Sunday, 29 June 2014

Harnessed By The Prince Cover Art








Here is the cover art for my new steampunk BDSM spanking romance, Harnessed By The Prince.  Book One in the Taming The Empress Series.  Once I get the purchase link on Amazon confirming its release, I will post it with the Blurb.

I am still working on releasing The Chateau:  Lessons Book 2 but there will be a slight delay because I dropped my laptop the other day and shattered the screen.  Disaster!!!  Once I have everything together I will get it released on Amazon asap because I know there are a lot of people waiting for it.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend!

Arabella

Friday, 20 June 2014

Mastered By The Knight For Free




For the next two days my short erotic medieval spanking romance, Mastered By The Knight is available for FREE on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.  Check it out along with my full length spanking romance menage thriller, Protecting Isabelle set in Paris and a French Chateau.  Take a look at both blurbs and Chapter One from Protecting Isabelle below.




Mastered By The Knight  Blurb


Sir Guy, The Valiant is determined to seek glory in a knightly quest and rescue the fair damsel in distress from the dragon and her own fiery temper.

He bestows a sound bare bottom spanking upon the Lady together with three lessons of punishment for offering herself as a sacrifice to the dragon. However, he is surprised when he finds himself falling for the Lady Beatrix and is determined to defend her to the death from an army of dark knights.

Publishers Note: Mastered By The Knight contains spanking, anal play, BDSM and more. If such material offends you, please do not buy this book.




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If you like your thrillers hot with a menage, spanking, a touch of age play, lactation fantasy and BDSM then this one is for you! Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.



Protecting Isabelle  Blurb


Isabelle escapes to Paris from her dangerous Mafia boyfriend hell bent on forcing her back in to his bed. His handsome rivals, Lucien Deschanel and Christian Dalban are the only men who can protect her and help her bring him and their own rejected Mafia families to justice.

But Isabelle is an abused woman who feels inferior with her body image and is reckless with her safety by being determined to finish the job on her own. To bring Isabelle back to her senses the younger men kidnap her and deliver some sound discipline to her bare bottom over their knees in turn. Then they regress her to childhood to make her feel safe and allow herself to trust them and their help.

Lucien and Christian are made to realise that Isabelle belongs to them both and the three cannot be separated even when the secrets of her past threaten them all.




Chapter One

Chapter One


Christian Dalban stroked his fingertips over the girl’s sore bare bottom as she lay asleep next to him in the bed.  It was still burning hot from the solid spanking he had given her over his knee earlier that evening.  He had a firm spanking hand but his caress was always gentle, soothing and protective after he had disciplined a woman.  Christian had applied a light moisturiser to her bottom and the backs of her chastised thighs before putting her to bed clothed in one of his silk shirts.

Isabelle moaned and whimpered with small distress in her sleep making him move closer to her in the bed.  He brushed her hair with a kiss and slipped his fingers between her thighs to the outside of her pussy.  They were met with dampness.  She was still gloriously wet from sex.  Carefully and gently he sank the soft pads of his finger tips in between her plump lips and stroked them along with the small moist bud.  He whispered reassurances.  She was safe.  He would protect her.

She moaned in her sleep parting her thighs, inviting a deeper caress.  He was not to disappoint her.  Moving his fingers to the entrance of her channel, he circled them teasingly around the small fleshy hole and then slipped one finger inside.  He kissed her shoulder moaning with the pleasurable feeling of wet velvet surrounding his finger.  With care he curled his finger upwards and found her g-spot.  He pressed himself close to her hearing her pant her breath.  Yet when she stirred briefly with wakefulness he hushed her back to sleep.  He pulsed his finger up inside her channel and against the wall of her vagina stirring her passionate arousal.  Still in sleep, she began to writhe and press down on to his fingers. She was close to coming.

Christian stepped up the speed of his finger thrust unable to stop himself from kissing her shoulder and the soft sweetness of her neck.  Within moments the girl gave a small cry and came.  Her silky muscles closed around his finger and trapped it there.  Christian slowed the pace of his thrusts to expertly lengthen the moment of pleasure.  She came hot and sweet, soothed by his gentle claiming of her body.

When she calmed he held his finger still inside her.  His deep intimate hold of her body appeared to provide her with the comfort she needed.  Her fearful whimpers and cries about the man who stalked her even in her dreams that had originally stirred her were silenced and she was now content in her slumber.

Satisfied, Christian lay curved around her body protectively sheltering her from anyone threatening to come through the door of the small hotel room ready to take her from him.  His mind drifted back to the beginning of the night when he first met her.



Christian took hold of the girl’s arm and pushed it up her back tight.  It was a painful hold and uncomfortable enough for her to feel the tingle of blood draining from her arm.  But her struggles are fierce telling him she was a fighter.  He was too strong for her, but she’s still tried to get free.  There was a sharp stab of pain when her nails scraped and dug along his wrist, drawing blood.

Instinctively he swore, violently pushing his hand hard into the small of her back, watching her fall onto the sparsely carpeted floor.  She cried out and a small part of him twisted with remorse.  But he couldn’t take any chances, working in security to the famous and the stinking rich has gained him too many enemies that want to see him dead or disgraced and run out of Paris, even if she was a pretty bundle of skirt.  He straddled her, holding both arms up her back, hurling French at her like there is no tomorrow.  The girl answered back in fluent French, straining to raise her head from the dirty yellow carpet he had her face squashed into.

“So you are English, you might want to work on your accent,” he told her in English.  “Now maybe you would like to tell me what you are doing creeping into my room from the balcony in the middle of the damn night?”

“Let me go, please.  I had no choice.  I jumped balconies.  A man forced his way into my room.”

She had a soft voice, gentle and feminine, yet he hears something hissing with controlled bitterness behind her words.  The woman sounded afraid of him, as she should have been, but he’s not so sure.  He sighed impatiently, determined to make her feel afraid so she will tell him the truth.  Christian pulled harder on her arms until he heard her squeal.  He’s met her type before, beautiful, elegant, fragile but more deadly than any man could ever be.

“Try again and tell me the truth.”

“It’s not as though I had a choice.”

This time he definitely hears the hiss behind her speech as she spits her words out.  His brow creased with surprise. 

“Tell me the truth.  If you’d stop struggling, it wouldn’t hurt so much.  Who are you?  Maybe the police know who you are.  Maybe I should call them.”

Christian felt a sudden tightness in her body.  It was as if her blood had frozen or her heart had stopped.  The woman’s body was cold to the touch, really cold.  Her fear was so potent he could feel it tingling through him.  For a moment she was silent and then she began stuttering.

“A..A..All right, let me up and I will tell you who I am and what I was doing.”

She sounded calm, calculated and bitter.  But he decided to take a chance that she wasn’t bluffing.  He didn’t  like the tight feeling in her body.  Christian pulled her up sharply in one swift motion and marched her nearer the bed.  Reaching over he turned on the lamp sitting on the side table.  It cast a low dim light over the faded yellow bedspread that looked as if it hasn’t been changed in the last thirty years.  He let go of her arms and watched her rub her wrists.  She seemed afraid to look up at him, make eye contact.  But then he saw her chance it. 

Now the light was on and he wasn’t straining to look at her in the moonlight coming in through the shrouded French windows, he was able to get a better look at her.  She was beautiful.  Her eyes were green, the colour almost an exact match for emeralds, twinkling like jewels at him.  More than tempting was her small, slim but sumptuously curved body carved in to a hourglass.  He noticed his tallness and used it to his advantage to intimidate her, leaning over her like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.  Once more remorse stabbed at him but he had to find out who she was and the woman was reluctant to give anything away.

 Christian gave her the once over, studying her with scrutiny for signs that would give her game and identity away.  She blushed and lowered her eyes to his chest.  He follows them and suddenly realises his black shirt isn’t buttoned up after he pulled it on in a hurry when she came through the French windows.  Her look his admiring as if she can’t help herself.  His mouth automatically curved in to a mocking smile.  She’s got to be some high class prostitute sent by his father to see him ruined.  Next minute the paparazzi will jump out and take a picture which they will plaster all over the French newspapers.  He will never work again.
He sees a flicker of embarrassed irritation flash across her eyes at his smile.  He grins wider.  Christian didn’t know the woman.  There is no history between them.  So why did he get the feeling that she hated him already?

“So you’ve been in trouble with the police before?”

He picked his mobile up from the bed and started punching in the numbers of the Surete.  It was time to call the pretty lady’s bluff.

“No, no please not the police.”

Now she was frightened.  Maybe he might start getting somewhere.  He allowed another smile to light his face.  This time it was sadistic.  She was trapped and cornered.  Again he saw irritation, bitterness and frustration clouding her eyes.  A potent angry cocktail.  As he watched her hands curl into fists at her sides, he decided to push it further.  He knew she wanted to hit him and make a dash for it.  She wouldn’t get far.
Putting his hands on his hips he looked down at her.  He swept his gaze questioningly over her face like a schoolmaster waiting for her to confess her wrong doing and the reason for her bad behaviour.  He might even get her name.

“No I haven’t been in trouble with them before.”  There was a straining tension in her voice as though she was trying to keep her temper again.  He watched her mentally try to rein herself in, softening her voice.  “I wasn’t trying to steal anything.  What I have told you is true.  If you don’t believe me, come back to my room, and I will show you.  He will still be there,” her eyes were swimming with tears, but she appeared to be fighting to hold them in check. 

Christian shook his head, disbelieving her claim.  He held his phone up and pressed re-dial.  Her bottom lip trembled as they both listen to it ring.  A frightened whimper escaped her lips when the tinny disembodied voice on the other end of the phone answered the call.  Time seemed to hang paralysed in the air.

“You will have to do better than that.”

“Please, look I will do anything you ask, anything if you will just let me go.”

She’s using that fragile voice again.  He sees her search his face for some kind of sympathy, some gallant gesture.  But he knows the steel armour he wears over his features is impenetrable.  Her head bows and long, honey coloured curls cascade around her shoulders.  He doesn’t have to see to know that she is trying to hide tears.  She gives a small sniff then slowly lifts her head.  Her cheeks are wet, but there is a look of determined will on her face. He can throw what he likes at her, but she will still fight him.  He can’t work her out.  Jutting her pretty chin out at him, she holds her head high, daring him to do it, she can take it.  He ends the call.  Something is wrong.  The woman is really frightened.  Nothing is adding up about her.  It was time to try another way.  Give her a way for atoning for sneaking in to his room.  Perhaps after a sound bare bottom spanking she would be more than ready to divulge information.




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Thursday, 19 June 2014

Mastered By The Knight





Book One of my new medieval spanking romance novelette series, Mastered By The Knight is now available on Amazon.com for $0.99 alongside Protecting Isabelle.





Check out both Blurbs below!



Mastered By The Knight


Sir Guy, The Valiant is determined to seek glory in a knightly quest and rescue the fair damsel in distress from the dragon and her own fiery temper.

He bestows a sound bare bottom spanking upon the Lady together with three lessons of punishment for offering herself as a sacrifice to the dragon. However, he is surprised when he finds himself falling for the Lady Beatrix and is determined to defend her to the death from an army of dark knights.

Publishers Note: Mastered By The Knight contains spanking, anal play, BDSM and more. If such material offends you, please do not buy this book.


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Protecting Isabelle


Isabelle escapes to Paris from her dangerous Mafia boyfriend hell bent on forcing her back in to his bed. His handsome rivals, Lucien Deschanel and Christian Dalban are the only men who can protect her and help her bring him and their own rejected Mafia families to justice.

But Isabelle is an abused woman who feels inferior with her body image and is reckless with her safety by being determined to finish the job on her own. To bring Isabelle back to her senses the younger men kidnap her and deliver some sound discipline to her bare bottom over their knees in turn. Then they regress her to childhood to make her feel safe and allow herself to trust them and their help.

Lucien and Christian are made to realise that Isabelle belongs to them both and the three cannot be separated even when the secrets of her past threaten them all.


Note:  This book features spanking, lactation fantasy, BDSM, Ageplay and more.  If such material offends you, please do not buy this book.

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Monday, 16 June 2014

Protecting Isabelle



My new spanking romance thriller set in Paris and a chateau in the Loire Valley called Protecting Isabelle features a menage, age play, and lactation fantasy is available on Amazon.com.  It is a little bit different to what I have been writing and I hope you like it.  Check out the blurb and chapter one.  Please note the wrong blurb has been posted on Amazon and the correct version is below.



Protecting Isabelle     Blurb



Isabelle escapes to Paris from her dangerous Mafia boyfriend hell bent on forcing her back in to his bed.  His handsome rivals, Lucien Deschanel and Christian Dalban are the only men who can protect her and help her bring him and their own rejected Mafia families to justice.

But Isabelle is an abused woman who feels inferior with her body image and is reckless with her safety by being  determined to finish the job on her own.  To bring Isabelle back to her senses the younger men kidnap her and deliver some sound discipline to her bare bottom over their knees in turn.  Then they regress her to childhood to make her feel safe and allow herself to trust them and their help. 


Lucien and Christian are made to realise that Isabelle belongs to them both and the three cannot be separated even when the secrets of her past threaten them all.



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Chapter One

Paris



Christian Dalban stroked his fingertips over the woman’s sore bare bottom, as she lay asleep naked next to him in the bed.  It was still burning hot from the solid spanking he had given her over his knee earlier that evening.  He had a firm spanking hand but his caress was always gentle, soothing and protective after he had disciplined a woman. 

Isabelle moaned and whimpered with small distress in her sleep making him move closer to her in the bed.  He brushed her hair with a kiss and slipped his fingers between her thighs to the outside of her pussy.  They were met with dampness.  He was surprised.  Carefully and gently he sank the soft pads of his fingertips in between her plump lips and stroked them along with the small moist bud.  He whispered reassurances.  She was safe.  He would protect her.

She moaned in her sleep parting her thighs, inviting a deeper caress.  He was not to disappoint her.  Moving his fingers to the entrance of her channel, he circled them teasingly around the small fleshy hole and then slipped one finger inside.  He kissed her shoulder, moaning with the pleasurable feeling of wet velvet surrounding his finger.  With care he curled his finger upwards and found her g-spot.  He pressed himself close to her, hearing her breathe.  Yet when she stirred briefly with wakefulness, he hushed her back to sleep.  He pulsed his finger up inside her channel and against the wall of her vagina, stirring her passionate arousal.  Still in sleep, she began to writhe and press down on to his fingers. She was close to coming.
Christian stepped up the speed of his finger thrust, unable to stop himself from kissing her shoulder and the soft sweetness of her neck.  Within moments the woman gave a small cry and came.  Her silky muscles closed around his finger and trapped it there.  Christian slowed the pace of his thrusts to expertly lengthen the moment of climax.  She came sweetly, soothed by his gentle claiming of her body.

When she calmed, he held his finger still inside her.  His deep intimate hold of her body appeared to provide her with the comfort she needed.  Her fearful whimpers and cries about the man who stalked her even in her dreams that had originally stirred her were silenced and she was now content in her slumber.
Satisfied, Christian lay curved around her body, protectively sheltering her from anyone threatening to come through the door of the small hotel room ready to take her from him.  His mind drifted back to the beginning of the night when he first met her…
Christian took hold of the girl’s arm and pushed it up her back tight.  It was a painful hold and uncomfortable enough for her to feel the tingle of blood draining from her arm.  But her struggles were fierce, telling him she was a fighter.  He was too strong for her, but she still tried to get free.  There was a sharp stab of pain when her nails scraped and dug along his wrist, drawing blood.
Instinctively he swore, violently pushing his hand hard into the small of her back, watching her fall onto the sparsely carpeted floor.  She cried out and a small part of him twisted with remorse.  But he couldn’t take any chances, working in security to the famous and the stinking rich had gained him too many enemies that wanted to see him dead or disgraced and run out of Paris, even if she was a pretty bundle of skirt.  He straddled her, holding both arms up her back, hurling French at her like there was no tomorrow.  The girl answered back in fluent French with a slight English accent, straining to raise her head from the dirty yellow carpet he had her face squashed into.  She was English, like him.
“So you are English.  You might want to work on your accent,” he told her in English.  “Now maybe you would like to tell me what you are doing creeping into my room from the balcony in the middle of the damn night?”
“Let me go, please.  I had no choice.  I jumped balconies.  A man forced his way into my room.”
She had a soft voice, gentle and feminine, yet he heard something hissing with controlled bitterness behind her words.  The woman sounded afraid of him, as she should be, but he wasn’t so sure.  He sighed impatiently, determined to make her feel a little afraid so she would tell him the truth.  Christian pulled harder on her arms until he heard her squeal.  He’d met her type before, beautiful, elegant, fragile, but more deadly than any man could ever be.

“Try again and tell me the truth.”

“It’s not as though I had a choice.”

This time he definitely heard a hiss behind her speech as she spat out her words.  His brow creased with surprise. 

“Tell me the truth.  If you’d stop struggling, it wouldn't hurt so much.  Who are you?  Maybe the police know who you are.  Maybe I should call them.”

Christian felt a sudden tightness in her body.  It was as if her blood had frozen or her heart had stopped.  The woman’s body was cold to the touch, really cold.  Her fear was so potent he could feel it tingling through him.  For a moment she was silent and then she began stuttering.

“A… A… All right, let me up and I will tell you who I am and what I was doing.”

She sounded calm, calculated and bitter.  But he decided to take a chance that she wasn't bluffing.  He didn't like the tight feeling in her body.  Christian pulled her up sharply in one swift motion and marched her nearer the bed.  Reaching over he turned on the lamp sitting on the side table.  It cast a low dim light over the faded yellow bedspread that looked as if it hadn't been changed in the last thirty years.  He let go of her arms and watched her rub her wrists.  She seemed afraid to look up at him, make eye contact.  But then he saw her chance it. 

With the light on, he wasn't straining to look at her in the moonlight coming in through the shrouded French windows.  He was able to get a better look at her.  She was beautiful.  Her eyes were green, the colour almost an exact match for emeralds, twinkling like jewels at him.  More than tempting was her small, slim but sumptuously curved body carved into an hourglass.  He noticed his tallness and used it to his advantage to intimidate her, leaning over her like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.  Once more remorse stabbed at him but he had to find out who she was and the woman was reluctant to give anything away.

Christian gave her the once over, studying her with scrutiny for signs that would give her game and identity away.  She blushed and lowered her eyes to his chest.  He followed them and suddenly realised his black shirt was unbuttoned, as he had pulled it on in a hurry when she came through the French windows.  Her look at his body was admiring as if she couldn't help herself.  His mouth automatically curved into a mocking smile.  She had to be some high-class prostitute sent by his father to see him ruined.  Next minute the paparazzi would probably jump out and take a picture.  Then they would be plastered all over the French newspapers.  He would never work again.

A flicker of embarrassed irritation flashed across her eyes at his smile.  His grin widened.  Christian didn’t know the woman.  There was no history between them.  So why did he get the feeling she hated him already?

“I think you have been in trouble with the police before?”  He picked his mobile up from the bed and started punching in the numbers of the Surete.  It was time to call the pretty lady’s bluff.
“No, no please, not the police.”

Now she was frightened.  Maybe he might start getting somewhere.  He allowed another smile to light his face.  This time it was sadistic.  She was trapped and cornered.  Again he saw irritation, bitterness and frustration clouding her eyes.  A potent angry cocktail.  As he watched, her hands curled into fists at her sides.  He decided to push it further.  He knew she wanted to hit him and make a dash for it.  She wouldn’t get far.

Putting his hands on his hips, he looked down at her.  He swept his blue-eyed gaze questioningly over her face like a schoolmaster waiting for her to confess her wrongdoing and the reason for her bad behaviour.

“No, I haven’t been in trouble with them before.”  There was a straining tension in her voice as though she was trying to keep her temper again.  He watched her mentally try to rein herself in, softening her voice.  “I wasn’t trying to steal anything.  What I have told you is true.  If you don’t believe me, come back to my room, and I will show you.  He will still be there.”  Her eyes were swimming with tears, but she appeared to be fighting to hold them in check. 

Christian shook his head, disbelieving her claim.  He held his phone up and pressed re-dial.  Her bottom lip trembled as they both listen to it ring.  A frightened whimper escaped her lips when the tinny disembodied voice on the other end of the phone answered the call.  Time seemed to hang paralysed in the air.

“You will have to do better than that.”

“Please, look, I will do anything you ask, anything — if you will just let me go.”

She was using that fragile voice again.  Christian could see her search his face for some kind of sympathy, some gallant gesture.  But he knew the steel Armour he wore over his fair days was impenetrable.  Her head bowed and long honey-coloured curls cascaded around her shoulders.  He didn't have to see to know she was trying to hide tears.  She gave a small sniff, then slowly lifted her head.

Her cheeks were wet, but there was also a look of determined will on her face. He could throw what he liked at her, but she would still fight him.  He couldn't work her out.  Jutting her pretty chin out at him, she held her head high, daring him to do it.  She could take it.  He ended the call abruptly.

Something was wrong.  The woman was really frightened.  Nothing was adding up about her.  If he was honest, a part of him was enjoying the intrigue.  No woman had interested him so much in a long time.
What is going on behind those pretty eyes?  Who are you?

It was time to try another way.  Give her a way for atoning for sneaking into his room.  Perhaps after a sound bare bottom spanking she would be more than ready to divulge information and her name.


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Thursday, 12 June 2014

Free Story



The Chateau: Milking Time for lovers of spanking romance and lactation fantasy is now on a free promotion on Amazon.com.  Check out the blurb below.  You can read an excerpt of the novel on a previous post.


The Chateau:  Milking Time Book One

It's milking time at The Chateau. A school for the sons of the rich to learn the art of mastering a woman to pleasurable obedience in a range of ways from spanking to milking and breeding.

After delivering a sound bare bottom spanking to his assistant over his knee for an accounting error, the new Dean is keen to show his students the delights of The Milking House. Here the students learn how to milk a beautiful human cow and taste her sweet milk. Then they may watch a selection of them be bred by the bulls.

His visit to The Milking House reminds Maxim of how lonely he has become after the death of his girlfriend. He decides it is time he found a woman to love, dominate, discipline, milk and to breed. He has the perfect woman in mind . . .

Publisher's Note: Milking Time is a work of erotica. A lactation and spanking romance fantasy for over eighteens only. It contains graphic scenes of BDSM, spanking, lactation play, milking, breast expansion, medical play, anal play and sex for the purposes of breeding. All characters are legal adults.



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