Friday, October 2, 2020

The Emily Tilton Weekly!

I've been pondering for a while now how I might offer more frequent and more robust content to those readers who find they can't get enough of my naughty stuff. I think this new newsletter may be the answer. It will come out weekly, and it will feature the following fun things:

  • Free Audible audiobook codes for older books, on a rotating basis.
  • Serialized novels from my catalog (the Weekly will feature a poll to help me choose which ones!).
  • Featured appearances by other authors whose work I find hot.

Because I'm so excited, I'm going to offer two MORE free older books to those who sign up and then respond to the first weekly newsletter.

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Saturday, October 19, 2019

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Saturday, July 13, 2019

This blog, and keeping in touch through my newsletter

I had some of the most wonderful times I'd ever had, or will ever have, on this blog. If you're interested in my stuff, I hope you'll click around and explore.

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Tuesday, December 5, 2017

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Featured authors: Cari Silverwood, Cynthia Sax, Renee Rose, Lee Savino, Addison Cain, Kallista Dane, Maren Smith, Ava Sinclair, Sue Lyndon, Emily Tilton, Ashe Barker, Korey Mae Johnson, Grace Goodwin, Ivy Barrett, Jane Henry, Jaye Peaches, Katie Douglas, Lili Zander, Loki Renard, Maria Monroe, Megan Michaels, Myra Danvers, Sara Fields, and Sophie Kisker
Publisher’s Note: The stories featured in this collection involve MF and MFM pairings. They include spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this box set.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

New release! The Billionaire and the Wedding Planner

With the wedding of his nineteen-year-old stepdaughter Emily fast approaching, billionaire Jason Garrons would like nothing more than for the event to bring the family together after the tragic death of Emily's mother, but constant bickering between Emily and her sister seems set to ruin any chance of that. On top of everything else, the wedding planner is getting on Jason's last nerve.

Though she jumped at the chance to plan a high-society wedding, when Maria Sali pushes Jason too far she is shocked by his reaction. After making it clear that he is done putting up with her sharp tongue and headstrong attitude, he bares her bottom and spanks her soundly in her own office. To Maria's surprise, the humiliating punishment leaves her deeply aroused, and she soon finds herself imagining what it would be like to be more thoroughly taken in hand by a man like Jason.

Maria is not the only young lady in need of stern correction, however, and when Emily's gets drunk and causes a scene at the bridal shower her fiancé decides that it is time for her to learn how a firm-handed husband deals with a naughty bride. But when the moment for Emily to walk down the aisle finally arrives, will everything go smoothly or will it all end in tears?

Publisher's Note: The Billionaire and the Wedding Planner includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Here's a tease:

Emily still couldn’t believe her ears. How could this possibly be happening? Jason couldn’t really mean to spank Georgia, could he? And he couldn’t have just threatened to spank Emily, too, if…
If what?
If Emily kept being what Georgia had earned the spanking for calling her. Emily did realize that she had taken some positions on matters having to do with the wedding that some observers might have called slightly unreasonable. But a girl only got to be a bride once. Hopefully. Emily had dreamt of her wedding day since she had seen her first princess movie. She had talked about it with Georgia, with her friends, so many times, before she had met Albright and while she was dating him, the man Emily had decided she would marry. Now that he had finally proposed, and all the talk had become reality, it had to be exactly as it was in her mind, when she had talked about it, and dreamt about it…
With Mom.
Mom had known Albright, at least, before she went into the hospital for the last time. Actually, she had seen Albright, then, for the first time since Emily and Albright had attended a preschool together than neither of them could recall, though of course Anne and Priscilla remembered it vividly—especially how Emily had poured a bucket of papier-machĂ© or something over Albright’s head.
So how could Mom have said, so close to the end, “Don’t marry him for me, Emily”?
Emily had pretended not to understand, as she stood by Anne’s hospital bed. “What are you talking about, Mom?”
“I can see it in your eyes, when you look at him. I know you think it’s all love, and I do think there’s a lot of love in it, but…” Anne’s eyes had filled with tears. Emily had taken her hand, and started to cry herself. “You need someone firm, Emily. Firmer than I could ever be with you. I don’t know if Quint…”
“Albright,” Emily had said automatically.
Anne had crooked a wry smile up at her. “I think he likes Quint.”
“But the shark movie…”
“I think he likes the shark movie.”
Then they had laughed, and the subject had thankfully dropped, and not been raised again. Emily’s final parting from her mother had been comforting and peaceful: a promise to find her truest self, and live it; a promise to accept Jason’s help in finding it; a promise to care for the people around her, to honor her mother’s legacy of loving service.
Georgia had walked from the table, her face a bright scarlet and her eyes fixed on Emily. Something in those eyes accused Emily of bringing this humiliation on her sister, but Emily also saw in Georgia’s brow a strange air of meaning, as if her younger sister were saying, I told you so.
For a moment Emily couldn’t think what it could mean, but then, with a blaze of heat in her face that exceeded even what she had felt the first time Jason had said a spanking, she remembered. Georgia had sworn that one night, just before Mom got sick, she had heard Jason spanking Mom. Georgia had said that she couldn’t figure out what could possibly be going on, that she felt sure Anne would call the police if her husband were hurting her. She had knocked on the door, and Anne had come to answer it, with a smile on her face, though Georgia said she did look like she had been crying.
That couldn’t be what Mom had meant about firmer, could it?
“Go on, Georgia,” Jason said. “Let’s get this over with.”
The younger Easton girl turned back to her stepfather. “Could I have it with my jeans on, please?” she asked.
Emily’s mouth hung open at her sister’s quiet tone, her apparent acceptance of Jason’s strange, awful bargain: continued financial support in exchange for an acceptance of some bizarre idea he had of discipline for adult women.
“No, Georgia. Having your pants taken down, or your skirt raised, for punishment is a big part of the lesson you’re going to learn.”
Emily looked at his calm face, at Georgia’s red one. “Georgia,” she said, hardly knowing where the words came from, since they were so unaccustomed to come from her mouth, “I’m sorry. I’ll talk to Priscilla.”
“Yes, you will,” Jason said. “But your sister is getting spanked for what she did, not what you did. After her spanking, you can go to her room to comfort her, and talk it over, and she can apologize to you, too, for what she decided to say. Right now, Georgia, you need to get your naughty backside upstairs, and do as you’ve been told.”
Tears were forming in Georgia’s eyes as she turned to obey. Emily said, “May I comfort her now?” hearing in her voice a respectful tone and not knowing from where it had come.
“No,” Jason said. “Georgia needs to think about what she did, before she’s spanked.”
Georgia gave a little sob at that, and ran up the stairs.
Emily, chewing on the inside of her cheek, stared at her plate, utterly at a loss as how to respond to what seemed a strange but unavoidable new reality. Jason’s voice called her from her reverie.
“If you need a spanking in the future, Emily. I’m going to give you a choice. I can give it, or I can tell Quint, and see what he decides.”
She felt her brow pucker as the warmth again mounted into her cheeks. Anger blazed up alongside whatever else her suddenly wayward mind had decided to produce. She looked up at Jason and did her best to keep her voice steady, and to fill it with scorn. “Quint—I mean, Albright—would never spank me.”
“Well, then,” Jason said, seeming maddeningly amiable now, “you’ll want to have me tell him, won’t you?”
“No, I…” Why had she said that? She returned her eyes to the lovely swordfish Jason had made for this special dinner, which she saw now she had ruined, and she felt tears of her own starting in them.
“You don’t have to decide now,” he said, and now his voice even sounded kind. “But if you’re going to continue to be what your sister called you, you should probably think it over.”

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

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Revenge Served Hot by Sophie Kisker
“Sir? If I promise to obey you in every way, will you keep me safe from him?”
He took a step back, then turned away from me. I risked a glance up. His fists were clenched tight, and when I looked at the side of his face, I saw the vein that always popped out when he was stressed or upset. My question had gotten to him.
“Are you sure you’d be safer with me than with him?”
I took a moment to answer. “Yes. I am.”
He let out a breath and turned back to me.
“I’m not the man you thought you knew. I am not a nice man. I won’t promise to be fair. I will punish you sometimes just because I enjoy hearing you cry. There won’t be any safe words. And forget about any tenderness.”
My mind flashed back to my dreams. “But I’ll be alive.”
He drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yes.”
A weight that I didn’t realize I was holding slid off me. I had a protector on my side. Now I had to hold up my end of the deal.
The Arms I Run To by Stevie MacFarlane
J.R. watched her. God she was beautiful and oh so foolish. She was taunting him, angry because he knew all her secrets. Still, it was not necessary to put herself in any more danger than she already had. Then he did something he never did, something completely against the rules. He keyed his mic, flipped a switch that connected him to her office and only her office.
“Put is out, Miss Bradley,” he said in warning. “Smoking is bad for you.”
She laughed; a bitter sound that rubbed against his nerves like sandpaper.
“This whole place is bad for me,” she snorted indelicately. “Don’t act like you don’t know what’s going on here,” she jeered. “You’re all nothing but a pack of miserable lap dogs, spying for your master. Fuck you…whatever your name is.” Her voice trailed off as she turned away.
She heard the faint hum stop and knew he’d disconnected. Bastard! Walking to the bathroom she tossed the butt of her smoke into the toilet and flushed it away. Unfortunately the jerk was right.