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Vanessa Brooks
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Welcome to talented new author Poppy Flynn so let us hear all about her new book...

As a bubbly art student, Daisy Kidde embarked on a BDSM relationship that ended in tears.
 
Eleven years later, she has reinvented herself as the aloof finance director, Desirae Harper, but the past threatens to catch up with her and turn her quiet, reserved world upside down when her company is threatened with a takeover bid and the dominant Joel Blackwood walks back into her life.
 
Can she resist him or will the old Daisy return, threatening her new, quiet life?

Excerpt:
Like an elastic band being wound tighter and tighter, Desi's cravings grew greater, her carnal hunger more extreme, and she longed for the cataclysmic detonation that she knew was so close.
Joel took her right to the edge as she knew he would, then just as she reached the crescendo, just as she was about to snap, the flogging ceased.
She wanted to scream at the denial; she wanted to beg for the release. It took her entire force of will to keep silent.
Joel's arm came around her waist, his skin cool against her heated flesh. As if from a distance, she heard the chain clink as he released her bonds.
The cuffs remained around her wrists, and he kept the spreader bar in place as he positioned her on her knees, then pushed her shoulders and face into a plump cushion. He positioned her so that her cheek rested on the soft material, her head adjusted to face the crowd. It didn't matter, she was oblivious to them all, her eyes unfocused and distracted. Just as he had demanded, she remained still and silent as he attached each individual wrist cuff to a ring at each end of the bar near her ankles, forcing her backside high and putting everything on display. Moisture trickled down her leg and Joel tracked it with his tongue, tracing it back to its source but denying her any further indulgence from his mouth.
A light shiver rippled her skin, replaced by the sting of his punishment as he started to spank her hard and fast. There was no warm up here, just a rain of merciless slapping that set fire to her butt. She could hear Joel grunt with the sheer exertion, but her endorphin coated brain interpreted every blow as pure bliss.
God, she loved the feel of his hand. More often, Joel used a crop or a paddle, but his bare palm on her backside was so much more intimate, and she gloried in that touch like a brat who misbehaves, just to get attention
Now another new release - an exciting  contemporary mystery by Pippa Greathouse:


Samantha Hillis, a widow of three years, has just begun to put her life back together when a shooter in the parking lot of the mall destroys dozens of cars and causes multiple injuries. Sam is pulled into the arms of Adam Stapleton, a handsome lieutenant of the Highway Patrol, and she feels for the first time in years what it’s like to be held in a man’s arms. And it’s wonderful.
 
But Adam has his own set of rules, intended to keep her safe. As a series of double-takes and other events happen that make her doubt her own judgement, she realizes she’s been drawn into a web of suspicion. She’s now the object of a murder investigation, of stalking, and her own home has been broken into and ransacked. The only one she can trust now is Adam.

Excerpt:

He was putting her into the car when she felt a hand on her arm, restraining her. She turned, looking up. An extremely hard swat landed on her bottom, and she whirled back, gasping. His face was inches away, and the stern expression was back.
 
“Samantha, I warned you. Didn’t I? In you go.”
 
Backing away from him, she slid inside, and he reached across her to fasten her belt. She leaned back, looking away from him as he closed the door.
They had pulled on to the highway, before he spoke again. “Do you think that was undeserved?”
 
She didn’t speak.
 
“I’m waiting.”
 
She took a deep breath, but when she spoke, it was barely a whisper. “No.”
 
“Just so you know, if we’d been at home instead of the middle of a store, I’d have put you over my knee.”