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Here’s some good news from the world of Loki Renard.

First of all, Taming the Wilde has hit #10 on Amazon for British Historical Romance. Set in fairly dire times, this was a challenge to write, but an enjoyable one. Serious business and all that. It features a true disciplinarian for a hero, a man whose entire purpose in life is keeping unruly women in line. And, of course, there’s a headstrong and noble heroine who finds him insufferable from the outset. There’s no shortage of swift and stern correction as the Wilde is tamed.

Second of all, Cuffs, my latest lesbian romance, has spent an entire month in the top 50 Lesbian books. That’s an unprecedented success for me. It’s one thing to sort of bounce on and off the bestselling lists – it’s another thing to stay there for a protracted period of time. So thank you if you bought Cuffs, and if you didn’t, maybe you should. It’s pretty hot right now :D

Taming the Wilde, Historical Spanking Romance

Beholde, ye of the spanking and romantic persuasions! Finally released as an ebook is my historical spanking romance novel, Taming the Wilde. Set during the days when the Brits got away with transporting their undesireables around the globe, Taming the Wilde follows the fortunes of one Jane Wilde – a spirited and tempestuous young woman who finds herself on the wrong side of the law.

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Young Jane Wilde was once a noblewoman, but the coming of a dark plague and winds of ill fortune have led her to the streets of London where she survives on her wits alone, stealing enough food to eat, and fencing enough pretty jewelry to keep a roof over her head.

Unfortunately for the once Lady Wilde, the British empire is still in an expansive state and intends to settle the far off Australian continent not only as a penal colony, but as a lawful outpost of the empire. To that end they need women to sate the lusts of the criminal men already languishing in that desolate place. When Jane is caught stealing bread and put before a judge, her sentence is inevitable: deportation.

Once aboard the transportation ship Jane catches the eye of Master Roake, the man charged with overseeing discipline. Jane thinks him cruel and harsh, but her fear does not quell her natural defiance. Indeed, her rebellious nature sets her across his path many times – and equally many times across his knee.

Jane’s proud nature cannot bring her to submit to the man who wields leather as naturally as he breathes. As for Master Roake, he is not a man given easily to sentiment, nor his he accustomed to finding true ladies on his ship and under his lash. And yet, each time they meet in a clash of wills and reddened flesh, a fondness grows.

Soon they will make land. Jane will be forced to serve her sentence in one of the female factories and Master Roake will once more set sail for England. Love is no match for the mighty British Empire.

Or is it?

Check out a sample and download the book here!

Mrs Bolt’s Lady Spanking

“Rules are rules, Annie. You’re going to have to learn that.”

“I was just talking!” I was repeating myself, but the point beared repeating. “That’s not anything bad. It’s allowed for people to talk.”

“Not after the lights go out.” Mrs Bolt was still kind, but she was palming that paddle like she knew how to use it. “Rules are rules, Annie. Now be a good girl and bend over.”

“I’m not a girl! I’m a woman. You don’t paddle women for talking!”

“I’m about to pull down those scrubs of yours and paddle you double for disobedience.”

My mouth fell open in dismay. It wasn’t fair. I was cornered and she had all the power. She could do anything she wanted.

“Come along Annie, bend over. Put your hands on your ankles, or knees if you can’t reach down that far.”

She spoke with a maternal drawl that made it all seem so nice and normal, as if she did this sort of thing all the time.

“Annie… last chance. 3… 2…”

The counting only steeled my resolve. I would not be goaded into obedience with numbers.

“…1. Very well.”

Mrs Bolt reached for me, took me by the arm and drew me around her desk. There was not a lot of room in her little office, but there was enough for her to sit down in her chair and pull a medium-sized woman over her lap – which was precisely what she did. Before I could make further complaint my palms were flat on the institutional carpet, my bottom high above her thigh. She did not feel hard like Kaine. There was a softness to her lap and belly that was quite comfortable and maybe even comforting.

“Now I’m betting you’ve been paddled often enough to know how to take one, so I’ll assume that your disobedience today is a way of trying to establish some kind of control…”

“No!”

“No?” Mrs Bolt patted my cheeks. “No, what?”

“I’ve never been paddled. Ever.”

“Now that seems unlikely…”

“Unlikely as it is, it’s true.”

“So you’ve got a tender hide,” Mrs Bolt said. “Kaine hasn’t toughened it up yet.”

“Nor will he!”

“I think he might, considering how his fiancee managed to land herself a prison term. That seems to indicate a certain need for discipline in the home.”

Mrs Bolt wrapped her arm around my waist and landed a hearty slap to the middle of my bottom. I squeaked like some sort of small rodent, and wriggled over her thighs.

Excerpt from Twilight Trouble.

Good news, too, the final installment in the Small City series will be out later this month. Or early next month. Somewhere in there with the dates and things. And there will be a surprise. A surprising surprise. The best kind.