I’m still on holiday, but I’ve been meaning to review some spanking novels for some time now, so it’s a good time to start with The Land of Khys series by Nattie Jones, which is, without any exaggeration, one of the very best spanking novel series I’ve ever read.

Review:

Probably one of my favorite disciplinary fantasy world makers, Nattie Jones is a serious talent. Her Land of Khys books are rich and memorable, mostly because she manages to make fantasy elements seem gritty and oh so real. Lovers of ‘Alpha Males’ will adore the Dragon Masters, men who are masterful in and out of the bedroom. There are several female protagonists in the series, each of them with well developed characters and vivid personalities. My personal favorite comes in one of the later novels, but this is a series to be devoured from start to finish.

The Khys novels are spanking romances, but there is much more to the series than that. Khys is a world in which women subjugated by their very gender (girls are put on the ‘Choosing Block’ when they come of age, much like prime cattle) make their mark on the world in spite of their relative disadvantages. I love the way the author manages to create characters who can enjoy a certain level of submission (enforced by regular and very sound spankings) yet also act independently in ways that influence the course of the kingdom.

The phrase ‘strong alpha male’ is one bandied about a lot in romantic fiction and Nattie Jones has created heroines to match, strong, smart women who are worthy mates and adversaries. Anyone looking to immerse themselves in a world where a well spanked woman is the rule rather than the exception, where queens and urchins alike can find loving discipline at the hands of masterful men and where dragons soar should step into the Land of Khys.

If you want to dip your toe into the series without making too great a commitment, there is a 99 cent prequel, but anyone who loves M/F spanking romance is probably going to end up slam bang in the thick of the main books before you can say ‘spanked by a man who rides dragons’.

The Captured Maiden: The Land of Khys Prequel (99 cents!)

Dragonmaster: Land of Khys Book One

In case you wondered, yes, I’m still working on the Iskendar series :)

Iskendari Rebels

“You promised!” Kai growled with fury as Lucian wrapped his leather clad arm around her waist and hefted her up from the ground.

“I am the king. Your king,” he reminded her, his dark curtain of hair obscuring them both as Kai attempted to fight his will. It was a battle she was destined to fail as his gloved hand reached between her thighs, parting them so that she could be pinned between his legs more effectively, one leg trapped underneath his armored knee whist the other flailed uselessly.
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Iskendar is a harsh land, especially for rebellious young women who refuse to quietly accept their place in the world. When rough urchin Kai and cosseted Priestess-to-be Lucy meet in the midst of their own personal rebellions, worlds collide.

Is their passionate attraction and the firm hand of the powerful noblewoman Rael enough to subdue them to the useful and the good? Or will their rebellion eventually tear them, and Iskendar, apart?

REBEL PRINCESS is a 20,000 word erotic novella, the first in the Iskendari Rebels series. It contains both M/F and F/F sexual content.

Snippety snip:

“Kai.” Rael said warningly.

Kai struggled out of bed grumpily. “Where’s the fucking fire?” she growled as she did. Rael’s gaze was sharp to say the least.

“Please refrain from using that language,” she said, her tone deceptively soft.

“I’ll speak how the fuck I want to,” Kai replied petulantly, turning her back on Rael dismissively. In the next moment a pain seared through her backside, and even as she squealed she wondered where Rael had taken the hot poker from, so intensely did her backside burn. That train of thought was quickly cut short as she was lifted by the scruff of her neck and swung around to face the woman. Lifted up so her feet were off the floor, she dangled before those intense gray eyes, which now seemed to burn into hers.

“You will not disrespect me in that fashion, and you will not disrespect yourself by behaving in such a manner, do you understand me?” Rael spoke softly, but each word fell on Kai’s ears in no uncertain manner. She felt a shiver run along her spine as she was allowed a glimpse into the soul of the woman holding her and saw, for a fleeting second, just what she was capable of.

“Yes ma’am,” she whimpered.

Rebel Princess is the first book in what I am now calling the Iskendari Rebels series. Because why not. Some details are changed from the original. Without spoiling too much, I didn’t think it realistic that Kai would roll over for Lucian the moment they met, so that encounter and a couple others are slightly different.

Read the first chapter!

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The Miscreant and the Master was the first spanking book I ever had published all the way back in 2009, which seems like a lifetime ago now. It has been with Blushing Books for several years, but I have it back now and in addition to the new cover (which I love) it’s getting a working over. It should be out again by the end of the month, all things going well. (And no, I haven’t forgotten about the Rigel prequel, that is coming too!

(Cover by Covers for eBooks)

The basic synopsis of the story is this: Ayko is a vagrant would-be storyteller who decides to spurn her family, refuse her arranged marriage and wander off into the wilderness. Whilst on her way to the city of Q’un she accidentally stumbles into the territory of soldiers and nobleman from the aforementioned city. It is a dangerous time to be wandering about day dreaming as tensions between the Imperial North and the Independent South are on the rise. After being caught unawares Ayko finds herself under the command of a man for the first time in her life. Suffice to say, she doesn’t particularly like having to do what she’s told – and she likes it even less when she discovers that the price for disobedience is a very sore bottom.

Excerpt:

She was beginning to worry about the sheer barrenness of the lands when over to her left, a series of tents slowly came into view. She had missed them at first because they were a whitish yellow color and seemed to almost blend into the earth itself. Ayko stopped and counted them from a distance in the hope that it might be a settlement of some size, however the few tents she could see were unlikely to house enough people to support a storyteller, so she continued on her way, buoyed by the evidence of some civilization and now dreaming of finding her way to Q’un, where her stories would no doubt be recited in all the best playhouses, and read in all the most popular scrolls. (more…)

Two of my spanking romances which were exclusive to Spanking Romance are now available on Blushing Books.

Master of Thieves

Terminally misbehaved apprentice Rayna is the worst thief in the world. That won’t stop her trying to gain access to the notorious Thieves Guild though, even if she has to rob every vault in the city to do it.

If Rafe, the charismatic Master of Thieves, hadn’t noticed her before he certainly notices her once she executes a plan that throws the entire guild into pandemonium. If the attentions of a stern Master weren’t enough for one miscreant to deal with, there’s also Peta, the most powerful woman in the guild, and an authority that Rayna can’t seem to help crossing.

If she’s to survive the Thieves Guild, Rayna will have to have more than just a tough hide, she’ll need to find a way to make peace with those in power, a task that will push her feeble powers of obedience to the very limit.

Read a sample…

A Governess Named Trouble

A French governess employed to tame Cyril Hardy’s notoriously wild brood of sons, Francine Trouble (pronounced ‘Trublay’) soon proves to be more problematic than the boys themselves.

“But now, now I have plenty of time to tend to my wayward revolutionary,” he said, his voice thick not with censure, but with desire. He wanted her, Frankie knew that much, it was in his every breath.

“You taught my sons about that bloody revolution simply to tease me, did you not? To see what I might do if you teach the sons of an aristocrat that all aristocrats are tyrannical, hmmm? Shall I show you tyranny, my pretty little citoyenne?”

Read a sample…

Devlin’s seminal work, heh, seminal, is collected in the first Maid for all Seasons book. I downloaded it and read it and these are my impressions, recorded as they came to me :)

A Review of A Maid for All Seasons Volumes 1 and 2, Deluxe Revised Edition

Is there such a thing as wholesome erotica? If so, the first Maid For All Seasons collection, (volumes one and two no less) is it. And by it, I of course mean, wholesomely erotic.

Though each page seemed more filled than the next with the feminine exploration of sex and sensuality, and though rods and paddles and implements of all kinds were brought to bear on deserving rumps, Devlin O’Neill’s trademark tenderness shone through all the encounters, turning potentially sordid scenes into charmingly arousing exploits.

There’s quite a variety of stories in this collection from the historical to the contemporary, so if maids and seasons don’t appeal, there are also rebellious tattooed teenagers to contend with and a whole lot of girl on girl action to boot.

Did I mention that this collection is massive? It’s huge. More words than you can swing a cat at. If you like a lot of bang for your buck, the maid will provide it in abundance.

Get it on the Amazon!

Devlin O’Neill, a man of impeccable taste and quite an eye for ‘o’s placed where ‘e’s should be has said very nice things about Miss Munroe over on his blite, for which he earns my eternal thanks! You should pop over there and say hello to him and pick up some of his works. There’s a rather large ‘Maid for All Seasons’ series that I’m currently working through and it has a little something for everybody. But more on that anon, when I have finished it and am able to sit in my armchair and make more qualified statements.

In the meantime, did you know that Miss Munroe has a prequel, a prequel which has been sitting around for well over a year doing very little but clutter up the furniture? Well it has. I’m not entirely sure what to do with it as it is only 7,000 words, which is just a short story. I think I had once intended to write several of those stories but I got distracted by shiny things.

Here’s a little snippet from Impudence Lost:

The youngest child of Lord Montery, Lisse Montery was undoubtedly the wild child of her family. Whilst her older sisters had married well, Lisse refused suitor after suitor. This concerned her father and threatened to break her mother’s heart. It was certainly not for lack of physical appeal that she was unable to find a good match, she was an attractive young lady with a full bosom and slim waist, and the mischief which always seemed to dance in her eyes was alluring to young men and old.

No, the reason for Lisse’s brush with spinsterhood is best described in the form of this tale. Our first meeting with Lisse was at a dinner party held by Lord Montery. Walker and I received the invitation unexpectedly one Thursday afternoon and having nothing else planned for the weekend, we arrived at his country home by carriage on Friday just before dark, as the dusk was beginning to gather. The old stone building was imposing against the moor sky, but lights shone merrily from the windows, cheering us both. It had been a long drive from London and Walker and I were quite famished.

We dismounted and made for the front door, but before we could so much as knock upon the great doors, one was flung open and Lisse Montery barreled out, straight into Walker with so much force that she knocked him off his feet entirely. Together they went to the ground in a tangle of long brown curls, flowing formal dress and coat and tails. (more…)

I am travel weary and worn and frayed around the edges and slightly stained, but I thought you should know, if you are the sort of person who is interested in such things, that the second series of Military Discipline is now running exclusively on Bethany’s Woodshed.

Book Two sees Zora all but abandoned in a remote mountain town and drinking herself into whatever comes after a stupor. It seems as though she’s destined to spend the rest of her days knocking back whatever happens to be on the top shelf of Iron Horse’s only bar, but then, of course, something interesting happens. The something interesting comes in the form of  Tex, a mysterious and fairly handsome older man who knows far too much about Zora’s dangerous past for her liking.

Read the first chapter for free!

Serenity Everton, also on twitter as @asparkle2 has kindly written a very nice piece about my M/F spanking story, The Taming of Miss Munroe.  She also has a very on-point analysis of why Miss Munroe has a blighted one star rating, not the sort of thing authors generally like to mention in polite company. Fortunately I have very little shame in these matters, which is why I have not pulled my books off Amazon and retired to a hole to hang my head and eat mud.

Serenity writes:

As a case in point, The Taming of Miss Munroe by Loki Renard is a classic example. This well-written story is spanking fiction. Not erotica. Not precisely historical romance, either.  Sex does not take center stage, or left or right stage. And yet Amazon has unfortunately relegated it to these broadly defined categories, so that careless buyers who were expecting something more, um, explicit are disappointed. Likewise, readers expecting something more innocent are shocked.

Click here to read more!

This was supposed to be a tiny little couple hundred word mini-post thing, but it got out of control. Even the posts around here don’t behave themselves. Something ought to be done about that.

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“You can’t spank me,” she says, her eyes flashing warning.

He is not listening. He is removing the cuff-links from his shirt sleeves, methodically placing one then the other on the coffee table. He has said that she is to be spanked. He has said it as if it is the most natural and necessary thing in the world.

“Don’t you dare.” She backs towards an exit, just in case the unthinkable happens and he does actually dare.

He looks at her mildly, his intention plain as he begins rolling his shirt sleeves up over his forearms, which now seem to her to be ridiculously overdeveloped. What has he been doing that the mucles flex visibly with even the smallest movement?

A curl of his salt and pepper has fallen into his eyes, he pushes it back then beckons to her. One finger crooked. Here. Now.

She shakes her head. “No!” Her voice cracks with outrage. “No we are not doing this!”

“Come here, young lady.” His voice is steady and low.

“No,” she insists. “No. No. No. No. No.” She shakes her head, lashing her pony tail from side to side.
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Devlin O’Neill needs no introduction, he is to spanking stories what Bieber is to tween music. (Think, excited, screaming girls, but not for quite the same reason.) His book ‘Uncle Devlin’s Bedtime Stories’ is a wonderful collection which I recently read and indeed, reviewed.

Discipline that is benevolently loving, spine-tinglingly stern and undeniably erotic is hard to come by, but Devlin O’Neill walks these three tightropes with the greatest of ease in Uncle Devlin’s Bedtime Stories.

I thought I was hardened to spanking fiction from years of consumption, but as I read the stories I found my eyes going wide as I giggled profanities ‘Uncle Devlin’ would not have approved of in the slightest.

There are a lot of spanking stories out there, but Devlin’s are special due to the genuine fondness for his spankees which is evident in every word. Even when a girl is being thoroughly thrashed to the point of tears, she knows she is cared for, which, for some reason I can’t quite put my finger on, makes the harsher (but very well deserved) punishments all the more… *ahem* exciting.

Devlin’s brilliant writing, fertile imagination and prodigious understanding of what makes a naughty young lady tick make this collection of bedtime stories a must have for any spanking aficionado.

Get Uncle Devlin’s Bedtime Stories on Amazon Kindle!

This is a little something I’ve got tucked away in my ‘to do’ list of stories…

The premise, such as it is:

Before Mary Sue’s mother died, she made her husband promise one thing, that her daughter would be a proper lady. Now at the ripe old age of nineteen Mary Sue has been sent away to be ‘finished’ under the eagle eye of Master Deacon, a strict British gentleman who lives in the city. Mary Sue does not care for the city, nor does she particularly care for the type of discipline Master Deacon views as necessary for any well bred young lady.

An excerpt from the tale so far…

“Come along Mary Sue, Master Deacon is waiting,” Ms Beasley’s voice held a note of impatience and something else Mary Sue couldn’t quite place.

Huddled under the covers, Mary Sue’s reply was muffled. “I am not going to have dinner tonight. I am not hungry.”

Ms Beasley’s face went a peculiar shade of purply-red and her cheeks puffed out like sails. “Get up girl and go downstairs!” The worthy woman pointed a pudgy finger toward the bedroom door.

“No. She can stay as she is.” Master Deacon’s voice came swiftly from the hall. “I will adress her disobedience myself.” Mary Sue’s eyes grew wide at the intrusion as Master Deacon walked into her room, a thick wooden hairbrush held in his right hand. He looked even taller and broader in the little room and she found herself feeling all uncomfortable and prickly as he regarded her with a stern gaze. “I did tell you to come downstairs, did I not?”

“But I didn’t want to.” Mary Sue spoke plainly, no trace of petulance or defiance in her tone.

His moustache twitched as he regarded her solemnly. “What you want is not as important as what you were told to do.”

The concept of doing as she was told was quite foreign to Mary Sue. She was not accustomed to being told what to do. Sure, father sometimes told her to get the cows in or get the children ready, but those were tasks that needed to be done. Father would never have insisted on her eating dinner when she didn’t want to.

“You seem confused,” Master Deacon said, cocking his head to the side. “Let me clarify matters for you. Whilst you are under my roof, you will obey me. If you do not, there will be consequences.”

“What sort of consequences?” Mary Sue eyed the hairbrush suspiciously.

“It depends. On some occasions I might assign lines or an essay as a punishment. For the most part I prefer a physical reminder.” He lifted the hairbrush and Mary Sue caught his meaning immediately. The stories she’d heard were true, Master Deacon intended to strike her!

She shrank back from the man in utter horror, clutching the bedclothes up to her chest. “You would beat me,” she gasped, her fingers trembling as she held the blankets like a shield.

“Not beat, dear girl. Spank.”

“I beg you, please do not strike me,” Mary Sue pleaded piteously.

“You have earned a punishment with your disobedience. If I do not teach you that there are consequences you will not have reason to believe me on the next occasion.” Master Deacon put the hairbrush down on the dresser and closed the door behind himself, shutting Ms Beasley out in the hall.

Mary Sue let out a squeak of fear, shaking her head quite certainly. Her curls flailed about her crown, obscuring her pretty face. “You cannot do such a thing, I beg you!”
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So Chapter 18 of Military Discipline, (a series now running on Bethany’s Woodshed) is shaping up to be one long torrid spanking and sex scene. Which is fine, because hey, everyone enjoys a little torrid spanky sex and even though the word ‘romance’ is displayed prominently across 99% of my works, everyone calls it erotica anyway, so what the hell, I’ll roll with it. This is what happens when I write in bed. If I did all my work in bed, everything would have sex scenes in it. Even the non-fiction work I do for corporates, actually, especially the non-fiction work I do for corporates. The sooner we can re-define everything as erotica, the better.

I love all my novellas, but some I love a little more – usually because they’re rebellious and they don’t give a damn about conforming to expectations. Demolition Girl is the redheaded stepchild of spanking romance.  It has mobsters and explosions and radioactive contamination – which, if I had my way, would become the new standard for all romance.

A blurb, I have one for you!

A cyberpunk tale of disobedience and discipline, Demolition Girl is the story of Tyler, a explosives expert with little regard for the law. She has five million problems and they’re all owed to Boss, the mob overlord of the burned out city of Baltham. When Boss gets tired of waiting for Tyler to pay back her debt, he puts a special man on her case, a ‘compliance specialist’ by the name of Jeremy Blade. Tyler’s not exactly used to doing as she’s told, but Jeremy has firm ideas about how the chronically misbehaved woman should be treated and most of them have to do with the liberal application of his hard palm to her very deserving bottom

Excerpt:

Most stories start with a beginning. This one starts with an ending. The white flash catches your retina first, a bolt of energy powerful enough to blind you for a few seconds. Then you see the orange mushroom glow rising at the core of the explosion as the shock wave, unseen, but with the power to tear flesh and stone apart radiates outward faster than the mind can comprehend. Before the first shock wave dissipates it triggers yet another wave, less powerful, but still potentially deadly. It’s not the glowing fireball that gets you, it’s the power of pressurized air suddenly made stronger than almost anything in its path. That same air you’re breathing now, the air you rely on for your existence, has the power to kill you under the right conditions. I know this because knowing this is the difference between life and death, being derelict on the streets and living in well appointed luxury.

We’re at war. At night various parts of the city light up with what often look like fireworks displays but are explosions of a much more deadly kind. The central enclave, the green zone as we like to call it, is about the only place that doesn’t have blast damage. There are a few hundred apartment buildings in the green zone, but the bulk of the city is spread around it, a sprawling mass of soot ravaged humanity just trying to get by.

The official story is that we’re at peace. If you read the propaganda papers or watch the shiny talky heads, then you’ll ‘know’ the war is over. The national guard are supposed to have control of the place, but that’s anything but true. At night the soldiers retreat inside the high walls of the green zone and the  bulk of the population are left to fend for themselves between groups of mobsters and wannabe warlords who are over weaponized and under educated.

The city is dark and dirty and dangerous – a triple D threat. You’d have to be crazy to live here, but I love this place. It’s perfect for someone with my skill set and because there are so many places where the law just won’t go, there’s a lot of scope for anyone who wants to live outside the lines. I’m not saying everyone in Baltham is a crook, I’m just saying right and wrong aren’t black and white around these parts. Certainly not if you want to stay alive for very long, and definitely not if you want to make your way up in the world.

Me, I’ve got a nice little place in the green zone. A safe haven for when it gets too hairy or messy out in the wider city. A one bedroom apartment the size of a shoe box will run you a couple million in the green zone. I’ve got two bedrooms and a bath. How did I afford that sort of luxury? Let’s just say I’m good at what I do.

Read the first chapter for free on Spanking Romance…

Want to know more about Eventide? Here’s some burbling rambling that might enlighten somewhat…