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Taming Tori — Extended Excerpt

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He’s prepared to tame her using painful and humiliating discipline.

The kiss was urgent, insistent. It demanded as much as it gave, and she couldn’t help but respond. Her mouth opened of its own accord, accepting his exploration of her tongue, dancing in a rhythm they created.

His chest pressed against hers, causing her aching breasts to flatten. His body was hard, and she felt as soft as dough, molding herself to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him to her, wanting for the kiss to last forever. His lips traveled south, along her neck to her shoulder, bringing every bit of her flesh to life.

He pulled away and looked into her eyes with what appeared to be a question of whether she wanted him to continue.

She smiled at him. “I assure you, I want you to kiss me. You may continue.”

His lips twitched. “I may continue, huh?”

“Yes. Have you ever kissed a woman as comely as me?”

“No, certainly not.”

Her smile broadened, satisfied that she was the best woman he’d ever had in his arms. But when he made no move to continue the kiss, and instead only drew her head to rest on his shoulder, lust bordering on desperation coursed through her. The thought of not having his lips against hers made her nearly frantic.

It was without much thought that she turned her head and sank her teeth into his shoulder.

He didn’t flinch. But for hearing a sharp intake of air, she wouldn’t have known he felt the bite at all. His hand traveled from her back to the nape of her neck. Threading his fingers through her loose hair, he wound it into his grip and tugged her head back. Her neck was exposed, like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

His voice was a growl. “Do you want to be punished, princess? Is that why you bit me?”

“N-no.” A pause to think. “Maybe. All I know is I don’t want you to stop kissing me. I want to forget that I’m a proper lady.” She hardly recognized her own voice. It was high and pleading, as though she begged for her life.

“I told you at the restaurant that you wouldn’t like what would happen if you bit me. Didn’t I?”

“Oh, god, yes,” she whimpered. His words only served to excite her more. A realization about herself hit her like a punch to the gut. All her life, she had hoped for a moment like this. Her rude comments, her goading, her sarcasm—all she’d done in hopes that a strong man would notice and respond. Up to that point, men had been repelled by it, her beauty not strong enough to offset her goading. But Frank was prepared to actually punish her, and she realized she infinitely preferred that to being dismissed and ignored.

He released her hair and took a step back. The sudden loss of his body’s heat seemed in and of itself a punishment. “Walk to the front of the classroom,” he told her.

On wobbling legs, Victoria obeyed, sensing that he was right behind her. She scanned the room for a dunce hat and chair, thinking he might humiliate her that way as punishment, but instead he told her to go stand in the corner.

“Touch the corner with your nose and wait for instructions.”

She could hardly believe she was obeying. She had never in her life been subjected to punishment. She’d only been indulged, and to have a man disciplining her at the age of nineteen made her feel a strange mixture of remorse and arousal.

It seemed like ages that she waited there in the corner, longing to hear his voice in the silence and to feel his touch.

She couldn’t have predicted what he’d finally say. “Take off your drawers.” His casual tone indicated he expected to be obeyed, despite how outlandish the request seemed to her.

She hesitated, and he spoke again, his voice even deeper. “Do it now, princess. Delay and your punishment will be worse.”

Her hands fumbled under her skirts, finding their way to the ties. Though he ordered her in a tone that brooked no argument, she knew that if she refused to comply and instead strode out the door, he would do nothing to stop her. But she wanted to be punished, and he knew it. Otherwise, why would she have bitten him?

Her acceptance of punishment didn’t make it easier to bear. Her face flamed, and she was grateful to be facing the walls of the corner as she wrestled her drawers down her legs and out from under her feet.

“Good girl,” his voice rumbled, from directly behind her.

For a reason she could not understand, his small praise caused her eyes to sting with unshed tears. He didn’t speak again for some time. She waited there in silence, holding her drawers in her hand, studying the chinking between the logs of the wall. The stretch of time allowed her to come to terms with what was happening, and at the same time added to the anticipation. The air of the room felt electrified. Though she felt uncommonly warm, gooseflesh appeared over her arms, and her breathing grew ragged.

His voice was deep with authority when he spoke again. “Turn around, hand your drawers to me, and open your mouth.”

As though being controlled by some force not her own, she pivoted and met his eyes. Was he serious? Did he really expect her to hand him her drawers and open her mouth like a fish gasping for air on land? He raised an eyebrow, telling her without speaking that he was indeed serious, and something in his expression told her she would be unwise to question him.

She thought about refusing. He was not forcing her to do anything. But inexplicably, her desire to submit to him was even stronger than her humiliation. She handed him her drawers.

“Thank you, princess,” he said, taking them from her. She had just sewed the drawers with great care a fortnight ago, adding a silk bow as embellishment, hoping but not guessing that a man would set eyes on them so soon.

“Naughty young ladies who bite don’t get the privilege of wearing underclothes. Your bottom must be bare for me when I spank it,” he said. He lifted his hand and traced his thumb along her cheek.

“Oh,” she whimpered. Humiliation washed over her, and at the same time excitement over the prospect of getting spanked by the cowboy schoolmaster caused her stomach to flutter. The skirts of her lace petticoat brushed her bare bottom, making her feel as if she were already naked, though she was still covered from head to toe.

“I believe I told you to open your mouth,” he said.

She parted her lips, in more of a gasp than in obedience.

“Wider,” he growled.

She did as he asked, feeling ridiculous and exposed. She much preferred for her mouth to be open when his was against it, not gaping alone while being observed.

He stuffed her drawers into her mouth, and she tasted her own essence the moment the fabric met her tongue. She moaned and closed her eyes, unable to bear looking at him. She wondered if he had felt how damp with need her drawers were when he held them. Did he know that from his very first order, he had aroused her to the point of moistening her own clothing?

“Do you like having your mouth stuffed, princess?” Frank asked.

Her eyes closed, she gave a quick shake of her head. No, she did not like it, and it took all her restraint to keep from spitting the material out of her mouth.

“Good. You’re not supposed to. Can’t bite so easily now, can you? Your gag will also stifle your cries as I spank your naughty bare bottom.”

Her eyes flew open. Now that it was about to happen, she did not want the spanking. She wanted to tell him that she’d been punished enough, simply by being forced to taste her own arousal, but she couldn’t speak.

He must have seen the sudden distress in her eyes, for his own eyes softened, and he cupped her chin. “You’ve accepted your punishment well so far. Can you be brave and accept the rest?”

His kind voice put her at ease, somehow. He was punishing her, but he was not going to harm her. A calm washed over her. She wanted to please him, to show him that she could accept punishment, and she nodded at him.

“Brave girl,” he said, offering her a small smile. He took her hand in his and led her to his desk. Gently, he pressed her forward until her chest touched the flat wood.

As he lifted her first skirt, the green linen fabric of her dress, he said, “I’m going to spank you five times with the ruler.”

She spotted the implement next to her. It was the standard twelve inches long and made of thick wood. She clenched her bottom at the thought of it meeting her bare flesh.

“After each stroke, I will pause and wait for you to pat the desk with your left hand, indicating that you are ready for me to continue. Pat the desk now so that I can see you understand.”

She obeyed, patting the desk.

“If you feel you can’t take anymore, pat the desk with your right hand and I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

She nodded and made a sound of agreement through her gag as he lifted her second skirt, the first of two petticoats. When he removed the final layer, air kissed her bare bottom, and she shivered as she marveled at her position, bent over a desk by her handsome, damaged beau who was keen to teach her a lesson. No man had ever seen her in such a state of undress. How many times had she removed her clothing and peered into a mirror to admire her body, which in her opinion was lovelier than most of the ladies she’d assisted with dressing?

Until this moment, she’d always felt so unseen. When she’d imagined herself being viewed and touched by a man for the first time, it was not like this, and yet it seemed perfectly fitting. She had behaved badly for some time. She had been jealous and vain and miserly. Her behavior had gone unchecked, and a deep loneliness had set in. Bent over the desk, her loneliness was gone, replaced by apprehension and a longing to be loved and accepted.

Frank couldn’t have known this, could he? As far as he was concerned, she was being punished simply for biting him, but it felt like so much more. It felt like he had stripped away the layers of her soul as well as her clothing.

When the first stroke of the ruler met her buttocks, she was not prepared for the sting. She cried out from behind her gag and straightened fully.

“No, I won’t have that.” Frank firmly pressed her back into position. “You stand up like that again and I’ll add another stroke.” Once she was bent over again, he landed a light, reprimanding spank with his palm, a gesture that caused her embarrassment and arousal to double. Being whipped with an implement was one thing. To be spanked by the palm of his hand added an unexpected intimacy that made her want to simultaneously disappear into the ground and throw herself into his arms.

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Taming Tori is LIVE on Amazon

Hello, reader! This is my favorite kind of blog post to write–one where I get to announce that a brand new book of mine is live on Amazon. No more waiting. It’s time to pour a glass of wine (or cup of coffee, depending on the time), lean back in your favorite chair, and journey back to the old west. There you’ll follow an alpha cowboy and feisty seamstress on a wild ride of love and adventure. Steamy interludes, discipline and erotic spankings, and a heartwarming HEA guaranteed.

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He’s prepared to tame her using painful and humiliating discipline.

Fearless, tough-as-nails cowboy Frank Bassett gets thrown from a bucking bronco and injures his leg, leaving him with a severe limp. Not to be defeated, he moves to a new town with plans for a slower-paced life. There he meets a woman more defiant and standoffish than the wildest mustang, and he reckons he’s got one more filly to tame before tossing his Stetson aside.

Local beauty Victoria Davis longs for a worthy gentleman to court her. Instead, a crippled cowboy limps into her shop and scolds her for being rude. Though outraged, she’s also intrigued by the submissive feelings he inspires in her.

Victoria learns that Frank is as kind and generous as he is tough, and love blooms. But when a stroke of misfortune once again befalls the cowboy, their feelings for each other are tested. Was Frank’s quest to tame Tori a foolish venture, or will it pave a path to healing for them both?

Reviewers are raving!

Fans of historical romances will find themselves captivated by this sizzling story of starting over as two unlikely people find a connection that changes them irrevocably. -Jodi, Goodreads Reviewer

Whew! Frank and Tori are hot stuff! If you’re a fan of domestic discipline in your romances, you won’t find anyone who writes them better. -Viper, Goodreads Reviewer

Lively characters, witty dialogue, and just enough dominance and submission to make it real. -Redrabbitt, Amazon Top 500 Reviewer

Steamy, emotional and dramatic. Filled with tension, sharp banter and flying sparks. -Aunt G, Amazon Top 500 Reviewer, Vine Voice

Gripping western with a fascinating storyline containing hot sensual sex and spanking scenes. -Drifter, Amazon Reviewer

HOT chemistry between Frank and Tori that kept me turning the pages until the very end! -Pat, Goodreads Reviewer

This beautifully written book made me laugh, cry, and then smile at its satisfying ending. Let it fill your heart too. -Libby Campbell, Author

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He knelt on his knees in front of her and spread her legs apart wide. His face was level with her naked, dripping cunny, while the skirts of her petticoats circled her legs as though framing her jewels for display.

Frank took hold of her hips and dragged her forward until her smarting bottom was perched right at the edge of the chair and his mouth connected with her pussy.

She cried out, shocked by the onslaught of embarrassment and pleasure she experienced as his tongue swirled in and around her womanhood and his beard and mustache tickled her sensitized flesh. When she thought she could not handle any more intensity, his tongue suddenly flicked against her nub. “Oh, Frank! I cannot bear it!” she cried.

Her words only seemed to spur him on, for he did not stop. He languorously applied his ministrations to every inch of her pussy. When he stroked inside of her with his tongue, she found herself simultaneously wanting to shove his face tighter to her to make it continue and arch away to save herself from further torture.

Frank did not give her any choice in the matter. Just as he’d trapped her over his lap to endure punishment, his hands held tight to her hips, keeping her in place as he attended to her. “This pussy is mine,” he said, his hot breath brushing her folds. “Make no mistake, I’m yours and you’re mine, princess. Understand?”

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Do you like reading sexual humiliation in romance? 🔥

For me, there’s a fine line between hot and cringey. I write kink, mostly spankings, so there’s always an element of embarrassment present when a naughty lady drapes her naked ass over the knee of her firm-handed lover. But humiliation takes it a little deeper. It usually involves anal play and dirty talk like, “Look how wet you are after your spanking, you filthy bad girl.”

My latest book, Taming Tori, contains some sexual humiliation in addition to the usual embarrassment from spanking. Read the excerpt below and let me know what you think. Do you like the humiliation aspect, or does it make you cringe?

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When the first stroke of the ruler met her naked bottom, she was not prepared for the sting. She cried out from behind her gag and straightened fully.

“No, I won’t have that.” Frank firmly pressed her back into position over the desk. “You stand up like that again and I’ll add another stroke.” Once she was bent over again, he landed a light, reprimanding spank with his palm, a gesture that caused her embarrassment and arousal to double. Being whipped with an implement was one thing. To be spanked by the palm of his hand added an unexpected intimacy that made her want to simultaneously disappear into the ground and throw herself into his arms.

“Pat the desk when you’re ready for your next stroke, princess.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and gathered her courage. As soon as she patted the desk, the ruler struck her bottom again, this time in the tender spot where her bottom met her thighs.

She managed to stay in position, but she squealed and her hands flew back of their own accord to protect and clutch her cheeks.

His hands took hold of her wrists and pried them away from her tender cheeks. “Bad girl! My hands are the only hands allowed to touch your bottom right now. This is my ass at the moment.” To demonstrate his point, he squeezed each cheek firmly. “Do you understand me, young lady? Nod if you do.”

The impertinence of the man suddenly struck her. Frustrated by being unable to tell him so due to the gag, she stamped her foot. Immediately she regretted her decision. She could feel her naked cheeks jiggling from her action, and she could only imagine what he was seeing. To remedy the situation, she nodded vigorously and patted her left hand on the desk, determined to bear the next stroke without incident.

He didn’t immediately whip her. Victoria thought he might be rethinking the punishment, but then it came, the hardest stroke yet. She screamed behind her gag and danced on her feet, but she did not stand or reach her hands back.

It hurt. It really hurt, but that was not the only reason tears filled her eyes. She was naked from the waist down and bent over a desk, enduring punishment from a man she wanted to please, and the humiliation was overwhelming.

Frank’s voice was stern, determined. “You’ve got two more strokes with the ruler. Pat the desk when you’re ready for the next one.”

Anger surged through her. She hadn’t expected the punishment to be so painful; otherwise, she might not have agreed to it in the first place. She formed her hand into a fist and pounded on the desk.

The next stroke did not come, and tense silence hovered in the air. She dared to hope that he would end the punishment, but she should have known better.

“Hmm,” his voice rumbled. “Rebelling already? My method for taming you doesn’t seem to be working.”

He rubbed her bare bottom—gently, languorously. She relaxed. It felt so very good to be petted. But then his kneading hands spread her cheeks apart, and every muscle in her body tensed.

“Stay still, princess,” he drawled.

Her pussy pulsed. He was looking at her, examining her most private hole and the spot between her legs. He was viewing every furry, slick, tender inch of pink skin. She could not have imagined feeling more exposed and dominated until his finger brushed through her wet folds and traveled up to her puckered rosette. Before she understood what he intended to do, his lubricated finger was lodged fully into her bottom hole.

“Now,” he growled. “Try patting the desk again, princess.” To emphasis his point, he pumped his finger inside of her, stroking her forbidden channel.

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Happy New Year!

I hope that 2020 is off to a good start for you. I’ve been busily working on my next book, and it’s been challenging yet enjoyable to write. I won’t say much, since it’s still a few months away from being published, but I will say that if you’ve read my books, the heroine will be familiar to you. She appears as a secondary character in one of my recent novels and is a bonafide villainess. To say she could use some taming by a hard-handed, hard-headed alpha male would be an understatement.

At the moment, you dislike her, but by the time you read this book I’m working on, I think you’ll come to understand her. I love taking a two-dimensional character from one book and developing her into a three-dimensional character in another book, where the reader can discover what makes her tick and even identify with her flaws. And as a reader, I get a kick out of stories like this. In fact, I remember enjoying them even as a child. What comes to mind is Beverly Cleary’s Henry Huggins series. I thought Ramona was a huge pain in the ass when I read about her from Henry’s point of view, but in Beezus and Ramona I identified with her and wanted to cheer her on.

Anyway, that’s what’s currently in the works. I look forward to sharing the rest with you soon!

Paperbacks now available

I recently took some time to format my books so that they can be sold as paperbacks. If you like to thumb through actual pages as opposed to tapping on an app, go check them out. You can click on the covers below to take you right to Amazon.

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Cover reveal! Naughty new book coming soon!

Greetings, lovely readers! Guess what’s coming October 16? If you guessed a new book from me, then you’d be right. I’m so very excited to share this book with you. It’s a historical western domestic discipline romance, which is my absolute favorite thing in the world to write. Plus, I fell in love with these characters while creating them, and I hope you get a kick out of them too.

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About Bringing Trouble Home

Widowed rancher Heath Wolfe worries he’s making a big mistake by bringing Willow McAllister home to his ranch. A known troublemaker around town, she can’t seem to keep a job or avoid skirmishes with the law, so the town marshal implores Heath to help. While Heath agrees to employ Willow, he certainly won’t allow misbehavior, and he’s even prepared to take the willful young lady over his knee for a sound spanking if warranted.

Orphaned and alone for several years, nineteen-year-old Willow is used to taking care of herself. She sleeps wherever she can find a soft surface and roams freely. She doesn’t drink whiskey every night and she only steals when she has to, so it doesn’t seem fair when the marshal insists she give up her freedom to work for Heath. She suspects that the rancher is as humorless as he is handsome.

Heath and Willow are as different as two people can be, but a tentative friendship forms. Old habits die hard, though, and it doesn’t take long for Willow to engage in familiar shenanigans. When problems arise, will Heath regret bringing trouble home, or has Willow finally found a man who can steer her straight?

Publisher’s Note: Bringing Trouble Home is a standalone story in the Lost and Found in Thorndale series. It contains sexual scenes and adult punishment spanking. If that doesn’t appeal to you, please don’t buy this book.

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*Beta read by Kelly Dawson and Susannah Shannon

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Amelia Smarts is back in the saddle again with a sweet but sexy western romance! Sparks fly and bottoms burn as Ms. Smarts brings the old west to life in the way that only she can. This is, without a doubt, one of the best books I have read this year. ~USA Today Bestselling Author Kelly Dawson

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#NewRelease! Justice for Elsie (Mail-Order Grooms Book 3)

ASJFEecover2I’m excited to share that the third standalone book in my Mail-Order Grooms series, Justice for Elsie, is live on Amazon! It’s only $2.99 or free if you’re a Kindle Unlimited subscriber. This will likely be the last book published as part of this series.

To some of you, the book may look familiar because it’s an expanded version of a story that appeared in the Hero Undercover anthology, called Justice, Roughly. I decided to develop it a bit and release it as part of the Grooms series.

About Justice for Elsie

Elsie Fin is hell-bent on revenge against her father’s murderer. She develops a successful cattle-rustling operation as payback but is soon in over her head. That’s when she decides she needs a good husband, a man strong enough to take control and loyal enough to protect her from the law, so she places a mail-order groom advertisement in the paper.

While Elsie seeks her groom, she hires Wyatt Parker to help her around the ranch. Little does she know, he’s actually an undercover deputy tasked with gaining her trust and verifying the marshal’s suspicion of her theft.

Wyatt never imagined a beautiful, sweet woman like Elsie would be the mastermind behind such a serious illegal activity. Soon his loyalties are split between the law and a woman whose kindness and vulnerability bring out powerful feelings of tenderness in him.

Compelled to protect the wayward woman, Wyatt makes covert plans to rescue her, reasoning that Elsie is more in need of a spanking than life in prison. But will she end up behind bars or married to her mail-order groom before Wyatt can reveal his feelings for her and carry out his plan to save her?

Warning: Justice for Elsie is a historical western romance containing sexual scenes and domestic discipline, including punishment spanking. If these themes offend you, please don’t buy this book.

Author’s note: This is an expanded version of the story previously titled Justice, Roughly, which appeared in the Hero Undercover anthology.

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Excerpt from Justice for Elsie

Elsie’s heart pounded. What had caused Wyatt such anger? He strode the few steps to her and grasped her arm near the shoulder. “You have a death wish, woman?” When she didn’t respond, he asked, “What were you thinking, drawing your gun on a man having words with me? He could have killed you!”

“I-I wanted to protect you,” she stammered, trying to wrench her arm free, to no avail. His grip wasn’t tight enough to inflict anything more than discomfort, but it was unyielding. Wyatt was a powerful man, much more powerful than she’d realized.

“I don’t need you to protect me, Elsie,” he bellowed. “I don’t need any woman coming in the middle of my argument with another man, putting herself in danger on my behalf.” He gave her a shake. “You listening to me, woman?”

She’d never seen this severe, chastising side to Wyatt, and she felt desperate for him to understand her motivation. “But it’s not your fight, it’s mine. And you’re injured! I didn’t want him to hurt you.”

“I would prefer for me to lose a fistfight than for you to lose a gunfight… or win one, for that matter, and end up in prison!” He walked with purpose toward the front of the barn, hauling her along with him.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked, though she had a strong suspicion of his intention when he dragged her in the direction of the bench.

He sat down and dragged her between his legs before toppling her over his right knee. Wyatt wrapped his other leg over hers, pinning her in place. His left hand fell in such a hard swat on her clothed bottom that she gasped and arched upward.

“Teaching you a lesson about safety,” he growled. Grasping the waist of her trousers, he tugged them down, while she squirmed helplessly between his legs.

She felt mortified when the cool morning air wafted over her bare bottom. Before, she’d felt some measure of control. Now she felt like a bad little girl, helpless to prevent her punishment, especially when he proceeded with giving her naked backside a proper, no-nonsense tanning. Sharp swats peppered her bottom and the tops of her thighs, causing such a sting that tears flooded her eyes nearly immediately. “Stop this, Wyatt! I’m ordering you to stop.”

“Order away, missy,” he responded, smacking even harder. “You aren’t in charge at the moment.” Her whole bottom blazed, with each spank igniting a new fire on her poor unprotected cheeks.

“Ow!” she sobbed. “Wyatt, please. I was trying to help you; I don’t deserve this!”

“Ha!” he responded. “I don’t know of anyone who deserves this more. Would your pa have let you go and do something so dangerous without consequences?”

His mention of her father brought forth a new wave of grief and pain. She’d acted recklessly ever since her father’s death, a result of hatred for her neighbor and grief over how her pa had died before his time. No one had ever cared to stop her. “No, he would want me safe. Please, it hurts…”

He stopped spanking and rested his hand on her hot bottom. “I want you safe too, Elsie. I care about you. That’s the only reason I’m blistering your backside.”

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My book Fetching Charlotte Rose is available in the list of freebies. This book was voted Best Sweet Spanking Romance of 2016 and reached #1 in two erotica categories on Amazon. That’s right. It’s both sweet and erotic. Be sure to snatch it up if you haven’t read it already.

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About Fetching Charlotte Rose

As soon as she steps off the train into the hot western sun, Charlotte Rose wonders if she has made a mistake. Leaving Boston to take a job as the schoolmarm of the small town of Weston, Arizona had seemed like a good idea, but the man sent to fetch her from the station almost changes her mind. The handsome but uncivilized brute who introduces himself as Max Harrison not only calls Charlotte by her first name, he even demands that she change her outfit.

Her humiliation is complete when, after ignoring his advice to put on something more suitable for the summer weather, she faints from the heat. To her utter shame, Charlotte is forced to endure being undressed down to her underthings to cool down, and worse still, Max warns her in no uncertain terms that any further foolishness will earn her a sound spanking on her bare bottom. Yet somehow, despite his threat to chastise her in such a barbaric fashion, Charlotte cannot deny that being in Max’s presence sets her heart fluttering like nothing ever has before.

Though she may be the feistiest woman he has ever laid eyes on, Max finds himself longing to see more of Charlotte—much more, in fact—and when he discovers that she feels the same way, he sets about courting her. But Weston is a very different place from Boston, and Max makes it clear to Charlotte that he will do whatever needs doing to keep his girl safe, even if that means taking her over his knee for a good, hard spanking as often as her behavior warrants it.

Charlotte’s love for Max grows deeper with each passing day, but she cannot help wondering if he sees her as nothing more than a silly girl in need of his constant protection, and matters come to a head when a violent, hateful man with a grudge against Max seeks to disrupt their lives. Will Charlotte’s pride be her undoing, or will she finally get the chance to prove herself to Max?

Publisher’s Note: Fetching Charlotte Rose is an erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Touching base!

Hi, everyone! I recently shared some news in my newsletter about what I’m working on, so I’d like to share it here too. First, the audiobook of Claimed by the Mountain Man is in production, and the fabulous Ken Solin will be bringing it to life. I’ve included the first chapter below so you can get an idea of what’s to come.

I’m also working on something brand spankin’ new for me, a modern-day Daddy Dom story. As you may know, so far I’ve only written historical westerns, so this is quite a change. I’m so excited to release this book! An excerpt is included below to whet your appetite.

Both of these projects are anticipated for release in September 2017, so stay tuned. If you haven’t subscribed to my newsletter yet, please do (ameliasmarts.com/newsletter)! That’s the best way to keep informed about my books.

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Claimed by the Mountain Man
Narrated by: Ken Solin

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Anticipated Release: September 2017
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Times are hard in Montana in the mid-1800s, and when Nettie finds herself impoverished, desperate, and alone after the death of her husband, she flees the town of Helena to escape the clutches of the local saloon owner. But living off the land quickly proves much more difficult than she’d hoped, and after days without food she resorts to stealing from Jack Abrams, a gruff mountain man and trapper who lives a secluded, uncomplicated life in the woods.

Jack doesn’t take kindly to being stolen from and when he catches her red-handed, Nettie ends up lying naked over his knee for a long, hard spanking. To her surprise, however, after her punishment Jack offers her food and shelter in return for cooking, cleaning, and doing as she is told. But Nettie is determined to never rely on a man again, and with a belly full of food and renewed determination, she abandons him to take another shot at living in the woods on her own.

Jack knows the headstrong girl won’t survive without his help, especially when she chooses a grizzly’s winter cave as her shelter, and he can’t stand by and idly watch her demise. When his irritation with her foolish pride boils over, he decides it is time to show her how thoroughly a man can dominate a woman silly enough to venture into the woods alone. Jack’s stern chastisement and bold mastery of her body leave Nettie begging for more, but is she truly ready to give up her freedom to be claimed by the mountain man?

Publisher’s Note: Claimed by the Mountain Man is an erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt from Daddy Dom WIP

Awkwardly, she splayed the top half of her body over the desk. Her breasts crushed against the cool wood.

“Widen your stance,” he ordered, his voice now clipped and clearly conveying his disciplinary intent.

With a small whimper, she moved her feet farther apart, which exposed her dripping pussy to the warm air and his view.

“How do you think Daddy should punish his naughty little girl for not completing her homework assignment?”

It seemed absurd to ask that question when it was clear exactly what he intended to do. “Two demerits?” she suggested.

She was grateful to hear him chuckle behind her. The moment was intense, but hearing his laugh caused her to relax just a fraction.

“Nice try, naughty girl. No, I think a spanking with this ruler will convey my expectations for obedience nicely. I’ll give you six swats, two for each question you left incomplete. Does that sound fair?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Six didn’t sound so bad.

Three lines of fire branded her bottom in quick succession. It took her brain a moment to register the pain, but when it did, she shrieked and pushed back from the desk, clutching her poor burning bottom. Tears sprang to her eyes involuntarily. She couldn’t remember anything ever hurting that much. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she exclaimed, rubbing the scorched area frantically, trying to cool the burn. “That hurt!” she screeched at him.

“It was supposed to, young lady. Disobedient little girls do not get the privilege of having a bottom that’s not sore. Get back into position.”

She stared pleadingly into his eyes. “That was enough punishment. I promise to complete all homework assignments from now on.”

The expression on his face was implacable. “I’m sure you will, but Daddy is still going to finish your punishment.”

She whimpered, his words causing her pussy to leak and her bottom to clench. She absolutely didn’t want the last three swats. The whippy plastic ruler from hell had already caused an inferno on her poor bottom, but hearing his calm resolve did strange things to her nether regions.

Somehow, she convinced herself to assume the position in which her poor posterior was vulnerable to more punishment. He ran a warm hand over each cheek, and patted her bottom. “Legs apart.”

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If so, you might like my currently published book, His Little Red Lily, which is a mild age play historical western romance. Click the image to read the blurb on Amazon. Thanks for stopping by my blog!

 

 

 

Old West Romance · Saturday Spankings

A sound switching #SatSpanks #NewRelease

It’s Saturday! We all know what that means around here. It’s time for some Saturday Spankings. I’m thrilled to share something from my new release, Catching Betsy, which is Book 2 in the Mail-Order Grooms series. This book is completely standalone; however, if you’ve read the first book, Handling Susannah, you will have a chance to revisit several of the characters.

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In this excerpt, Betsy has put herself in danger by running away, and Roderick attempts to put a stop to that behavior by giving her a sound switching. She’s naked from the waist down, bent over a smooth rock with her skirts lying on her back, waiting to accept punishment.

He brought the switch across the center of both cheeks. A split-second later, she emitted a shriek and would have stood from her bent position if it weren’t for Roderick’s hand on her back pinning her in place. He watched as a single, thin welt appeared on her tender white cheeks.

He wielded the switch three more times in quick succession, leaving three neat stripes from the center of her bottom down to its undercurve.

She screamed so loudly that Roderick considered scolding her for that, but he decided not to. He had plenty of more important scolding to do. “You’ll never run away from me again, Betsy. If something I say isn’t pleasing to you, I expect you to stay and discuss it with me. Understand?”

“Yes!” she cried.

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About Catching Betsy

Eighteen-year-old Betsy Blake yearns for love and romance, but the unattached men of Virginia City are all ill-mannered ranch hands without the gentlemanly qualities she desires. When her friend Susannah finds a husband by writing a mail-order groom advertisement in the paper, Betsy decides to pen her own ad specifying her wish for a well-dressed, mannerly husband from the east, and she excitedly awaits a response from the man of her dreams.

Roderick Mason’s reputation as an architect in NYC has earned him great success, but he hasn’t been as lucky in love. The women of his circle are perfectly lovely, observing every etiquette with practice and ease, but he longs for adventure and a woman who will challenge him. When he reads an ad in the paper requesting a gentleman groom, he decides it’s time to abandon life as he knows it and head to the wild west.

Roderick and Betsy are immediately smitten, but they soon discover that not everyone in Virginia City is pleased by their match, especially one man who wants Betsy as his own. As Betsy’s stalker becomes increasingly threatening, Roderick realizes he will go to great lengths to protect his sweet little country girl, including taking her over his knee for some painful discipline when she misbehaves or puts herself in danger. Will Betsy learn to face her problems and accept Roderick’s love and discipline, or will he never succeed at what he desires most—protecting and catching Betsy?

Warning: Catching Betsy is a historical western romance containing sexual scenes and domestic discipline, including punishment spanking. If these themes offend you, please don’t buy this book.

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