Thursday, July 2, 2015

Striker - a new Detective #Spanking Romance by Patricia Green

S is for Striker. Just kidding! The Spank A to Z challenge is over, thankfully. I've invited Patricia Green here today to talk about her new detective spanking romance Striker. Here's a juicy excerpt:
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The next morning, I realized it had been a huge mistake to allow my partner to drive the police vehicle to the scene of the latest murder. She was reckless and completely unconcerned about other cars. Sure, we had our flasher in the window and the siren on, but we were in an unmarked car. People were slower to get out of the way than they would be for a marked police car. “Geez, slow the fuck down!”
She grinned at me and slewed the car on the wet road. A moment later, she was back in control, but her grin was a little false. I gripped the oh shit bar above the window and held on for dear life. Even a seat belt and air bags wouldn’t be enough if she lost control at this speed.
“God damn it, Piccolino! I said slow down!”
“Grow some balls, Striker!”
“I mean it. You’re going to kill us both. Now cut it out!”
“Or what?” she mocked. “You’re going to spank me?”
Where she’d gotten that, almost reading my mind, kind of threw me for a loop. But if a person ever deserved a spanking more than Piccolino, I couldn’t think of one.
Rain started again, pelting the windshield with big, drooling drops. She flicked the wipers on, but didn’t slow down in the least. We rounded a corner and fishtailed, but once again, she got control after a heart-stopping moment.
“You sure as hell need a spanking, you little brat.”
“Good luck with that. I know karate.”
“Not that it would do you any good.” We swerved and I saw my life flash before my eyes. “You are out of control, woman!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” The car screeched to a halt, well, almost to a halt, just as it sideswiped a parked vehicle a block away from our destination. Piccolino’s mouth opened and shut a few times, and then she squeaked, “Oops.”
“Your ass is grass, Piccolino,” I told her. “Get out of the car.” My door was pinned closed against the crunched driver’s side door of the BMW she’d hit. Silently, her face pale, Piccolino got out of the car, and I awkwardly moved across the seats and got out behind her. There were no pedestrians and few moving cars along the street, probably due to the rainy weather. That was fortunate for my partner, because it was going to be bad enough reporting this MVA to Donati. Accidents happened when pursuing criminals, but we hadn’t been in pursuit, so there was no excuse for it this time.
I straightened my fedora and stared down at her, my brows drawn together.
“I’m sorry.”
I remained silent.
“Really. I’m sorry. I should have listened to you. I’ve just never been so excited. Rolling to the scene of a homicide. I felt like I was in the big time, you know, like… I don’t know…”
“Starsky and Hutch.”
“Never mind. You crossed the line. This was no little fender-bender.” I pointed to the Beamer. “That guy’s paint job alone is going to cost a thousand bucks.”
“Do we have to say it was my fault?”
“It was your fault.”
“Well, kinda. And kinda not.”
“You want me to lie?”
“Lie? No. Just… don’t say anything about how fast I was going. If you don’t say anything, Donati will never know this was more than an unfortunate skid and crunch due to the weather.”
“I’ve had it about up to here with your attitude, Piccolino,” I told her, gesturing to the top of my head. “You deserve whatever you get from Donati.”
She bit her lower lip. “Do I deserve…maybe…a spanking?”
Jase Striker, police detective and gritty noire aficionado, doesn't want a partner on the job. When saddled with a sexy new colleague—a rookie in the Homicide division—he's at first irritable. Over time that irritation slowly morphs into a blistering passion, taking their partnership to a new, erotic level that includes a bare-bottomed spanking when needed. But he fears what mixing work with pleasure will do to his crime fighting abilities.
Rookie homicide detective, Angelica Piccolino, is tired of being treated like a kid though her diminutive size and grunge look add to that impression. But she's 26, and no stranger to the street or the bedroom. A real woman can take a spanking now and long as it's from a man she respects.

Forced to work together as a team, Striker and Piccolino investigate a heartbreaking case involving three young women, murdered and left like human garbage, except for a single white rose.  The detectives need to discover the identity of the white rose murderer fast--before another victim turns up.

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Bestselling author, Patricia Green, is a full-time fiction writer specializing in erotic romance. She provides the reader with love stories that emphasize fun characters with quirky personalities. Patricia is the author of more than 20 published novels and novellas as well as an ever-growing collection of short stories.
In her personal life, Patricia is married and the mother of twins. When she’s not being the angel of domestic harmony and a semi-crazed creator of fictional friends, she loves to read, crochet, knit and watch hockey.

You can reach Patricia Green in the following ways:
Email: pig (at) patriciagreenbooks (dot) com
Twitter: @PatriciaIGreen

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Wild For You - a Western #Spanking Romance by Mary Wehr

Nathan Holt has a reputation in Swiftwater, and not one he was proud of. If he had half a brain, he’d stay far away from there. But there was a certain blue-eyed blonde holding his heart, not to mention a half-sister that he barely knew. He had left Swiftwater to protect them from his father. That reason no longer existed.

Bonnie Blakely had been taught to be a proper lady, but inside she felt anything but proper. She longed for a man – a strong, capable man – to put her across his knee. A brief encounter with Nathan Holt had held promise, but he left Swiftwater, Kansas years ago. He had promised he’d return, but as time passed without a word, Bonnie feared her dreams of his firm hand and unconditional love would never be fulfilled.

“You are a naughty girl.” His low drawl made her toes curl. “Your pa didn’t do you any
favors by not paddling your ass when you were a little girl.” He unbuckled his belt, but left it
hanging as he moved to the wall where there were various farm implements.
Bonnie’s heart jolted with excitement. She licked her lips, her gaze tracking his every
move. “I told you Papa spoiled me.” Dampness gathered between her legs and trickled down her
inner thighs. She could smell her own arousal.
“That day you came to the jail, I swore I’d never seen a more beautiful woman in my
life.” He took a riding crop off the wall, examined it, then put it back. He moved further along
and reached for a coiled rope. “Then, when you opened your mouth and spewed such
vindictiveness toward a woman you claimed took your man, it sickened me to think such a
beauty could be so ugly. A man can’t be took if he doesn’t want to be.”
His words were harsh and unyielding. Bonnie briefly squeezed her eyes shut against the
enormous ache in her heart. When she opened them again and looked at him, his expression was
unreadable. She swallowed, nearly choking on her own saliva. Shivers of uncertainty as to why
he really invited her here crept along her arms and legs. He must think her vile and rightly so.
She never should have come here. Was it only his intent to humiliate her? Had her feelings
toward him been one-sided all along? God, she hoped not. Her shoulders sagged under his stern
scrutiny. She’d take what was coming; she deserved to be punished. She lowered her head, not
wanting to witness his fathomless stare any longer, but his finger under her chin wouldn’t allow
her the advantage.
“But, when I told you how a man could truly hurt a woman, break her until
there’s nothing left, you pleaded with me to forget your vendetta. You showed compassion and
that meant something to me.” A gentle brush of his thumb wiped away her tears.
“I, I was wrong, so wrong to come to you with such a horrid idea.” She shuddered.
“Charlotte believes things happen for a reason. If I had been the one in her shoes, I wouldn’t
have been so forgiving.”
Nathan squatted in front of her, his breath mingling with hers. “In my dreams you came
to me naked, your long blonde hair covering your breasts. I’d turn you over my knee and spank
you until your ass turned red, then I carried you to my bed. I’d get down on my knees and latch
my mouth onto your sweet pussy.” He paused. “Do my words offend you?”
Bonnie’s heartbeat ramped loudly in her ears. What he implied had to be scandalous and
downright filthy, an act no proper lady would ever allow a man to do, but she’d welcome
Nathan’s tongue anywhere on or in her body, especially that part now heavy and throbbing and
pounding with every beat of her heart.
“Oh, God, Nathan, no. Those words don’t offend me at all.”
His hand fisted in her hair and he yanked, leaving her feeling open and vulnerable.
“Would they excite you if another man said the same words? Would they arouse you like you are right now?”
“God, no,” she whispered fiercely. “I want only your hands and mouth upon me.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not. I swear.”
His nostrils flared. Bonnie swore her woman’s scent filled the barn. “Now is not the time
to think about the pleasures your ripe body surely holds. You’ve pushed me too far with your
talk about finding another man to tame you. I’m the only man for you. I’m the only man who
will punish you and by the time I’m finished, you’ll have an excruciating ride home. It’s time for
a reckoning sorely needed on your part.” He released his hold on her hair and stood up. Bonnie
licked her lips in anticipation. He stepped away and she swayed forward as if pulled by an invisible
thread connecting them together. The rasp of leather being pulled singed her ears and she winced. He
picked up the coiled rope at his feet.
“What’s the rope for?” She asked.
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I write what I love to read. Strong, stern heroes and feisty sassy women. Women who are independent and aren't afraid to speak their mind and commanding men who wouldn't change them for the world. But, if they place themselves in danger, a trip over a firm thigh is swift to follow. There will always be a spanking in my romances ;)

Reading and walking is my favorite way to pass the time. I have a weakness for animals. The furry, feathered critters make life more enjoyable.

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Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Z is for Zander-- the dominant mob enforcer from Taken and Tamed by Kallista Dane #SpankA2Z

Don’t let him humiliate you.  If he wants a show, give him one, whispered a perverse demon in her head.  You’ve been naked in front a man before.  Pretend he’s your lover and you’re trying to turn him on.  Cass straightened her shoulders.  Her hands moved to the hem of the tight shirt she wore.  Sympathy for the Devil, the song Zander had been singing along with in the car, popped into her head.  She swayed a little to the driving beat of music only she could hear as she slowly pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor.
Getting into the groove, she rocked her hips a little as she unbuttoned her slacks and let down the zipper.  She rocked harder and they slid to the floor, pooling around her ankles.  She stepped out of them and kicked them away, standing before him defiantly in only her lacy white bra, matching bikini panties and black heels.
“You’re determined to show me just what a naughty girl you are,” he growled.  “We’ll see if you’re still this proud and stubborn after your ass is on fire.”
Her eyes widened as the reality of her situation sank in.  He really did mean to spank her.  Fear kicked in, driving away any trace of arousal and flooding her mind with horrible images from the past.  Her eyes darted frantically around the room, landing on the glass wall framing endless miles of empty wilderness outside.
She backed away, hands covering her bra and panties.  “No.  No.”  Her voice broke.  “Nooo.”
“So you want me to undress you after all.”
Zander shot out of the chair.  He seized both her wrists in one hand, pinning them together while he reached around and unsnapped her bra.  He pulled it off and ran a hand over one breast, tweaking the nipple roughly between his fingers until it stood out in a tight peak.  Grabbing her by the arm, he dragged her back over to the chair.  In one swift move, he sank down and pulled her across his lap.  
Cass breathed a tiny sigh of relief when he left her panties on.  But it turned into a harsh gasp a second later when his hand descended on her bottom with no warning.  
Hot.  Raw.  Pain.  She had hardly absorbed the shock when he smacked her again.  His large hand managed to cover most of her bottom with one whack.  Frantically, she struggled to escape, writhing around and kicking her feet.  He put one brawny arm across her back, holding her in place, and whacked her again.
A blast of heat seared her backside.  Cass shrieked at the top of her lungs.
“I think you’ve been lying to me.  If you were really as naughty as you say you are, you’d know I haven’t even begun punishing you yet.”
She shuddered as his words sank in, then began struggling even harder when she felt his fingers slide beneath the elastic on her panties.  He took his time, easing them down over her bottom, running his hand arrogantly across her stinging cheeks.
“Not even a little pink yet,” he announced, leaving her panties bunched just below the fullest part of her curves.  He started smacking her again, this time alternating back and forth, first on one cheek then the other.
Cass screamed frantically.  This spanking was nothing like her innocent bedtime fantasies.  Licks of fire seared her skin every time his hand connected.  She bucked against him, then froze when she rubbed up against an unmistakable hard bulge.
Zander laughed and ground himself against her, then whacked her again.  “Now you know my dirty little secret.  Spanking your ass turns me on.”

As an author of true-crime novels, Cass Newcombe has visited supermax prisons, interviewed hit men, and explored the minds of serial killers. But none of that could have prepared her for Zander Coleman. Within moments of meeting Cass, the devastatingly handsome former mob enforcer has broken through her professional persona in a way few men ever have before, leaving her heart racing and her mind filled with images of her naked, bound, and at his mercy.

To her shock, Cass’s interview with Zander has barely ended when she suddenly becomes an unwilling participant in a prison break. After using her as a hostage to make his getaway, Zander heads for a secluded cabin deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains with Cass along for the ride. Despite his promise to release her once the search for him has died down, Cass is determined to make a run for it sooner rather than later.

But Zander is not a man to be outwitted easily, and after a failed attempt at escape she ends up thrown over his shoulder and dragged unceremoniously back to the cabin. Stripped bare and held over his lap for a long, hard spanking which leaves her sobbing and promising obedience, Cass has never felt so humiliated in her life. Yet when the punishment ends at last and Zander tosses her on a bed and takes her long and hard, Cass finds herself not only submitting willingly but actually yearning for more.

Though Zander knows it’s only a matter of time before they’re tracked down, he cannot deny that he is beginning to feel more than just a powerful lust for his sexy captive. But he has a secret he doesn’t dare share with Cass… one that could easily cost them both their lives.

Publisher’s Note: Taken and Tamed 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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        Like Scheherezade of the ancient fable, I cannot sing or dance or paint.  I have but one talent.  I am a weaver of words.  I love to tell stories of strong women and the even stronger men who suddenly show up in their lives when they expect it least and need it most.
        As a little girl I was afraid to take risks.  But when I grew up, I vowed never to let the thrills in life pass me by because of fear.  Since then, I’ve walked on the Great Wall of China, scuba dived in underwater caves, and skied a black diamond run in Vail. But the greatest risk I’ve taken is sharing my naughtiest secret fantasies in the books I write.
I’m happily married to my very own erotic Knight, the man who makes all my fantasies come true - and some I never even dreamed of.

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Sunday, June 28, 2015

Y is for Yes Doctor and Reviwers with Low expectations

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My little medical BDSM book Yes, Doctor is being featured on Dirty Book Deals this week and it reminded me how fun it was to write.  It was one of those books with a high sex to plot ratio, which made it a quick, easy book.  What I noticed is that reviewers are much nicer to you when your book is pure smut. Almost all the reviews are glowing and most of them say things like, "wow, this even had a plot".

Meanwhile, the very same reviewers shred my heartfelt book babies with claws. LOL.  It's all in the expectation, I guess.  If only I could always set their expectations low, but make a book enticing enough to buy.

For other authors, what about you-- have you ever been surprised by reviewer's reaction to a book?  I'd love to hear about it...

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Saturday, June 27, 2015

X is for eX-Girlfriend - Judging a guy by the way he deals with his Ex #SpankA2Z

The ex-girlfriend. You can't judge a guy by his ex--sometimes people don't know what they're getting into when they start a relationship. But you can judge the way he talks about her and treats her. Clear boundaries and endings are essential, but I think a guy who bad-mouths his ex excessively can be revealing his own personality flaws. After all, would you want to be talked about that way if you ever break up with him? Is he owning any responsibility for the problems in the relationship?

In Mob Mistress, mobster Bobby Manghini has a crazy ex-girlfriend. When she shows up and tries to worm her way back into his life, he has to tread very carefully in getting rid of her...

“Oh, great, you’re home!”
She stared in shock as Stacy, Bobby’s ex-girlfriend, walked toward her with a smile, carrying a half-full glass of wine. She wore a tight leather mini-skirt and even smaller top, her breasts practically spilling out of her push-up bra.
“Wh-what are you doing here?”
“Bobby asked me to come. He didn’t tell you?”
“Uh, no,” she said, inanely pulling her phone out to double check for a text.
Stacy lowered her lashes and gave her a seductive look. “Yeah, he said he wanted to try a threesome with the two of us. Maybe he wanted it to be a surprise.”
She continued to stare blankly at her cell phone, as if it would somehow decode the situation. Had that been why he arranged to meet her here so early? Not to take her to dinner, but for a threesome?
Her stomach clenched. She had no interest in a threesome. Especially not with Stacy, whose cheap floozy look and pushy personality turned her off. Maybe if Bobby were here she would feel differently. He had pushed her sexually in other ways and she had enjoyed it. But God, he should’ve talked to her about it first! And to say they were celebrating her interview and then pulling this surprise instead didn’t sit well with her.
“Mind if I put on some music?” Stacy asked.
“Um...sure. Go ahead.”
“I opened a bottle of wine,” Stacy called over her shoulder. “Bobby said we should get the party started before he gets here. Did he say what time he’s coming?”
She swallowed, trying to push down the growing sense of violation she felt. “He should be here soon,” she said weakly.
Stacy put on some dance music and cranked the volume. She danced back, pulling off her top to reveal her breasts stuffed in a bra at least two sizes too small.
“Go get some wine!” Stacy called out over the music.
She walked to the kitchen, annoyed when she saw the state of it. Stacy had obviously struggled with the cork, which lay in pieces all over the counter. She had spilled wine while pouring it, and hadn’t bothered to wipe it up. Pieces of cork floated on the top of the wine, so when she poured herself a glass, she had to fish them out.
She took a sip and headed back into the living room.
Stacy danced over to her, insinuating her body against hers in a gyration to the music. “Come on! Bobby said we should get started without him! Imagine how hot it will be for him to find us making out when he gets here!” She put her hands on the two sides of Lexi’s face and came in close for a kiss.
She worked hard to keep from pulling away. She didn’t want to offend Stacy, but she also had no interest in this threesome, especially not without Bobby here.
The door opened as Stacy pulled her lips away and Bobby came in, his brows drawing together. He smiled, but looked confused.
* * * * *
“What’s going on here?”
Lexi took a step back from Stacy, giving him the only information he needed: Stacy was up to her tricks.
“I came for that threesome we always talked about,” she trilled.
Lexi took another step back. “She said you arranged it,” she said accusingly.
He closed his eyes trying to draw the patience necessary for handling this without losing his temper. He walked over to the stereo and turned off the music. “Get out,” he said, jerking his head toward the door.

Mob Mistress
When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman.

Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man

Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package -- a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties.

Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?

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