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We're down to the wire on our Hero Undercover box set.  We want to make the USA Today Bestseller list for our Blushing Authors!  You can help and be eligible to win great prizes at the same time!   How?   Beginning at 1 P.M. Eastern Time on July 1, and ending at 1 A.M. on July 3rd, EVERY HOUR Blushing Books is giving away two great prizes.   Yup.  Every hour, two winners, thirty-six prizes in all.  We'll be listing winners (first name and state only) on our Facebook page and tweeting out the winners!   All you have to do is buy a copy of Hero Undercover for 99 cents.   Each hour we're giving away one $25.00 gift certificate to Amazon and one ONE YEAR membership ($120 value) to Bethany's Woodshed.   And yes, all you have to do is buy a copy of Hero Undercover for 99 cents.   This collection features an amazing group of authors, including Annabel Joseph, Addison Cain, Renee Rose, Maggie Ryan, Maddie Taylor, Emily Tilton, Trent Evans, Jennifer Bene, Jane Henry, Sophie Kisker, Megan Michaels, Katherine Deane, Maggie Carpenter, Maisy Archer, Alyssa Bailey, Claire Conrad, Stevie MacFarlane, Piper Stone, Anya Summers, Lucy Wild, BJ Wane, A.C. Rose, April Hill, Amelia Smarts, and Meredith O'Reilly.   So - buy a copy of Hero Undercover using one of the links below.   Take a screen shot of your receipt, and send it to us by using this form Furthermore, anyone who buys the book on two sites is also eligible to win an Apple iPad   So click through to Blushing Books blog for information on how to enter to win an iPad.     Win!  - Help your favorite Blushing authors! Win! - Win a $25.00 Gift Certificate or a Bethany's Woodshed membership. Win! - Contribute .99 to two very worthwhile charities!   *** Don't delay...this promotion/sale ends at ONE A.M. on July 3rd! ***   After July 2nd, this collection will only be available at Amazon but not at this ridiculously low price!   Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Apple iBooks

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Everyone likes winning, right?  And what's better than a "win?" A WIN-WIN! And what's better than that? WIN-WIN-WIN! Right now, Blushing Books is offering an amazing box set of 25 novellas entitled "Hero Undercover."   This collection features an amazing group of authors, including Annabel Joseph, Addison Cain, Renee Rose, Maggie Ryan, Maddie Taylor, Emily Tilton, Trent Evans, Jennifer Bene, Jane Henry, Sophie Kisker, Megan Michaels, Katherine Deane, Maggie Carpenter, Maisy Archer, Alyssa Bailey, Claire Conrad, Stevie MacFarlane, Piper Stone, Anya Summers, Lucy Wild, BJ Wane, A.C. Rose, April Hill, Amelia Smarts, and Meredith O'Reilly.  
And how is it a win for YOU?  
First, the entire collection is right now (until Sunday, July 3rd) ONLY 99cents.  Why so low?  Because your favorite Blushing authors are trying hard to become USA Today and New York Times bestsellers, and by offering this great promotional price we have a chance of selling enough books to achieve that goal.  So it's a win for you, the reader, because you get enough material to have twenty-five great bedtime reads for just 99 cents.How is it a win-win?
Because Blushing is donating all publisher profits (and most of the authors are doing the same) to a worthwhile charity.   
And how is it a win-win-win?
Because anyone that buys that book on TWO of the three sites (and provides us with proof of purchase) will be entered for a drawing for an Apple iPad.   
So click through to Blushing Books blog for information on how to enter to win an iPad.
 Win!  - Help your favorite Blushing authors!Win! - Win an iPad mini!Win! - Contribute .99 to two very worthwhile charities!
*** Don't delay...this promotion/sale ends at MIDNIGHT Sunday July 2nd! ***
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Jasmine Stewart (Jazz to her friends) falls for the blond stranger who spanks and seduces her at a Washington soiree. Later, when she discovers her flatmate is trying to draw her into a spy ring, she goes to the authorities. The ensuing publicity costs her her job, her security, and her future. Starting over in Westhorpe Ridge is her only option.
Sean Mathews, former SEAL and Westhorpe Ridge’s sheriff, can’t forget the woman he spanked when he visited Washington, but he thinks she’s a spy. When she turns up in Westhorpe Ridge, he tries everything to make her leave town. Despite their misunderstandings, though, they can’t keep their hands off each other.
As New Year’s Eve looms, the spy ring resurfaces. Jazz will need all of Sean’s SEAL prowess to survive. But because his wounded leg cost him his speed in the water, will it be enough?

About Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Series
Westhopre Ridge is a small, North Carolina Town with a big heart. Each story is a stand-alone romance but there are recurring themes and characters. The series features former military men come home to build a new career and the women strong enough to love them. 

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Ponytail and the minion returned, each dragging Jazz by one arm. They’d stripped to her underwear, bound her arms behind her back, and gagged her.
Sean’s heart stuttered and his stomach churned. A tornado of rage swirled inside him, but he needed to get the woman he loved back on dry land. Afterward, if the opportunity arose, her captors would die long, slow deaths at his hands. Playing his role, he gave her a lecherous stare and forced a grin. “Silence is sweet. I always said she had a big mouth.”
The look Jazz gave him should have curdled his blood. The men holding her arms laughed, and Ponytail squeezed her breast before they thrust her onto the floor by Sean’s feet. “Enjoy her. Maybe later, you’ll give me a turn with her.”
Maybe later Sean would peel their flesh from his bones, one layer at a time. For now, he shrugged. “Why not? I need to cool her hot temper first. Are we underway yet? I’ll take her on deck, and she can shiver as she takes her last ever look at dry land.”
Jazz paled behind the gag. Her eyes widened, and she looked like she wanted to weep.
Sean hated the defeated look in her eyes, but he needed to stay in character.
When he dragged her upright, she kicked his shin.
He took her chin in his and forced her to look at him. “Sweetheart, you really shouldn’t have done that. Once I get you alone, I’m going to have to punish you.”
Brains took a sip of his whiskey. “Why wait? We’ll all enjoy watching you spank her right here, right now.”
Sean felt sick. He didn’t want to abuse Jazz, but he needed to stay in his character and pretend he enjoyed it. He forced a grin and dragged Jazz over his knee. The other men moved closer, eager to watch him chastise their captive.
She wriggled and squirmed as though his lap was red hot. Sean brought his hand down hard on her ass, spreading the pain as he spanked her ten times. Bound, gagged, and almost naked, she withed against him. Normally, if she ran her cunt over his cock, he’d get the boner from hell. This time, he just wanted this over and done. Finally, spanking complete, he shoved her off his knee like a bundle of rags. She glowered up at him from the floor. “We’ll play again later, sweetheart.”

Bound By TwoVirginia Bluebloods Christmas Novella, Book 5 by BJ Wane
After overhearing her husband and doctor plotting against her, Danielle Morrison flees her home in West Virginia. A few weeks later, after finding a place to lay low for a while in Richmond, she ends up stranded in an unfamiliar parking lot one night. Two caring, protective and dominant men come to her rescue then offer her a glimpse into a lifestyle she never imagined would be for her. Soon she can’t resist either man or the sexual exploration they offered her, but will her secrets jeopardize her new relationships as well as her freedom?
Dale Evans and Eli Jackson have been best friends since serving in the military together after discovering they both had a penchant for BDSM and a love of ménage in common. Neither can resist the pull of Dani’s vulnerability, fear and open curiosity about their lifestyle, but their every effort to learn more about her over the next weeks is met with unbending resistance. After learning part of what she was keeping from them, they back away from her in anger and disappointment only to return too late. Will their mistake cost Dani everything, or will they come to her rescue in time to save her from her husband’s threats?
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, elements of BDSM, power exchange and explicit sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

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Dani came out of the bathroom stall and cast a furtive look around, as if someone might know what she hid under her skirt.  On her way home from lunch, she stopped at a small boutique, wanting to fit in more with her attire at the club than the blouse she wore with her only skirt.  The satin red camisole hugged her braless breasts and waist, delineating every curve, every dip, every bump on her areola’s.  Dipped low in the front, her abundant cleavage threatened to push right out, the open lace weave trimming the edge giving just a peek of nipple.  But it wasn’t the sexy top or the way it made her feel that kept her stalling in indecision before seeking out Dale and Eli in the playroom.  She still couldn’t believe she’d succumbed to the temptation to attach the temporary, red bow tattoo she also picked up at the boutique right above her now bare mound.  Where this naughty, slutty side of her had been lurking all these years, she had no idea.  Maybe it took having everything she held dear stripped from her in the most conniving, cruelest way and living on the lam to draw it out of her, or maybe it was as simple as meeting two men who knew the right buttons to push and whose piercing gazes could turn her to mush.  Right now, she didn’t have time to study or question her uncharacteristic behavior further.  The guys weren’t happy with her, at least Eli hadn’t been when she attended his class on Wednesday and afterwards refused his offer to pick her up tonight.  She cringed when she thought of either of them seeing where she lived, how destitute and pathetic her circumstances appeared to be.  But more than that, she didn’t want to risk adding to their curiosity about her personal life, especially when she was so close to seeking advice and help.  Until she talked to Dec and found out her options, and her chances of turning the tables on Trevor and Miles, she couldn’t bring herself to throw a wrench into what might be her last night with them.Running shaky hands down her sides, she inhaled a deep, fortifying breath and left the restroom.  With each step she took toward the door entering the playroom, her excitement increased right along with the jitters tickling her stomach.  She knew her bare flesh and sexy tattoo most likely titillated her more than it would them seeing as they were used to women parading around sans pubic hair.  Surprising them would be enough for her, but could she really let them strip her tonight in front of all those people?

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Be sure to check out the other titles in the Virginia Blueblood series while they’re on sale!Blindsided, Book 1 ($0.99)  https://www.amazon.com/Blindsided-Virginia-Bluebloods-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01E1PP5HW/ref=asaBind Me To You, Book 2  ($2.99) https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01ENS8BS2/ref=series_rw_dp_swSurrender To Me, Book 3  ($2.99)  https://www.amazon.com/Surrender-Me-Virginia-Bluebloods-Book-ebook/dp/B01FYLGSA0/ref=pd_sim_351_1?_encoding=UTF8&psc=1&refRID=0QY319H0MW1EAXNEGNYMBlackmailed, Book 4 ($2.99)  https://www.amazon.com/Blackmailed-Virginia-Bluebloods-Book-4-ebook/dp/B01IFSDR08/ref=pd_sim_351_2?_encoding=UTF8&psc=1&refRID=MQ6TNTYJQG5K0R5D75B3
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Logan by BJ Wane

Murder On Magnolia Island Book One

 

She's the girl next door he's always protected. He's the man she's always wanted. Will the threat of a killer finally get them on the same page?

 

Logan Lemaster drew Melanie Barnes under his protective wing the moment he rescued her from a fall off her bike. She was six and he thirteen, and his over-protectiveness never abated over the next twenty years. When a good friend ends up murdered on the family’s private island following one of Logan’s BDSM weekend parties, Melanie insists on being there to comfort him. Only, he hadn’t counted on the grown woman’s tenacious determination to worm her way past his defenses and into his bed. He has spent the past eight years – since Melanie reached adulthood and made her interest in expanding on their friendship known – refusing to jeopardize their special bond by introducing her to his kinky preferences. But he is only human, and when her grief over an assault on a co-worker leads him to comfort her, his good intentions fall to the wayside under her responsive body.

 

As he and his cousins plan to hold another BDSM party to feel out their friends for hints about which one betrayed them in the worst way, Logan tutors Melanie in his sexual preferences so she can join him. But as they grow closer, so does the killer, and when her life is threatened, Logan knows he will stop at nothing to protect her and make her his in every way.

 

Publisher’s Note: This murder mystery romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange and BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

 

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Theirs : Found and Claimed By Ashe Barker


When they board a derelict spacecraft in search of valuable scrap metal, the last thing Luca and Sylvan expect is to stumble upon a beautiful, naked woman in need of medical assistance. Despite her protests, they bring her back to their ship, treat her illness, and take it upon themselves to look after her.
After she contracted the virus that wiped out her people and killed everyone else on her ship, Llianna didn’t expect to survive, and she is shocked when she awakens from a comatose state with two men standing over her. Once she regains her health, however, she is horrified to realize that she is about to enter her fertile period, a uniquely vulnerable time for females of her species.
Knowing that she will end up begging Luca and Sylvan to take her in any way they please if she doesn’t act quickly, she flees in her partially-repaired ship, only to be caught, stripped bare, and spanked soundly. The stern punishment leaves her desire burning even more fiercely, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as her handsome rescuers claim her hard and thoroughly.
Though Luca and Sylvan make it clear that she is free to go once her ship is finally fully operational again, Llianna finds herself yearning to belong to them completely, and as she learns to submit to their firm, loving dominance, her passion for them grows more intense with each passing day. But when she discovers that she is not the last of her kind after all, will she leave the men she loves to live amongst her own people?
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Extinct.Not quite. Not yet, though as near as really makes no difference.I gaze at the screen, my thoughts baleful as I take in that final, damning word, that crushing indictment of all that means anything to me.Fyorli - home world, dematerialisedFyorlian - population extinct.They are wrong, those who take it upon themselves to decide on these matters, those who record such rubbish. Of course the Fyorlians are not extinct. I am still here, the living proof of their error, their arrogance. What do they know anyway, these nameless, faceless omniscient beings?The characters flash before my eyes, the dark grey in sharp contrast to the pale background, the blinking lights innocuous individually yet the huge import of their collective weight crushes me. It’s not the first time I’ve viewed this screen, but I daresay this will be the last. We are not extinct, but I am all that remains of my race, the final, sole surviving Fyorlian in this galaxy, in all known galaxies. And I am dying.My head aches, my eyes feel ready to explode. Every limb is like lead, my breath coming in short, desperate spurts as I struggle to hang on to the few agonising minutes that remain to me. I have no notion why I bother; what possible difference could it make? Yet I do it, some powerful, primeval instinct drives me toward survival, however slender the hope, however meaningless my continued existence. Even now, after all that has happened, after all that has befallen my species, I find myself unwilling to finally abandon the fight and bow to the inevitable.Soon, perhaps, but not yet. I still have work to do, a mission to complete. The scientist within me refuses to depart this fragile existence and leave no trace, no clue that we were ever here. Others will come, eventually they will come and we shall be discovered. They will not be Fyorlian, I know that, but they will be some species with the capability to travel the galaxies and reach the furthest extremes for that is where I shall be found. I want them to know me, to understand my work, to appreciate the knowledge I and my people leave behind.I manage to get to my feet and cling to the metallic walls of my control capsule as I inch toward the anti-gravity lift, which will convey me down to the laboratory on the deck below. My breath comes in short, painful gasps as I emerge from the conveyance and stagger to my workbench where my samples and artefacts are laid out before me. I cannot resist casting an admiring, wondering gaze over them, the items collected and catalogued over the course of a mission lasting over a dozen decades. These fragments of metal have been scorched and frozen countless times over, weathered by eons of atomic storms, meteor showers, and heliotropic decay, yet each artefact still bears the signatures that denote their origins. These are pieces of history, the remnants of past worlds such as mine, lost civilisations, peoples long gone but remembered for all eternity because of the work I do. My efforts and those of others such as I will ensure that those who walked upon alien worlds before us are remembered and understood. They are our roots, the source from which we all sprang. They cannot be lost again.I record a brief message and encode it in a sub-photonic pulse. Then I embed translations into all known languages. I tell of my mission, of where our data and findings are to be found, the records meticulously kept and stored. I report also on the other members of my team who succumbed before I did to this virulent virus that now paralyses my lungs and cripples my limbs. By now it has become difficult to move, to even think, let alone construct a coherent account of our work and our eventual fate. But I do it because I must, because there is no one else.I glance across the laboratory to the series of cryo-cubicles ranged at the far end. There are eight in total, seven occupied, one remaining empty. That will be mine, or would have been had I not been the last. I activated all the others, one by one, as my colleagues fell victim to this illness. We could not be certain but we assume the contagion was present in decayed carbon matter we discovered in a mass tomb on the second moon orbiting the world of Acerbus. That was over five helio-cycles ago but the incubation period was extended and by the time we detected the infection it was too late to prevent it spreading through our small colony. For several lunar cycles I believed I had escaped, that somehow I had developed an immunity, but seemingly not. It just took longer with me but the end will be the same.I finish my message and seal it, then activate the send command. A rapid series of blinking lights indicate success and at last I allow my head to drop onto the workbench. It is done. I am finished.Had there been someone else remaining who could have sealed me into my cryo-cubicle I would have made my way over there to join my colleagues, but there is no point. Instead, I shall die with dignity, and in comfort, on my bed. I force my protesting limbs back into action and return to the anti-gravity elevator.This time I travel upwards, through nine decks, to the accommodation sector. There I make for the commander’s quarters, the best on this craft, which I appropriated for myself when the previous incumbent expired. She had no further use for the luxurious circular holo-mattress but I have loved the sensation of floating it creates and it is here I shall remain now, quite possibly for the rest of eternity.I drag myself across the outer chamber and into the inner sleeping sanctuary. It requires the last of my remaining strength to reach the bed and clamber up onto it but I am determined so I manage it. I sink in, face down, suspended within the cocoon of invisible forces that support my weight as I close my eyes for the final time.I listen to my own laboured breathing, the slow, thready thump of my heart, and the muted, inexorable hum of the ship’s photonic engines as they drift on, carrying my work onward into a future that will not include me. I have done all I can; it is in the hands of others now.



AboutAshe BarkerUSA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.
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7.     If you had to describe yourself using three words, it would be… Resilient. Creative. Calm.
8.     What would you do if you were the last person on this earth? Turn out the lights.
9.     If you were to write a book about yourself, what would you name it? I think at some level or other they are all a little bit about me. I could never write a book about a heroine I didn’t actually like or identify with in some way. Maybe I’d call my autobiography Made a Difference, because I hope that would be true. Perhaps that should be on my gravestone rather than a book cover, come the day.
10.  What's your favorite love story? (movie or book) I adore Love Actually and I can’t count how many times I’ve seen that movie. It has lots of love stories all rolled up and woven into each other, but I think perhaps my favourite is the one featuring Hugh Grant.I also remember reading Katherine by Anya Seton many years ago, and I’ve never forgotten the magic that shimmers between Katherine and her hero, John of Gaunt. Their lifetime love affair is set against the dramatic backdrop of medieval England, a period I also like to write about.

 More Rules for Cheri By Markie Morelli   Cheryl Reynolds may have just made the biggest mistake of her life. How could she have known that mere days after agreeing to take their age-play relationship to another level, one that would require her to give up her job and submit to her dominant husband on a full-time basis, she would be offered the opportunity of a lifetime?   How many dreams-come-true moments could one woman get? Her lackluster marriage to Judge Michael Reynolds was nearly on the rocks when he insisted on some changes. That was three years ago, and since then, she'd been gloriously happy. She adored being his little girl; loved, pampered and subjected to more delightful sexual experiences than she'd ever imagined. It was with a full heart and high hopes that she agreed to make it permanent. His brand of loving dominance was indeed a dream come true as far as she was concerned.   But that was before another one of her dreams was dangled in front of her nose like a carrot. After closing the biggest deal in the history of Waters Advertising, Cheryl is offered the VP position. It was something she'd only wistfully fantasized about during her years at the company. Now it's a real opportunity, complete with the luxurious corner office, company car, expense account and a huge raise. It's what she worked for, prayed for - and to finally have her work recognized would be a huge slap in the face to those schmucks who for years have treated her like a blonde bimbo. Oh, it is almost too much to resist!   Michael will never agree. It would mean longer hours, traveling, and a frazzled, irritable wife coming through the door each night. Their marriage would return to the boring place they were in three years ago - and that is only if he doesn't divorce her. Can she do it? Can she turn down an offer that is oh so tempting? Could she risk her marriage to the man who's already rescued her once from her own controlling, driven nature and shown her how to be his precious wife, his loving babygirl? Will she give up sweet submission for power?       Cheri's New Rules By Markie Morelli is on #SALE #NOW ON SALE TO CELEBRATE THE RELEASE OF BOOK 2  ~ $2.99 UNTIL APRIL 17, 2017 ~   Every marriage has its ups and downs and for twenty years, Judge Michael Reynolds has been reminding himself of that fact. His wife, Chéri, is the epitome of the perfect suburban wife. Chéri works for an advertising agency, raises their twin sons, and micromanages them all to within an inch of their lives. It's working, he reassures himself. It's not working well, but it's working. He keeps his nose to the grindstone and stays out of her way as best he can, avoiding confrontations and acting as a buffer between her and the boys. Even now he isn't sure if he is having a mid-life crisis or it has something to do with the boys going off to college - but one day he's had enough, more than enough! It's time for some new rules, and for the first time in a very long marriage, he feels capable of enforcing them. Michael tries not to present them as an ultimatum, but Chéri knows what they are just the same. Her husband is tired of her domineering, controlling ways. While he readily accepts his part of the blame for what their marriage has become, he is not willing to continue with the status quo. What he wants shocks her to the core. At the same time, there is a certain aspect of his idea that appeals to her in a way she never would have suspected. You see, Michael wants to take over. He wants to be the one in charge of their household and especially of her, as he's convinced it will improve their love life as well as their marriage. He wants to try age-play. They will start slowly, he assures her. On the weekends he will become her daddy. She will leave her troubles and adult responsibilities at the door when she walks in the house on Friday evening. From then on, it is his turn to take care of her. He will provide for all her needs, love and care for her, and discipline her when the need arises. In return for her obedience, she will be pampered and sexually satisfied in ways only he is aware of. For sure it is a leap of faith, but Chéri takes it, and finds far more than she bargained for as this forty-something couple learns you can teach an old dog new rules.        

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He was too old for her, and she was too much of a spoiled little rich girl for him.

Jenny is the typical rich-kid, sorority girl. Getting good grades isn’t high on her priority list. In fact, that sits well below getting into the secret faction of her sorority. To do that she must pull off a daring bit of mischief. Cal Bennett is the town sheriff. He’s a relatively young, no-nonsense, kind of guy – with a heart of gold. He is the moral center of this small town in North Carolina. But when his and Jenny’s paths cross unexpectedly, things get complicated and he questions his morals and his heart. His plan to save Jenny from herself by enforcing strict discipline seems like a sound one.  To both of them. At first. He enacts a touch of martial law and Jenny agrees to learn more than English Lit. Cooking, cleaning, and laundry are but a few of her new subjects. Along with time-management, telling the truth and doing homework. Breaking any one in this new set of rules will result in a sound spanking. It all sounds simple enough when she signs on the dotted line of the contract between her and her sheriff. But, life is messy and she is faced with one tough decision after another. She’s a college student! Shouldn’t life be easier than this? Less complicated? But she is pulled in two directions: her moral, upstanding sheriff leads her down one path, and a cute frat boy leads her down another. In one direction lies maturity, and a future. In the other, the simplicity of being a rich kid in college where Mommy and Daddy pay for everything. Now she must choose: Will she continue to let her parents pay for it all, or will she learn to pay the price for her own actions?

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Jenny stared into Cal’s eyes. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen and she realized all her fantasies were about to come true. “There really is an ‘us’? This isn’t part of my daydream?”“Jen there’s no way you want this as much as I do.” Cal scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. He sat her on her feet and she stood still and he pulled off her tee shirt.Damn, Cal thought to himself, matching bra and thong, I’m back to my teenage fantasies. Turing her around he unhooked her bra and turned her back to him. He pulled the straps down her arms until her breasts were free. They were incredible and his mouth was drawn to them. He felt the nipple harden in his mouth as he sucked gently and her abdomen tensed as he reached for the other.“Cal, Cal…” Jenny repeated softly.Cal lay her back onto the bed and slid her thong down her long legs, hungrily taking in the sights he’d been longing to see, to touch, to taste. Cupping her breast, he softly asked, “Jenny, are you a virgin?”“A virgin? That’s what you’re worried about now?”Cal laughed, “I don’t want to hurt you.”“I’m not a virgin and you won’t hurt me.”

PK COREY
The love of writing came to me late in life and I spent time trying to fit writing into a busy schedule. Recently I retired, the kids are out and on their own and my wonderful husband encourages me to spend more time exploring the world of writing.
I always hear you should write what you want to read, so I have. I write loving domestic discipline with the stress on ‘loving’. I want a strong man who cherishes the woman he loves and will go to any length to keep her safe and protected.
My Cassie’s Spaceseries shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free spirited ways Tom is determination to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. My new series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.


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Email: pk.corey@yahoo.com
Author Interview

1.    When did writing become important to you?
I discovered spanking blogs just over ten years ago. They really caught my interest and they stirred a desire to write some of the stories that had long been in my head. I wrote my first story after I turned fifty.
2.    Do you view writing as a career?
I’ve recently retired from teaching, so I can’t say I see writing as a true career yet, but it’s more important to me than just a hobby.
3.    What puts you in the best mood to write?
I’m alone at home, fresh cup of coffee, turn on the gas logs, convince the cats to lay on my feet and not the keyboard and I’m ready to write.
4.    You’ve written nine books in the Cassie series and this book begins a new series. What draws you to writing series.
I’ve been an avid reader since I was about ten. I’ve never put down a book I enjoyed without asking, ‘But then what happened?’ Now I get to do the writing and I can answer that question.  I really get into my characters and I want my readers to get to know them just as well. I like series to be able to show how the characters grow and develop and change over time.

Bad, Bad Girl by Alta Hensley releases on March 28th straight to KU!

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How can it be wrong when it feels so, so right? What happens when you are a very bad, bad girl? What happens when he is so alpha that he demands complete surrender? What happens when your body, mind, and soul betrays you? You submit. You utter the words you never thought you would say. “Yes, sir.” They should resist. They should say no. They should walk away and never look back. But they won't. Three women. Three men. Three tales of carnal delight that push the comfort zone. Includes: Traditional Love, Traditional Terms, and Traditional Change. **bad, bad, Girl is an erotic romance that pushes the boundaries of taboo. It is far from a Traditional Love romance. There is graphic sex, there is content that will certainly make you blush, and there are scenes that could cause grandma to have a stroke. If this is not your cup of tea, then please do not take a sip.    

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 A Match Made in Heaven by Jodi Bella  

When Kip Anderson's best friend, Quentin, wakes him up in the middle of the night, Kip is sure that he's dreaming - because Quentin has recently died. But Kip quickly realizes that he's not dreaming and, while his friend may be deceased, he's far from at rest. Quentin is worried about his widow, Lily, who hasn't been taking care of herself since he passed away. At his best friend's request, Kip agrees to try to help her and before he knows it, he finds himself growing closer to Lily by the day. When Lily continues to take risks with her health, Quentin's advice is for Kip to put her over his knee! At first, Kip is taken aback at the thought of doing such a thing, but as Lily's behavior becomes increasingly self-destructive, he finds that he has few other choices... Publisher's Note: This book contains elements of domestic discipline. If such material offends, please do not purchase.

 

        Enjoy this free preview of A Match Made in Heaven:   Chapter One   "Common, Chief, wake up already." The familiar voice filtered slowly through Kip Anderson's sleep fogged brain, making his full lips turn down in a frown of confusion. A second later, there was a hard thump on the mattress near his face. Awake now, his brows furrowed, he hesitantly peeled first one eyelid open and then the other, his pale brown gaze falling on one of the well-worn sneakers he used solely now for mowing his lawn during the summer months. It was grass stained and muddy on the sole, and the stench from it was enough to make him want to pull the covers up over his head. But he didn't do that, because its presence on his bed in the middle of the night was too unusual a thing to ignore, even in favor of going back to sleep. Even after being up damn near all night long helping one of his mares bring a new foal into the world. "Oh, good, you're finally awake." The return of the voice brought Kip's head up with a snap. He'd been sure he was dreaming it earlier. Now, he wasn't so sure that he wasn't still sleeping, and the dream continuing. Because there was no way that he was awake and actually seeing the man that stood before him. It just wasn't possible. Standing just inside Kip's walk-in closet, still dressed in the same clothes he had last seen him in over four months ago was his life-long best friend, Quentin Craig. As Kip watched, Quent dropped the mate to Kip's lawn mowing sneaker, and grinned crookedly. To Kip's eyes, it even looked like the grin wobbled a little and he could have sworn that Quent's eyes misted over. He had to clear his throat before he spoke again to Kip. "We need to talk, buddy." Never mind that it was the wee hours of the morning, or that Kip had been up for over twenty-four hours straight before finally finding his bed that night. Never mind that Quentin was a sleep whore who rarely saw the light of day before at least ten in the morning, nor the fact that he had a gorgeous wife of five years waiting for him at home. Those reasons were certainly enough, each of them on their own, to make this middle of the night visit seem a little weird. But the one reason that had Kip Anderson questioning his sanity at that moment had them all beat by a mile: Quentin Craig was dead. He'd been killed in an automobile accident over seven months ago. Kip had been in the car with him, and he'd gone with him in the ambulance to the hospital. He'd been sitting next to him when he'd died. And he'd been the one to break the news to Quent's wife. And now, here was his best friend, apparently back from the dead, looking exactly as he had on the day of his funeral, with the noticeable exception of the absence of the suit coat his wife Lily had chosen for him. Instead, Quentin stood before Kip in only the western cut dress slacks, pearl snap white dress shirt with its cuffs unsnapped and rolled up his forearms, and his best pair of dress boots, spit-shined so bright they even gleamed in the dim lighting of Kip's early morning bedroom. Quent took a couple steps out of Kip's closet, approaching the bed slowly. He seemed to do so deliberately and Kip had the idea he was trying not to spook him. "I'm sorry about throwing the shoe at ya," he apologized sheepishly, removing the odorous sneaker from the rumpled flannel bedding when he got close enough. "But unfortunately I'm limited in what things I can control. I would've just given you a good shake, but my damn hand probably would've gone right through your shoulder, Kip. I haven't figured out some of the finer points in my new... situation. Being a ghost has its restrictions..." "G-ghost?" Kip whispered, staring at Quent. His best friend sat down on the edge of the bed and nodded at him. Kip's eyes ran up and down the apparition before him, noting now the smoky quality of his image, and the way he didn't indent the mattress beneath him at all as he sat there-truthfully, it was more like he was hovering there instead of actually sitting. "I can control inanimate objects," Quent continued calmly, as if his lifelong best friend wasn't having a nervous breakdown right beside him, "but if I so much as touch something alive-especially a human being-well, my damn arm goes right through and it creates the strangest feeling..." He sighed and cocked his head to look at Kip closely. "You okay, Chief? You don't look so good." Kip's eyes bulged at him. "No, I'm... I'm not okay!" he sputtered. "You... you're... you're supposed to be dead, Q! What the hell's happening to me?" "Calm down, buddy, rein it in, now. Relax. Nothing's happening to you, okay?" Kip recognized the steady voice Quentin was using now as the one he'd used in their rodeo days to both steady a fearful horse, and woo a nervous rodeo babe. "It's really me. I'm really here. Okay? And I need you to try to get a grip and just accept that, because I really need to talk to you. And I'm not going away until I do." Kip gradually felt his pulse slow to a more normal rate. What the hell? he thought suddenly. Either this is one crazy dream, in which case there's nothing to worry about because all that will happen in the end is I'll simply wake up, or I really am going crazy in which case there's nothing that I can do about it anyway, so why tear myself apart over it? The last possibility in his mind-that Quentin was telling the truth about it really being him there, in the flesh (or so to speak)-Kip did not even give consideration to. "All right," he finally said, nodding his agreement. "I'm listening. So talk already. What's so damn important that you had to come back from the grave and scare the shit out of me in the middle of the night?" Quent's eyes were hard on him when he answered. "Lily." Kip had had a feeling that was where this was all headed. But hearing that one word, as always, did a funny thing to his insides. Briefly, he closed his eyes and counted silently to five in his head before reopening them and daring to meet Quentin's gaze again. "What about her?" "You know damn well what I'm talking about, Kip," Quentin accused and the small vein in his forehead that always pulsed when he got angry became prominent. "You made me a promise, pal, and you haven't kept it." Kip had to look away from his friend's eyes. It was true, of course. And he felt bad about it. But he just didn't know how to keep that promise. He hadn't had a clue how he was going to do it from the very moment the words had fallen out of his mouth, but he also hadn't been able to stop them, either. "Do you even remember the promise you made me the night I died, Kip?" Quent asked, and his voice was dark and thick. Kip made himself meet his gaze and slowly he nodded. "I couldn't forget it if I tried." "You promised me you would look after my wife. Make sure she was taken care of, help get her through this..." Kip nodded. In his head he could hear the words he had exchanged with Quent that horrific night: Promise me, Kip, please... Just tell me you'll be there for Lily... she doesn't have anyone else... she's going to need you... Promise me you'll take care of my wife, Kip. Please... And, God help him, Kip had promised. "I'm sorry, Q," he said now, his gaze again on the floor beneath his bare feet. He felt like an ashamed child under his best friend's disappointed gaze. "I know I haven't watched over her like I should have. It's been about two months since I've checked in with her in person, though I have called her a few times. She always seems fine... It's hard... I don't know what to say to her... how to comfort her..." Quentin was studying him as he spoke, and the inside of Kip's stomach flip-flopped. He wondered if ghosts had ways of looking inside a person's soul and knowing the truth that was printed there. He wondered if somehow Quentin knew already the things that Kip was keeping to himself, those things he'd kept to himself all along, even when Quentin had been alive. The things he had never told another person. "I'm sure it's hard for you. I understand more than you think. But I need you to help her because I can't. I've tried going to her like I came to you tonight and she doesn't see me. I guess maybe she's just not ready to see me like this yet; she hasn't really accepted that I'm gone. Look, I've never asked you for anything before, Kip, and I hate to call in favors with anyone, but I'm calling in mine with you now. You have to do this for me. She needs you." Kip squeezed his eyes shut and hung his head dejectedly. He wished he knew how to make Quentin realize just how impossible what he was asking for was. "Look man, I know I owe you... God, I wouldn't even be alive today if you hadn't saved my ass that night in San Antonio..." Kip closed his eyes against the memory, but he still saw the arena, smelled the rodeo animals, and felt the earth shaking as the bucking bull spun in circles, mindless of the rider hung up on its back. If it hadn't been for Quentin jumping across that wild animal's back that night and untying the knot of rope that held Kip in place, he would have been ground under the heels of that bull till there was nothing left of him. It had been the last night of both their careers in that dangerous sport. It had been too close, the picture of death too clear. The next day they'd promised one another to get out and they'd kept the promise. And their lives. For a little longer, anyway, in Quentin's case. Kip shook his head and made himself look at the man who had saved his life. "There's no one else?" he finally asked, knowing better than to hope. Quentin considered this for a full minute before he answered. "It's not that there's no one else, man. There's no one else I want to ask." "Why? Because I'm your best friend?" Quentin nodded. "There's that." He paused for a minute, studying Kip closely, making that topsy turvy feeling start again in Kip stomach. "But even more important than that," he finally said, "I know that you love her." Kip felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs. "What?" he croaked. His best friend since childhood grinned mischievously. "You didn't realize that I knew that, did you, Chief?" Kip stared at him, his mouth agape, then opening and closed on words that never made it out of his throat. Quent laughed. "It's all right, Kip. Don't hyperventilate on me. I've known how you feel about Lily all along. I'm not blind you know. I saw it that first time you two met, right before you realized that she had come to that party with me. It was stamped all over your damn face. And then you found out I had seen her first. And you stepped back. And stayed back. You let me have her. And for that I owe you an eternal debt that I will never be able to repay." "I... I can't believe you... you knew all along?" Kip let out a deep breath and stared at Quentin. "You have no idea how the guilt used to eat me up about how I felt about her." "I don't know why you'd feel guilty," Quentin shrugged. "You never once acted on your feelings. You could have, and I imagine Lily would have gone with you-or at least she would have been sorely tempted. But you did the honorable thing." "I wasn't always so honorable in my head," Kip admitted, and was rewarded with a raucous laugh from Quentin. "God, it's good to hear that laugh again," he commented, watching with appreciation as his friend threw back his head and roared with his mirth. "Look, man," Quentin said when he overcame his laughter. "I'm asking you to take care of Lily because I know you want to, and I know you care about her. There's no one better. You've been like a brother to me my entire life. And I don't want my wife to be alone for the rest of hers. The two of you need each other." "So, you're giving me permission to pursue Lily," Kip felt the need to clarify. "Your wife." "Not only that, Chief," Quent added, "but I'm promising you I'll kick your ass for you in the afterlife if you don't." Kip stared at him for a beat before realizing just how serious he actually was. "Well, when you put it like that, what other choice do I really have?" he asked with a grin. They spent the next hour talking about Lily and the things she had been up to since Quent had died that Kip didn't know about it. Apparently, Quentin had been watching over her from above while Kip had been struggling with his guilty conscious, and what he had seen hadn't pleased him. "She's not taking care of herself, or the farm," he told Kip, exasperation in his voice. "She's stopped her exercise routine, she hardly eats and when she does it's only junk food. She stays up to all hours of the night then sleeps away the day. She's pushed away all of her girlfriends and has taken a leave of absence from work. Every day she gets worse and worse." "Oh, my God, I had no idea," Kip said. "I'm so sorry I haven't been checking up on her better. I really thought she was okay." Quent gave him a meaningful look. "It's okay. Just don't let me down again. I need you, here, Chief." Kip nodded. "Anything else I need to know about?" His friend shrugged. "It's bad enough her not taking care of herself, but the land's going to hell over there too. She let all of the help go and last year's crops were a wash. I don't think she even plans to plant again this year. "It also worries me because she rarely goes off of the farm for anything anymore. Used to be I had to practically tie her down to keep her from going to this function or that one in town, but she's like a recluse anymore. She has everything she needs delivered to the house, from her groceries to take out food to movie rentals. It's just not healthy." "She sounds like a mess." Quentin shook his head. "I know she's having a hard time, but she needs to start taking better care of herself. You know her cholesterol's high and the way she's eating is going to send it through the roof. She knows better than that. If I were still around, she'd be over my knee in a heartbeat..." Kip's eyebrows rose. "Huh?" he asked. Quentin met his gaze. "That's something else you probably ought to know about Lily," he said calmly, as if describing the weather. "We used domestic discipline in our marriage. It was helpful, for both of us, really." "What are you talking about?" Kip half-growled, his hands clenching instinctively at what he was hearing. Not that he could punch a ghost, after all. Or at least he didn't think he could. "Are you telling me that you hit her? You used to hit Lily?" "No," Quentin clarified evenly, glancing down at Kip's fists with a wry grin. "But when the situation warranted it, I did paddle her bottom for her." Kip's mouth fell open. "I... I don't believe I'm hearing this..." "It's actually a lot more common than you would think, Chief. You go online sometime and do a search on the work spanking and see what you come up with. You might not believe me, but the first time I spanked Lily, it was her idea, not mine. She asked me to do it. At first I was just as blown away and wary of the idea as you obviously are, but as time went on, I saw the benefits to it." "She asked you... to spank her?" Kip repeated, then watched in obvious disbelief as Quentin nodded solemnly. "What, as foreplay or something?" His friend's eyes darkened. "Not that it's any of your business, but yes, sometimes it was as foreplay. But the first time, and a lot of other times over the years, it was for punishment for something she had done wrong. Consequences for a poor choice in judgment. The first time she'd had a moment of weakness after a very bad day at work and had given in to the craving for a cigarette when she was trying to quit. She felt so guilty about it afterwards, and she was afraid that after she'd given in once she would continue to do so. So, she asked me to correct her actions with a good spanking. She thought it would help to deter her from smoking again. I never was very good at telling her no, so I did what she asked me to, though she had to really help me along the way that first time." He smiled wistfully, obviously remembering what had happened, memories that he was not about to share with even his best friend, because they were simply too personal and special. "Did it work for her?" Kip asked, still reeling from this information about the two people he had thought he knew best in his life. "Did she smoke again after that?" Quent's grin widened with pride at the question. "Actually, no, she didn't. That time it worked. Though, in all honestly, there were some other times when it didn't. And others where I had to give the lesson more than once for it to really sink in." "And she really wanted this from you? She really asked you for it?" "She did in the beginning. As time went by, I got better at understanding when she needed that from me. I could read her better and I knew when something wasn't right with her. I could tell when she wasn't being honest with me, or when she was hiding something. I also made up a few rules of my own once we were married. I didn't appreciate her army brat language, so whenever she got really vulgar with her mouth, she got spanked. If she did something dangerous, she didn't take care of herself, or was acting like a brat, I spanked her. Stuff like that. Sometimes she would throw a fit like a fish wife for no reason at all, and I came to realize that was her way of letting me know she needed me to step in and take control for a while. She still confessed things to me later on in our marriage, but usually I had to do the detective work on my own to know when she had gotten herself into trouble." Kip was shaking his head. "I can't believe what I'm hearing." "Believe it. I wouldn't tell you all this if it wasn't true, and if it wasn't important. Lily is the same woman, Kip. If you really want to be with her, if you want to love her and take care of her the way I think you do-and the way I'd like you to-then, you need to realize that she's going to need the same thing from you that she needed from me. You're going to have to be able to do that for her when she needs you to." "I've never spanked anyone in my life!" Kip exclaimed. Quent shrugged. "Neither had I. So what? There's a first time for everything. And, to tell you the truth, once you get over the fact that her bottom's going to sting for a while and maybe be a little sore to sit on the next day, it can be rather enjoyable to have that writhing little bare backside under your hand, over your lap..." He cleared his throat and swiped a hand through his hair with something like irritation. "Once you've done it a few times I'm sure you'll know what I mean." "I don't know about this," Kip argued still. "I wouldn't even know where to start." "Well, obviously you're not going to go charging in there the next time you see her and throw her over your lap for a whipping. Right now all I want you to do is get your butt over there tomorrow and start making a lot more regular visits to her in person. Try to get her out of the house. See if you can get her to start taking better care of herself and the farm. Help her out. In the meantime, I've book marked some websites on your computer for you. Check them out, they should be helpful to you where the spanking thing's concerned. And I'll be around to help you with all of it, too. I'm not just going to leave you hanging after this." "Well, I'm glad to hear that," Kip admitted. "This is a lot to digest in the middle of the night. Plus, I liked seeing you again, Q, talking to you again. It wasn't fair how you were taken from us so fast like that." Typical of Quentin, he ignored the last part of what Kip had said. "I don't have any other choice except to check back with you. I can't rest till I know both of you are settled and all right. And I know you too well, Chief. In the morning you're going to wake up and think this was all a dream, even though I'll leave you a couple surprises to make you question otherwise." Kip smiled crookedly. "Either a dream or I'm losing my mind." "Or maybe ghosts really do exist. 'Cause here I am, right here in front of your eyes, brother." As she had every morning since the day Kip had brought her home from the shelter Patch, his white spotted cat, woke him up the following morning by walking all over his chest and purring her heart out to him in a bid for fresh food and company. Kip opened his eyes reluctantly and grimaced as one of her claws dug a little too deeply through the covers over his bare chest. He smiled at the feline and stroked her back, winking at her as she arched it and rubbed her chin against his palm. He didn't have it in him to be mad at her for waking him up. She was the only female that had frequented his bedroom for a long time now. He glanced at the alarm clock, which he hadn't had to use since getting Patch, and cursed mentally. He'd overslept, which wasn't like him. But he supposed he shouldn't be surprised given how exhausted he'd been last night. And then his eyes fell on the lone, grass-stained sneaker lying on the floor near the bed. And for a few brief moments, his sleep addled brain couldn't imagine what it was doing there. But when he remembered why it was out, a surge of panic hit him. It was just a dream, he told himself sternly, even as he was jumping out of bed and pounding down the hallway to the spare room he used as both a computer and storage room. I just don't remember taking the shoes out, but I must have at some point, because there is NO such thing as ghosts! But the computer couldn't boot up fast enough for Kip. And when it finally did, and he clicked on the icon for his online favorites, he let out a low curse that would've gotten his mouth soaped up good when he was a kid. There had to be thirty new additions on that favorites list. And every single one of them was somehow spanking related. There was Discipline and Desire, Shadowlane, Pablo and Mija's Treehouse, and some newsgroup called soc.sexuality.spanking. There was even a link to a top 100 spanking website site, which only further amazed him because a top 100 implied that there were even more than that in existence. He was thinking of plugging in a search for the word spanking, as had been suggested to him last night, when he noticed he had new mail too. Half afraid to open it, he clicked on the icon and watched as a message popped up with his own email address as the sender. Hey Chief, Don't wig out on me when you see all this. Just try to go along with it and accept that it was really me that was here last night. And it'll really be me in the future, when I think you need some advice with Lily. I forgot to tell you two things last night. One, the Fall Harvest Dance is next month. Lily always did love to dance but I always hated it; I hardly ever took her, and if there's one thing I could change looking back now it would've been that. So, ask her to the dance when you see her today. Convince her to go with you. And B, I know you're going to need more proof of what happened last night. I'm sure right now, you're wondering if you aren't doing all this yourself, losing your mind and adding the bookmarks and sending this email yourself. So the next time you're at Lily's, try to get into my bedroom closet. There's a chest in there, a wooden one. Take a look inside and see if it doesn't support the fact that my visit to you last night was real. Talk soon, Q Of course, Kip had been thinking exactly that. That he'd been the one to move the shoes, add the bookmarks on the computer, and write the email. Except that he'd never obsessed about spanking a woman before. So that part didn't fit. And the email was written in Quentin-ese, right down to the 'Chief,' which he'd always called Kip, and to the 'one' and 'B' in the way he'd listed his items. And as long as Kip had known him, Quentin had never signed his full first name; he always just used the Q. There was one way to find out for sure. If he could get into Quentin's closet and look inside that chest, he might have a more definite answer. And he'd already made up his mind to go over to Lily's today anyway. Even if the 'visit' he'd had last night had only been a dream, one thing was clear. His conscious couldn't take this anymore. He'd made his best friend a promise to watch over his widow. And he was going to get his butt in gear and do just that. He'd wasted enough time as it was. And whatever else followed after that he would deal with when the time came around.    

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