I have Renee Rose visiting today! Her new book Stepbrother's Rules is available in the box set Correcting the Coeds. I already got to read this story and let me tell you, it is hot! Brad is a yummy stepbrother and he's so sweet with LuAnn.
I love the idea of spanking romances set in the 1950's. I can't wait to read the rest of these stories. But for now, here is Renee with an excerpt!
Hi Casey,
Thanks so much for hosting the Pink Ladies today with our 1950’s college spank-set. I’m giving you one of my smexiest scenes here. Warning: it involves baby oil.
I feel like the nature-mama in me has to make a total disclaimer. While yes, my husband has purchased and used baby oil on me, I am officially not a fan of petroleum-based oils on body parts, and would far prefer something edible like coconut oil. I only used baby oil for this story because I figured they didn’t know about not using petroleum based products on body parts back in 1957. Okay, that aside, let’s move onto the smutty stuff…
LuAnn couldn’t breathe. She didn’t know what kind of game Brad was playing with her, but she didn’t want it ever to end. Her entire body vibrated with desire.
Why would he undress her, shave her, and take her to his bed, but not have sex with her? She couldn’t understand it. He had picked up a bottle of something from his nightstand and squirted some kind of liquid in his hand.
“Lie back, mouse,” he said, his voice sounding deeper than normal. His eyes had darkened, appearing midnight blue now instead of their usual ocean.
She eased back onto her elbows, watching his movements.
“This is baby oil.” He tipped the bottle and dribbled some on her tummy. Her muscles jerked and quivered at the sensation.
Brad grasped her wrists, pulling her forearms away from covering her breasts and pinning them over her head. With his other hand, he began to massage the oil into her skin, his hand hot against her flesh, searing her with his caresses.
She bit her lips to keep from moaning, closing her eyes. Her entire body trembled, and not just from nerves. Something in her inner core clenched and released.
He coated her breasts with the oil, circling around her nipples and squeezing them into stiff peaks. Stroking down her side, he rubbed around her flank, his fingertips sliding underneath her to cup her bottom.
She sighed, waves of pleasure cascading through her.
He dragged his hand down her thigh, rounded over her knee, then slid up between her legs.
She inhaled sharply, squeezing her thighs together.
He made a tsking sound. “Open for Daddy, mouse. I want to make you feel good tonight.”
For some reason, tears pricked her eyes. Not because she didn’t want him to touch her, but just from the sheer intensity of her emotions—embarrassment and desire tangled up in the shock of her first intimacy with a man.
“Are you scared, mouse?”
She shook her head.
“I won’t hurt you, I promise. You can trust me.”
She did trust him and if she was afraid, it was only of falling madly in love with a man she was pretty sure she couldn’t have. But that was no reason to deny this moment. She relaxed her gripping muscles, allowing him to slide higher, closer and closer to her pulsing sex.
The moment he touched her there, a jolt of electricity ran through her and her bottom popped off the bed.
“Shh.” He stroked a finger along her honeyed slit.
Correcting the Coeds
The 1950s…when men were men, and women were spanked. Featuring four brand new novellas:
A Husband for Betty by Sue Lyndon
When Betty is sent to her college advisor on a disciplinary matter, she doesn’t expect Dr. David Bauer to scold her, make her stand in the corner, and propose marriage all within the hour. Yet that’s exactly what happens, and out of desperation to escape her family’s influence, the young coed finds herself saying yes to the handsome widower.
David is a strict man who has no compunction about baring his wife’s bottom for a sound spanking, but he’s also patient and caring. Betty feels blessed to be his wife, but she worries he views their union as nothing more than a marriage of convenience. Will he ever truly love her, and how will he react to the shameful secret she’s been keeping about her past?
Back to Her Future by Celeste Jones
To keep peace with her roommate, Astrid agrees to try her time travel app, never imagining that this would be the one time Margo invented something that worked. In an instant, Astrid is transported to 1956 and the dorm room of Richard "Dick" Johnson—Eagle Scout, straight arrow, spanker.
Dick Johnson has never met a girl like Astrid. Just because she says she's an exchange student from Canada doesn't mean she can flaunt the rules of proper ladylike behavior and he intends to help her understand American ways, even if the lessons are taught across his lap. Astrid is charmed, and turned on, by Richard's old-fashioned ways, but she knows he'll never understand if she tells him the truth. When the time comes for Astrid to return to 2016, will she be able to go Back To Her Future?
This book contains spanking, hip 50s slang, and some mocking of Canada. If such things offend you, please do not buy this book, eh?
Educating His Bride by Cara Bristol
Never much interested in her studies, Margaret Atwater attends college hoping to graduate with an Mrs. degree instead of a bachelor’s. When she catches the eye of English Professor Henry Thurston, she’s thrilled to marry him, drop out of school, and begin a new life as a married woman and faculty wife. However, Henry is a kinky man who has much to teach his eager young bride—in, and out, of the bedroom. As Mrs. Henry Thurston, Margaret’s education has just begun.
Stepbrother’s Rules
LuAnn’s had a crush on her older, rebellious stepbrother since the year he lived with them—his last year of high school. Now, four weeks before graduating from Sarah Wharton Women’s College, she’s been kicked out for having boys in her dormitory, and he’s the one who shows up to collect her. With her parents away in Europe, he brings her to his place, because leaving a young woman unchaperoned isn’t done in 1957.
Brad makes it clear she is not to emulate the wild behavior of his youth, and he starts things out with a long, bare-bottomed punishment. Soon, though, he discovers his stepsister is all grown up, and having her under his authority makes her a temptation too delicious to resist. Before long, he’s strayed way past what is acceptable, turning her into his little girl and bringing her to the peaks of pleasure during her numerous punishments.
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Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes romance novels centered around her favorite kink: spanking. She has won Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical Romance, is often found on the list of Amazon's Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.
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I love the idea of spanking romances set in the 1950's. I can't wait to read the rest of these stories. But for now, here is Renee with an excerpt!
Hi Casey,
Thanks so much for hosting the Pink Ladies today with our 1950’s college spank-set. I’m giving you one of my smexiest scenes here. Warning: it involves baby oil.
I feel like the nature-mama in me has to make a total disclaimer. While yes, my husband has purchased and used baby oil on me, I am officially not a fan of petroleum-based oils on body parts, and would far prefer something edible like coconut oil. I only used baby oil for this story because I figured they didn’t know about not using petroleum based products on body parts back in 1957. Okay, that aside, let’s move onto the smutty stuff…
LuAnn couldn’t breathe. She didn’t know what kind of game Brad was playing with her, but she didn’t want it ever to end. Her entire body vibrated with desire.
Why would he undress her, shave her, and take her to his bed, but not have sex with her? She couldn’t understand it. He had picked up a bottle of something from his nightstand and squirted some kind of liquid in his hand.
“Lie back, mouse,” he said, his voice sounding deeper than normal. His eyes had darkened, appearing midnight blue now instead of their usual ocean.
She eased back onto her elbows, watching his movements.
“This is baby oil.” He tipped the bottle and dribbled some on her tummy. Her muscles jerked and quivered at the sensation.
Brad grasped her wrists, pulling her forearms away from covering her breasts and pinning them over her head. With his other hand, he began to massage the oil into her skin, his hand hot against her flesh, searing her with his caresses.
She bit her lips to keep from moaning, closing her eyes. Her entire body trembled, and not just from nerves. Something in her inner core clenched and released.
He coated her breasts with the oil, circling around her nipples and squeezing them into stiff peaks. Stroking down her side, he rubbed around her flank, his fingertips sliding underneath her to cup her bottom.
She sighed, waves of pleasure cascading through her.
He dragged his hand down her thigh, rounded over her knee, then slid up between her legs.
She inhaled sharply, squeezing her thighs together.
He made a tsking sound. “Open for Daddy, mouse. I want to make you feel good tonight.”
For some reason, tears pricked her eyes. Not because she didn’t want him to touch her, but just from the sheer intensity of her emotions—embarrassment and desire tangled up in the shock of her first intimacy with a man.
“Are you scared, mouse?”
She shook her head.
“I won’t hurt you, I promise. You can trust me.”
She did trust him and if she was afraid, it was only of falling madly in love with a man she was pretty sure she couldn’t have. But that was no reason to deny this moment. She relaxed her gripping muscles, allowing him to slide higher, closer and closer to her pulsing sex.
The moment he touched her there, a jolt of electricity ran through her and her bottom popped off the bed.
“Shh.” He stroked a finger along her honeyed slit.
Correcting the Coeds
The 1950s…when men were men, and women were spanked. Featuring four brand new novellas:
A Husband for Betty by Sue Lyndon
When Betty is sent to her college advisor on a disciplinary matter, she doesn’t expect Dr. David Bauer to scold her, make her stand in the corner, and propose marriage all within the hour. Yet that’s exactly what happens, and out of desperation to escape her family’s influence, the young coed finds herself saying yes to the handsome widower.
David is a strict man who has no compunction about baring his wife’s bottom for a sound spanking, but he’s also patient and caring. Betty feels blessed to be his wife, but she worries he views their union as nothing more than a marriage of convenience. Will he ever truly love her, and how will he react to the shameful secret she’s been keeping about her past?
Back to Her Future by Celeste Jones
To keep peace with her roommate, Astrid agrees to try her time travel app, never imagining that this would be the one time Margo invented something that worked. In an instant, Astrid is transported to 1956 and the dorm room of Richard "Dick" Johnson—Eagle Scout, straight arrow, spanker.
Dick Johnson has never met a girl like Astrid. Just because she says she's an exchange student from Canada doesn't mean she can flaunt the rules of proper ladylike behavior and he intends to help her understand American ways, even if the lessons are taught across his lap. Astrid is charmed, and turned on, by Richard's old-fashioned ways, but she knows he'll never understand if she tells him the truth. When the time comes for Astrid to return to 2016, will she be able to go Back To Her Future?
This book contains spanking, hip 50s slang, and some mocking of Canada. If such things offend you, please do not buy this book, eh?
Educating His Bride by Cara Bristol
Never much interested in her studies, Margaret Atwater attends college hoping to graduate with an Mrs. degree instead of a bachelor’s. When she catches the eye of English Professor Henry Thurston, she’s thrilled to marry him, drop out of school, and begin a new life as a married woman and faculty wife. However, Henry is a kinky man who has much to teach his eager young bride—in, and out, of the bedroom. As Mrs. Henry Thurston, Margaret’s education has just begun.
Stepbrother’s Rules
LuAnn’s had a crush on her older, rebellious stepbrother since the year he lived with them—his last year of high school. Now, four weeks before graduating from Sarah Wharton Women’s College, she’s been kicked out for having boys in her dormitory, and he’s the one who shows up to collect her. With her parents away in Europe, he brings her to his place, because leaving a young woman unchaperoned isn’t done in 1957.
Brad makes it clear she is not to emulate the wild behavior of his youth, and he starts things out with a long, bare-bottomed punishment. Soon, though, he discovers his stepsister is all grown up, and having her under his authority makes her a temptation too delicious to resist. Before long, he’s strayed way past what is acceptable, turning her into his little girl and bringing her to the peaks of pleasure during her numerous punishments.
Buy now
Amazon
ARe
Bio
Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes romance novels centered around her favorite kink: spanking. She has won Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical Romance, is often found on the list of Amazon's Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.
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Blog
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