Hot Military Erotica: The Ranger and the Runaway

When eighteen-year-old Sandy returns to her hometown for the first time since running away from her horrible foster family, she doesn’t expect to find herself cornered and accosted by lowlifes outside a seedy bar. A burly, handsome Army Ranger coming to her aid is an even bigger shock, especially when he calmly informs her that she ought to be spanked for being in that part of town, then slips away into the night. Determined to see her rescuer again, Sandy gathers her courage and sneaks onto a nearby military base hoping to find him.

Protecting a woman in need is one thing, but Travis certainly can’t put up with a silly civilian girl trespassing on an army base just to see him. He starts to send her home with a stern lecture, but when she slaps him across the face and then makes a run for it, he decides it is time to teach this feisty girl a lesson she’ll never forget.

Within moments after he catches up with her, Sandy’s bottom is bare and she is getting the spanking of her life, a punishment which leaves her cheeks blushing, her bottom burning, and her body quivering with desire. Travis doesn’t hesitate to give her exactly what she needs, and she soon learns what it means to be taken hard, long, and very thoroughly by a dominant man.

Despite his better judgment, Travis cannot help falling for Sandy just as she has fallen for him, and before long their lust for each other is coupled with a passionate love. But when Sandy is kidnapped by a man set on using her to get to him, will Travis defy his commanding officer and take it upon himself to track her down and bring his girl home safe?

Author’s note: This book is published under my Ginger Darcy pen name, which means that the heat level in this book is a solid 11 out of 10. It contains frequent high intensity BDSM scenes, sexual discipline, spankings, and anal play.

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Coming Soon… The Handler *Cover Reveal*

The only thing more formidable than an advanced super soldier is the man who tames her. Jax is a handler, a man tasked with the most dangerous job in the world – keeping genetically engineered ultra soldiers under control. He does his job very, very well through a combination of natural strength, some synthetic implants, and an iron hard approach to discipline.

Sonya is an ultra soldier, a talented young woman with a bratty streak a mile wide. Unfortunately for Sonya, her old handler just died and she doesn’t like the new one very much at all. Jax is a strong believer in long hard spankings as a consequence for bad behavior, and Sonya is a believer in getting away with damn near everything.

The grieving young woman and her new master clash in a series of erotically charged confrontations during which Jax makes it abundantly clear that she is his in every way possible. He takes her pride, her arrogance and even her virginity.

But an ultra soldier is made for war, and when Sonya is called to the front, she goes gladly, having no idea that she is being sent on a suicide mission.

Jax knows better, but is powerless to save her from her fate – or is he?

For Jax to save Sonya, he will have to go to the ends of the earth and the gates of hell. And for Sonya to survive, she’s going to have to learn that there’s more to life than rebellion and war.

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Seeking Mary Holmes (Victorian Spanking Romance)

This is the second of four excerpts I plan to post of my current WIP, The Good Doctor. The complete book is currently running as a series on Bethany’s Woodshed. The first of these excerpts is available here.

The journey from Thistleborne to Baker Street was fairly extensive, but he made it with the knowledge that he would be suitably compensated. Tending to the cosseted daughters of the wealthy was rewarding in more ways than one, a fortunate thing for him as he was without any other source of income.

Upon arrival at the Holmes residence he rapped upon the door, waited a moment or two, then knocked again. There was no response. He checked his pocket watch and knocked yet again. This time there was a shuffling and then a slow creaking as the door was drawn open slowly to reveal the somewhat shrunken apparition of what he assumed was a butler.

“My name is Doctor Watson,” John said. “And I am here to see Mary Holmes.”

“I am Hudson,” the old man replied. “And Mary Holmes isn’t here.” He made to shut the door again, but John put his shined boot in the door jamb, preventing its closure.

“I am the doctor,” John repeated. “I was called to see Mary Holmes.”

Hudson shook himself like an old dog and tried to explain more thoroughly. “Mary Holmes is gone, sir. Ain’t here sir. She’s somewhere else, sir.”
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An Elementary Spanking, Dear Watson…

This is the first of four excerpts I plan to post of my current WIP, The Good Doctor .  The complete book is currently running as a series on Bethany’s Woodshed

“Stop! Doctor Watson! My bottom! No!”

With a flailing, nearly nude young aristocrat in his grasp, Doctor John Watson was not inclined to acquiesce to the request for several reasons. First among them was the simple fact that he was not done spanking the young lady. Her bottom was pink, but it would become much, much redder before her lesson was learned.

In spite of his patient’s vigorous struggles, she was not likely to escape before he was done with her. He was tall, with a flashing dark eye and well formed features which spoke to good breeding. His teeth were white and his back was strong and his physique was one equally suited to dancing, combat, swimming or thoroughly thrashing a deserving minx such as the one now putting her hand back to cover her cheeks. It was a futile effort, owing to the delicacy of her hand and the relative girth of her rear. He swatted her hand away, and gave her a very firm slap to discourage any further attempts at avoiding punishment.
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Morning Spankings and a Defiant Pet

Sarah doesn’t want to get up early and walk her dog, but Sergeant Austin Black isn’t having any of her attempts to avoid a good dose of discipline…

“Are you sulking?” He asked the question mildly as she joined him, very much pouting.

“No,” Sarah scowled. “But this is stupid.”

“You need discipline,” he reminded her. “Without it, you end up in a heap. So why don’t you try relaxing and letting me give you what you need instead of fighting me every step of the way? I’m used to stubborn little beasts. Don’t think you’re going to wear me out.”

Sarah hid behind her coffee mug as much as that was humanly possible.

“I can’t wake up this early,” she muttered. “This is not a time for people to be awake. Even Nunu isn’t up yet.”

She was right. Nunu remained wrapped up in his blankets on the couch, stoically asleep.

“Nunu!” Austin called his name. Nunu did not stir.

“He puts himself to bed every night at eleven and doesn’t get up until nine,” Sarah said. “He has a routine.”

“He’s the only one in this house who does,” Austin said. “He’ll get up when he realizes there’s something in it for him.”

“And what’s in it for me?”

“Not having your butt warmed before the walk, though that’s becoming a lot less likely every minute you spend not eating breakfast.” He looked at his watch. “If we’re not out of here in ten minutes, I’m going to spank you.”

“Spank me now,” Sarah said. “Then I can at least go back to bed.”

Austin cleared a place on the table and pointed to it. “Bend over.”

“Fine,” Sarah shrugged. “I don’t care.”

She bent over, lifting her bottom high with gleeful defiance. “Spank me.”

“Oh, I’ll spank you,” he said, pushing her nightshirt up over her hips. “We’ll see how eager you are once I’m done with you.”

Sarah held position and waited for his palm to fall. It didn’t. She heard him messing around in the kitchen, but she couldn’t see what he was doing. It became clear fairly quickly when he returned to her side, put his palm on her lower back and smacked her hard with something much smaller and harder than his hand.

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s a wooden spoon,” he said. “Very effective on spoiled brats who don’t think that a spanking is a big deal.” He brought the spoon down again several more times, whacking her hard and fast. Each swat burst across her bottom with a sting that seemed far greater than such a relatively small implement could be expected to have. An ache followed, quickly replaced by another sting when he brought the spoon down yet again.

Sarah tried to stand up, but Austin held her firmly in place, spanking her through increasingly vociferous complaints.

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Medical Experiments and an Intimate Inspection…

Abducted, kidnapped and subsequently probed by what might very well might be the last man in existence, young Lyra is in trouble in The Rebel’s Mate

Things were strained on the ship and they did not improve. Over the following days and weeks they were pursued hotly by the Vonyak. There was no opportunity to dock anywhere. As soon as they slowed to a reasonable speed, the Vonyak would appear within hours and chase them on again.

“This is… isn’t right,” Rake said, frustrated. He hadn’t slept properly in days and he was starting to look much worse for wear. His face was drawn, his hair was a mess, and he was visibly concerned. “We should have lost them by now.”

“I thought you said they could follow trails,” Lyra said. “Maybe they’re just following whatever is left behind when we move.”

“I’ve pulled every trick I know,” Rake said. “We’ve coasted for a day with no propulsion at all. We should have lost them. But they found us. Again and again and again.”

Lyra sat nervously next to him, chewing her thumbnail.

“They’re going to catch us, aren’t they?”

“Not if I can help it, but we can’t keep this up. We’re running out of fuel. We need to restock somewhere, and we can’t do that with the Vonyak on our tails. They’re running us down like a pack of wolves on a deer.”

There was silence for long moments as they looked at one another, each feeling the hopelessness of the situation.

“How the heck are they… There’s something I’m missing…” Rake murmured, still looking at her. As he looked, his expression changed. “You!” He said the word suddenly. “It’s been you all along!”

Lyra shook her head furiously. “Me? I haven’t told them anything. I’m not sending them messages. I wouldn’t even know how. I don’t even know where I am!”

“Not on purpose, Lyra. Tell me, when they took you, did they do anything to you, surgically?”

She looked at him and shrugged. “They did a lot. I don’t even really remember what happened when they first took me… I slept a lot. I think I might have been drugged.”

Rake stood up and pointed at her. “Strip.”

“What?” Lyra wrapped her arms around herself protectively.

“I said strip. Now. Everything.”

“No!”

“Lyra, I’m pretty sure that they planted a tracker in you. We have to find it before they come for us again. I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. Strip.”

She shook her head. He made an impatient sound, grabbed her up from the chair, and began disrobing her with no ceremony at all. Lyra squealed and tried to hit him, but he managed to put a stop to that by pulling her sweater and shirt up over her head, keeping her hands out of the way as he pushed her pants down her thighs and let them fall. It took less than ten seconds to strip her completely, and then he was touching her, running his hands over every single inch of her body, his expression fixed in concentration as his palms passed over her curves.

“Stop pawing me,” Lyra complained. He ignored her. There was nothing sensual or sexual about his touch. He may as well have been inspecting a machine for anomalies for all the apparently impartial attention he paid to her bare breasts, erect nipples, and exposed pussy. His fingers traveled between her thighs, brushing over her labia with a firm, precise touch that made her let out a scandalized little gasp.

“Sorry,” he said. “It could be anywhere.”

“Not there!”

He took a longer moment to assure himself that there were no foreign objects in her vaginal region, long enough to make Lyra’s knees buckle. Rake certainly knew his way around the female form. His fingers roamed in a way that caused her pussy lips to swell with lust.

“I don’t know,” he said in a sexy purr, grazing his fingers over the entrance of her body where wetness was welling. “I think it might be in here…”

“I thought we were in a hurry,” Lyra moaned softly. “I thought there were aliens chasing us from one end of the universe to the other.”

“There are,” he agreed, “but we can’t let them suck all the fun out of life, can we?” The tip of his finger slid inside her and began to swirl slowly, teasing her into a higher state of arousal.

“This isn’t fair,” Lyra moaned. “You’re not going to follow through on this… you’re not… mmmnnnggg…” Her complaints faded as his thumb pressed against her clit and his fingers probed deeper, filling her little by little.

“Rake…” She slid her fingers through his hair and scrunched her hand up hard, looking down at him over the bare rise of her breasts. “Don’t play with me.”

He flashed one of his sexy irrepressible grins at her. “I enjoy playing with you. You’re a fun little toy. But you’re right. We’ve got to find that tracker.”

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Meeting Her Mate – And Her Match

“Hello.”

A deep voice emanated from the other side of the room. Lyra gasped and turned, noticing her companion for the first time.

It was a man. He was a good two feet taller than her and judging by his physique he was also a fighter. His shoulders were great bull-like rounds of muscle, his torso a ripple of muscles. She could not see below his waist due to his pants, but the breadth of them told her that the conditioning went all the way down. He was viscerally appealing in body. As he drew closer, she was able to see his face. He had a hard face, chin and jaw covered in just a little more than 5 o’clock shadow. His nose was flattened at the bridge, likely from being broken at some point, and his high cheek bones were marked with the faint stripes of scars. His hair was dark and tousled, his eyes a piercing pale blue even in that low light. Lyra felt her innards responding to him on a purely animal level. He was the first human, let alone first man she’d seen in many, many years.

“Who are you?”

“Name’s Rake,” he said, leaving the fireplace where he had been standing to come closer to her. He moved with an athletic prowl which completely transfixed her. “You’re Lyra,” he said as he came within arm’s length of her. “I’ve seen you fight.”

His tone indicated he wasn’t that impressed by her fighting. There was a slight curl to his lip as he said the word, as if he were putting invisible air quotes around the word. “Fight.”

Instantly on the defensive, Lyra moved back a little, not because she was afraid of him, but because she was going to need the range when she kicked him in the face. He closed the distance. She opened it again. He was much more intimidating up close. She could now see that much of his body was trammeled by scars, some quite thick and jagged. He had obviously seen a great deal of combat in his life, more than she had likely.

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

“Remember you?” Lyra curled her lip up at him. “I’ve never met you before.”

“The night you were taken, you don’t remember someone else being there?”

She frowned. “I don’t… I don’t remember the night I was taken.”

He seemed disappointed to hear that, as if she’d failed some test she didn’t know she’d been taking.

“What are you doing?” She asked the question as he took yet another step toward her.

“You know why you’re here, don’t you?” He stopped for a moment. “They want us to breed.”

Shock made Lyra’s jaw drop. She stared at him blankly log enough for him to start smirking. A little tingling in her nether regions indicated that her body was not entirely against the idea, but her mind was overruling her baser impulses on this one. There was no way… there was just no way.

“Joke’s on them,” Lyra replied. “I was given the implant back on Earth. There’s about as much a chance of me falling pregnant by you as there is me sleeping with you in the first place.”

Rake’s eyes narrowed at her. “You’re rude.”

“What’s rude about that? Do the women usually just lie back and spread their legs for you when you tell them that you’re going to have sex with them? Or have you confused me for a blow up doll?”

Lyra had spent many hours alone thinking about what it would be like if she ever laid eyes on another human. This was not how she had ever pictured it, but Rake had a serious sexual charge about him which scared her more than any alien monster and it was making her defensive, and yeah, maybe a little rude.

He gave her a long, steady look, those icy eyes cutting to her core. She stared back at him, hoping she looked as scary to him as he looked to her, but knowing that was unlikely to be the case. It was hard to make big brown eyes and a round face look frightening. The only weapon she had was her tongue, and she was going to use it.

“How many women have you had in here?” She continued talking, using questions as a defence. The longer they talked, the better chance she had of dealing with him. She let her gaze run up and down the length of his person in a way she hoped would cut him down to size. “You don’t seem like someone who gets laid a lot.”

The smirk returned to his devilishly handsome face. “Why do you say that?”

“Because a man who gets laid a lot doesn’t just come out and say he’s going to breed with you.”

“What does a man who gets laid a lot do?”

“I don’t know,” she frowned. “Not walk around half-naked. Not… be you.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly, as if he was unable to believe what he was being confronted with.

“I’m important,” she said, trying to claw back a little respect. “And you’re not.”

His lips spread in a dark smile. “Arrogant little wretch, aren’t you.”

“It’s not arrogance if it’s true.”

“You’re as important as a pit dog,” he said in crushing tones. “To them you’re nothing more than a bitch to be mated. They threw you in here for me to do with you as I will. All they care about is that by the end of this my seed gets shot deep inside you.”

Excerpt from The Rebel’s Mate…

Abducted from Earth by tentacled humanoids, small town girl Lyra finds herself in the belly of an interstellar transporter and entirely at the mercy of a race of creatures beyond her wildest nightmares. Temporarily deprived of sight by the aliens, her only solace during the journey to a far-off planet is found in the soothing arms of an unseen man who, despite sharing her current circumstances, promises that one day he will rescue her.

Three years later, Lyra has accepted being put to use as a gladiator in an interspecies competition waged for the amusement of her alien masters. But when her owner decides to mate Lyra with another champion fighter, she unexpectedly finds herself face to face with Rake, the very man who once vowed to rescue her. Unfortunately, all memory of him and her abduction has long since been erased by her captors.

Lyra is not pleased to find herself confronted by six feet of arrogant male muscle and she’s even less pleased when the stranger informs her that he intends to mate her, but her displeasure turns to true fury when he takes her hostage and escapes with her. Her mind having been thoroughly addled by the aliens, Lyra resists her rescuer and sets about making Rake’s life as difficult as possible. To her shock and embarrassment, when her defiance continues Rake bares her bottom, puts her over his knee, and gives her the spanking of her life.

Despite her best efforts to hate him, over the course of several near death escapes from their alien pursuers Lyra begins to realize that Rake is everything she’s ever wanted and needed in a man. When he claims her at last, the intense pleasure of his dominant lovemaking nearly causes her to forget that they’re running for their lives. But can Rake truly keep his promise to bring Lyra safely home once and for all, or will their desperate bid for freedom end in disaster?

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*NEW* The Rebel’s Mate, Erotic Sci-Fi Spanking Adventure

Abducted from Earth by tentacled humanoids, small town girl Lyra finds herself in the belly of an interstellar transporter and entirely at the mercy of a race of creatures beyond her wildest nightmares. Temporarily deprived of sight by the aliens, her only solace during the journey to a far-off planet is found in the soothing arms of an unseen man who, despite sharing her current circumstances, promises that one day he will rescue her.

Three years later, Lyra has accepted being put to use as a gladiator in an interspecies competition waged for the amusement of her alien masters. But when her owner decides to mate Lyra with another champion fighter, she unexpectedly finds herself face to face with Rake, the very man who once vowed to rescue her. Unfortunately, all memory of him and her abduction has long since been erased by her captors.

Lyra is not pleased to find herself confronted by six feet of arrogant male muscle and she’s even less pleased when the stranger informs her that he intends to mate her, but her displeasure turns to true fury when he takes her hostage and escapes with her. Her mind having been thoroughly addled by the aliens, Lyra resists her rescuer and sets about making Rake’s life as difficult as possible. To her shock and embarrassment, when her defiance continues Rake bares her bottom, puts her over his knee, and gives her the spanking of her life.

Despite her best efforts to hate him, over the course of several near death escapes from their alien pursuers Lyra begins to realize that Rake is everything she’s ever wanted and needed in a man. When he claims her at last, the intense pleasure of his dominant lovemaking nearly causes her to forget that they’re running for their lives. But can Rake truly keep his promise to bring Lyra safely home once and for all, or will their desperate bid for freedom end in disaster?

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