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Starlight Cowboy…because not all fairy tales happen on earth

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 Starlight Cowboy
By Stephanie Beck
From the storybook of the stars.
A groundbreaking mission to the moons of Jupiter should have been Annalina’s big ticket for advancement, but instead of captaining her own ship, she’s second fiddle to Shields Albright.

Playboy, adventurer, immature.
Shields has been called it all, but really, he just wants to fly and hasn’t spent a lot of time on his social skills. Mutual attraction grows as the walls of the space ship close in, and they come to an arrangement that satisfies them both, while allowing them professional distance. The distance doesn’t last, not as they grow to understand themselves…and each other as someone who just fits.

Not all is as it should be among the stars.
Their ship is attacked, and the moons of Jupiter are not exactly untouched when they finally arrive. The little world they’ve built high above terra firma is about to smack down in the middle of a dangerous, maybe even deadly, reality. If Shields didn’t attract trouble like fireflies on a bug zapper, the two might have an actual shot at true love.

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Sneak Peek:
Shields strode from the room, his gear already packed and waiting in the briefing room. He hadn’t settled into the base. Knowing he’d be flying soon, there hadn’t been much to unpack. In the small briefing area, the rest of the crews waited in full uniform. Annalina sat in the corner, isolated and flipping through a magazine. Anderson, the tiny boned, frail looking dick sat between the two other woman who would go on the missions—one older and one painfully young. One other man, much older and with chemist experience rounded the group.
Shields took the open seat next to Annalina. “Hey, Captain. How are you? Massage go all right? I was thinking of scheduling one.”
She didn’t glance away from her magazine. “You should. They’re wonderful, and Missy is a pro—who books out six month in advance.”
He leaned closer, loving her tough-nut exterior. “Well, damn. Maybe you could give me the lay version. You look like a woman who knows what to do with hot oil, candles, and sheets.”
“If you mean I look like I know how to cover a man in oil, set him on fire, and use a sheet to dispose of the body—you’re right.” She set down her magazine, but he didn’t miss the smirk on her face. “How’d it go in there?”
“How it always goes. I told them who I wanted to work with; they told me they’d put me with whoever the hell they want, and then I left. I’m heading to ship.”
“You got assigned a ship?” She sat straighter. “So you’re going to captain a ship.”
“Makes sense, doesn’t it? I’ve done these long stretches before, and everyone else in here,” he motioned to the rest of the room, not caring who listened, “has limited experience. I’ve been there before, too. So that helped. I’m guessing Aaron and maybe you will get a plane.”
“Really?” Her eyes lit up then cooled to disinterest. She was a smart one. If she didn’t get her own plane this time, she would after this adventure.
“Yep. Amy is too young, and Anderson is too much of a dick.”
“Hey,” Anderson protested. “That’s uncalled for.”
Shields winked at Annalina and stood up. “Whatever. I’m outa here. I’ll be on Ship Three. Good luck.”

Find out more about Starlight Cowboy and Stephanie Beck.
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Saturday Spankings and an invitation…

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Welcome to another edition of Saturday Spankings. Today I’m sharing a few lines from Educating Marguerite, part of the School’s in Session set along with Renee Rose, Maggie Carpenter, Dinah McLeod and Celeste Jones. school's in session And we are having a party! Today! from 4-7 Pacific time!

Grabbing for the paddle, he took up where his hand left off, the wood thudding on her rounded flesh, no longer just pink but dark rose in the centers where he focused his efforts, still pale at the edges and he turned his attention to extending the rosiness and worked his way down the backs of her thighs and up again to her buttocks. He might not be able to force her to respect him, he hoped she wouldn’t fear him…but darned if she wouldn’t know that her actions had reactions. Punishment at his hand.
Throw something, get a licking
Shriek at him, behave in childish ways and she’d find herself in the corner, after the licking. He might send her out to get a switch, a pleasurable idea. He redoubled his efforts, desperate to get past the battle and on to a real marriage. He needed it, wanted it, and since they’d wed, she was the only one who could give it to him.
Harder, harder, and the wood split in half, the end flying off to crash to the floor. Vaguely he heard her muffled wails and pleas, but he was beyond stopping. He spanked for their future
.Educating Marguerite

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Her Sexy Skunk…the cover…revealed!

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Her Sexy Skunk
5 Flames
Coming September 25, 2014
Find it on Goodreads here:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23247322-her-sexy-skunk

Blurb:
Christine Jarrods wants to be a writer of paranormal young adult fiction so she’s pursuing a degree in English. By day, she tackles Chaucer. By night, she stalks the streets looking for something magical to inspire her muse. Finding a thread that suggests one of her profs might be some flavor of shifter, she decides to dig…even though she’s been warned to let it go.

Oliver Standish has a secret. Like a lot of guys his age, he’s scraping by, delivering pizzas, trying to pay off loans from a failed attempt at school, and crushing on Chrissy—the one that got away in high school. Only his family knows he’s also trying to deal with being a shifter…he sure can’t tell Chrissy. With her fascination with magic, he knows she’d want to know more about it—but how do you tell a girl who wants to find a monster that you change into a skunk?
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About the Author
Virginia Nelson believed them when they said, “Write what you know.” Small town girl writing small town romance, her characters are as full of flaws, misunderstandings, and flat out mistakes as Virginia herself. When she’s is not writing or plotting to take over the world, she likes to hang out with the greatest kids in history, play in the mud, drive far too fast, and scream at inanimate objects. Virginia likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that order.
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Sierra Seduction…the game!…and a Free read!

I admit it…I think camping love is the sexiest there is. Give me a starry sky or a heavy golden moon hanging overhead…a campfire shooting sparks into the cool air and a couple of sleeping bags zipped together and I’m yours…well, my sweetie’s, anyway…to do with as he will. And I try to write most of my stories in places that I can imagine having a romantic time in, like the mountains or a secluded island. Sierra Seduction is free this weekend, here
And it actually is hereSierra Mountains Bishop Area
This picture was taken for me where the story takes place so that I could use it for the cover!

I am interested in the locations you, the reader and my fellow authors find most romantic. I will take all the names from comments this weekend, shake them up in a big straw hat and draw one and I will write a short that takes place in that commenter’s dream location…and send her (or him, I am not prejudiced) a $25.00 Amazon gift card!

Ready, set, show me the romance!
And don’t forget to pick up your copy of Sierra Seduction, free…but only through Sunday!

Laying Down the Law by Celeste Jones

Last spring I was invited to participate in the School’s in Session Box Set with several authors I admire greatly…so I was thrilled! But I am only now finding time to read and enjoy my co-author’s contributions. Laying Down the Law captured my imagination immediately. The chemistry between the hero and heroine is immediate, a spark to a flame, and it has a fun and engrossing plot that had me carrying my kindle around the house, not wanting to put it down. I think oyou’ll agree that Ali and Griff are a formidable pairing.Laying Down the Law

Blurb: Newly divorced and returning to law school after a twenty year absence, Ali Stewart has just one class to complete before sitting for the bar exam, becoming a lawyer and moving on with her life. She feels out of place with her much younger classmates, but she’s determined to succeed and put her ex-husband far in the past.

When she is paired with Griff for the semester, she learns that he even though he is much younger, there is much he can teach her, in and out of the classroom.

Laying Down The Law is an erotic romance which includes spanking, anal sex and graphic sex.

Excerpt #1

Griff knelt between her legs rubbing his thumbs up and down the insides of her thighs. Quivers racked her body and her legs bounced gently against the mattress. Unrelenting, he stroked higher and touched the edge of her panties, then moved back to her thigh. The next time he teased about an inch inside her lingerie and then back. The third time he came close she clamped her legs around his hand. “Please don’t stop,” she begged, reaching for the waistband of her panties and tugging them downward.

“Oh no, Missy. That’s my job.” He gave a tug to her panties and they tore away easily. “I’m in charge here. Your job is to enjoy.”

“And if I don’t?” She wiggled her hips against him and wondered at her own sauciness.

He tweaked her clit. “I will have to find you in contempt.”

The nerve endings in her pussy were on heightened alert, but the added pressure on her clit sent everything into sensation overdrive.

“Oh…oh,” she said, then covered her mouth.

Griff pulled her hand away, kissed her lips then probed her mouth with his tongue. He pulled back and looked directly into her eyes. “There will be no stifling yourself. Do I make myself clear?”

His finger found the nub of her clit again and pinched it until she rolled her head from side to side panting, “Yes, oh god yes”.

“That’s my girl.” His warm breath in her ear sent more shivers through her body. Was there any nerve ending left that wasn’t on the verge of combustion?

His lips moved down the length of her body pleasuring first one taut nipple and then the other before moving slowly to lay a trail of kisses from her navel to the edge of the curls of her mound. All the while his fingers continued to explore the depths of her pussy. With an expertise born of vast experience, he slipped his hand behind her and unhooked her bra while still using the other hand to churn the juices of her sex.

Where her bra went she neither knew nor cared. His mouth covered one aching tit and she arched her body closer to his pleasuring mouth.
Laying down the law is available at Amazon.com or you can treat yourself to the entire box set, School’s in Session and save 50%!

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End of Summer Spanks Winner~

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And my winner for #summerspanks is….Tara Finnegan by popular acclaim! Email me at katerichards09@gmail.com Tara!

End of Summer Spanks!

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Welcome to the End of Summer Spanks Blog Hop! You can visit the main site here after you’re done visiting here but before you wander off…at the end of the blog will be a What Happens Next? and one random commenter who completes the challenge will receive a ten dollar Amazon gift card.

It’s a wonderful time, the start of the school year and I know for some of us that means more time while the kids are back to school and the urge is to slam the door, run the bubble bath and put the kindle and all its book boyfriend content in the Ziplock…safety first all!  What a great plan!

Having spent the summer in Corbin’s Bend with For Ben I am so excited to add Educating Marguerite to the play list. My first true historical, I learned a lot about the Silver Boom in Virginia City, Nevada in the process…and since my husband LOVES Virginia City and we go there often…it was doubly interesting. Here’s an excerpt….

Educating Marguerite

Joining Alice on her knees, she peered over the top of the seat to see the couple, apparently unaware, or maybe just uncaring, that they were no longer alone.
The woman, a blowsy redhead, shrieked a curse at her husband and drew back her hand to swing at him. He ducked aside and removed his black felt hat from his slicked-down salt-and-pepper hair, hanging it on a hook beside the window. As she flailed and called him names, he calmly unbuttoned his jacket and hung it as well then opened his sleeves and rolled them to his elbows.
“Alice,” she hissed, “what is he doing?”
The Irish girl giggled. “Just watch.”
The next time the woman swung, the man caught her wrist and twisted it around her back. She shrieked another volley of curses, but this time it might be pain and not rage. Her florid cheeks and wild eyes met the girls’ but she didn’t react or tell the man.
“We should go.” Marguerite felt as if they were interrupting something personal, but Alice put an arm about her waist and rested her heat on her shoulder as they knelt side by side.
“I don’t think they mind.”
But did she mind? Marguerite couldn’t decide but the man had not seemed to notice them and she feared that if they made a move, he would. As the redhead panted, he dropped into the seat sideways, legs out in the aisle and, with a jerk, pulled her over his lap, her belly on his trousers, her face toward the back of the car.
He murmured something and she answered in a strangled tone, but with their voices so low, she could not make out what was said. Then he murmured something else and the woman—his wife?—began to struggle, kicking her legs and flailing over his lap.
“Maybe we can go now….” She started to turn, but Alice tightened her hold.
“No, we can’t. Just hush.” At a glance, she saw her friend’s color heightened as well. What was the man going to do that had her in such a state?
Then it became clear. To her complete horror and embarrassment, he lifted his wife’s skirt and underskirt, then unfastened her bustle and dropped it to the floor. As she kicked and cried out, he continued to pull and push and unfasten until only her pantalets remained to cover her female parts and her bottom.
“What are they doing?”
“Shhhh.”
He rested his palm on her back and spoke in a low, calm voice for some minutes and after a bit, the redhead’s flailing slowed then stopped and, relieved, although still confused, she turned to speak to Alice when the first thud emerged above the rumbling of the train car. She jerked her head around to find him lifting his hand for another smack and another, peppering his wife’s cotton clad behind with firm smacks as she shuddered and sobbed. Marguerite began to count, under her breath, one, two, and including the first one she hadn’t seen, he spanked her twenty-five times before he stopped.

Educating Marguerite is available here

Okay, ready for the game? I am a product of 12 years of parochial education. And yes, back to school did mean…will I get a nun who swats? Luckily, only one classroom I was in was led by a yardstick wielding sadist, the rest were actually pretty nice and good educators. And none of the sexy professors at college did…but it’s not a bad fantasy at that level! Here’s a bit of a story starter: When I arrived in my first class of the morning, instead of the doddering Professor Balderdunks, I faced the sexiest professor ever to wear tweed. Made nervous by the instructor’s commanding presence, I dropped my pens with a clatter, fidgeted constantly, and my phone rang three times. When class ended, Professor Black eyed me from across the room with a steely glare and said, “Please stay after class. You’ve been quite disruptive today and I would like to speak to you about proper classroom behavior.” What happens next?

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