Thursday, March 15, 2018

Guest Post - Protecting His Alien Mate by Clare Dargin


Protecting His Alien Mate



Genre:
erotic alternative romance, aliens, mm, anal sex, consensual D/s, spanking, HEA, male pregnancy





Blurb:

Damian Shepard is no ordinary prison guard. He's a Solarian, an alien race that sought refuge on Earth over a century ago. They live peacefully and anonymously among humanity and prefer to live in the towns they have founded. Because they live longer and are stronger than humans, they’ve created their own system of justice designed specifically to punish members of their race who have committed crimes.

Shunned by his family for being gay, all Fletcher Voglar wants is a happily-ever-after with a sexy man who loves him. But when he is wrongfully sent to prison by a corrupt official, Fletcher gives up his dreams of having a life filled with love and happiness. One day Damian stumbles upon Fletcher during a routine check of the prisoners where he works. Instantly he knows that the frail yet beautiful human is his destined mate. Finding a mate is one thing but when that perfect man turns out to be an inmate at the prison where he works, Damian’s world is turned upside down.

But when the opportunity arises to get his mate out of there, Damian jumps at it. The crooked Solarians who threw Fletcher in prison are now after Damian too, and they won't stop until they’re both dead. Can Damian win Fletcher's heart and clear their names or will their enemies kill them before Damian gets a chance?

Excerpt: 
“My little sub, on your knees,” Damian said.

In one graceful move, Fletcher obeyed.

“Take everything off, pet.”

Fletcher winked as he slowly undressed. “I don't see why I bother to wear clothes around you, I end up taking them off anyway.”

“Silence, little mate,” Damian said.

“Why do I have to be quiet now? You seem to like the way I make noise in the bedroom.”

Damian chuckled. His little mate's cheeky nature was cute and sweet but very naughty.

“You have now earned your first spanking,” Damian said.

Fletcher mouth hung open and his eyes were wide.

“Why so surprised? You knowingly defied me.”

“I didn't think you were actually going to do anything.”

“You thought wrong.” Damian patted his lap. “Over my legs, ass up.”

Fletcher screwed his mouth into a crooked line.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Damian asked in a stern, controlled voice.

Fletcher said rolling his eyes. “No, sir.”

“Then place yourself over my lap.”

Damian lifted his hands out of the way as Fletcher lay down over his thighs. It wasn’t graceful, but it got the job done. He had no doubt in time Fletcher would able to do it without fumbling around since Fletcher was a bit bratty.

“I want you to count. I believe ten swats will be sufficient punishment.”

“Yes, sir.”

Damian’s dick hardened. He closed his eyes and concentrated. This was all too exciting. Every inch of his dominant nature was being satisfied.

“You need to pick a safe word. It's a code word to get me to stop if I take things too far.”

“Sir, I have the word I want,” Fletcher said.

“What is it?”

“Velvet.”

“Are you certain this is the word you want to use?” Damian asked amused. He expected the word red or something close to it. Leave it to Fletcher to choose such a gentle and soft word.

“Yes, I'm sure.”

“Then velvet it is.” Damian rubbed the globes of his ass with his large, calloused hands. Damian growled then exhaled a long breath.

“This is not meant to hurt you but to teach you a lesson. If this becomes too much, I want you to tell me. Do not say the word stop. Use your safe word.”

“Yes sir.” Fletcher said.

“Because of your brattiness, you will receive ten strikes. You will count them out, is that clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I am not a tyrant. Nevertheless, I am your Dominant so you will respect me as such.”

Damian placed one of his hands on the center of Fletcher's back and ran his other hand over the twin pale globes situated right in front of him. Fletcher's ass was perfectly rounded and curved. After one smack, as the imprint of his hand came up in a nice rosy tint, Fletcher hissed, then his dick sprung to life.

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Blog: The Embraced: Scribal Love- http://theembraced.blogspot.com/?zx=fb4cdcc18de2ce75


Friday, February 9, 2018

New Release from Seelie Kay - Guest post

KINKY BRIEFS, QUATRO, COMING FRIDAY (2/9) FROM EXTASY BOOKS

Take another kinky voyage through Lawyerland!

Indulge in a walk on the wild side with these sizzling short stories about lawyers in love, with a dash of kink. From painting well-hung nudes at a networking event or thwarting terrorists intent on harm to finding love despite a chronic illness or exploring kink on a train, these lawyers pursue love with a vengeance. And while affairs of the heart may come in all shapes and sizes—a law school ménage a trois, a middle-aged A.G. and a law firm associate, and a new marriage suddenly threatened by a spouse long believed dead—these relationships thrive despite the odds. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, and yes, the resultant loin heating might even make you blush, but in the end, you’ll run out and buy a set of handcuffs. Because that’s the only way to defuse the sizzle created by these hot, sexy stories.

Coming soon from all major booksellers!



About Seelie Kay

Seelie Kay writes about lawyers in love, with a dash of kink.

Writing under a nom de plume, the former lawyer and journalist draws her stories from more than 30 years in the legal world. Seelie’s wicked pen has resulted in six works of fiction, all released in 2017, including Kinky Briefs, Kinky Briefs, Too, The Garage Dweller, Kinky Briefs, Thrice, and A Touchdown to Remember, as well as the romance anthology, Pieces of Us.

When not spinning her kinky tales, Seelie ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. Currently, she resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, WI, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, the Green Bay Packers, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.
Seelie is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS: Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!

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Twitter: @SeelieKay





Friday, January 12, 2018

What is my earliest Memory by Marie Tuhart #MFRW

Week 2 of the 52-week blog challenge from Marketing For Romance Writers


That is a hard one. I really don’t know. The first memory that comes to mind is when I was about eight. There was some work being done on the front of the family home, so things in our living room was a mess.

At eight, I’m invincible or so I thought. My mom was on the phone, and I was jumping from the sofa to a chair, to another chair around the room. My mom got off the phone and yelled at me. She startled me and that moment of inattention, I slipped off the sofa and wham...my head goes right on the big stereo speaker. I hit the corner and split my head open.

Of course, head wounds bleed like crazy. My mom is yelling, I’m crying. I really don’t remember any pain. I do remember the drive to the hospital. My mom called my brother who luckily was just a block away at our grandmother’s house. He drove us. And I remember my mom telling him if it’s safe just run the red light, let a cop stop us then we’ll have an escort. I also remember laying in the emergency room looking at the doctor while he stitched me up. 


Well, we never got stopped by a police officer. I ended up with nine stitches and a nice scar. And I never jumped around the furniture again.

Friday, January 5, 2018

Favorite Thing I've Written by Marie Tuhart #MFRW

Favorite Thing I've Written, and Why - Week 1 MFRW 52 week challenge

This is always a hard one for me because I love all the books I've written.

What stands out to me is my hero in Saddle Up.

I started writing Jared the way I thought he should be written, a very controlling, hard Dom. I was 15,000 words into the story when he finally raised his head and said "That's not me."

As a writer, I just stopped and asked him "Then who are  you?"

That's when he started talking to me, and the story really began to develop. Jared was a different character than I was painting him, but that was okay because I fell in love with him as I wrote the book. He turned out to be a really loving guy in ways I didn't expect.

So that's my favorite thing I've written