When troublemaker Sacha Wallace is banished after plotting against her brother, the alpha of one of England’s oldest packs, she’s deposited in front of the mansion of the powerful Russian alpha Alexei Chernov. Though she is both aroused and intimidated by the dominant wolf’s stern demeanor and formidable presence, Sacha does her best to be as difficult as possible.
Alexei has no qualms about stripping a troublesome female bare and punishing her thoroughly, and Sacha’s prideful defiance earns her one painful, embarrassing spanking after another. Determined to tame her, Alexei sets out to make Sacha his pet, and soon she is blushing crimson as she is taught to obey his every instruction, eat from his hand, and kneel at his feet wearing nothing but her collar.
Though submission does not come easily for Sacha, being made to bend to Alexei’s will excites her in a way nothing ever has before, and his masterful lovemaking sets her blood on fire. But when Sacha’s presence leads to turmoil within the pack, will Alexei cast her out or claim her irrevocably as his mate?
He pushed his finger deep into her bottom and her excuse evaporated into a moan.
“You lied to me,” he repeated. “Since we’ve met, you’ve been acting like a naughty little girl, haven’t you? Lying. Disobeying me. Putting yourself in danger.”
Her anus contracted involuntarily around his finger. He was right, of course, but to admit it while he fingered her bottom and took control of her body in the most intimate way possible, that made her stomach fizz with excitement, her lower abdominal muscles clench, and her pussy start to flow with arousal.
When twenty-one-year-old Riley Reynolds decides to take a year off from college to study grizzlies, she chooses Black Falls, Wyoming as her base of operations. But after the local sheriff, Ethan Stone, hears about her plans, the handsome lawman warns her sternly that if he catches her anywhere near a bear she’ll be in for a long, hard spanking she won’t soon forget.
Not taking the sheriff’s threat seriously, Riley sets out into the nearby national forest to get started, but when she stumbles upon a mama grizzly and her cub she finds herself in terrible danger. Her life is saved by the arrival of an even larger, more fearsome bear, but to her shock the massive beast transforms in front of her eyes and moments later Ethan stands before her.
The shifter sheriff tosses Riley over his shoulder and wastes no time in bringing her back to his den, where he promptly strips her naked and chastises her thoroughly for her foolishness. A painful, embarrassing spanking is only the beginning of her punishment, however, and soon enough Riley is blushing crimson and quivering with desire as Ethan takes her harder and more fiercely than she would have ever thought possible.
Now that he has claimed her as his mate, Riley quickly discovers that Ethan will expect her complete submission, yet even as she rebels against his strict rules she cannot deny her body’s response to his skillful, dominant lovemaking. But with a vicious poacher prowling the woods and killing for sport, can Ethan tame his feisty mate before her disobedience gets them both hurt or killed?
“This is how they do it, the corrective treatment,” the bailiff murmured to her. “It’s all medical.”
“It’s medical? What are they going to do? Take out parts of my brain?”
“You wish,” the bailiff smirked. Sophie shot him an annoyed look. They really did seem to be enjoying her innocence on the subject.
They were not being terribly professional. They were acting more like boys finding themselves unexpectedly in the presence of their crush. Sophie half expected one of them to try to pull her hair. This was why she was still a virgin. Watching strong men turn into silly puppies wasn’t precisely a turn-on.
A moment or two later, the door opened and Sophie found herself looking into the face of an older man who had nothing silly or puppyish about him. Deep blue eyes locked on her the moment he walked in, an intelligent gaze set in a strong masculine face. His dark hair was cut close to his head, graying slightly at the temples and above his ears. His jaw was square and clinically clean shaven, his shoulders broad underneath a white coat. He looked at her with an intensity which caught her off guard. Sophie was used to being looked at with adoration, with judgment, with excitement, with yearning, but very rarely with curiosity and pure interest. It was as though she was being looked at for the first time, by someone who wanted to see her deeply. Keep reading…
“You are hereby found guilty! You will undergo corrective treatment until such time as you see the error of your ways and can be tolerated to once again join good society. Until then, I strip you of your rank and I declare you a convict.”
When nineteen-year-old Sophie Eins is charged with inciting revolution in the lower echelons of society, she quickly learns that her position as one of the high-born will not save her from the consequences of her defiance. She is sentenced to corrective treatment and taken into the custody of a stern yet handsome doctor named Richard who will carry out the order of the court.
Sophie is stripped bare for an intimate, embarrassing examination, and her body’s shameful response to this humiliating inspection makes it clear to Richard that his firm hand applied to her bare bottom will need to play a major role in her treatment. Sophie’s correction will involve much more than just a sore backside, however, and she soon discovers that being brought to one blushing climax after another can be a punishment as effective as any spanking.
Though he is expected to chastise her as thoroughly as is necessary to teach her obedience, Richard soon finds himself longing to take Sophie in his arms, and he does not need his medical training to see that she yearns for his touch as well. But if he dares to disregard the law and claim her as his own, can he find a way to keep them both safe from the tyrants who rule their city?
“I’m not from here,” she said in an attempt to invoke some kind of cultural immunity. “So I, uh, didn’t know that I could… that this would…”
“You thought you’d get away with it,” he said, his lips twisting in a dark smirk. “That’s not any reason to let you.”
His hand closed a little around her wrist, spurring Hannah into immediate, panicked action. She squirmed out of his grasp and dived away from him, every part of her body exposed to his eyes as she flailed across the bed and tried to make an escape. It did not work. If anything, she played directly into his hands, the towel falling away to leave her completely naked.
He leaned over, wrapped his strong arm around her waist and pulled her back over his thighs in one smooth motion that was not at all impeded by her wriggling and complaining.
As Hannah found herself face down against the coverlet, all she could think was that this was yet another embarrassment and indignity to add to the many she had suffered since arriving in Darkwood. She could almost have resigned herself to it, if not for the promise of pain that accompanied the undignified position.
“I don’t know what cultural significance this has for you,” she said in an attempt to be understanding, “but this wouldn’t be appropriate where I’m from.”
“Would getting blind drunk be appropriate?” Lorcan smoothed his large masculine palm over the bare curve of her bottom, and suddenly Hannah forgot all about her reservations. His touch sent a tingle racing through the very core of her, reigniting the excitement from the bath and making her forget her regrets almost immediately.
“Maybe not,” she admitted as her hips made involuntary squirming motions. Thus far Lorcan had not seemed to view her as a sexual creature. Even when naked in the bath his looks had not held a great deal in the way of observable ardor, but now Hannah was sure she could sense something between them. She was not sure of that though. In matters of love, she was something of a novice. She had never been with a man before. She’d never had to bathe herself in front of a man before either, and she’d certainly never been spanked by one.
Lorcan’s palm lifted away for a moment, then returned with a hard swat that sent a shock through her body. Hannah let out a squeal more of surprise than of pain.
“Spankings tend to,” Lorcan replied dryly.
“No, I mean, it hurts,” she whimpered. “Why would you want to hurt me?”
She sounded pitiful even to her own ears, and hoped that it would work to change his mind. Lorcan was a big man with big hands and a powerful arm. If he’d wanted to he could have smacked her bottom a lot harder than he had, but the sting she was already experiencing was more than enough.
“I don’t want to hurt you, brat,” he rumbled in his deep refined tones. “I want to teach you a lesson you’ll remember.”
The feminine squeal of desperate aggression was perfectly understandable given that it was emanating from a woman whose bare rear was being soundly thrashed by a very tall man with a determined expression on his handsome face.
Splayed on a large bed, lit by candlelight playing over the reddened curve of her already hot bottom, the naked young lady wriggled with furious rebellion as crack after crack rang out, thick leather meeting her bottom over and over again no matter how much she flailed. Her disciplinarian had perfect aim, aided by the grip he took of the back of her neck, his large hand wrapping around the nape to pin her in place, her raven hair falling in glossy thick tracts over the pale linen upon which she was sprawled.
“Hating me won’t stop your arse from burning, Hannah,” Lorcan Wallace growled down at the newest, most reluctant part of his pack. His eyes glowed bright amber in the candle light, rimmed dramatically by dark lashes which intensified his every expression.
Towering above his young captive, Lorcan gripped the leather tightly and bought it down, the muscles in his back, shoulders and arm working in pronounced synchronicity to snap the paddle across the round rump of the most deserving whelp he had ever encountered. Keep reading…
A young American finds herself the prisoner of a dominant English gentleman with a dark secret…
Hannah Wuster has always been fascinated by the mysterious diary left by her great, great aunt before she disappeared over a hundred years ago, and at the age of nineteen she sets out for the remote corner of England where her distant relative was last seen. Upon reaching her destination, Hannah is overwhelmed by the rugged beauty and primal power of the place, and before she knows it she has had way too many drinks in a village pub.
Lorcan Wallace has no patience for silly females out looking for adventure, and when a drunk American girl creates a disturbance in his local pub he takes matters into his own hands. Hannah is unceremoniously tossed over his shoulder and carried back to his nearby mansion to sleep off the alcohol before he teaches her a lesson she will never forget.
Upon waking up, Hannah faces first a stern scolding and then a painful, humiliating bare-bottom spanking from a darkly handsome giant of a man whose bold dominance sets her blood racing. The strict chastisement leaves her burning with desire, and after her punishment is over she surrenders herself willingly as Lorcan takes her long and hard.
Despite Lorcan’s warnings, however, it isn’t long before Hannah’s persistence in prying into the shadows of the past leads her to discover the truth about the man who punished and claimed her. Lorcan is not only a werewolf, he is the alpha of a pack, and now that she knows his secret he is left with no choice but to keep her as both his mate and his prisoner. Hannah cannot deny her body’s response to his savage lovemaking, but can she accept her new life as the alpha’s captive?