Not Vanilla: Spanking by Jennifer Lynne and Roz Lee-Review and Promotion

Not Vanilla: Spanking by Jenifer Lynne and Roz Lee-Review and Promotion

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NOT VANILLA: Spanking by Jennifer Lynne and Roz Lee

ABOUT THE BOOK: Release Date September 22, 2015

A tempting 2-in-1 bundle that is so erotic it will turn your cheeks pink!

First Time by Jennifer Lynne – On their anniversary weekend away, will a spanking paddle help re-kindle Grace and Henry’s waning libido, or will their first kinky time also be their last?

Domestic Discipline by Roz Lee – How can April tell the man she’s promised to marry that she needs more in the bedroom…that she needs a good spanking?

This sexy duo will take you into the erotic world of spanking and being spanked, offering a tantalizing glimpse into a range of flavors that are definitely not vanilla!

Contains erotic content including sex scenes and spanking, suitable for Adult readers only.

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FIRST TIME by Jennifer Lynne
When I suggested a weekend away to rekindle the flame of our fifteen year old marriage, I had no idea Henry would take it as an opportunity to bust out the credit card at our local sex shop. But now I’m sitting in this country cottage on Saturday night, surrounded by nothing but forest for miles in every direction, and staring at my husband holding the spanking paddle as I wonder if I really have the nerve to bend over and let him use it. ~ Grace

REVIEW: FIRST TIME follows Grace and Henry as they celebrate fifteen years of marriage. Their sex life has become predictable and with the arrival of children a loss of intimacy and fun. When Grace books an anniversary weekend cottage getaway Henry hopes to put some spark back into the marriage with a little bit of spanking and a few sexual toys.

The novelette is a quick read that reveals a little bit of Grace’s previous history, and Henry’s need to dominate the woman he loves. Told from alternating first person points of view we are pulled into the thoughts and desires of two people who feel that life has become complacent, along with the $ex in their marriage. Jennifer Lynne’s FIRST TIME looks at spanking as a form of discipline that will lead to a profession of love. The discipline is limited to spanking with a little bit of nipple and anal play as an added bonus; there is no bondage or darkness seeping into the need or desires.

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DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE by Roz Lee
I can’t imagine not marrying Brendan, but I can’t bring this discontent into our marriage either. My friend, Beth, is right. I have to talk to my fiancé, but how do you tell a man who does everything right in the bedroom that you need more–that you need him to spank you? ~ April

REVIEW: DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE follows April as she secretly wishes for something more from her relationship with her fiancé Brendan but embarrassment overrides her ability to communicate what it is she wants and needs from her man.

Told from first person point of view (April) Roz Lee blends several of her previous storyline couples into each novelette installment giving a familiarity to each successive story. DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE is a short story that focuses on spanking and discipline, and what it takes to get the kink back into April and Brendan’s life. The $ex scenes are graphic and erotic, with a little bit of anal play.

NOT VANILLA: SPANKING looks at two couples whose #$ex lives have become predictable, boring and a little too vanilla. Each of our couples looks to spanking as a form of foreplay both in and out of the bedroom. The language is sexually graphic; consent is never in question; love is the underlying premise.

Reading Order and previous reviews
Not Vanilla: Voyeurism
Not Vanilla: Bondage

Copy supplied by the author.

Reviewed by Sandy

excerpt

FIRST TIME by Jennifer Lynne

 

“Now, Grace. I’m waiting.” Impatience flares briefly in Henry’s features, and then disappears behind the stranger’s mask. This is my husband, and yet somehow it’s not.
My instinct is to immediately bend down and grab my ankles; let him do whatever he wants. The wet slickness that coats the seam between my legs is testament to how much I want to comply. My mind has yet to catch up with my body, though, and for some reason it won’t release the fear that is still holding me captive.
So I play for time and challenge him instead. “Why are you talking like that?” I know why. Of course I do, and yet these stupid questions spill out of my mouth. “Since when is that your thing?” I nod toward the paddle he’s cradling. It’s a style I would have bought myself, if I’d had the nerve. It’s quite large—a good beginner tool, because the larger head diffuses the impact. It’s made of wood, and I can see one side is cushioned with a padded leather cover. Henry is stroking that side on his palm. Clearly he loves the feel of it against his skin, and I have to confess, the thought of that leather caressing my body sends a signal straight to my sex. A breath catches in my throat as my long-dormant clit awakes with a throb.
This weekend might be just what we need, after all.
A slap echoes through the room in a loud staccato and I jump, but he’s struck his own palm, not me. I catch a sudden glitter in his eyes before it’s gone, equally fast. That glimpse shows me just how much Henry really wants this, and I shiver at the realization that I’m going to get a proper spanking tonight.
He smacks the paddle against his palm a second time, and then starts to circle around me, pacing slowly as if studying my form. He pauses when he reaches my back, and a caress meanders down my spine. It’s too rigid to be his fingers. It feels firm and yet somehow slightly squishy. Perhaps he has the paddle on its edge, angled more toward the padded leather side? Goose bumps form along the wandering trail he creates, and when he reaches my butt cheeks he keeps going, sliding the implement into my crevice and continuing the forward swipe.
I look down and see the edge poking out from my mound, and then it swivels slightly until the flat side rests against my pussy.
“Time to do what you’re told, Gracie.” His voice sounds much closer than I expect. A puff of breath warms my skin in that sensitive crick between shoulder and neck, and I arch my head almost involuntarily to one side, willing him to kiss me there. He doesn’t, but his mouth is so close my nerve endings react as if he has. Somehow, he has branded me without a single touch of his lips.

 

 

DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE by Roz Lee

 

“Babe.” Brendan’s arms enfold me against the starched white cotton covering his chest. “I knew I’d find you here.”
His heartbeat against my cheek is a reminder of how steady this man is. “I didn’t want to be alone,” I say, squeezing my arms tight around his waist. It’s like hugging a slab of marble that’s been sitting in the sun all day—solid and warm. He’s wearing my favorite aftershave, the one with base notes of nutmeg and vanilla. My body reacts instantly, softening and preparing to take him inside. For a brief second I’m ashamed the thought of breaking our engagement ever crossed my mind. I could never be happy without Brendan. The hard part will be finding a way to be happy with him.
“I showed up at your place, tired, but needing to hold you before I went to sleep, and where do I find you? At The Lone Star, dancing the night away with my best friend. I should spank your pretty little ass for that.” There’s a teasing quality to his voice I recognize even as his hand lands on my right ass cheek hard enough to make me jump.
Warmth spreads from the point of contact all the way to my pussy and out to the tips of my fingers and toes. My nipples tingle and perk up. God, that feels good. Too good. I clamp my thighs tight, and bury my face in the placket of his shirt, hoping he won’t hear the moan I can’t hold back. Blood rushes past my ears so fast the music playing is nothing more than a faint suggestion.
Wondering what is happening to my body, I clench fists full of Brendan’s shirt. He’s gone still except for the erection growing and pressing into my belly. One broad, callused hand finds flesh above the waistband of my jeans—slips lower to cup my ass skin to skin. “Christ, babe. I never thought you’d like that.”
Leave it to my man to read my reaction for what it is—flaming desire. I don’t have a clue how to play this, whatever it is. All I know is, the playful spanking lit me up. I haven’t been this horny in recent memory. Desperate to hold onto this feeling, I chance looking up and get lost in the depth of his gaze.
“You want to play this out, babe?”
God, yes. I bite my lower lip and dip my chin in a barely there nod. One hand on the small of my back, the other still cupping my ass beneath my jeans, he snuggles me closer. His chin rests on the top of my head. His unmistakable erection presses between us. My breathing matches his, shallow and rapid. I don’t really know what’s going to happen, how he intends to play this out, but knowing he’s as turned on as I am gives me courage. I can see this through if he’s with me.
“Stay with me, babe.” He slips his hand out of my pants, pushes me away. The sparkle in his eyes and the way his lips fall short of flatlining clue me in a second before he grabs my hand. “I told you not to leave the house tonight.” He grabs my purse off the table and shoves it at me. Instinctively, I clutch it to my breasts.
“You know what happens when you disobey me.”
Before I can signal my girlfriends with a wink or even an eye roll, he’s dragging me toward the front of the bar. I have no idea what happens when I disobey Brendan, but God, it promises to be good.

 

 

 

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