Today's book, Buying Brianny is by Abbie Adams. It's part of the Masters of the Castle Series.
He was a man for God's sake. A man living in the twentieth century where treating a woman delicately had been bred into him. You never hit a girl, his mother had taught him that from a tender age.
Women's rights were touted hither and yon. Spanking was for disobedience in children. No, children weren't spanked anymore either.
Kian had been spanked many times as a child. His single mother might have seemed like a country
mouse, but she'd walloped him good on more than one occasion. And he'd deserved everything she dished out. He knew it—and he knew she loved him and wanted the best for him too.
That hadn't worked with an ex of his though. She hadn't thought of it as loving when he'd busted her ass for drinking and driving. No, she'd ended the relationship in a hurry. Of course he'd never repeated the mistake with another women. Not even his Brianny, who as it turns out, has craved discipline among
Brianny has a bucket list, not the kind you want to do before you die—the kind you do before you get married. Okay, maybe not that either, but her sister says unless Brianny explores her inner submissive, she'll never be content with her future husband.
But what if said future husband turns her away because he doesn't like her submissive side? It had taken
Brianny a pint of Hot Damn and her kinky sister to even put voice to her secret desires.
Some people go to strange and amazing lengths to prove their love. All Brianny wants as proof is for Kian to buy her at The Castle's New Year's Eve charity auction, then tie her up and take away her control.
Consentual, non-consent, that’s what her sister had called it. Was that too much to ask?
Will Kian pay the asking price? Money might not buy love, but at The Castle it can buy a submissive for the week.
"Sir, I'm a little concerned by your treatment of this girl. It's alarming when a submissive is terrified enough to run crying from a scene—and left to run through the castle without protection. What gives?" The darker Sylvester Stallone look-alike challenged him.
Kian turned back to the men. "Did she call the castle safeword?" He turned back to Bri to ask, "Do you want me to leave? If you don't want to be near me, I'll leave. In fact, that might be safer for you because, I'm going to end up blistering your ass before the night is through."
"I'm going to have to ask you to step into the hall, sir." Stallone stepped between Kian and Bri.
"She didn't safeword. Ask her if she wants me to leave." Kian crossed his arms over his chest.
Jackson had warned Kian of the chance of this happening.
"We might do just that, but you are going to wait elsewhere." The blond quarterback hedged him to the door.
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My husband is pretty much a straight arrow. He's always been a hard-working man, taking care of his family his top priority. We had some amazing sex and perfected the quickie. It was sort of necessary when you have five kids in eleven years.
We always had a full house. There were firemen hanging around, stopping for coffee and to talk about the latest calls etc. The coffee pot was always on and the door should have been revolving.
In those days we traveled with what I referred to as an entourage. If we mentioned we were going out, suddenly there were twenty other people who were going with us. Not that we didn't have a good time, we did, always, but it would have been nice to be alone once in a while.
One night when most of the kids were teenagers, we went out with another couple who were not close friends. We had a nice dinner, a few drinks and then he asked me if I wanted to dance. Once of the floor dancing to a sexy slow song he held me close and started whispering in my ear. My first thought was, who are you and what have you done with my husband!
I swear, out of nowhere he tapped into my fantasies like a psychic, describing in detail everything he'd ever wanted to do to me in his deep, husky voice. Damn, it was almost as though I'd written them down and handed them to him with the menu. It was the first time I realized my vanilla husband had a twisted little imagination of his own.
Seriously, he wanted to spank me, just because he felt like it! He said he didn't really need a reason. The next song was slow too, but we never made it to the end. I was so stunned and turned on, he almost carried from the dance floor. We said a hasty goodnight, not even sitting back down at the table and I'm sure our friends thought I was sick, and I was, with lust, lol. Bill made our excuses, I could say anything intelligent by this point and we were out the door in minutes.
That turned into one of the hottest nights of our very long marriage. I have no idea what brought it on, but Oh, What a Night!
If any of you have a special night and want to share it, feel free. I'd love to hear your story.
Welcome Jordon. Thanks for sharing your book on my blog today.
So first, of course, the obvious question. How did you become a writer?
I’ve always written stories even before I could read and write. I would scribble on paper and tell everyone to read my book.
Tell me about your latest release.
Behind Blue Eyes: Hells Vipers 2 is the sequel to Hells Vipers. With this one I wanted to do some of the things that the mail I received from fans requested such as more insight on other club members. I also wanted to give the reader a deeper view into Nuke and why he is the way he is.
Sounds like you have quite a following. Let's get right to the good stuff.
When Nuke's brother shows up at the Hells Vipers Motorcycle Club, he brings trouble with him, in more ways than one. Holden was always the good son, or so Nuke's family thought, but Nuke knows some things his mother and sister don't. The love of Nuke's life, Jasmine, knows something is wrong as soon as Holden comes back into Nuke's life. As Nuke struggles with the responsibilities that have come with his new position in the Hells Vipers, Holden's presence threatens to undermine his position and his relationship.
Life’s gotten difficult for other members of the club, too. Hells Vipers full patch member Kevin has given up his position in the club in the aftermath of a betrayal that has left him bitter, and Pipe looks for love as he copes with a dangerous crush.
Meanwhile, just what is Holden up to? And can Nuke and Jasmine survive what's in store when Nuke's blood relative comes into their lives as they're trying to form a family of their own?
“I don’t know how that man is still breathing,” Medic informed Nuke as all of them walked toward the main building. “The bullet passed right through him, missing all of his vital organs. The dogs sure as hell should have ripped him to shreds but they didn’t. I think we might need to look into getting new guard dogs; they’re acting odd. It’s almost like they were drugged with something. Anyway, there’s a lot of blood over at the fence on the east side of the compound,” Medic said as he pointed. “He made it to the boneyard before he passed out and that’s where we found him.”
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Renee Rose dropped in to share some juicy bits from her new novel:
Her Hollywood Daddy
Hollywood starlet Marissa Sparks’ career teeters on the brink of implosion. Her mansion is nearly under foreclosure, her rockstar boyfriend left her for a supermodel, and her habits of partying all night, drinking to excess and taking prescription drugs get her fired from her current picture. Her only hope is to convince Joel Sutherland, her co-star and one of the movie’s producers to give her another chance.
Joel knows Marissa has talent and a sweet, submissive nature, but believes her mother and sister are a terrible influence. All she needs is a strict daddy to take her in hand and give her some firm over-the-knee discipline and loving guidance. When she shows up at his door begging for his help, he agrees to advocate for her return to the movie on one condition: she must move in with him and live as his Little until filming is complete.
Marissa submits to Joel’s dominance and seems to thrive under his structure and protection, but he isn’t sure if it’s all a ploy to stay in the movie. She is, after all, a talented actress and could be faking everything. At the end of filming, she might just pick up and walk out his front door, taking his heart with her.
Publisher's Note: This book contains elements of ageplay, including spanking and erotic sex scenes.
He sat down beside her and dropped a hand on her knee. “Are you okay?”
She exhaled. “Yeah. Let’s just get going, though, okay?” She didn’t want her mom toddling over to her window and wanting to “talk.”
He put the car in reverse and backed out.
“Just so we’re clear, if you ever give me that passive-aggressive line about your phone being dead when you really just didn’t want to call me, I will bend you over my lap and spank your bare bottom until you can’t sit down.”
She gaped in surprise.
“And when I’ve finished paddling you raw, I will put a plug in your naughty ass and you’ll stand in the corner with your panties down and your red cheeks on display until I’m sure you’ve learned never to play games with Daddy.”
Heat flushed down her neck, across her breasts and to her core. Her bottom prickled at the threat. “It was true,” she said in a small, babygirl voice.
He lifted an eyebrow and she shrank in her seat. “I will spank you for lying, too.”
She chewed on her lip, trying to figure out if he meant it as a warning or if she’d just earned a spanking. “You would spank me, or you will?”
One corner of his mouth tugged up. “Consider it a warning, little girl.”
She couldn’t decide if she was relieved or disappointed.
Renee Rose / Darling Adams is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink.
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The pretty little preacher’s daughter in his arms wanted him as much as he wanted her. A couple of inches higher and he could bring her off in a matter of minutes, he was sure of it. On the other hand, if she didn’t know what that magic little button was for, he certainly wasn’t going to show her. Hell, what would she need him for?
Women in his time made it well known they could satisfy their own needs. He’d be damned if he made himself obsolete.
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Hi, I'm Stevie MacFarlane and I write sweet erotic romance and D/D, occasionally with a touch of kink.