Things have changed a lot for me in the last week or so. My publisher Noble Romance Publishing has decided to close as a company and exit the publishing business. I had seven books contracted with Noble and this now means that Rescuing Rebecca is not to be published and Kidnapped & Disciplined has been removed from sale. This has been hugely disappointing and distressing for me, all of the authors and staff at Noble.
However, I do have some good news. Today I signed a contract with Stormy Night Publications for my spanking/BDSM medieval romance, Kneeling Before Her Knight. I will let you know as soon as I receive a release date. Here is the blurb to wet your appetite. :)
Kneeling Before Her Knight Blurb
When her cousin Rosalie is dragged from her home against her will, Christabel turns in desperation to the only man who might be able to help. Unfortunately, for her, that man is Sir Tristan, a knight who swears his questing days are behind him and refuses to aid her. When she questions his manhood, however, she quickly finds that he is more than ready to bare her bottom and spank her soundly.
Before she knows it, Christabel finds herself naked, bound and serving at the pleasure of Sir Tristan. In spite of herself, though, she finds that some part of her is deeply aroused by her situation, but she cannot forget her cousin's plight. Will she convince her new master to act to save Rosalie before it is too late?
In the meantime, I am in the process of seeking a new publishing home for my bestselling Regency spanking romance, Kidnapped & Disciplined as well as my other novels and writing a new spanking romance novel called Love Me Again.
If you need a novel to tide you over, have a look at my spanking/BDSM romance, Conquering Sabrina. Check out the blurb and excerpt and the purchase links below.
See you soon.
Conquering Sabrina Blurb
Sabrina has built a new life for herself as a respected historian in the ten years since she woke up in a London hospital badly beaten and with no memory of her identity or her past. When her work takes her to the historic French chateau of a wealthy, powerful man by the name of Raoul Valoire, however, her new life begins to unravel without warning.
It starts with dreams-or are they memories-of a life with Raoul. But these dreams don't show any life that the proud, independent Sabrina would ever have imagined for herself. They reveal a young woman deeply in love, but they also reveal a husband willing to strip his feisty wife naked and spank her. Worse, they show a wife who, as much as she may fight it at first, ultimately submits to her husband's firm discipline and fierce lovemaking.
In spite of the dreams, most of Sabrina's memories still fail to return, even after Raoul informs her that she was indeed his wife until she disappeared ten years ago, and tells her that he has searched for her and longed for her return every day since. Confused and in need of space, Sabrina prepares to flee the chateau, but Raoul makes it clear in no uncertain terms that he will not lose her again, even if that means using his power and connections, and if necessary his firm hand applied to her bare bottom, to keep her by his side.
Even as she fights against his control over her, Sabrina feels something kindling inside her again, and her fury at Raoul is mixed with a burning desire to be his once more. Soon, though, memories of her kidnapping ten years ago begin to resurface, and the shadow of the past threatens to consume them both. It will take more than the dying embers of romance to keep Sabrina and Raoul from being torn apart again-it will take the rebirth of a fiery and passionate love.
Publisher's Note: Conquering Sabrina is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, exhibitionism, graphic sexual scenes including lesbian play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
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Sabrina found herself slung over a man’s shoulder. Her small curvaceous body was naked. From her position she could not see the man’s face, but the smooth caress of his large palm on her bare bottom was both reassuring and familiar. She was to be disciplined. A mixture of fear and sensual anticipation stirred her blood and moistened the tops of her thighs. Confused by this new feeling she sought to rebel, squirming and wriggling in her captor’s arms. The action was to earn her a sharp slap to her rear. The sound of the tall man’s punishing blow echoed around the walls of the large house and the sweeping staircase to which he purposefully strode. Sabrina gave a small whimper, feeling the brand of his hand blaze hot. Never had she felt so vulnerable or so tamed into silence.
The man mounted the stairs. His voice was French. He spoke to her in a calm but firm deep velvet tone evoking seductive fear. He talked to her of the beating her bottom was to receive with his belt. He was to take her in hand. By the end of the night he would ensure her submission and obedience to his will. She had put her life in danger, dared to hide her pain and fear of the man who stalked her, and done all she could from preventing him from protecting her. Wrongly, she had believed she could deal with the matter alone. He would not tolerate her deceit and reckless behaviour any longer. In matters of her safety and protection he was in control and King in his household. Her lover was not to be crossed or her bottom would pay a dear price. He would not permit her rebellion, however much it enthralled and amused him. As if to emphasise his words he gave her bottom another hard slap. This time it provoked a cry from Sabrina’s lips, yet she did not rebuke him.
She was too consumed by the increased arousal flooding her pussy. Her clit throbbed and a heavy aching need to be penetrated and firmly claimed by the man both overwhelmed her senses and outraged her thoughts. How could she feel this way with such humiliation? With the way he had publicly ripped the flimsy floral summer dress from her body in front of the house staff and ordered the young maid to remove her lacy white bra and briefs. Sabrina had struggled, making the task difficult for the young woman, but she had firmly persisted and won the battle.
The man sternly informed Sabrina she would spend the weekend naked locked in the west tower of the house and for most of it over his knee receiving some much-needed discipline. She remembered the way she had desperately tried to cover her nakedness, cupping her pert pink breasts and crossing her legs as she watched the maid neatly fold her underwear and leave the room without one perturbed look upon her face. Sabrina had received the feeling this wasn’t the first occasion she had been given such an intimate duty.
Another older maid joined them on the landing and led the way to a large wooden door in the corner. The man stopped and waited patiently as she took out a set of keys and opened the door to reveal another set of enclosed dark winding stone stairs. Sabrina struggled over his arm, but he hushed her with another fervent slap.
Undaunted, the older woman moved ahead up the stairs. Slowly they followed. They appeared to go on forever. At the top of the stairs there was another door. The woman opened it and entered. The room was dark, but it became softly illuminated when the woman turned on two of the wall lights. A large four-poster draped in white silk formed the centre piece of the room. The man turned to close the door and Sabrina was able to view the woman pulling out the pillows of the bed. She stacked four of them at the nearest end of the bed and held them there, waiting for direction from her employer.
Sabrina heard the man murmur his approval and approach the bed. She found herself being lowered down and placed over the pillows, facing the wall. Her buttocks were raised high and proud for all to view. She had been prepared for him, for his punishment. The man dismissed the maid. She heard him remove his suit jacket, loosen his belt buckle, then quickly slide his belt from the loops of his black trousers. Her heart began to pound nervously, but she did not dare move. She was too afraid to incur his wrath again by moving and a part of her was intrigued and curious. He had never been this way with her before. Perhaps this was elaborate foreplay. He wouldn’t really beat her bottom. But the sound of leather cutting the air and striking the pale delicate skin of her bare bottom sent her shrieking with surprise.
Sabrina jolted awake, shocked and alarmed by her dream. To her horror she discovered her damp arousal had been real. She shuffled uneasily on the leather seat of the car, wondering if her dream was pure imagination or an old latent memory lost when her memory disappeared ten years ago. Memories had been sparse since she’d walked into a London hospital after having been injured. She hadn’t even been able to tell them her name. She played the new memory over in her head again. She hadn’t been able to see the man’s face. No matter how hard she tried to remember his dominant figure, she could not recall his face. Unsure she even wanted to admit it was some distant memory of a former life, she glanced out of the car window and watched the moon cast her silvery shadow over the pretty French countryside.
The black Mercedes glided over a hill following a narrow ribbon of road towards the illuminated Chateau Valois, suddenly dominating her view. A majestic building set in vast grounds, its tall cream fairy-tale turrets capped with smooth grey strained to their fullest height. It only served to show that the house was not just a home, but also an impenetrable fortress like its owner. She’d expected something grand—after all her host was a wealthy businessman—but this was beautiful. It could have been stolen out of a fairy tale.
The car travelled over a drawbridge that lay over the moat surrounding the chateau. It drove through an arch nestled between two towers, and Sabrina heard the car’s wheels softly crunch over the gravel of the inner courtyard opening out in front of them.
He was there striding out of the house as the car came to a halt. His tall intimidating frame sent a curious mixture of excitement and fear tingling the length of her spine. It was a feeling that had seized her the first time they met and continued to provoke her curiosity. He opened the door before the chauffeur alighted and offered his hand, giving her no choice but to accept his assistance. She felt his hand linger, smoothing the pad of his thumb over her knuckles. It was an intimate caress, one of lovers that startled her senses and made her pull her hand away in embarrassment.
He gave her a hooded smile as though he fully expected the reaction and remarked on the coldness of the weather. Expressing his concern that she would be feeling the chill, his arm hung loosely around her waist, bringing a healthy flush to her cheeks as he guided her into the house.
The housekeeper was waiting for them. She gave Sabrina a cordial but guarded greeting, making her believe that the woman was unsure about her presence in the house. She led them both up the snaking stone staircase blanketed by a luxurious red carpet to Sabrina’s room.
“I put you in this room, Sabrina, because it has a good view of the grounds,” her enigmatic host told her as they entered one of the guest rooms. “Do you like it?” he asked, moving away towards the white marble fireplace at the side.
He appeared eager for her approval, but it was hard to look at her surroundings when Raoul Valoire was around. His very being dominated the pretty blue room with its mahogany four-poster dressed in sensual blue-and-white satin bedding. Somehow he made its luxurious splendour insignificant.
“Yes, of course I do. It’s beautiful. Being here makes me feel as if I have stepped into the past,” she gushed nervously.
Raoul was on his haunches stoking the fire to make it blaze higher. He stopped for a moment and she was sure she could see his mouth curve into a knowing, mocking smile. She prickled. Why did she get the unsettling feeling Raoul Valoire knew more about herself than she did and was enjoying it?
She began removing her gloves, loosening the buttons on her coat, her mind echoing with abuse, arrogant, pompous… She stopped as he stood and turned to advance towards her. He dwarfed her small curved form and she found herself straightening her back to rise to her full petite height.
“You haven’t taken your coat off yet,” he said with a frown. “Is there something wrong? Are you cold, Sabrina?”
It was the way he said her name, the way it rolled off his tongue with that sexy melodic French lilt, like an intimate caress that made her soften. It bore a strange familiarity.
“No, thank you. I’m fine. I was just about to.”
But he was there before she could raise her hands to begin the task, slowly slipping the cashmere coat from her shoulders and depositing it on the bed behind her. Why stop there, she mused with irritation at the liberty he was taking. Cold? How could she be? Every time he was near her, she quietly burned with the warmth of a blazing furnace ever since their first meeting. And he knew it. It was disturbing. It wasn’t like her to allow any man to have this effect on her. Yet here she was allowing Raoul Valoire to exert his power and reel her in like a fish.
Damn it, Sabrina. Get some control.
For a fleeting moment she lowered her eyes to his hands. They were large, masculine, and well-manicured. Her mind pictured them cupping and squeezing the weight of her breasts, firmly holding her hips as he rode her bottom from behind, tightly, painfully pulling through her hair to hold her in place as he kissed her deeply and then splayed across her bare bottom as she lay face down over his knee… Sabrina gave a small gasp and looked up quickly into his eyes.
The man was a virtual stranger. She knew nothing about him, but her body spoke to her in fleeting images of them both, of past encounters entwined together in unbridled passion. It was crazy. They were so vivid that they felt like memories. She looked up at him, wondering if somehow he’d seen it too.
Raoul’s eyes were dark and fathomless. They were dangerous eyes, the type that swallowed you whole and didn’t allow you up for air. They drew her in and held her prisoner.
Nervous at the curious effect he was having upon her and her mixed-up broken memories, she pulled away to admire the roaring fire, rubbing her arms. A part of her knew this man intimately and he her. She didn’t know how. Maybe it was that past life nonsense her friend Lorna kept on about. No, it was ridiculous. It was mere wishful thinking. He was handsome and dominant. Maybe her mind fantasised it could convince her he was the one who had cared and loved her before her attack and memory loss, that it was he who’d spanked her in the memory she experienced in the car. Perhaps his dominance made her feel safe on some strange buried level of her psyche. Yet she’d experienced the same surreal feeling of knowing Raoul when he had first been introduced to her at that drinks party only two weeks ago. There seemed no logical answer for it.
Publisher’s Note: Conquering Sabrina is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, exhibitionism, graphic sexual scenes including lesbian play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.