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Oh yeah, and books...
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On life, the universe, and coffee.
Oh yeah, and books...
Welcome to SPANK OR TREAT 2016!
Welcome to Spank or Treat 2016, a multi-blog story extravaganza with teasers of the upcoming anthology Spank or Treat. You'll have the chance to win goodies while visiting authors' blogs.
How do you play?
The blog tour goes all weekend and the winners will be announced after the blog hop ends. For this blog, you must be 18 yrs or older and please void where prohibited.
For more spanking fun, visit Saturday Spankings for additional snippets.
Find links to the rest of the Spank or Treat stories at Governing Ana! The more blogs you visit and comment, the more chance to win prizes.
Okay, now that all of that is out of the way…on to the good stuff!!!
My story All that Glitters will be in the Spank or Treat 2016 Anthology set to be released in October 2016. Keep your eyes out for that. It will include complete versions of all the stories from the blog event.
Here’s an excerpt:
“Please forgive me. I did not know. I apologize for my behavior.” Merry dropped to one knee and bowed low. Tylanus was the most powerful hybrid—possibly the most powerful being—alive. His mother had been a faerie princess who'd fallen for the head of the Wizard's council. He’d been born to two of the strongest magical bloodlines in history.
When he remained silent, Merry lifted her head. Tylanus stood with his hands on his hips, smirking. She shot to her feet.
“You know what? Forget it. I don't apologize. Let me out of this stupid bubble.”
“And if I don't?”
“Ugh! What do you want from me? I tried to be nice.”
“Maybe I just want you. Over my knee.”
It was Merry's turn to snort. “Yeah, right. Like that will ever happen.”
“I could make you. I'm powerful enough. You know that.”
The idea was strangely attractive to her.
“True enough. But I'm sure I could quickly dissuade you.”
Merry sighed. “You only think you want me. If you knew the real me, you’d change your tune. I’m not perfect.”
“Nobody is, Princess.”
“No, you don’t get it.” Merry paced the small enclosure. She’d only ever admitted this once before, and it hadn’t gone well. And even though she’d likely never see Tylanus again, for some reason this was important to her. While his hinted offer was appealing, she couldn’t contemplate it if she wasn’t going to be truthful. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—put herself through that again.
“I only look perfect. I’m a freak. My hair isn’t dark, it’s silver, and has been nearly my whole life. I’m not thin and elegant, I’m curvy. I’ve maintained a glamor every public moment of my life since my body matured. The one man I thought I could trust was disgusted by me. You wouldn’t want me if you could see me. I know my worth. And it is nothing as I am. I only matter so long as I fit in.” She wiped at the tears that ran silently down her cheeks.
The pain in her voice cut through him. She had been deeply wounded in the past, that was evident. He’d grown up among wizards and other hybrids, but had seen first-hand over the years how conformist some parts of Fae society could be. Different was not usually accepted. He could take her away from all of that, take her where she’d be welcomed with open arms and minds.
“Your hair glitters and shines like moonlight on water,” Tylanus said softly as he came up behind her. He gently ran his fingers through her hair. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And as for your curves, you forget. I am half human. These hips—” his hands traced down her sides “—appeal to me greatly.”
Merry turned in his arms and stared up at him, openly dumbfounded.
“Hybrid, Princess. Magic is magic. I know that you hide your true self from the rest of the world. But you've never been hidden from me.”
“And yet, you are not disgusted by my appearance?”
“On the contrary, Merriwynn. I like your appearance immensely.”
Her chest heaved. She studied his face, as if trying to decide the truth of his words.
“So what is it that you’re telling me? What do you want from me?”
“I want you, Princess. In all your imperfect glory, if you’ll have me. But you do need a good spanking.”
Merry took a step back and crossed her arms.
“Really. And why exactly is that?”
Tylanus closed the distance between their bodies, pinning her against the invisible barrier that still encased them.
“Because you were acting like a spoiled brat, and you know it.”
Merry expected Tylanus to kiss her. What she didn't expect was for him to turn and stalk away from her. Standing beneath a nearby tree, he inspected a fallen limb.
“Yes, this will do. Come, Princess. It's time for your punishment.”
Merry didn't budge. “You can't be serious. What on earth makes you think I will let you spank me? And out here, of all places?”
“Nobody can hear or see us through the barrier. Only I, as the caster, am able to penetrate its magic. And you'll let me do it because you want me to, and you know it.”
She remained rooted in place, silently challenging him to a battle of wills. While his words had been pretty, and called to every secret part of her where hope for love had been buried, she refused to give in to him. What good would come of one night of joy to haunt her for the remainder of her years?
“The longer you make me wait, the worse you're making it on yourself, Merry.” He snapped his fingers and Merry found herself face down and ass up across Tylanus’s lap.
“If you truly don't want this, tell me to stop and I will.” His hand left a tingling trail of sensation as he rubbed her ass. She squirmed, and was caught off guard by the sting of his hand coming down on her. Merry cried out in surprise.
“Stay put, or you'll get more.”
She took a deep breath. She didn't want to admit that she liked him taking control like this. His hand came down again, this time leaving a pleasant warmth behind. A third and fourth came in quick succession, and Merry found herself clenching her thighs. She never would have believed that she’d enjoy this. Judging from the hard ridge poking into her side, Tylanus was enjoying this greatly.
Knowing that he desired her, and not the false image she wore, was a heady feeling. He’d seen the real her all along, all those times he’d been here. She had a hard time processing the knowledge that someone like him could want her.
“I think one more ought to be sufficient. Have you learned your lesson, Princess?” Merry turned her head to look up at him. Before she could speak, he laughed. “No, I imagine you haven’t. I’m sure you’ll need many reminders.”
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Other members of the Spank or Treat hop:
http://governingana.wordpress.com/ Anastasia Vitsky
http://amleibowitz.com/ A.M. Leibowitz
http://barbarawinkes.blogspot.com/ Barbara Winkes
http://www.evercoming.com/ Ever Coming
http://katerichards.wordpress.com/ Kate Richards
http://loralynnesramblings.weebly.com/ Loralynne Summers
http://louisabacio.blogspot.com/ Louisa Bacio
http://www.merryndexter.blogspot.com/ Merryn Dexter
http://www.authoroliviastarke.com/ Olivia Starke
http://www.reginacole.net/ Regina Cole
http://www.siobhanmuir.com/siobhans-blog Siobhan Muir
http://www.taraquan.com/blog Tara Quan
Saturday Spanks hop
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I'm happy to announce that I am part of a fun blog hop this weekend. Each of us are posting part of a short story. Visit each page and follow the directions from Mistress Ana, and win some great prizes! For more info, visit the official tour homepage:
I'd like to welcome Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse today! They have a new release out, The Billionaire and the Wild Man. It looks like a fun read! And that cover is gorgeous!
Out Now! The Billionaire and the Wild Man by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse (@cw1985 @victoriablisse)
Flynn Gifford is enjoying a simple existence in a rural Derbyshire village when Caroline Rogers crashes into his life, barefoot and panicked.
Their lives could hardly be more different—she owns a successful luxury hotel chain, and he’s a penniless nomad who’s off the grid—yet neither can deny the attraction that burns between them. As Caroline reluctantly starts to open up to him, Flynn finds himself divulging some secrets of his own, secrets he thought he’d take to his grave.
But can a billionaire and a wild man ever make a relationship work, or will their secrets keep them apart?
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I’m busy minding my own business, clearing up litter in a field on the outskirts of Hartington when what can only be described as a crazy woman appears, seemingly from nowhere. She’s all wild-eyed, and her blonde hair looks damp. Her outfit is unremarkable, except for the fact she’s got nothing on her feet. Bright red toenails seem massively out of place in this rural village. She seems out of place. I’m not sure why I think this, but somehow, she just doesn’t appear to belong. So what the hell is she doing here?
Normally, I steer clear of other folk unless it’s absolutely necessary, but this woman looks like she needs help. Serious help. If she’s crossed the road with her feet like that, then they’re going to be scratched to buggery, maybe even cut.
Taking a deep breath, I chuck the empty crisp packet I’ve been holding into my rubbish bag. Then I place it next to the tree I’m standing beside and step out into the woman’s path. I’m used to people not seeing me—or behaving like they haven’t seen me, anyway—so I’m not surprised when she lets out a shriek that could wake the dead and freezes in front of me.
“Hey, hey,” I say gently, holding my hands up placatingly. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to come and see if you were all right. I can’t help but notice you’re not wearing any shoes. You’re not hurt, are you?” The concern in my voice confuses me, but then my brain catches up. If this chick is so desperate to get away that she’s gone without shoes, then something’s wrong. Seriously wrong.
I look around, half-expecting to see an angry husband chasing after her, or maybe even a shopkeeper. She could be a thief. Glancing at her again, I realize that can’t possibly be the case, unless she’s stolen something invisible. All she has are the clothes on her back.
She still hasn’t spoken, so I try again, attempting to make myself appear friendly, welcoming. Not an easy thing when you’re over six feet tall and pretty wide, too. Also, the fact I haven’t had a change of clothes, shave, or a haircut for a while won’t help. I wouldn’t blame her if she ran away, to be honest. I must look a fright, but I haven’t peered into a mirror—or even a window—for a good few days, so I can’t be sure.
“Sweetheart, please answer me. Are you hurt? Is there someone after you?”
She looks around, then back at me. Shakes her head. I’m confused—if there’s no one after her, why did she look behind her?
I crouch down. “Are your feet okay? Cut?”
Finally, I get a verbal reply. “N-no. I mean, yes. They’re okay. Not cut. At least … I don’t think so.”
She lifts each foot in turn, checking the soles. They’re fine. Now she’s answered another of my questions, too. Her accent doesn’t sound local. More like southern England. London, perhaps.
I suppress an involuntary shudder. The thought of London, the big, dirty, smoky city, does not impress me. Horrible bloody place. But at least it explains why the blonde doesn’t appear to fit in. She’s not from around here.
About the Authors:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Author and all round Cheeky Wench. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut by the Sea (Vol.1), Smut by the Sea (Vol.2), Smut by the Sea (Vol.3), and Smut in the City Anthologies.
She is the mistress of Smut UK putting on Smut Events, Days & Evenings dedicated to erotica, socializing, fun and prizes. Check out Smut Nights, Smut by the Sea: Scarborough, and Smut Manchester for more info.
Born near Manchester, England, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
You can often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest.
Look at the pretty!
Today I welcome Nicola Cameron! She's here to talk about her newest release, Palace of Scoundrels. I'm excited to have her here! She's my first. ;) Wait, does that mean I should give her a present or something? Hmm...
Hello, and thanks so much for having me on today! Palace of Scoundrels is kind of a surprise baby because the first book in the series, Empress of Storms, was supposed to be a standalone until I started getting asked when the sequel was coming out. I am not one to disappoint readers. I’m describing Palace of Scoundrels as “Game of Thrones, except with less violent death and more snark. The wine drinking is about the same, though.” And I already have an outline for Book Three and two novellas in the same universe – whee!
Fantasy Romance, Erotic Romance, MF
Word Count: 70,000
Heat Level 4
Published by Belaurient Press
Spring has sprung in the island kingdom of Hellas, and with it come thoughts of young love and fruitful fields. But with no signs of an occupant for the royal nursery, Queen Danaë is starting to worry about her own fertility. Her concerns aren’t helped by the arrival of the legendarily conniving Dowager Queen Atilia of Illium–or the woman’s handsome grandson Prince Marcus, on the run after being accused of poisoning his older brother.
In the neighboring kingdom of Ypres, Danaë’s royal husband Matthias is dealing with dangerous family politics and a wolfish duke who has kidnapped a young noblewoman for immoral purposes. Or has he? Can Matthias ward off the threat of civil war, outwit his relatives, and deal with a charming rival in his wife’s own palace?
Matthias pulled Danaë into his lap, squeezing her close. She felt his chest rumble in rueful laughter. “Only you could fall into the ocean, be rescued by pirates, and wind up haring off with them on a treasure hunt.”
“Oddly enough, Father said much the same thing,” she admitted. “But it turned into a wonderful adventure. I even got my favorite tiara out of it, the silver one with the large pearl.” She’d also earned the unswerving loyalty of Captain Jason Constantinedes and his crew, who now served as her personal spy network outside of Hellas. After brief consideration she decided not to mention the days she had spent as Jason’s willing lover. It was in the past, and she didn’t want Matthias harboring a grudge against Jason if the captain ever had cause to come to Hellaspont. “They brought me back home with a wealth of knowledge about piracy on the high seas. Which is why I know I don’t want to be a pirate queen.”
“Thank the gods for that,” Matthias muttered, kissing her hair. “You’re rapacious enough as it is.”
She turned so that she could nuzzle under his ear, licking the salty skin there. “I never heard you complain before.”
“I’m not complaining now, little bird, merely observing.”
She hummed, catching his earlobe between her teeth and nibbling on it. “Rapacious,” she whispered after she let it go. “I like the sound of that.” His breath caught as she traced spirals on his skin with the tip of her tongue. She could smell clean sweat, male musk, and something distinctly Matthias underneath it all. “Would you like me to show you how rapacious I can be?” she teased.
“Another night, perhaps,” She heard a promise in his voice. “Tonight, milady, I plan on doing the boarding.”
His arms tightened around her and he got up with a soft grunt, carrying her to the bed and dropping her onto the silk coverlet. She bounced with a giggle and rose up on her elbows, watching avidly as he pulled off his shirt and breeches. Regular riding and sparring matches with his guard had kept him muscled and firm, and she could spend hours running her fingers over the curves and dips of his body, particularly his broad, furred chest. The flickering light from candle and fireplace transformed the hair there into gold and amber sparks, trailing down his carved abdomen before spreading into a darker nest of curls around his rising cock. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the delicious ache that always grew between them when he stripped like this for her.
He cupped himself, squeezing the shaft hard enough to make the sheathed head bulge. “Still want a statue of me?” he asked, with the cheerful arrogance of a man who knew he was desired.
She licked her lips. “More than ever.”
He glanced down at his swelling flesh and grinned. “You can’t scare me, you know. I’ve seen the kind of statuary you have in Hellas. I doubt anyone would bat an eyelash at it.”
“Bat an eyelash, no. Be violently jealous of me, yes.” It was her turn to tease, and she took her time unfastening the brooches that held up her gown. She slid the delicate fabric over one breast, then the other, letting it caress her hardening nipples. The sensation made her shiver. Cupping one breast, she rolled the peak between her fingers, imagining his hot, wet mouth around it. “The question is, what will your future subjects think when they see the statue of me?”
Matthias put a knee on the mattress. The movement made the furred sac between his legs swing a bit, and she reached out to cradle it, enjoying how he shivered at her touch. “The women will weep from envy, and the men will all fall in love with you,” he murmured, his voice rough and needy. “And none of them will ever have you.”
“No, they won’t,” she breathed, letting him push her onto her back. The ache between her hips grew, turning into a slow, sweet throb. “Only you, my love.
Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of "y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay.
Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).
I figured it was time to begin acting like a real author and start a blog and/or website. For some reason, I decided that this would be easier? I suppose only time will tell how wise of a decision that was. :)
A little bit about me:
I'm happily married, and the mom of two wonderful boys. In the little bit of free time that I have to myself, I write whatever my muse tells me to. I love all things paranormal (I'm re-watching season one of Supernatural for the millionth time as I type this) and sci-fi and fantasy and superheroes. Basically I'm a giant nerd, which often comes across with little references or inside jokes in my books.
I had all these grand plans for a fantasy novel, and it's still sitting out there waiting to be completed - I call it my Dark Tower, because I swear it's going to take ten years just for me to finish the first draft of the damn thing. But I gave in to my muse and an now write romance.
I can't promise how often this will be updated, but welcome to the craziness!