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
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.
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.
“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?” 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.
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.
“I told you not to go out after dark on your own. You disobeyed me.”
“I thought it was more like a guideline than an actual rule.” I gave him my sweetest smile as he took me by the arm and drew me toward the long couch sitting right in the middle of his living room. Unfortunately, we were past the point where sweet smiles helped.
Kaine sat down. Then I got tipped over his knee. Then my skirt went up. My panties came down. And then his hard hand was clapping my cheeks like a metronome.
“Annie, I expect you to mind me,” he said, smacking away.
“Maybe you expect too much.”
There was a pause, then a much harder slap landed dead center of my cheeks, making me yowl.
“Do you think this is funny? You could have been seriously hurt.”
“I could have, but it wasn’t my damn fault. You want to punish someone, go punish the guy who attacked me.”
“This is about you going out when I told you not to. I’m not blaming you for what happened, I’m smacking your disobedient backside because you didn’t do as you were told.”
Whilst we argued, my backside was cooling. Kaine fixed that with a flurry of slaps which left me panting over his lap and squirming for all I was worth.
“You’re going to stay here from now on,” he said. “Clearly you can’t be trusted.”
“Yes, clearly, the twenty plus years I spent without you telling me what to do every five minutes have lead to nothing besides disaster.”
“Enough with the sarcasm, Annie. You were in plenty of trouble when we crossed paths, my little blood dealing slayer.”
I shrugged, not an easy task when you’re horizontal. “A girl has to make ends meet.”
“This girl has to do as she’s told,” Kaine said, making my cheeks bounce with several more slaps. “Because this guy isn’t taken in by her sweeter than sweet demeanor and knows she’s more trouble than all the vampires in the county put together.”
His hand lingered on my cheeks, rubbing the sting and the heat into my flesh. Slowly, the mood changed. I could feel the swell of his erection under my hip. My body was responding too, a certain slickness at the apex of my thighs giving my desire away.
As an ex-military man, Miles Rock isn’t fond of modern youth culture. He certainly doesn’t hold with young ladies shaking their “assets” and crooning crude lyrics by way of entertainment. Hypersexed superstarlet ‘Ca$h’ Raine has built a career on doing all of that and more. And now she needs a bodyguard.
Miles would rather sit in a desert and take heavy fire, but he agrees to meet Cash as a favor to an old friend. He expects to meet a spoiled brat with an attitude problem and morals like a sieve. Instead he finds a beautiful, sweet, talented young woman caught in an industry all too ready to chew her up and spit her out.
Cash is a good girl, but even good girls need discipline – and Miles is the man to give it, whether she thinks she needs it or not.Of course, nothing is simple in Miles’ world. Cash’s European tour is about to kick off, bringing with it more trouble in the form of a truly bratty support act named Stabby Longstockings, and an old colleague struggling with PTSD.
As romance blossoms between Miles and Cash, danger begins to lurk in the wings. Can Miles keep Cash safe? Or are the ghosts of the past too powerful to allow the star-fated pair to find love?
I didn’t go there, so he reached out and grabbed me. I found myself being pulled over his lap in a way that was frankly uncomfortable. I had not had much experience with men up to that point. Being pressed against his thighs answered several questions that had been floating around in my mind. It turned out that a man’s body was quite hard all the way down. There was none of the softness of my own feminine frame. The ridge of his thigh was like steel beneath my hip. His arm wasn’t any more forgiving as it snaked around my waist.
My observations stopped abruptly when his hand clapped against the seat of my pants, jolting my body across his lap.
“Not yet,” he said, repeating the treatment. The slapping of his hand against my posterior was not pleasant, but it was not entirely painful. I suspected it could really hurt, if he wanted it to.
“Why are you doing this?”
“I told you why I’m doing this,” he said, his voice gravel above me. “You’re not listening to me, and you’re not obeying me. You need to do both, for your own safety. These vampires aren’t low level hunters looking for a snack. These vampires are old. Smart. Political.”
He punctuated every one of the adjectives with a slap to my backside that made it jiggle and sting.
“Kaine, you’re mad if you think you can spank me into doing what you want… OW!”
His hand landed with a swift, stinging impact.
“This doesn’t have to be very painful,” he said, “but if you insist on giving me attitude, it will be.”
He was becoming increasingly serious, and my bottom was becoming increasingly sore. He whacked away with the insistent stroke of a man who wanted to make an impression and I was left in the unfortunately reactive position of squeaking with every hard slap. The heat was soon seeping through my knickers and settling deep in the flesh of my bottom.