Heating Up the Holidays
Release date: 11/22/17
Smoking hot holiday-themed titles from USA Today and International Bestselling Authors
In Heating Up the Holidays, will a wrapping-counter girl from the mall, a kinky party planner, a defiant fiancée, a blackmailed spouse, and a just-arrived mail-order bride find their happily ever after this Christmas?
Apple iBooks: pending
Heating Up the Holidays is a five-book collection featuring smoking hot holiday-themed titles from five best-selling spanking romance authors. It includes the following books:
Holly’s Secret Santa, by Maddie Taylor
When Holly Carpenter meets handsome, charming Christian Bradley while interning at an electronics company, they hit it off right away. Although Holly’s hectic schedule leaves little time for their blossoming relationship, Christian’s dominance both in and out of the bedroom arouses Holly intensely, and his lovemaking is better than anything she has experienced before.
But after Holly does some snooping where she doesn’t belong, she finds out that Christian isn’t at all what he seems. Feeling betrayed, she ends their romance. Will she spend Christmas alone with a broken heart, or will she discover there is much more to the man she fell in love with than she realized and decide to give him a second chance to win her trust?
Excerpt from Holly’s Secret Santa:
“You have a lot of meetings. Exactly what do you do?”
“We’ll talk about it tonight.” Using underhanded tactics to derail her line of questions, he stroked his thumb across her lower lip, and slipped it into the silken warmth of her mouth. When she enveloped it, he couldn’t contain his need this time, and groaned.
“We need to stop, before I lay you out on the countertop and we christen your new place here and now.”
Dark with passion, she aimed her blue gaze his way, telling him without words she was fully onboard with the idea.
“Don’t tempt me, naughty girl.”
But she did, by swirling her tongue around his thumb and sucking. He was no saint, and Holly, well damn, he hadn’t intended their first time to be like this, but he was about to make her a sinner.
He lifted her by the waist and planted her ass on the counter. Next, he tugged her skirt up to her waist, spread her legs and stepped between them. Pulling her to the edge, he wedged in close so the crotch of her panties and the seam of her pussy underneath aligned with the hard ridge of his cock.
With a sense of urgency, frantic fingers pulled at collars, released buttons, and tugged at hems as they removed one another’s clothing from above the waist. Her soft hands slid over his chest, but he couldn’t give her the chance to explore.
“Next time,” he growled.
Laying her flat on her back, he leaned over, cupping both breasts in his palms, while plumping them to fullness. He fed on one hard tip, licking, sucking, and glorying in her sweet taste, while his fingers found the other, and pinched it lightly.
She arched her back and almost came off the counter, but his upper body held her down, greedily taking what he wanted. Her hands dove into his hair, fisting there until he felt a sting in his scalp. He welcomed the pain, but it spurred him on, sending his desire into overdrive.
He switched from one breast to the other, as his hand slid over her belly, past the wad of material bunched at her waist, and into the front of her panties. She spread wider, an open invitation for him to do what he would. He homed in on her clit, circling it briefly, before moving to her center. She was drenched, weeping with desire for him. It was nearly too much.
“I’ve got to be inside you.”
She moaned her agreement, her hips canting upward. He answered her request by slipping a finger inside her and stroking her silky hot channel, but his control was quickly becoming thin.
Her panties came off, but he had to pause for protection. Once he located a condom, his wallet hit the floor with a thud. While he rolled it on, he met her gaze, half-lidded with passion. As she moved restively, his eyes tracked from her breasts, the rosy tips hard and glistening, to her spread thighs, and the shimmering treasure in between.
“Just one taste,” he ground out. When his mouth opened over her clit, he sucked it inside, then licked through her honeyed sweetness. Her body shook as she came almost instantly.
It was too damn quick, but he had to be inside her.
Christian rose to his feet, quickly moved into position, and sank into her wet, welcoming heat. She was tight. It took a few short, slow thrusts to open her enough for him to be fully seated. Once there, her muscles rippled around him.
“This isn’t how I wanted our first time to be.”
“I don’t care.” She reached for him.
He pulled her up, and when they were breast to chest, with her arms wound behind his neck, he lifted her off the counter. “Yeah, we’ll do slow and romantic next time.” His hands palmed her glorious ass, and he drove inside her.
It was mind-blowing.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, the hard points of her breasts dragging along his skin, while he fucked her where he stood. The glide of his cock through her intense heat and wetness as she quivered around him were more than he could take. For her too, because when he thrust upward in hard, powerful strokes, she shattered. Her cries were muffled against his throat while her body shook, her inner muscles clamped around him tight, and she pulled him over with her.
Her soft mewls of climax, mixed with his gutturals growls of pleasure. They echoed through the unfurnished space, sounding loud enough to be heard downtown.
When his brain switched back on, and his pulse had slowed to normal, he swatted one ass cheek with the flat of his hand.
Her head came up, pink lips parted in surprise.
“What did I do?”
“You sucked my thumb.”
Seeing the impish spark in her eyes, he knew she didn’t regret it one bit.
She gazed back at him innocently, then she giggled. “Thank you.”
He cocked his head to the side. “For what, baby?”
“For helping me christen the apartment, and not making me wait.”
“Believe me, sweetheart, the pleasure was mine.”
“Not solely,” she murmured while trailing her hands across his chest.
“Don’t start again, I have a meeting, remember?”
“Yes, I suppose duty calls.”
He sat her on the counter’s edge before he glanced around. “We’ve got a problem. No towels or napkins.”
“I have wet wipes in my purse.”
“How efficient,” he said with a grin, and locating it on the floor where she’d dropped it. When he handed it to her, she dug around and withdrew one for herself, and several for him. Damn condoms—something else for them to discuss. After a quick clean up, he helped her down, and they dressed.
Before leaving, he pulled her into his arms once more. While he slowly took her kiss-swollen lips, his hand moved around to her bottom, squeezing the same spot he’d spanked.
Her response earlier, and her quick intake of breath now, told him she was exactly his kind of naughty girl.
“We’ll resume where we left off tonight, after our discussion.” Reluctantly, he pulled away. With her hand in his, he moved them out the door. As they descended the stairs, he furtively adjusted his jeans, which were already too snug for comfort.
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Kept After Hours, by Alexis Alvarez
Kiera Cassidy has been secretly crushing on tall, dark, and dominant Logan Brandt ever since he hired her to plan his club’s kinky Christmas party, and after he scolds her firmly for not dressing warmly enough for the cold Chicago winter, she cannot help imagining herself over his knee with her bottom bared for a sound spanking.
When Logan keeps her at the club after hours for an intense, incredibly hot punishment scene, it is the sexiest thing Kiera has ever experienced, and she finds herself wondering what it would be like to be trained and mastered more thoroughly. But Kiera wants a guy she can have all to herself and Logan doesn’t seem like the type for that. Can he find a way to win her trust?
Excerpt from Kept After Hours:
“Can’t we just have sex?” she begged, reaching out to touch him. He was so hard! He allowed her touch and groaned, and his eyelashes lowered. She was sure, for one second, that he’d say yes, fuck yes, and toss her right onto the table and take her.
But he shook his head. “If I let you out of your punishment, what lesson have you learned?”
“No, I learned it, I promise,” she begged. “I’ll crawl next time, just please take out this plug and fuck me.”
“Now I think you’re just saying that,” he said, tweaking one nipple. “But after this discipline, you’ll truly mean it. You’ll feel the difference, I promise.” He gave her a dark look.
“Logan?” She wound her fingers together.
He picked up the paddle. “I know you’re sore, but you can take more. And you’re going to get it if that plug loosens. Down. Remember, back and forth three times.”
She sucked in a breath, then awkwardly got to her knees. The plug was so large that it wouldn’t automatically shoot out like those tiny silicone ones. But he’d lubed it up generously, and despite the girth of the thing, she could feel that it would be a challenge to make it stay in while crawling.
“Can you at least let me wear my panties…to help it stay in?” Her face was hot.
“No. Get started.”
He sat down and slapped the paddle against his thigh. She started to crawl. The room wasn’t that wide – three times back and forth was totally manageable! Right?
But before she got to the far wall, the plug started to work its way out of her body. She stopped, breathing hard, and clenched on it, trying to use her anal muscles to coax it back in. “Ow,” she flinched, as her machinations made it slip further out, setting the wider part near her anal sphincter before halting. “Ouch!” Letting the plug sit in this way was definitely not going to feel good! She started to crawl more slowly, leaving her thighs a little wider – for some reason, crawling with her legs together seemed to convince the plug to exit.
This was awkward and ungainly and she had to pick her way slowly. When she got to the far wall, his voice rang out. “Get onto your knees and inch forward until your nipples brush the wall. Reach up as high as you can, touch the wall with both hands, and ask permission to return.”
She obeyed, doing as he commanded, feeling tings of arousal as her nipples brushed the wall. “May I please have permission to return?” She wanted to reach back and fix the plug. Would he notice?
“Yes. Come to me and kneel in front of me, ass up, so I can see the plug.”
Laboriously she crawled back to him, trying not to wince at the sensation of the plug. By the time she got back, it was definitely on the verge of popping out.
“Logan…” she started.
“Do you have something to ask me?” He said, his voice firm.
Her voice glitched. She asked, voice quivering, “My plug is coming out. Can you please…use the paddle to spank it back in?”
Marigold and the Sheriff, by Morganna Williams
Nineteen-year-old Marigold Haney has learned to fend for herself since her mother’s death, and when sinfully handsome Sheriff Lucas Watkins starts ordering her around like a child she gives him quite an earful. To her shock, however, the stern lawman merely takes her over his knee for a painful, embarrassing spanking.
After Marigold’s defiant attitude earns her a second trip across Lucas’ knee, however, she soon finds herself writhing in ecstasy as she is brought to a blushing climax over his lap. Following that incident, Lucas sets about courting Marigold, and it isn’t long before they are man and wife. But can he find a way to make her most fervent Christmas wish come true?
From Marigold and the Sheriff:
“That’s just fine, Lucas Watkins! Just don’t come sniffing around me again!” Mari yelled as she started to stomp out. Then for good measure she grabbed the cold coffeepot off the stove and hurled it and its contents at Lucas.
He ducked the pot and it bounced off the wall, its contents splashing both Lucas and the already angry Walt.
When both angry men turned to face her, Mari felt her eyes go wide and she started for the door.
“Stay right where you are, young lady,” Lucas said sternly and her bottom cheeks clenched reflexively.
“You have no say in the matter any longer, Mr. Watkins,” Mari said in the primmest voice she could manage before she turned her nose up to walk out the door.
She heard the man named Walt laugh loudly. “You’ve got a regular little firebrand on your hands there, Lucas. I guess if you say Red Wolf has assured us it’s the Kickapoos causing the ruckus, I’ll wait and see what happens.”
“Thank you, Walt; if you’ll excuse me, I have a firebrand to catch.” When she heard Lucas say that, Mari gathered her skirts in her hands and ran.
Mari had always been fast for a girl and she did not let any grass grow under her feet with the knowledge that Lucas was likely hot on her heels. For all her bravado in his office she knew she’d gone too far by throwing that coffeepot at Lucas and he’d skin her alive if he caught her.
She ran into the parlor of Miss Hattie’s and through the kitchen as if Satan were right behind her.
“Land sakes, child… what on earth?” Rose looked up from snapping peas in confusion.
“Can’t talk now, Rose!” she cried as she ran through the room and into her bedroom, closing the door behind her and sliding the latch in place.
“Marigold!” She winced as she heard Lucas’ booming voice. She pressed her ear to the door to hear Rose’s response.
“Lucas Watkins, what do you mean storming into my kitchen this way?” Rose asked sharply and Mari could almost see her frowning up at Lucas with her hands on her hips.
“I know you didn’t want me to spank her again before there was a wedding, Miss Rose, but I am gonna tan that little gal’s hide. I won’t bare her, but before it’s all said and done that little termagant is gonna feel my belt.”
Mari’s eyes widened and she backed away from the door looking around frantically for something to use to protect herself. She grabbed a few of Rose’s books from the shelf and stacked them in reach for throwing if needed.
Lucas tried the door then cursed. “Marigold, you open this door right now.”
She shook her head vigorously in answer, her wide eyes fixed on the door. She frowned when she heard Lucas apologize to Rose and then she heard a loud cracking sound as his big booted foot landed against the door, easily busting the lock open.
Mari jumped when the door bounced off the wall and Lucas walked in with fire in his eyes. “You are about to get the spanking of your life, young lady.”
“I am not!” Mari declared bravely. “You have no say over me, Lucas Watkins!”
He laughed in response to her statement. “Little girl, I am the only say that matters regarding you. Something I intend you to understand before the day is through.”
Her Christmas Cop, by Meredith O’Reilly
Morgan Castillo had high hopes for a wonderful Christmas with her stern, sexy police officer husband Jared, but then a former boyfriend threatens to ruin it all with a scheme to blackmail her. If Morgan doesn’t come up with a large sum of money by Christmas Eve, he will make public a set of compromising photos of her which he has secretly obtained.
It seems the only solution is to take out a loan and make the payment he demands, then try to forget about it and enjoy the holiday. But when Jared discovers that she has been keeping secrets from him, Morgan soon finds herself receiving the most thorough spanking of her life. After her punishment, can Jared find a way to ensure that they have a merry Christmas after all?
Excerpt from Her Christmas Cop:
I moved so I was straddling him.
“What are you doing, Morgan?”
“After all that you’ve done for me today, Jared, I think I owe you something in return.” At the mention of his real first name, his eyes glazed over with lust.
Once we had decided that we were going to make an age play relationship part of our lives, we had come up with some rules. The first was that during the week I’d be big, then during the weekend I’d be little. The second was I’d only call Jared, Daddy when I was in my little headspace. The third was if it was the weekend, and I called him Jared, it meant that I was in my big headspace and I was to be treated as such.
Generally, the only time when I came out of my headspace during the weekends was if I got sexually aroused and needed some attention. We had both agreed that neither of us were into sexual age play, so this rule helped us avoid it.
“What type of thank you did you have in mind?” He asked, placing his hands on either side of my hips.
“I was thinking you could fuck my tight pussy with your big cock or I could take it in my mouth and swallow all your seed.” I licked my lips and smiled at him. I very much enjoyed option number two. Getting to make a man as dominant as my husband lose control from what I was doing to him was such a turn on.
“Hmmm, those are two very tough choices,” he murmured as he lifted the hem of my dress up and over my head. Then he unclasped my bra, pulling it off me, revealing my swollen breasts. He grabbed a nipple with each of his hands. He twisted and flicked them.
I moaned as I felt my pussy getting wet. He loved to play with my breasts.
“I think I’m going to have to go with option one.” He let go of my swollen peaks and pulled me in for a kiss, but stopped just before we touched. “Though, it really was my decision all along, wasn’t it, Morgan?”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered.
More Than He Ordered, by Dinah McLeod
When mail-order-bride Isabella Francs steps off a boat to meet her American husband-to-be, she worries that he will send her back home as soon as he sees the baby she brought with her. But Patrick Donovan is a good man, and although he assures his new bride that he will expect her obedience and submission, he welcomes both Bella and the baby into his home.
Though Bella soon discovers that Patrick will not hesitate to bare her bottom for a sound spanking when he feels it necessary, being taken in his arms and comforted after a punishment proves more wonderful than she would have ever imagined. But when she finally summons the courage to tell him the truth about the baby, will he be angry at her deception?