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This week, for Sat Spanks, we are bringing to you an excerpt from Up A Notch: Generals Daughter Book 2. It should be available today on Blushing Books so keep your eyes open for it. I do know that book one is available for sale and book 3 is on Bethany’s Woodshed so if you have a membership there, you can read each chapter as they are released. When you are finished reading, head over to the Saturday Spankings blog to check out the rest of the awesome excerpts. And then have a great weekend!

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Up A Notch: Generals Daughter Book 2

Samantha Quimby is at it again! True to her nature, Sam finds a way to reap havoc on the California coastline clear up to Alaska where she defies nature itself. This time, her entire family decides to bring things Up A Notch to try to get her to understand that she is not only loved and cared for, but that she is her own worse enemy.  This sequel to The Siren, Generals’ Daughter Book 1, finds Sam in more precarious situations than even she can imagine as she comes of age and discovers her own power as a beautiful and intelligent young woman. Her father, uncle and brother…. Plus some outside help… Plan on getting their points across to her in one way or another. Of course, Sammi’s stubbornness can only be broken through in one embarrassing way… With a red bottom.

Does this stop her from pulling endless pranks on her brother, or risking her own safety in the ‘name of science?’ But she certainly has fun trying.. UNTIL she is busted!

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Dr. Quimby pointed to the tank. “His breaching and spouting is a fire hazard, plus introduces risk of electrocution to my crew!  If you cannot control him, then you are to lock that tunnel! Use some freakin’ sense!”

“Will you please chill out? We hear you just fine, there is no need to yell.  For crying out loud, we see the problem,” the girl said smugly, hands on her hips.

“Chill out? No need to… you haven’t heard yelling yet, little girl!” Dr. Quimby thundered.

“I am not a little girl!  I’m 18, for Heaven’s sake!”

“Nick! Go get General Jenkins this instant,” her father’s voice took a deadly turn to a low growl as he shot daggers at her.

“No!  Daddy, please! Don’t involve Uncle Scott! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it to sound that way,” the girl pleaded, wrapping her arms fearfully around her brother’s waist from behind.

Michael pulled her away. “You have a big mouth.”  He faced his father, meeting him eye to eye. “I am respectfully asking you if you would like to go into the offices or should we continue this discussion out here in front of our crew? I don’t believe the latter is conducive to rectifying the problem, do you, General?”

“You’re right. After you, Lieutenant,” Dr. Quimby gestured with his hand, regaining his composure. He pointed to the offices while facing his daughter and sent her off with a solid smack to the backside.  The crew smiled, watching her absently rub while scurrying inside.

Hope you enjoyed the excerpt. If you want to read more, head on over here to purchase

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Saturday spankings…

 

Saturday Spankings

This week, for Sat spanks, we thought we would bring you something from Game Plan. Bree is currently writing the third book in the series, End Zone. A little behind our hopes or a one year anniversary party but oh well. You cant rush the muse. After reading the excerpt, please check out the rest of the authors from the Sat Spanks Blog. There are some great authors there with hot excerpts and every week there are more and more new authors contributing so be sure to look, you never know what you may find.

 

The Game Plan

“Let me take care of you. Lay over my lap.”

“No! I mean, I’ll be fine.” Cassie flushed.

Rob shook his head. “Promising to obey me doesn’t mean arguing every time I tell you to do something. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

Feeling the blush rise, Cassie obeyed. She squeaked as the jeans were edged over her swollen bottom, followed by the pale pink panties. She stiffened as his finger traced the outline of the paddle bruises.

“I know these smart. Let’s see if this helps. It’s just aloe,” he cooed, rubbing the ointment gently into her aching skin. She felt a new fire start to build as his touch grew more and more insistent, exploring ‘unbruised’ regions, including that of her bottom hole. He did not penetrate her, merely massaged inside the silky, pink crevice. The delightful tingling grew rapidly, spreading through her entire body.

“Spread your legs for me. You know this feels good. Don’t be embarrassed,” he urged, nudging her soft thighs apart so he had more room to explore. He dipped his finger deep into her willing, waiting womanhood, caressing her gently and probing her thoroughly. She was so tight and so incredibly wet. Her scent was heavenly, warm and enticing. He couldn’t wait to taste her. She started to squirm against his touch, the heat of her desire building up deep inside of her.

 

Pretty hot right? If you want to purchase The Game Plan or Time Out you can get them at the following places:

Blushing Books

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

 

Do I DARE? YES!!!…….and A CONTEST!!!

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Dare to Defy is DONE!! I sent it to the publisher last night. Oh man, put on your seat belts and grab hold, because this one will take you to a place you haven’t been with me yet! I can’t even begin to tell you all the yummy, naughty things hidden in this book. I have to say, though, it is probably the hottest one I have written so far!!! Even I had to take several breaks to cool off a bit. Poor SJ!!

 

Just a word of warning…. If you are the type who feels sorry for the villain and does not like the delivery of justice, don’t read this book! The villain is pure evil, and there are several violent and somewhat graphic scenes that will cause the readers to sit on the edge of their seat and wait for the final reckoning.

 

If you don’t like sex or spanking, well….. What can I say? LOL!!

 

Dare to Defy is pure fantasy, set in a time and place of old where hope was the source of magic and dragons were a source of hope…

 

 

Daynel, the princess of the northern kingdom, is informed that she is to marry Ethan, the prince of the south. When his cruel and evil nature is discovered, Daynel flees under the guidance of her brother, the crown prince and his wife, the High Priestess. They encourage her to have faith and trust that the gods will come to her aide, but Daynel believes only in herself and her sword. If it is not seen, it does not exist….

But what begins to happen in her dreams is very real… The sensations as a massive dragon warrior devours her body with lusty need… The depth of the bond they form while making love in the heavens… And the submission she offers while positioned under his mighty hand for discipline that leaves her both sobbing and aching for his touch…

She awakens each time and begins to long for him in the real world. Does he truly exist? Is he the one who is summoning her to join his battle against the Darkness?

When Ethan’s evil begins to claim the hearts of her subjects, Daynel turns to her last hope. Her dragon priest. He comes to her and claims her as his mate. His demands upon her body are great, yet she dares defy every instruction given, much to her bottom’s grief. But he is relentless as he urges her to reach for her power as the future High Priestess… Power that can only be captured through pain and absolute submission. Power that will set both her, and his, people free.

 

How she could feel every inch of the long, lean body of a darkly tanned man that pressed against the alabaster paleness of her own, the light and darkness blending into one as their limbs meshed together in sexual fervor. The man engulfed her mouth, tasting her as his rough hand slid boldly up the length of her thigh, hip and to the side of her breast. His fingers brushed over the pink nipple and the tiny nub jumped to attention as though startled awake following a long slumber. Her neck arched, inviting his lips to the delicate flesh of her throat. His long fingers grazed the tender skin, preparing it for his caress. A soft moan whispered from her throat as his mouth sucked her skin gently, slowing turning her body until his teeth sunk gently into the base of her neck. 

She arched her back like a cat, offering herself to a deeper bite and a claim of ownership.  Between her thighs, her wetness built and the scent of desire permeated the air. The man growled as he ran his long fingers along her moist slit and he plunged his tongue between her teeth, drinking her as before. He then suddenly pulled away, staring into her face from arms distance as he held her upper arms in his his grasp. Deep, violet eyes flashed with anger and Daynel released a loud plea through silent lips. Her body was effortlessly lifted and placed across solid thighs as big as tree trunks, and she felt her exposed posterior being hoisted up by the knee beneath her pelvis… Her body froze with anticipation as the mountainous man lifted his right palm high before descending into a vibrating clap as it flattened onto the snow-white peaks of her hindquarters. She lifted her head to cry out protest and a second slap was released, blanching the sweet underside of the gentle curve of her right cheek. The man’s lips moved as he again discharged a third, fourth and fifth iron-palmed swat upon the unprotected softness of her bottom. He appeared to be scolding her, but his words were unheard. 

Daynel held her breath, her chest tightening as she continued to struggle against him. His massive arms readjusted her across his lap, and pushed her head closer to the floor. His fingers probed the copious juices flowing from her body and slipped inside her. A smile broadened his face as her virgin muscles clutched hungrily to his thick digit, and he pressed deeper within her. Daynel lifted her bottom higher to allow his hand access to female treasures, and mewed as the tip of a finger began to circle lazily upon the tiny head of her swollen nub. 

 

And now for the contest! OK, so you don’t really need to do anything special to enter this contest. Just leave a comment. In comment, answer these questions:

1. What do you think of this new story?

2. What is your favorite Breanna Hayse book?

3. A shout out if you love Nikki. Woot woot!

 

If you have a blog or facebook page and share this post on there, email Nikki for an extra entry. So one comment on blog and an extra entry for reposting on FB or Twitter, etc. We will randomly draw a winner and that lucky person will receive Dare To Defy (ebook) in whatever platform you want. If you do not want Dare, we are happy to substitute with any other Breanna Hayse book.

 

Saturday Spankings…

 

Saturday Spankings

 

This week we once again visit Painful Addiction. Still with the editor. Hopefully it will be ready for publication soon. Until then, enjoy! And when your finished, take a trip over to the sat spanks blog spot to check out the other authors excerpts. There are some hot ones this week!

 

Painful Addiction

“I would never grow bored of you. You are too spicy,” Reed smiled, kissing the inside of her wrist. “Lay back down.”

“Huh?” Brittany questioned as he gently pushed her to her back, watching her squirm as her tender bottom rubbed against the sheets. “I need to get you some Egyptian cotton 1800 TC if I ever have to lay in this bed with a sore bottom again.”

“I suspect that will happen on numerous occasions, so you might think about looking on eBay or something. Now hush. I just want to take a look at you from a different angle.”

Brittany flushed again as he peeled the sheets from her body and forced her heels up to touch the backs of her thighs, spreading her knees wide before him. She hid her face with her hands.

“Never hide from me, remember? Hold the headboard and do not let go, or you will return to the position across my knee,” Reed said firmly, positioning himself between her thighs and gently sliding his hands under the hot, swollen globes. His thumbs gently parted her pink lips, unfolding the flower that was quickly glazing over with sweet dew. He used his thumbs to stroke her folds, still not touching the protruding button that grew slowly before his eyes. He inhaled and then blew warm air against it, pleased to see her jump in response. Slowly, he brought his mouth closer to her, his tongue barely touching her …

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