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Thursday, 31 January 2019

A Spirited Girl. A Reluctant Dom. Fated Mates. Sierra Brave's Bridling Lucy #adultromance #paranormal

Bridling Lucy by Sierra Brave
Published by Passion’s Paramour Press
Release Date: January 11, 2019
Genre: Adult, Romance, Paranormal, Spanking

A Spirited Girl. A Reluctant Dom. Fated Mates.
Stubborn, prideful and self-disciplined, Chance Locklear believes his way is always right, and he doesn’t like hiccups is in his strict routine so when the matriarch of his equine-shifter clan saddles him with a spoiled, twenty-one-year-old brat from out-of-town, he’s none too pleased.
While growing up as a member of a rogue-shifter clan, Lucy Tate didn't have the luxury of an easy or predictable life, but she's learned to live with her parent’s self-centered behavior causing problems for her or leaving her in the lurch. When her step-father’s latest hijinks force her to abandon her job as a blackjack dealer and skip town, she resents having to live with a stranger and work as a maid while hiding out. To make matters worse, she’s been placed in the care of an arrogant but sexy game warden/werehorse who demands her respect.
The first time Chance pulled her over his lap for a spanking, she was shocked and angry, but her body reacted to his touch in a completely different way. Just as the two begin to give into their shared attraction and admit they are fated mates, outside forces show up to pull them apart. Will destiny, love, and amazing sex be enough to save their relationship?
Warning: Bridling Lucy is a smoking hot, stand-alone romance with graphic sexual language. If you are offended by corporal punishment/adult discipline or sizzling, put-you-in-the-moment love scenes, you might want to look for another book. (BBW +Sexy Shifter)

In a flash, he’d parked and thrown the driver’s side door open, and before she could get a handle on what was happening, she found herself staring at the ground as he hauled her across his lap with her hips resting over his thighs and her torso hanging off the side of the bench seat.
“Agh!” What the hell are you doing?” She flailed her arms and tightened her abdominal muscles, fighting gravity as the blood rushed to her head.
His hand landed on the back pocket of her shorts with a thud, and she squealed. The next swat fell just an inch or so off from hitting the exact same spot. She kicked and squirmed as she squawked and flailed her arms, but he was strong as an ox, and the truck was raised up enough she couldn’t touch the ground.
“You need to learn how to act, and since you’re too unreasonable to talk to, this seems like the best way to teach you.” Her shorts tightened across her backside as he tugged at the waistband. He smacked her butt again and she gasped.
“You can’t do this!” She put her hand behind her back in an attempt to cover her stinging buns, but he grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm so he could hold it at the small of her back.
“Really?” His question preceded four sharp, painful slaps against her posterior. “Because I’m pretty sure I’m already doing it. I’m not exactly thrilled about having to take time out of my schedule to chauffer you around, but I can’t disobey the matriarch.”
Lucy sat with her arms folded across her chest and her bottom lip poking out as she stared out the passenger-side window. Despite her sour mood, Horse Mountain’s rustic scenery enchanted her—beautiful cabins, both big and small, grassy pastures, and lush evergreens abounded for as far as the eye could see. This would be a nice place for a vacation if I wasn’t practically being kidnapped. She shook her head as she tried to fathom how she’d been uprooted from her comfortable life by no fault of her own. Mama might as well be carting me off to prison. She licked her bottom lip as she pressed her forehead against the cool glass.
“Oh, come on now. It’s not as bad as all that?” Dory Crane continued driving.
“As all what?” She kept her attention on the greenery. If she saw her mother’s face, her anger might transform into sadness and she didn’t want to cry.
Her mom huffed. “You with the silent treatment up here and the refusal to so much as meet my gaze.”
Lucy’s nostrils flared. “You’re lucky I’m too old for an Amber Alert. How am I supposed to react when you’re sending me off to the middle of nowhere to stay with some strange old woman I’ve never even met?”
“She’s a family friend. Her daughter and I attended finishing school together.”
Lucy snorted. “I still can’t believe you went.”
“In my day, all of the girls of our clan were expected to go. It was a very big deal amongst the equine shifters.”
“And look how much it taught you. Did you even graduate?” She practically spat her words.
“Your mama knows how to behave like a lady when she needs to.”
“So this woman isn’t even kin?”
“No, but she is an equine shifter. One of her sons was good friends with your birth father.”
She gasped, finally turning to look at her mom. Her mother’s husband had raised her, and most of the time, Lucy claimed him as her daddy, but she longed to know more about her biological father. Trouble was her mama was always tight-lipped when it came to the subject. “My dad? Does he live around here? Can I meet him?”
Dory shrugged. “Can we not talk about him? Nothing you learn will make you happy.”
She locked her index fingers together while pulling her hands close to her chest.  “I wonder if he looked for me.”
“He might have if he’d known about you, but I was only three months along and not showing yet. Telling him would have just complicated our separation and eventual divorce.”
Lucy’s jaw dropped and she fought not to shed the tears welling up in her eyes. She pursed her lips and stared straight ahead, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know how you could do such a horrible thing.”
Dory frowned, knitting her eyebrows. “So self-righteous! One of these days you’ll realize when it comes to our kind, the head can’t always control the heart. Getting involved before finding your one true mate is dangerous.”
Lucy opened her mouth as if she were gagging and made a retching sound while pointing her finger toward the back of her throat. “Please stop talking.”
“Excuse me? At least I’m not pushing you into an arranged marriage the way my father did to me.”
“Sorry, but I don’t want to hear your selfish reasons for running off with a gambling-addicted coyote shifter.”
“Hush your flapping lips. You know Craw didn’t start playing the slots until after we left Mississippi.”
Lucy huffed. “You mean after we got run out of Biloxi because of your low-rent fortune teller con jobs?” Her mom shot her a nasty look but didn’t deny the accusation. Lucy held her left wrist with her right hand while shaking her head. “Either way, I’m being forced to pay for someone else’s mistake. To think your husband used to actually be a pretty good dad. Now, not so much.”
Her mama’s head jerked to the side as she threw a furious look Lucy’s way, complete with narrowed eyes. “Stop testing my patience, Lucy Abigail Tate.”
I hit a nerve. Lucy tried not to smirk. Her mama couldn’t tolerate any bad-mouthing of the love of her life, regardless of how true the words rang. Crawford “Craw” Crane continually proved himself to be a turd in the punch bowl, but her mama always defended him and probably would continue to until her dying breath. “Why’d you give me his name instead of Craw’s?”
Her mother pressed her lips together. “Legally, I was still married to him when you were born so Tate was my last name, but can we please drop the subject? Your daddy, Craw, the man who looked after you like his own blood from the minute you were born—He loves you. He thinks he’s doing right by you.” She shook her finger at Lucy. “I just don’t agree. A girl needs to wait for the one.”
“The one,” Lucy mimicked while rolling her eyes. “I still think this is crazy. It’s not like I couldn’t just flat out refuse Grayson.”
“Hmm, I wonder if you’d be able to stand strong if the patriarch got involved. Would you tell him no?” Without waiting for Lucy to answer, Dory reached toward her. She flinched but relaxed as her mother fingered a strand of her hair. “I like the color.”
She gritted her teeth, fresh anger filling her gut as she recalled her mom forcing a bleach job on her in a crappy hotel room about midway through the trip. “I miss my red.” She jerked her head away from her mother’s touch.
“If Craw or any of the Vegas-clan tries to find you, they’ll be looking for a ginger, not a towhead.”
Vegas-clan…Lucy let the words scratch at her brain. When she was younger, she hadn’t realized a bunch of different types of weres joining a clan under a “Boss” patriarch was weird. Now she understood most clans were matriarchal, and Mr. Black’s operation was similar to organized crime groups with their Godfathers.
Her mom pulled up in the driveway of a lovely one-story cabin surrounded by tall trees before turning off the engine. “Now you mind Ms. Banks. Do whatever chores you’re assigned.”
“I’m not afraid of hard work though I guess my real job will be filled by the time I return home…that is if I don’t die out here in Hickville, USA.”
“You shouldn’t say such things, sweetie. Mama’s going to get everything fixed up.” Her mother patted her arm, but Lucy yanked away from her. “I’ll get your daddy straight and find another way to settle his debt, but you better not go talking any trash about him.” All the tenderness of her touch seemed to have faded as she wagged her finger again. “I can’t have any of my old clan, particularly my kin or some of the nosey strumpets I graduated high school with, getting any word of Craw’s misstep. Stick to the story. You hear me?”
Lucy’s blood boiled. “So it’s alright for a bunch of people you haven’t said a single word to in years to think your daughter’s some kind of out-of-control hoodlum as long as they don’t find out the truth about your crappy husband?”
Dory pointed her boney finger at her again, shaking it about an inch from Lucy’s face. “I asked if you heard me, girl.”
“I got it.” The corners of Lucy’s mouth turned down and her shoulders drooped as she huffed.
“With any luck, I’ll get the money from my daddy, and you’ll be home in no time.”
Lucy’s eyes widened and she nearly snapped her neck while jerking her head around to look at her mother’s face. “My granddaddy? Can I meet him?”
Her mom’s eyes rounded and she smirked. “Depends on if he’ll give me the money.”
She tightened her closed lips, squinting slightly. “So you’ll ransom a visit from me?”
Her mom smiled. “Whatever it takes.”


Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of smoking hot romance. She writes across genres, dabbling in a little bit of everything, including ménage and BDSM.  Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school when she first read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.


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Wednesday, 30 January 2019

What is a dune? What does this word mean? I do not know it. Daryl Devore's hot medieval romance - Branwyn's Love on Book Hooks. #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor #hotread

Book Hooks is a weekly meme hosted by Marketing for Romance Writers as part of the MFRW Authors Blog. It's a chance each week for you the reader to discover current WIP or previously published book by possibly new to you authors.

Today, I am showcasing a snippet from my just released hot medieval romance - Branwyn's Love. HAPPY RELEASE DAY!!!

Scene set - Branwyn was sold to be courtesan. She has just endured a difficult 3 day journey. This is her first morning in the castle of Black Dorn.

Nibbling some berries, she glanced at her surroundings. Comforted that the colourful tapestries hinted at the wealth of future her husband, Branwyn smiled as she ran her hand along the linen sheets. On a table, to her right, sat a silver bowl filled with fresh apricots and plums. Near the window, a white washbasin and pitcher rested on a small bench. A fur rug covered part of the grey stone floor.
A large screen blocked the fireplace. She tilted her head, puzzling over the sound of water pouring into an exceptionally large basin. A soft scent floated across the air and mingled with the scent of her breakfast. Leah folded clothes and prepared the room for the day. A tall girl, with light brown hair, wrapped in a white scarf, Leah's dull brown dress hung loosely on her thin body.
"Is the dune ready for her morning bath?" Leah lowered her eyes as she waited nearby.
"What is a dune? What does this word mean? I do not know it."
Leah bit her lip. "You are a dune."
"It is my rank?"
"It is your position."
"Do you have a position?"
"I am Leah, your serving girl."
"Are you a dune, Leah?"
"I serve a dune." Leah indicated with her hand. "Your bath is ready."
"You may bring me a bowl and basin."
"Respectfully no, my dune. You must go to the bath."
"I am sorry." Branwyn smiled. "I forgot that customs might be different from here than at home." Home. She had not thought about her aunt, uncle or six female cousins since she'd left. I will banish them from my thoughts as they banished me. She threw back her covers, stood and walked to the basin. "It is empty."
"The bath is here." Leah pointed behind the screen.
As Branwyn neared, a warm, sweet smelling mist engulfed her. Near the fireplace hearth, a large bronze object sat, filled with water. Leah tugged on the hem of Branwyn’s gown. "I must help you undress so I may cleanse you."
Pointing to the object, Branwyn asked, "What is that for? I have never seen such a sight. It is like a small lake has been brought into the room." Her hand skimmed the surface. "The water is warm. And oh, so sweet smelling. It smells as fresh as spring air. Is this magic to make the air and water fragrant as one?"
"This is your bath." Leah pointed to the large basin. "This is where I shall cleanse you, Dune."
Branwyn's brow crinkled. "Explain."
"I help you undress, you step into the—"
"That? You expect me to go into… I shall drown. Besides, it is unsanitary. Many sicknesses may linger in the water."


Daryl Devoré pens another hot read – the medieval romance -Branwyn’s Love.

The tale of a young woman sold as a courtesan in training. Branwyn arrives in a new land to begin daily lessons in the bewildering art of bedding a man.

The noblewoman chosen to be Prince Malacke’s bride rejects him by bedding his hated rival. Malacke turns his anger towards increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn castle. And he succeeds until his attention is captured by the face of the woman who will be his queen.

Note: This book contains elements of domination, submission, and fetishes. If these concepts disturb you, please do not purchase or read this book. Branwyn’s Love was formerly known as Black Dorn and published by New Dawning.

Print Book link will be later.

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