Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Alex Reynolds, a Sexy Sheriff, a Spoiled Girl and a Spanking, All on Wicked Wanton Wednesday

Please welcome first time guest author Alex Reynolds to Wicked Wanton Wednesday.  She’s pimping her new erotic spanking and age play release, The Sheriff’s Little Girl, and lucky us, we get to enjoy a sexy spanking excerpt.  

I love learning about new authors, and although with three books published, Alex is not brand new, it was interesting to read her bio and get to know more about her. She's a spanking enthusiast and her resume is unique and quite varied, don’t miss it below.   

Alex:  Thanks so much for having me on your blog. I really appreciate it.  The excerpt I’ve brought along is from my new book, The Sheriff's Little Girl. It's from the first spanking scene, when Peter finally decides that he needs to take Julie in hand:


“I’m not kidding,” Peter told her. “I want you to get over my lap, right now.” He guided her toward the position that he wanted.

To his surprise, Julie didn’t fight back against this, but she fell across his knees with as much attitude as possible, making a ‘humph!’ sound as she landed.

“We’ll see what your attitude is like when this is finished,” Peter warned her. He gripped the skirt of her party dress and pulled it up, exposing a sheer white thong.

“Wait, you’re really going to do this?” Julie asked, a little panicked.

“Oh, I’m really going to do this. And I’m going to do it right,” he told her. 

He pulled at the strap of her thong. “This isn’t offering you much protection, and it’s really not appropriate underwear for a little girl like you, so I’m going to slip this off. You’re going to get a proper, bare bottom spanking now.”

Julie grabbed a cushion off the sofa and buried her face in it.

“Feeling embarrassed?” he asked her as he slowly tugged her skimpy panties down. He couldn’t help but savor the sight of her fully bare bottom, round and high over his lap. He tugged her thong all the way down her legs, then maneuvered it over her shoes and off.

“I’m just going to put these in my pocket for now, you can have them back when you can behave properly,” he told her.


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The blurb:

After twenty-four-year-old Julie catches her boyfriend selling drugs out of a rehab clinic and he threatens to hurt her if she tells anyone about it, the world suddenly seems like a much harsher, more dangerous place. When she shows up at Sheriff Peter Mitchell’s office and explains the danger she’s in, it doesn’t take him long to decide that she needs to come home with him so he can watch over her while his men set up a sting operation to catch the man who threatened her.

Peter is more than ready to protect Julie from anyone who might try to harm her, but he is far less ready for just how badly the lazy, spoiled girl is in need of a firm hand applied to her bare bottom. Yet when he takes matters into his own hands and gives her the first spanking of her life, he finds that he wants nothing more than to hold her in his lap and comfort her afterwards.

Nobody has ever made Julie feel secure and loved the way Peter does, and soon she’s calling him daddy as he dresses her, gives her baths, puts her to bed, and makes sure she’s not scared of the dark. Peter will not put up with naughtiness from his little girl, and when she misbehaves his punishments leave her bottom burning and her cheeks blushing red, yet when he takes her in his arms and shows her how a man should love a woman her sore backside is quickly forgotten. But the stress of the ongoing investigation isn’t quite so easy to forget. Can Julie learn to trust her daddy to keep her safe no matter what? 


Author Bio

Alex Reynolds is an author of erotic spanking fiction, as well as a popular spanking video model. She also writes the award winning spanking blog, Alex in Spankingland.

Alex was born in Upstate New York and was raised there and in New Jersey. She graduated with a degree in Creative Writing in 2009.

Interested in spanking throughout her entire life, Alex began to explore this world shortly after her eighteenth birthday. She became more strongly involved in the spanking community in her early twenties, when she began her blog and, shortly thereafter, started to star in spanking videos. Her whirlwind of spanking adventures have taken her around the world, and she feels fortunate to have met so many wonderful people by sharing this kink that she loves so dearly. These adventures and experiences have given her a lot to write about!

Alex lives in Los Angeles, California with her boyfriend and Dominant, Paul, and their two cats. She is polyamorous and also has wonderful and fulfilling relationships with another boyfriend and girlfriend who live just across town. She co-produces the spanking video websites Northern Spanking and Kitchen Sink Spanking and teaches workshops on spanking, consent and negotiation at kink related events. She is currently working on a project to help raise awareness of and sensitivity towards consensual kink dynamics within the mental health care community.

Alex's other interests include video games, indie music, visiting National Parks and every kind of cat. 

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Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Kallista Dane and His To Claim in the Author Spotlight on Wicked Wanton Wednesday

I am pleased to welcome 

Kallista Dane back to the 

Wicked Wanton 


author spotlight.  

This time she returns as a 

#1 Bestselling 

Sci-Fi Erotica Author with

His To Claim 

Almost two months after release, this 5-star rated "quick and intense erotic sci-fi  romance" has staying power while still garnering a #6 spot in erotica science-fiction and a top 50 in erotica BDSM. 

Congratulations on all your success, Kallista.  

And, lucky us, she's brought along an excerpt.  

His To Claim


In two long strides he was at her side.  He grabbed her by the arm and sank down onto the rim of the stone basin next to her, then dragged her face-down across his lap.  Lexi fought hard, kicking and punching, but she was no match for his much greater size and strength.

She cried out as his broad palm connected with her backside.  First in shock, then in pain.  She struggled even more fiercely.  In response, the savage locked her legs tightly between his, shifted her body on his thighs, and whacked her again, spouting off all the while in a harsh tone.
Lexi hardly registered the sound.  Her entire being focused on the hand now cracking down over and over on her nearly bare bottom.  The cylerian might protect against heat and cold, rain and wind.  But it did nothing to stop the overwhelming sensation of burning and stinging he’d ignited on her backside. 

She’d heard of spanking.  An ancient form of discipline practiced back on Earth, used primarily on wayward youth by primitive people who lacked the ability to control their offspring with reason and logic.  But she’d never heard of it being practiced in the modern world.  You’re not in the modern world, she reminded herself.  You’ve been thrown into an uncivilized land filled with crude beings.  And right now one of them is treating you like a naughty child.

She tried to control her thoughts, send her mind far away from the sensory overload her body was experiencing.  It was no use.  Nothing in her training had prepared her for this.  The sound of his sharp, rhythmic swats.  The warm bare hand sending licks of fire up and down her backside.  The hard masculine thighs crushing her nearly naked stomach and breasts.  The tension she could feel radiating from him, tightly controlled power pouring through his body, ready to explode in an instant.
She’d never felt so helpless in all her life. He whacked her again and she squirmed wildly, trying to evade his hard palm. 

He stopped for a moment and shifted her again on his lap.  In her heightened state of awareness, she caught a strangely compelling scent emanating from him - at the same time she became aware of a growing bulge in his crotch pressing up against her.

Lexi froze, remembering the swollen penis she’d seen on the other man, the way he stroked it and leered at her.  This time the man who’d protected her was the one in an obscene state of arousal.  Would this crude savage try to engage with her in some bizarre sexual act after his display of mastery?

She panicked, writhing and struggling on his lap.  But that only increased the contact, grinding her lower body against his engorged member.  And now, the fire on her bottom seemed to be spreading, flooding her with a different kind of heat.  A jolt of desire rocked her and she shivered.  To her surprise, she could feel dampness building between her thighs like it did when she pleasured herself with her holographic device.

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The blurb:

After a newly rediscovered device for interstellar travel malfunctions drastically, biologist Alexis Sims ends up stranded on Iridia, a planet thought to have been rendered lifeless by terrible warfare centuries ago. To her surprise, Alexis soon discovers Iridia is home to a hardy tribe of warriors—primitive savages, to her eyes—who have found a way to survive on this harsh world. Ayron, a tough, skilled hunter, rescues Alexis and brings her to an underground city.

Once there, it rapidly becomes apparent that her place in this society will be quite different from what she is used to back on Earth. When she resists being stripped and bathed, she is held firmly over Ayron’s strong thighs for the first spanking of her life. Then after a thorough, intimate examination demonstrates her suitability as a mate, Alexis is turned loose in the outlands. The hunter who captures her will win the right to publicly lay claim to her in front of the entire city.

Though Ayron is undoubtedly the mightiest of the hunters, since the tragic loss of his family he has lived in grief. But when he comes upon Alexis naked in a cave, cowering before one of the most brutish men of the tribe, instinct wins out and he fights for her, defeats his foe, and takes her as his mate.

Despite her shock at his primitive ways, Ayron’s raw masculinity and utter dominance excites Alexis beyond anything she’s ever known, and soon she is blushing red and quivering with desire as he claims her in every way he pleases. Her need for him quickly grows into something much deeper, but even as he protects her from the dangers of a hostile planet she wonders whether she can ever truly heal his wounds and take her rightful place in his heart.

Publisher’s Note: His to Claim is a stand-alone book set in the same world as His to Command. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, exhibitionism, elements of medical play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Panting, Pummeling and Pistoning, Oh My with Maggie Carpenter’s Warrior and His Hellion Hostage on Wicked Wanton Wednesday.

Today, we’re starting off with a bang and going straight to HOTTER than HOT excerpt from Maggie Carpenter’s newest release,

His Hellion Hostage

But stick around for the author interview that follows…


He began to lick and nip and kiss his way across her skin, lingering at her breasts, then journeyed his mouth between her legs to kiss her inner thighs. Her moans and groans, and gasps and sighs, urged him in his exploration, but his cock was demanding more. With deft fingers he unshackled her ankles, then kneeling between her legs he grasped her hips and pulled her into his pelvis, rubbing his cock up and down the soaked crevice between her cunt lips.

“Please take me?” she groaned. “Take me and ravage me. I am craving you.”

“I shall take you when it pleases me,” he replied, then grabbing her knees he bent them up and into her body.

“Oh, what are you doing? My knees have never been so high.”

“Your lovely channel is hungry, and this will feed it as it has never been fed before,” he said huskily, and placing his turgid cock against her slick, dripping entrance he pushed gently forward.

Cautiously impaling her, he watched her carefully, making sure there was only pleasure as he snaked his large member home. When at last he was deeply buried he closed his eyes, reveling in her enveloping pussy as it sparked hot tingles through his loins.

“You are made for my cock,” he grunted.

“Plunder me,” she belated, “plunder my pussy and make it yours.”

Her plea fired his fever and he began to stroke, relishing the hot sweetness of his unhurried thrusts. Continuing the leisurely pace, he waited until she was moving her hips in a silent request for more, then began to accelerate. Without pause, his cock gaining speed, he listened as her soft moans become ardent cries, and when her fingers gripped the bed covers and she began panting, he knew she was drawing close

“Tell me what you are feeling?” he demanded.

“The orgasm, I only have it when my button is being rubbed,” she panted, “but I can feel it coming. How is that possible? It is almost frightening, it is such a big bubble.”

“Sink into it,” he said softly. “Relax and let it flow through you. I’m going to take you there now.”


“Hush,” he crooned. “Just surrender to me.”

Returning his hands to her hips he shifted her slightly, finding the angle, then let his rapture take hold, and as his cock became a pummeling piston, taking control and sweeping them forward, he could feel his loins fill. He was swelling, he was about to burst, and though he knew she was on the edge, he sensed something was blocking her.

“Fallon, you will have your moment, and you will have it now,” he commanded.

Her body suddenly tightened, he saw the bloom move across her chest, and as her orgasmic wails filled the room, his convulsions took hold and he exploded.

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The blurb:

Spankings, blazing sex, and salacious surprises fill the pages of this BDSM fairytale.

Princess Fallon is a beguiling young royal, but when the twin suns descend she tosses away her gowns, and dressed in a warrior’s garb she wields a sword and fights invisible opponents. Though svelte and small, she has developed a hidden strength and expertise, and she fears no-one!

When Princess Lizbett readies herself to take the throne, she learns that Princess Fallon has begun a reckless plan to try to take the crown. Lizbett’s warrior husband, Lord Larian, orders Zoltaire, his second-in-command, to capture Fallon and hold her until Lizbett’s coronation is over.

Princess Fallon is not an easy captive, but she quickly learns any misbehavior will be met with a trip over Zoltaire’s knee for a sound, bare-bottom spanking. Though she is initially shocked, she finds there is a residual benefit to his hot stinging hand.

Zoltaire has been trained in the dark arts of erotic domination, and he recognizes certain traits in his hellion hostage. Does she harbor secret fantasies?

Will Zoltaire stay strong, or lose his heart to the determined damsel? And what about Princess Fallon? Can she resist the charismatic warrior, or will her shadowy desires and licentious libido open her eyes to the man he is, and ultimately surrender herself to all that he offers?

Maddie’s Intimate Author’s Corner

Maddie:  Maggie, you’ve been a frequent guest so I was hoping I could pick your brain about serious author/publishing stuff.  I promise not to be too rough, but I’m curious.  You have been self-publishing for a while now, but have recently had two new releases with Stormy Nights Publications.  Can you tell me what made you decide to dip your toe back into the formal publishing pool? 

Maggie:  I felt that I had hit a plateau. My books did well, but some not as well as I thought they should. After chatting with several fellow authors I heard some good things about SNP, so I decided to see if they would be interested in working with me. I’m seriously independent, and admit I was a bit skeptical, but I’m happy to say we worked together well, and our first book together, “Her Officer In Charge,” fared better than I thought It would.

Maddie:  I noticed His Willful Bride came out like it was on fire and quickly shot to #1, staying in the top spot for several weeks.  Congratulations on your success.  What, if anything, was different about this book to shoot it straight to the top?  What role did the publisher play in the success of this book?

Maggie:  Thank you, Maddie. It was my first #1, and it’s been such a thrill.
If I knew why it happened, I’d write a book about it and make a million dollars overnight, but I’m happy to share my thoughts.

The cover is beautiful, and I think the title offers just enough to be peak the curiosity. While those two elements might cause someone to hit the click button, staying power has to point to something else.

Is it because the book is extremely romantic? Is romance, real romance, hearts and flowers and poetry romance, still alive? Does it still thump its heady drumbeat in the secret corners of our hearts? It does In mine, and perhaps in this crazy, drama-filled world, escaping into a fanciful, old-fashioned love story full of sighs and hugs and decadent sex, is just what the doctor ordered.

Maddie:  For many authors, to self-publish or not, that is the question.  What are your thoughts now, after doing both? What are the pros and cons?

Maggie:  Wow. The answer to that question is complex, but I’ll do my best to be succinct.

If you like the publishing process, i.e. designing the cover, formatting the manuscript (or dealing with a formatter), handling the marketing, and having total control from start to finish over every aspect of your book, then you would love self-publishing. Is there anything as frustrating or exasperating as looking at the cover of a novel you’ve spent hours upon hours writing, and absolutely hating it. As an indie, that sick feeling never happens, and the words, ”Oh, no, this really sucks,” never leaves your lips. Moments like that, and arguments over content, is what sent me out into the world, and while there was a steep learning curve, it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

Publishers offer specifics most self-publishers lack. For example, SNP (at the time of this writing) has over 32,000 followers on FB. I have about 700. SNP, like most publishers, has a newsletter. I would love to do a newsletter, but I don’t have the time or expertise to put one together, write it, build a mailing list, and get it out. It’s not a lack of a desire, it’s simply a lack of time. SNP has editors, and while editors can be a royal PIA, I have yet to experience any issues with their suggestions. Finding an editor as an indie is like walking through a mine field, and editors cost money.
Self-publishing a book can be costly, and I don’t just mean in terms of dollars. There’s the promotion, which takes hours, and includes the endless search for a good marketing program, which is about as elusive as catching a handful of fog.  While I give away a hefty percentage with a publisher, I don’t have the upfront costs, and more importantly, it saves me...yes, there’s that word again...time!

I think the choice comes down to your personality type. I’m a submissive, but I’m also a control freak (go figure), so I really enjoy self-publishing, but to date, SNP has proven to an extremely positive experience.  I’ll continue to do both, until circumstances dictate a change.

Maddie:  In this Maggie, we are oh so different.  I too like a positive experience, but my inner submissive author wants to relinquish control.  I do, however, reserve the right to safeword when I need to, like with a cover, for example.  I'll cry red louder than anyone if its something I don't like, that doesn't represent my couple or the story.  But, I also like what I like, which is writing.  I don't want to get bogged down in all the technical stuff.  So kudos to you my friend for taking up the self-pub challenge and going for it.  You're a better woman than I in that regard.  

Okay, I got off on a tangent.  Let me get back on track.  What is next on your publishing schedule?

Maggie:  I just finished the sequel to His Willful Bride. No title yet, but for those who have read the book I can tell you it’s about Charlotte’s dashing, dare-devil cousin, Lord Walter Danby, and a certainly young lady named Miranda, Charlotte’s nemesis.  Like, The Willful Bride, it is deeply romantic.

I’m about to start my next cowboy novel, as in, the first chapter just wrote itself in my head, so my fingers will be dancing across this keyboard later today. No rest for the wicked writer.

Maddie:  Thank you so much for being on today, Maggie, and for taking part in my interview.  It's very intriguing to see all that goes on behind the book covers.  

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Sunday, September 13, 2015

A Sexy Rugged Trail Master Finds His Bride on #Scintillating Sunday

For my second appearance on Scintillating Sunday, I  have for you a rip-roarin’ historical western, complete with a hot, dominant hero, a citified heroine who can throw sass (as well as other things) as well as any 1852 western gal, hot romance, hotter sex and a story line set on the exciting, grueling and unfortunately for Mina, trouble fraught Oregon Trail.

Shall we get right to a snippet from The Trail Master’s Bride?

The setup:

Jealousy over the pretty new widow flourishes among the women of the wagon train.  They bring their concerns to the Trail Master insisting that something be done about what they feel are her inappropriate overtures toward their husbands.  Weston sees it for what it is, petty nonsense, but he can’t have this upheaval on his wagon train and proposes what he feels is the only solution. 

An excerpt from The Trail Master’s Bride:

“You need a strong man to safeguard you and I’m already filling those shoes. You also need a solid future; I can provide that too. I won’t be too hard to look at for the next thirty or forty years, will I?”
 Mina felt the blood rush to her face. Weston Carr was anything but hard to look at. Ruggedly handsome was more like it. Tall, muscular, he was also very capable and confident, and made her feel protected. He was also quite strong, thrilling her in the way he lifted her like she was little more than a bag full of down. And he made the effort to see that she was safe and secure, which was something else uncommon to her for most, if not all, of her life. Moreover, he stirred something deep within her that no man ever had before.
“I think marrying me is the best of all three options.” His hand rose to her cheek, holding her gently as his thumb arced out to lightly brush her lower lip. He leaned down, and as he did, Mina closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his breath on her face. She anticipated his kiss, a sense of disappointment sweeping over her when he stopped just shy of doing so. When he next spoke, she could feel his words on her lips. “What do you say, darlin’? Wanna get hitched?”
Her lashes swept up and their eyes met. His lips had tilted up in a teasing grin and his blue eyes sparkled with mischief, although she read concern for her in their depths. He didn’t have to do this. Other men, uncaring, indifferent men like her father and Elliott, would have packed her off at the first opportunity, no questions asked, washing their hands of her. Not this man.
She cleared her dry throat. “With such a gallant proposal, how could any girl say no?”
“Smart girl.” He smiled, his long arms curving around her shoulders and pulling her in for a hug before he got serious. “I’ll take care of you always, Mina, and try to give you a happy life. You mind me, as well as you have these past few days, and we’ll get along just fine.”
Mina stiffened. How could she have forgotten he was so dictatorial, and worse, a spanking kind of man? Sakes alive!
“Come on,” he said, after he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Let’s go find the preacher.”

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The official blurb:

After being cast out of her childhood home by her horrid stepmother and forced into a marriage by her uncaring father, Mina Hobart reluctantly begins the journey west on the Oregon Trail, hating every minute of each hot, dusty day. Then tragedy strikes and Mina is left a widow.

The west is no place for a young, newly single woman, and the job of keeping Mina safe—and keeping her in line—falls to Weston Carr, the rugged trail master. Weston quickly proves more than ready to tame the feisty redhead’s careless ways and sassy tongue, even if that means taking her over his knee for a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking.

Unfortunately, even as Mina does her best to learn to cook over a camp fire, make coffee properly, and do the laundry in a creek, jealousy and gossip among the other wives quickly build into significant strife in the wagon train. To quell the gathering storm, Weston is forced to take matters into his own hands and make Mina his bride, whether she likes it or not.

Despite Weston’s rough ways and firm-handed discipline, Mina soon finds pleasure in his arms far beyond anything she has experienced before. But when a series of mishaps befalls the wagon train—incidents in which Mina is the prime suspect—the new couple’s growing bond is badly strained. Can Mina prove she is not at fault before things come to a head, and if she does, will Weston be able to protect her from whichever of their traveling companions is up to no good?

Publisher’s Note: The Trail Master’s Bride is an erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Sunday, September 6, 2015

Get Hooked with Master Joseph on #ScintillatingSunday

Welcome to my debut post on Scintillating Sunday. I'm excited to be a part of an erotic romance blog hop.  I'm introducing Decadence Nights, which is a spin off series to my popular Club Decadence series featuring a BDSM club located in San Antonio, Texas.  The original series is coming to an end, but there are so many characters that didn't get their stories told.  Hooked starts us off.

Hooked (Decadence Nights, Book 1)  

Decadence Nights is a new spin-off to my bestselling Club Decadence series.  As it draws to a close with the upcoming release of What About Love, Book 6, I just couldn’t let go of all my sexy Doms and their feisty, make-life-interesting kind of subs.  So I decided not to call it quits, just yet.  Whether you’re a new "club-curious" visitor thinking to make Hooked your first venture into the best damn BDSM club in the southwest, or an old friend of the series, either way, I’m sure you'll find what you're looking for with this first of many Decadence Nights stories.   

In other words, I’m confident you'll be Hooked. 

The setup: 

Legal secretary Olivia Wright has secretly loved Attorney Joseph Hooks for three long years.  Neither knows the other is into the lifestyle.  Imagine their surprise when they run into each other at Club Decadence.  Shocked and scared of what being with Joseph will do to their work relationship, Livvy tries to leave, but a storm rages outside.  Joseph steps in and prevents her from a reckless escape on treacherous roads.  That’s when the lightning really lights up the night.   


Leaning forward, his fists settled into the soft mattress bracketing her hips, which brought his face very near hers. With him in her space, she had nowhere to go but flat on her back in the bed. Being vulnerable beneath him clearly not part of her plan, she scooted up in the bed until she could go no further. Her eyes darted about the room, once again looking for an escape, but his body had cut off all exit routes. She was caged and she knew it. With few options left except to face the music, she lifted her face, eyes boldly meeting his. Brave girl. 

“It’s late, a flash flood warning is out and you’ve been drinking. That’s a dangerous combination, which you won’t be risking, not on my watch. We’ll be spending the night.” 

She bristled. “Exactly when did it become your watch, sir?” 

“The minute you walked into Club Decadence with your hair loose and gleaming like satin, wearing a dress meant to entice, in search of a Dom tonight. I am that Dom, Olivia. No other.”  

He leaned forward, without touching her, forcing her back until she reclined fully on the pillows. Her hands came up to his chest reflexively. As he hovered over her, his upper body containing hers, his lips lowered as if drawn to her by an invisible force, a magnetism that he could no longer deny.  

She whispered, “Don’t I get a say?” 

“Certainly, you get to say yes.” 

He took her mouth, her taste exploding on his tongue as it swept inside. She was as sweet and savory as he’d always guessed she’d be. Unable to resist her allure, his hand found the thickness of her hair as silky soft as he’d imagined, his other hand sliding beneath her back and holding her against him. He deepened the kiss, greedily plundering her mouth as the pirates of old did their treasure, continuing in that mode until she was whimpering softly in her throat.  Joseph lifted his head a mere fraction so that his lips brushed against hers as he spoke. “That was a sample, Olivia. Do you want more?” 


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The Blurb: 

Thirty-eight-year-old legal secretary Olivia Wright's clock is ticking and she's afraid she's running out of time to find Master Right. Several times she thought she'd found the Dom of her dreams, but instead of the prince she sought, he'd turned out to be a slimy toad. The last one had dumped her unexpectedly and nearly broken her. Now, after a long dry spell, she's ready to try again. She'd really like it to be with the man who'd caught her eye three years ago, but that man is her boss and despite her best efforts, and tightest skirts, he hasn't spared her an extra glance. Resigning herself to unrequited love, she attempts to move on, procuring an invitation to an exclusive BDSM club, hoping Club Decadence will be the answer. 

Joseph Hooks isn't your typical Dom. He's NBA tall, with no police or military background to speak of, wears tweed suits, of all things, and on an occasion the dreaded bow tie. But behind his somewhat nerdy appearance is a handsome, green eyed, strict but sensual dominant who's also hell on wheels in a court of law. He's wealthy, powerful, successful, and enjoys popularity among the subs at his private club, at least those who don't flee from the swishing sound of polished rattan, but he's exhausted his search for his perfect submissive and concerned about coming up short. After a frustrating day of watching his gorgeous secretary's delectable bottom in an incredibly tight skirt, he heads to San Antonio to blow off steam and maybe make a connection. 

He thinks she's terminally vanilla and straight- laced. She thinks he's not into her, or with the way he ignores her curves and tight skirts, possibly gay. Hopelessly oblivious to what has been staring them in the face for three long years, Joseph and Olivia continue their aimless search for love. Then, one night, as a storm brews outside another rages inside as their paths converge. Will Olivia finally get the Master Prince she deserves, or will her past prevent her from realizing her dream? Will her presence at the club be the sign that Joseph needs to wake up and at long last claim the woman he's yearned for all along? 

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