Top 10 Facts about Spanked by the Bad Boy by London Saint James

Title: Spanked by the Bad Boy
Series: Bad Boy Fever
Author: London Saint James
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release Date: November 4, 2014
 Genre: Contemporary, erotic romance, suspense, thriller, spanking
Heat level: 5
Word count – 49k
Cover art by Mina Carter

As the personal assistant to the owner of one of the top engineering firms in Denver, Tiffany Brooks has worked hard at maintaining a professional façade, intent on ridding herself of terrible habits—like her attraction to bad boys. But when the owner of DC Construction rides his chopper into her world two years after their one-time anonymous sexual encounter, everything turns upside down.

Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting impression, especially with women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub Engineering never remembers his name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her sexier than sin body, and an infuriating prissy attitude, Ms. Brooks is begging to be taken into hand, and he’s the man to do it.

Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will Tiffany give in to her desire for him yet again, or will her past come back to haunt them both and ruin their chance at something real?

Spanked by the Bad Boy Top 10 Facts

  1. Declan Cage—a man with some rough edges that’s got a heart hidden beneath the bad boy façade.
  2. Tiffany Brooks—someone who has allowed her abusive past to shape her dealings with people, especially with men.
  3. Declan—intrigued by Ms. Brooks.
  4. Tiffany—so wants to deny her attraction to Mr. Cage.
  5. Declan and Tiffany—heat things up between them.
  6. Declan—isn’t going to let Tiffany brush him off.
  7. Tiffany—finds out there’s more than meets the eye when it comes to Declan.
  8. Declan—will do whatever it takes to have a relationship with Tiffany.
  9. Tiffany—the past comes back to haunt her in more ways than one.
  10. Declan and Tiffany—achieve something real.


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“Straddle me, sugar,” he said in a sandpaper voice, all grit.Willing to go where she knew she shouldn’t tread, she did what he asked, throwing

one leg over his lap, knees sinking into the leather cushion on either side of his denim

clad thighs. His hands went to her hips. Slid down farther, where he stopped. His

fingertips touched her flesh. Using his thumbs, he stroked the front of her thighs,

undoing her. Shivers traversed her arms and legs. Her sex pulsed.

He inched her skirt up, working until the fabric bunched around her waist. When cool

air struck the back of her thighs, one side of his mouth quirked up. He appeared pleased

with himself for exposing her panties.

“I’ll give you exactly what you crave,” he said and ripped the thong from her body.

Tiffany sucked in a breath. He threw the tattered silk to the floor with his right hand

while flicking her clit ring with the forefinger of his left. “Nice adornment.” He tugged on

her piercing, giving her the right amount of pressure. “But you need me to scratch your

itch, don’t you, baby?”

She’d come too far to lie about what she needed now. Nodding, she whispered,


He chuckled, and the sound was a flashpoint of sensation added to the slow stroke of

the fingers he’d slipped between her crease.

She leaned forward, hand resting on the top of the sofa by his head, and kissed him.

While their tongues tangled, he rubbed her, his other hand going to her hair where he

tugged the clip, releasing the long strands. They tumbled down her back in time with his

palm curling around the base of her neck, claiming her.

Oh, she liked the way he took possession. Everything feminine inside her needed the

pure maleness of him.

Tiffany nibbled at his bottom lip, pulling scant inches from his mouth. “You make me

burn,” she admitted.

“The feeling is mutual,” he said and plunged a finger inside of her.

“Ahh, yeah,” she uttered her approval.

He shoved his finger deeper. “You’re so wet.”


Her hand went to his bulging crotch. She squeezed him through his jeans. He

groaned. With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his fly, freeing his thick cock from the

denim. When the heavy head rested in her palm, she smiled. He was fantastic, and she’d

known from past experience he’d be commando.

Wrapping her fingers around the base of his superb erection, she began to pump him.


“Hell, yes,” he said and fingered her in earnest, inserting another. His thumb pressed

hard against her clitoris, sending heated spikes of sensation through her body.

She moaned, spreading the silken pre-cum leaking from him with her fingertip and

licking her lips. Tiffany wanted to taste him. Put her lips over the crown. Skim her

mouth along his shaft. Take him down the back of her throat. She swallowed, knowing

the feeling when she took him inside her pussy would be even better. She needed to

experience her sex stretched over the head of his dick again. The fiery invasion. The

awareness of being totally filled when he pressed into her tight channel.

Her chest heaving, she mumbled, “Condom.”

“Sorry, sugar. We’ll have to settle for this,” he said. Declan removed his fingers from

her body and tugged her hips down on him before he placed his steel between her

feminine folds. “Slide your sweetness along the length of my cock.”

Oh, God. She was so slick, she easily made the glide up and down, her chest rubbing

against his.

In the next instant, he splayed his large hands across her ass, pulling her against him

even tighter. This was good, sex without penetration, something she’d never done

before, and the delicious sensation had her nipples pebbled hard against the material of

her bra, but when he flicked out his tongue, everything got better. She moaned and gave

him access to her neck, where he wasted no time and tickled the hollow of her throat

before he nipped at the soft flesh with his teeth. She shivered.

“There you go.” The vibration of his deep voice sent a wave of pleasure across the

canvas of her flesh. Every part of her body hungered for his touch. He slapped her ass.

She jumped and lost her rhythm—taken aback. “Faster,” he demanded, and she didn’t

have time to consider if she liked the swat or not. He spanked her again. “Move your fine


She complied, sliding herself up and down. He slapped her ass once more, but this

time the sensation sent a buzz to her already-stimulated clit. The joy spreading across

her caught— a wildfire.

“Again,” she uttered in a breathy voice.

“Like that, do you?”

God help her, she did.

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London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

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Inside Look with Joya Fields author of Sidelined Afterlife

I have Joya Fields back today and she’s sharing her latest release, Sidelined Afterlife. It’s the 3rd in her Hauntings at Inner Harbor series. Joya first stopped by with the 2nd in the series, Altered Frequency. She’s back today talking about the magic of Thunderstorms and Rain. Plus, she has a excerpt and giveaway too. Enjoy!

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(Hauntings at Inner Harbor #3)

by: Joya Fields

Published December 24, 2013

Publisher: Decadent Publishing


Psychic medium Veronica Matthews hates being able to communicate with the dead and the nearly departed.  What good is it if she can’t lead the police to the victims of violent crimes before they die? But when her neighbor comes to her for help, she’s torn—until she understands that the ghost haunting him is more dangerous than any she’s encountered….

After losing his wife in a tragic accident, ER doctor Hunter Anderson’s only solace is his work and a ghost is jeopardizing that. Turning to his neighbor seems like his only choice, but spending time with the passionate woman, and her sassy attitude, might do more than save his life…

She can’t risk her heart. He’s afraid to love and lose again. Can a ghost help these two souls to live again?

Thunderstorms and Rain

Thanks very much for having me on your blog today, S.J. I’m thrilled to be here and to share my new release, Sidelined Afterlife. It’s the third novel in my Hauntings at InnerHarbor series where each book features a different couple dealing with their haunted apartment building. No worries if you haven’t read the first two books, it is a standalone, too.

Because Sidelined Afterlife begins with a fierce-but-short thunderstorm, I thought I’d touch on the subject. Are you one of those people who love a good summer thunderstorm? I am! So are the characters in the book.

A good storm usually begins with a darkening sky. Then, a warm breeze kicks up, rustling leaves and hinting at what’s to come. Next, there’s a rumble of thunder in the distance that sends everyone running for cover. A flash of lightning. Then, the sky opens up and the rain pours down. There’s something about the energy that fills the atmosphere, makes it almost magical to watch.

Except if you’re caught out in it. But…if you’re like Veronica, the heroine of Sidelined Afterlife, maybe you like being out in the storm. For her, it washes her worries and stress away. Sure, her hair is flattened to her neck and her clothes are soaked. Instead of being bothered by it, though, she finds it liberating and cleansing.

And how about that smell after the storm passes? So clean and fresh. Maybe the end of the storm even brings a rainbow. Mother Nature loves to remind us of her power and creativity, doesn’t she?

That energy is exactly why I think thunderstorms fit so well into ghost stories. Power can go out during a storm, or maybe the air holds the charge of the nearby lightning. Something feels different. Maybe this lightning is exactly what makes a vortex open…or brings a different feeling to the atmosphere that’s welcoming to spirits.

Maybe the reason I really enjoy thunderstorms goes back to childhood. On rainy or stormy summer days (with no air conditioning), my sisters and I would take over the huge covered porch with our toys. The limited space forced us to get creative and we found lots of ways to play old games with new twists while the rain poured beside us, creating a musical background of sorts. 

Thanks for stopping by today. I’d love to hear about your favorite thunderstorm memory.


“I am an idiot. The biggest idiot ever. If you want me to pierce something for you, to prove I’m an idiot, I have some sterilized instruments upstairs in my apartment.”

Her tongue poked against her cheek, signaling a laugh that wanted to erupt. Suddenly, he really wanted to be the one who could make her laugh. “Maybe I could do your lower lip?”

Her short laugh erupted. A sweet, melodic sound that filled the small apartment.

His gaze stayed on that full mouth and he lifted his fingers closer, compelled to touch her.      She stared at him with wide eyes as he traced the corner of her mouth lightly with his finger.

“I’m a liar. I could never tarnish something as beautiful as this.”

Christ. What a line. Where had those words come from? But he meant it.

Her breath was hot against his finger as he traced the line of her lower lip. Her gaze held his. His stomach growled again, breaking the spell, and she blinked and leaned against the sofa.

“You know what? We never had dessert,” she said.

He had room for dessert. But not the food kind. He swallowed to quell his appetite for her. “Uh…how about I make an ice cream run? Then we’ll get to work.” Enough of this temptation. He needed to get away from her, from this pull she had on his body and emotions.

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Joya Fields has had over 100 stories and articles published in local and national magazines. Her debut novel, a romantic suspense, was a NJRW GOLDEN LEAF WINNER FOR BEST FIRST BOOK OF 2012 and was nominated for RT Book Reviews 2012 Indie Press/Self-Published Contemporary Romance award. Since then, she’s published four more books with even more on the way.

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Interview and Giveaway: Altered Frequency by Joya Fields

Please help me welcome Joya Fields. She’s here today with the details on her latest release, Altered Frequency. She’s answered a bunch of questions from me, she’s so interesting. Plus, she’s kindly offered two GIVEAWAYS. See it all below. 🙂

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Hauntings at Inner Harbor #2

by Joya Fields

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length: 137 pages
Released: May 17th 2013
Publisher: Decadent Publishing


After losing her father and brother in the line of duty, Missy Prescott vows never to get involved with anyone who has a dangerous job. Blessed with a golden voice, she takes a job as a disc jockey with her own late-night lovelorn dedication show on a popular radio station in Baltimore.

Blake Decker has never had a family. He has come to count on the only family he knows—his brothers on the police force. He’s a one-night-stand kind of guy when it comes to relationships.

Betty McAllister, the caring woman who used to live in Missy’s apartment, is now a ghost. She refuses to cross over until Blake—whom she viewed as her own son—is happily in love. She thinks Missy is the perfect girl for him.

Missy and Blake need to keep each other at a distance as they work together to help Betty find a way to cross over. But when danger lurks, will Missy and Blake lose everything?


What was the first book to make a lasting impression on you?

What a great question. I read lots of books growing up, but I think the book that made the most lasting impression on me was the first book in the Little House on the Prairie series. I think it was Little House in the Big Woods. I just loved reading about Laura Ingalls and her Pa. Their family endured so much hardship, but Laura sure had a can-do attitude.

Laura Ingalls, that brings back some fabulous reading memories of my own. Which one of your characters would you NOT like to meet in real life?

Well, I would certainly NOT want to meet the evil presence from Hereafter (Hauntings at Inner Harbor, Book 1). It’s dark, scary…and wants to hurt the heroine. Heck, I watch horror movies from behind my hands. I definitely don’t want to meet a scary paranormal being.

Good choice, no thank you, lol. Which one of your characters would you most like to meet in real life?

While book one in the series has some scary paranormal activity, Altered Frequency (Hauntings at Inner Harbor, Book 2), has a very different tone because of a matchmaking ghost. I pictured someone like Betty White. So I would love to meet Betty McAlister, the ghost, because I think she’d be a hoot. I’d sure like to meet Betty White in person, too.

I would too. She’s fabulous inspiration for a character, love it. What turns you on creatively?

Injustice. I know that sounds strange, but when I hear about an injustice, or view one, I want to highlight it and bring it to people’s attention through a fictional story. Often, my characters have a disability, or something that makes them have to work harder at abilities the rest of us take for granted.

That’s very admirable. What quality do you most admire in a friend?

Good listening skills. Sometimes you don’t want opinions or suggestions, you know? You just want someone to listen. So I think a good friend knows when to sit quietly and let you vent. Lots of my characters are good listeners.

I totally agree. Allowing someone to vent and know that’s all they need is a venerable quality. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?

Farming. I love being outside, admire the hard work it takes to raise crops and livestock, and enjoy seeing progress when I work. My kids were in 4-H when they were kids, and I think I had more fun than they did raising pigs and chickens and growing vegetables.

I too admire their hard work and I’ve heard many good things about 4-H. I’d love to spend all day in my yard tending my gardens. What is your greatest extravagance?

A bubble bath with candles. Sooooo relaxing.

I haven’t had the opportunity for a nice long bath in a long time. Calgon take me away, lol. What is your motto?

I like borrowing Henry Ford’s motto and I have it taped near my computer.  “Whether you think you can, or whether you think you can’t, you’re right.”

That’s a great quote of Henry Ford’s. He also wrote another of my favorites: Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently. What are some of the challenges you’ve faced as a writer?

Another great question. I seem to be able to write books pretty quickly, but it’s the revisions that take me a while to complete. Lucky for me, I have great critique partners who step in and help me make the stories the best they can be. Other than that, I’ve been very lucky and haven’t faced too many writing challenges.

Revisions can be tough, especially when you realize a large change is needed. I often stumble at this point, but once I let the change soak in and get over the shock at face value, it often isn’t as horrible as I originally made it out to be, lol. What is the one thing you do after finishing a story?

High five our pug, Peanut! And then we go for a celebratory walk. Since I work from home, she’s the only one around, and she gets very excited when I say “the end!” Or…on second thought, maybe she gets excited about the part where I say, “want to go for a walk?” haha. Then, I get back to writing.

That’s awesome. Peanut is such a cute name for a pug. Tell us a bit about the projects you are working on now?

Thanks very much for asking! I just received a contract for book 3 in the Hauntings at Inner Harbor series, so we’ll be working on those edits soon. My work-in-progress is a farm trilogy. Hot, sexy, muscular guys who are working hard to keep their family farm in business. I’m having a lot of fun visiting local farms in Maryland for the research on these books.

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Joya Fields has had over 100 stories and articles published in local and national magazines. Her debut novel, a romantic suspense, was a NJRW GOLDEN LEAF WINNER FOR BEST FIRST BOOK OF 2012 and was nominated for RT Book Reviews 2012 Indie Press/Self-Published Contemporary Romance award. She’s since released three more books.

Over the years, Joya has taught arts and crafts, worked in public relations, owned a daycare center, helped her children raise prize-winning 4-H livestock, competed in three marathons, and even spent a year as a Baltimore Colts cheerleader. Joya loves spending time with her high school sweetheart/husband of over twenty-five years, two very supportive children, and a pug who follows her everywhere.

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Spotlight: His Allure, Her Passion by Juliana Haygert

I have all the details today on Juliana Haygerts latest book, His Allure, Her Passion. Click the pretty cover to see it on Goodreads. In this post you’ll find all the different ways to connect with Juliana, also the blurb, an excerpt, and the Rafflecopter code for the blitz giveaway, and the buy links. Enjoy.

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by Juliana Haygert

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Publication date: March 20, 2013
Publisher: Decadent Publishing

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In his father’s eyes, Dylan Deveraux is just a playboy spending the family fortune on prostitutes, alcohol, and fast cars. And it isn’t even with the cars his father produces. Because of that, his father forbids his presence at the ball that will mark the launch of the US plant of his company, strategically scheduled on Valentine’s Day.

Hayley Allen is a failing model with the worse luck in the world. She always ends up in the hands of cruel designers and photographers. At least, that’s what she tells herself. Better than admit having a weak nervous system that always reacted during her gigs. Desperate, she would do anything to help her career.

Dylan shows up at her door, wasted as usual. Friends for a long time, Hayley is the only one able to put up with Dylan’s bullshit, and he appreciates that, but not the way her heart wants.

Even though he doesn’t believe in Valentine’s Day, Dylan has an idea for his father’s ball. When he suggests a deal to Hayley, a deal that could finally put her in the spotlight of success and help him impress his father, she doesn’t hesitate. Even if it means hurting her heart a little more.


On tiptoes, Dylan crossed the short corridor and found Hayley sleeping on the couch. She looked peaceful, but he doubted she was really comfortable there. The pillow was on the floor, the comforter pressed in between her legs and arms, as if she was hugging it, her delicate feet propped on the arm of the couch. Her long amber hair fell around her shoulders, her tank top had ridden up, showing a piece of her soft midriff skin, and her breasts barely fit inside her tight top.

Shit. He turned his back to her, ashamed at having stared at her body.

But it was such a nice body, how could he resist? He peeked at her over his shoulder. He didn’t understand how she wasn’t a famous model yet. She was so, so beautiful.

He smiled, remembering the first time he saw her. They were at a party, and he spent over six hours trying to woo her, but she didn’t fall for his bullshit. No girl had ever resisted him—except Hayley. She was the first and only. And that’s how their friendship was born. Even though his instinct was to try and kiss her and sleep with her each time he saw her, Dylan had found a true friend in her, and for that he put his physical needs aside. She was the only one who understood his problems, his dark moments, who endured him, who saw past the bullshit, and didn’t throw herself at him. More importantly, she didn’t care about his fortune.

Hayley stirred, moaned, and opened her eyes. “What are you smiling about?”

Was he smiling?  “Nothing.” He sat in an armchair beside the couch. As she sat up, she pulled the comforter up to hide herself. “Hey, hmm, sorry. I didn’t mean to take your bed.”

“I know.” She smiled and her green eyes shone.

“Was I too much of a jerk?”

“The usual.”

Their eyes locked and she lost her smile. There was so much he wanted to tell her, so much shit about his life, but he was always afraid he’d push her away if she found out every one of his little messes. Wouldn’t it be better, though? For her? To be away from him and his bad influence? But then who would give him pep talks and receive drunken him with open arms in the wee hours of the night? Who would tell him everything would be okay? Who would give him a hug when he was down because of his brother? He had driven many, many times from Princeton to New York just to have one of those hugs.

She was one of those rare jewels and he couldn’t afford to lose her.

Feeling like a coward, Dylan averted his gaze.


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Juliana Haygert

Juliana is a Brazilian girl living in Connecticut.

She would love to be Wonder Woman, Cheetara, Elektra, Buffy, Phoebe, She-ra, Rose, Korra, Cornelia, a blood elf shadow priest, and other various kick-ass female from books, comics, TV series, movies, and games, but she settles for—the less exciting but equally gratifying life—a wife, mother, friend and a writer. Her heroines are like the ones cited above and she also writes about the heroes who drive them crazy—and occasionally hot.

Since her first stories, she wrote about 20-something year old protagonists, and today she’s part of NA Alley, a blog dedicated to New Adult.

Spotlight: Her Heart’s Secret Wish by Juliana Haygert

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Juliana Haygert

Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release Date: TODAY! 12/12/12
Genre: NA contemporary romance
Length: 13,000 words

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With a renowned reputation as a player, she had everything figured out…
Twenty-year-old college student, Natasha is the life of every party and the reason behind many celebrations. The easiest girl on campus has all guys at her feet and more than a few in her bed.
…until he came into the game…
Having entered the academic world by chance, Professor Jason Stone is surprised to find one of his young students a huge temptation. The infamous Natasha has caught his attention. But is there more to her than meets the eye?
…and changed the rules.
As their unexpected friendship grows, so does their attraction to each other. When Jason’s Christmas plans are canceled and he ends up at the same party as Natasha, sparks flare, destroying the safe zone around them. Will they figure out how to break through their self-imposed barriers to be together, or lose one another forever?


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About the Author: Juliana Haygert

Juliana is a Brazilian girl living in Connecticut.

She would love to be Wonder Woman, Cheetara, Elektra, Buffy, Phoebe, She-ra, Rose, Korra, Cornelia, a blood elf shadow priest, and other various kick-ass female from books, comics, TV series, movies, and games, but she settles for—the less exciting but equally gratifying life—a wife, mother, friend and a writer. Her heroines are like the ones cited above and she also writes about the heroes who drive them crazy—and occasionally hot.

Since her first stories, she wrote about 20-something year old protagonists, and today she’s part of NA Alley, a blog dedicated to New Adult.