Bree

Riding and hiking in the New York State national forest—what could be more recuperative? When Secretary Nolan’s wife decides to have a pleasant week of riding in the national forest she can’t anticipate the trouble waiting for all of them, and the snowstorm is just the beginning.

About Ann Raina

Ann Raina lives and works in Germany with cats and a horse (which has its own home). Riding and writing are her favorite hobbies without putting one above the other. Her latest series, starting with The Secretary’s Bodyguard, sends a loving couple into dangerous, life-threatening adventures.

In all of her books she combines romance, suspense, and humorous elements, for no thrilling story can stand without a comic relief.

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“You are not just my wife, you are my world.”

Keith and Rose have been happily married for years, but when they begin their journey to build a family they are thrown into a tailspin of disappointment and they begin to lose each other.

After months of growing apart, Keith makes the decision to reclaim his wife and whisks her off to an exclusive BDSM resort. Rawhide Ranch is a place for lifestyle couples to congregate and play out their fantasies, but there is a whole other side that the couple had not been aware of.

Rawhide houses, educates, and places Little submissives who have sought out the program. Rose finds herself intrigued with the idea of Age play and ends up dressed like a schoolgirl as she participates, for a day, in the littles program. Quickly realizing that this specific lifestyle choice is not for her, she voices her concerns.

Master Derek, the owner and operator of the ranch, uses his astute observations and years of experience to convince Rose into trying her hand as a Top. Surprising both her and Keith, she accepts his offer and the lost, wilting rose, begins to bloom once again.

 Without warning, the symbolic implement lit a fire to her sit spots, and Rose was unable to keep her composure. The sting that the smooth wooden bowl evoked was horrendous. She hated it with a passion, but she was thankful to be over her husband’s knee at that particular moment. She had been lost , feeling like she had been floating in a sea of nothingness with no one to keep her grounded. She was tired of treading water, tired of fighting, tired of being strong. Being disciplined gave her the ability to shed all of that. Keith took charge, and as the spoon lit a painful fire on her bottom, the tension burned away and exited her body in the form of gut wrenching sobs.

The crest of her bottom to the tender crease of her thighs felt as if they were on fire. As far as punishments went, this one was tame compared to what she was accustomed to, but it was exactly what she needed to set her to rights. Collapsed over her husband’s strong knee, she absorbed the pain and released her pent up angst. Even with her full submission, the attack on her posterior continued, flushing the negativity from her system with each smack of the spoon. Before realizing that the spanking had ceased, she was lifted into her husband’s tight hold and laid on the bed where he slowly released her hands from their bindings and rubbed her shoulders to ease the discomfort. Her feet were freed, and he stretched out next to her as she cried. Keith had a way of using his body as a human shield; it was her favorite feeling. With his whole being wrapped around hers, she was safe. She was loved, and no matter what was going on or where they were, his body was home to her. With this final thought, she drifted into a blissful slumber.

About Allysa Hart

I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days.

I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for  authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.

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It’s mid-February and Renee has gone to her favorite local coffee shop to get a hot drink and try not to focus on her own loneliness. She has friends, but ever since she was left blind by a car accident a few years ago, romance has pretty well vanished from her life. Until today.

Dominic enters the café and introduces himself immediately. While she’s not exactly sure what to make of the stranger with the rich baritone and the spicy cologne, she relishes the company. Then she surprises herself by agreeing to let him walk her home. He seems to be quite a gentleman, but Renee can’t help but feel there’s more to him, just beneath the surface. As the blocks pass by, she wonders, how far can she take this? What happens when they get to her door?

About the Author:

Born and raised in Eastern Oregon, M.R. Wallace grew up loving art, especially drawing. Soon, his abilities with words far outweighed pictures, and he has been writing this and that ever since. An army veteran of six years, he’s been to Iraq and Afghanistan as a UH-60 Blackhawk mechanic and spent most of his enlistment stationed in Fort Drum, NY. Now he lives in the high desert of California and much prefers it. M.R. was first published in horror by Dark Chapter Press. His first erotic work, and certainly not his last, is currently available. He also writes sci-fi, fantasy, and thrillers.