Wednesday, October 16, 2019

A sneak peek at Babes in Bondage - #WIPItUpWednesday #BDSM #AmWriting

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I don’t usually post non-final excerpts from my works in progress. However, I’ve been working my butt off to finish the latest book in the Vegas Babes series, and it’s tantalizing close to being done (only three chapters to go). And it is Wednesday, “WIP IT UP Wednesday”. I just couldn’t resist.

I hope to have the book out by Halloween. There’s nothing paranormal about it – but it is still full of thrills and chills!


The Sin City Fetish Fair welcomes everyone – Doms, subs, switches and the kink-curious – to enjoy the naughty toy stalls, flogging seminars, live bondage demos and scantily-costumed attendees. But some people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn terrorist group manages to shut down the Las Vegas Convention Center, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue. Plans for the Den’s very first Kink Night quickly take shape, with the assistance of the newly arrived dominant Master Shark. Indeed, the denizens of the Den are practicing their BDSM techniques well before the event.

Blonde, beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens Resisting American Perversion in their fight against filth. Her senator father is the figurehead of their movement, but Patty’s the heart and soul. She’s determined to destroy the Den’s licentious, permissive, anything-but-vanilla environment – whatever it takes. A smidgen of plastic explosive should do the trick... If only she can resist her attraction to the voluptuous, red-headed minx Annie, and her own secret craving for surrender.

Caught in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his horny assistants. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her forbidden fantasies?


Oh—ow! Oh, please, Master…”

Annie couldn’t tell whether Giulia’s wails were pained protests or pleas for more punishment. Tiny had tipped his hefty wife over his lap as though she weighed nothing, peeled down her leggings and panties, and was in the process of delivering a ferocious spanking to her bare ass. Blotchy red marks already streaked the woman’s ample bottom, but Tiny showed no signs of relenting.

This—(swat!) —is what happens—(swat!) —to sluts.” Breathing heavily, he landed several more hard slaps with his ham-sized hand. Giulia moaned and tried to twist away, but he used his left arm to keep her body clamped in place. “Sucking somebody else’s cock—without my permission!—I thought you were my devoted slave…” He increased the speed and force of his blows as he trailed off.

I am, Sir, truly—ow! —I’m so sorry—I was so horny—oh, God, that hurts!”

Annie shifted on the couch, closer to her husband. The spanking might be painful for Giulia, but it turned Annie on. The way Giulia’s ass jiggled with each blow—the desperate need in her eyes and the flush on her cheeks—the way she squirmed and rubbed her crotch against Tiny’s solid thighs… In fact, the older woman looked as though she was on the edge of coming.

Annie wasn’t far behind. Her pussy, still slick from Ted’s oral attentions in the limo, leaked all over Larry’s expensive upholstery. Without taking her eyes off the arousing scene of domestic discipline, she groped around in Ted’s groin, finding, as she’d expected, a very substantial bulge. With a skill derived from frequent practice, she eased the zipper down and coaxed out his swollen cock.

Stop it!” he hissed softly. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Giving you a bit of air,” she murmured. She fisted his fat, smooth shaft and ran her hand along the delightful length. He quivered at her touch.

Annie—we’re in public…everyone’s watching!”

Don’t be silly,” she said, as she shucked her jeans and climbed onto his lap, her back to his chest so she could continue to watch Tiny chastising his wife. She positioned Ted’s knob at her well-lubricated entrance then relaxed her muscles and slid down onto his rigid pole. As always, her husband’s cock felt incredible, stretching her just to the edge of discomfort and stimulating every tingling nerve. She sighed with delight, then added “Everyone else is busy!”

That was an understatement. Rosa was on her knees in front of Larry, deep-throating his monster dick with impressive ease. Inez and Foxy grappled on the floor, their faces rooting in each other’s pussies.

Annie tensed her thighs, raising her body a bit, before letting go again. Ted moaned as he sank even deeper into her soaked snatch.

Jeez, baby! You’re drenched!” He grasped her waist, lifted her, then pulled her back down until his cockhead hit her cervix. Exquisite sensation overwhelmed the little twinge of pain. Pinned by his hard rod, she rocked back and forth, adding to the delicious pressure on her clit.

How lucky she was to be married to him! Not just because he had a big cock and knew how to use it, either. She was suitably grateful for Ted’s astonishing virility, but it was his openness to new experience that made him so special. He might voice a few qualms or show some residual prudishness, but when push came to shove (or cunt came to cock), Ted was always willing to join the action.

Stay tuned! I'll do a cover reveal in a couple of days, along with a contest!

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Advice from a Dirty Old Lady - #SeniorSex #MaeWest #Aging

Mae West

You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough. ~ Mae West

When I was in junior high school (more than half a century ago!), I wrote a book report on Mae West’s more-than-slightly-scandalous biography, Goodness Had Nothing To Do With It. My choice of reading raised some eyebrows, but I was fortunate to have an open-minded teacher who gave me an A rather than grief.

Little did he know he was nurturing a future author of smut!

I was fifteen when I gave away my virginity – twenty five when I received my first spanking – twenty seven when I participated in my first ménage – in my thirties when I attended my first swinger’s party. I didn’t publish my first erotica until my forties. Sometimes it takes a while to fully develop the erotic imagination. Or perhaps I was just too busy with other activities to sit down and capture my fantasies in words...

And now? In my dreams, I’m still the nubile, desirable tart I was in grad school, but in the real world I’m just another little old lady. I’ve got wrinkles, carefully dyed gray hair, arthritic hips and knees. I can’t complain, though. I can still cook up a steamy story when I get the urge.

Our culture views sex as the purview of the young. I think this reflects a fixation on the physical aspects of sex. If you’re not a hot babe or a ripped hunk, according to popular wisdom, you can’t turn anyone on. Of course this is complete nonsense. In fact, I find myself increasingly attracted to more mature individuals: the woman on the subway with the ethnic blouse and thick gray plait hanging down her back; the grizzled guy in bifocals, sitting in Starbucks with his suit jacket on the back of the chair and his business shirt sleeves rolled up to bare his tanned arms; the white-haired couple by the seawall, holding hands and laughing together. Oh, I see the smooth, ripe flesh of the young, too – firm, unfettered breasts under her tank top, tight jeans clinging to his magnificent gluts – but I know that if I were alone with these beautiful kids, I’d have nothing to say.

I recently encountered this encouraging article about the issues older people encounter trying to express their sexuality. There are of course physical constraints to senior sex, but the biggest obstacle seems to be the notion that old people automatically become asexual, or even worse, that old people having sex is somehow icky.

It’s difficult to resist societal stereotypes, but I simply refuse to buy this. I bet my sex life is better than most millennials (who apparently are less likely to have sex than any generation for the past four decades). Anyway, if my lover and I are satisfied, who cares what anyone else thinks?

I’m not willing to give up my sexual self. Writing helps me keep that part of me alive. I’ve penned a few tales where the characters are senior citizens, most notably Gray Christmas. In that book, the protagonist’s adult daughter has a difficult time accepting her mom’s lusty affair. I think there’s an audience for stories like this that convey the reality that sex changes as you age – but that you can still enjoy what has to be one of the greatest joys on earth. 


So listen to this dirty old lady – don’t give up on nookie just because you’re a bit creaky or sagging. After all, when Mae West died, at the ripe age of eighty seven, she was shacked up with a hunky former Mr. California thirty years younger than she was.

I only hope I can do her legacy justice.

Love isn't an emotion or an instinct - it's an art. ~ Mae West

Monday, October 14, 2019

Behind The Scenes With My Naughty Heroine - #CharacterInterview #BDSM @PebblesLacasse

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Pebbles LaCasse: Hello, and welcome! Today, I am interviewing Beth McDavid, one of the main characters in my new book, My Wife & Master Jake.

This book, if you haven’t read it yet, is an insightful story about a couple’s journey into the world of submission, dominance and self-discovery. It’s sexy, taboo, and takes you into the minds of both dom and sub, by each sharing the role of main character. The story is told in such a way that it’s not all about the sex. I tried to take the reader into the minds of Beth and Jake during some of the most in-depth, sexual, mental and emotional situations. I loved writing this book. It’s not just an erotic novel, not by far.

Here is a quick rundown on what My Wife & Master Jake is about.
Henry desires for his wife to be ravished by his sexually dominant co-worker and friend. After his urging, and Jake’s guarantee that she can walk away at any time, Beth agrees to play along. Her sessions with him test her mentally, physically and emotionally. But is Henry willing to do the same for her?

Okay, so let’s get to the interview. Hello, Beth. You must be excited about the book’s recent release. I know I am.

Beth McDavid: Hello, Pebbles. Yes, I am excited and anxious.

PL: Why anxious?

BM: Now that people will be reading all about my sexual adventures with Jake, I’m feeling a bit self-conscious. I’m nervous about people judging me.

PL: As a writer, people judge me, especially for putting my characters in taboo sexual situations. This book is smoking hot! Sizzling, sexy, and the readers will be jealous of all the orgasms you had.

BM: He’s very good at what he does.

PL: So, tell everyone a bit about your life before Jake entered the picture.

BM: My life was great, still is. I’m married to Henry McDavid. We’ve been together for almost twenty years. We have no children--didn’t want any. We have busy careers and didn’t want to give that up. Henry is a chief financial officer for an external auditing firm. I’m a writer, and work from home.

PL: How did you meet Jake?

BM: Technically, we met in a dark room inside your imagination, but in the book, my husband introduced me to him at a work function. Right after he did, he scurried off to go talk to someone else, leaving Jake and me staring at each other. He’s absolutely dreamy. I could stare at him all day long. Don’t tell him I said that.

PL: I won’t, but he is likely to read this interview.

BM: Yes, he will, and he’ll tease me about it. That’s okay, maybe he’ll reward me.

PL: Hey, Jake, if you’re reading this, I think you’re dreamy too! Okay back to the interview. Is that when he propositioned on you?

BM: Yeah, and it shocked me. He was so forward. At first, I thought he was just being nice, but soon, it became all too real. He asked me to meet him for lunch at a café. I wasn’t going to go, but when I told Henry about Jake’s proposal, he urged me to go meet him. Him and Henry are great friends. They set it up. Henry knew Jake was into BDSM and wasn’t a blabbermouth, so he would keep the affair secret. Henry would get excited every time he thought about Jake dominating me.

PL: You met with Jake and he talked his way into your curious mind, and you went home with him. Were you scared?

BM: I was so nervous that I almost turned the car around several times on the short drive to his house. When we got there, I was shaking so much that I thought I would fall down.

PL: Tell us about the first time with him.

BM: Oh, wow! Yes, incredible! After asking me to strip naked, he bound my hands over my head and tied them to a dangling chain from the ceiling. I was standing. He didn’t punish me much at all that first time. He spanked me a bit, pulled my nipples, but he wanted to break me in slowly. It worked, because I was hooked and needed to know more, experience more, feel more.

PL: Tell us about when Henry got to watch the action.

BM: I won’t tell you the whole story, but he enjoyed it very much, all by himself. I think everyone knows what I mean.

PL: He got handsy with himself. Who wouldn’t? Watching something like that play out would be too much to bear without relieving some tension. For the people reading this—the scene in the office… Whew!

BM: It was spontaneous, and we all loved it!

PL: Tell us about your feelings of guilt.

BM: I felt guilty at times. I was having sex with another man. Henry kept telling me that he enjoyed knowing I was getting ‘taken care of’ while he was in a boring board meeting.

PL: But you set him up with someone, didn’t you?

BM: Yes, I did. I’m not going to tell what happened because I think everyone should read the book.

PL: I’ll just say that three is company but four is a party and let your imaginations soar. Beth, I want to thank you for coming here to talk with me about your starring role in my new book, My Wife & Master Jake.

BM: Thank you for interviewing me, Pebbles. This was a lot of fun.

PL: I hope everyone reads this book - My Wife & Master Jake by me, Pebbles Lacasse. It’s available for purchase on Amazon, FREE on KU, and you can buy the book as a paperback, for all the paper junkies. No judgement--I’m a paper junkie. I just love holding an actual book in my hands. You'll find the BUY link and a CONTEST link below my steam excerpt.

Excerpt (X rated)

Tell me what you want, Beth.”

What does he want me to say? Does he want details like how fast or slow to fuck me? Perhaps just a rough description. “Make love to me.”

He frowns. “No, I won’t ever do that. Your husband can make love to you. I’m available strictly for sexual pleasure but definitely not lovemaking. If you’re hoping for more than what I’m offering, you’ll be greatly disappointed.”

“Oh, no! That’s not what I meant, exactly.” How can I not find the right words to describe what I want from him right now? I am a writer, goddammit!

“Beth, in this room, I need you to be specific. What do you want?” I simply shrug, not sure of what to say. “Do you want me to lick or fuck your pussy? Fuck your ass again? Stimulate you another way, perhaps? I don’t often ask, so take advantage. I do what I want within her boundaries. Because I don’t know you well enough to know what you want, I will ask you this one time. What do you want, Beth?”

“Um, I’d like to take you in my mouth.”

“Do you want it to be forced, or should I let you have all the control?”

“A little of both, maybe,” I reply with a shyness that’s unnecessary at this point.

“I don’t ever want you to be coy with me. If you want something and I ask you to speak, answer me precisely; otherwise, I’ll do what I want, and you might not like it.” He insists, “Get down on your knees and tell me you want to suck my cock.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say while sliding my weary body off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. He holds his cock in his fist. I’m looking up at him with my lips parted, ready to take him. He’s looking down at my gaping mouth. He puts two fingers in and slides them along my tongue until they are in past his knuckles. I watch him lick his lips. His eyes admire the depth his fingers have reached. He’s pleased with my ability to evade gagging. He pulls his fingers out, then slides them back in, but now there are three fingers at the back of my tongue. I open my throat and force my tongue against my bottom jaw to prevent me from gagging. I don’t want him to see me as an incapable woman.

“Again, tell me what you want.”

With his fingers still deep in my mouth, I do my best to say, “I want to suck your cock.”

After sliding his fingers from my mouth, Jake says, “This should be fun.” His smile lifts the corner of his mouth as he puts the head of his cock between my lips and tells me, “Suck just that much.”

I tighten my lips around the mushroom head and suck gently, teasing his hole with my tongue. I watch his facial twitches as my lips work the tip of his prick. He bites his bottom lip while stroking the back of my head with his hand. He lifts his chin and looks straight ahead as if to distract his thoughts from my actions. I start rocking my head forward and back, taking more of him in my mouth each time.

Suddenly, Jake grabs my hair and yanks my head back. He bends down until his face is nearly touching mine. “You only suck what I offer you. Don’t be so fucking greedy.”

He stands back up while my heart pounds, my eyes wide open, fighting back nervous tears. Why was he so angry with me? I was sucking his cock. Isn’t that what men like? I open my mouth and wait for him to put exactly how much he wants to in my mouth. Why am I so upset about disappointing him? He didn’t hit me or anything.
Fucking get it together, Beth!

He whispers reassuring words. “Don’t cry. You’re stronger than that. You have the power to make it all stop. Do you want to stop?” I shake my head. “You’ll learn to follow instructions. If I tell you to do something, you do it how I say; nothing more, nothing less. When I say that I only want you to suck the tip of my cock, that’s all you’ll suck until I offer you more. Do you understand?”

I nod, still holding the tip of his cock between my lips. I return to sucking softly and licking the tip, staying conscious of how much I’m taking in. I no longer want to cry because he’s right; it’s my choice to be here, and I can leave if I want to.

About Me

Pebbles Lacasse writes tales of steamy romance. She loves taking the characters in her erotic novels on a rollercoaster ride of emotions as they explore their innermost thoughts and desires. She’s written books under several different genres and aliases, favouring erotic romance and BDSM.

Born and raised in southern Ontario, Pebbles never felt a need to stray too far. She still resides in the area with her husband of many years. Unfortunately, their two adult children have moved away to further their educations and careers. Being very family oriented, their absence is greatly missed. Thankfully, internet keeps them feeling close.

Pebbles loves her family, her animals and the close friends that have stuck by her through good times and bad.

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Sunday, October 13, 2019

Sizzling Sunday: Hot Brides in Vegas - #SizzlingSunday #VegasBabes #AmWriting #BlowJob

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I’ve been writing like crazy, trying to get the next book in the Vegas Babes series out before the end of October. I’m up to 39,000 words, but still have some story to spin out. I’d really like to release it on Halloween (though it has no paranormal or horror content at all).

Meanwhile, let me regale this Sunday with a truly sexy excerpt from the first Vegas Babes book, Hot Brides in Vegas. Enjoy!

Never underestimate the power of a horny bride.

Francesca Torellis tycoon father is throwing a lavish Las Vegas wedding for his only child. Her fiancé Jake and his buddies set out for a stag night, exploring the fleshpots of Sin City. Meanwhile, Fran and her bridesmaids Laura and Chantal are stuck at the resort under the watchful eye of her stern Aunt Giulia, who has promised her brother that Franny will come to the altar a virgin.

Frustrated and annoyed by these double standards, the young women hatch a plan to escape their chaperone and have some fun of their own. With the help of a susceptible concierge, a butch ex-cop limo driver and a scandalous French couturiere, they find their way to The Foxs Den, the most exclusiveand outrageous—gentlemen’s club in the city. Owner Larry Archer and his crew of strippers, bouncers, voyeurs and sluts are more than happy to welcome the delectable trio as contestants performing at the club’s famous Amateur Night.

The gleeful permissiveness of the Den challenges the women’s assumptions and undermines their inhibitions. Complications ensue when Jake and his groomsmen arrive to find Fran in the midst of her strip act. Then Aunt Giulia crashes the party, determined to save her virgin niece, and things get really sticky—both figuratively and literally.

Will love triumph? Will Francesca be drawn over to the dark side? Is there a difference?


Laura nibbled her wet way down his abdomen then burrowed her nose into his pubes. “God, you smell good!”

Probably I smell like you.” He laughed with delight.

Like me and you together. A great blend.”

Definitely—oh, shit!”

Laura fluttered her tongue over his cockhead again. “You like that?”

Oh, yeah…yeah!”

She clamped her hand around the base of his cock and licked firmly up and down his shaft.

Oh! Oh God, Laura!”

Unsurprisingly, he tasted like pussy. Laura recalled watching her friends trade licks with the strippers. At the time, she’d been squicked, but now the memory just made her hotter. Still, a nice stiff cock—a huge cock like Steve’s—was much more her style.

He was so big she wasn’t sure she could take all of him. But she sure as hell was going to try.
Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she slid her lips halfway down his pole.

Aah…oh, yeah!” He buried his fingers in her hair, mashing her face into his groin.

She pulled back. “No! Let me, Steve. You just lie there and enjoy.” She pursed her lips around his knob, wringing a moan from his throat.

I don’t know if I can…”

Of course you can. Just lie back and let me please you.” She engulfed him once again, this time managing about three quarters of his length. Gathering her saliva, she slathered it all over his swollen rod, then slid further down still.


She raised and lowered her head, opening wider each time. With each attempt, she came closer to swallowing him completely. Finally, his scratchy fuzz grazed her cheeks.

Laura breathed through her nose, her mouth stuffed full of cock-meat. She sucked hard, massaging him with her tongue. If he started to thrust, she’d pull away, until he stopped. He was strung tight, vibrating with need, as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.

Ah…oh, please…I can’t hold back any more, baby…gonna come…!”

She turned up the suction. He swelled against her palate. His flesh shuddered and convulsed. Thick jizz flooded her mouth. She swallowed the first spurt, then started to choke. As she drew back to catch her breath, a second burst sprayed across her lips and cheeks.

She gathered what she could reach with her tongue, watching her lover’s reactions. Face flushed and eyes closed, he lay motionless for at least sixty seconds. More cum oozed out of his half-rigid penis and dribbled down into his pubes. She bent to lick it up.

When she sat up, his eyes were open. His face glowed with something like adoration.

You’ve got cum all over you, Laura,” he said.

She grinned. “Yes, well that sometimes happens when you suck a guy off.”

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Saturday, October 12, 2019

Leashed, collared and put on display - #regency #spanking #kindleunlimited @KryssieFortune

When her brother tries to force her into a marriage with a detestable baron, Julianna Halstead flees the family estate she has helped manage since the death of her parents. But as she makes her escape late at night, Juliana’s carelessness nearly results in her being trampled by a galloping horse, and the steed’s handsome rider takes it upon himself to correct her right then and there.

Though having her bottom bared and soundly spanked on the side of the road leaves Juliana blushing crimson, the punishment arouses her intensely and her body’s helpless response cannot be hidden. To make matters worse, the gentleman over whose lap she was so firmly chastised turns out to be none other than Viscount Stonehurst, someone she has known since childhood.

When Stonehurst learns of Juliana’s predicament, he decides to make her his bride. She will be no ordinary wife, however. She will be something much more shameful. But even as she is leashed, collared, and put on display in a cage wearing only a tail, then brought out to be used in ways no proper lady should enjoy, will Juliana come to love her new life as the viscount’s pet?

Publisher’s Note: The Viscount’s Pet is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used and His Innocent Bride. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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The horse and rider appeared from nowhere.

Julianna sidestepped and dropped her bag. Her ankle twisted beneath her, and she tumbled to the ground. When the horseman tugged hard at the reins, the coal-black stallion reared, its forelegs pawed the air. She screamed and closed her eyes. Curled into a ball, she waited for its ebony hooves to pulverize her.

The rider swore, the horse whickering as it planted its feet in the dirt by her face. Tiny dust clouds rose from the road. She coughed and crablike, she scuttled to the fallen oak at the edge of the copse. The bracken smelled earthy, and the thick foliage cushioned her bruised ribs.

Her heart beat overtime when the horseman dismounted and stalked toward her. Wearing a black greatcoat and muffler, he towered over her. Grabbing her wrist, he hauled her upright.

Even in the evening twilight, his hair shone the same blue-black as a raven’s wing. His features were familiar, but she had no idea why. One glance at his steeply angled eyebrows and she wondered if he was the devil come to claim her.

Her brother would have grabbed her shoulders and shaken her until her head ached. That or hurled vile insults at her. Instead, the dark horseman’s eyes twinkled with good humor. She couldn’t decide if they were midnight blue or ebony black. Their mysterious depths and sloping eyebrows gave him a demonic air.

His high cheekbones were so sharp Michelangelo could have chiseled them from marble. There was a cleft in his square chin that she wanted to stroke. His broad, kissable lips made her want to lick and taste, but they were set in a stern, disapproving frown. If he smiled, his dark charisma would mesmerize any nocturnal creatures. Bats, foxes, and badgers would flock to his side.

His utter masculinity sent shudders along her spine. Devilish and terrifying, he emanated menace and danger. She should be shaking in fear, but he sparked wicked longings in her soul.

Untouched and innocent, she hated how her nipples pearled and damp heat creamed between her legs. She needed his lips pressed against hers and his hands on her body. For a woman who’d sworn never to marry, that scared her more than his fury. If not for his tight grip on her shoulders, she’d have run off into the night.

Her pulse still raced, but she buried her fear beneath a haughty manner. “Unhand me, sir. I’m late as it is.”

Rather than let go of her arm, he tugged her closer. He smelled of citrus fruits and freshly gathered mint. When her gaze meshed with his, lightning bolts sizzled between them. Head bent, he moved toward her. She puckered her lips in anticipation.

Blinking, he straightened abruptly. “I could have killed you, you little fool.”

Disappointment crushed her soul. Her ribs ached from Kit’s assault and her ankle throbbed from her fall. Sniffing back tears, she thought of her mother’s pampered cat and tried to out-stare him. “My apologies, sir. I should have been paying attention, not daydreaming along in the twilight. Since neither of us is hurt, we can go on our own ways.”

Not until you’ve learned your lesson,” he snapped.

Pulling free from his hold, she rubbed her wrist. Nervous, she retreated toward her portmanteau, ready to grab it and run. Shooting forward, he hoisted her over his shoulder. The undignified position made her ribs throb. His hand splayed over her rear end, caressing and stroking it as he pinned her in place.

Five steps and he’d carried her back to the tree trunk. Once settled on it, he thrust her over his knee. “Naughty little girls who risk their lives deserve a spanking. And I’m just the man to give it to you.”

About the Author

Alpha males and their sassy mates rule in Kryssie Fortune's books. If the hero's a shapeshifter, ex-military, or into BDSM so much the better.

Kryssie grew up climbing trees and playing with imaginary dragons. She still loves dragons, and if she can sneak one into her books she will.

Her pet hates are unhappy endings and books that end on a cliffhanger.

Kryssie's books are hot and explicit but the plot always comes before the sex. Since she writes erotic romance, she guarantees a happy ending.

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