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Welcome to Saturday Spankings.  This is my first foray into the world of pleasure filled swats but I know you will enjoy my first among many excerpts into this sexy form of erotic punishment.

This week, I have an excerpt from my upcoming BDSM Contemporary Menage set in a castle in the English countryside with one rather frustrated Dom and his naughty submissive.  She's been a bad girl and in definite need of 'Dom-ly' attention.

Enjoy!

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An Excerpt from His Unexpected Love...

                       

                          

“Yes Sir," she said.

"Before I begin, I'm giving you this opportunity to use your safe word and we shall end this session and heretofore our commitment for the weekend, no questions asked.”

It was her insecurity that had gotten her into this trouble and she was not going to let it do it again.  He said she was willful, she would prove to him that she was not.

“No Sir.  I am ready.  You may begin anytime you wish.”

The leather tab on the crop landed on her left cheek with a loud thwack.  She pursed her mouth tight to keep from crying out.

“Julianna I do not hear you counting.”

“One,” she said through gritted teeth.

Another landed on the opposite cheek immediately.  

“Two,” she said breathlessly as tears streaked down her cheeks.

  

He gave her another and another in rapid succession.  With each strike, it was clear how wrong she'd been about him. Not only did he care about her, he desired her too.  She groaned as moisture poured out of her slit. 

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My Sexy Saturday -- A Moment Too Hot To Contain

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. Today I present to you a Sexy excerpt from one of my favorite leading male heroes, Marine Colonel Medoro Keegan. He is a strong a determined man, who's had his heart broken before. But when Caitlin enters his life, he believes he is ready to let her in. Their chemistry is undeniable and their love is forbidden. Will they overcome the odds?

Excerpt

Keegan paused, trying not to stumble over his words. “I’d like to apologize for my behavior the other day. It was unprofessional and uncalled for.”

It wasn’t much of an apology but it was all he could muster at the moment. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he wondered if she would become emotional and demand an answer for what had taken place? Or scream sexual harassment…. He braced himself, waiting for a response.

“I’m glad it happened," Caitlin replied.

Shocked, his eyes widened and his pulse quickened. He swallowed, forcing moisture into his dry throat. Her frank words hit him deep. The hole his wife left in his heart ached, almost killing him inside. Relationships, attachment, belonging to someone, needing another—those feelings were supposed to have been dead along with his wife. And here they were again, rearing their ugly head. Women were too dangerous to love because they wound up abandoning you, leaving you to face life alone.

He glanced at his left hand. He used to wear his gold wedding band as a tribute to the love he and his wife shared. Then it became a constant reminder that she was gone. Now he wondered if he was ready to have a ring on that finger again. Fear entered his heart.

“I’m not sure I am,” he replied, softly.

“I really am.” The sincerity in her voice was evident. “It was the first time I felt alive since I’ve been here, and I don’t regret it one bit.”

He didn’t know what to say. His first clash with her had distracted him to the point of madness. It had been some time since he’d had such a powerful encounter with a woman. The last one to push his buttons that hard, he wound up marrying.

Caitlin was stubborn, mouthy, somewhat insubordinate, and filled with an innate force he had not seen in sometime. She had no problem in standing up for who or what she believed in. He didn’t like the feelings she stirred in him. He dare not consider them. Especially with her. She was a subordinate and a cryo. It was against regulations for him to even think of starting anything with her.

He shifted his stance. His heart pounded in his ears and breaths quickened. “Ms. Driskoll. I don’t know what you expect from me.”

“Nothing more than I expect from myself.”

Before he knew it, he crossed the distance between them and swept her into a searing kiss. He caressed her body, touching every curve. Arousal sped through his body like lightening causing his cock to swell and become rigid. He dug his fingers in her hair and hungrily dominated her mouth, his tongue delving in, playing with hers. Gripping her waist, he lifted her up and placed on her the table. She arched her neck exposing her creamy skin. He nipped and bit at it enjoying its smoothness. He reached up and caressed her breasts, a need filling him to see them, taste them.

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Excerpt Day- From Love's Red Heart, A Futuristic Romance by Virginnia De Parte'

BLURB: LOVE’S RED HEART

In the near future genetically altered individuals live among the wider population, not always trusted, wanted or even accepted. Jill Corban, a nurse from a  g-altered family is  looking for ways to control her chameleon genes. A vacation in to visit her family teaches her these skills and a meeting with Dr. Michael Scott offers her a chance at the kind of love she’s given up hope of ever finding.
   
Their romance takes a dusty trip through the heartland of Australia, blending tales of the Dream Time with adventure. Is their attraction to each other strong enough to survive the challenges of prejudice, a time stopping rescue, and challenges to Michael’s research programme?

Can their desire survive these events and grow into love?      

Discover the beauty of the Red Desert and how the power of love can change a life, for Love’s Red Heart beats within us all.


Excerpt from Love’s Red Heart

“I wanted a few moments alone with you, Jill,” Michael said. Jill looked at him in surprise but his gaze remained fixed on the distance horizon. “I wanted to tell you that like Siobhan I have a smattering of cat genes, but mine are slightly different. Sure I have third eyelids that pop out under stress but mostly I can keep them under control.” He turned to face her and picked up her hand, holding it tight. “I’m blessed with the ability to sense wellness or illness. This makes me very good at my job and puts me ahead of many of my peers, most of whom are not g-altered like you and me.” 

Jill held her tongue between her teeth, not wanting to break the spell. Never had anyone, other than James, taken her into his confidence like this man.

“I also wanted to tell you how attractive I find you. And you’re humming with good health too I might add.” His voice caught and he covered it with a chuckle. A heated blush rose up her neck flooding her face. She turned her head away, unable to help her reaction. Michael gently took her chin and slowly turned her face back towards his. “I think your hair is magnificent and your blushes are equally delightful. Why do you hide them? You should be proud of your genes, and blushes are a sign of modesty. Aren’t they?” 

Tears filled her eyes and over flowed. She wondered if they changed colour as they ran down her cheeks. Two shocks within the hour. First Stella taking her through a jump to disappear behind a rainbow curtain, and now a man telling her she’s beautiful. Was he leading her on? Was this just a load of bullshit? 

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Excerpt Day! From 'A Talent For Loving.' A Futuristic Romance by Virginnia De Parte

BLURB FOR ‘A TALENT FOR LOVING’

Talents come in many guises. 

William and Belinda, two genetically altered individuals meet years after leaving the government-rearing nursery for genetically altered infants. Their late development allowed them to escape a life devoted to the government's defence departments. If their skills are now discovered they are in danger of conscription by the government.

William, whose talent is to move through space between locations in the blink of an eye, has devoted his life to protecting other ex-nursery adults. Belinda occasionally uses her talent, lifting objects of great weight with her thoughts. Their meeting leads to love and a raft of problems both struggle to overcome.

Can they trust each other enough to allow love to bloom? Can they risk the renewed attention of the Defence Department?

A Talent for Loving explores an alternate reality and discovers the one talent neither Belinda nor William can control - love. 

Excerpt

There it was again. 

That tickling on the edge of her safety net. She always put her confusion barrier up when in the city.  Anyone wanting to approach her would be stifled at five paces away, their decision to approach would waver and hopefully they would give up their effort.  Any other pedestrian, not concerned or not noticing her would walk right on through it.  It was a handy device that kept her safe and a secret she shared that put her mother’s mind at rest. 

Besides, you never knew when someone from the ‘Nursery’ might be checking up on your life.  Cursed people.  Thank God she’d escaped, been adopted by loving indulgent parents and was managing to live her life to the fullest 

The sensation tickled her back again and she stopped mid-stride, turned and looked down the street.  There he was again, the same young man who’d stared at her in the supermarket the other day while she’d been shopping with her mother. He had to be about her own age - too young to be a government agent. What did he want from her?  Probably some creep who stalked people, unless it was a co-incidence? Could he be g-altered too? 

Did he recognise her from the Nursery?  The children had mixed socially when they were growing up until the magic age of seven. Any friendships formed were then split asunder as some stayed, some were adopted and some seemed to vanish overnight. His face didn’t ring any bells in her memory. Had he been adopted as well? To be out in the world he must have. Those ‘conscripted’ didn’t enjoy the luxury of free will.

She ran her gaze slowly over him, taking in his tall frame, broad shoulders and thick, dark hair.  He met her gaze with equal interest before she turned and walked on. She could feel his indecision prickling again behind her. If he really wanted to talk to her then her confusion barrier would be stopping him.  A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She could feel his puzzled thoughts bouncing off her barrier, as other pedestrians streamed past close to her and wove between them. No doubt he couldn’t work out how they could get close to her and he couldn’t. 

She wondered if he’d work out how break through the barrier. No one else had so far. It wasn’t that she was against men or found the opposite sex unattractive. It was simply a matter of safety first. On reaching the corner she took the steps into the train station at a run, glad to be out of the wind and stopped to read the digital notice board’s moving message.  There was a ten minute wait till her next train on Platform three. Should she get a coffee to sip on the train?  She checked her barrier, no tickling, no irritation. He must have given up, or moved away.  Pity, obviously no stickability. He’d looked rather nice too. Ah well, he might try again and she just might let him approach next time.

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An Exclusive Excerpt of Erotica Author Elaine Lowe's "Magic Eights"

Here is an exclusive excerpt of 'Magic Eights' for Clare and Her Readers!

She climbed out of the tub and the rush of air over her skin was lovely and cooling making her tingle with need. She grit her teeth, determined to ignore it. Maybe a dull technical journal?


After a towel dry with the super plush terrycloth she indulged in, her hair was efficiently wrapped up in a towel. Then she donned the terribly ugly but comfy maroon silk robe that her mother had gotten her for Christmas last year. Why her mother got her freckled, red-haired daughter things in such colors, Susanna never understood. Still, it was short enough that Will liked to admire her legs and the August heat was such that she would really rather have worn nothing at all. 


One of the benefits of taking a searing hot bath in August, was that it fooled her body into thinking that the air was cool, at least for a little while. Then she’d simply retreat into the air conditioning of the bedroom and curl up with a book or a technical manual and try not to stare
beseechingly at Will to come and fuck her some more.


She sighed softly and opened the door, determined to find out the source of all the
commotion outside.


The hot, humid air of the bathroom gave way to the hot, stuffy air of the hallway. It wasn’t supposed to get this hot in San Francisco! It was supposed to be foggy and overcast and sweater weather in the middle of “summer”. It was not supposed to be hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk. 


She cursed the weather gods and the condo complex’s rules that only allowed them to put an air conditioner in the bedroom. She would have followed Will into the bedroom and tried not to think about jumping his bones, but he must be in the kitchen judging from all the noise. Given how much he hated the heat, that seemed very unusual.


Sure enough, Will was right there, in the kitchen, in the midst of cooking one of his
incredibly intricate meals. Practically naked—except for his apron. And, Will was right
there, in the kitchen, standing at the sink and scrubbing away at a mountain of pans.


Again, almost bare, except for an apron and apparently boxer-briefs that cupped his great ass with TLC.


Soapy water dripped onto the kitchen floor from the overloaded sink and the scent of sautéed garlic wafted up into the air as she stared at the men in her kitchen. Two men. Both completely familiar. Her husband and what appeared to be his twin. Unless Will and his family had been hiding something from her for years.


“I’m dreaming. I fell asleep in the tub and I’m about to drown any second.”


Will…Wills…oh hell, both of them looked up at her with a smile. One said, “Hi, sweetheart!”


And the other, “Are you parboiled enough yet?”


Susanna was pretty sure that if she had been the fainting type, she would have collapsed. As it was she pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and slumped into it, not noticing that her robe gaped open invitingly.


She swallowed and decided to act nonchalant. “Hi…honey. What are you doing out here? I thought you were going to work in the bedroom?”


Chef Will waggled his eyebrows at her as he expertly flipped a pan of mushrooms that were searing to a golden brown. “I know you like my work in the bedroom, but I thought I’d cook you up a nice dinner. I know you hate to cook on a weekday.”


“But it’s Saturday…”


Her words seemed to slide right off of him and he went right back to stirring his pans. Dishwasher Will turned and grinned, “And I wanted to get the dishes done. You know I hate to leave the kitchen a mess if I’m going on a journey.”


She could practically hear the rim shot for the punch line coming, and set him up for the follow-through, though she was almost dreading to hear the conclusion of this setup, “And where are you going then? Crazy?”


“Oh sweetheart, I’m heading down a long, dark, warm tunnel to heaven, and I plan on taking you along for the ride…”


She blushed hotly, “Oh, that was bad. Really bad.”


“I think in the realm of pickup lines, I would be court jester.” He turned back to the dishes, his gorgeous ass barely covered by a pair of black briefs.


“I’ve always preferred the jester to the king. He can make you laugh and has time to give a girl a really good time. Much less stress.”


“See, I knew there was a reason I adored you.” He winked at her and got back to scrubbing a pot that Chef Will must have just finished with. They were a perfect team, sliding past each other in the tiny kitchen with synchronicity to be envied, but they never seemed to acknowledge each other’s existence.


Her brain was simultaneously thinking a thousand things, “What the hell is going on?” or some version thereof took up most of that thousand, but somewhere in there was, “Damn, my husband has a nice ass,” “Wonder what he’s cooking for dinner, it smells good,” and quite prominently,


“Two! The things I could do with two of him!”

An Excerpt of "Rachel's Desire" by Dawne Prochilo

Rachel's Desire

Rachel's Desire Promo

Blurb:

What's a woman to do when her sexual needs are ignored? Every woman has needs and sexual desire.

When Rachel Chambers' married lover is selfish and demanding, she turns to her best friend Kari Burton for support, venting...and love. A girl knows what she needs and right now Rachel needs Kari.

A girl's night in turns into a night of explosive passion and realization of frenzied love.

Excerpt:

Deke Ellington wasn't obsessive compulsive. He just liked order in his life. He kept a routine. A strict schedule was of the utmost importance, even when it came to sex. In and out, literally in six minutes flat. That is, six minutes if his cock cooperated. If not, the act could take up to nine minutes. But good ole' Deke prepared for that nine-minute deadline and if he finished in the six-minutes, then he had three more minutes in his day to be productive.

Rachel Chambers watched the older man as he buttoned his dress shirt. Each button took precisely one and a half seconds to clasp. But who was counting? She stretched under the cotton sheets, her bare legs escaping the confines of the sheet, exposing a perfectly toned leg. She released a yawn as Deke finished buttoning his shirt and moved onto the tuck.

The tuck us, for all mental purposes, the extreme measures Deke took to make sure his shirt was exactly  perfect and evenly positioned into the waistband of his pants. The process annoyed Rachel every time she witnessed it.

She glanced at the bedside alarm clock. Today's f*** was a good one. Deke finished in record time. He arrived, stripped, fucked her and was almost re-dressed in under seven minutes. He'd probably have to try to break the record some day. Wouldn't that be just like him she thought. Get his fuck of the day and be back at his Fortune 500 Company in a matter of a quarter of an hour.

Rachel released an elongated sigh then leaned on her right elbow, “Can't you stay a little longer Deke?”

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