Saturday, November 26, 2016

Where AreYour Hands Supposed To Be? #NewRelease A Very Naughty Christmas on #SatSpanks & #MySexySaturday

A #SatSpanks, #NewRelease Celebration!  
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5 Bestselling Authors bringing you 492 pages of holiday spanking romance to make your season - and your cheeks, believe me - rosy red, merry and bright 😁

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My contribution is a short novel entitled

Mistletoe Magic


Dixie Culbertson has seen more than enough heartbreak in her life, and as far as she is concerned, no man can be trusted. But when her old high school crush walks into the diner where she works, the desire she once felt for him is quickly rekindled.

Kyle Prescott has always regretted the misunderstanding that tore him and Dixie apart over a decade ago, but it will take more than just a kiss under the mistletoe to break down the walls she has built around her heart. He is determined to make things right, however, even if that means taking her over his knee for a bare bottom spanking and claiming her so thoroughly that she is left with no doubt that she belongs to him.


My sexy snippet...

“Dixie,” her name reverberating along her sensitized skin made her moan, “where are your hands supposed to be?”

She growled with frustration, as she lifted them and this time tucked them under the pillow.

“Move them again, and you’ll earn yourself a spanking.”

Was he serious? Wide-eyed, she watched as his head came up, hovering over her spread thighs and splayed pussy, his lips glistening in the candlelight. 

Then, as if she’d said the words aloud, he added, “I’m absolutely serious, sweet thing.”

Staring at her, he said nothing until she laced her fingers together for good measure. He winked at her, murmuring, “Good girl,” as he went on with his tasting. 

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Sunday, November 20, 2016

A Very Naughty Christmas Sneak Preview

Five Bestselling Authors

Five HOT Spanking Romances

Five Days Until the Release of...

A Very Naughty Christmas 

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Now a little bit about my contribution...

Dixie Mae Culbertson's high school crush toppled from his pedestal when he turned out to be not better than the rest of the men in her life, all jerks!  Now, a decade has past and she's grown up, but she has never forgotten her first love.

When he walks into the diner where she works--gorgeous, built like the QB he used to be only better, with the same charming smile that could melt the panties off a nun--she has a hard time resisting him.  But she won't risk her heart, no matter how much her body wants him.

As soon as he sees the red haired, green eyed beauty, the one who got away, Kyle Prescott sets his sights on her.  He wants a chance to explain, to rekindle the spark they had so many years ago,  and to make up for lost time, even if he has to take her over his knee to make her see reason.  

Can Dixie put aside her hurt feelings and forgive him?  Even harder, can she overlook the barriers that have always stood between them, which as an adult seem higher and twice as wide as they were the last time she saw those beautiful primrose blue eyes.  

An excerpt from Mistletoe Magic...

 “Maybe you can tell me why I get you so flustered, instead.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said, brushing by him as she moved to the table and began measuring the brown paper.

His arms came around her from behind, his palms pressed flat on the table, pinning her in place without touching her. She could feel the heat of his body along her back.

“You do, Dix. Your face is flushed, your respirations are elevated, and your beautiful brown eyes are so dilated they’ve become almost black. And if I put my fingers to the pulse at your throat, my guess is your heart is racing. Should I prove I’m right?”

One hand rose, brushing her hair where it curled over her shoulder. She knew what came next—Kyle pushing it aside to expose her neck, a place that was very sensitive and would make her heart, which was already pounding from his nearness, very likely leap out of her chest.

She spun to face him, a mistake that she regretted instantly when he moved closer, his coat rubbing hers, his hard chest meeting the softness of her breasts. Her hands came up in between them as his slid up her spine.


“What time are you through here?”

“The show ends at six, but it will take me time to close down and haul everything to my car.”

“I’ll be back and help you pack up, then take you to dinner.”

“That’s not a good idea.”

“You keep saying that. We’re attracted to one another, Dixie. Like we were in school. Only after the episode with that idiot Spencer, you were too ticked off to ever give me the time of day.”

“What makes you think things have changed?”

“I was hoping both of us would have matured. I never imagined you’d be the type of girl to hold a grudge for twelve long years. You need to let me explain.”

“There’s no need. Besides, you obviously haven’t changed. You’re splurging on someone special, the other day you made a special trip merely to pick up a woman’s umbrella, and despite being involved with someone else, now you’re hitting on me.”

His arms tightened around her at the same time his face lost its smile, his jaw going tight. “So you know me so well, you’ve got me all figured out, huh?”

“Spoiled rich boys who think the world—as well as every woman they see—is theirs for the taking rarely change. Nor do lying, cheating jerks. Step aside.” She pushed against his chest when he didn’t move, although her efforts didn’t so much as budge him. 

“Step back, please.”

He moved fast, and before she knew it her wrists were clasped by strong fingers and pinned behind her. His face was a fraction away, the brush of his breath now on her lips, and his eyes were snapping with fire like the hottest blue flame.

“I’m tempted to take you over my knee and spank some sense into you.”

She was so stunned, other than her mouth falling open, she couldn’t move.

“And if you were mine, I’d do that here and now.”

“Kyle,” she breathed shakily

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Sunday, November 6, 2016

His Willful Bride... On Sale ~~ On My Blog ~~ On Fire!

Maggie Carpenter is in the author spotlight with His Willful Bride, voted the BEST Victorian of 2015 ~ SPANKING ROMANCE REVIEWS ~ 

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For nineteen-year-old Charlotte Winthrop, there is nothing quite so irksome as putting up with the tedious attempts at courtship of one nervous young suitor after another. Having grown up without discipline since the death of her parents when she was a child, Charlottes sharp tongue and often less-than-ladylike demeanor have caused her hapless aunt and uncle no end of grief, and they have all but despaired of finding her a proper husband.

Lord Edward Pemberly III is no timid schoolboy. He is a man of the world, both a gentleman and a businessman, and from the moment she meets him Charlottes heart is set racing. Edward quickly makes it clear that once they are wed, he will not hesitate to correct her whenever and wherever he sees fit. On the day of their wedding she misbehaves and he backs up his words, delivering a sound bare-bottom spanking that very evening.

Edwards plans for Charlotte extend far beyond just spanking, and she is soon kneeling naked at his feet, her beautiful body and bright red, well-punished bottom on full display while he inspects what is his. Though her face burns crimson with shame as she is tied to his bed, spread open and fully exposed, she cannot help quivering with desire and even begs for more as her husband claims her fully.

With every new experience, every blushing climax, and every stern chastisement, Charlotte finds herself falling deeper in love with her handsome, dominant husband. But when a jealous, vindictive woman sets her sights on Edward and provokes Charlotte, can she keep her wits about her or will her mischievous retaliation land her in deep trouble?

Publishers Note: His Willful Bride includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please dont buy this book.


Edward dispatched his hand, landing several swats to each cheek, then paused and gently rubbed.
Are you listening to me, Charlotte?
Yes, sir.
Im going to lay out two basic rules.
Rules, sir?
I have rules in my house, and as my wife you must obey them. Understood?
Yes, sir.
You will be courteous and polite to everyone who comes here. You are the lady of my house, and you will treat all guests with dignity and respect.
Yes, sir.
My hand will make sure of it,he said sternly as he resumed his smacking, and I have other instruments of discipline should you break this rule.
Ow, oh, sir, that, ow, ow, does hurt, ow!
If you must yell out, face into the mattress, Charlotte.
Polite and courteous, yes, sir, I understand,she wailed as his hand continued to rain its unrelenting hot swats.
Face into the mattress, girl,he barked, whisking his determined palm across her sit spot. My goodness, learn to do as youre told, when youre told!
Turning her face into the bed, Charlotte kicked out her foot. Edward was strict, so strict, and as much as she adored him, between each stinging swat, she found herself wondering if shed made a terrible mistake.
What is rule number one?
Courteous and polite, sir, to all who come here,she mewled.
That is correct,he said, roaming his hand over her reddening moons. It matters not how tedious their conversation, you will nod your head and smile.
Yes, sir,she whimpered.
I mean it, Charlotte. I know how easily you become bored, but you must not let it be seen.
I understand. Ill be good.
Aha! Youll be good? So all those times you were rude to the guests in your uncles house, you knew you were misbehaving.
Uh, yes, sir, I did,she whispered. I just couldnt stand to listen to those people drone on and on.
You will stand it in this house,he said firmly.
Returning his flattened palm to her sensitive sit spot, he delivered a series of smarting blows, ignoring her muffled squeals as he continued to move his determined discipline from side to side. When she began to gyrate her hips, he paused to study his handiwork.
Sir, please, I beg you, sir, no more!she pleaded breathlessly.
Your bottom is almost the color it should be,he calmly remarked, but before I continue, the second rule, and then you shall be in my arms.
The second rule?
There are many more, and each of them will be delivered with hard smacks. I fear its the only way I can reach you, Charlotte. As I said before, you have been without authority for many years, and as my wife I cannot allow you to continue with your bad habits.
Im with you now, sir. Ill be a good wife.
I believe you will, but you must understand I will punish you if you disregard my instructions. This is merely a lesson, Charlotte, one I hope you will learn.
Sir, you are so strict.
I am strict when I must be,he said as his hand caressed her hot skin. If you find yourself over my knee, or bent over this bed, it will be deserved.
He heard a heavy sigh, and knew it was a sign he was getting through to her. She had run rampant at Kimberwick Hall, exasperating her aunt and uncle to despair, but she wasnt going to enjoy the same frivolous freedoms under his roof.
The second rule,he began, resting his hand in the center of her backside. Are you paying attention?
Yes, sir.
Ive saved this because I want it to be the last thing for which you will feel the sting of my hand. It is the most important. You will obey me, Charlotte. You will do as youre told. I am always willing to listen to you, but you must not be insolent, impertinent, or argumentative. Almost every time I tell you to do something, you quibble. It must stop. Do I make myself clear?
Ooh, yes, sir.
These smacks will be the hardest. The next time you disobey me, or speak back to me, you will feel more than my hand.






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