Lord Belden’s Baggage by Carolyn Faulkner

Release Date: June 20, 2019
Publisher: Blushing Books


Alisa ‘s parents are gone and their English friends have graciously offered to take her in, in fulfillment of a promise made years ago. Their son, however, is less than thrilled at the idea of the young American orphan girl moving in and living off his family’s money.
Bram, formally known as Lord Belden, makes his feelings known from the start, and Alisa vows to marry the first man who offers for her hand just to be out from under his constant scrutiny.

One night changes everything, though. Bram decides that discipline is in order for the errant young spitfire, and things go a little too far. He will do the right thing and make her his wife, much to the delight of his parents. But can Alisa ever be happy with the man who seems to distrust her so much? Or are his feelings for her softening more than he cares to admit?
Publisher’s Note: This steamy historical romance contains elements of power exchange.


“I don’t need to be seen by the doctor!” she hissed up at him.“Yes, you do,” he returned implacably. At the pace he was going, they were going to beat everyone, including the physician, to her room.Bram motioned for a hall boy to follow them in and left the door open behind him, too, for propriety’s sake, as he leaned down to arrange several pillows against the headboard before gently placing her there in an upright position.“Thank you, Lord Belden.”He almost grinned down at her, as much as he didn’t want to. “You’re welcome, Miss Thurgood.”“But I still don’t want to see the doctor. There’s no need for the fuss—or the expense. I don’t want to be a bother. I’m embarrassed enough as it is to have done this—and on my first night here, too. What must your parents think of me?”At that, Bram leaned down so that he knew she would be the only person who heard what he whispered, in a tone that brooked no disobedience. “You are going to be examined by the good doctor if I have to hold you down on the bed, myself, in order for him to do so.”


Ashley by Rebel Carter

Published: June 20, 2019
Publisher: Blushing Books

Ashley is not the kind of girl people find attractive. Not as a dancer, anyway. Not as a woman, either, apparently. She’s given up dancing to pursue her first love, costuming, and is doing quite well, having landed the position of head costumer for a prestigious ballet production in New York.When she meets James, however, her life starts to change. A one night stand with the gorgeous Daddy Dom has Ashley realizing that something has been missing from her life. But he is gone the next morning, leaving her to face the sub drop alone.When they meet again and he tries to make amends, can she trust him enough to explore her newfound kink with him – one that she is just now learning she craves? Will he hurt her again, or lead her to a fulfilling new lifestyle and new relationship?Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary age-play romance contains themes of power exchange. While it is part of the Little Girl series, it can be read and enjoyed as a standalone.


He hummed and began to prepare a new drink for her, a drink, she noted, that included a very healthy helping of alcohol. A minute later, he slid the freshly prepared Cosmo toward her with a wink.“Thank you,” she said with a blush as she raised the glass to her lips and took a hasty sip. “It’s delicious.”“Not as delicious as I suspect you are, baby girl.”Her eyes widened at that. “Excuse me?” She coughed, trying to make sure she had heard the man right. “What did you say?”“I said,” he leaned closer to her, his eyes dropping to her lips, “that drink doesn’t look nearly as good as you do.”“Oh.”His smile broadened. “Oh.”“Thank you.” Ashley demurred when she wasn’t sure of what else to say. Her words only seemed to make the man’s eyes darken with lust.“You have manners,” he observed.She shrugged, looking down at the drink she was holding. “My daddy taught me to say thank you.” The words slipped from her mouth before she was even aware she was blurting them out. She went red at the admission and fiddled with her drink.“You learned that lesson real good, sweet girl.”


Her Second Chance Dom by Isabella Kole

Published: June 20, 2019
Publisher: Blushing Books

Camille Robertson, savvy professional woman, has found herself alone again. She and her husband have just divorced. However, an old lover reappears in her life at about the same time, so maybe she won’t be alone for long. Twenty years ago, Camille had ended things with this man, the one true love of her life, because he wanted to marry, and raise a large family. He also wanted her to be his submissive. But Camille was on the fast track, climbing the ladder to success, and no one was going to tell her what to do. Cody Larkin is recently widowed, raising his four children alone. Amazingly, the one who got away has recently come back into his life. They both made mistakes twenty years ago. Can they make it work this time around? Surprisingly, Camille is ready to compromise with Cody to make a go of it, but his oldest daughter continues to be a stumbling block for the couple. Will Camille ever win her over so she and her second chance Dom can be together? Publisher’s Note: This steamy second chance romance contains a theme of power exchange.


“Hey, pretty lady, how was your morning?” he asked as he opened the door for her.She smiled up at him as she pushed her shoulder length hair out of her face. The New York wind was strong that day.They were lucky enough to find an empty table and quickly grabbed it. After ordering drinks, she took a deep breath. “You asked about my morning. It was very eventful. There was a disagreement about a book cover, tons of emails to answer, and one very disturbing letter.”He gave her a quizzical look as she took Caroline’s letter out of her bag and handed it to him, her hand brushing his slightly in the exchange. “Cody, I’m really beginning to understand why you’re so concerned about Caroline’s state of mind these days. Have you spoken to her counselor lately?””What’s this?” he asked as he took the envelope from her and looked at the handwriting. “Caroline wrote you a letter?””Read it. If that’s not a cry for help, I don’t know what is. That poor child is hurting, Cody. She’s determined to take care of her sister and her brothers and to care for you and run the household, without help from anyone. She’s sixteen years old. She needs to enjoy her teen years.””She doesn’t want me to see anyone, is that what she said?” he asked. “She is worried that you’re trying to take her mother’s place in our lives, is that it?””I’m afraid so. It’s understandable. Even though we are friends, she is afraid it will develop into more.””What do you suggest we do about it?” he asked.”I think the question needs to be, what are you going to do? In my opinion, and I don’t know much about children, let alone teenagers, you need to make an appointment to speak with her counselor. I know you said all four kids are in grief therapy. Caroline is the oldest; she seems to be having the hardest time dealing with everything.””Camille, I want you in my life. Now that I’ve found you again, I don’t want to lose you.”She took a deep breath before answering him. “Cody, I treasure our newfound friendship too. Right now, though, your four babies should be your top priority. I know having an adult to talk to is important, but focus on the kids. There will be time for us. I’m not going anywhere.””Promise?” he asked as the waitress returned to take their food order.When the girl had gone to put in the order for their lunch, Camille said quietly, “I promise.”His hand reached across the table to touch hers briefly. Funny, how neither of them thought of another promise made, years ago, at that same table.

Excerpt – DOMINATION by Tina Donahue

Publisher: Blushing Books 
Released: May 30, 2019 

Three dominant men will rock her world… 

Surrender might be a wanton Malibu club, but it’s hardly fun and games for Jacquie. As the owner’s assistant, she’s all work and no play. That changes when three bad boy rockers scout the lifestyle club as a provocative idea for their new album. 

As the frontman for Dominant Men, Max is lusciously male and unqualified alpha, eagerly playing Dom to a willing sub. Backup singer and lyricist Andy is more laid back. However, his wild, reddish locks hint at the fire within, which he proves in bed. Entertainment reporters have dubbed composer Devlin ‘the blond devil’. To him, vanilla sex is for when you’re too old to make the effort. The more daring the play, including BDSM, the faster he’s on board. 

Ready to live, Jacquie offers to be their carnal guide through Surrender, willingly delivering herself to these sexy beasts for an adventure like no other. 

This is book two in the Surrender series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This steamy, contemporary, reverse harem romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of sensual scenes, power exchange, and adult language. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase. 


G-RATED Excerpt: 

The door swung inward.  

My freaking god. This is actually happening. 

Max entered first, pure alpha, his features rough, grin mischievous, his freshly washed hair dancing over his shoulders, his stubble tempting as hell. Tonight, he wore a dark blue suit, a sapphire shirt, and matching tie. Totally hip. At twenty-nine, he was male to the extreme. 

Bree rattled the papers to catch Jacquie’s attention for the performance she suggested. 

No good. Jacquie couldn’t look anywhere except at him. To keep from throwing herself into his arms and ruining her badass-chick act, she dug her nails into her palms. 

His gaze zipped down her, crawled back up, settled on her cleavage for a long, long while then inched up to her mouth, where he also lingered, then met her eyes. 

Male interest sparked in his, his grin widening.  

Warmth poured through her, followed by certainty she’d rarely known. Bolstered, she returned his smile. Not as a fan, but as a woman needing a man’s firm touch, followed by his regard, respect, and tenderness. Something crossed his face. 

Pleasure? Passion? Both? Neither? She couldn’t read the emotion. Crap. 
Tempering his earlier joy, he stepped deeper inside, homing in on her, Bree forgotten, no one else existing for him. 

Worked for her. 

Andy entered the office, his auburn hair striking, his baby blues soulful yet also eager. The perfect combination in any man and ideal for a lyricist who wrote songs that brought her to tears. She liked his burgundy suit, gold tie and shirt, the colors outstanding on him. Unable to wait any longer for his smile, she grinned hard enough to make her cheeks hurt. 
His preppy features lit up. He blushed then beamed, more beta than alpha. 
Fine with her. He was a year younger than Max and Devlin, his response to her the greatest gift she’d known. 

Devlin elbowed past both men, his dark blond hair swinging, his leather suit outrageous and totally him. Like Max, he was alpha to the core, at least during their performances and in entertainment articles she’d read. His tuxedo shirt and bowtie tamed him—somewhat. His beard-shadowed cheeks, upper lip, and chin showed what a bad boy he was. He winked. 
Her smile approved of it and everything he was.
Bree cleared her throat and tossed the papers on the desk. “We’ll go over those details tomorrow. For now… Gentlemen, welcome. Max, Andy, Devlin, this is Jacquie Reynolds, my assistant. Jacquie, Dominant Men.” 

They stepped forward as one, delivering their heat. 

Max offered his hand first. She slipped hers inside his and almost died. His palm was calloused and hot, one thousand percent masculine, his touch firm yet tempered in strength. At six-three, he looked down at her, the stilettos not making a dent in their differing heights. 

“Nice to meet you, Jacquie.” 

His smooth, deep voice caressed her name. She’d never forget the sound. “The pleasure is mine.”  

No lie, given how she melted inside. However, her tone remained even, not betraying her arousal or anxiety. 

He offered another killer smile and leaned closer, his brown eyes so dark they looked black.  

His scent washed over her, something fresh and aquatic, similar to the sea. Fitting for a man who resembled a pirate. Wild. Unrestrained. Commanding. He was definitely starring in her first romance. She shook inwardly. 

Devlin offered his hand next, crowding out Andy who either didn’t mind being one-upped or wouldn’t show it. 

Not liking Devlin’s behavior, she gave him a cool look. 

He smiled sheepishly and bobbed his hand up and down, reminding her what to do next. “It’s great to meet you, Jacquie. I hear you have no equal in your work. I don’t doubt it for a second.” 

At his praise and silky baritone, her disapproval crumbled faster than a sandcastle during a hurricane. His solid grasp said he wouldn’t let go anytime soon. Exactly what she needed from him in bed. “I do my best. I’m delighted to meet you, too.” 

He stroked her thumb. 

Pleasure blossomed within her. She reeled. 

“I’d say we’ve waited far too long to meet.” He brushed his lips over her knuckles, his stubble rough, mouth ungodly soft. 

Another second of him being his devilish self and she’d beg him to do her then ask the others for the same. His sensual, bold fragrance enthralled, a spicy-musky scent bringing to mind torrid summer nights, satin sheets, and naked flesh. 

Before she lost what scant control she had, she eased her hand from his, ready to meet Andy.  

He regarded her boobs, plumped by the dress, then met her gaze, with naked craving in his eyes. 

His brief intensity surprised her, his grip as impressive as the others, but also friendly and caring. His scent proved minty, pleasant, and masculine. 
It should have calmed her. Instead, her desire shot into the stratosphere.


His grin stretched ear to ear. “Hi. Great to meet you, Jacquie. Thanks for showing us around tonight. I’m sure you have other work you could be doing.” 

Loving his rich voice, she shook her head hard enough to make the earrings tap her jaw. “Not in the least. That stuff can wait until tomorrow.” She looked at Bree. “Right?” 

Bree struggled not to smile. “It’ll be waiting for you at your desk when you come in. Until then…” She regarded the guys. “Have fun. Enjoy Surrender. Let your imaginations run wild.” After giving Jacquie a knowing look, she ushered them from her office. 

HONEY by Sommer Marsden


 A dark secret keeps Bishop Kelly unattached and closed off. She has only one persistent friend, and now she’s moving away from him. 

Running her online fitness group from a borrowed professor’s home in Constantine Falls, New York, seems like any other life decision. There’s no one to consult and no one who has her back. Life is what it is – a solo gig. 

Bishop isn’t expecting a strange local, Finn “Honey” Sinclair, to jump start her memories, her  desire, and her heart. He has his own intense history that haunts him. In the heart of this oddly quaint town, Bishop is suddenly learning that even in the midst of unexpected loss, there can be inexplicable gain. 

Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance contains themes of power exchange.  


Author Interview 

When did you know you wanted to be an author? 
Right around the time I got my hands on a Winnie the Pooh book and a box of crayons. Don’t worry, I didn’t write in the book. But I did begin spinning my own tales fairly early. I’ve never wanted to be anything else. 

What is your writing process like? 
I tend to write every day unless I’m heavily into edits. I used to write at home and pretty much only at home. Now I find that I work much better out in the world at a café or similar. It’s like sitting down out in the world with my laptop flips a switch that says “now we need to work”. If I’m home I’m constantly thinking of the dishes that could be getting done or laundry that needs folding or a certain little fat wiener dog that needs a walk.  

What do you love most about books? 
I love books because they are instant entertainment. It’s like holding magic in your hands. Someone sat down and created something from nothing but what was in their mind. If that’s not magic, I don’t know what is. 

Do you have an all-time favorite novel? 
IT by Stephen King. Scary but true. I lost count, a long time ago, of how many times I’ve read it.  

Who are some of your favorite authors? 
I don’t tend to read in my own genre very often. My brain leans toward creepy and scary things. I read Stephen King, Gillian Flynn, Jennifer McMahon, and recently Jonathan Janz. Though I do love a good Stephanie Plum novel by Janet Evanovich. Those are hot and fun. 

What is your favorite genre? 
Horror and thriller/suspense.  

Do you prefer libraries or bookstores? 
That’s like asking cake or cookies. The answer is both! My book acquiring has gotten out of control lately. I’ve made a deal with myself that very large popular authors with enormous followings, I’ll borrow their books. That leaves me free to buy and support smaller up and coming authors. At the moment, it works for me. 

What genres do you write in? 
I write erotic romance and have recently added horror back to my genres. I write that under a different name lest a reader go looking for hot and sexy and find dark and scary instead.  

Do you like to outline or just dive right in when writing? 
I’m a pantser through and through. I tend to have a beginning, an end, and maybe a little tiny idea of the middle. Then I plunk my butt down and go for it. 

Where do you find inspiration? 
Everywhere. Music is a big one. I get some of my best ideas while running with music being piped into my head. If a song inspires an idea I tend to play it on a loop. It’s a very good thing no one can hear it but me, I guess. It would probably drive them crazy when I’m truly cultivating an idea. I play it over and over and over… 

If you could travel anywhere in the world, where you go? 
Scotland and England. Probably, Hawaii as well. Those are the only places I’ve truly ever wanted to go through the bother of flying to see. Otherwise, I am very much a road trip kind of girl. 

Do you have a favorite vacation spot? 
On the road with my boyfriend hitting thrift stores. We wander, buy weird things, hunt for good gluten free food (I’m Celiac) and have fun. It’s the best ‘vacation spot’ there is. 

Would you rather do the spanking or be spanked? 
That’s easy. Be spanked.  

What do you like to collect? 
Vintage horror paperbacks, odd retro items, dishes—I have a real dish problem. Pyrex, Fire King, Glasbake. All of it!  

Do you have any hobbies? 
I haunt thrift stores with my guy and run a few vintage shops online. We also love to hunt down used book stores and get lost looking at books. 

Chocolate or vanilla? 

Tea or coffee? 
Yes! I used to be a tried and true coffee girl. I haven’t given it up, I’ve just added tea recently. I have coffee in the morning and tea in the afternoon.  

Favorite color? 
Gray. Gray is my black.  

If your mood was a song right now, what would be playing? 
Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie.  

Tell us about your most adventurous experience. 
I took off for California when I was 16 with $35 in my pocket and didn’t return home until I was 18. I learned a lot about myself being out in the world with nothing. 

What was the hardest part about writing Honey? 
How long it took me to write. I’m used to writing a book in 6-8 weeks. I think Honey took me 6-8 months. It was my first book after the death of my husband in late 2014 and what worked for me as a writer before did not work for me as a writer after. I had to find my new work rhythm, commitment, and voice. I found it, but I get frustrated easily. When you’re used to flying through something and you can’t, it can be infuriating.  

How much research do you typically do on a novel? 
It depends on the novel. I tend to write very normal people. Which requires very little research other than eavesdropping and people watching. I’m guilty of both. 

Five Fun Facts   

  1. I have a very old wiener dog who thinks he runs the house because he does. 
  2. I am an exercise fanatic. Like…for real. I run (poorly) and do all kinds of crazy workouts. It’s what keeps me sane. Sorta. 
  3. Crazy hair don’t care. It’s often weird colors and I often ‘style it’ by sleeping on it. I haven’t owned a hair dryer in 20 years. 
  4. My bedroom has a wall of heads. Don’t worry. They’re not real. They’re plaster, metal, wood, even fabric. All kinds of animals. Including a stuffed shark. 
  5. I loathe high heels and threw them all away years ago. I basically have Converse, flip flops, or boots on. Period.  

About the Author 
Sommer Marsden is a professional dirty word writer, gluten free baker, amateur runner, fat wiener dog walker, expert procrastinator. Sommer lives in Baltimore with her boyfriend, The Bearded Giant, an eclectic collection of kids, and the previously mentioned fat wiener dog. 

Called “…one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue) and “Unapologetic” (Alison Tyler), she’s the author of over thirty novels including, Go Slow, Honey, Restless Spirit, Wanderlust, and The Mighty Quinn

Visit her website here:

MAGGIE’S MATCH by Kat Carrington

Interviews and Excerpt

Meet a new author, her characters and read an exciting excerpt from the book!


Maggie Maxwell is part of a tiny community that has become like family to her, until her landlady’s grandson comes to town with the idea that she is out to scam his grandmother. Sparks fly high between Maggie and the handsome Carter Beauchamp. 

Maggie discovers that Carter won’t hesitate to act when she takes a risk that could be dangerous to her, and this sets off new sparks of attraction between the two. 

But Carter is struggling with his feelings for Maggie and can’t decide what he wants. When someone begins to tamper with her business and home, the risk to her wellbeing escalates quickly. Maggie is abducted by a mysterious stranger, and Carter races to rescue her, but will it be too late for the two of them? 

Publisher’s Note: This steamy romantic mystery contains elements of power exchange.  


Author Interview 
When did you know you wanted to be an author? 
I began reading as a young child. By the time I was in school I was devouring the fiction that was available in the school library. When I ran out of fiction, I moved to biographies, which I found fascinating. At the same time, I found myself sitting at my dad’s big desk and writing stories for hours at a time. But by the time I reached high school, I had stopped writing, although I never stopped reading.    

Later in life, I realized that there were many times that I still wrote. There were newsletters that I assisted with, press releases, posts on social media. One day I realized that there was a story rattling around in my brain and I sat down to put it in print. And so Maggie’s Match was born. It is my very first book and I am on a very exciting journey now, thanks to Blushing Books. 

What is your writing process like? 
My writing process is very spontaneous. I’m retired, so my time is my own. Often I find myself lying in bed in that place between awake and asleep and find myself half dreaming about my current characters and story. That’s when ideas and interactions begin to take form. I often get up early in the morning with my husband still sleeping and the house quiet and type away on my laptop. 

Where do you find inspiration? 
Maggie’s Match contains a lot of experiences that are right out of my own life. I have a love for cooking and baking and spent years horseback riding. The people I meet inspire me and the books I read inspire me. There is an endless storybook out there to be watched and enjoyed and, sometimes, to be put into a book. 

Do you like to outline or just dive right in when writing? 
I like to do a very basic outline, just to keep myself from getting too scattered and to remind myself of where I wanted to go when I began the story. 

Tea or coffee? 
Definitely coffee! 

Favorite color?   

Character Interview Maggie’s Match 
Interview with Maggie Maxwell 

How did you meet the man who turned your life upside down? 
I met Carter when he came to town because he heard that I had gone into business in Boone, Indiana, where his grandmother lives. His grandmother, GG, gave me the opportunity to rent my bakery from her and begin the life I had always wanted, in a small town, with good people who became a family to me. Carter believed that I was there to scam his grandmother. I had never even met this man and he was convinced that I was some kind of evil thief! 

So you and Carter didn’t get along with each other? 
No! Don’t get me wrong, he obviously loved GG and it was nice, the way he was with his grandmother, but he was absolutely obnoxious to me. I love GG too, and it was completely unfair of him to behave that way toward me. 

And yet you found yourself strongly attracted to him?   
Yes, it was the strangest thing. Carter has a way of pushing people around when he doesn’t like what they’re doing and he seemed to love pushing me. And yet, when he got the angriest was when he thought I was doing something that was risky for me, that put me in danger. It was so odd. And then he actually threatened to spank me if I did it again! I’m a grown woman and he was threatening to spank me like a child. 

But did he have reason to? Were you behaving like a child?   
Well, I guess he had a point. After I thought about it, he was right about my being careless. And that was just as infuriating, realizing that he was right. 

So what happened when the attraction grew stronger? 
Oh! Carter….well, Carter kissed me and it was like my legs just turned to jelly. It was after he spanked me and I just could have melted right into him. It was the strangest experience I ever had. 

What’s the best thing about Carter? 
The way he looks out for the people he loves. 

Interview with Carter Beauchamp 

How did you meet Maggie? 
I heard about her setting up business in Boone and I came to check her out. My grandmother was responsible for giving her a start in business and I know how big my grandmother’s heart is. It wouldn’t be hard for some sweet talking gold digger to take advantage of her.  

Did you find that happening when you got to Boone? 
Well, I couldn’t be sure. I did a background check on Maggie and she was a complete blank until she went to college. After that, things looked okay but what kind of person just appears out of nowhere with no past? I told her I’d be watching her and if I found out she was using my Gran, she was going to regret it. 

What did your grandmother think of that? 
She got pretty pissed about it, especially when she found out I had done the background check. But I wasn’t about to back off until I knew the truth about Maggie Maxwell. 

But then you and Maggie started a relationship? 
I’m still not sure exactly how that happened. She could do some really dumb things and I wasn’t about to let her get herself in trouble. Gran loved her and so I was stuck looking out for her. So I warmed her butt for her when she put herself in a scary situation and afterward she looked at me with those big green eyes. Next thing I knew I was kissing her. What is it with crying women? Then you have to take care of them. 

So what’s the best thing about Maggie? 
Maggie is just…she’s feisty and funny and sweet and smart. She’s just Maggie. Oh, and she’s drop dead gorgeous! 

A Note From the Author 
This is my very first book and my characters are really dear to my heart. They do things I love to do myself and live a lifestyle that I’d love to live. My next book will take place in Boone as well, as more characters come to town and more relationships bloom.  

5 Fun Facts about Kat Carrington 

  1. Lived in Indiana all her life until retiring in the South a few years ago. 
  2. Loves to cook so much that she participates in a monthly cooking club. 
  3. Would rather read than watch TV or movies anytime! 
  4. Loves horses and dogs. 
  5. Greatest joy is her kids and grandkids. 

Excerpt from Maggie’s Match 

Maggie puzzled over the mystery of the missing baking powder until she got so busy in the kitchen that is slipped from her mind. She put in a long day, forgetting to turn her sign to Closed that afternoon. She had her case stocked with sweet treats for the next day, her sandwich fixings ready and in the big refrigerator, and only one pot of soup still simmering when she heard the little bells on her door jingle. 

“I’ll be right there,” she called out, wiping her hands on a towel and glancing at the with surprise at the clock. 

“I’m sorry,” she was saying as she walked out to the counter. “I actually closed quite a while ago, but what can I help you with?” 

Carter said sharply, “What time do you close?” 

“Oh, Carter.” She flushed. “Well, usually at three. I was just so busy I lost track of time.” 

“So you’ve been working back there for hours with your door still unlocked and your sign still saying you’re open?” 

“Well, yes, but everyone knows I close after lunch.” 

Carter looked impatient. “Anybody could have walked right in here. What’s wrong with you?” 

Maggie snapped, “Yes, and look who did. Carter Beauchamp. Is there anything I can help you with?” 

“Yes, you can use your head. Just because this is a little town and everybody knows everybody doesn’t mean that something bad can’t happen. There are a lot of strangers who pass through here, especially during tourist season.” 

Maggie knew he was right and it made her angry. “Well, what do you care? You’ve made it clear that you’re not happy that I’m here.” 

Coolly, he said, “I don’t. But my gran does, and I do care about her. And as long as I’m here, let’s talk about that. Exactly what are you up to here in Boone? You’ve been assistant chef in an upscale restaurant. Why would you want to come to this little place and run a tiny little bakery with no future?” 

“That’s none of your business! And how do you know I was an assistant chef?” 

“I checked your background. There’s not a whole lot of information there. You just sort of pop up out of nowhere, working your way up in the restaurant trade. Do you have some kind of a grand plan in the works here?” 

Maggie’s eyes flashed. “What are you talking about? What kind of grand plan could I have?” 

Carter leaned forward and put his finger under her chin, lifting her face to his. “The kind of plan where poor little Maggie Maxwell gets herself taken under the wing of my gran. Did she look like prime pickings for you when you wandered into town? Single, no family around, owns businesses and the biggest house in town?” 

Maggie gasped and jerked away from him. “How dare you? That’s a filthy thing to say!” 

Carter’s voice was steel. “That’s a filthy thing to do. And don’t think I’m going to stand by and let it happen. If that’s your game, you might as well pack it up and get on down the road.” 

Speechless with rage, Maggie swung her hand at his face, only to have him catch her wrist in a steely grip. 

“You don’t want to do that, little girl,” he drawled. “Try it again and I’ll turn you over my knee and give you something to think about.” 

“You wouldn’t dare,” Maggie said. 

“Don’t try me. Right now, it sounds like a real good idea.” 

“Let go of me and get out of my shop.” Maggie drew herself up haughtily. 

He let her wrist go. “Gladly. But understand this. I’m going to be here indefinitely, and I’m watching you. You’d better mind what you do. And your soup is boiling over.” 

“What? Oh, crap!” Maggie rushed to the kitchen. When she finished dealing with the mess on the stove, Carter was gone. She stalked to the door, where she found her sign already turned to Closed. She locked the door and pulled the shade, muttering darkly to herself. 

Maggie’s fingers brushed her chin, where his fingers had held her. Her stomach fluttered a little as she felt heat low in her belly. Her legs had actually gone weak when he had threatened to spank her! Confused, she tried to push all thoughts of Carter Beauchamp out of her head. She finished cleaning up and headed for home. 

About the Author 
Hi, I’m Kat. I’m a new author, even though I have been writing various things for most of my life. Writing for business or on social media has always just been a normal part of my life. One day, looking for something different to do, I began a story. I picked it up and put it down many times for several months. As the characters developed and the plot formed, I soon needed to follow it through to the end. That was how Maggie’s Match was born. 

I was born and raised in the Midwest and I wrote about things that I knew. The people around me have always been varied and interesting and they are a rich source of inspiration for writing. The idea of writing my stories and sharing them is so much fun for me, it has quickly become much more than just something different to do. A Strong Man’s Hand is my very first book series but the world of writing has just begun.  

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What lengths would you go to in order to save your marriage?

Broken trust. Bitter arguments. Burning secrets.

Their marriage in ruins, David and Shannon must alter their balance of power or risk losing everything important – including their love. There’s one alternative left. Domestic Discipline. While the intense change is amazing, both are left with fear and self-doubt. As old behaviours resurface, they’re forced to face secrets from the past.

Will the new dynamic be enough? Are they strong enough? Do they love each other enough?

Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary three-book set includes elements of angst, betrayal, and power exchange but guarantees an HEA. Experience the journey of a couple deeply in love, struggling to hold on to what they hold dear.

His breath sounds clipped, he brushed his fingers up and down the side of her face. Tipping her head, he brought his face down to hers, allowing their lips to brush together. “Shannon.”
With her shoes still in one hand, she slid her other up his chest, her heart racing. 
Darting his tongue out, he licked across the seam of her mouth. Holding the stance, he moaned softly before sliding his tongue inside and easing his arm around her waist. 
When he crushed his lips over hers, she whimpered into the kiss, her legs trembling. She could feel his heart thumping in her hand, and for a few seconds, she closed her eyes, envisioning the way they used to be, imagining how he used to hold her, caress her, and make love to her for hours.
He grunted and swayed his hips back and forth, his hard shaft pushing into her belly. His French kiss became needy, his tongue entwining with hers. 
Shannon fought tears, the dichotomy of emotions raw, almost painful. She was so fearful of the future, yet filled with hope. Palming his chest, her fingers dug into his shirt as longing swept through her system. 
Easing his hand up and down the side of her body, he allowed his fingers to caress her breast and waist, moving to her outer thigh. Using just two fingers, he began to crawl up her dress, his actions methodical.
Every muscle was on fire, her pussy wet and clenching. There were so many powerful jolts thrashing through her body, just like what used to happen when he touched her with a single finger. Panting into the kiss, she pushed back, breaking the moment of passion. “David…” 
He breathed in and out as he licked his lips and continued slipping the silky material up her leg. Sliding his hand under her dress, his fingers pushed under the thin elastic of her panties. 
Gasping, she gripped both of his arms and rose onto her tiptoes. When he swirled the tip of a finger around her clit, she shuddered. “Oh…”
“Shannon, I want you.”
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think clearly. Electric jolts shot up from her legs and straight into her cunt; she was full of desire. “I…” Swallowing hard, she bit her lower lip as she tried to focus on his eyes, the way he was looking at her with such intense need furrowing into his brow. She dropped her shoes and clenched her fist. Why was she nervous?
“Touch me. Just touch me like you used to.”
The anguish in his voice cut through her heart, giving her a horrible feeling of wretched pain, so desperate and so unfixable. Reaching out tentatively, she allowed her finger to touch his shirt only, using no pressure, but the simplest of strokes resulted in a hard shiver skating down her back. 
“Mmm. I love your touch, the way you caress me,” David whispered as he moved his hand farther between her legs. Tilting his head, his eyes seemed to be glowing in the slice of moon shimmering through the kitchen blinds. Growling, he slipped two fingers into her wet folds, immediately groaning. “So damn wet. God, you’re so wet.”
“God… I…” The way her nipples were scraping against the thin material of her dress was driving her out of her mind. Panting, she slid her fingers down from his chest to his groin, and the instant she placed her hand on his crotch, he moaned and she whimpered. Every cell in her body on fire, she caressed him through his pants, delighted at how strained the tight material felt around his throbbing muscle.
David leaned his head down, pressing kisses across her neck as he pushed her head back. He nipped the area just under her chin. “Mmm.” Flexing his fingers open, he thrust in and out of her pussy, grunting every time he drove deeper.
“Oh… I… David…” Her eyes rolling in the back of her head, she shivered as she stroked his cock. For a fleeting second, she wasn’t certain if they should be playing with each other, enjoying. But he was still her husband, right? The ridiculous thought giving her a series of salacious thoughts, she gave him a lust-filled look as she slowly began to unfasten his belt.
“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?” The growl was distinct, authoritative.
And she was turned on like she hadn’t been in years. “Who me?’
“Yes, you. I think you’re a very bad girl.”
“I am and I don’t mind admitting it.” She managed to unbutton and unzip him, and before she released his cock, she pursed her lips and blew hot air across his face.
David snarled as he grabbed her chin, pulling her face to his. “God, woman. You’re mine.” 
The kiss was a powerful reminder of the man she used to know. As he thrust three, then four fingers deep inside her cunt, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, squeezing with just enough pressure. He moaned into the kiss, the sound guttural. Her heart thumping wildly, she clenched her eyes shut. The man was hungry tonight, in a way she hadn’t experienced in years. Her playful side returning, she took her other hand, forcing first one side of his pants down and then the other, finally able to slip her hand between his legs. There was nothing like rolling his balls between her fingers, the feel of his already swollen sac giving her more than one sinful thought.

Ella (Lycan Mating Games #3) by S Cinders 

In the blink of an eye, James’ world turned upside down. Now he must travel into the past to find Jessie, who has disturbed the fabric of time, and put everything back to rights. But he won’t be going alone. With Ella at his side, he will bargain with the Fairy Court, meet the family members they never knew existed, and walk the halls of the infamous academy where the Lycan Mating Games began.

Can they, once and for all, put the USLUF behind them? Or is this only the beginning?

Welcome to Lycan Mating Games 3: Ella.

Publisher’s Note: This steamy sci-fi action romance contains very graphic scenes. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it.

Excerpt One:
I stared into James’ eyes and saw that the man I knew and loved wasn’t there. Yes, this was still James, but even his personality was slightly different. He was more laid back and eminently cockier than the man he was on my timeline. 
“What is my name?” My voice sounded raspy to my ears. 
“Mine!” he growled. 
I almost rolled my eyes. He was thinking with his dick, not his brain. Then it struck me, James’ body had assimilated into this timeline. Meaning that he didn’t have the same memories. His physical body might have gone through the GMU, but his mind hadn’t. 
And if that wasn’t a complete mind fuck, let’s talk about how I was mated with a man who had no memory of the act, nor who I even was. 
“Shit, James.” I pulled him in close to speak with him. But to my surprise, he kissed me. It wasn’t the confident kisses that I was used to. 
To be perfectly honest, the last one hadn’t been, either. I am not saying that the kiss was bad. I don’t think James was capable of failing at this kind of thing. But they were more innocent, less polished, and infinitely sweet. 
I wrenched my lips away. “My name is Ella, and you are my mate.” 
“Fuck, yeah!” His eyes lit up, and he bent his head again. But this time, I was faster. 
“No, James, listen to me.” 
His eyes seemed to focus on something, and I saw them harden. “Why in the hell do you have another man’s mark on you?” 
His canines descended, and his violet eyes flashed. 
That’s your fucking mark, you idiot! I suppose my thoughts were not the kindest, but he was drawing attention to us. 
James blinked. “Who said that?” 
I am your mate. This time, I made him listen. My name is Ella, and you have to trust me. 
“Okay.” He shrugged, and when he grinned, I saw that his teeth had gone back to normal. 
You can talk to me through the link as well. How are you so trusting? This is strange. To be frank, completely not like the James I knew. But the James I knew didn’t exist here. 
Hello? he said tentatively. 
He was adorably clueless. 
James, we are going to register, and I will do all of the talking. I just want you to agree with anything I say. Can you do that? 
The old James would never go along with something like that unless he had weighed every option and evaluated the safety of the plan. 
Cool! What else does this mind voodoo do? 
The fate of the world hung in the balance, and I was stranded in the past with a mate who had the mentality of a frat-boy. What else could go wrong? 

Forever Molly by Alyssa Bailey

Release Date April 26, 2019  

“You scared the living hell out of me, and you can believe I’m going to spank the devil out of you.” 

Forever is a long time to live with the wrong decision. 

Newlywed Molly O’Connor loves all kinds of mysteries and solving them gets her blood pumping almost as much as her new husband Cián O’Connor. Cián wants his wife to ease into her new life and is open to any way she finds comfortable. Soon, however, it becomes obvious that running a clinic, orienting to a large Irish family, and dealing with her protective husband isn’t enough excitement for the love of his life.

When things progress from a little harmless fun to horse thefts, assaults, kidnapping, and even murder, Cián puts his foot down. Despite his admonitions, his bride is too enmeshed in the events going on around them to heed his warnings for long. Molly becomes secretive, refusing to let go until it’s too late, putting herself and her family in grave danger.

It will take help from the entire O’Connor clan along with some special friends to ensure the young couple’s forever isn’t over before it begins. 

Publisher’s Note: This sweet contemporary romance contains elements of domestic discipline. 

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Cián nodded and signaled for Jane to bring him a menu, effectively dismissing Mr. Carpenter. Jane came quickly with a menu and a coffee pot. He paid special interest to the cup of coffee he was supplied. The waitress paid special attention to Cián before she walked away.  

“We have some things we need to discuss. I’m sure this is as good a place as any.”  

“Cián, he said he knew you.”  

“Really? That’s not what he just said.”  

“He said that in front of Mr. Archer, or I don’t think that he would have left me alone.”  

“Well, we hadn’t met before and it was a certainty that you hadn’t.”  

“I’m finished eating, Cián. I’m going home. We can talk there.” She made to get out of the booth but Cián didn’t move. He continued to observe his cup and then took a sip.  

“I imagine we can talk here. I’m sure there are other, pressing things to do when we get home.”  

“Like what?”  

Finally, Cián turned a questioning face towards Molly, his left eyebrow hiked up. “Do I need to spell it out? All right. After you explain yourself to me while I eat my dinner, we will go home. Then you will immediately strip, present that lusciously naughty bottom to me and I am going to spank it ruby red. Anything after that will also be on my terms.” 

About Alyssa 

USA Today and #1 International best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, lives amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the rainforest on the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege. 

Alyssa loves writing realistic romance for the naughty in all of us. Writing power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices is a common theme. She loves series.  

If she can throw a little humor, or suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters predominately live in Regency England, Ireland, and Scotland amongst lords and ladies, in the Contemporary Realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working Cowboys and fiercely romantic Indians.   

Note about penning this book: 

This last trilogy and especially the last book was difficult for me. I have grown as an author during the writing of the O’Connors. If you start from the beginning, with Liam and Jocelyn, you will not only follow the progression of the family storyline but the story of my writing.  

There were plenty of ups and downs and growing pains but at the end of the day, like the O’Connors, I like where I am. And like them, the next generation is in full swing and their third generation is beginning to find love as I am beginning to spread my own wings to spaces and places I never thought to go.   

I hope you have fallen in love with the O’Connors. Would you like to know of other new and wonderful places my writing might take us?  

Check out the venue of your choice below and follow me.   

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Also by Alyssa Bailey

The O’Connor Series: 
Liam & Jocelyn’s Story 
Her Sweet Complication, Liam O’Connor Book 1 
Liam’s Lessons, Liam O’Connor Book 2 
Loving Liam, Liam O’Connor Book 3 

Ciaran and Katherine’s Story 
His Gentle Persuasion, Ciaran O’Connor Book 1 
Rancher’s Creed, Ciaran O’Connor Book 2 
Katie Consents, Ciaran O’Connor Book 3 

Quinlan and Cheyenne’s Story 
Quinlan’s Quest, Quinlan O’Connor Book 1 
Accepting His Ways, Quinlan O’Connor Book 2 
Her Balancing Act, Quinlan O’Connor Book 3 

Kelli and Parker’s Story 
Meeting Her Needs, Kelli O’Connor Book 1   
Kissing Kelli, Kelli O’Connor Book 2 
Keeping Kelli, Kelli O’Connor Book 3 

Cián and Molly’s Story
In Pursuit of Molly, Cián O’Connor Book 1 
Freeing Molly, Cián O’Connor Book 2 
Forever Molly, Cián O’Connor Book3 

Lords and Little Ladies Series: 
Lord Thayer’s Choice (Book 1) 
Lord Ashton Decides (Book 2) 
The Black Laird Demands (Book 3) 
Lord Kendrick Commands (Book 4) TBA

Safe and Secure Series: 
Saving Sharlee (Book 1) 
Book 2 (2019) 

Clearwater Ranch Series  
Piper’s Plan (Book 1) 
Camille’s Second Chance (Book 2) May 2019 

Lone Wind Series: 
Reclaiming Clover (Book 1)  

Chase Abbey Series: 
Lord Barrington’s Minx (Book 1) 
Becoming Lady Barrington (Book 2) 
Lady Caroline’s Defiance (Book 3) 
His Improper Lady (Book 4) 

Sweet Town Love 
Historical Heroes 
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Blushing Exclusive: 

Who are some of your favorite authors: 

I’ll share one right now. As a teen, I discovered Victoria HoltPhilippa Carr, Kathleen Kellow, and Jean Plaidy (all the same woman) whom I devoured for the gothic style of writing, the Victorian settings, and the mystery. The crime and mystery style gave way to the gothic romance mystery in her later career. 

Library or bookstore? 

Is that a real question? Library of course. I have spent hours surrounded by books my whole life fueled by my mother who is a lover of books. She shared that obsession with me. She dabbles in writing as well. I think most people who have love affairs with books–the feel, the smell, the weight of an old book in your hand, has the craving to create them in some form or another. I tackled my demons, built worlds, and met my first lovers in the library.  

What type of book do you like to write the most? 

Honestly, I like a taste of suspense, but don’t have the patience to write mysteries as in Agatha Christy types. I want a book that shows character connection to others. It’s hard for me to draft a book that isn’t a series because I tend to think in groupings. I immediately identify the main characters in the first book, adding as the story morphs. I want to fall in love with my characters, laugh and cry with them. Then I want to share who have become important to them in a next book, creating that sense of community that weaves in and out of each other’s lives as they tend to do.   

What was the hardest part about writing Forever Molly? 

The ending. It was the last book of the series. I imagine I might do a novella, or free stories for my fans of this huge family, but the last sibling is now married, all the main characters have been settled. It was time to move on. They are a part of my life now but it’s time allow them to raise their families in peace. Time to eavesdrop on the lives of another community.  

Now that the last of the O’Connor Series has been written, what is next on the 2019 horizon? 

I have several other trilogies and series that I’ve started. I’d like to finish those. Clearwater Ranch series is a trilogy-book 2, Camille’s Second Chance, is coming out soon. In Forever Molly, we re-introduced Saving Sharlee characters, Jacquard, Sharlee, and Kaden. I have a few moody alpha men to get through there. Finally, I think I will write another book to my Lords and Little Ladies. I already have a novel in a rough outline.