Showing posts with label sexy romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sexy romance. Show all posts

Sunday, May 12, 2019

Living With Feline Muses

Don't get me wrong. I love them. Love them to pieces, but they are a handful. They get into everything. I do mean everything. If you leave it anywhere accessible, they will find it and explore.  That includes laundry baskets (clean or dirty), backpacks, grocery bags, purses, suitcases, and anything they shouldn't get into.

So, the latest thing they've done is take my keys. Yes, I shouldn't have left them vulnerable to attack. I left them on the kitchen counter and they snatched them. A key fob to my car and the single key to the truck. They were gone the next morning and I had to dig up the other key fob to go to work that morning.

After much tearing up of the house I found the key fob to my car, but the truck key is still MIA. It is the only key I have to the truck. That means I can't start it. I'm going to have to go to the local Ford dealership and ask my options. They are certain to be expensive. So, the moral to this story is never leave anything of value out for the felines to confiscate. They will do it.

In book land, I have several books coming out soon.

Happy in The Border Lands is out now. You can get it here Here's the cover.


Coming soon is Her Forever Mountain will release June 3rd 



Coming soon is book Twenty of The Men of The Border Lands and books nine and ten of Ménage Mountain.  They are in edits right now.

Have a great week ahead and see you soon

Marla Monroe
www.marlamonroe.com




Thursday, May 2, 2019

Getting Things In Order

I've been asked to list a couple of series in order of what is out there and where they are. I'll do that below. First, I want to thank all of you for reading my books. The fact that you are asking me to do this means you like my books enough to want them listed out. Thanks.

Now, The Ménage Mountain Series. There are eight Ménage Mountain books so far with a ninth book that I'm currently working on. The eighth book is in edits.  Seven are available on Bookstrand and six are available on Amazon.

Her Mountain Home
Two Good Men
Belonging to Her Mountain Men
Their Mountain Love
Her Mountain Ménage
Her Mountain Family
A Ménage to Celebrate

Her Forever Mountain, book eight is in edits and I'm currently working on book nine.

The other series that I've been working on is the Men of the Border Lands series. There are three books about three sisters that I've written.
Her Perfect Men Book 18  You can also get this one at Amazon
Happy in the Border Lands Book 19
Her Border Lands Wish, book 20 is in edits right now.

Can't let you go without sharing some covers. Always have to have something hot to look at. :-)

Hope you guys have a great weekend ahead. Read a good book and relax. Life is short.
Marla Monroe

www.marlamonroe.com


Friday, March 29, 2019

Is it Really Spring?

I sure hope it doesn't fool me. Yeah, there are still some cold mornings, but the days are nice and warm out. Nice enough to sit outside and enjoy. I've even carried Maggie, one of the feline muses out on the front porch to enjoy the evening warmth. Naturally she wants to explore and not sit in my lap.

Currently I'm working on a Menage Mountain book. I have a biker book floating around in the back of my head though that is eating at me. Not sure if it will collate into the next book or not yet. I'll let you know when I finish this book. I've also been thinking about another book in the Planet Alpha books. It's been a while since I've written one of them. It's a crap shoot what my head will finally settle on though.

Right now, what is out for pre-order is A Menage to Celebrate. http://bit.ly/2HXGQIz 
Adonna didn’t exactly have a normal lifestyle since she owned an adult toy store, but dating two men seemed a little over the top to her, right? David and Mitch didn’t think so. They wanted a chance to get to know her.
Adonna relented and agreed to date them not expecting it to go anywhere, but found out that they were more than she expected and couldn’t help falling in love with them. They were kind and funny, and sexy as hell.
Mitch and David were serious with wanting to get to know Adonna. They meant to make her theirs. All they had to do was convince her that they meant business and were in it for keeps. Could they make her understand that sometimes three people could fall in love and be a perfect family? One to celebrate?
Don't lose out on the special price for pre-ordering. 

I better get back to writing. Have a great weekend and enjoy the weather out there. I hope you aren't in the path of more rain or snow. If you are, hunker down.

Marla Monroe
www.marlamonrore.com
@MarlaMonroe1

Friday, September 29, 2017

Cooler Days Ahead

I'm so happy today. The weather is much cooler this morning. I loved getting out in it to run my errands. It's supposed to last a few days, then back to the heat for a little while longer. Here in the South we don't get a true winter. We get an extended fall with maybe some freezing weather for a few days. Might be time for a trip to the mountains to experience the cold. I love the Smokey Mountains.

A long weekend in a cabin with a nice view and plenty of time to write sounds wonderful. I'd take a nice walk every morning and write the rest of the day. Yes, that sounds like a great plan to me.

I'm working on three different books right now. The main one is the Space Station One book. The next book is a sequel to the last Men of the Borderlands book and the third one is an entirely different book for my alter-ego. I'll share more about all of them as I finish them.

Here is my latest cover.
Coming October 23rd. Be sure to watch for it to go on Pre-order soon!

Marla Monroe

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Texas Here I Come

How many of you live in Texas? I'm on my way there for a workshop and would love to hear from you. I'll be in Allen, Texas just north east of Dallas this weekend through Wednesday. Looking forward to some cowboy time and lots of writing. What are you doing this weekend?

Be sure to keep up with my newsletter for another chance to win free books and other neat prizes. I'll have another newsletter out in two weeks and will be choosing one lucky winner for it. You can sign up Here.  (http://bit.ly/1KKySeY)

On a fun note. I attended a Journey concert on Wednesday night and had a ball. Does this date me? LOL I grew up listening to those guys. They did not disappoint. Now I'm wanting to go to another concert. Have to see who is playing close by.

Working on a Ghost Riders book now. Hope to have it finished by the end of June. Anyone looking forward to that one? After that it's a Shifting Desires book. I'm looking forward to that one as well. I love writing bear shifters.

Hope to hear form you soon,

Marla
www.marlamonroe.com

Friday, June 9, 2017

Coming June 16th Caught Between Hawk and Gunner

This is the second book in The Howling Death MC series. If you have to be caught somewhere then between these two men is the place to be.


Go here to order or  http://bit.ly/2rw4mEx


Sexy Excerpt

As soon as they made it in the house, the men were all over her. They stripped her then gently bathed her in the tub before taking her to bed. Gunner spread her thighs with an almost desperate need in his eyes. The first touch of his tongue had her crying out in pleasure. She needed this. She needed them to take her and make her theirs. If they didn’t want her, she’d die inside. She sure as hell wanted them to want her. “Babe, you taste so damn good. I was afraid I’d lose you.” Gunner returned to eating her pussy with a vengeance.

“God, Gunner. Please.”

She could only beg for him to help her reach that point. She wanted to come so badly.
“Not yet, sweet thing. You’re coming with us this time. Both of us.” Hawk kissed her, exploring her mouth then moving down to lick and bite at her jaw, neck, and earlobe. He sucked at the junction of her neck and shoulder, then nipped at it.

“I want you both. Take me. Make me yours. I don’t want to lose you.” Jackie couldn’t believe she’d allowed the words out.

“You already are ours.” Gunner moved up her body and sucked at her nipple before fitting his cock at her opening. “I’m going to fuck you deep and hard, babe.”

He pushed his way inside her. She was wet and ready for him, but he was thick and having to wiggle to get in her. She finally relaxed enough that he surged forward with a deep growl.

“Damn, babe. You’re so fucking tight I won’t last long.” He retreated and thrust again and again. Finally, he rolled her over so that she straddled him. He bucked up as she rose and fell with him.
“Hold her down while I get her ready, Gunner.” Hawk knelt behind her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“We’re making you ours. We want to come inside of you at the same time, so Hawk’s going to take that pretty little ass while I fuck your warm, wet pussy.” Gunner reached up and kissed her between the breasts. Then he was pulling her flat against his chest.

“Easy, sweet thing. I’m not going to hurt you if you relax. Hurting you is the last thing I ever want to do.”

Hawk rubbed something cold and wet on her asshole. He pressed his finger inward then pulled it back out. She wasn’t alarmed but knew that no matter how much he prepared her, it would sting. She didn’t care. She wanted them both and wanted to be theirs forever.

He added more of the cool lubricant and pressed in and out of her back hole several times before adding even more and adding a second finger. It burned, but not too badly. He fucked her with his fingers then forced more of the lube inside her. The next thing she felt was his cockhead pressing against her ass. She tried to relax her muscles, letting Gunner’s hands soothe her as he rubbed small circles against her back.

Hawk pressed harder, stretching her even as she tried to push out. When he finally popped through the resistant ring of her ass, she gasped and dropped her head to Gunner’s chest.

“There we go. Easy, Jackie. Just let us do all the work.” Hawk pushed all the way in with a soft curse while Gunner pulled nearly all the way out of her pussy. Then they switched directions, and she felt like a piece of cheese between two slices of hot bread.

They seesawed in and out of her until the pressure building was so close to exploding she couldn’t help but strain toward it. Her ass burned, but a strange sort of pleasure was escalating from it as well. She’d never known there were pleasure nerves in her ass before now. The guys sweated above and below her. Hawk grasped one hip with his hand and held on to the back of her neck with the other hand.

“Fuck but your ass is so goddamn tight, babe. Fuck but I’m not going to last.”

“Neither am I. She’s hot and wet and tight, and with you in her ass, it’s like forcing my dick through silly putty. I swear she’s going to strangle me.” Gunner cupped her breasts in his hands, flicking his thumbs over her nipples.

“Please, please not yet. I need to come so badly it hurts.”

“We’ve got you, sweet thing. We’re going to take good care of you from now on.” Hawk used both hands to hold her hips as he tunneled in and out of her ass.

She could feel the heat from Hawk’s body against her back. The burning sensation in her ass had given way to a strange pleasure that helped fuel her need to climax. She needed them to hurry and push her over. She didn’t want to be left hanging. Now with as good as she was sure it was going to be.

“I’ve got you, babe. Just relax.” Gunner put one hand between them where he moved his fingers until his thumb found her clit.

“Yes,” she hissed as he thumbed it, teasing it then pinching it between this thumb and finger.

Jackie erupted in pleasure, screaming in a high-pitched whine that even she didn’t recognize. The two men lost their rhythm and shouted out as they came, filling her body with their semen. The pleasure went on and on as they continued to fuck her until they lost their strength and collapsed beneath and behind her.









Monday, March 27, 2017

Two New Books Out in May

I'm super excited to have two new books coming out in may beginning with A Mate Among the Enemy on May 5th.


Finding their mate should have been a wonderful surprise when Lee and Evan were in town, but was she part of the enemy or was she just in a bad situation? Shay’s life had existed around identifying shifters for her father so that they could track and kill them. She hated what they did, but short of running away, she was powerless to stop them. After meeting two shifters she felt attracted to , Shay finally found the strength to run.

Book Two is a Space Station One book Kelly Captures Two Husbands. I'll have more on this book in the next few weeks. You don't want to miss finding out more about this book.

Also, I'm reviving my newsletter to include more excerpts, free reads, and prizes. Sign up for my newsletter coming out in April for a chance to win any current book you haven't read. Here:
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To find my books on the Bookstrand site, go here  http://bit.ly/MzcA6I
To find my books on Amazon, go here  http://amzn.to/1eR63jU

Watch for more fun here in the next few days. I may even have a prize for those who comment on one of those blogs.

Marla Monroe

Saturday, September 10, 2016

NOW On Pre-Order Their New Beginning

You can now pre-order Their New Beginning, book 14 in the Men of the Border Lands series. It's officially released on Monday the 19th of September so not long to wait.

http://bit.ly/2c3gqoz


I wanted to publish an excerpt for you and the teaser blurb. Be sure to check them out and spread the word. I'm back!

Abby wants a safe place to make a home. She is cautious of being duped into joining a community again, but there is safety in numbers. Now she is on a quest to find the one she has heard about in the Border Lands.

Harry and his sister are also looking for a safe place. When Thad joins them, Harry believes his chances with Abby disappear. Thad knows how dangerous it is now and has no problem sharing Abby with Harry to assure her safety, if the man would just agree. He knows Harry is worried about his sister, but Thad doesn’t want to wait until Harry makes up his mind.

Will Harry and Thad be the men to provide a home for her? First they have to agree to share her. Then they need to work together to keep her safe. Neither man wants to wait until they reach the promised land to make her theirs.

Adult Excerpt: No one under 18!

Once she’d completely rolled to her belly, she waited for him to touch her. When he didn’t for several long moments, Abby looked over her shoulder, almost afraid he’d left the room, yet he stood at the side of the bed looking down at her with so much emotion in his eyes and in the expression on his face.

“You take my breath, Abby. The way your back arches, and the shape of your ass, makes me want to jump on and fuck you until I’m part of you. Right now, at this exact moment, I’m so hard for you I could easily do that and rut over you like an animal, but you deserve more than that. You should have soft kisses and a gentle hand. I’m not sure I can manage that right now, babe.” Harry’s hands were trembling out by his sides. “I thought making you keep your bra on would help me keep some control, but even that didn’t help.”

Abby turned a little bit more to be able to really look at him. At some point he’d managed to remove his shirt and had unfastened his belt and jeans but hadn’t pulled them down or released his hard shaft. She could see the massive outline of it against his jeans. It swelled up over the top of his waistline, encased in the white material of his underwear. The sight of it like that had her squeezing her thighs together with even more need.

“I don’t need soft touches or slow kisses right now, Harry. I need to be fucked by you. We can go slow next time if you want to. I want your dick inside of me. I want to feel you pounding into me so hard I feel you in the back of my throat.” Abby was surprised at her words. She’d been open and honest with her fiancé, but she’d never been that explicit before.
His groan, and the way he jerked his jeans the rest of the way down, told her that he was losing all control over his need. It thrilled her.

“Your boots,” she said as an afterthought.

“Fuck!”

He turned and sat at the foot of the bed to remove the obstructions, then kicked out of the rest of his clothes. When he stood up again, Abby gasped in approval. His ass was hard and gently rounded. She couldn’t wait to dig her fingers into the round cheeks as he pounded into her. His back broadened into wide, strong shoulders, and the muscles moving from his waist to those strong shoulders were outlined in awe-inspiring detail.

Then he turned around, and all rational thought left her brain. The man was built like an Olympic athlete. Not the strong, yet trimmed, body of a runner or maybe a swimmer, but the toned, hard physique of a boxer or weightlifter, only without the extra bulk.

The moment she focused on his cock, though, Abby’s mouth watered, and she curled her tongue over her bottom lip. Harry was gorgeous. She’d never thought of a man’s penis in such a light before, but the column of flesh jutting straight out from his body could only be described in words that appreciated its appearance.

The ruddy head seemed to mushroom out into a monster-sized hat while the stalk that would easily require both hands to encircle it bobbed in time to Harry’s heartbeat. The impressive dick would stretch her pussy to an exquisite burn that would consume her. It was going to take some preparation, but Abby was sure she could take him and couldn’t wait to get started. When her eyes returned to his face, it was obvious he’d enjoyed the way she sized him up and the extra time she’d taken to admire his cock.

“God, you’re beautiful!” burst out of her mouth before she could stop it.

He squished up his brows. “Beautiful? I’m a man, not a woman, Abby.”

“Sorry, but what I see is nothing short of amazing, and beautiful is in the eye of the beholder. I behold beautiful,” she told him with a broad smile.

Instead of letting it annoy him, Harry just shook his head with a grin and slowly climbed onto the bed to stalk her like a lion until she’d crawled as far up the bed as she could.

“Lie back down for me. I want to lick my way up your body. I know it’ll drive me mad with need, but I have to taste you.”

Abby bit into the pillow when Harry’s tongue licked beneath her ass cheeks. He nuzzled her there, then continued to the fleshy part of her butt, licking, then nipping until she was grinding her pussy into the covers. When she started to lift to her knees to get closer to his mouth, he placed one hand at the small of her back and gently pushed her back down.

“Shhhh, babe. Be still for me.”

Was he freaking kidding her? How was she supposed to be still when he was igniting her world?
He pushed her legs apart, then settled between them at the level of her knees. The roughness from his hairy thighs seemed to notch up her arousal even more.

“Please, Harry. Stop teasing me.”

“Patience, Abby. I’ll take care of you.” He punctuated the rest of his sentence with a bite to each ass cheek between each word. “Real.” Bite. “Good.” Bite. “Care.” Bite. “Of.” Bite. “You.”

She panted through the slight stings, then groaned when he licked each spot where he’d bitten her. God, he was perfect! She’d always loved the edge and thought she’d never find another man who would enjoy it as much as she and her fiancé had before he’d been killed.

Harry changed positions and spread his legs so that his knees were now on either side of her hips. Abby didn’t move her spread legs since she’d figured out that with her legs spread out so far she could get a little friction on her pussy from the quilt when she pressed her hips into the mattress.
Lips and tongue continued to tease her over her hips, then slowly, painfully slowly, up her spine. When he nipped her shoulder at the same time, a tongue swiped up her pussy slit, Abby screamed into the pillow, then jerked her head around to find that Thad had joined them. His eyes met hers, and he winked before burying his face between her spread legs once more. The dual attention of the two men sent her spiraling out of control.

Harry chuckled next to her ear. “Surprise, baby. Looks like I have help. I think it’s safe to say that you are now royally screwed.”

Be sure to pre-order your copy today to find out what happens next!

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Thursday, July 9, 2015

Patience is a Virtue…Bull!


 


I love to write, but life gets in the way at times. Sometimes it’s something minor but still interferes. Sometimes it’s much, much more serious like an illness or death. When that happens, books are delayed or put on hold for a period of time. Readers are already on pins and needles waiting for that next book, so any delay seems terrible and inexcusable when they have been waiting weeks and weeks for it.

Believe me, I understand. I have favorite authors just like any reader. Authors love to read, too and we get just as impatient as our own readers get. I have an author right now who is behind on her books and it’s driving me insane, but you know what? She had a serious illness that nearly killed her and affected her ability to work. She’s back at it and moving along, but after I found out, I felt a little sick that I’d been fuming about waiting.

Sheesh! I remember waiting nearly an entire year for books not all that long ago. Even now, there are some authors who only write one or two books a year. With the dawn of e-book popularity came the expectation of immediate gratification/satisfaction. We can’t wait on anything anymore because for the most part, we don’t have to. If we can’t get what we want right now, we move on to the next person/business who can.

Still there are some of us diehard fans of those really exceptional authors who do wait. And even if we read other books while we wait, we keep watch for when the golden goose lays that golden egg for us. Then we snatch it up, prepare for a marathon session of reading all night and all day until we finish it. Then once again we are back to waiting, waiting…

So for those of you who have been waiting for the next Ghost Riders book, its out!
Book five, Being the Bikers’ Old Lady is now available at Siren Bookstrand http://bit.ly/1J0VTtm
 
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Delta vowed to leave the biker world behind but didn’t count on Butch and Walker’s determination. After growing up in the dangerous MC world where women rarely held any status outside of their men, Delta didn’t want that lifestyle now that she was an adult. She learned that sometimes expensive clothes and important careers aren’t indications that a man will be a good husband.
 
When an ex-boyfriend needs her silenced over something she’d seen, Delta ends up under the protection of two sexy bikers as their old Lady. Things got complicated fast. These bikers weren’t like any biker MC she’d ever been around before. Suddenly being an old lady didn’t seem quite as bad as she’d thought, but was she just an obligation or did they have a future with her as their old lady?


me-mm-ww-abbystwowarriors3And for the Amazon “One Click”, Wonders, of which I’m a charter member myself, book two of the Wounded Warrior Series, Abby’s Two Warriors is available for your reading pleasure.   http://amzn.to/1CUuCEl


See you in the waiting line!

Marla Monroe
 
Twitter: @MarlaMonroe1
                          

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

GUEST POST FOR Normandie Alleman on Poor Little Daddy's Girl

Meet the Dream Cast for
 
 
Poor Little Daddy's Girl
 
Twenty-four-year-old Charmaine Bainbridge appears to have it all—beauty, fame, and tremendous wealth—yet behind all the glitz and glamor hides a sad little girl who has been abandoned by every man she’s ever loved.
By
Meet Normandie Alleman.  A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.



 
 
Poor Little Daddy's Girl
When firefighter Hunter Baldwin saves Charmaine from a fire in her penthouse apartment—a blaze started by her own carelessness—he’s appalled by her nonchalant attitude. Forced to carry her to safety, he throws her over his shoulder, but not before correcting her behavior with a well-deserved spanking. Something about Charmaine arouses him deeply, and it isn’t just her gorgeous looks. This girl needs to be firmly corrected and thoroughly dominated, and a part of Hunter demands that he be the one to take her in hand.
Though he’s used to charging into burning buildings on a daily basis, Hunter knows taming Charmaine’s wild ways may prove to be his greatest challenge yet. Undeterred, he takes on the role of Charmaine’s daddy dom in hopes of breaking down her defenses and healing her wounds. But can she bring herself to open her heart to him, or will she remain the lonely little rich girl forever?





Oh how fun it is to dream up a cast for your book! It’s an author’s dream task. Here’s who I’d love to see starring in the film version of Poor Little Daddy’s Girl. Charmaine would have to be played by the stunning Mena Suvari. Mena exemplified the “naughty little sexpot” in American Beauty and she just looks like she could be a wealthy socialite/local celebrity and party girl.

 

Jason Lewis (the stunning suitor from Sex & the City who almost tamed Samantha) would make a brilliant Hunter. Handsome and buff, Jason also excels as the strong, silent type who is capable of letting his woman take center stage. He’s also surprisingly grounded, just like our favorite firefighting Daddy Dom, Hunter.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
Poor Little Daddy’s Girl is the third book in the Daddy’s Girl Series and I’d love to cast even more of the series characters, most notably Taye Diggs as the flamboyant Dallas Vipers wide receiver Natron Dakers (Daddy’s Game), and Matt Bomer as Daddy Morebucks himself (James) from the first book.
 
Curious which characters would be played by Kate Hudson, Henry Cavill, and Idena Menzel? Check out my Daddy’s Girl Pinterest Board. http://www.pinterest.com/NormandieA/the-daddys-girls-series/
Excerpt
Charmaine robotically fastened her seat belt, dazed from the passionate kiss Hunter had just planted on her. Whew, her legs had gone all Jell-O on her, and she’d been afraid she might slide to the ground. A side effect from her concussion last weekend or pure lust? Difficult to determine.
“Where will you take me next?” Usually she would have told him where she wanted to go, but for some reason, tonight it pleased her to let Hunter take charge of their evening.
“I thought we could go back to my place. You still haven’t received that punishment I owe you.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
Her heart sunk. A punishment? That didn’t sound like a fun time at all. She was no pain slut, and she had a feeling he would inflict some pain if given the opportunity. Using her safe word was always an option. Nah, she couldn’t have him thinking he was too much for her.
“Fine,” she said, trying to keep her voice as neutral as possible.
When they got to his place they took the rattle-y old elevator to his apartment. Once inside, Charmaine felt the buzz of happiness. His place was growing on her.
“Why don’t you go into the bedroom and take off your clothes,” Hunter said as casually as if he asked her to hand him a paper towel.
“Just like that?” she asked in a voice that dripped sarcasm.
“Just like that.”
Her heart rate sped up. How arrogant could he be, just assuming she was going to get naked for him? Who did he think he was? Clearly he didn’t know she had considered standing him up tonight.
“You should at least offer me a drink,” she snipped.
“I’m sorry. Where are my manners? Would you like some water, Charmaine?”
“Water?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I was thinking beer or some wine…”
“I’m sure you were but you’ve had enough to drink tonight, tiger.”
“You’re an ass, you know that?” she asked, pressing her lips together in anger.
“So I’ve been told. Do you want some water or not?”
“Ugh. Fine, I’ll take some, but I’m not getting undressed!” She huffed loudly and went to sit in the ugly recliner, trying to shut out the pictures in her head of the way he’d pleasured her there. She wanted to stay mad at him.
He brought her a glass of water with two ice cubes in it. She took a sip then set the glass down on the coffee table. Hunter tilted her chin up toward him. “Hey,” he said.
She gave him a pronounced pout. “What?”
“Don’t be like that,” he chided her.
“Like what?” she said, sticking her lower lip out as far as it could go.
“All pouty and bratty, like a naughty little girl.”
“Why? What will you do?” she said, her interest growing.
“I might have to spank you with my belt.”
“With your belt?” Her blue eyes grew huge.
He nodded. “Now, please go into the bedroom and take off your clothes. If you don’t want to take off your top you may leave on your blouse, but off with your skirt and no panties.”
The way he’d taken control of the situation, firmly yet gently, captivated her. “Well, since you asked nicely…” she said and went into the bedroom where she took off all of her clothes. Unsure what to do next, she lay down on her tummy on the bed.
She heard him come into the room, then heard the “ziiiiiiip” as he yanked his belt out of his belt loops. No one had ever hit her with a belt before, and she wasn’t sure she could take it. Remember you have a safe word—Kimberly’s advice rang in her ears, and she took a deep breath. Breathing always helped her get through a spanking.
“Charmaine, what are you being punished for?”
She wanted to roll her eyes and offer a smartass retort, but she squashed her obnoxious side and answered dutifully, “For not following your instructions after the car wreck.”
“That is correct. Anything else?”
“Being bratty?”
“Exactly.”
She lay there, quietly on the bed for several minutes trying not to tense up her muscles, a challenge since any second she anticipated a leather strap would wallop her butt.
Then it came. The impact of the belt cracking against her buttocks. Ouch! It hurt, but not as badly as she’d expected. She exhaled and reminded herself not to hold her breath.
Another swat came down, this time she could actually feel the supple texture of the leather against her backside. It made an impression that was both pleasurable and painful at the same time. She writhed on the bed, eager to experience more.
“See? It’s not so bad is it?”
“No, sir.”
Thwap! The slapping sound resonated throughout the room.
Thwap! The lashes were beginning to sting. She imagined her bottom must be turning pink by this point, and she was getting wetter as her arousal built.
Thwack! That one hit lower on her ass and she prayed he wouldn’t go onto her thighs. Thigh spankings could be killers.
Fortunately, Hunter was no sadist, and he kept his swats to her rear end.
His smacks were starting to burn, and now she made a small cry with each one.
He must have realized she was getting close to her limit because with one final whack he asked, “What have you learned from this?”
“To listen to what you say, do what you ask, and not be bratty.”
He sat down heavy on the bed next to her. “That about sums it up.” He curled his body next to her and rubbed his palm over her reddened flesh which now felt like it was on fire. His caresses served as a salve, mitigating the pain, and she moved to press her naked body against his clothed one.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said playfully.
“You’re welcome, Kitten.”
She stroked his cheek with her hand. “Kitten?”
“Yeah. You’re a tiger most of the time, but when I tame you, you turn into the most adorable little kitten.” Her heart fluttered in her chest, and her pussy throbbed with need. At that moment there was nothing in the entire world she wanted more than to be his kitten.
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Publisher’s Note: Poor Little Daddy’s Girl is the third book in the Daddy’s Girl series. It incorporates characters from the first two books in the series, but it is a stand-alone novel. This book includes spankings, sexual scenes, BDSM content, and more.
 
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Saturday, January 17, 2015

Their Forever Home


Vella's  decision on whether to accept Carver as her other husband will determine if Carver can stay at the compound or has to leave. How can she turn away from one of the men who saved her life not once, but twice and never showed her anything but kindness?
 
Outside of the compound winter is about to strike and few men would be able to survive it without having made preparations in advance. Seeing Carver walk out into the surrounding woods would surely break her. No. Vella loved him and if that meant overlooking the fact that he'd once been a member of the Bondsmen who'd killed her brother and the only family she'd had left then that was what she was prepared to do.
 
Find out what happens next in book thirteen of Men of the Border Lands. A new era has begun on an Earth ravaged by thousands of storms, fires, floods, and famine. The diseases that swept over the survivors afterwards finished off the remainder of the weak. Now all that was left were those nature deemed smart enough and  brave enough to have survived.

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“No more talk, guys,” Lance said as he settled between her legs once more. “I’m hungry and she’s lying here spread open like a feast before me. I’m not wasting one second of this.”
She gasped as Lance’s tongue flicked over her clit in rapid movements that had her digging her fingers into the blankets to the hard cave rock underneath. He sank two fingers into her cunt this time and as he pumped them and sucked on her clit, pressure built deep in her womb, yet the friction wasn’t quite enough. Vella lifted one hand and scratched down the center of Carver’s chest.
“Please. I need something. I’m so close already,” she pleaded.
Carver growled before taken one of her nipples in his mouth while squeezing the other with his fingers. His teeth worried the swollen nub even as he twisted the other nipple between his fingers. Vella exploded all over them.
“Yes!” she screamed. “Lance, so good. Carver. God, Carver!”
“Give it all to us, babe,” Carver demanded. 
She couldn’t stop the tremors that racked her body as she slowly came down from the best orgasm of her life. If that felt that amazing, how much better would actual intercourse be? She was almost too worried to find out. Almost, but not quite enough to put a stop to their play.
Vella lay panting with her eyes closed. She didn’t have the energy to open them until someone covered her body with theirs. They snapped open at the barely there weight to find Carver staring down at her.
“I want a taste of you before Lance fucks you. That little taste wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy me, babe. I can see I’m going to spend a lot of time buried in your sweet pussy, Vella.” Carver claimed her mouth as only he could do.
The aggressive way he took control of the kiss from the very beginning turned her own in so many ways. The soft growl ramped up her arousal even though she’d just had an orgasm worth writing home about. Carver almost forced her to accept his tongue and the desperate attack it waged in her mouth. No spot was unclaimed as he slowly withdrew only to nibble on her lips before he pulled back to stare at her again.
Before she managed to ask him what he was looking at, Carver kissed and bit his way down her body until spread her legs even farther apart than Lance had. If he ate her pussy anything like how he kissed, Vella was pretty sure she’d come again. The man didn’t do anything half way or slow and easy.
“Fuck me, you smell like heaven,” Carver snarled just before he ran his tongue from slit to clit and back down again.
“Oh. My. God!” It was all she managed to get out before he’d stabbed her pussy with his thick tongue, fucking her with it like a battering ram.
Even as he penetrated her cunt with two fingers, Carver growled against her clit, sending sharp zings straight to her center. Vella was sure she was leaking her juices faster than he could lap them up. Her thighs felt wet from his mouth and her cream. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten so turned on. She wasn’t even sure she ever had.
“So damn good, babe. I could lick your sweet juices all day,” he said in a growly voice.
“Come on, Carver. That’s enough. You’re going to have her so swollen I won’t be able to get inside of her without it being uncomfortable for her,” Lance said.
Vella sighed when Carver released her clit in both disappointment and dread. Lance was right, much more stimulation and she’d be too swollen for either one of them to get inside her. She really wanted that to happen. All three of them needed that connection to get started bonding.
Who am I kidding? I want to feel them inside of me. I can’t even begin to imagine what it will feel like to take them both at the same time.
If she were honest with herself, Vella would admit that she was a little frightened of trying that. She had no doubt that they would understand and go slow with her. She was sure Lance would and Carver would follow his lead.
“Damn you’re addictive, woman,” Carver said on a huff just before he moved back.
Vella wasn’t sure what to expect next. When Lance took her face in both of his hands she wanted to rub her cheeks against the callused palms. This felt right to her. The feel of his rough skin and the heat of his now nude body pressed against hers, skin to skin was nearly her undoing. The intimacy of the moment choked her up and without thinking about it, she reached out to Carver, needing to touch him as well.
For a second she didn’t think he would take her offered hand, but then his much larger hand enclosed hers. In that moment, a spark seemed to travel through them where they touched, linking them together just as Lance pressed his cock inside her wet slit.
 
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