Stormy Night Publications

Extended previews from both of last weekend's new releases can be found below. Additionally, we currently have three top-notch books on sale. Tamed by the Alien by Adrienne Blake, His to Command by Kallista Dane, and Her Gilded Dragon: A Norse Warrior Romance by Susannah Shannon are all currently available for only $0.99.

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Her Android Daddy by Rose St. Andrews - Extended Preview

She gasped and moved to the far side of the tub. “No, Leo, I know what you’re thinking, don’t you dare!”

Leo demonstrated just how strong he was and how good his balance was by reaching across the tub, hoisting her completely out of the water, and then drawing her across his lap as he sat. Despite being sopping wet, she still couldn’t get free, and she learned that getting spanked on a wet bottom stung a lot more.

“Bernie, I am disappointed in you, I thought you were showing real improvement in your behavior. It seems I was mistaken,” he scolded.

“Ouch, ow! No, I’m sorry, I just lost my temper. I’ll send it, I’ll call, promise,” she wailed.

He was not impressed, and thus his hand danced from one bare and damp cheek to another over and over.

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The Oak Street Method: Heather by Emily Tilton - Extended Preview

“This is my spoon, Heather,” said Mrs. Giuliani. Confused, Heather tried to turn and rise a little, sure that Tricia’s mommy meant to show her the terrible thing. But her own mommy’s voice said, “Stay down, Heather,” in a cold tone, and then she felt something laid against the middle of her bottom, the split between its twin roundnesses, low down where she could kind of feel the light pressure of it just a little in her pussy. She gave a startled cry and bit her lip.

“Hold onto the chair legs, young lady,” said Tricia’s mommy, and then to Heather’s astonishment, and her immediate discomfort, Mrs. Giuliani began to spank her, hard and quick, over and over.

“There you go,” Mrs. Giuliani said. “That’s what you get, Heather, you naughty girl.”

Heather wailed as the stinging blows continued. She tried to keep her left hand around the chair leg, but she couldn’t: she had to fling it back, to try to keep the spoon away. She squirmed over the cushion, terribly conscious of how it would show the mommies everything between her legs but unable to keep still.

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