Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. The theme this week is sexy vampires. I haven’t written a vampire book yet, but vampires do bite and then heal the hurt with some sexy licking that drives their woman wild. What makes vampires even sexier is that they are darkly handsome, a little unruly and somewhat tortured. And they can't keep away from the woman they love no matter how hard they try. All that sums up Julian in HIS By Design. So I've chosen seven sentences from a scene with a little tortured angst that's flavored with a little delicious biting and licking...
Showing posts with label The Rancher's Woman. Show all posts
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Saturday, 30 January 2016
Tuesday, 10 November 2015
Hot in the Firehouse at Hope Junction! Wip It Up Wednesday #wipitup
Welcome to Wip It Up Wednesday. I'm sharing from my main WIP again today - the second in my spanking cowboy romance set in beautiful Hope Junction. The first in the series was my #1 Best Seller in Erotic Westerns, Tessa and Chance's story, The Rancher's Woman
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The sound of her inward breath told him she hadn’t missed his response. Her eyes widened even more and she seemed to lean in. Her lips were swollen from her teeth worrying at them. Wes leaned in to meet her, tipping up his Stetson with one finger. His hand moved out towards her as if to encircle her curvy waist and he bent his head to reach those plump, inviting lips… “Car crash, deputy! Two vehicles collided on Hope Bend. One went over the edge. A little girl’s trapped inside.”
Wes looked up sharply at the sound of his cousin, Chance’s voice. On duty as one of the team’s volunteer firefighters, he’d taken the call. Jumping guiltily apart from Janey, Wes looked quickly round the firehouse watching with pride as his team jumped into action. Janey straightened at the same time. Her attitude changed immediately, the professional in her taking over.
“Right I’ll suit up!”
Wes nodded his agreement, his commanding stare around the room quelling the objections he could sense from the men. As Janey moved out of earshot to pull on the protective gear for emergency rescue, his men surrounded him. Mike Carter, one of the older volunteers, spoke up.
“You sure she should cut her teeth on this one, deputy. It’s not gonna be pretty. Could be tough if the kid is hurt real bad. And the men need to be able to concentrate,” he added looking over meaningfully at the sight of Janey’s voluptuous backside bent over as she pulled out her equipment.
Wes gulped. She was gorgeous. What he’d do to have that amazing ass bare under his hand. Nice one, Williams. Sexually harassing the only woman on the team the moment she turns up. You owe an officer under your command better than that. Fuck. His cock jumped at the image that presented. He’d love to have this stunning woman under his command - in the bedroom that is. Or anywhere else he could make her scream as she came again and again.
Wes looked pointedly away from the inviting sight. He knew he needed to kick his own ass. He need to pull the team, including himself, back into line.
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Hope you enjoyed this little trip to Hope Junction. Time to get back to writing. Meanwhile, if you haven't read The Rancher's Woman
Tuesday, 3 November 2015
Janey Stakes Her Claim as the Sheriff's Woman in Hope Junction! - Wip It Up Wednesday #wipitup
Welcome to Wip It Up Wednesday. I'm sharing from the final draft of my WIP today A Sure Thing - the second in my western romance series set in beautiful Hope Junction in the Rockie Mountains. The first in the series was my #1 Best Seller Tessa and Chance's story, just re-released as A Done Deal
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Janey bit her lip, her eyes turning dreamy. The image of her as Wes’s woman blotted out anything else Cally had said. She took a deep breath and gazed at her own reflection longingly.
“His woman. Oh Cally, do you really think that’ll ever happen? I’ve dreamed of it for so long, but he’s never saw me that way. Didn’t even show the least bit of jealousy when I flaunted all my bad boy dates in front of him. Not that any of them measured up to him. I…I’d given up hope. Told myself to let it go once I moved to Cheyenne. But now I’m home…”
“Now you’re home, you’ll get him for sure! Soon as he sees you as a woman all that fondness will morph into love. I just know it. Just stop dreaming and start seeing. Actually see the two of you together. In your mind. Visualization it’s called.”
Janey grinned. “That right? You look that up on the internet too?”
Cally stuck out her tongue and pushed Janey, playfully. “Sure did!”
Despite her teasing, a little less than an hour later, Janey’s mind was full of Cally’s words and the images they provoked as she stood in front of the firehouse door working up the courage to go through it and meet the team. Her feelings were all a jumble. Torn. In one way she wanted to look sexy and hot in her uniform. To raise a tent in the uniform pants of the men and one man in particular. But the other part of her scoffed at that. She wanted them to see her professionally - as a respected member of the team.
Gathering her courage, she pushed through the door. At that precise moment, only one feeling and one image remained. Janey froze, her heart skipped and her breath held. Her senses filled with the tall, rangy figure of Hope Junction’s deputy sheriff. Dear God, she’d forgotten how much she longed for him. What the sight of him did to her. It was then that she decided. Then that she took Cally’s advice to heart. She looked across the room at the love of her life and saw, truly saw them together. Visualized herself as Wes Williams’ woman.
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Deputy Sheriff Williams looked up at the sound of the door, a smile of welcome on his handsome face. He was looking forward to having Janey on the team. He knew the rest of the men didn’t share his enthusiasm. Never mind the fact that she was the first woman to join them, but her reputation as the town hellion – a well-earned reputation at that – made them doubly uneasy. Wes had no such qualms. He’d worked with a few women in other departments in the territory and was impressed with their abilities. He also knew that, despite her rebellious nature, Janey Wilson was solid. He’d no doubt she’d pull out her best self while on the job.
When they were kids he’d laughed and indulged her. He admired her tomboy ways, even if he did shake his head at the leniency of parents who never tanned her cute bottom when she needed it. New Age travelers who settled in Hope Junction, her parents believed she should be allowed to express her free spirit. Never mind she might kill herself or others in the process. He never thought of treating her behavior that way himself when they were kids, but come a few years later in high school, when she started arousing a tent in his jeans, his hand started itching to exercise his right arm around her. He even figured she’d benefit from his belt a few times.
But he’d no right to discipline her. She wasn’t his and she wasn’t likely to be. It was pretty clear that she’d no interest in him - at least not like that. He knew his responsible, measured ways could never cut any slack with her when she was more interested in bad boys. So he’d convinced himself that his desire for her was just male, teen libido for anything female and focused on his fondness for her instead. It wasn’t long before he’d convinced himself that the reason he was so attached to her was because she was like a kid sister he looked out for.
She’d surprised most of the town when she’d chosen to train as an EMT in Cheyenne, but not him. He knew she had gumption and was proud that she was turning responsible. Glad that she was showing the town that there was more to her than wild ways and sassy talk. He’d swollen with pride when he read her transfer file. She’d aced training and after a year and a half working in Cheyenne, she’d earned plenty of praise from her superiors. It wasn’t all plain sailing, mind. There was mention of some insubordination and taking a few too many risks at crime scenes. He’d shrugged when he read those entries. It was hardly surprising given her nature. Still, he’d have to keep an eye out for that, he’d decided, his protective streak rising to the fore.
Only that wasn’t what was rising now. He’d looked up expecting to see her usual deceptively childlike figure across the room. She’d visited a few times from Cheyenne in the past two years and those times she still looked like a fresh faced, baby blonde teenager even though she was approaching her mid-twenties.
Except the vision across from him now didn’t remotely resemble a fresh faced teenager. The uniform gave her a professional appearance that reminded him of the skills she’d gained in her medical technician’s role, but it did nothing to hide her womanly curves. He was glad his own uniform pants were lose enough that his sudden, swollen hard-on wasn’t too obvious. But it was more than how she looked. There was an air about her that shifted their connection in a profound way. She had a stance and a stare that called to him. Almost claimed him. Janey Wilson may have ignored him for bad boys in high school, but she sure as hell seemed to be giving him the eye now.
He felt his pulse increase rapidly. It pounded in his head as she crossed the space between them. It was crazy. The room felt wired like one of those surreal movies scenes where everything slows down and sound and sight blurs. What the hell was the matter with him? She was just the little hellcat he’d known since he was fourteen. How come her swinging her hips as she walked across the firehouse was making him feel like his whole world had tilted? It wasn’t until she was standing close beside him that he remembered just how tiny she was. His endearment over her size slipped from his lips with a husky, sensual sound.
“Hey, little bit.”
Wes drew in his breath when Janey looked up at him with rounded, azure sky eyes and tremulous lips. Fuck! He wasn’t imagining it. The chemistry between them was invading the space around them. And she was feeling it as much as he was. Her breath was ragged and her breasts moved in a slow, sexy rhythm under the khaki shirt. She bit her lip turning them red before speaking in a tone as husky and sensual as his.
“Officer Wilson reporting for duty,” she paused ever so slightly, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips. “…sir.”
Wes couldn't help himself. He groaned.
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Wes couldn't help himself. He groaned.
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Thursday, 1 October 2015
Friday, 21 August 2015
Rewards after A Spanking - Chance makes good on a promise #SatSpanks Saturday Spankings
Welcome to Saturday Spankings. My teaser today is from my western romance A Done Deal. Set in the small Wyoming town of Hope Junction, A Done Deal was previously published as The Rancher's Woman. Tessa has just moved to town to start a new business and Chance is the local rancher who falls for her. After Chance takes Tessa across his knee for the first time, even though they were both aroused, he tells her the rule is no satisfaction right after a punishment. However, he promises to pleasure her some later. Later that night after some sexy dancing, he takes her down by the river to make good on his promise. When he firmly caresses her still tender bottom it is a total turn on for Tessa.
Tessa was amazed at the eroticism of the sensation. Not only did the sting and ache heighten the pleasure, but the memory of his decisive action and her feeling of helplessness across his knee combined to shoot swift spasms through her body. Tessa arched and clenched as the waves of pleasure flowed through her, bringing her to a wonderful, slow-building haze.
“Sweet Jesus, Therese Marie, your gorgeous body sings at my touch.” Chance’s voice was thick with desire and longing in her ear, “A tannin’ across my knee might not be pleasant, but it sure does bring some rewards, sweetheart.” Punctuating this with a rough clutching of her tender bottom, he slipped both hands down the back of her jeans and panties to cup her bare cheeks. Tessa moaned at the fiery pleasure of his touch, but also in protest at his abandoning of her swelling clit and pulsing mound. She soon settled down when his hands on her bare buttocks raised her to fit snugly against his throbbing erection.
Tessa doesn't feel abandoned for long as you can read in the extended extract below the links list
Blurb
"Way I see it, you and me... we're a done deal."
Chance Williams determination is more than Tessa Anderson bargains for when she moves to Hope Junction, Wyoming. Sure, she's attracted to the tall handsome rancher, but she's thinking just some romance and a bit of sexy fun. She isn't looking to fall in love. She's especially not looking to fall in love with a man who has ideas as old fashioned as Chance's. Ideas that include a protective streak a mile long. Not to mention a firm hand he's not afraid to use. And, oh yeah - a ring on her finger.
Tessa's firmly fixed on launching her new herb and seed business. The little bungalow she rents from Chance is perfect for her new venture. When an unexplained fire and strange goings on at the property start to threaten her success and maybe even her safety, Tessa has to come to terms with her wayward desires and her hesitant heart.
She might just have to accept that Chance is right about them.
They're a done deal.
Tessa's firmly fixed on launching her new herb and seed business. The little bungalow she rents from Chance is perfect for her new venture. When an unexplained fire and strange goings on at the property start to threaten her success and maybe even her safety, Tessa has to come to terms with her wayward desires and her hesitant heart.
She might just have to accept that Chance is right about them.
They're a done deal.
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Extended Extract
The owner of the bar, the actual Jolene, picked up the microphone and asked for everyone’s attention. “Howdy, folks. Hope you’re all having your usual good time here at my little place. Tonight I’ve somethin’ a little different for you. Friend of mine’s visiting from Casper and she convinced me that you good people of Hope Junction would just love Latin dancing. She and her partner are kind enough to offer us a demonstration and a quick intro lesson. Now, I’m not stupid. I know most of you men are just holdin’ your tongues on account of she’s my guest, but you keep an open mind, now.”
“Oh, salsa. I love Latin dancing and music.” Tessa looked up at Chance with a beaming glow as she began to keep time with the rhythm and move her feet in a few steps.
“Well. Lookie here. We got ourselves a little lady who knows the steps already. That right, Tessa?” Tessa stopped moving and colored as all the attention of the bar turned to her after Jolene’s observation.
“Um, yeah a little, I guess.” She looked up at Chance pleadingly, her natural shyness overtaking her.
“Hey there, Jolene. Quit picking on my girl and just get this demonstration up and runnin’.” Chance laughed good-naturedly.
“Sure thing, Chance, but I reckon you and Tessa’ll be one of the first couples up for the intro lesson.” She winked and then added to Tessa, “Get working on him, girl. If you can persuade Chance Williams to move to Latin, we can get the rest of the men up here. That right, boys?”
There were more catcalls, hoots, and grumbling from the men with laughter from the women and then the lights were dimmed. A showy couple in a bright Latin dancing outfit paraded onto the floor. They were a splendid sight blazing into the little saloon, causing a hush to fall over the room. The couple created such an exciting spectacle of color and movement that Chance found himself swaying a little. A fact he didn’t cotton on to until Tessa bumped hips with him saucily. He looked down to see her eyes alight with teasing and excitement. Guess her enjoyment of the dance was chasing away her shyness. He liked that, the way she lost her reserve and was caught up in the action of the moment.
The dance ended and there was an outburst of applause. The couple bowed showily, the man twirling the woman from side to side as they acknowledged the crowd’s praise.
The lights went up and Jolene stepped forward. “Alright then, who’s up for givin’ it a try? Tessa? Chance? What do ya say?”
Chance took in Tessa’s look mixed with pleading and challenge. Groaning, he listened to the Saturday night crowd’s hoots and hollers. Damn! He was screwed.
Once they got into the lesson, Tessa was pleased, but not surprised to learn that Chance was an excellent lead and picked up the instructions easily. Dancing with him was far more enjoyable and exciting than when she took lessons before. It was only a few simple moves, but Tessa could feel her whole body heat as he held her close in the Latin dance clinch. Every time they went from open to closed hold, the more apparent it became that he was finding the moves just as arousing as she was. By the time the lesson came to an end, Tessa was in a high state of sexual tension.
“Well, folks, hope you enjoyed that enough to sign up for lessons. If we get enough takers, Ricardo and Gena will come up from Casper a couple of times a week. We’ll have Hope Junction swayin’ to the Latin rhythm in no time. Signup’s over there.”
Tessa stood a little dazedly watching as a number of couples crowded round the signup table. Not surprising. The instructors were good. They’d cleverly demonstrated all the sexy but easy parts of the dance as a great introduction.
“What’d you say, hon? Reckon you can handle me steppin’ on your feet twice a week? Will we sign up?”
Trying to snap out of the erotic haze induced by the aftermath of the arousing dance in his arms, she nodded. “I’d love that, Chance.” Her breath came out in a breathy, husky whisper and she couldn’t help shamelessly rubbing against him.
Not missing the desire behind her movements, Chance drew her closer, murmuring in her hair. “We can sign up later. Let’s you and me take a breath of air, Therese Marie. Reckon I owe you somethin’. Got a promise to make good on.”
Tessa’s heart hammered, her stomach flipping; the desire in the look he threw her was unmistakable as he put his hand at the small of her back to usher her outside. Leading her out through the crush of the crowd, he told her in a husky, desire-laden drawl, “Let’s head to the river. It’s real pretty at night.”
Jolene’s place sat on a lot not far from the swift running water and they made their way in promise-laden silence along the path beside it. Fed by the distant mountains, its soft, rushing sound echoed through the thick of the night. The dark velvet sky was speckled with luminous points of radiance while the crescent moon cast a tender glow. Tessa bit her lip and swallowed when Chance headed for a secluded spot. Further into the trees past the initial trail, it was deserted and inviting.
Easing her against a wide-trunked tree, he pressed his aroused body sweetly into her. “Mmm, you feel so soft and hot, sweetheart.” Both his hands slid round to cup her buttocks as he asked her in soft, low growl, “How’s your bottom, hon? Still sore?”
Tessa moaned in a mix of hot passion and mortification. “Chance, how can you ask that! It’s too embarrassing. Besides, you know it must be.”
Chance chuckled. “Good. Reckon you’ll think twice before you push me again now you know how I’ll deal with your misbehavin’ streak.”
He massaged her cheeks the whole time he said this, making Tessa squirm and slowly hump brazenly against him in an unbearably hot arousal. “Don’t worry, I won’t ever push you like that again. No way am I giving you a reason to dish out another spanking!”
“That so? Guess you’re plannin’ on being real good then, ‘cause believe you me, missy, you act up and you’ll get your sweet butt roasted and I won’t be so lenient next time. Understood?”
Tessa could hardly believe that his disciplinary talk was making her nipples peak like hard little pebbles. What about her independent woman, feminist card, damn it! Tessa was too far gone to care. She pushed her buttocks into his hands, murmuring and moaning, rotating her body in frustrated need, taking a perverse pleasure in the fiery feeling in her still warm backside that was spreading between her thighs.
“Oh, God, Chance, please!”
“Please? Oh, yeah, I’m gonna please. I promised you I would. So you just lean back and let me do that.”
Chance took her chin gently in his large hand and turned her face up to his. Beginning at her hairline, he slowly trailed his lips and tongue down one side of her face to her ear. Inserting his tongue, he circled it in a wet full claiming. Tessa groaned into him. Her ears were particularly sensitive erogenous zones and his expert tasting made her knees buckle. Catching her, he supported her, slipping both hands back under her ass cheeks to lift her and fit her snugly against his hard, hot erection.
Shifting his attention to her other ear, he filled it with wet tongue and then growled into it. “See what you do to me, babe? I reckon you’re gonna drive me crazy with frustration while we’re courting. I won’t be so cruel to you. If I recall rightly, I promised you some pleasuring if you were good. I reckon you’ve been real good. You want me to pleasure you, Therese Marie?”
Tessa whimpered and moaned desperately, “God, yes, Chance. You know I do.”
Chance slipped her slowly back down to stand her on wobbly legs. Holding her steady, he eased his knee between her thighs, supporting her with his own. Sliding his hands up, he took both breasts, squeezing and fondling them exquisitely, his thumbs teasing her nipples to fullness. While his hands worked her roundness, his lips paid attention to her mouth. Taking one lip at time, he nibbled each in turn to a wet plumpness before easing his tongue slowly and sensually between them.
Meeting his tongue, Tessa eased into the kiss while squirming in delight at his caresses to her upper body. He slowly drew his mouth from her own, his lips traveling to nibble her neck, pushing aside her collar to suck at her shoulder seductively.
“Hmmm… Oh, that’s lovely, Chance,” Tessa muttered her appreciation, squirming in sensual delight at the feel of his mouth on her skin and his hands on her breasts through her soft cotton blouse and silky bra. His touch sent her aflame even through the material. God, how amazing was it going to feel when his hands were caressing her bare flesh. Tessa squirmed even more at the thought, her pelvis clenching, her clit swelling in eagerness at his sensual stroking of her womanly breasts. Shamelessly, she arched into his hands, desperate for his touch in other places as well. Chance responded to her need, trailing his hand down her belly, lingering to knead her mound forcefully with his large palm before expertly locating her clit area with his fingers through her jeans.
Tessa gasped, amazed that her nub could feel so good from his caresses through the thick material. Waves of pleasure weakened her. His other hand left her breast to cup her bottom, pulling her hard against him, the friction of his broad chest stimulating her nipples and burgeoning breasts. His hands worked their magic on her lower half while his mouth moved higher to nip and suck her neck just behind her ear. His hand on her bottom was forceful and firm, reviving the burn and throb from his vigorous chastisement. Tessa was amazed at the eroticism of the sensation. Not only did the sting and ache heighten the pleasure, but the memory of his decisive action and her feeling of helplessness across his knee combined to shoot swift spasms through her body. Tessa arched and clenched as the waves of pleasure flowed through her, bringing her to a wonderful, slow-building haze.
“Sweet Jesus, Therese Marie, your gorgeous body sings at my touch.” Chance’s voice was thick with desire and longing in her ear. “A tannin’ across my knee might not be pleasant, but it sure does bring some rewards, sweetheart.” Punctuating this with a rough clutching of her tender bottom, he slipped both hands down the back of her jeans and panties to cup her bare cheeks. Tessa moaned at the fiery pleasure of his touch, but also in protest at his abandoning of her swelling clit and pulsing mound. She soon settled down when his hands on her bare buttocks raised her to fit snugly against his throbbing erection. Rotating firmly against her, his movements brought them both erotic pleasure, as he molded her to him, easing her gently against the tree.
Through the haze of desire, Tessa became acutely aware of the scent and sounds around her. The thick aroma of the pine tree at her back, the sound of the rushing water, and the muted movements and calls of the wild creatures in the semi-wilderness just beyond. She clutched at Chance, one hand gripping his hair, the other seizing the material of his shirt at his broad shoulder. The feel of his hands on the bare flesh of her backside along with the throbbing of his hard-on against her thickly clothed clit was sweetly intense. She rotated against him rhythmically, her breath coming in gasps. “Oh, God, Chance. I’m going to come just like this. Oh, oh, oh…”
Chance matched her movements, his voice a deep, sexual sound washing over her. “I hope so, babe, that’s the plan. Let yourself go and come real nice for me.”
At his coaxing command, Tessa’s body clutched and convulsed, her body swept up in waves of long, slow, climatic pleasure. Gripping his hair and digging her nails in his shoulder, she heard her own voice moan deeply in release as her body surrendered to orgasm.
BUY A Done Deal
Saturday, 27 June 2015
P is for Punishment Sex - Day 16 of the From A to Z of Spanking Blogging Challenge #SpankA2Z
Welcome to My Day 16 of the From A to Z of Spanking Blogging Challenge #SpankA2Z
is for Punishment Sex. Predictable you say. Perhaps. Or perhaps not when it is a type of punishment that is sometimes controversial and not for everyone - be warned this is an extract of Punishment Sex from The Rancher's Woman. Don't read if it might offend.
Chance let her cry across his knee, rubbing her back. When her sobs slowed, he lifted her to stand facing the couch with a thick-voiced instruction. “Kneel on the seat. Hands on the back, eyes front, thighs spread, ass up and out.”
Tessa drew in her slowing sobs. She gulped and swallowed at the crude order. The lust in his voice was unmistakable, his intentions obvious. Now she knew why he wanted her jeans and panties below her knees, so they wouldn’t stop her from spreading her thighs wide. They still bunched around her lower legs, their humiliating presence along with her pushed-up open shirt reminding her this was punishment, not pleasure.
Chance leaned over and put one hand on either side of her on the back of the couch. He held their bodies close, barely touching. He tongued her ear, swirling full inside it wetly. The action brought a catch to her throat. He must not be too angry to grace her with the tender action he knew aroused her so.
His hands pushed back from the couch to stand upright behind her. His voice was a mixture of lust and reprimand. “How does it feel to be in this position, missy? Jeans and panties around your ankles, your bare ass severely spanked and welted, waiting to get well pounded. A punishment fucking instead of the sweet loving you had coming this afternoon. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Earning this?”
Tessa sobs deepened at his justified rebuke. “Y-yes. I… I’m ashamed. I w-wish I’d told you.”
She heard his zipper. His hands parted her bottom cheeks and she felt the wet tip of his shaft at her pussy entrance. She was dripping wet. He circled her with the tip, making her pussy weep even more for him. “Good thing you’re so wet, babe. Slippery and open for me means it won’t hurt when I pound inside.” He smacked her bottom sharply. “This is what’ll hurt. Pounding against this sore, misbehavin’ behind.”
Before she knew it, he was inside her. Hard. She grunted with the shock of his force. He thrust in full to the hilt, his hard stomach and thighs battering her bare bottom. He’d only unzipped enough to release his cock and the denim from his jeans was rough against the flesh of her punished lower cheeks and sit spots. He’d unbuttoned his shirt completely and pushed her own up to her neck. The warmth and strength of his chest felt good to her bare back, but his hard lower abs were agonizing on the curved upper swell of her spanked and leathered buttocks.
The burn his battering raised in her butt was worse than she expected. Almost as bad as the spanking and worse than the belting. Instinctively, she moved forward to escape the painful slaps on her swollen buttocks, but his arm held her curved into the hollow of his body. His other hand was on the back of the couch providing leverage while he pounded her. “Oh, no, you don’t,” he told her through breath ragged from exertion. “You’ll take this good and hard, woman. Get your butt back out and presented to me before I change my mind and decide to fuck you in it now instead of waiting until I’ve stretched you.”
She wasn’t sure if it was a serious threat, but she wasn’t prepared to risk finding out. She moved back into him and stuck her backside out as he ordered. She did risk a look at him, trying to judge his conviction, but his swift command of eyes front accompanied by a smack to her mound stopped that. His cock seemed enormous inside her, bigger and harder. He plunged into her all the way and then back out to the very tip and then over and over, hard and fast, deep inside.
He moved his fingers over her breasts, palming them, pumping them in a way that made her aware they were already engorged and heavy with desire. She cried out as he pulled on her nipples while the fingers of the hand that held her captive round her hips stroked her clit and mound. The contrast of his chastising pummeling and the raw ache it delivered along with his strokes and pumping with his large hands created a hot confusion of pain and pleasure. As he continued to work her, she groaned and rotated in a mix of distress and desire, her breath coming in aroused gasps.
Abruptly her breathing slowed as he unexpectedly slowed the pounding of his hips, working them instead in a rhythm that soon had her raising her own hips in arousal even though that increased the punishment to her buttocks. Her bottom and vaginal channels clenched and she cried out in a heated sob as she felt her body nearing climax.
Chance stopped, responding to her cry and contractions. “You want to come, Therese Marie?”
She sobbed gratefully. Not because of the offer to grant release, but because his voice had softened considerably. His question was a sensual invitation in blissful contrast to his reprimands while he punished her.
His hot breath caressed her ear. “You want to come? You tell me what I need to hear. You tell me how you’re going to behave from now on.”
Obediently, she repeated the litany over her safety that he’d made her recite earlier to the tune of his belt. “Ow! I’ll talk to you. Oh… I’ll tell you about anything that might cause me harm. I promise. Aaargh! I’ll stay safe. I promise!” She knew she’d got it right at his grunt of satisfaction.
“Damn right. You will stay safe, Therese Marie.” He pounded her harder than ever then. Only now, he made deliberate contact with her G-spot, pumping her unremittingly to ecstatic waves of pleasure. In contrast, her buttocks ached as his abs and hips made even fiercer contact. Her muscles started to contract and her heart jumped when she felt his cock respond along with her. He circled her wet, engorged clit, pressing just as he climaxed, bringing her sweet release along with him.
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Blurb
Everyone in town knows sparks of attraction have been flying between Tessa and Chance almost from the moment her nursery business brought her to beautiful Hope Junction, Wyoming. Despite his bossy ways, Tessa soon begins to realize that Chance might well be the man she’s been waiting for her whole life. Will Chance’s decision to take her in hand tear them apart or will Tessa learn to see his discipline as proof of the love they will share for the rest of their lives?
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Welcome to My Day 15 of the From A to Z of Spanking Blogging Challenge #SpankA2Z
is for One... That heart in the mouth traditional method of warning before a spanking -" You have until the count of one... " Here's a one... sample from my WIP of the next book in the Hope Junction Series following on from The Rancher's Woman. It's tentatively entitled The Sheriff's Hellion.
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This is from the WIP of The next in the Hope Junction Series. If you haven't read the first book, click it below!Janey still couldn’t believe Wes would actually follow through with his threat, but just in case, she decided to take precautions. She backed up the weathered, wooden steps to stand on the wraparound porch, putting the solid expanse of the railing reassuringly between them.“Wes, come on.”“You have until the count of three, Janey.”“If you think I’m going to fall for…”He took the steps two at a time.“…that old trick…” Janey tried to stand her ground, but couldn’t help backing away from him. “I’m not a kid to be scared by your count…“One…” He moved towards her on the porch, the railing no longer a protective barrier.“Get real!”“Two…” He walked purposely towards her retreating figure.“Seriously, Wes!“Three.” Shaking his head he told her determinedly. “Time’s up, Janey.”
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Sunday, 15 February 2015
New Valentine's Release - Cut to the Hot Stuff #eroticexcerpts #eroticromance
Out Now!
From Helen Karol, #1 Best Selling Author of The Rancher's Woman, (Hope Junction Series)
A Valentine Celebration of Sexy Romance - Including advance extracts from next in the series of Hope Junction Wes and Janey's Story!
I hope you enjoy this collection of hot extracts from my books. They can be enjoyed as stand alone snippets of sexy fun or teasers that make you want to read more. Either way there's over 56,000 words of hot stuff guaranteed to make your e-reader sizzle! If you've read my books this is a nice collection of the hot scenes at a value price. If you're new to my books check them out in this collection!
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Praise for Helen Karol's Books
Sizzle! January 2, 2015
Hot and erotic! Love Leo (and Raisa)! I need more!!!! Loves to Read reviewed Intimate Knowledge 1 Part 7 (Detective & Desires Book 1)
So Good! So Hot!! May 9, 2014 This is part 3 of a 4 part book. I was so excited to get the Part 3, I haven't been this excited about a book series EVER!! Madison T. Edwards reviewed Her Keeper 1 Part 3 (Detective & Desires Book 2) Could Not Put It Down April 26, 2014
This series just gets better and better. The Characters are so very believable. I just couldn't stop reading until the very end." Iceblossoms "Iceblossoms" reviewed Her Keeper 1 Part 3 (Detective & Desires Book 2)
Lyrical!!
What a lyrical, almost poetic book! The author writes with such feeling. In a literary world filled with gritty romances, this very adult read was a breath of fresh air. Will read more of her work. Anita L McFarlane "amazonshopper" reviewed Chances & Choices
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