Renee Rose Gifts Us With a Sexy Spanking on Wicked Wanton Wednesday

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This is my final author spotlight of 2015 and what better way to go out than with a HOT clip from one of romantic erotica’s most prolific authors.  During this busy season, with all the hustle and bustle, sometimes we need to kick back and take a few minutes to relax.  I recommend curling up with a glass of Christmas cheer, in front of a cozy fire, and a diving into a great Renee Rose erotic romance. 

Thanks for joining me, Renee.  What have you brought to spice up our Wednesday?

Hi Maddie!  Thanks so much for having me today. I am out talking about my new release, The Don’s Daughter, the third in a mafia D/s romance series. It was my favorite in the series, and readers seem to agree--they are calling this one the best yet!

Here’s the scoop:

Blurb:

Giving control of her body to Carlo Romano, underboss to her father, was dangerous. More dangerous than her hair-brained idea to take off her clothes at a strip club as a form of sex therapy. But the temptation outweighed the risk. Carlo made her feel sexy, alive and appealing, feelings she’d scarcely known after two years with her cheating and demoralizing ex-boyfriend.

Carlo couldn’t believe Summer — the don’s daughter — was dancing half-naked on the stage of a strip club. Nor could he believe she suggested he’d be the one to take a belt to her ass and set her straight. But he’d had a thing for Summer since the day he moved in with her family, fresh off a plane from Sicily. He couldn’t walk away from the opportunity to get up-close and intimate, and show her his dominant side.

Still, Summer may not be ready for a new relationship, and even if she is, there was the not-so-small matter of what her parents would say — her father would probably want to kill Carlo if he found out he’d seen her naked...

Excerpt

Carlo had Summer naked across his lap on the sofa. He was fully clothed, the way he liked it for a power exchange scene. He hadn’t touched it yet, but her pussy already glistened with dew simply from the act of baring herself for him.

He stroked the curves of her muscular ass, down her long, shapely thighs. Fucking gorgeous. Drawing his hand back, he landed a smack on the lower portion of her right cheek.

Her shoulders tensed, but she held still for him.

Such a good girl. She’d gone soft and sweet on him from the moment he’d promised a punishment in the car, and brunch had consisted of moony looks from under her lashes and more attempts to get him to share his personal preferences for everything from nuts or no nuts in cookies (nuts, definitely) to favorite vacation locale (mountains, not beach).

He smacked the other cheek, then rubbed the sting away. Warming her up slowly, he slapped and stroked until her bottom turned an enchanting shade of blush. Only then did he increase the intensity, spanking her harder and picking up the tempo.

She clenched her butt muscles and made little gasping noises that made his already stiffened cock go rock hard. The gasps turned into grunts and little cries. He wasn’t giving her time to assimilate the pain, so it would quickly overwhelm her senses. Sure enough, her hand came flailing back, trying to cover. He caught her wrist and pinned it behind her back, continuing to beat a steady rhythm on her rapidly reddening behind.

Summer looked back in alarm. “Carlo, I’m sorry!”

“You were a naughty girl, tesoro mio, and now your bottom must pay the price.”

She wriggled as if trying to dodge his hand. “Please!”

He had no intention of stopping, because the wriggling and the begging was just part of the game. He could spank her to tears and she’d still be dripping wet for him. Summer was wired as a true submissive, her masochism a complement to her dance career.

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Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes romance novels centered around her favorite kink: spanking. She has won The Romance Reviews and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical Romance, is often found on the list of Amazon's Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.

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Check Out Claire Britain's Debut in the Author's Spotlight

New author Claire Britain is in the author spotlight today.  She has made quite a splash with her 5-star debut novel that is sure to please the BDSM, spanking and medical play lover in us all. 

Luckily, she has brought us a sneak peak of Reining in Riley, her first LGBT erotic romance published by Stormy Night.

Welcome, Claire.   

CB:  Greetings! Thanks for hosting me Maddie!  I’m a brand new author and am  excited to share a few excerpts of my very first book,  

MT:  I'm so happy to have you Claire.  I've had tons of M/f authors and an occasional F/m and M/M, but F/f is grossly under-represented.  In fact, you are my first.  I hope you'll come back with your follow up and sit in the author's corner for a little interview.  I'd like to pick your kinky brain.  

Now, without further ado, let's get on with the main event...

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Joanna started a steady flurry of spanks to Riley’s behind, alternating cheeks and covering Riley’s backside from top to bottom. Riley could feel the heat building as the stinging slaps began to renew her arousal and she moaned in response to the fire building on her behind and between her legs. Joanna smiled and decided it was time to cool Riley off a little.

“Now I’m going to begin, Riley,” she said coolly.

Joanna raised her arm high and brought it down with ferocity on Riley’s cheeks over and over in a steady rhythm that had Riley bucking and writhing on Joanna’s lap in an attempt to avoid the assault.

“Ow, shit, c’mon, Jo, that hurts, please, no more!” Riley pleaded.

Joanna stopped and put her hand on Riley’s hot bottom. “Are you ever going to do that again?”

“No, I promise, please!” Riley whimpered, looking up behind her to see what implement was causing the wicked sting, only to see Joanna’s hand.

“That was just my hand, Riley, and let me assure you that was only half of what I’m capable of,” Joanna assured her, applying a few harder spanks to Riley’s behind again. “Do we understand our positions now?”

“Ow, ow, yes, we do,” Riley replied desperately.

“Very good, but I’m not done with you yet,” Joanna said as she guided Riley up off her lap.

Riley’s hands immediately flew to her backside, frantically trying to rub the sting away.

Joanna grinned as she watched Riley. “No rubbing!” she said as sternly as she could over her amusement, making Riley jump and put her hands at her side.

“I want you to go to the bed and lie face down, and don’t you move until I tell you.”

Riley looked deeply into Joanna’s green eyes, a crooked grin appearing on her face as she went compliantly over to the bed.

“Wait, that shirt, I want it off,” Joanna commanded.

Riley turned to face Joanna and grasped the hem of her nightshirt, slowly pulling it up over her stomach then to her small breasts seductively and eventually off over her head. Joanna nodded her approval as she went to her dresser and removed a silk scarf from one of the drawers. She pointed at the bed and Riley climbed on, lying face down. Joanna admired her handiwork and ran a finger over Riley’s bright red behind, making her shiver. She folded the scarf and tied it around Riley’s head in a blindfold, a satisfied smile on her face as she left the bedroom.

Riley’s arousal was as intense as the sting she still felt on her bottom. Even though she wanted to rub out the sting, the invisible bonds of Joanna’s instruction left her in submission and the anticipation made her heart race.

Riley could see nothing but she heard Joanna return to the bedroom and her heart pounded in her chest and her bottom cheeks clenched in anticipation. She felt Joanna sit on the bed next to her and she held her breath.

“Did you rub your bottom while I was gone?” Joanna whispered in Riley’s ear.

“No,” Riley breathed.

“Good girl. When you do as you’re told, you get rewarded. Unlike when you’re naughty and you get punished,” Joanna whispered, making Riley squirm on the bed.

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The blurb:  

When Joanna Armstrong hires Riley Carrington to work for her company—one of Los Angeles’ most prestigious advertising firms—she knows she’s taking a risk. With her sharp tongue and defiant attitude, Riley seems bound for trouble, but there’s something special about her that Joanna can’t bring herself to pass up.

After Riley insults one of the company’s senior partners, however, Joanna decides that what the beautiful, free-spirited twenty-seven-year-old needs is structure and consequences. Riley faces a suspension without pay for her misconduct, and when Joanna offers her an alternate proposal she hesitantly agrees. She will work for Joanna at her home office, but first she’ll submit to a thorough, no-nonsense paddling, and any future misbehavior will earn her more of the same, this time on her bare bottom.

Joanna’s firm-handed discipline turns out to be just what Riley has been missing, and before long they have become much more than just boss and employee. Despite Joanna’s best efforts and Riley’s frequently sore bottom, her wild and careless behavior continues even as their romance blossoms. When a motorcycle accident almost claims Riley’s life, Joanna takes it upon herself to care for her girlfriend, though her treatment often leaves Riley blushing crimson. But once Riley recovers, will Joanna be prepared to do whatever it takes to rein her in before it is too late?

Publisher’s Note: Reining in Riley is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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A Walking Wet Dream on WIP It Up Wednesday

Welcome WIPsters.  

Today, I don’t have a WIP to share so I’m giving you a Christmas treat with a snippet from my first published short story which is part of Put Your Ho Ho’s On, a wonderful varied collection of erotic Christmas shorts. Let’s get right to the good stuff and I’ll tell you more in a bit. 

His Naughty Christmas Angel

High school teacher Nicole Parrish has dreamed of a torrid affair with her sexy principal.  The faculty Christmas party allows her the perfect opportunity to tease and entice, and hopefully, turn those long-held fantasies into reality. 

*****

“You look like a walking wet dream in that dress and you know it.  You wore it intentionally to get a rise out of me.”  He took a half-step nearer, which brought him right up against her and purposely pressed the hard length of his cock into her flat belly.  “It worked remarkably well, naughty girl.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she said in protest, though he noted a hint of unease had crept into her voice. “This is sexual harassment, you know.  Or were you sleeping through this year’s training film.”

“It’s not harassment if both parties are willing.” His hand came up to her shoulder, rubbing a glossy lock between his thumb and forefinger before gliding inward, and curling around the nape of her neck.  As he pulled her in, his other hand captured her hip, fingers flexing into the supple softness of her ass.

“Who said I was willing?” Her voice broke slightly on the last word, the sexy little liar.  She cleared her throat, pretending to be unaffected.  He wasn’t fooled.

“You did, but with your body not your mouth.  Your nipples are so hard I’m expecting the tips to poke through your dress at any moment, I can see the rapid rhythm of your pulse pounding in your throat.” He paused to inhale “And, I can smell you.”  He didn’t miss how she swallowed tightly at his bold words.  Lowering his head, he nuzzled his nose beneath her ear.  “It’s not just the Opium you wear every day that drive us poor slobs who have to work with you insane with lust, but I can pick up a hint of your arousal.  If I put my hand in your panties you’d be wet for me, wouldn’t you, Nicole?”

Breathlessly, she replied, “If you put your hand in my panties, sir, you’ll find my knee digging sharply into that iron fireplace poker that’s prodding my navel.  Annual training includes self-defense classes, or did that slip your lust fogged mind, Mr. Administrator?”

He chuckled, moving intimately against her.  This time she tried to retreat, but he didn’t give her that option.  Each step she took, he matched it with one of his own until with a clang, she bumped into the wall of lockers behind her.

“Oo,” she squealed, surging forward, plastering her hot body against his from tits to thighs, “that’s cold.”

He leaned in, chest meeting hers, arms coming up on either side of her body, trapping her and leaving no avenue for escape.  “That’s because your dress doesn’t have a back, bad girl, but I’ll happily warm you up.”

“In your dreams, big boy.”

Impatient from all the teasing, he moved his hands between them and with a yank separated the front of her dress.  The stretchy material parted easily in his hands and her breasts popped free.  Hungrily, he looked down at the rosy blush suffusing her milky white tits, the tempting nipples as hard as he predicted. 

“Justin, you can’t.  Someone will see.”

He rubbed the front of his shirt against the taut peaks, watching as one caught on a button and elicited a moan from her parted lips.  As quickly as he’d bared her breasts, he spun her around, pressing into her from behind until her front connected with the 

cool metal lockers.  She squealed and squirmed in objection, but he held her firmly.

“No one will come into this back hallway unless you alert them.  So, I suggest you keep quiet.”  He eased back enough for his hand to glide over her out thrust ass, squeezing handfuls of her pliant flesh as he did so.  His foot moved between hers.  "Spread your legs,” he commanded huskily.

*****

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Introduction By International Bestselling Author C.K. Laurence

I was so honored when Muffy Wilson asked me to write the introduction to this holiday compendium of the bestselling Literotica authors that could be found that I immediately dropped my pants and pulled on my ho hos to begin deliberation on how I could possibly do justice to the joy, love, humor and sincere holiday spirit in PUT YOUR HO HOs ON.

Sleigh bells rung in my head here in 90 degree Miami Beach heat and I tingled in all those special places as I read each of the best selling Literotica author's entries. It was so buoying to be one of the first to have the opportunity to read the entire collection of delightful tales of love, romance and hot sex--in the spirit of Christmas!

Relax in your most comfortable chair--or if you're reading it with one of your particularly special partners you might be more comfy wearing your birthday suit and cuddling in bed. You are about to read the works of over twenty bestselling Literotica authors, all carefully chosen for their always titillating books and the most capable to write these erotic tales of six-pack Santas, hung so well that you'll have sugar plum genitals dancing in your heads! (OOOOPS! Did I say that out loud?)

I'm going to turn the anthology over to you now, because even if you're not breathing a little heavier just yet, you will be when you get to the 'meat' of the stories. So put your ho hos on and get ready for the hottest winter holidays ever!

~ C.K. Laurence

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Christmas Marine

"Carpe Marine Christmas Package."

Airicka Phoenix

Heads or Tails

"Heads, I'm yours. Tails, you're mine."

Ashen White

8 Yule Swords

"A coven of skyclad witches initiates a novice on the Longest Night of

Winter."

Bernard Tristan Foong

Naughty Bad Boys

"Let's be naughty and bad. That'll save Santa the trip."

Blak Rayne

Turkish Delight

"One box of candies, one blindfold, and in one night everything

changed."

 C.P. Mandara

Melting

"She's waited ten years for one night."

Erzabet Bishop

Naughty Cookie

"Wooden spoons will fly..."

Gale Stanley

Cry Uncle

"Dumped by her soulmate, Polly is afraid to trust another man--until she embraces a lifestyle where trust is everything."

Gemma Parkes

Calendar Girl

"The camera never lies, but sometimes it can reveal more than was intended."

Gina Kincade

On Santa's Naughty List

"Sometimes there's more rewarding fun to be had on Santa's

naughty list!"

Jacintha Topaz

Skid - Black Storm Pack 5

"Alpha finds a mate in the most unlikely man and place."

Ju Ephraime

Pleasure Intense

"This Christmas he plans on taking her in every position possible...

all sixty-four of them."

Kiki Howell

Silent Night

"The peace of Christmas Eve eludes a vampire in love."

Maddie Taylor   

His Naughty Christmas Angel

"Will her dominant boss jump at the chance for some yuletide delights or will her naughtiness prompt a different response entirely?"

Pablo Michaels

Little Old St Nick

"Is sex before dinner with Little Ole St. Nick the true meaning of Christmas?"

Paige Matthews

A Devoured Christmas

"Christmas gets kinky and devoured"

Phoenix Johnson

A Bride for Christmas

"All he wants for Christmas is a bride to call his own."

P.T. Macias

Blood Moon Mate

"Paranormal bad boys are sexy, wild, and full of suspense!"

R.B O'Brien

The Bed, the Blindfold and the Belt

"Will Michael allow Natalie to cum home for Christmas?"

Rebecca Lorenson

A Christmas Ornament

"Far from home, Dawn gets a little Christmas spirit."

Sky Purington

A Christmas Miracle

"Love found across time is put to the test when tragedy separates a Highlander

from his lass."

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Give a warm Wicked Wanton Wednesday welcome to the lovely and very talented Katherine Deane.  

A bestselling erotica author and self-proclaimed closet spanko (hm… doesn’t that mean she’s out of the spanko closet or at least the door is ajar? LOL), Katherine is here pimping her newest release.  

Lucky us!  

That means we get a flesh jiggling preview.  Woo hoo!!! 

What have you got for us today, Katherine?

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Thanks so much for having me over today, Maddie!

I’m here with a shameless promo of my latest spanking romance, Wren’s Redemption.  In this clip, Wren has just met her new physical therapist and coach. But she already knows him, and has some pretty good memories of the last time they were together. Jonathan spanked her. And she is not happy to see him.

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Jonathan couldn’t stop the shit eating grin as he plunked down on top of Paul’s desk. Yes, that little spanking had fueled a lot of memories and fantasy fodder, over the past three years. Her creamy flesh jiggling up and down, as he imprinted her with his red splotchy handprint. Granted, that had been extremely inappropriate. So had the thoughts he had had toward the then nineteen-year-old athlete.  It was a smart move for him to take a break from the team. But if he had stayed, Wren wouldn’t be in the position she was in now. Falling from grace must have hurt her pretty bad. And it looked like she was still very angry. Her lips pursed, her blue eyes blazed, and if her arms squeezed any tighter around her chest, she would asphyxiate herself.

“Did you hear me, jackass?” she spat.

“I heard you loud and clear, sweetheart. And it sounds like you are itching to go back over my knee again, right now.” He took pleasure in her soft little gasp as her eyes widened and her cheeks blushed. He had always been able to fluster her, and he loved how easily she showed her emotions. She hadn’t changed a bit. Well, except for filling out a little more up top, and the hardened look in her eyes. He would fix that.

He leaned into her personal space, and listened as she took in a quick nervous breath. Grasping a tendril of her long hair, he twirled it around his finger a few times. “I like the purple. What’d your folks say?”

She caught her bearings, and yanked away from him. “What do you think?”

He was sure good old conservative Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery had had fits. He wondered how much of her lashing out was for the media, and how much was directed at her parents. “Well, it suits you and your personality.”

She rolled her eyes and snorted, sitting back against the chair stiffly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He knelt down to get at her eye level and grasped her chin, “It means you haven’t given up yet. You’re stronger than they gave you credit for. And you are going to prove it to them when you make the national team in four months.”

Her eyes softened and he finally received a glimpse of the former Wren Montgomery, the sweetheart with the heart of gold. She sniffled. “Who’s them?”

“The whole world, sweetie. Including you.”  He let go of her chin and sat back on the desk, folding his arms and piercing her with a firm gaze. “But first, we need to get you through your last bit of PT, and you’re going to need a coach.”

“Are you going to act like this the whole time we are together?” Her brow furrowed and the pink flush spread to her ears.

“You’re asking if I’ll spank your bare bottom again.”

Her small squeak of embarrassment assured him he had all of her attention, even though she wouldn’t meet his gaze. It had worked three years ago. Why not?

“Yes, my little rebel, I’m going to work your ass harder than you have ever trained before. And when you give up, or don’t give your all, or give me too much attitude, I will punish you. And I promise you, when we are done, you will be the best “bad girl”, gymnastics has ever seen.” He stood up and held out his hand. “So what do you say?”

Her grip was stronger than he had anticipated, and Jonathan schooled his features not to wince, as she flashed her brilliant white teeth at him. 

“When do we start, Coach?”

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Wren’s Redemption

Nineteen-year-old gymnast Wren Montgomery was America’s golden girl, but then it all came crashing down. As far as the media is concerned, it was a devastating ankle injury which began her downward spiral, but in her heart Wren knows better. The truth is that things started going wrong the day her beloved coach Jonathan Reilly not only rejected her romantic advances, but actually spanked her bare bottom as if she were a silly little girl when she tried to hide her heartbreak behind an angry outburst.

Now at twenty-two, after one poor decision after another Wren has become the “bad girl” of the gymnastics world. Desperate to break out of her slump and with nowhere else to turn, she decides to accept help from the best coach she ever had… the same man who spurned and then spanked her years ago.

Jonathan watched Wren’s fall from grace, and he fell with her. He still blames himself for leaving the team—and more importantly, leaving her—and now that he has the chance to help his little rebel get back on track, he isn’t going to let it slip through his fingers. This time he’ll be there for her no matter what, both when she needs a loving embrace and when she needs a firm hand applied to her bare bottom. Most important of all, if she still wants him to be more than just her coach, this time he won’t let anything keep him from claiming what is his.

Publisher’s Note: Wren’s Redemption is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Author’s bio:

Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart. While she enjoys her life as a stay at home mom, married to the man of her dreams, she also loves fantasizing. She reads and writes in many different genres, but her favorites are: spanking romance, paranormal, fantasy, and science fiction. She blogs about her life as an everyday woman (and closet Spanko), and about her career as a published author.

You can catch up with her at:

http://katherindeane.wordpress.com

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