Romantic Good Girl Spanking…

He was glad he’d insisted on more modest clothing. If she’d been wearing that short skirt, he would have been able to see everything she had, or at least, the panties covering everything she had. As it was, he could feel the twin rounds of her bottom, pert cheeks squirming underneath his palm. She was in good shape. Athletic. He liked the way her her fell in auburn waves over her shoulders and neck, draping toward the floor where her palms were splayed.

“Have you been spanked before?”

“Nyet.”

“I find that hard to believe. You’re the mischievous type.” He patted her bottom lightly, trying to avoid the temptation to caress her cheeks – and failing.

“I am a good girl,” she said, her voice slightly muffled. “I study hard. I work hard. Only when I come here, to America am I bad. I break the rules. I leave the man I promise to marry. I steal food. I break into cars. I…”

“You did what you had to do to survive. You don’t have to do any of that anymore.” He slapped her bottom lightly. She didn’t yelp or growl or complain. She relaxed. He felt her settle over his lap and sigh softly, her thighs spreading a little as the tension drained from her body.

He began spanking her firmly, sound slaps landing against the lower curve of her cheeks, one to each side, back and forth in a disciplinary tattoo. He expected complaint as his palm grew warmer, but there was none. Glancing in the mirror across the room, Steven saw that her eyes were closed and there was a little smile on her face.

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Sweetville is a traditional little town, a place where domestic discipline is as much a part of the social fabric as the church, the women’s society and apple pie. It’s about to gain a new citizen, one who may not be ready for Sweetville just as much as Sweetville may not be ready for her.

Soon after leaving her native Russia to marry an American, Annika discovers that her husband-to-be is a liar and a cheat. Rather than return home, she runs away and begins living on the streets. When she is caught by Pastor Steven Soames while breaking into his car looking for a place to sleep, she expects the worst—arrest and deportation—but instead the handsome preacher invites her to his house for a warm meal.

Annika finds trouble quickly and often, forcing Steven to chastise her ever more firmly, but the small-town preacher and the feisty Russian brat soon find themselves falling in love in spite of—or perhaps because of—her need to be taken in hand. But when Steven proposes, Annika cannot help but worry that he is only offering marriage out of pity in order to let her stay in America. Can she bring herself to put aside her fears and trust the man who has claimed her heart?

Read the tale of Annika and Steven here…

The Lord’s Bride | Medieval Spanking Romance

Brand spanking new, but set in the proverbial olden days, The Lord’s Bride is my latest spanking romance, published by Stormy Night.

When Mary de Vere’s closest companion Martin de Stafford—whom she secretly loves—is stolen from her by his long-promised marriage to another woman, eighteen-year-old Mary believes things can get no worse… until an assassin’s blade takes her father’s life. The laws of the land place her under the authority of her heartless uncle, but even as her world falls apart around her, Mary vows to one day reclaim her rights and her title.

Years later, Martin, now the Sheriff of Staffordshire and a widower since illness claimed his wife, encounters his childhood friend in the unlikeliest of places: a convent. Though Mary plays the part of a simple woman who dreams of becoming a nun, Martin is far from convinced. He knows the feisty girl far too well to believe that she aspires to a life of service in the church, and in any case, he has another future to offer her—a future as his wife.

When she spurns his affections, Martin only grows more determined to unravel her plot, and at last Mary is caught red-handed in an act of banditry. To save herself from the dungeon, she is left with no choice but to submit to the very thing she once longed for: marriage to Martin de Stafford. Mary soon learns that her new husband is more than her match and that from now on her bare bottom will pay the price for her scheming. In spite of her pride, Martin’s firm chastisement enflames her lust for him, but can she truly force herself to put aside the wrongs of the past and lay claim to a life at the side of the man she always wanted?

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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!

Hard Handed Success

Good news, everybody! The Hard Handed Sheriff has done very well! Shep Benedict and Delilah Blackheart propelled me to a spot in the top 5000 amazon authors in late April, and the book itself ranked in the top 50 Western Romances for a significant proportion of the month too.

It’s fascinating to me which books do well and which ones don’t. Hard Handed Sheriff was written about two years ago and contains no overt erotic content at all. There’s not a sex scene in sight and the hero never actually takes the heroine’s undergarments all the way down. (Such a thing wouldn’t be proper, after all, seeing as they barely know one another.)

What the book does contain is affectionate, firm and yes, loving spanking handed down from a fair minded top to a bottom who desperately needs it – even though she’d deny needing it until she’s blue in the face. Delilah is one of my typical heroines, feisty, brave and action oriented and Shep, well, Shep’s a problem solving sort of man who has the persistence to get beyond her prickly, gun toting exterior. It’s a very sweet, very gentle and clean-cut romance and I am glad that people enjoyed it!

A special thank you to those who left reviews on the book, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed reading them. It’s always a special thrill for me when I get to see how much someone enjoyed a book of mine.

If you’ve yet to pick up a copy, it’s just $2.99 on Amazon, or Blushing Books!

The Hard Handed Sheriff, Now On Blushing Books!

Redwood is a dangerous place for a sheriff, the sleepy little town has managed to lose every law man that’s dared set foot on its soil in the past ten years.

Shep Benedict is Redwood’s newest sheriff and he’s keen to solve the mystery of the missing law men so that he doesn’t become one of them. All signs point to resident town terror Delilah Blackheart being behind the disappearances and suspected murders, but Shep’s not keen to send the pretty orphan to the gallows without making darn sure she’s the guilty party first.

He soon finds that he has a soft spot for the gun toting, hard drinking little lady, but before they can live happily ever after a spree of dangerous arson attempts bring both Delilah and Shep to the very limits of their mortality in this wild western tale of suspense and spankings.

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Wild West Spanking

I’ve got some new books coming out on Blushing Books in the next couple of months, one of them is called ‘The Hard Handed Sheriff’. I could go into all the whys and wherefores of it, but let me just say I wrote this a couple years ago and had sort of forgotten about it. Having re-read it, I’ve fallen in love with the protagonists all over again. Here’s a little excerpt that will give you a hint as to why that might be…

An Excerpt from The Hard Handed Sheriff:

“Evening, Sheriff.”

“Evenin’, Tomas,” Shep Benedict tipped his hat, keeping his flint blue eyes squarely on Miss Delilah Blackheart.

A murmur went around the saloon. Everybody sensed the coming showdown and unlike the previous altercation, the outcome of which had been obvious before it started, this one was uncertain. Sheriff Shep Benedict was still not real well known by the townsfolk. All they knew was that he’d been sent down from Springs Junction with nothing more than a horse, a gun and a badge. Oh, and a reputation for being one of the meanest sons of bitches that ever walked the West. He stopped a few paces away from Delilah and cleared his throat.

“Ladies aren’t allowed in the saloon.”

He was an undeniably imposing man. His face was all square jaw and high cheek bones and he was clean shaven, a rarity for Redwood. Standing there with his jaw clenched sternly he looked like he’d been carved right out of rock. A few lines around his eyes and mouth spoke to mature age and a good temperament, but he wasn’t looking good tempered at that moment. He was looking like the very incarnation of the law itself, harsh and unyielding. Keep reading…