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CLAIMING MIA – Release Blitz

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Genre: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Spanking
Publisher: Blushing Books
Publication Date: November 16, 2018
Her betrayed heart said no; but her body pleaded yes.
Newly divorced Mia Reynolds doesn’t like Chief Nolan MacGregor. His arrogance gets under her skin, but it’s her body’s instant reaction every time he levels that cobalt gaze upon her or hints at giving her what he keeps insisting she wants that really gets to her. After her husband’sbetrayal, she’s sworn off getting involved with anyone, and certainly isn’t going to trust her fragile heart with the town’s reformed bad boy.
Nolan wants Mia and refuses to let her prickly stubbornness stand in his way. Once he entices her into an affair and shows her the benefits of submitting to him, her off-the-charts responses prove he was right all along – she is the one for him. When his investigation into an illegal drug ring implicates Mia’s business, he never stops believing in her innocence.
When the Feds go around him, Mia refuses to believe he hadn’t been with her just to keep an eye on her and her nursery for proof the drugs were coming in on the trucks carrying her landscaping orders.
Mia’s reluctance to trust Nolan completely lands her in trouble with a drug trafficker and it isn’t until she is kidnapped that she realizes what her insecurities and refusal to let go of the past might have cost her…
Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance contains elements of power exchange.
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Excerpt

Thirty minutes later, she stood reaching for a potted vase sitting on the top shelf in the showroom when the bell over the door pealed. Before she could climb off the short stool, hard hands clasped her waist and lifted her down as if she weighed nothing. Flustered, she looked up, gritted her teeth and shifted in uncomfortable awareness when her eyes met Chief Nolan MacGregor’s amused gaze. Okay, she admitted it wasn’t the man’s physical appearance she objected to. What woman wouldn’t look twice at a six foot two, broad shouldered, slim hipped man who wore a Stetson tipped low enough to draw the eyes to the slit of his cobalt blue gaze? No, it was the arrogant dominance he wore like a comfortable coat that put her on edge whenever he entered her place, more so now he was crowding her against the shelves and making her even more aware of that ripped body. She much preferred easy-going, polite men.
Wishing it was anyone but him, she stated with a huff, “You’re crowding me, Chief.”
Those sensuous lips curved in a slow smile as he stepped back. “I wouldn’t make you so uncomfortable if you’d let yourself cut loose with me.”
Damn. There went that warm flush spreading through her body when he thumbed back his hat far enough for those enigmatic, blue eyes to zero in on her with a long perusal. He made no effort to hide the appreciative trail he took from her braided, dark brown hair to her sneaker-clad feet. How one look from him could make her dormant body sit up and take notice when she didn’t even like the man was beyond her. She sure as heck didn’t like it. She’d never been one to be ruled by baser urges, instead preferring a positive connection with a man or woman before embarking on a friendship, something that was definitely lacking between her and the chief.
Shuffling behind the counter, Mia breathed a sigh of relief once she put the wide, butcher block space between them. She glanced up, way up at the only man who’d been able to get under her skin. There wasn’t one thing she could pinpoint that rubbed her the wrong way; instead, it seemed to be the uneasy combination of arrogance, dominance and male magnetism she objected to, and her betraying body’s response to those undesirable traits. There was no use denying the way her pulse spiked under the slow stroke of his ice-blue eyes that was as potent as a caress, a reaction she should be used to by now since it had been occurring from the moment she first set eyes on him kissing that woman all those years ago.
“Thanks, Chief, but I have enough on my plate right now to keep me from even thinking about being added to your long list of conquests,” she returned primly, ignoring his taunting smirk. “Thank you for your order. Trish has it ready for you.” She pulled the vase forward.
“I didn’t peg you as the type to listen to small town rumors, Ms. Reynolds.” He nodded at the colorful arrangement. “Nice, thank you. I’m glad I caught you in.” The way he drew out Ms. Reynolds in a slow drawl hinted he knew about the finalization of her divorce. He and every other citizen in Whitetail.
Reaching into his breast pocket, Chief McGregor pulled out two tickets and slid them across the counter toward her. Tilting his hat back even further, he offered her a better view of his rugged face bronzed by sun and wind and capped with coal black hair tinted grey around his forehead. “You haven’t paid these.”
“I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy, I forgot.” Picking up the parking tickets, she winced at the fines. Her habit of pulling over and parking wherever it was convenient to expedite her errands resulted in a parking fine more often than not. That was just one of Pete’s constant complaints that went along with her always being in a hurry. “I can come in later this afternoon and take care of them.”
Leaning on the counter, he replied in that deep voice that never failed to curl her toes. “See that you do. Or, better yet, don’t. Now that you’re officially free, it’ll give me a good excuse to offer you a choice of consequences.”
The corners of his mouth kicked up in another smile, but she couldn’t miss the hint of a threat behind his words that set her heart to hammering with uncertainty. That didn’t concern her near as much as the sudden warm gush between her legs. She didn’t even like the man, for pity’s sake, and she really didn’t care for his forward insinuations.
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About BJ Wane

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
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Santa Daddy – Release Tour

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Santa Daddy

by Allysa Hart and Rayanna Jamison

Now Available: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KW52FZQ/

or FREE on KU

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“As you know, son, there is more to being Santa than just making and delivering toys. There is also the mission to rid the world of non-believers.”

“Yes, I know. It is the job of Santa to bring the magic of Christmas to everyone, young and old, and help to rid the world of non-believers because non-believers dampen the joy of Christmas for others.” I recited part of the Santa code from memory.

“Yes, and…”

“And once I begin working my way through the list of non-believers, somewhere in my mission, I will find my Mrs. Claus. Just like you found Mom.”

“That’s right. Your mother was my thirty-fifth non-believer. I found her before my first Christmas as Santa. Just as you will.”

I narrowed my eyes and squinted at him, frowning. “This Christmas? Like the one that is in two weeks? Holy freaking fruitcake! I hope you are kidding me right now! That’s impossible. There’s no way it will be that easy. And, What if my Mrs. Claus is not a non-believer, and I don’t find her in time because all I’m focused on the mission?”

“She will be, and you will find her. You see, son, your mother… well, she was not an exception to the rule, she was the rule and failure, my dear boy, is not an option”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Your Mrs. Claus will have been a non-believer. She must be. It’s in the by-laws. And if you do not make her your wife by Christmas eve…” He paused and took a deep breath. “Well let me just reiterate, failure is not an option.”

“Fabulous,” I deadpanned, wondering how many more bombs they planned to drop on me tonight. “Okay, then. This should make for an interesting dating pool. How many existing non-believers are women between the ages of twenty and forty? Like fifty? A hundred? Two hundred? A thousand? What are we looking at here?”

My parents exchanged looks before my father turned to me and held up one finger. “One.”

“I’m sorry? Did you say one? There is only one non-believer left in the whole world?”

“Erm, females in that age bracket, yes.” My father pulled an iPhone from his pants pocket and began clicking away at the keys. “This woman.” He turned the phone to face me. The woman on the screen was a stunning brunette with skin that was slightly olive in tone and large chocolate brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with little flecks of gold in them. At least she was pretty. She was beautiful actually, and I was getting hard just looking at her. “Her name,” my father continued, “is Crystal Turner. She’s thirty-one years old, and she resides in Las Vegas of all places.”

“Oh.” I stopped short in my tirade, stunned with this new bit of information. “Well, Kringle Krisps! Okay then. At least I’m not running around blind. Any tips for how I not only turn this illusive woman not only into a believer, but also into Mrs. Claus in two weeks time? It’s not going to be as easy as it was for you with Mom, you know. I can’t just turn an unknown woman over my knee and spank her into believing.”

My father laughed, a loud guffawing knee-slapping laugh, and then all of a sudden, he stopped and turned very serious. “Well, you could certainly try.”

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My most important job as Santa is to rid the world of non-believers of all ages. But first, I have to make one of them my wife.

Crystal spent her entire life avoiding Christmas, and I have only two weeks to convince her otherwise. She is stubborn, but I am determined.

She will learn the magic of Christmas either on Santa’s lap, or over it.

The fate of Christmas depends on it.

Now Available: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KW52FZQ/

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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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Rayanna Jamison

Rayanna is a coffee drinking, wine loving, sushi obsessed, knee sock fanatic who works her passions into every story she writes. She resides in Southern Utah with her husband, 2 kids, mother, grandfather, and 2 dogs.

In her spare time, she enjoys celebrating life with good food, good drinks, and good friends.

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Black Light: Fearless by Maren Smith – Release Reboot

fearless graphic 3Lost… Hurt… Broken…

Dark… Emotional… Beautiful…

Black Light: Fearless by Maren Smith

Now Available

Buy Now – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KK5S351/ or FREE on KU

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He was the last thing she thought she needed, but she was everything he wanted.

Abused and alone, Kitty had no idea how far she’d have to flee after she finally got the courage to run. She never would have guessed she’d end up halfway around the world, or in the home — much less the arms — of dominant Australian whip-master, Noah Carver.

He knows she’s damaged, that she needs safety and time to heal, but the way her submission calls to him has Noah thinking more about what could be between them than her history.

The only question now is what she fears more: standing up to her abusive ex-dom, or staying with a man she’s afraid to love?

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Hugging her towel, Kitty crept through the second kitchen archway, edging between the massive dining table and built-in china hutch, to peek out through the half-open drapes into the yard. She saw the radio first, sitting on the white-painted front porch rail, blaring its ‘80s music out into the yard where Noah was standing—no, not standing, dancing—step dancing, in form-fitting jeans, crocodile boots and worn tan hat, and a white t-shirt that fit him in a way that was at once loose and yet a second skin. She could see the ripple of muscle playing across his shoulders and back, bunching and flexing in his biceps as his arms moved to the beat, rising and falling, snapping out the rhythm with each of the whips he held, one in each hand. That was the source of the popping. Not one crack at a time, but two and three snaps to each fluid movement as he turned and stepped, and tapped his way through to the end of that Dire Straits song.

When it was over, the music paused long enough for him to reset himself. Head slightly bowed, he rolled his muscular shoulders, shook the whips out like long snakes in the dust around his feet, and then AC/DC started up. Thunderstruck. His foot started tapping. He found the beat, and then he began all over again. Fluid, graceful, line-dancing motions that he so effortlessly filled with a whole new accompaniment of tempo-keeping cracks from his whips.

She caught her breath, suddenly aware that her stomach was tightening and quivering right along with his punctuating music.

Abruptly retreating from the window, Kitty stood for a moment at the table, hands clutching and tightening and adjusting at her towel, feeling at once hot and flustered and confused and scared, and then stupid because she didn’t know why. Two tiny steps forward could have carried her back to the window for a second peek, but she made herself turn away.

The heavenly aroma of coffee drifted from the kitchen.

She hugged herself, knowing she ought to get dressed, but also knowing there was no way she was going back into her bedroom. Not now, possibly not ever.

She wandered as far as the living room, stopping again between the dark yawning maw of the hallway leading back to spider-infested doom — and the front door, with its multi-paneled glass windows that provided another peak at Noah out in the yard.

A sparkle of gold drew her eye into the living room. There wasn’t a lot of furniture to stumble around or useless decorations, but there were a lot of display boxes hanging on the walls. In each one, attached to a green-felt backcloth, was a coiled brown-plaited whip with a golden plaque the size of a business card. Noah’s name was engraved on each one, with the division of whip cracking that he’d won—most of which read simply ‘Mens’ Champion’—and the year. There were fifteen of them total, and they spanned nine years’ worth of achievements.

Scattered among them and along the fireplace mantel were pictures. Some of Noah at various ages; some of other people. Everybody had whips, and one was a newspaper clipping taken from the local paper in which the headline included both Noah’s name and the 2000 Sydney Olympics, where apparently he and others from the Australian Whipcrackers & Plaiters Association had put on the Opening Ceremony and, as the paper put it, opened the eyes of the world to the competitive sport of Australian whip cracking.

She was looking over his framed collection of Guinness World Record titles when the front door suddenly opened and Noah walked in. How she had missed hearing the music shut off, she didn’t know. It wasn’t as if he were trying to sneak up on her. The heavy tromp of his boots when he crossed the threshold, took one look at her in nothing but a towel, and abruptly stopped, was damn near deafening.

To his credit, he didn’t ogle her. He kept his eyes locked with hers and any hint of discernible expression locked tight behind a mask she could not read. It was probably disapproval. It had to be disapproval, though there wasn’t so much as a single censuring note in the way he finally said, “Rule Number Five, love. Admittedly, I did only specify shoes, but in my defense, I assumed you would know to put your clobbers on and not to go nuddy about.”

Both whips were in his hand, coiled and tied. But every experience she had in regards to whips had taught her how easy it was to make them ready for use again. It would have been so easy, especially with that thought running wild in her head, to be afraid of him. And yet, with his face void of expression, and his tone careful not to be too scolding, he made no move to come at her.

He smelled like sunshine, too, her brain supplied.

Like that should make a difference, she wanted the rest of her to argue, but in some weird way… it did make a difference. It was all she could smell, the sunshine, the dust and leather of his boots, the faint spice of his deodorant or soap, and the warm coffee spreading through the house. It made such a difference that, standing there, staring at him with those whips in his hand, her nipples budded into tight little peaks and a single thump of warm neglect pulsed between her tensing legs. She clutched her towel, tightening her thighs in an effort to kill the sensation, but like ripples on a still pond, that thump spread up through her belly, becoming a series of smaller pulses that she could feel steadily throbbing out through her sex and into her womb.

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About Maren Smith

Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee whore, pain slut, administrator at my local BDSM dungeon, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 120 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.

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Her Celtic Masters by Ashe Barker – Release Blitz

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Two fierce Celtic Warriors with a thirst for vengeance, and the proud Viking lady with the strength to submit.

Her Celtic Masters by Ashe Barker.

Now Available

Buy Link — https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07KT5M8S6/

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“You should not come in,” she whispered when they arrived there. “Someone might see…”

Bowdyn shrugged. “Would you prefer we fuck you out here? I am quite convinced we would attract much more attention were we to try that approach.”

“Do not be ridiculous,” she hissed.

“Kristin is right. It is much too cold to contemplate such a notion.” Nyle reached around her to open the door. “Come, we shall build a fire and make ourselves comfortable within.”

Kristin stood in the middle of her home, her hands on her hips and her irritation rising almost as quickly as her apprehension. She watched as the Celts set about the homey tasks of tending to the fire, lighting lamps and helping themselves to her—well, Merewyn’s—mead. Once matters were arranged to their apparent satisfaction, Nyle sat astride the bench she had set closest to the fire pit and beckoned her to approach. Uncertain what else she might do, Kristin obeyed.

He tilted his head to one side and gazed up at her. “You appear somewhat confused, Kristin. And perhaps even a little scared.”

“I am not afraid of you,” she retorted.

“Good. That is as it should be.”

“I am just…” She paused, drew in a breath, “I am not sure what you want me to do. This is all so… so strange to me. I do not know what you expect.”

“We expect you to obey us.” This from Bowdyn, who had approached to stand behind her. “Did we not mention this yesterday?”

“Yes. No… I am not quite sure…”

“Your memory is not usually so unreliable. A spanking will help with that.”

Kristin did not agree but chose instead to take issue with his suggestion that her recollection of events was flawed. “I do remember. I remember that you described me as strong-willed and obstinate.”

“Yes, and those are fine qualities for one engaged in trade. They are less needful in a woman who seeks to please her men.”

“But how? How can I please you? I have no idea what to do.”

“You were wed, were you not? A recent widow when first we met.”

“I do not think my husband shared my bed on more than a half dozen occasions, and even then, he was never…”

Bowdyn cupped her face between both his palms and ceased her halting explanation with a kiss. Just as he had the previous evening, he silenced her with his lips and Kristin melted in his arms.

His tongue probed her mouth as before, the intimacy causing her to clench even more. Bowdyn broke the kiss and nuzzled the end of his nose against hers. “We will tell you what you should do, and you will do it. Yes?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, please.”

Bowdyn stepped a pace back and folded his arms. His handsome features took on a sternness she was beginning to recognise. “I intend to spank you. Nyle will watch, and you may rely on him to ensure you remain still and as quiet as possible while you are punished. Then, when you are ready to accept instruction with rather less in the way of argument, we shall proceed to more pleasant pursuits. You will suck my cock, and at the same time Nyle will fuck you.”

She could only gape at him. Kristin had no problem in comprehending his words, but the acts he described were quite beyond her limited experience.

“I believe you have shocked our little Viking, brother. You must learn to be more delicate.” Nyle rose from the bench to trail the backs of his fingers down Kristin’s cheek. “But even so, you should now gather your wits and obey, little one. You may start by removing your clothes.”

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Ripped from their home in a brutal Viking raid, their family murdered before their eyes, Nyle and Bowdyn, sons of Connell of Cynwrig have every reason to loathe their cruel captors. Miraculously, they both survive their ordeal at the hands of the vicious Norsemen who enslave them, to be reunited as free men.

Recently widowed and fiercely independent, Kristin Lofnsdottir is determined to forge her own path in a world ruled by men. Confused and dismayed by her attraction to the handsome but enigmatic Celtic warriors, when they make her an outrageous offer, she can’t refuse them.

Nyle and Bowdyn swear to protect their Viking lady and she adores her Celtic masters. Together they prosper and start to rebuild their shattered lives. But the wrongs of the past must be avenged. Will the burning need for vengeance destroy their fragile happiness and that of those around them?

Fast-Paced and with compelling characters, set in the turbulent and sensual world of the Vikings, if you loved Conquered by the Viking by Ashe Barker, you won’t want to miss this thrilling sequel. Her Celtic Masters, the second book in Ashe Barkers Viking Duet, continues the erotic saga, bringing this haunting and dramatic Viking romance to an unexpected climax.

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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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In Daddy’s Custody – Release Reboot

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There are some problems only a Daddy can solve.

In Daddy’s Custody from Ava Sinclair.

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There are some problems only a Daddy can solve.

When ex-Army MP David Grant comes home to Bridgeport, he finds a lot of things have changed. For one thing, there’s more crime. For another, the annoying younger sister of his best friend has grown into a real beauty, even if she does hide it under hoodies and baggy jeans. However, David soon realizes that her looks aren’t all she’s seeking to hide. The woman he used to call “the brat” is keeping a secret, and he aims to find out what it is.

Lillian Schiff wants nothing more than to leave Bridgeport and get away from the well-meaning but overbearing brother who has raised her since their parents’ death. But to make this happen, she’s gotten involved in a scheme that puts her on the wrong side of the law, and in the crosshairs of the man who has been her secret crush for years.

He once saw her as a brat, but now that Lillian is in trouble, he sees her as a little girl who needs love, and firm, painful correction to put her back on the straight and narrow.

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“Sit down.” He guides me to the seat on the side of the shower and picks up a can of shower gel and two razors. I watch, fascinated, as he gently shaves my legs with the first, then gasp as he spreads my legs and picks up the second.“I’m going to shave your pussy.” He doesn’t ask. He just announces it. I tilt my hips forward obediently. I can feel my clit swelling. It’s hard to hold still as he glides the razor over the sensitive skin he’s lathered. When he’s finished, he stands back and I watch as water sluices over the smooth contours of my labia. David reaches down and palms the shaved outer lips. God, it feels good.

“Like that?” He dips a finger between the soft pink lips, finding my clit. I ride his finger, moaning.

“Can I come, Daddy?”

“So soon? Greedy little girl. Of course. I told you I was going to spoil you, didn’t I?”

It’s the best kind of spoiling. I cry out in ecstasy, my hips arching as he slides one, then two, fingers into me.

“So tight,” he says, kissing me on the mouth. “So perfect.”

“Can I wash you now?”

“We aren’t finished.” He stands back up. “I told you I was going to wash everything, didn’t I?”

I’m wondering what’s left when he has me stand and turns me around. He orders me to put my hands on the shower seat and bend over. I flush with shame. As open as I am with my body, I still flush with embarrassment when David kneels behind me and spreads open my ass cheeks.

“David…” I begin.

“Hush.” He puts a soapy finger against my bottom hole. “How many guys have taken you there?”

“None!” I’m indignant at the question. He’s applying more pressure. I feel myself clenching to resist him.

“I’m going to take you there,” he says.

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While USA Today bestselling author Ava Sinclair has written across multiple genres including contemporary, fantasy, sci-fi, Western, and paranormal, she’s best known for writing hot Daddy Dom romances that offer engaging plots, steamy sex, and relatable characters.

Over the years, she’s grown to develop a deeper understanding of why her readers love Daddy Dom books. The idea of a dominant man who provides nurturing guidance while allowing for growth is very appealing, especially when that man also knows that his partner’s capacity for pleasure is tied to his unlocking the deep submission Littles experience in the care of their Daddy.

Each book she writes is a journey, both for the woman navigating her feelings, and the dominant alpha male desiring a chance to give a woman everything he has to offer, both in and out of the bedroom.

Her titles include Big Beautiful Little, Big Daddy, Daddy’s World, Daddy Treatment, and Camp Daddy.

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