Saturday, 29 November 2014

FREE BOOK, Forever Loved Book One & Release of Forever Loved Book Two

My spanking romance with a supernatural ghostly twist has been released on and for $0.99.  Book One is currently FREE on and  If you like Doctor Who and your spanking romance with a ghostly supernatural twist, some Angels, reincarnation and time travel thrown in for good measure then this one will be for you.  Check out the blurb and excerpt from Book Two below.

Forever Loved Book Two Blurb

Kristina is an author forced in to hiding to avoid the unwanted attentions of a violent man who will stop at nothing to possess her.  Afraid and alone she wonders how long it will be before he succeeds in his quest.

However, unknown to Kristina she is guided and guarded by the ghostly presence of Cade Driscoll.  A handsome male spirit who has loved her for an eternity and with whom she has shared many past lives.  Kristina is also unaware that the novel she is currently writing is about their last life together in the US in the 1920s, which ended tragically.  As she writes the story Cade grows in to physical presence until he is fully incarnated in to the world.  Now he is better able to protect the woman he has forever loved.

Kristina finds herself firmly taken in hand by the charismatic 1920s gangster who is more than ready to spank her bare bottom over his knee when she disobeys his rules on her protection.  Cade reignites her passion and love for him with explosive results.  This is the man she has been waiting for to enter her life and make her complete.  There is no one else who could ever fill his place.

Will Cade succeed in keeping Kristina safe from Marcus Wainwright who has been attempting to take her from him for centuries?  Or will the dark forces Marcus commands help his nemesis win the battle to take Kristina in to death and down to the lower dimensions where he cannot follow?  Cade must enlist the help of the Angels and take Kristina on a time travelling expedition in to her past lives.

Forever Loved Book Two Excerpt

Cade continued to spank Kristina’s bare bottom over his knee with a firm hand ignoring her sobs and yelps begging him to stop and show mercy.  Her flesh was warming nicely, jumping and quivering underneath his masterful touch and it was now a healthy pink colour.  When he’d first struck her buttocks her skin had been icy cold and clammy after having become wet from her fall in the road when attacked by the two men.  The moment he ended her punishment and lesson on obeying his rules regarding her protection and safety, he would carry her to the bathroom, strip her clothes from her body and insert her in to a hot bubble bath.

It was overwhelming to make contact with her body again.  He listened to the perfect enticing sound of each slap echoing around the room feeling good to be in charge of Kristina once again.  Cade turned his attention to the backs of her thighs slightly cupping his hand to catch the tantalising slope where the buttock made contact with thigh.  A fresh batch of sobs bleated from Kristina’s mouth.
“Let this be a lesson to you, Kristina.  I am back in your life, my darling and here to stay.  That means I am in charge just the way both of us have always liked me to be.  So expect lots more turns over my knee if you fail to obey my rules on your protection and wellbeing.  Do I make myself clear, little girl?” amusement lined his tone at his stern words but he meant them.  Her life depended on good discipline and if he had to continually enforce it over his knee then that was what he would do.

Cade remembered the first time he’d taken his hand to Kristina’s naked bottom over his knee in the last lifetime they had been together in the 1920s.  He’d been sent by her mafia boss father, Alfonso Gambino to protect her.  He was one of the most powerful men in Chicago at the time but he had also made some powerful enemies in rising to the top of the underworld.  The Carletti family were one in particular.  They had killed one of his three sons, now they threatened his precious baby girl.  Protecting people was what Cade Driscoll did best and he had taken the role of protector and soldier in many forms since his first incarnation on earth and he was damn good at it.

Apart from that one time.

 Cade scrunched his eyes shut for a second before delivering the next slap watching the painful memory of Kristina’s death in 1926 flicker across his mind unchecked.  Would there ever be a time it would stop replaying and torturing him?  To calm himself he trawled back through the happy memories remembering the first time he laid eyes on his beautiful Kristina and the way he’d thrown her over his shoulder when she refused to accept his role as protector.  It had taken him ages to find her in a clothes shop down.  Even the fact that her father had sent him did nothing to relent her stubbornness.  She was a flapper, a girl of the roaring twenties and she did not need a man to take care of her.  Casually she dismissed him.  Gambino had warned him she would act that way so he had been prepared.  Gambino’s exact orders were, ‘take a paddle to her ass if you have to but make sure she does as I tell her and protect her with your life.’  So Cade had simply slung her struggling form over his shoulder and carried her out of the shop much to the shock of the group of women accompanying her.

She’d cursed and hit out at him in the back of the car much to the amusement of the driver and the man he had assisting him in her protection.  Then she had made the mistake of slapping his face.  With force he had pulled her along the black leather seat and pushed her face down over his knee.  Bracing his arm across her back as the car travelled he lifted the skirt of silver grey dress and pulled down her silk panties until they rested just below her thighs and on the tops of her sexy white stockings.  Kristina was outraged when he raised his hand and slapped her slender bottom hard.  The woman was far too thin and needed fattening up he’d thought idly as he delivered the second slap causing her to yelp and sob loudly with her anger amongst the chuckles from the other two men in the car.

He remembered that by the time he’d finished spanking the backs of her thighs, she was limp and quietly sobbing to herself.  To embarrass her further and bring the message home he was now in control of her life as her protector he had inspected his handiwork, smoothing his large male palms over her fragile burning bottom.  It was a healthy blush of hot pink after her chastisement.  Firmly he’d parted her buttocks and her thighs, peering between the crease at the perfect round ark puckered entrance wondering if she had ever been mounted by a man there.  Then he cast his eyes down between her thighs.  Cade had been curious to learn if the naughty flapper girl had found her public spanking arousing despite her noisy protestations.  Methodically, he caressed the back of one thigh now glowing pink.

She’d shuffled uneasily over his knee and tried to close her legs.  He grinned and held them apart leaning over to look up between the petal lips of her pussy.  They were swollen and heavily damp.  She struggled and cursed him again rousing Cade to provide her bottom with another two slaps to keep her still.  He watched her body buck down on his legs and felt himself harden.  She was wet with need.  Need for him.  His discipline had turned her on.

Wednesday, 26 November 2014

New Adult Victorian Vampire Romance, Knight of Swords Book Three Released

Arabella Kingsley Publications releases books from all different genres.  Book Three of my new adult Victorian Vampire Romance, Knight of Swords written under Sara Curran-Ross is now available on and for $0.99.  It is also on Kindle Unlimited.  If you like hot, dashing Victorian male vampires running around wielding swords to protect and love their Queen, then this one is for you!  Check out the blurb and excerpt below.

Knight of Swords Book Three

England, 1893, Book Three

 Lord Nathan Valancourt is handsome, stinking rich and only twenty-one. His life is an endless stream of parties with London’s social elite, young women and leisure.  He has never believed in the supernatural but a vampire begins to haunt his dreams, forcing him to watch the real life murders of his female conquests. Horrified, Nathan decides to change his beliefs and vow to mend his frivolous ways.  

When the vampire turns his attention to Lord Valancourt’s beautiful eighteen year old ward, Juliet, whom he has been appointed to be guardian to in his dying uncle’s place, he is fiercely determined to protect her.

As Nathan and Juliet battle the monster they gradually realize they share a strong psychic connection. This close bond triggers a surprise discovery about their true heritage.  Armed with a myriad of psychic gifts and other supernatural powers, victory seems assured but success always comes at a price. Will the young lovers be able to bond and cement their relationship or will one of them have to pay the ultimate price to protect the other?

Knight of Swords Excerpt

Camille made a sharp movement away from the door.  I quickly slipped my arm tightly around her waist, pulling her to me as I secured her captive position.  She cried when I cradled her head more firmly to the side.  I began to caress the area I was to bite with the tip of my tongue.  Gabriel was correct, it did feel natural.  She gave another cry as my saliva burned hotly against her skin, then she became perfectly still. 

I couldn’t help feeling satisfaction as I swooped down upon her neck and bit cleanly into her flesh.  My thirst for her essence became insatiable, as did my sudden unexpected lust for her body.  It appeared as though the two needs were entwined as one.  Feeding was a sensual experience.  Here and now with Camille it bore no resemblance in strength to the uncontrollable need I felt for Juliet.  But, I could not stop the urge of wanting to be inside this woman as I gorged upon her blood.

I pushed her back against the door in a frenzy, warring with myself to stop.  The beast inside did not want to.  My fingers reached to circle her breast and she was suddenly moving against me with soft, sweet moans of pleasure.  I gathered up her skirt so that I might explore underneath it. 

 It was then that I felt a hand tug sharply at my collar.  I found myself suddenly flying through the air backwards away from Camille to crash heavily against the opposite wall.  I slid to the floor with a thud.  Dazed, I looked up to find Gabriel in the room.

He was standing over Camille, his tongue flicking back and forth over her wound as he lapped at her blood.  I jumped up, feeling no pain or injury, just pure rage.  I was at his throat before he knew I was there.

 Gabriel swung his elbow forcefully back into my stomach.  I flew backwards again and landed on top of the chair facing the dresser.  It splintered, breaking underneath me.  I fell heavily.  I rose back to my feet with speed as Gabriel pushed Camille through the door to safety.  He turned to face me as I lunged at him once more.  It was then that I noticed the hole he had knocked through the wall to get to Camille.

His eyes were now a healthy black, displaying his intense anger.  His white teeth gleamed in the fading grey light as his lips curled into a snarl.  I growled at him as I grabbed his arms to swing him against the wall.  I expected more resistance from my opponent, but he appeared to be struggling against my strength as I applied it more directly than in my previous attacks.  I held him pinned to the wall.

‘Why did you do that?  Why did you steal Camille?  Are you jealous she wanted me?’ I demanded.

‘I wasn’t taking her blood.  I was closing her wound.  You took too much.  You could have killed her.  If I hadn’t been in her mind to see what you were doing . . .’

‘There is more to it.  She wanted me and you didn’t like it.  You don’t want me taking her from you.  I can feel it.’

He made an attempt to move.  I found myself gripping his throat, holding his head still against the wall.   If he were human he would have been dead under the pressure I exerted.

‘Any woman you take blood from will want you, Nathan, especially you.  It is part of the exchange.  Taking human blood is arousing for both you and the female prey.  You must learn to master your desire and keep control for both of your sakes.’

‘If that is so, why did you send Camille to me when you are lovers?  What do you mean, especially me?’

Gabriel started to fight my hold again.  He refused to answer my question, distracting me with alternative conversation.

‘You are strong Nathan, the change is almost complete.’

I began to raise him from the floor as if to test his words.  My extra show of strength made him angry.
I ignored his protest and continued.  ‘You profess that you wish to take Juliet as your mate, but you have feelings for this woman, Camille.’

‘I do not have any feelings for her.  She is my donor and nothing else.  Juliet will be my mate and I will see you die.’

I narrowed my eyes darkly at him, an amused smile twitching at my lips as I listened to his bluster.
‘I thought we were immortal, Gabriel.’

‘Oh there are ways to end your life, Nathan.  When we fight for Juliet I will take your head.’
‘But I could take yours now.’

 ‘You won’t.’  There was confidence in his speech that only further infuriated me.  ‘You need me to help you find Juliet.  If she’s walked into a slave camp, one hybrid male is not going to be able to rescue her.’

‘Perhaps you are right.  But I will keep you here until you answer all of my questions.  What is it you kept from her?  Juliet told me you believe her to be special?’

‘We are wasting time, Nathan.  Put me down.  I will tell you everything.’

‘No, you will learn your place and answer me first,’ I bellowed at him, losing my fragile patience.  ‘What do you hide from her?’

He closed his eyes with dismay and angry frustration at having to reveal his secret.  He spoke slowly, carefully, ‘Nathan, Juliet was born into our royal clan.  She is the rightful Queen of Talus.  She has the power to unite all of our dissident clans and will bring hope and peace to those who war with each other.  The Queen of Talus will provide justice and reparation for those of us who have been betrayed by our own kind to the humans.’ 

He twisted his hands around my own trying to ply them from his throat.  He spoke hoarsely beneath my grip.  ‘Our people have been waiting centuries for her.  We believed the female ruling royal clan was lost to us, it is a miracle she has been born.’

I stared at him in disbelief.

‘There were two royal clans, Nathan.  Morrigan and Breanainn.  Only female Taleians from the Morrigan clan are permitted to rule our people.  Juliet is Morrigan.  Her family heritage denotes her as the rightful Queen of Talus.  You are of Breanainn.  The word means Sword.  It is the clan from which our elite, royal warriors are taken to guard the Queen of Talus.  They wage war on her behalf.  Both myself and my men are also from the Breanainn clan.  Our Queen is always provided with a mate from the warrior clan, a Knight of Swords to protect and counsel her.  He commands her army.’
Gabriel coughed and gurgled.  I slackened my grip a little.

‘You were chosen at birth to be that Knight.  That is why your strength is above my own and any other hybrid or Taleian vampire.  But it is an honour that is always open to challenge.  Search my mind, Nathan.  You will find that I do not lie to you.  Camille wanted you because she could feel the allure of your power.  Female humans and hybrids are potently attracted to you.  That is why you were so successful with them in your human life.’

I read his thoughts, feeling him invite me freely into his mind.  He spoke the truth as he showed me the dangers Juliet faced because of her role.  But I also saw the reason he wanted Juliet so much.  There was hardness in his heart.  It was not because he simply desired her love and would rejoice in being her mate.  It was a quest for power. 

He eyed me warily as I viewed him with distaste.  I dropped him to the floor.

‘You showed me too much, Gabriel.’

Gabriel rose to his feet.  ‘Juliet must be schooled.  Her powers are too strong even for a Queen.  The Queen may rule her people, but she in turn must be ruled and counselled wisely by her mate.  You are too young, Nathan, even if you are the appointed one to stand as her protector.  Your generation are beginning to allow women too much freedom.  As a female hybrid she will wield far more power than she should.  It is a pity these powers were not bestowed upon the calm, cool head of a man.’

‘You talk of nonsense.  You want to rule her power and force her to bend to your will.  With you she will not be a Queen, but a slave.  You do not love her as I was born to love her.  You are willing to sacrifice your relationship with Camille for power.  You disgust me.  The moment I find Juliet will be your last.’

Gabriel adjusted his attire, pushing his necktie neatly back into place.  I felt my anger swell.
‘We will see Nathan.  As I have told you, Camille means nothing to me.’

I seized my chance to renew our fight, pushing him back against the wall once more. With cruel venom, I hissed my words at him.  ‘Then you will not be perturbed if I empty her of blood and take my satisfaction until she lives no more.’

I watched fierce rage spark like fire in his eyes, unguarded.  My suspicions as to his strong feelings for Camille were confirmed.  I felt him struggle to contain his unruly emotion at my jibe.  His will was strong and cold.

‘You may do as you wish.’

‘You are a cold–hearted, cruel monster.’

I threw him against the door.  It gave way against him.  He rolled out onto the open landing amongst his men who stood crowded around him.  Each held a sword ready at their side, having heard our fight.  I walked out of the door holding my frame tall and regal, stepping over Gabriel with disdain.  I was ready to take on any man that challenged me.

I stepped into the middle of the circle they created around me.  There were twelve men, fourteen including Gabriel and myself.  I was unafraid despite the precariousness of my situation.  Exhilarated would have been a better word to aptly describe my feelings at that precise moment.  I addressed them all sternly, revelling in what I had learnt of my new role from Gabriel.

‘Gabriel is no longer your leader.  As the chosen Knight Of Swords, and rightful mate to the Queen, I now command your allegiance.  If any of you dispute this and wish to challenge me, step forward now.’

Tuesday, 25 November 2014

The Manor Book Two Released

OK here is the link for Book Two of my futuristic naughty sexy BDSM series available now for $0.99, The Manor. I am posting links to both and as previously requested. Remember Book One is free until the end of the day. Check out the blurb and excerpt below.

The Manor, Hertfordshire, England, 2041.
At The Manor rich men can bid for a wife, a woman for their harem or submit a female for discipline and training. In a new world where women are scarce and breeding is essential to replenish the race, females are captured and auctioned by the handsome owner Richard Templar. But he yearns for the love of one woman in a callous cold and bruised world.
After making a decision to accept his friend Julian's offer to breed his wife so they can consummate their marriage with a child, Richard sets about diligently applying himself to the task. Keiko is in need of some strong domestic discipline before she can be impregnated and Richard is only keen to bestow it. After a spanking from her husband, Richard treats her to his own brand of punishment with a whipping to her bare bottom before breeding her in front of her husband.
The next morning he sets out on the hunt to capture a new set of females for auction and impregnation. To his delight he captures a woman who intrigues his every sense. But can he train her to submit willingly to his need to be dominate and be the perfect mate?

The Manor Book Two Excerpt

“Undress your wife,” Richard firmly instructed Julian.

The man nodded and led Keiko over to the large bed in the middle of the room.  It was covered in red satin and silks.  There was no sheet to cover the persons who occupied it and with the leather restraints and straps on all ends of the wide bed, it appeared to have been designed for specific purpose.  The round bed was also obviously catered for viewing pleasure.  There were many comfortable and luxurious chairs placed around it in a circle.  It was both a breeding and auction room.  The chairs were for the prospective buyers and conception witnesses.  Because of the strict rules on breeding and the heavy penalty, many men made sure their duty in repopulating the world was witnessed.

Richard poured himself a brandy and then one for Julian and Keiko.  But both declined.  Keiko appeared nervous and she had every right to be.  If she was to be bred by then Richard would ensure she was be fucked hard day and night until she conceived.

Richard Templar was a man who demanded total submission to his need to dominate and if Keiko was disobedient then she would feel the firm flat of his hand against her bare bottom in punishment.

He looked at her small slender form molded to perfection in her scarlett evening gown.  Her bottom was plump and pert and he longed to see it quiver and jump under the slap of his hand.  The Master of the Manor was going to make sure both he and Keiko enjoyed the experience.  He took a gulp of the brandy and watched as Julian began undressing his wife.

Lightly kissing at her lips when she gave a small nervous whimper, Julian began to slip the straps of her red gown down her shoulders.  Suddenly she pressed her hands in to his chest.

“No, Julian, I can’t.  It would be like betraying you.  I just can’t.  Stop, please.”

She reached for him and clung like a frightened child to his chest.  Richard was touched by vulnerability.  For a moment Julian put his arms around her and pulled her close, brushing his fingers along her neck to soothe her fear.

“You know I want this.  I don’t consider it a betrayal.  Think of it as your submission to my rule.  I want you carrying our child as soon as possible,” he whispered softly, trailing the tips of his fingers along her shoulder.

Richard’s friend’s voice was smooth, calm, seductive even but there was no mistaking the note of stern command.  He expected to be obeyed without question.

“This is the only way we can achieve this.  I want to give you the world.  Let your fears go.  Give me a visual treat.  I want to see you enjoying Richard’s touch and his mastery over your body.  When the time comes for him to release his seed, I want to hear you screaming with pleasure.  It won’t be just your own you are feeling but mine as well.”

Keiko’s eyes were glassy with tears.

“But it is betrayal to me . . .”

“Enough, woman.  You will obey me as your husband.”

She gave a shocked gasp when her husband startled her by gathering up the material of her full length gown behind her and ripped the material.  The noise was intoxicating.  Richard’s cock pulled tight as Keiko cried out and bucked helplessly, erotically against Julian as though he was fucking her hard and deep.  He continued to tear the silky dress up her back until it hung in tatters.

Without mercy, Julian pulled the torn material apart to the sides and bared the backs of her legs, bottom and back.  She wore no underwear or bra and she was as naked as the day she was born underneath.  In response she pushed herself against her husband’s body to hold on to the front of the gown to cover her breasts and vagina.  Desperately she sought her husband’s protection in her nakedness in front of Richard Templar.  But Julian was to leave her in no doubt of his command over her as his wife.

He rested his palm against one juicy round buttock and squeezed it sharply.  Again, Keiko cried out with surprise.

“Now, my darling.  I have spoken of my wishes and I expect them to be obeyed.  If you do not give yourself to Richard in my presence and allow him to impregnate you I cannot stop you.  However, I can spank you soundly and confine you to your room and bed naked and bound until she see the error of your ways,” he told her firmly.

Richard understood Keiko’s fears and her wish to remain true to Julian.  But he also had sympathy with the need for his friend to wield a firm hand to placate and school her to obey his demands.

‘Julian, please . . .”

“I will not hear anymore of your protests.”

Julian suddenly moved his hands to the back of her thighs and pulled forcing his wife to open her legs and bare the ripe fruit of her pussy.  Richard noticed that she did not dare to attempt to close them and disobey her husband again.  His hand returned to her buttock to hold it tight once again.

“You need to be schooled, woman.  I will not be disobeyed,” he snapped raising the hand squeezing her buttock to spank it strongly.

With a knowing smile, Richard watched Keiko’s bare bottom flesh delightfully jump and wobble with the slap.  The noise reverberated around the room as a second and third slap followed the first, this time to the whole of her bottom.  To Richard’s satisfaction it began to colour red quickly.  It would provide an enticing view when he mounted her from behind and sunk his cock deep inside her channel.

Keiko began to give a wail and sob as Julian continued to soundly spank her bare bottom, holding her body tight against his chest, ignoring the banging of her fists against his shoulders.  Richard was pleased at the expertise with which Julian brought his errant wife to task, cupping his palm to strike at the curve just where the buttock sloped in to her thigh.  The buttock lifted high and the redness deepened.

Keiko sobbed like a baby but by the time her husband directed his slaps to the backs of her thighs she was beginning to grow limp and pliant.  Richard began to wonder if she was wet.  He took another gulp of his brandy and tipped his head to one side looking for the tell tale signs of a woman’s arousal.

As the backs of her thighs darkened  to match her spanked bare bottom, Richard fancied he could see slick wetness coating the insides of her thighs.  Julian grinned at him over Keiko’s shoulder as he continued spanking his beautiful wife.  Now Richard knew why Julian had splayed her legs before beginning Keiko’s punishment.  It hadn’t just been to give him a tantalizing view of his wife’s sex but to display her dampness when it would undoubtedly erupt from being punished.

Richard smiled with approval as the wetness grew heavy and Keiko’s cries and sobs turned to small whimpers that became undistinguishable as to whether they were the cause of pleasure or pain.

Eventually Julian ended his wife’s schooling.  He trailed his fingers down her spine to soothe her and then circled the tips across one burning buttock.

“Good girl, you are a lot calmer now.  Are you now ready to obey me as you vowed to?” he asked sternly.

She nodded her head against his chest.

“Yes, Sir,” she told him meekly.

Triumphant he had masterfully tamed his wife’s anxiety and reluctance to obey his command, he kissed her cheek affectionately and then reached to pull her long black hair from it’s pinned prison in a rough manner.  Keiko moaned.

“I think my little girl, you are wet and needy now,” he said with a gentle chuckle.