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Be My Guest On Tuesday: K.L. Montgomery and Romance in Rehoboth

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Today my guest is KL Montgomery. On Thursday she is releasing the third of her series of body positive romances (meaning there are characters of diverse sizes and shapes, and the characters learn to love themselves just the way they are) so there’s no time like the present to start this series. The first book, Fat girl, is FREE, and The Flip is only 99 cents. They also don’t have to be read in order.

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Fresh ink on her divorce papers.
A new job on the horizon.
40 is right around the corner…

The time is ripe for reinvention, and Claire Sterling is tired of being the Fat Girl. With the help of her gay best friend, therapist, a new fitness regime and lots of wine and snark, Claire sets out to find her happily ever after.

Will she get the body and the man of her dreams, or is she forever destined to be the Fat Girl?

Fat Girl is part of the Romance in Rehoboth Series, where the ladies are strong and independent and the men are actually nice guys. These delightful romantic comedies are set against the backdrop of Rehoboth Beach, Delaware’s top vacation destination and do NOT need to be read in order.

Grab your copy for free today

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Aunt Penny’s beach house isn’t the only thing getting flipped in this hilarious romantic comedy!

Andrew and Sonnet hated each other in high school. Always rivals for the best grades and top academic honors, there was no love lost between these two nerds after graduation.

Ten years later, they’ve both been named heirs to property in Bethany Beach, Delaware, after the passing of its owner, Penelope Vaughn. Ms. Vaughn was Andrew’s Great Aunt and Sonnet’s beloved next door neighbor growing up.

The quaint beach cottage needs serious work before going on the market. Andrew and Sonnet are both willing to bury the hatchet in exchange for drills and saws, especially since they stand to make a pretty penny with the beachfront property, which will finance Drew’s dream of opening a business and Sonnet’s plan to earn her doctorate in astrophysics.

But when they face a multitude of home improvement obstacles, will these two former adversaries be able to pull off a successful flip? Or did Great Aunt Penny have something else in mind with her bequest?

Get your copy for only 99 cents

If you think what’s happening on stage is entertaining…you should see what’s happening BACKSTAGE!

A brand new show is coming to Rehoboth Beach! Jack and Claire (yes, THAT Claire) Reilly have written an original musical, and they have the perfect cast. Plus, there’s pirates. Who doesn’t love pirates?

Meric Chandler is a neurotic, introverted accountant by day, but at night he transforms into a magnetic leading man whose voice makes all the girls swoon. Just getting over a divorce, he has sworn off backstage romances. After all, that’s how he met his EX wife.

Lindy Larson prefers to stay behind the scenes, but her girlfriends convince her to audition for a new local theater production. She has a stunning voice but plans to blend in as much as possible, which isn’t easy to do when you’re the awkward plus-size girl with two left feet.

While backstage romances are to be expected, they don’t usually shut down the entire production. But you know what they say: the show must go on!

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ABOUT K.L.MONTGOMERY

A1MP2vKAXIL._UX250_.jpg K.L. Montgomery grew up in Greencastle, Indiana, and studied psychology and library science at Indiana University. After a career as a librarian, she now writes novels and wrangles three sons and four cats at her home in rural Delaware, which she shares with her husband and the aforementioned creatures. She has an undying love of Broadway musicals, the beach, the color teal, IU basketball, paisleys, and dark chocolate.

Visit K.L.’s website at www.klmontgomery.com and sign up for her newsletter. You can follow her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/GreenCastles, Twitter (@KLMontgomery8) or Instagram (k.l.montgomery)

Daily Prompt: Coffee

Rules: Feel free to join my daily prompt challenges by writing a story of 500 words or less centered around the prompt word. If you write it on your own blog, please, link back to mine. My main playground is erotica and romance but you can write your story in any genre.

Prompt word: #Coffee

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Triggers: Angst and sadness

The golden wisps of her flowing hair covered his chest when he rose from the deep slumber. She had embraced his body, with head buried in his shoulder just like in the old times when they were living together.

Back then he complained how clingy that was. So many things about her used to annoy him. How she was cuddling, like an affectionate kitten. Her naive poems she’d scribble on pieces of paper and leave in random places; in his pocket, on his bedside table, on top of the coffee machine. The chaos of scattered pastel silk dresses. How she marked his neck with pink lipstick and whispered sweet nonsense in his ear late in the night.

He never thought he’d miss her quirks.

It’s been too long since he felt her heavenly skin and creamy curves. Since he tasted these raspberry lips and sank fingers between her thighs. All he wanted in that sad, rainy morning was to capture the moment for a little longer.

She fluttered her eyelashes and looked up at him in shock. As if she couldn’t believe his body was beneath hers. His scarred arms wrapped around her naked frame. Sleepiness and confusion faded from her eyes and she lowered her gaze with guilt.

So cute. There was still something left of the naive, optimistic girl he first fell in love with.

“I… I’ll prepare some coffee. You must leave.”

He nodded and ran a finger down the raspberry of her lips. She asked him not to ravage them but he couldn’t help but sink his teeth while he’d been pounding her body the previous night.

“I wish we had more time.” His gravelly voice sounded more forlorn than he planned to.

“There’s never enough time, remember?”

Her hair used to be wavy, with sassy curls that gave her innocent face a wicked expression. When she pulled away from his embrace the long mane of gold cascaded down to her shoulder blades.

She picked up her silk robe and uttered in a defeated voice.

“I’ll wait for you in the kitchen.”

His gaze fell on the framed photograph on the bedside table.

She had already prepared two cups of steaming coffee when he finally got up, dressed to leave. They spent a long time just sipping when he noticed something.

“I thought you hated black coffee?”

He remembered the mountains of whipped cream in her mugs.

“I used to…” Blonde strands of hair covered her face. “Once we broke up I… I started drinking it like that. I missed the taste of your lips.”

He reached out to touch her hand but stopped himself. Her shoulders were shaking and she squeezed the cup harder.

Later, she walked him to the door and looked at him briefly with reddened, swimming eyes.

“I…” He leaned forward for one last taste.

“Just go. Please.” Her long fingers stroked the stubble on his chin and moved back.

He walked out the door and didn’t turn back.

Until next time.

#MidWeekTease – Act Like A Grown Woman #TheChallenge

Hey teasers, how have you been? I’m nearly at the end of writing Vol. I of that boxed set, The Challenge. I’ll most likely not finish the full story by the end of NaNoCamp but I’m on the right track. Today I’m sharing something from the midpoint in which the heroine finally gets a chance to talk to her stranger. What will happen between them and will she accept his challenge?

The cover is temporary.

He cleared his throat and I winced with even deeper shame with my behavior.

“I can deal with the Shy Librarian but I cross the line when it comes to awkward schoolgirls.”

I frowned. Who the fuck was that guy and what right did he have to make me feel like I was inspected? Did he even work here or he was just some of Kristen’s men? Why was I even talking to him instead of asking him to leave?

“You’re a grown woman, aren’t you?” His voice suddenly shifted from taunting to deadly serious. He was still speaking in the same low register but at that moment the cold, commanding notes made me go numb with shock. “Act like one. Take your hands out of your pocket. Straighten your shoulders and look at me while we’re talking. Don’t look away unless I say so.”

The devil knows why but that’s exactly what I did. I obeyed his calm orders like a good, little puppet. My cheeks were still burning with discomfort. The lust and fear were ripping me apart on the inside and yet I raised my head to meet his demanding eyes. The moment we touched each other with our gazes he gave me the first genuine smile.

“That’s more like it.” He took one step closer to me and I caught his scent, of some perfume that was probably one hundred percent pheromones. Just being so close made me wetter than before. “You’re way too pretty to slouch and hide your eyes.”

You? Pretty. I knew it, he’s blind.

The stranger smirked at my bewildered expression at his compliment.

“Don’t act so shocked and like you don’t know you’re a beautiful woman. You did your best to make yourself look like an ugly nerd, I’m impressed. I’m sorry to tell you that your efforts failed.” He paused and tilted his head. “Do you need these glasses?”

“Yes…” I uttered in confusion. “I mean, I have no vision problem, these are computer glasses as I spend all day long in front of screens and I have to protect…”

“Take them off. You can put them back on when you return to work.” He switched back to the demanding tone and made one step back.

“But…” I made one attempt at a weak protest to show I wasn’t a human doormat.

“Veronica.” The soft seduction when he said my name earlier had faded in favor of the steely dominant notes. “Now.”

I shivered in discomfort when I removed my glasses. They were my protection from far more than just the ugly computer glare. That sense of vulnerability intensified as if he had ordered me to strip in my own office while everyone outside was watching.

His voice rendered me helpless and his commands were melting me. I’d have absolutely loved it if it was happening in the private space of my bathroom or some obscure sex club but here, in my daily life? I wasn’t sure I liked it.

“So much better.” He smiled at me again and reached out, inches away from touching my hair. Instead, he circled around me. “Just as I suspected, you have gorgeous eyes. Show them more often. I wasn’t fooled about something else.”

“What could that be?” I cleared my throat and did my best to speak with more confidence.

“You’re not very good at hiding your feelings.” He leaned in to whisper that in my ear. “I could read you so well from distance and now that I’m so close you practically drown me with emotions. It must be exhausting to feel that intensely.”

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Jane Burrelli and Hidden Embers

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This week on Be My Guest On Tuesday I have a special release for you that’s been in the making for the last two years. Jane Burrelli brings to you a light fantasy epic with DD elements, involving a feisty heroine and a forbidding king.

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Hidden Embers (Book 1 Bride of Fire)

Author: Jane Burrelli

Release Date: 14/04/2018

What happens when the forbidden is fated?

Can an exiled princess rise from the ashes?

Would the flames destroy me or forge me stronger than ever…

After all, fire and ice don’t mix. Or do they?

When the gods breathed life into us, they blessed us with an element. It’s a pity they didn’t care to bless anything else.

The Empress of the Throne of Flames is assassinated. Acting as a decoy to protect the next Empress, the undervalued Princess Nymira flees to the north. She must now carry the sacred sword, the symbol of her people and rejoin the Empress.

It is a mission Mira cannot fail but first, she must traverse the Western wastelands. The journey is perilous and the once sheltered princess finds herself rescued by the Ice Lord, Zorren. The leader of the Iceari, the natural enemy to Firelanders.

Zorren is reputed to be a ruthless leader and Mira fights the attraction that blazes between them. Resulting in a clash of not only their wills but also their elements. After all, fire and ice don’t mix. Or do they?

This is book one of the new Bride of Fire series. Join the journey to a mystical world and the adventure and romance that awaits.

Publisher’s Note: This fantasy romance is intended for adults only and contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, adventure, and sensual scenes set in an apocalyptic world.

PG Teaser

I sensed him before I saw him, a powerful storm caged inside a vessel of flesh. A power that could swamp me in an instant. I was under no delusions; the strength of my element was mediocre at best not like my cousin whose flame was beginning to blossom and grow into the very beginnings of what this man possessed. A pair of feet stopped in front of me. Inanely, I realized I could see my reflection in the polished leather. A giant crouched in front of me and blocked out all light. Trying and failing miserably to appear less threatening. “They think you are dangerous,” his melodious rumble rolled over me. “But I do not.” I tugged harder. Flames popped into being at my feet and the man jumped back. Sharp pain sliced through my head, the image of the boots wavered, and hot blood seeped from my nose. I didn’t have much left to give. “Enough of that.” He didn’t raise his voice, but it gained an edge. The command pulled an invisible cord and made me raise my head. “I will not hurt you, understand?” Brilliant blue eyes locked on mine. “I will not hurt you,” he reaffirmed, the words slowly penetrating my brain. A large hand extended towards me. “Come.”

PG Teaser

Blue eyes twinkling, the Icer set the kindling on the ground and offered me his free hand as he straightened. I took it, grimacing as my side protested at the stretch. Worry furrowed his brow. “Are you hurt?” “No.” I tried to snatch my hand back, but he held on, turning me slightly. His heavy hand connected with my rump and I yelped as he dusted the snow off my backside with a little more vigor than strictly required. “Hey!” He grinned unrepentantly, and with a final, and in my opinion, wholly unnecessary swat that had me leaping forward he released me. “That is a taster if you ever feel the need to leave camp again on your own without telling anyone.” Stooping, he gathered the kindling while I stood there vigorously rubbing the injured spot and gaping like a fish. It felt like his handprint had been branded onto my buttock. “Y… you’re… you’re not serious?” I spluttered. That blond eyebrow rose a bit more.

“Very. Is this how the slaver’s caught you unawares before?” My face heated and I found something fascinating on the ground wishing it would swallow me whole. “I thought so.”

18+ It’s getting hot

“What in the Goddess’ name are you doing?” I screeched. Rearing up I found a firm hand planted in the center of my back pinning me in place. The only thing I had succeeded in doing was loosening my own trews. To my horror, his fingers curled into the waistband. I threw my hips from side to side, my attempts at evasion pitiful. “You can’t do this!” My protests went unheeded. He calmly took a firm grasp of my hips and threw his leg over mine. Panting, I found I couldn’t move, trapped like a creature in a snare. “I’m making sure I can see if I truly hurt you.” The fabric rasped over my tender skin. Shivering, my squirming bottom revealed to the elements, the chilled air bringing a moment of relief. “Trust me, it hurt.” His hand rubbed the reddened flesh, murmuring, “Your skin colors so easily.” The touch ignited a steady throb between my legs—what in Khatri’s name? The pause allowed me to gather my wits. “Do you know why you are in this position?” Khatri’s tits, he wanted to talk now! “Because you can’t abide being defied!” I hissed, struggling to concentrate on anything but calloused fingers now tracing patterns on my heated flesh. Closer and closer to the apex and I wiggled, longing for more of the same. The soft touch lingering at the sensitive crease where buttock met thigh. I shivered but it was different from the previous man who had touched me. It wasn’t revulsion, it ignited a fire that I didn’t know how to put out. “Is that what you think?” Lazily the finger drew back and forth, and my muscles jerked in response. The unexpected wallop shattered the first inklings of pleasure and sent my cheeks bouncing. The sting increasing tenfold without clothing to mute it. “Try again.”

So hot

“You are the beautiful one, I have never seen anyone with so much spirit and fire.” My heart did a little stutter unable to hide from the soft glow of his eyes. Our eyes shone with heightened emotion, but this was not anger, it was yearning. Raw, unadulterated yearning and I knew it was reflected in mine. Zorren moved with the stealth of a patient predator, giving me an opportunity to move away. I didn’t. I should have stopped him, but I wanted this. Calling myself all kinds of fool, I launched myself at him. Meeting him halfway, his lips slanting over mine. It was slow, it was gentle, and I tried to contain my disappointment but not for long. I’d underestimated the idea of slow. He built up the pressure and skill. Leaving me wanting and chasing after that elusive flicker of pleasure. Definitely underestimated it. His large hand threaded through my hair and cradled the back of my head. His other hand slipped down my back, cupped my butt and pulled me so I straddled his lap, the hot flesh of his member pressed against me. He stole my breath and my hands fisted in his hair. No longer content with being the submissive partner I daringly nipped his bottom lip. Zorren rewarded me with a sharp slap to my left buttock. Pleasure forked through me with the intensity of lightning. Rocking forward, I moaned into his mouth. It made me want him more as I ground upon his thigh. “You like that, Hellcat?” His voice rasped in my ear. My breathing labored, I whimpered softly in response and it earned me another swat on the opposite globe. I gasped at the feel of the flesh jiggling. “Use your words, Mira,” he rumbled into my hair. Snuggling closer he massaged the sting away then stopped. “Do you like that?” he asked again punctuating each word with a playful spank. My hips jerked, and everything clenched with want as I wound tighter and tighter. “Yes,” I breathed desperately.

A PG to cool you down

“You must have an escort and act in a ladylike manner at all times, you are my mate and represent me. Most importantly, you will keep that famous, impulsive Firelander temper under control and never call your fire against me.” My Firelander temper was sparking nicely at that exact moment. Somehow, I resisted shooting a jet of flame at his backside. I stared straight at him in challenge. “Or what?” “I will not hesitate to discipline you, it is my duty as your mate.” “You what!” I screeched unable to prevent it from bursting out. The rules were not so different from what I had lived under before, but this was new, and I didn’t like it one bit. As long as I didn’t draw notice my aunt had let me do as I wished. “I will put this in terms you might understand.” My eyes were on his firm lips. “You try to roast me, and I will not hesitate to heat that delectable backside as a very displeased mate.” “Ha!” I scoffed in his face, my iron-clad control malfunctioning. “I’d like to see you try.”

About Jane Burrelli

81WwQwJlZmL._SY200_.jpg When I realised that the world was not hiring for a ‘sarcastic but benign Supreme Ruler of the Universe’ I’ve decided to focus on my passion. By day I work in a UK company’s finance department and by night I become my alter ego Scribble Girl or as my good friends have affectionately dubbed me the ‘sex author’. Always armed with a notepad and pen in the black hole I call a handbag, I have been writing never ending stories since the age of 11 and this all stemmed from my love of reading.

I love reading. Period!

I’m part of the Harry Potter generation and while waiting between books would literally devour any book I could get my hands on. Let’s put it this way J.K Rowling has a lot to answer for. I adore that there is no end in sight to where your own imagination can take you and that between the pages of a book you are transported to another world.

Happy Reading!

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Daily Prompt: Midnight

Prompt word: #Midnight

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Triggers: Dub-con and dark erotica. Don’t read if you’re sensitive.

“These things will kill you.”

My cigarette trembled and some ash fell from its tip.

Outside the fog was getting thicker. I only grew aware of how cold I was once I heard his voice. I’ve been sitting on the window and chainsmoking for who knows how long after the clock struck midnight.

He was standing at the threshold and looked at me as if trying to figure out how to devour me. A smile of a carnivore twisted his features.

I was naked, except for the red cloak.

The man chuckled and stepped forward, quiet as a cat, graceful as a dancer. His hair covered half of his face and gave him ghostly appearance.

I tried to cover myself.

He was quicker. One of his strong hands wrapped around my wrist.

“Don’t bother.”

My breathing quickened and I froze in place. He pinned me to the window frame.

“W-what do you want?”

“What could I want from a naughty girl who isn’t in bed by midnight?” He ran his tongue down my lips. “Has anyone told you that you’re too delicious for your own good?”

His free hand pried the cigarette out of my fingers, tossed it on the floor and he crushed it with a boot.

I had nowhere to run, caught between the devil and the free fall from the thirteenth floor.

“Please… take what you want and leave…”

“Oh, Red.” He grinned and grabbed a lock of my hair. “It’s cute you think you can demand.”

His canines brushed against my arched neck and I groaned. He bit me harder and the groan quickly turned into a scream. Tingles went through my body when he squeezed me between the legs.

“I’ll have so much fun with you.”

He pushed me down on all fours, grabbed the red cloak and dragged me to the bed. My skin stung when he clawed his fingers across it and buried them in my hair.

“Come on.” The stranger laughed, pulled me up and tossed me on my stomach over the soft covers. “Will you deny you’re a painslut?”

“I…”

The cloak’s red ribbon wrapped around my fingers and tightened. I yelled in shock once his single metal finger made contact with my shoulder. Pain pulsated and warmed me before spreading down between my legs.

The stranger sank teeth at the soft of my neck and pulled my pussy lips apart. I soaked his fingers with how wet I was and felt tears of humiliation roll down my cheeks.

“You know you love it.” He kissed my tears with a strange affection before pulling his belt. “Be careful before you write about your midnight fantasies, Red.”

My eyes widened in shock. I only submitted that last blog post that evening.

At the stroke of midnight.

His belt’s cruel kiss on my exposed ass cheeks ripped those thoughts from my mind.

Fresh tears soaked my face.

I sobbed.

His fingers found my wetness again.

“It will be a long night, beautiful.”

Daily Prompt: Rain

Prompt word: #Rain

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As soon as I open the door, she bursts into the room, nearly knocking me over.

Her heavy, seductive body rubs against me for a short moment carrying the fragrance of rain, mud, and electricity.

I stare her down with my heavy gaze and sigh as I reach out to remove the wet curls that cover her pale face. For a moment a rush of pity when I meet her bloodshot, intense eyes and realize how pale she looks. The soaked curls are framing one of the prettiest faces I’ve kissed, making it look like the visage of a mermaid.

A deranged mermaid with lust and violence in her eyes and despair on her lips as she uttered.

“Please…”

Sending her away into the black night and the torrential rain was the last thing I wanted… and yet it had to be done.

“You need to leave…” The hardest words I’ve ever spoken.

Daily Prompt: Pearl

Daily prompt: #Pearl

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She plays with the string of pearls around her neck. Her fingers move gingerly along the little creamy spheres.

Lily squeezes them like a protection token, and averts her bright eyes of a scared little girl.

Lily… Strange name for a grown-up woman but it fits her.

Like those pearls. Not exactly white, blending different nuances between creamy and pink.

The pearls of a young, shy girl caught in the body of a mature woman.

A woman with hair of autumn leaves and porcelain skin.

To break her would be as easy as to rip her necklace.

She needs it. Lily needs someone to shatter her shell of protection.

She looks up from the purse in her lap and once again the shape and color of her eyes strike me.

Such pale blue.

Transparent.

I want to capture it.

It’s hard to believe she’s in her early forties and a mother of two.

From the moment she walked in Lily’s been blushing and looking down, avoiding the naked portraits on my walls.

Does she ever stays naked when she’s alone; does she touch those perky breasts?

Unlikely.

I doubt she ever had an orgasm.

“So when can I start painting you?” I smirk and reached out to touch her hair.

Lily trembles like a leaf when I stroke her carefully arranged tresses.

I want to enjoy unfolding her layer by layer. My fingers keep their journey up her cheek.

The bright red colors her delicate skin again and she squirms.

I’ll make sure that little pearl would scream before I was done with her.

“I’m not here for that… I… want you to stay away from my son. I know what they say about you and your… school.”

“Oh, how you sound. Like I’m the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks who’s trying to corrupt your son.” I laugh, stroke her jaw lovingly and lean forward, about to kiss her. Lilly doesn’t stop me. “He doesn’t come here against his will. He knows I’m the only artist he can learn something from.”

She tries to move but I have her in my tight, delicate grasp.

“Those parties you throw…” Her voice shakes.

“What about them?” My mouth’s so close to hers but I won’t kiss her… yet.

“They’re inappropriate… They’re nude and…”

“Your boy is nearly eighteen.” My free hand reaches for her pearls. “You believe he’s never seen a naked woman? He hasn’t touched one? If you do…” I laugh and let go of her. Lily’s breathless and unable to respond. She touches her face where my fingers left their mark.

“… then you’re even more naive than I thought. You need an education yourself. I should invite you to my parties.”

“I… I don’t believe…”

“What I believe, Lily…” I put an emphasis on her name and sat back in my armchair. “… is that soon you’ll be posing on your knees here. Naked. And those pretty pearls…”

She squeezes the necklace.

“They’ll be wrapped around your wrists.”

#MidWeekTease – Strangers In The Night

Morning, Wednesday lovers. Over the next few weeks, I’ll be sharing teasers and snippets of my new NaNo project, a boxed set of five novellas named Strangers In The Night. A straight up kinky erotica of the adventures of a socially awkward nymphomaniac and the stranger who knows what she needs. That’s a little part of Vol. I, The Challenge. The cover is temporary.

I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes to release some of the tension and fatigue. It was so difficult to stay invisible or keep my expression neutral while I was staring at him and Kristen. He didn’t look at me. He just talked to her with a casual smirk on his breathtaking face, oblivious to the chaos of hormones he had stirred in my brain.

It was next to impossible to control myself, a task no less challenging than when I tried not to play with myself at least one night a week. I leaned back against the kitchen counter and fixed my gaze on him with the same intense gaze of an addict to their favorite drug.

I was the type of girl who got along better with computers than other humans. Still, in that instant, as I observed him I had a powerful premonition about the type of man he was. His eyes effused strength on a much deeper level. Domineering, without being offensive or abusive. Commanding yet respectful. He knew what he wanted and how he wanted it.

Something told me he could be the type of man whose strength and character can match my own and top it up.

Strength? Character? Shut the fuck up, you don’t even have the strength to stop…

He was someone who could handle and tame my unnatural lust. I hardly knew him and yet I was convinced he’d not get scared or intimidated by the power of my desires, their nature and everything I have to offer. The type I’d gladly submit my body to. Someone who’d made me beg him to ravage me, drink me up and ask for more when our bodies melted into each other and our fluids mix…

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Daily Prompt: Gloves

Prompt word: #Gloves

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Trigger warnings: Consensual sadomasochism

“Wear your pearls and the opera gloves. Velvet, not leather.” Her Mistress’ voice was clipped and collected. She gave the instructions with the sensuality of a surgeon about to make their first cut.

How could someone as cold, cerebral and cynical create a world full of raw sensuality? It’s been a year since that strange woman with perceptive green gaze picked her up from the street and turned her world upside down.

Her Mistress saw every orifice of Stella’s body. She witnessed her in all positions, with different partners, suffering, cumming, crying.

On her knees.

Stretched on a cross.

Suspended in a rope.

Caught between two strong muscular men ravaging her holes.

No one made her feel so vulnerable and so ecstatic…

… and yet Stella wasn’t close to knowing who was the woman behind the enigma.

Marielle put her through her paces…

… and yet she never touched her.

She always observed with an unreadable expression. Whenever Stella stole a glance her Mistress hid her face behind the camera.

Marielle insisted to be called “ma’am”. She often frowned whenever Stella called her “Mistress” and hurried to cut her off.

“You’re not my slave, Stella. You’re an employee. There’s a difference.” Marielle told her and exhaled her cigarette smoke in that sexy way that made Stella’s knee buckle. “I always loved helping out pretty little doves.”

Stella took a bath and put on the gloves as slowly as possible. She closed her eyes and imagined that her Mistress was there, drinking in every little move. The black velvet caressed her.

When she put the pearls around her neck the longing resurfaced in her chest. Stella pictured Marielle’s beautiful fingers drawing figures on her delicate shoulder blades and grazing the skin of her spine.

Did those play session brought Marielle even a little excitement?

Stella was waiting on her knees in the studio once her Mistress made an appearance. The young girl’s slender body was still in expectation, pearly white at the backdrop of the boudoir room.

“Perfect, little one. Such a good girl.” Marielle reached out and nearly stroked Stella’s cheek. The naked girl’s eyes were swimming with unshed tears.

“Part your legs wider and straighten your spine.” Stella nearly cried when she felt Marielle’s perfume, her long black hair, the scent of cherry tobacco.

Flash.

“Perfect.”

A rare smile.

“Get up. Face the wall. X-position.”

Tears fell down her face when the first lash of the whip made contact with her skin.

The anguish didn’t stop the honey dew she’s been gathering between her thighs since she put those gloves on.

“On your knees. Show me your welts.”

“Please…” Stella broke the composition. “Touch me only once.”

Marielle’s hands froze. The mask of indifference slips when their eyes meet.

“Please… Mistress.”

An infuriating kiss on the forehead…

… and the mask returned.

“You were magnificent, little one. I… I’ll call you next week.”

Her Mistress walked away and left Stella down on her knees, weeping.

The gloves were sliding down.

Be My Guest on Tuesday: Katie Douglas and Protected by the Scotsman

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The lovely Katie Douglas was my guest last week as part of the Six Of The Best British spanking anthology. Now she’s back with her latest full-length book featuring more spanking, romance and adventure.

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Title: Protected by the Scotsman

Author: Katie Douglas

Release date: 30th March 2018

Adventure. Mayhem. Spanking. Stern Scotsman with big hand seeks intelligent and incorrigible adventuress for 1920s mayhem and fresh air. Must dislike snakes.

Blurb:

The last thing twenty-four-year-old Bobbie Huntingon-Smythe wants is to get married and settle down, so she is none too pleased when her wealthy parents send soldier-turned-bodyguard Sean McClintock to bring her home from her latest archeological expedition. To make matters worse, when Bobbie refuses to come with him willingly Sean merely takes her over his knee for a painful, embarrassing spanking and then puts her in the corner like a naughty little girl.

Despite her fury at being chastised in such a shameful manner, Bobbie cannot help being intensely aroused by the rugged, handsome Scotsman’s stern dominance. Even Sean’s belt applied to the beautiful, headstrong girl’s bare bottom proves insufficient to deter her for long, however, and soon she has snuck off on yet another risky adventure with him in hot pursuit. But when he catches her, will he end up returning her to her family or claiming her for himself?

Publisher’s Note: Protected by the Scotsman is a stand-alone novel which is the second in the Stern Scotsmen series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt:

“I say,” she began, forcing her voice to sound fine. “I’m sorry I hit you with the book.” He paused.
“And what else?” he asked.
She thought for a moment, then added, “And for calling your mother the daughter of an unwashed Visigoth.”
“And what else?” His voice was stirring something inside her, and combined with the pain from the spanking, she was struggling to concentrate.
She paused. “That’s all, isn’t it?”
“What about your elbow?”
“Oh, no, you completely deserved that.” She didn’t even hesitate in making her feelings known.
He resumed spanking her in a rapid-fire movement that left her gasping for breath and clawing at the floor of the train compartment. “All right! All right! I give!”

“And what else?” he prompted.

“And… for trying to elbow you in the trousers.” She tried to be earnest but really, she did think he had it coming. After all, he seemed to think he ought to stop her from travelling the world in search of interesting ancient sites, and that simply wasn’t reasonable. Who cared if she was a girl? She could wrangle the past as well as any man. She didn’t need protecting.

“I’m not convinced you’ve learned your lesson. Stand beside the window and hold your skirt up,” he told her.

Bobbie stared at him. “Are you serious?”
“I never joke about such things. You’d do well to remember that. Now do as you’re told.” She shook her head adamantly. “I shan’t expose myself for your merriment. I thought you were here to protect me. Nobody else on this train is trying to make me do anything untoward, so if you truly want to keep me safe, leave my compartment before I throw you out!” she retorted hotly.

“I won’t do anything. Yet. But you’re going to do it,” he told her.
She shook her head again. “Why would I?”
“Because I dare you to.” His eyes flashed as he spoke. Bobbie’s face grew hot as she realized she was cornered. He’d got her number good and proper. She pursed her lips so hard that she was quickly making a face like she’d been sucking a lemon. Bobbie trudged to the corner with an air of dejection, then lifted her skirt up.

“That was jolly unsporting of you, to dare me to do it,” she told him.

“I had a theory that you were the sort of girl who would do anything for a dare,” he explained. “And it seems that I was right.”

She looked over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes. “You’re looking,” she accused.

“I never said I wouldn’t admire the view.” He had a strange expression on his face, and Bobbie almost thought he was amused and trying to hide it, but what on earth was funny about spanking someone and making them stand in a corner like this?