a naughty girl again in the future? As scandalized as it makes her feel, in her heart she knows what she needs, but is Michael prepared to give it to her? And when she finds out that Michael has kept something important from her about his past and who he really is, will she be able to forgive him or will the revelation tear them apart forever?

Publisher’s Note: My Naughty Little Secret is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, graphic sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy it now on:

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I hardly need to tell y'all at this stage - Saturday Spankings is a blog hop so do hop along to the others on the link and see what treats are in store :)

Christmas Day in the O'Brien Household - Exile to Unity #Corbinsbend

So this is it  - it is Christmas day. I am more stuffed than the turkey was earlier. It is now coming up for 7pm my time and I am soon about to settle in to a game of cards with the family and some friends as we do each year. I hope you all had a wonderful day.

Here is Christmas Day in the O'Brien household - their first in Corbin's Bend.

By the time Christmas Eve came round the humiliation was all but forgotten in the O’Brien household, and a contented peace reigned between the couple. The excitement of Santa was the main focus. Ange’s bruises had subsided enough to just be a minor pain in the butt and Jim knew she wanted the whole thing erased from history. Carla was indeed snowed in and facing the prospect of a very lonely Christmas as without exception, every single resident was horrified at how she was prepared to bring the entire community under scrutiny in order to disgrace Ange.
On Christmas morning, Ange and Jim attended church for the first time since their arrival and were delighted to be welcomed from the pulpit by Father Henry and equally as warmly by the other members of the congregation. By the time they left, they were full of the spirit of Christmas. Maeve and Joe had promised to call around for a while as soon as they could escape, and Jim was thrilled to tell Ange that Sarah and John would be joining them. Ange decided to whip up a large batch of eggnog in honor of the festivities, lacing it generously with rum and spices.
The aroma of turkey and ham were already filling the house. The two children were running from toy to toy, but Jack seemed as excited by the boxes as any toys. He still had a problem dealing with the concept of Santa Claus.
“But Daddy, it’s Jesus’s birthday why isn’t it Jesus who gets the presents?” Ava asked for the twentieth time. Jim threw his hands in the air and looked fruitlessly for Ange to help him out. The front doorbell chimed, and he thought she must have gone to answer it but when it rang again he attended to it. He invited the Harshaws in and poured drinks for all, shouting for Ange. He felt embarrassed that she wasn’t there to greet their guests and even more mortified that he had no idea where she had gone. Maeve was keeping it all going, helping him cover up his awkwardness. Finally the back door opened and Ange came in, looking like the abominable snowman. As she entered, she shot Jim a look, and put her fingers to her lips.
“We can’t have Carla spending Christmas alone. She can’t get to Denver with the weather, so I invited her to join us.”
The room went silent for a couple of moments, but Ange filled the silence with chatter about the children’s excitement and asked a blissfully unaware Ava to show Carla the new painting set she got from Santa as she filled a glass of eggnog for her.
“What the fuck?” Jim hissed as he joined Ange by the cooker.
“I don’t want to have to pass a neighbor on the street and look the other way. She’s having a bad enough time of it. How would you like to spend Christmas stuck somewhere on your own, knowing the rest of the neighborhood were all spending it with friends or family,” Ange said quietly.
“She only has herself to blame,” Jim whispered.
“Come on, it’s the season of good will. Hank has been good to you and Carla’s just depressed. I above all people know that depression does funny things to you. Maeve tells me she’s usually a model community member. It was hard for her to come, be kind to her.” He downed another eggnog quickly and bit his tongue. Ange had a point about Hank at least.
Maeve, kind-hearted as she was, was desperately trying to make conversation with Carla when they returned and Jim took her cue. It wasn’t long before the doorbell went again and Kirk and Bethany were admitted, followed by Brent and Charmagne. If anyone was surprised to see Carla, they were wise enough to keep their own counsel, and act as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Jim helped Ange whip up another batch of egg nog. The party, it seemed, was only starting.
“That was a very decent thing to do. I’m proud of you, love,” Jim said, kissing his wife as he got her alone.
The next hour brought a steady stream of callers, all of Ange’s friends, showing support for what she had been through. Jim was struck by the kindness of one and all, not just toward him and Ange, but also toward Carla. By inviting her there, Ange had ensured Carla was forgiven, and Jim hoped Carla appreciated that fact enough to accept the hand of friendship and drop any animosity. It was certainly much more than he would have done if it was left to him. Dinner was a little more awkward as it was just Carla and the O’Briens, but the children provided plenty of pleasant distraction, and Carla left soon after the meal was done.
Ange walked her to the door. Jim was surprised to see Carla kiss Ange, and overheard her parting remarks.
“I didn’t deserve that. Thank you. I wish I could undo the past. You’re a remarkable person. God bless and happy Christmas.”
“Forget it, honestly. I’ve been there and done plenty I wasn’t too proud of. I’m glad you came. Friends?”
“More than friends, I will never forget you for this. It seems I’m indebted to both the O’Briens for the rest of my life.”
“Well, that was certainly an interesting day,” Jim remarked, smiling at the sight of his two children sitting on the floor, making a total ramshackle of the place, paper flittered everywhere. The excitement had been too much for them. It wouldn’t be long before they were tucked up in bed and he and Ange could finally be alone. He’d been dying to get his hands on her all day. She looked stunning, in a seasonal red dress and black high heels. And that lovely round ripe bottom was framed perfectly. He had visions of making her skin match the color of her dress. He hoped she was sufficiently recovered from her ordeal to indulge in a little play. He let his thoughts drift to wonderful things as he brought the children up to bed and tucked them in. They were overtired and excited and took quite a while to settle. When he descended, Ange was fast asleep on the sofa. He smiled, covered her with a blanket and set to cleaning up a little. The fun would have to wait an hour or two, but it was early yet.

Blurb:

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

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

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

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Christmas Eve in the Brennan Household My Naughty Little Secret #Spankingromance

Here in the Finnegan household, it's only 3 hours to midnight! The ham is parboiled, the veggies are prepared, and the place is sparkling. This year the cake comes courtesy of my son so I have to admit I am really looking forward to trying that.  I wish you all the merriest and most peaceful Christmas. May you all be healthy and happy throughout the holiday period.  Below is Christmas Eve in the Brennan household, naturally, it is kind of a mix of of truth and fiction! 

“Christmas Eve, time to hang up our stockings, yeah hurray!” chanted Aislinn at 8:00 a.m. I woke up very reluctantly.

“God, what age are you, Aislinn?” I laughed. “Did nobody tell you Santa doesn’t exist?”

She poked out her tongue at me.

“Killjoy! The stockings are the best bit. I still love them, old and all as I am.”

“Yeah, me too,” I agreed, secretly revelling in my sister’s childish behaviour and the seasonal enthusiasm.

Even after we children were too old to believe in Santa, Mam had kept the tradition of the Christmas stocking alive, to try to keep a bit of the Christmas magic in the house. She always filled the stockings with all sorts of little luxuries and frivolities that we wouldn’t buy for ourselves and we loved opening them on Christmas morning.

“Do you remember when we were small we used to plague Mammy and Daddy to let us open some presents on Christmas Eve?” added Keeva, joining in the excitement.

“All day long from when we would get up in the morning, ‘til they eventually agreed to just one, after Midnight Mass. You’d think we’d learn, but we did the same thing year after year and we never got to open one ‘til after mass. God, kids are such annoying brats really,” she laughed. “Remind me never to have any.”

“Jaysus, you’re an even bigger misery-guts than Shiv, why would you never want kids? Look at all the fun they can be,” Aislinn complained.

“Snotty noses, dirty nappies, no nights out, no leaving the house without a military operation. No, thanks.” said Keeva, shuddering at the memory of the summer job she had last year as au pair in Dublin.

“You’ll change your tune in time, mark my words,” Mam prophesised.

We had a very noisy traditional Irish breakfast of rashers, sausages, black pudding, fried eggs, and potato bread. Then we got down to the serious business of wrapping gifts and pre-preparing what food we could for Christmas Day.

Niall and Dad were put on potato and vegetable peeling duty. The giblet soup was my department, which we would have today with sandwiches and then again tomorrow before dinner. Keeva was in charge of parboiling the ham and glazing it. Aislinn was to keep clearing up after everyone so the kitchen didn’t get out of hand. Mam would collect the turkey and ham from the Flynn’s, the butchers and get the last minute supplies of milk, cream, and bread rolls. She would do the smoked salmon salad tomorrow.

“Janey Mack,” she said when she got back, “you’d think the shops are going to be shut for a month. The world and its mother are in the village. There are tailbacks on the main street.”

“Tailbacks in Easkey, Mam,” snorted Aislinn with derision, “will you stop exaggerating. There were probably five cars on the road, and that’s a tailback here.”

“Or cows going in for milking, that’s a tailback round here! Will we go to the pub later?” added Keeva hopefully; she knew some of her school friends were being allowed out tonight on account of Christmas. Mam and Dad never permitted her go to the pub, but she was hopeful they’d make an exception since I was home.

“Pub, my backside,” said Dad crossly, ruining the jollity, “we’ll all be going to Midnight Mass as usual, and you’ll not be going smelling of drink.”

“Dad, Midnight Mass is now the Christmas Vigil, it’s from nine to ten and I am planning to go to the pub after it for a couple of drinks if that’s ok. Maybe I can bring Keeva? I’ll keep an eye on her,” I reminded him, winking at Keeva.

“No more than two drinks for her,” Dad warned grumpily. Bah humbug. He needed a visit from the ghost of Christmas past to remind him what it was like to be young.

Keeva waited until Dad left the room. “Thanks, Shiv, I owe you one. You could always wrap him around your finger.”

Blurb:

From the moment she saw him on her first day at her new job in London, there was something about Michael which annoyed Siobhan Brennan… and something else that pulled her to this stunningly handsome man and his boldly arrogant personality. In spite of her misgivings she soon finds herself out on a date with him, and she is torn between a desire to defy him as often as possible and a deeper, more disturbing need to submit to him. It certainly doesn’t help that very embarrassing thoughts keep popping into her head uninvited: images of herself bent over, bare bottom on display, waiting for Michael to chastise her firmly.

It is not long before Siobhan, in a rash moment, actually dares Michael to spank her, only to find that he is more than up to the challenge of turning her naked backside bright red. To her horror, her sore behind only fuels the fire growing within her, and she is soon on her knees before him, blushing with shame yet needing him to take her and take her hard.

It is only afterwards that the couple must come to terms with what took place, and what it means for their relationship. Was this just a one-time event, something to be tried but never repeated, or will Siobhan find herself punished like a naughty girl again in the future? As scandalized as it makes her feel, in her heart she knows what she needs, but is Michael prepared to give it to her? And when she finds out that Michael has kept something important from her about his past and who he really is, will she be able to forgive him or will the revelation tear them apart forever?

Publisher’s Note: My Naughty Little Secret is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, graphic sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy it now on:

 Amazon.Com   |   Amazon.co.uk    | Barnes and Noble    |    Kobo     |     All Romance Ebooks

Spotlight on Courted By Trouble by Bree Cariad #Inspirational #Romance

I'm delighted to have Bree Cariad back with an excerpt from her latest release, Courted By Trouble, book three in the In Hyacinth series. I'm sure, like me,  many of you have been waiting for this having read book one and two in the series. The fantastic news it is now available on Amazon. 

Courted by Trouble Press Kit

His love helped her feel as though she could do anything.

Which meant the world when her strange past came to call.

Courted by Trouble

In Hyacinth, Book Three

Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23556791-courted-by-trouble

Amazon Link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00PZABQIU

 

Marketing Copy:

Stephanie Knight’s life wasn’t easy. Even brought up in Hyacinth, discipline had not been a part of her family growing up. After her mother’s death, she made many mistakes and after the worst, ended up almost homeless. Thanks to her best friend’s father, she had a safe place to live while she tried to get her life together. Fear of people’s reactions kept her away from Hyacinth, but when her best friends found her again, she could no longer deny her desire to truly live.

Christopher Triton moved to town and turned her life upside down. With the support of her friends, Steph slowly got her self-esteem back. When Christopher declared his intention to court her, she couldn’t imagine anything more wonderful. But things were never smooth sailing for Stephanie. Thankfully, with a strong man at her side, she was able to weather the tough spots. His discipline allowed her to let go of all past guilt and grasp onto her positive future. His love helped her feel as though she could do anything. Which meant the world when her strange past came to call.

About the series "In Hyacinth" by Bree Cariad:

Hyacinth, Washington is all about old-fashioned values. In Hyacinth words like trust, honor, and kindness aren't just buzzwords. Hyacinth is a community built on tradition and trust, where men are the head of the home and women are encouraged to follow their lead.

Each story in the series is of a young woman (18-20) and her struggle to figure out who she is in this little town while at the same time going through Hyacinth's old-fashioned courting system. On their way to meet, get to know, and finally marry their princes, these heroines grow in ways they and their town never expected.

Excerpt:

Stephanie couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her lips. Cami wanted her to design her wedding dress. While it terrified her, it was also exciting. She hadn’t done that in far too long. It was such a pleasure to think about that she lost herself in the daydream of it as she doodled on a spare napkin. Townsfolk came into the café and left and she barely noticed, so engrossed in the design taking shape on the thin piece of paper.

Picking up her coffee, Stephanie looked up into a pair of deep green eyes. Sitting at the table next to hers was a man with shaggy brown hair, a strong, square jaw, and a very nice smile. His smile spread as she kept looking at him and turning pink as she realized what she was doing, she looked back down at her coffee. Staring at a guy was childish and something she had no right to do anyway. It wasn’t like she had a happily ever after in her future. Sighing softly as her joy from spending time with Cami evaporated at the thought, she tried to go back to sketching on the napkin. It was something she had done all her life and as a seamstress it came in handy. Now that she had agreed to design and make Cami’s wedding dress, she would be doing it a lot.

“Excuse me.” Even without looking up, Stephanie knew it was the green-eyed man. Slowly she raised her head and once again looked into his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. But then I’ve only lived here for two months. Name’s Christopher Triton.”

She gulped on a suddenly dry mouth. There was a time when she would have flirted back shamelessly, but not anymore.

“Shy?” he said quietly. “That’s okay. I’m just beginning to know the ins and outs of Hyacinth. I’m sure my aunt and uncle can fill me in.” His tone was teasing but her throat closed up and panic struck her chest.

“Excuse me,” she gasped, grasping her stuff and running out of the café. Even once she was outside, she kept running, all the way to the bus stop, thrilled the bus got there just as she did. Once she made it to her seat, she curled up by the window, trying to get her breathing under control. It took the entire twenty-five minute ride for her heart to stop beating so quickly. The bus stopped just outside Hins Creek and the twenty-minute walk home helped her calm even more. It was just a guy trying to get to know her. What’s so bad about that? Any normal girl would have flirted a little and then left leaving him wanting more. She had run away like the scared rabbit she was.

“I need to get out more,” she whispered as she unlocked her door and walked inside, expecting the serenity it usually gave her. Instead, the room felt hollow, as though it was missing everything she had put behind her. Life, happiness, and love.

Going into the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was pulled up in a bun as she hadn’t really taken care of it in months and it was a pain. Pulling out the pins, it cascaded over her shoulders and down her back in limp strands. Pulling her blouse and jeans off, she looked at her body. Whereas she used to be tall and rather statuesque, she had lost weight and now appeared underfed. There was a time she had been pretty and guys had gone out of their way to get her to notice them. In truth, that was only fourteen months ago. As she looked into her light brown eyes, she wondered if that girl still existed. For the first time in a long time, she wanted her back.

Author Bio:

Bree enjoys good books with great characters. While she may be an adult, her favorite memories are from her teenage years reading inspirational romance with girls just like her and strong heroes. That's one of the reasons she's written In Hyacinth, a series of Courting Romances.

Courting Romance - where contemporary romance meets traditional values.

You can find her at:

Bree’s website/Blog - http://breecariad.blogspot.com/

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Book Spotlght - Finding Submission by Megan Michaels. #Spanking #BDSM #Petplay

I am absolutely delighted to welcome fellow author and good friend Megan Michaels here today to spotlight her new book, Finding Submission. If you haven't read it yet, do yourself a favour and go get it! It's smoking hot, with a totally wonderful heroine, Avery Rose and one hell of a hot Dom, Preston. I went from needing a hot shower one minute, to laughing at Avery's sassiness the next! I adored her. Okay, I'll shut up now - you're not here to listen to me!! Take it away, Megan. 

Hey Tara and fellow spanking fans!   Thank you for hosting Finding Submission on your blog today.  I hope you enjoy the funny, spider excerpt I have for you all today.  I know that Tara is a fellow Arachnophobic, and knew she would appreciate this excerpt!  (TF: Thanks very much :p - I noticed a few spider references in the book, Megan! I was afraid I might have to stand on the table and throw the biggest telephone directory in the house down on my kindle!!)

EXCERPT

Preston has just punished Avery with a razor strop and she is being sent to the corner—but she finds out that she isn’t alone in that corner. 

Preston helped her stand, wiping her face with a tissue before sending her to the corner.   She stood in the dark corner staring at the worn, old wood walls.  She was so sore, it hurt to stand. 

How in the world was she ever going to sit down tomorrow? 

She wasn’t even sure how she was going to sleep with a sheet over her bottom tonight.  Out of the corner of her eye, she caught some movement, and saw a huge black spider making its way to her corner.   Avery screamed pushing herself away from the corner, turning… and running right into Preston’s chest. 

“What’re you doing out of the corner, and why in the name of hell are you screaming?” Preston’s eyebrows were furrowed, and no doubt he simply thought she was being defiant. 

 “N-no, I’m not being bad.  I promise,” Avery said, quickly. “It’s a spider.   Preston you have to kill it.  It’s huge and I can’t — I won’t --  stand in the corner until he’s dead.  Kill him, please!”

Preston laughed, gently grabbing her by the shoulders and walking around her to the corner.  “Well, he’s pretty big.  I have to say.   We’ll just get rid of him for you.”  He killed the spider and pointed to the dead body on the floor of the woodshed.

She nodded, satisfied that his legs had been crushed from his body and he was unable to march in her direction — or any direction — again.   She resolutely walked toward the corner again.  

Preston stopped her. “I think you’ve had enough.  Let’s get you up to the playroom

I hope you all enjoyed it.  Follow the links below to get your copy, so you can read more about Preston and Avery.

Blurb:  

Preston Harrison is the picture of the gentleman Southern lawyer,  as handsome and affable, as he was strict and precise. His ordered professional life suited him and his temperament, not a thing out of place, not an event unplanned. But he was more than a lawyer though -- he was also a Dom, and he made sure his personal life and professional life never intersected. Never that is until his world is turned upside down by one Avery Beauchamp, a stubborn, adorable, and way too sassy pocket Venus.

Being the only daughter of a respected Judge should’ve set Avery up for a life of ease, of privilege. But Avery had a habit of not doing anything she should -- she only did the things she wanted. Marching to the beat of her own (very smart-mouthed) drummer had always served the headstrong girl well… until the day she ran afoul of a little thing called the law.

A strict southern lawyer and a color-outside-the-lines misdemeanor offender should have been like oil and water. But when a Judge’s daughter finds herself on the wrong side of the law, she’s presented with a choice: a fine and possible jail time, or an alternative sentence. Preston -- against his better judgment -- finds himself agreeing to the rather unique sentence for the wayward girl: house arrest for Avery.

There was one problem for Avery though: the house where she would serve her sentence wasn’t hers -- it was Preston’s. Worse, as she learns what working for the strict Preston Harrison really means -- and how deep her own repressed desires might go -- she fears that she might lose more than her freedom to the devastatingly handsome Dom. She might lose her heart too.

Note: This BDSM erotic romance includes the following acts or themes: bare bottom spanking and other corporal punishment, D/s, explicit sexuality, anal play, and BDSM activity including kitty/pet play. If these acts or themes might be offensive to you, please do not buy this book.

Buy Links: 

Amazon:   http://www.amazon.com/Finding-Submission-Megan-Michaels-ebook/dp/B00QH35HIO/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1417617131&sr=8-2&keywords=finding+submission

B&N:  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/finding-submission-megan-michaels/1120858690?ean=2940150075740

ARe   https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-findingsubmission-1689947-147.html

About the Author


The adventure of writing and getting a book published has been amazing! Reading has always been a passion for me and as far back as I can remember, I have always had at least one book on the go. Erotic romance and spanking romance are the books I crave. Who doesn't love a strong, alpha male who spanks? And if that man can be a cowboy or a pirate, well the perfect situation has been created. The bookcase shelves in our house and my Kindle are filled with BDSM, Spanking Romance, Age Play, DD, D/s, Historical Fiction, Historical Romance and Erotic Romance.
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Real life post! Silent Treatment, headlice treatment and The Right Treatment!

Guest post by: me! Topic: Treatment!
Today, I have three different treatments to talk about - the silent treatment, headlice treatment and of course The Right Treatment.
Did you ever wonder about the real life of an erotica writer? Do you think its full of romance, flowers and hot sex? For some maybe it is, but certainly not so much for me in the last while. When you have a houseful of kids, that impromptu hot quickie sex goes by the wayside let me tell you. I'm not going to do  big long post on how kids muck up your sex life because I did that here.  The problem here is my kids are all at an age where they have a fair idea of the birds and the bees, and the eldest probably too much of an idea as I learned to my cost last night!


First off, we have the silent treatment. Why and by whom? My teenage son is meeting me with the silent treatment as he came across evidence of his parents sex life. Last night, he came at me and flung something at me, telling me he needed a word with me. Like I was the child, he the parent and he had found out I was at things too grown up for me!
It turns out it was an empty stockings packet, but the wrapper was a little racy, and the photo showed a thong and suspenders, unfortunately. Anyway, I pointed out what it was, and that stockings were hardly contraband for adults. Then I get accosted with accusations of other things he has found (spanking paddle, lube and *blush* love beads. My face was redder and redder by the second. I am part raging, part dying of embarrassment. He's my bloody kid. I don't need to answer to him about my sex life! I try being reasonable, pointing out that he should be glad he has parents that still enjoy being together, but somehow he didn't seem to accept that argument and he was shouting in outrage!
I pointed out it really was none of his business, but that didn't seem to wash either. But it was definitely pick on Mammy day, I checked with his dad and of course he hadn't the nerve to say any of this to him. So today, the matter remains unresolved, and I have the silent treatment. My response? I confess, I told him perhaps he should discuss such matters with his father in the future! (I think that's called the diversion treatment)
I just want to say a big thank you to Casey Megan and Natasha for helping me see the funny side of this!

If that's not enough crap for one day, I also discover my daughters have headlice. So I spent the day up to my elbows in a  gooey home remedy for headlice. Yuck! You have to mix tea tree oil, lavender oil, olive oil and a natural shampoo in a bowl and it ends up looking and feeling like egg yolk. This then has to be spread  all over the scalp for minimum half an hour. It feels and smells horrendous.The house now stinks. Eeugh. No wonder the headlice don't like it. And then of course there is the laundry - all the bedlinen and towels have to be washed, again, using tea tree oil and lavender to kill the little blighters.  My house smells like a natural food shop now. And not in a good way.

Finally: Lets go to the best treatment - The Right Treatment which is now available as a stand alone book on Amazon

A big thank you to the very talented Korey Mae Johnson. Isn't it just gorgeous? Hot as hell.

Things have changed quite a bit in the years since Aoife Devine last saw Matt McDaid, her childhood crush. Working as a doctor on the emergency ward has hardened him, and parties, alcohol, and one-night-stands have taken their toll on her. But when a bad batch of ecstasy sends Aoife to the hospital, she finds herself with no choice but to accept Matt’s help, even if that means obeying his rules.

Matt proves fully prepared to back up his orders with a sound spanking, and Aoife soon learns that cooperating with his treatments is not optional, no matter how humiliating they may be for her. But will Aoife always be no more than a foolish girl to him, or can Matt come to see her as more than just a troublesome patient in need of the right treatment?

Publisher’s Note: The Right Treatment is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. This book is also available as part of a five-book collection entitled What the Doctor Ordered.


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#Wipitip My Naughty Little Secret- I want to fuck you first #spanking #Spankingromance

Okay, I know this definitely does not count as a WIP  but I wanted to spread the word that it's currently on sale at $2.99 - a bargain price for over 80,000 words.

Placing me gently on the bed, he started kissing all down my neck, pushing down my underwear with his hands exposing my breasts. My nipples were already hard buds of desire and his fingers gently rolled them, causing exquisite pangs of pleasure to travel all the way south. I could feel the moisture forming in my sex. My breathing was starting to sound like an out-of-control asthmatic. I wanted him like I had never wanted anyone before. My very core was screaming for him. I tried to move to undress him.

“Be still or I’ll stop, Siobhan,” he scolded.

I had no control. He was calling all the shots and it was incredible. He paused for long enough to remove my underwear, and I expected him to undress himself, but no. He was back on top of me; I could feel the hard bulge of his erect penis pushing against me and I knew how badly he wanted me too. Over and over between kisses, he told me I was beautiful. I even felt beautiful. His mouth travelled slowly from mine, down to my nipples, pausing long enough to tease and nip them, causing more moisture and an aching empty feeling between my legs.

Fuck, he was good. I was arching my hips with hunger when I felt his mouth finally reach me. Ooh, it was a long cold drink of water in the desert. He worked my clitoris with his tongue, first slowly and gently and then, in response to my writhing, fast and firm. I felt his fingers finally penetrate my pussy and immediately felt my release as the tension he had worked up exploded like fireworks. And that was only the starter.

Finally he undressed himself. I lay on the bed, recovering and admiring. He was so lean and muscular and tanned. Sexy as hell with a stiff hard penis proudly standing to attention. Jesus, I wanted to feel that inside me, then and there. As he joined me in the bed, I rose to a sitting position and pushed him down. He protested, but it was my turn to get bossy. I wanted to taste him, all over. I started with his chest and the smells of deodorant and aftershave fought with the masculine taste, but the further down I went, the better he tasted. I too nipped his nipples, though he feebly complained, so I moved on quickly. I trailed my tongue and lips along his navel, lingering even longer than I wanted to, just to increase the anticipation. Then I kissed the engorged tip of his penis and lightly licked down the shaft. There was a small droplet of silky moisture sitting on the top. I gently smeared it over the head of his cock with my finger, savouring the velvety soft texture. I lightly rubbed the nubs just under the foreskin. I heard him gasp as I finally took him in my mouth. The scent of musk and his sex was divine. I was working his penis with my mouth and using my hand at the base of his cock to add to his pleasure. The tension was building, and if he had gotten any harder he’d have burst. Just as I was about to make him come, I felt him roughly push me away.

“No, not the first time; I want to fuck you first.”

From the moment she saw him on her first day at her new job in London, there was something about Michael which annoyed Siobhan Brennan… and something else that pulled her to this stunningly handsome man and his boldly arrogant personality. In spite of her misgivings she soon finds herself out on a date with him, and she is torn between a desire to defy him as often as possible and a deeper, more disturbing need to submit to him. It certainly doesn’t help that very embarrassing thoughts keep popping into her head uninvited: images of herself bent over, bare bottom on display, waiting for Michael to chastise her firmly.

It is not long before Siobhan, in a rash moment, actually dares Michael to spank her, only to find that he is more than up to the challenge of turning her naked backside bright red. To her horror, her sore behind only fuels the fire growing within her, and she is soon on her knees before him, blushing with shame yet needing him to take her and take her hard.

It is only afterwards that the couple must come to terms with what took place, and what it means for their relationship. Was this just a one-time event, something to be tried but never repeated, or will Siobhan find herself punished like a naughty girl again in the future? As scandalized as it makes her feel, in her heart she knows what she needs, but is Michael prepared to give it to her? And when she finds out that Michael has kept something important from her about his past and who he really is, will she be able to forgive him or will the revelation tear them apart forever?

Publisher’s Note: My Naughty Little Secret is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, graphic sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Book Spotlight - Faith by Ashe Barker #BDSM #EroticRomance

It's my absolute pleasure to have Ashe Barker over to talk about her latest release, and tell us a little about herself. 

Welcome, Ashe. And many congratulations on your new release. J

ASHE BARKER, FAITH

Hello Tara, and thank you so much for inviting me over today to chat a little about Faith, my latest release and the first with Stormy Night. It’s all been a bit of an adventure, but I’m loving every moment.

Faith goes on general release this week, and you’ll be able to grab a copy from Amazon.com

Faith is mainly set in Yorkshire in the UK, though the characters do get to do some globe-trotting. For Ewan, the hero, this is all in a day’s work – he’s a civil engineer specialising building sports stadia. He’s the go-to man whenever a major international sporting event is in the offing, and in Faith we see him regularly jetting off to Qatar to help build the venues for the 2018 FIFA World Cup.

I love to travel, and this would be a dream job for me. It is for Ewan too, he likes the freedom, and thinks nothing of jetting off to the other side of the world at a moment’s notice. That is, until he starts to get up close and personal with the lovely little widow living next door. He is rarely in the UK, but soon finds he has more and more reasons to want to stay put.

In the story Ewan spends Christmas in Qatar. He describes cruising on a dhow in Doha bay, and listening to Christmas carols. Back in the day my husband and I used to like to go on holiday for Christmas, and I recall sunbathing on a beach in Lanzarote once, listening to the strains of Once in Royal David’s City drifting from a hotel nearby. You never know where inspiration for a scene might come from.

Do please feel free to leave a comment. Where is the most unusual place you ever spent Christmas? Or where would you most like to spend it?

(Tara: Ooh ooh, can I go first? I went to Canada for one Christmas and it was absolutely amazing. Coming from a temperate climate like Ireland, it was incredible to spend Christmas in -32 degrees F. It was the first time I had ever experienced such extreme cold. And boy do the Canadians know how to decorate for Christmas - it was incredible- a real winter wonderland.) 

Here’s the blurb…

After her husband’s sudden, tragic death, Faith is left widowed after only six months of marriage. She wallows in grief until a neighbour, Ewan, reaches out to her. Although his work takes him away a great deal, Ewan slowly becomes Faith’s rock, helping her heal and encouraging her as she struggles to rebuild her life. As time passes, Faith grows more and more attracted to Ewan, but one thing holds her back: Ewan is a dom, and she is not ready to be a sub.

Though the idea of kneeling naked at Ewan’s feet excites her in a way she can’t fully understand, Faith fears that his sexual appetites would prove too much for her. But when he discovers that she has been exploring the lifestyle without his knowledge and hiding her activities from him, Ewan issues an ultimatum: either she becomes his submissive, or they go their separate ways. This is just the push Faith needs, and in the end her decision is not a difficult one.

Ewan quickly proves to be a firm, commanding lover who is more than capable of mastering her completely. He challenges Faith’s boundaries and introduces her to a level of sensuality she never dreamed she could experience, and Faith soon finds herself at peace in a way she has not felt in years. But when fate takes another turn and she learns the truth about her husband’s death, can Faith count on Ewan to be by her side as she adjusts to a new reality yet again?

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

And here’s an excerpt from Faith. The heat is starting to build between these two.

Is your kettle on?

The text from Ewan pings onto my phone at around eight o’clock on the second evening after I return home. I reply straight away.

No

Ping. Wrong answer. I’m coming up your path now.

A moment later I’m still on my way downstairs to the kitchen when the knock sounds at my door. I detour to open it, and have to give myself a stern talking to about not flinging myself into his arms. He looks delicious. Sex on legs with a tan to die for. Is it all over?

“Hi. Come in. You look great.” There. That didn’t sound too needy, did it?

“You too. Nice Christmas?”

“Yes. I was at Helen’s, in Glasgow. You?”

“Cruising on a dhow in Doha bay. Listening to Once in Royal David’s City in forty-five–degree heat is a bit disconcerting. Still, the food was excellent.”

“Is that a hint that you’re hungry?”

“Ah, Faith, how well you know me. I just got back and I have nothing in. Any chance…?”

“Pizza okay?”

His smile dazzles me. I take myself and my dampening pussy off into the kitchen to raid the freezer while Ewan makes himself at home in my lounge.

I really need to get this lust thing under control before I make a fool of myself and embarrass him. He’s my friend, my neighbour. Nothing more. And my interest in him is surely just a sign of my loneliness and sexual frustration, possibly exacerbated by my upcoming anniversary. More to the point, it’s been six months since I had sex. I need to get laid.

Ed was good in bed. Well, enthusiastic certainly. I had no complaints. We weren’t in Caroline and Ewan’s league—not that I’m especially clear on just what that meant—but we were inventive enough. I recall Ed was somewhat sheepish the first time he suggested I might like to be tied to the bed. He needn’t have been; I loved it. He never gave me any indication he might like to progress his kink further and I confess it never entered my thinking then either.

It has now.

I keep remembering Caroline’s remark all those months ago about her dom and a gag. I recall her bruises, the marks she was so pleased with, so proud of. I imagine Ewan’s hands on her, creating those weals. And lord help me, I’ve started to wonder what those hands would feel like on me.

This has to stop.

A bit more about me…

Until 2010 I was a director of a regeneration company in Leeds, in the UK, before becoming convinced there must be more to life. So I left, and at last I’ve been able to realise my dream of writing erotic romance. I’ve been writing seriously for about two years but I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember, erotic and other genres.  I love reading historical and contemporary romances in all pairings – the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.

In my own writing I draw on settings and anecdotes from my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. My stories are often set in the north of England where I live but I draw inspiration from all over. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. But ultimately my tales of love, challenge, resilience and compassion are the conjurings of my own lurid and smutty imagination.

On the rare occasions I’m not writing my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises.  And most recently a very grumpy cockatiel.  I’m a rural parish councillor, and I’m passionate about evolving rural traditions and values to suit twenty first century lifestyles.

My other titles include the ‘Black Combe’ trilogies, The Dark Side, Sure Mastery, The Hardest Word and A Richness of Swallows, all set in the atmospheric moorland of West Yorkshire or Cumbria and with a strong BDSM theme. The Three Rs is a stand-alone novel set in Berwick in the Scottish border. I’ve also written a couple of short stories, Re-Awakening, and a raunchy pirate tale, Right of Salvage, as well as a novella, Carrot and Coriander. All are available from  Amazon.co.uk  Amazon.com   Barnes and Noble  All Romance 

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.

I love to hear from readers. You can find me on my blog, and I’m on Facebook, and twitter too.

Thanks so much for coming to visit, Ashe. It strikes me that life for you in the north of England is nut unlike life for me in the west of Ireland, what with Mum's Taxi and the menagerie and the rural existence. It was lovely to get to know a little more about you and I look forward to reading Faith, the blurb is very intriguing.  

On Sale Now! My Naughty Little Secret only $2.99

Woohoo. For those of you who haven't read My Naughty Little Secret, my publisher, Stormy Night Publications is giving you an opportunity to snap up the full length novel at the bargain basement price of $2.99. But hurry! It won't be on sale forever! 

 

From the moment she saw him on her first day at her new job in London, there was something about Michael which annoyed Siobhan Brennan… and something else that pulled her to this stunningly handsome man and his boldly arrogant personality. In spite of her misgivings she soon finds herself out on a date with him, and she is torn between a desire to defy him as often as possible and a deeper, more disturbing need to submit to him. It certainly doesn’t help that very embarrassing thoughts keep popping into her head uninvited: images of herself bent over, bare bottom on display, waiting for Michael to chastise her firmly. 

It is not long before Siobhan, in a rash moment, actually dares Michael to spank her, only to find that he is more than up to the challenge of turning her naked backside bright red. To her horror, her sore behind only fuels the fire growing within her, and she is soon on her knees before him, blushing with shame yet needing him to take her and take her hard. 

It is only afterwards that the couple must come to terms with what took place, and what it means for their relationship. Was this just a one-time event, something to be tried but never repeated, or will Siobhan find herself punished like a naughty girl again in the future? As scandalized as it makes her feel, in her heart she knows what she needs, but is Michael prepared to give it to her? And when she finds out that Michael has kept something important from her about his past and who he really is, will she be able to forgive him or will the revelation tear them apart forever? 

Publisher’s Note: My Naughty Little Secret is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, graphic sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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