Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Chemistry of Attraction and Why Thianna D would name her yacht "SOLD"

I'm hosting Thianna D here today to talk about her new Corbin's Bend release Chemistry of Attraction and to answer a few random questions. We'll start with the questions:

Renee Rose; You were just given a yacht. What would you name it?
Thianna D: *snicker* SOLD!
I don’t do well on the water. I went to New Zealand in 2003 and we had to take a ferry from the north to the south island and back. Ugh. Talk about sick. I spent the entire time on deck trying to not be ill. And it was their winter time so I was cold and sick. Not a fun experience.  So I would sell the yacht as fast as I could. And maybe buy myself a house in the middle of nowhere where I could relax.
Renee Rose: Are you a morning or night person?
Thianna D: I’m actually both. I wake up happy for the day, raring to go and I’m awake late into the evening. Afternoons I kind of go zombie-esque though. It’s kind of strange: the later I go to bed, the earlier I get up the next day and the earlier I go to bed, the later I get up the next day. Figure that one out. But even though I’m awake at night, I’m not a party person. Part of it is that I’m an introvert, part is I would rather be at home with a good book or cuddled with my honey. Or even better, mad, passionate sex with my honey. That one wins out at any time of the day or night.


Chemistry of Attraction
Take one hot summer. Add in an intellectual chemist and a dominant retired Marine. Once the chemistry ignites, combustion is soon to follow.
Chemistry of Attraction
By Thianna D
Goodreads link https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23257768-chemistry-of-attraction
Buy links
http://www.thiannad.com/2014/09/chemistry-of-attraction.html
Marketing copy:
Retired Marine Brandon Delt, moves to Corbin’s Bend after his recently divorced wife marries his cousin. Tired of living a non-discipline lifestyle, he fully welcomes the openness of the Corbin’s Bend spanking community. One day he hopes to meet the woman he could make his TiH. He doesn’t expect to meet her on day one.


Carodine Minor’s just in Corbin’s Bend for the summer. Just graduated with her master’s degree in chemistry, Dina isn’t sure of her next step in life. Not once has she ever considered being spanked. Logical woman that she is, when she finds herself intrigued by the idea of a hand across her derriere, she asks for a demonstration from Brandon. One demo turns into a wild night of passion neither wants to let go of.


Take one hot summer. Add in an intellectual chemist and a dominant retired Marine. Once the chemistry ignites, combustion is soon to follow.

Excerpt
“Dina?” No response. Figuring that she was in the bathroom as the sliding door to it was closed, he threw back the sheet and blanket and stood up, stretching and wincing as the familiar ache from his legs hit him. Damnit. It would be one of those days. “Dina, want some coffee?” he called out, reaching down to pick up his clothes from where he’d thrown them the evening before. Just the thought of last night sent a zing of pleasure through him and his cock woke up with a jolt. Eyeing the door again, a slow smile crossed his face. Well, if she was in the shower, he could join her. Get her to let out that little wild animal in an enclosed space and see what happened.

As he dropped his clothes in the hamper, his eyes automatically scanned his room and he froze. Once again, he looked around. Not one piece of her clothing was on the floor. “Dina?” he called louder but again there was no response. Pushing the sliding door open to the bathroom, all he saw was an empty room. He quickly walked out into the combined kitchen and living room, but again – empty.
“Fuck,” he growled low in his throat. Dina’s problem was that she thought too much, and when it came to relationships, the girl instantly jumped to the wrong conclusion. “I hope she’s better at jumping to conclusions in science,” he grumbled as he turned to get dressed. If he had to, he would hound her until she talked to him. Even if she chose to walk away then, he would know he had done everything he could. But shit. Even the thought of not spending another passionate night with her was painful. Worse than the damned arthritis.

As he strode through the great room, something caught his eye and he halted turning toward his front door. A small note was taped to it and he walked over and ripped it off. Opening it up, he read the few words and shook his head. The girl had absolutely no clue how appealing she was. It was both attractive and annoying. How could she not know?

Author Bio:
Thianna D. likes to say she’s eclectic, fun, and just a bit naughty. She writes erotica and erotic romance with both M/F and M/M main characters. No matter what she writes, all the hot scenes support the story instead of the other way around.
She’s also the creator of and acquisition editor for the Corbin’s Bend spanking romance series. Who else wants to be safe, secure, and spanked in Colorado?
Where you can find her:
Thianna’s Website - http://www.thiannad.com/
Thianna’s Blog - http://blog.thiannad.com/
Corbin’s Bend - http://www.corbinsbend.com/
Facebook Author Page - https://www.facebook.com/AuthorThiannaD
Twitter - https://twitter.com/the_weremouse
Pinterest - http://www.pinterest.com/thiannad/
Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6569172.Thianna_D_

Monday, October 27, 2014

Katy in Control by Grant Antrews


Hello Renee! 

Thanks so much for having Grant and I over to share an excerpt from Katy in Control!

I'm giving away a five dollar gift card, a custom graphic, and a copy of my newest release. The grand prize is a print copy of Katy in Control,(US only) and there are two up for grabs! Please ask your awesome visitors to stop by and sign up over at my place, Adaline Raine's Blog.

Here is the snippet. I hope you all enjoy!

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“Okay,” she said softly, “I’ve placed a spreader restraint on the floor behind you, Katherine. Please bend down and fasten it to one ankle while I fit the other, and then we will immobilize your wrists. That should make your delightful derriere the highest and most prominent part of you. You do understand that your balance might be a little precarious, but if you resist the urge to squirm you should be able to stay upright throughout the procedure. There, that’s it.”

My ankles were spread wide. My pussy was completely exposed and vulnerable. Mistress was busy, eager to fasten the wrist restraints onto me. They were on chains that could be brought upward about twelve inches from the metal crossbar, so I had to bend far forward to take the one she held out to me. Mistress fastened them carefully, then rose over me. I was bent nearly double, my backside was completely exposed, and I started trembling again. The moment was nearing!

“I’m going to begin with a hand spanking, Katherine. Once the blood comes up under the skin, we’ll move on to the lovely paddle you’ve chosen, and then I’ll release you from the restraints and trouble you to hold position while I cane you. The cane will surprise you, dear. We will build up to that. Then it will be over and we’ll go downstairs and have dinner.”

Crack! Her palm exploded against my bottom, startling me. She spanked me a lot of times, and the hurt built quickly. I was desperate, close to crying, when she stopped for a moment.

“Nicely done, Katy,” she whispered, her palm gently caressing and stroking my sore bottom. Then she brought her other hand up from in front of my legs. It was slick with oil, and she put the edge of her hand into my central groove. Oh my God! I hadn’t expected that! And she moved the hand forward and back! I stiffened, trying to resist but my core wouldn’t let me resist.

Mistress whispered as she stroked me with her left hand, and her right hand began to play up and down the center of my bottom again. “Pain and pleasure, Katy. Pain and pleasure. Relax, enjoy, experience it. That’s the girl.”

I was chained, bent, utterly helpless, but I found myself moving upon her left hand like a shadow dancer, and I felt my arousal from head to toe.

She stopped and pulled away. Getting up, she went to the dresser and I dared to look, frantic for more pleasuring, and she had the paddle.

“A splendid choice, dear!” she told me, and then she smacked that oval surface hard against the fullest part of my bottom cheek, and it stung like fury, and I almost lost my balance. Pleasure was gone, and pain obliterated everything! She worked my entire bottom, both cheeks and the central valley and especially the under portions where the buttocks intersected the tops of my thighs. It was awful, relentless, and just as I thought I would collapse, her left hand came up under me again.

“You’re doing great, Katherine. Be brave, girl.” Her hand stroked me, took me to the very edge. The paddle smacked me again. Pain and pleasure! I was frantic, tiring, hurting, and so aroused. The right hand paddled me while the left caressed me. She took me to my very limit, or so I thought, and then she knelt before me and began to remove my restraints. She helped me to stand, but there was no respite due. Her right hand was not oiled, and she used the tacky dry rubber texture to squeeze my nipple between her thumb and finger until my knees buckled. I caught myself, but then the hand went under my bottom and pushed me toward the chair. She bent me at the waist, spread my legs.

“Keep your palms flat upon the seat of the chair, Katherine.” Her tone was stern and businesslike. “If you lift a palm or break position, the stroke will be repeated with two penalty strokes. You’ll have twenty, dear. I think you will agree that it’s enough.” Her left hand was under me again, from behind this time. Her thumb was banging against my anus with each forward stroke. Pain and pleasure! She was very, very good.

She left me abruptly. Then I felt the cane tapping full across my bottom, and then she reared back and I heard it swoop through the air just a second before it cracked across me. Yes, the initial hurt was unlike anything I had ever known, but in a few seconds, a second wave seemed to emanate from the depths of the musculature of my ass, and it was unimaginable. I pushed my palms down and groaned. I couldn’t do twenty!

She touched my femininity again, found my clit and stroked it, then stood tall and aimed the second stroke. Oh noooo, but yes, it sliced into me, and it was hell. I fought to control my hands, to clear my head, to see through eyes that were overflowing. I needed a breath, any refreshment, anything to sustain me.

The third cut was lower, just above the thighs, and my knees bent but snapped back. Mistress oiled her glove and caressed me again. She made me moan. She made me forget and fantasize. She left me again, and the cane snapped across me and took my breath away.

Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain. I only moved my hands once. I took twenty horrible cuts, and I held position at the end until given permission, and then my knees gave out and I was crouched on the floor, holding my agonized ass with both hands and sobbing like a schoolgirl, and Mistress knelt beside me and put her palm against my mons and her fingertips inside me.

“You did it, Katherine. Now you know. You showed courage and stamina, and you are beautiful.” Her fingers were busy inside me now, making everything change, making it all right. The other hand went to my backside and petted me, then began to stroke up and down the valley and over my anus. I was responding, surprisingly, riding her hands, enjoying her attention. I couldn’t help it, I came and I screamed, I cried, and the pleasure overwhelmed my pain.

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Thursday, October 23, 2014

Come listen to my new narrator! The Knight's Prisoner is now out on Audiobook

My fifth audio book just released on Audible.com and it will show up on iTunes and Amazon (for Whispersync) by tomorrow.  

The Knight's Prisoner features a new narrator, the talented actor Katherine Littrell.  Go listen to the audio sample and tell me what you think!!

Free with 30-day Trial Membership to Audible

Danewyn is nothing more than a tavern wench, or so she pretends. She hides her ability to see into the unknown for fear she'll be condemned by the village priests. But when she makes a prediction about the Red Fox--the lost prince and rightful heir to Britain's throne--she's overheard by one of his knights, putting her in grave danger as a suspected spy.

Captured and carried off for questioning, she's held prisoner at the Red Fox's camp, under the guard of Sir Ferrum, an enormous and badly scarred knight. Sir Ferrum does not hesitate to punish her attempts to flee, but he also reveals a gentleness difficult to reconcile with the harsh discipline. As her feelings for him grow, Dani must decide whether to continue her plans for escape or accept her new role as Sir Ferrum's lady and Seer to the Red Fox.

Publisher's Note: The Knight's Prisoner is an erotic romance novel that includes both consensual and non-consensual spankings, anal play, exhibitionism, graphic sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Just out! Warrior (Breeder 3) by Cara Bristol

Warrior (Breeder 3) blurb

A female fighting for freedom. A male armed with determination. Can they save their people?

As a despotic Qalin marches through Parseon intent on conquering every province, Commander Marlix pledges his sister to another Alpha to protect her. Desperate to decide her own fate, Anika flees and finds refuge with the guerilla resistance movement against Qalin. Marlix’s aide Urazi hunts her down to bring her home to fulfill her duty. But when love blossoms between them, and provinces fall to Qalin, Anika and Urazi realize home has ceased to exist, and they are all that stand between the people of Parseon and the end of the world.

Warrior is the third and final book of the Breeder science fiction romance series, but it can be read as a stand-alone.

Warrior (Breeder 3) excerpt 

“If I had not killed Grogan, he would have beaten and used you.”

Urazi had witnessed Grogan striking her, so the first part came as no surprise, but how could he have known the alpha had intended to avail himself of her?

“Do you think I could not read his behavior? That I did not notice him rubbing himself against you? Do you think I am mentally deficient?” Urazi growled. “If I had not intervened, you would have joined forces against Marlix, Dak, and Ilian without knowing it.”

Anika’s face heated with guilt and shame.

“You are impulsive! Rash,” Urazi continued to rail. “You fled without concern for the consequences.”

“I knew the consequences! Marlix would have sent me to Ilian.”

Urazi looked away. “Commander Ilian would have kept you safe.”

“Maybe safety represents the greatest danger of all.”

“Your words do not make sense.”

“I wish to choose what I do. “

“Protocol makes the choice for you.”

“Protocol. Protocol. Protocol! I am sick of Protocol.” Anika stomped around, too angry to remain still.

“It is the way. Our way.”

“Our way allowed Corren, Commander Dak’s beta, to slit my throat and leave me for dead.”

Anika traced the fine scar bisecting her neck. “It allowed Qalin’s guards to hunt Tara and me, to kill Tara’s friend Ramon.”

“That is not the fault of Protocol, but of the individuals involved,” Urazi said.

Anika shook her head. “No. It creates the environment that encourages such behavior.”

“That is incor—”

“Protocol allows the male offspring of my sire to send me to whomever he wishes without concern for my desires.” Anika cut him off.

“Ilian is Alpha. He is the best possible choice for you.”

“Qalin is Alpha, too. Would he not be a best possible choice?”

“Now you speak rubbish.” Urazi turned away.

“You know I am right.”

“I know we all have our duty. In obedience, we achieve honor.”

“Easy for you to say. You are male. Your duty affords you some choices.”

“I am beta. Do you not think I wish for more?” Urazi whipped around, his gray eyes ablaze.

“But I owe my allegiance to Parseon and to my Alpha! I accept that.”

“Well, I do not!” If she had a hammer she would not be able to pound understanding into his stony male brain. He would never empathize with her position. No male could. Anika clenched her hands into fists. If she were a male, she would have punched him by now. Old and new resentments ballooned. If she could not calm herself, she would explode. She would punch him.

Anika stomped toward the forest.

“Come back here!”

She ignored him. He did not get a choice in the matter. Let him see what it was like to have one’s wishes overruled.

“Anika, I warn you....” Urazi’s voice hardened.

She faltered, responding to the command, habit and lifelong training overruling self-determination. But only if she let it. I am more than what I have been taught. Anika whirled around, folded all her fingers except for the middle one, and showed him her hand. Tara had called it flipping the coro and explained it was a very rude, dismissive gesture on Terra. It would be more satisfying if Urazi knew what it meant, but, for now, it was enough that she did. She spun around and marched toward the woods.

Author Links:

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Cara Bristol bio

Cara Bristol continues to evolve, adding new subgenres of erotic romance to her repertoire. She has written spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the genre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

National Bang Your Boss Day!

Today is National Boss's Day for those who live in the U.S.  Apparently, it's one of my favorite dynamics for D/s and discipline, because I have not one, not two but five boss-employee books. Why? The power dynamic is already set up, of course!  It makes for perfect spanky fun.

The Bossman  - Okay, this is not actually a boss-employee relationship, but how could I leave this hot mafia romance out with that title?


Pleasing The Colonel - Miss Downy takes a job as governess for the stern (and sexy) Colonel. This might be my all-time best seller to date (or in close running with The Westerfield Affair)




Yes, Doctor - Chloe works in Dr. Dreamy's OB/Gyn clinic and receives a very naughty pelvic exam...

The Professor's Girl - Lucy (aka The Sexy Scientist) works for her professor Dr. Todd as a lab assistant doing research.



Deathless Love - Dom, the owner of the nightclub No Return, hires Kate's band to play at his club. When she gets too drunk and falls off the stage, he bends her over his desk for a little bare-bottomed spanking!



The Devil of Whiskey Row - Cora works in Daddy Digg's saloon during the California Gold Rush and quickly learns he backs up his rules with a little over the knee discipline.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Naughty French maid who looks good in handcuffs... Sue Lyndon's newest offering


By Sue Lyndon

My first self-published venture, Maid to Submit, is now available on Amazon for 99 cents. Maid to Submit is a naughty Halloween-themed short story, and if you have Amazon Prime or Kindle Unlimited, you can read it for free!

Blurb:

Maid to Submit is a short story of approximately 8,000 words.

Ally's all dressed up and eager to spend Halloween night with her spanko boyfriend, Mark, but on her way out the door her roommate regretfully informs her that she saw Mark having lunch with another woman. Ally's heartbroken, but she's also angry...angry enough to hurl toilet paper through all the trees in front of Mark's house, among other naughty things. She doesn't plan on being caught red-handed, but she soon finds herself being tossed over Mark's shoulder and carried into his house. 

Mark insists they talk about whatever has Ally so upset, and if he has to hold her captive--or spank her--until she settles down enough to listen, so be it. He informs a stunned Ally that the busty blonde he had lunch with was...his mother! Now he's got his hands full with an apologetic French maid who is very much in need of correction. He's understanding that Ally has some trust issues because of her past, but he certainly won't tolerate such naughty, irresponsible behavior from the woman he loves. He informs her that she's to endure a thorough inspection followed by a hard spanking on her bare bottom, and that's just the beginning of her punishment. 

Will Mark get his errant maid to submit to an ordeal that is sure to leave her blushing? 

Note: This story contains a naughty French maid who looks good in handcuffs, a no-nonsense firefighter with a twitchy palm, bare bottom spankings galore, and other erotic scenes sure to make your e-reader sizzle. Please don't buy this book if such material offends you.

Excerpt:

She sucked in a shaky breath as desire tightened in her core, the little waves of pleasure causing her nipples to grow taut inside her bra. Her breasts felt heavier and heavier, and the aching of her pussy deepened the longer she stood there. Waiting. Just waiting. For him.

“Look at that naughty young lady standing in the corner,” Mark said, his deep voice catching her by surprise. “She’s about to become one very sorry little girl.”

How had he walked up the stairs so quietly? She yearned to turn around and peer into his dark brown eyes, but resisted. Moving out of position without permission was a big no-no. 

The heat of his body radiated against her, and the entire surface of her skin danced and came alive with the need to be touched by him. To feel his lips trailing all over her, to experience the sting of his hand as he punished her, and to endure the shameful prodding of his fingers as he inspected her.

He cupped her bottom and she gasped despite herself. She was so on edge aching for her punishment even as she dreaded it, and the throbbing of her pussy as her body reacted to the strength of his presence didn’t help matters. She wanted him to hurt her and fuck her. 

Repeatedly. No holds barred.

“Spread those legs and arch your bottom up higher, Ally.” He patted her butt and moved back, giving her space to follow his instructions. She obeyed, lifting her bottom as high in the air as possible while parting her thighs. The skirt of her maid’s dress rose up, revealing her panty-clad bottom to him. “Good girl,” he said.

He stroked her backside, and his gentle caresses left her quivering in place, her legs barely holding her up. She felt moisture slip from her pussy to soak her panties further, and her face heated knowing he’d soon discover her vast wetness. As if reading her thoughts, he began to work her panties down, taking his time as he peeled them down to rest above her knees, which were still spread wide apart.

“I can smell your arousal, Ally. I know you’re wet. Now, let’s see just how wet you are.”

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Author bio: Sue Lyndon is a multi-published author of erotic BDSM romance and spanking romances. She enjoys a good book in any genre, loves Star Trek and Battlestar Galactica, and runs on coffee and chocolate.

http://www.suelyndon.com

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

F*REE BOOK! Grave Hauntings - Halloween Anthology

FREE BOOK! Grab it now!
I am so pleased to announce a wonderful Halloween freebie for your pleasure!  My story is the opening of Loose Morals, I'm just warning you in case you've already read it (you have, haven't you?) so you won't be disappointed.  But the rest of the gang has a whole lot of tricks and treats for you!

Download today!

Grave Hauntings: Where Sexy and Sinful Meets Dark and Chilling


Just in time to send a shudder up your spine, Grave Hauntings has a mixture of scary, sexy, and downright sizzlingly HOT short stories. The talented authors in this group worked excruciatingly hard to make your evenings seem a touch creepier and the corners feel a bit darker. There’s something for everyone. From vampires and wolves, to ghosts and zombies, to death dealers – well, as far as those are concerned, you might find a friend to hide behind.

This may be a season of fun and excitement for the children as they imbibe too much sugar, but we feel the adults need a Halloween jolt as well. Come celebrate the true Halloween spirit with us.

Charity Parkerson
Suzy Ayers
The Black
Thianna D.
C.E. Black
Eric Keys
Will LaForge
Corey Harper
Darling Adams