Saturday, July 1, 2017

Prizes Every Hour - $25.00 Amazon Gift Certificate

We're down to the wire on our Hero Undercover box set.  We want to make the USA Today Bestseller list for our Blushing Authors!  You can help and be eligible to win great prizes at the same time!
 
How?
 
Beginning at 1 P.M. Eastern Time on July 1, and ending at 1 A.M. on July 3rd, EVERY HOUR Blushing Books is giving away two great prizes.   Yup.  Every hour, two winners, thirty-six prizes in all.  We'll be listing winners (first name and state only) on our Facebook page and tweeting out the winners!
 
All you have to do is buy a copy of Hero Undercover for 99 cents.
 
Each hour we're giving away one $25.00 gift certificate to Amazon and one ONE YEAR membership ($120 value) to Bethany's Woodshed.
 
And yes, all you have to do is buy a copy of Hero Undercover for 99 cents.
 
This collection features an amazing group of authors, including Annabel Joseph, Addison Cain, Renee Rose, Maggie Ryan, Maddie Taylor, Emily Tilton, Trent Evans, Jennifer Bene, Jane Henry, Sophie Kisker, Megan Michaels, Katherine Deane, Maggie Carpenter, Maisy Archer, Alyssa Bailey, Claire Conrad, Stevie MacFarlane, Piper Stone, Anya Summers, Lucy Wild, BJ Wane, A.C. Rose, April Hill, Amelia Smarts, and Meredith O'Reilly.
 
So - buy a copy of Hero Undercover using one of the links below.   Take a screen shot of your receipt, and
send it to us by using this form
Furthermore, anyone who buys the book on two sites is also eligible to win an Apple iPad
 
So click through to Blushing Books blog for information on how to enter to win an iPad.
 
 
Win!  - Help your favorite Blushing authors!
Win! - Win a $25.00 Gift Certificate or a Bethany's Woodshed membership.
Win! - Contribute .99 to two very worthwhile charities!
 
*** Don't delay...this promotion/sale ends at ONE A.M. on July 3rd! ***
 
After July 2nd, this collection will only be available at Amazon but not at this ridiculously low price!
 

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Win an iPad Mini courtesy of Blushing Books and the "Hero Undercover" box set



Everyone likes winning, right?  And what's better than a "win?"
 
WIN-WIN!
 
And what's better than that?
 
WIN-WIN-WIN!
 
Right now, Blushing Books is offering an amazing box set of 25 novellas entitled "Hero Undercover."   This collection features an amazing group of authors, including Annabel Joseph, Addison Cain, Renee Rose, Maggie Ryan, Maddie Taylor, Emily Tilton, Trent Evans, Jennifer Bene, Jane Henry, Sophie Kisker, Megan Michaels, Katherine Deane, Maggie Carpenter, Maisy Archer, Alyssa Bailey, Claire Conrad, Stevie MacFarlane, Piper Stone, Anya Summers, Lucy Wild, BJ Wane, A.C. Rose, April Hill, Amelia Smarts, and Meredith O'Reilly.  

And how is it a win for YOU?  

First, the entire collection is right now (until Sunday, July 3rd) ONLY 99cents.  Why so low?  Because your favorite Blushing authors are trying hard to become USA Today and New York Times bestsellers, and by offering this great promotional price we have a chance of selling enough books to achieve that goal.  So it's a win for you, the reader, because you get enough material to have twenty-five great bedtime reads for just 99 cents.
How is it a win-win?

Because Blushing is donating all publisher profits (and most of the authors are doing the same) to a worthwhile charity.   

And how is it a win-win-win?

Because anyone that buys that book on TWO of the three sites (and provides us with proof of purchase) will be entered for a drawing for an Apple iPad.   

So click through to Blushing Books blog for information on how to enter to win an iPad.

 
Win!  - Help your favorite Blushing authors!
Win! - Win an iPad mini!
Win! - Contribute .99 to two very worthwhile charities!

*** Don't delay...this promotion/sale ends at MIDNIGHT Sunday July 2nd! ***

After July 2nd, this collection will only be available at Amazon but not at this ridiculously low price!

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Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff By Kryssie Fortune



Jasmine Stewart (Jazz to her friends) falls for the blond stranger who spanks and seduces her at a Washington soiree. Later, when she discovers her flatmate is trying to draw her into a spy ring, she goes to the authorities. The ensuing publicity costs her her job, her security, and her future. Starting over in Westhorpe Ridge is her only option.

Sean Mathews, former SEAL and Westhorpe Ridge’s sheriff, can’t forget the woman he spanked when he visited Washington, but he thinks she’s a spy. When she turns up in Westhorpe Ridge, he tries everything to make her leave town. Despite their misunderstandings, though, they can’t keep their hands off each other.

As New Year’s Eve looms, the spy ring resurfaces. Jazz will need all of Sean’s SEAL prowess to survive. But because his wounded leg cost him his speed in the water, will it be enough?


About Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Series

Westhopre Ridge is a small, North Carolina Town with a big heart. Each story is a stand-alone romance but there are recurring themes and characters. The series features former military men come home to build a new career and the women strong enough to love them. 


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Ponytail and the minion returned, each dragging Jazz by one arm. They’d stripped to her underwear, bound her arms behind her back, and gagged her.

Sean’s heart stuttered and his stomach churned. A tornado of rage swirled inside him, but he needed to get the woman he loved back on dry land. Afterward, if the opportunity arose, her captors would die long, slow deaths at his hands. Playing his role, he gave her a lecherous stare and forced a grin. “Silence is sweet. I always said she had a big mouth.”

The look Jazz gave him should have curdled his blood. The men holding her arms laughed, and Ponytail squeezed her breast before they thrust her onto the floor by Sean’s feet. “Enjoy her. Maybe later, you’ll give me a turn with her.”

Maybe later Sean would peel their flesh from his bones, one layer at a time. For now, he shrugged. “Why not? I need to cool her hot temper first. Are we underway yet? I’ll take her on deck, and she can shiver as she takes her last ever look at dry land.”

Jazz paled behind the gag. Her eyes widened, and she looked like she wanted to weep.

Sean hated the defeated look in her eyes, but he needed to stay in character.

When he dragged her upright, she kicked his shin.

He took her chin in his and forced her to look at him. “Sweetheart, you really shouldn’t have done that. Once I get you alone, I’m going to have to punish you.”

Brains took a sip of his whiskey. “Why wait? We’ll all enjoy watching you spank her right here, right now.”

Sean felt sick. He didn’t want to abuse Jazz, but he needed to stay in his character and pretend he enjoyed it. He forced a grin and dragged Jazz over his knee. The other men moved closer, eager to watch him chastise their captive.

She wriggled and squirmed as though his lap was red hot. Sean brought his hand down hard on her ass, spreading the pain as he spanked her ten times. Bound, gagged, and almost naked, she withed against him. Normally, if she ran her cunt over his cock, he’d get the boner from hell. This time, he just wanted this over and done. Finally, spanking complete, he shoved her off his knee like a bundle of rags. She glowered up at him from the floor. “We’ll play again later, sweetheart.”




Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Bound By Two Virginia Bluebloods Christmas Novella, Book 5 by BJ Wane

Bound By Two
Virginia Bluebloods Christmas Novella, Book 5
by BJ Wane

After overhearing her husband and doctor plotting against her, Danielle Morrison flees her home in West Virginia. A few weeks later, after finding a place to lay low for a while in Richmond, she ends up stranded in an unfamiliar parking lot one night. Two caring, protective and dominant men come to her rescue then offer her a glimpse into a lifestyle she never imagined would be for her. Soon she can’t resist either man or the sexual exploration they offered her, but will her secrets jeopardize her new relationships as well as her freedom?

Dale Evans and Eli Jackson have been best friends since serving in the military together after discovering they both had a penchant for BDSM and a love of ménage in common. Neither can resist the pull of Dani’s vulnerability, fear and open curiosity about their lifestyle, but their every effort to learn more about her over the next weeks is met with unbending resistance. After learning part of what she was keeping from them, they back away from her in anger and disappointment only to return too late. Will their mistake cost Dani everything, or will they come to her rescue in time to save her from her husband’s threats?

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, elements of BDSM, power exchange and explicit sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.


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Dani came out of the bathroom stall and cast a furtive look around, as if someone might know what she hid under her skirt.  On her way home from lunch, she stopped at a small boutique, wanting to fit in more with her attire at the club than the blouse she wore with her only skirt.  The satin red camisole hugged her braless breasts and waist, delineating every curve, every dip, every bump on her areola’s.  Dipped low in the front, her abundant cleavage threatened to push right out, the open lace weave trimming the edge giving just a peek of nipple.  
But it wasn’t the sexy top or the way it made her feel that kept her stalling in indecision before seeking out Dale and Eli in the playroom.  She still couldn’t believe she’d succumbed to the temptation to attach the temporary, red bow tattoo she also picked up at the boutique right above her now bare mound.  Where this naughty, slutty side of her had been lurking all these years, she had no idea.  Maybe it took having everything she held dear stripped from her in the most conniving, cruelest way and living on the lam to draw it out of her, or maybe it was as simple as meeting two men who knew the right buttons to push and whose piercing gazes could turn her to mush.  
Right now, she didn’t have time to study or question her uncharacteristic behavior further.  The guys weren’t happy with her, at least Eli hadn’t been when she attended his class on Wednesday and afterwards refused his offer to pick her up tonight.  She cringed when she thought of either of them seeing where she lived, how destitute and pathetic her circumstances appeared to be.  But more than that, she didn’t want to risk adding to their curiosity about her personal life, especially when she was so close to seeking advice and help.  Until she talked to Dec and found out her options, and her chances of turning the tables on Trevor and Miles, she couldn’t bring herself to throw a wrench into what might be her last night with them.
Running shaky hands down her sides, she inhaled a deep, fortifying breath and left the restroom.  With each step she took toward the door entering the playroom, her excitement increased right along with the jitters tickling her stomach.  She knew her bare flesh and sexy tattoo most likely titillated her more than it would them seeing as they were used to women parading around sans pubic hair.  Surprising them would be enough for her, but could she really let them strip her tonight in front of all those people?


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Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Logan by BJ Wane

 

Logan by BJ Wane

Murder On Magnolia Island Book One

 

She's the girl next door he's always protected. He's the man she's always wanted. Will the threat of a killer finally get them on the same page?

 

Logan Lemaster drew Melanie Barnes under his protective wing the moment he rescued her from a fall off her bike. She was six and he thirteen, and his over-protectiveness never abated over the next twenty years. When a good friend ends up murdered on the family’s private island following one of Logan’s BDSM weekend parties, Melanie insists on being there to comfort him. Only, he hadn’t counted on the grown woman’s tenacious determination to worm her way past his defenses and into his bed. He has spent the past eight years – since Melanie reached adulthood and made her interest in expanding on their friendship known – refusing to jeopardize their special bond by introducing her to his kinky preferences. But he is only human, and when her grief over an assault on a co-worker leads him to comfort her, his good intentions fall to the wayside under her responsive body.

 

As he and his cousins plan to hold another BDSM party to feel out their friends for hints about which one betrayed them in the worst way, Logan tutors Melanie in his sexual preferences so she can join him. But as they grow closer, so does the killer, and when her life is threatened, Logan knows he will stop at nothing to protect her and make her his in every way.

 

Publisher’s Note: This murder mystery romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange and BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

 

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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Theirs : Found and Claimed By Ashe Barker


Theirs : Found and Claimed
By Ashe Barker



When they board a derelict spacecraft in search of valuable scrap metal, the last thing Luca and Sylvan expect is to stumble upon a beautiful, naked woman in need of medical assistance. Despite her protests, they bring her back to their ship, treat her illness, and take it upon themselves to look after her.

After she contracted the virus that wiped out her people and killed everyone else on her ship, Llianna didn’t expect to survive, and she is shocked when she awakens from a comatose state with two men standing over her. Once she regains her health, however, she is horrified to realize that she is about to enter her fertile period, a uniquely vulnerable time for females of her species.

Knowing that she will end up begging Luca and Sylvan to take her in any way they please if she doesn’t act quickly, she flees in her partially-repaired ship, only to be caught, stripped bare, and spanked soundly. The stern punishment leaves her desire burning even more fiercely, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as her handsome rescuers claim her hard and thoroughly.

Though Luca and Sylvan make it clear that she is free to go once her ship is finally fully operational again, Llianna finds herself yearning to belong to them completely, and as she learns to submit to their firm, loving dominance, her passion for them grows more intense with each passing day. But when she discovers that she is not the last of her kind after all, will she leave the men she loves to live amongst her own people?

Publisher’s Note: Theirs: Found and Claimed includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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EXCERPT 

Extinct.
Not quite. Not yet, though as near as really makes no difference.
I gaze at the screen, my thoughts baleful as I take in that final, damning word, that crushing indictment of all that means anything to me.
Fyorli - home world, dematerialised
Fyorlian - population extinct.
They are wrong, those who take it upon themselves to decide on these matters, those who record such rubbish. Of course the Fyorlians are not extinct. I am still here, the living proof of their error, their arrogance. What do they know anyway, these nameless, faceless omniscient beings?
The characters flash before my eyes, the dark grey in sharp contrast to the pale background, the blinking lights innocuous individually yet the huge import of their collective weight crushes me. It’s not the first time I’ve viewed this screen, but I daresay this will be the last. We are not extinct, but I am all that remains of my race, the final, sole surviving Fyorlian in this galaxy, in all known galaxies. And I am dying.
My head aches, my eyes feel ready to explode. Every limb is like lead, my breath coming in short, desperate spurts as I struggle to hang on to the few agonising minutes that remain to me. I have no notion why I bother; what possible difference could it make? Yet I do it, some powerful, primeval instinct drives me toward survival, however slender the hope, however meaningless my continued existence. Even now, after all that has happened, after all that has befallen my species, I find myself unwilling to finally abandon the fight and bow to the inevitable.
Soon, perhaps, but not yet. I still have work to do, a mission to complete. The scientist within me refuses to depart this fragile existence and leave no trace, no clue that we were ever here. Others will come, eventually they will come and we shall be discovered. They will not be Fyorlian, I know that, but they will be some species with the capability to travel the galaxies and reach the furthest extremes for that is where I shall be found. I want them to know me, to understand my work, to appreciate the knowledge I and my people leave behind.
I manage to get to my feet and cling to the metallic walls of my control capsule as I inch toward the anti-gravity lift, which will convey me down to the laboratory on the deck below. My breath comes in short, painful gasps as I emerge from the conveyance and stagger to my workbench where my samples and artefacts are laid out before me. I cannot resist casting an admiring, wondering gaze over them, the items collected and catalogued over the course of a mission lasting over a dozen decades. These fragments of metal have been scorched and frozen countless times over, weathered by eons of atomic storms, meteor showers, and heliotropic decay, yet each artefact still bears the signatures that denote their origins. These are pieces of history, the remnants of past worlds such as mine, lost civilisations, peoples long gone but remembered for all eternity because of the work I do. My efforts and those of others such as I will ensure that those who walked upon alien worlds before us are remembered and understood. They are our roots, the source from which we all sprang. They cannot be lost again.
I record a brief message and encode it in a sub-photonic pulse. Then I embed translations into all known languages. I tell of my mission, of where our data and findings are to be found, the records meticulously kept and stored. I report also on the other members of my team who succumbed before I did to this virulent virus that now paralyses my lungs and cripples my limbs. By now it has become difficult to move, to even think, let alone construct a coherent account of our work and our eventual fate. But I do it because I must, because there is no one else.
I glance across the laboratory to the series of cryo-cubicles ranged at the far end. There are eight in total, seven occupied, one remaining empty. That will be mine, or would have been had I not been the last. I activated all the others, one by one, as my colleagues fell victim to this illness. We could not be certain but we assume the contagion was present in decayed carbon matter we discovered in a mass tomb on the second moon orbiting the world of Acerbus. That was over five helio-cycles ago but the incubation period was extended and by the time we detected the infection it was too late to prevent it spreading through our small colony. For several lunar cycles I believed I had escaped, that somehow I had developed an immunity, but seemingly not. It just took longer with me but the end will be the same.
I finish my message and seal it, then activate the send command. A rapid series of blinking lights indicate success and at last I allow my head to drop onto the workbench. It is done. I am finished.
Had there been someone else remaining who could have sealed me into my cryo-cubicle I would have made my way over there to join my colleagues, but there is no point. Instead, I shall die with dignity, and in comfort, on my bed. I force my protesting limbs back into action and return to the anti-gravity elevator.
This time I travel upwards, through nine decks, to the accommodation sector. There I make for the commander’s quarters, the best on this craft, which I appropriated for myself when the previous incumbent expired. She had no further use for the luxurious circular holo-mattress but I have loved the sensation of floating it creates and it is here I shall remain now, quite possibly for the rest of eternity.
I drag myself across the outer chamber and into the inner sleeping sanctuary. It requires the last of my remaining strength to reach the bed and clamber up onto it but I am determined so I manage it. I sink in, face down, suspended within the cocoon of invisible forces that support my weight as I close my eyes for the final time.
I listen to my own laboured breathing, the slow, thready thump of my heart, and the muted, inexorable hum of the ship’s photonic engines as they drift on, carrying my work onward into a future that will not include me. I have done all I can; it is in the hands of others now.




About Ashe Barker
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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7.     If you had to describe yourself using three words, it would be…
Resilient. Creative. Calm.

8.     What would you do if you were the last person on this earth?
Turn out the lights.

9.     If you were to write a book about yourself, what would you name it?
I think at some level or other they are all a little bit about me. I could never write a book about a heroine I didn’t actually like or identify with in some way. Maybe I’d call my autobiography Made a Difference, because I hope that would be true. Perhaps that should be on my gravestone rather than a book cover, come the day.

10.  What's your favorite love story? (movie or book)
I adore Love Actually and I can’t count how many times I’ve seen that movie. It has lots of love stories all rolled up and woven into each other, but I think perhaps my favourite is the one featuring Hugh Grant.
I also remember reading Katherine by Anya Seton many years ago, and I’ve never forgotten the magic that shimmers between Katherine and her hero, John of Gaunt. Their lifetime love affair is set against the dramatic backdrop of medieval England, a period I also like to write about.