“Brackford Hall”: A Review
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Bundles, Re-tellings, and Evil Princesses: the latest from Lianah Morgan!
Dear Readers,
Please accept my sincerest apologies for going AWOL this fall. Sometimes Real Life leaves no room for Smut Life! I’d just like to update you all on a few things:
New Value Bundles!
If you’ve been holding off on picking up the Stacy or Brackford books after enjoying the samples here, you might be interested in these new bundles.
Spanking Stacy: Books One & Two Value Bundle: Includes Stacy and the Father of the Bride as well as Stacy’s Room. Just $3.99! Buy Links: Amazon | Nook | Smashwords | AllRomance | (Coming Soon to Google Play)
Praise for Stacy and the Father of the Bride: “Wow. I won’t ruin anything, but damn is this story hot. I mean scorching hot. ” — Amazon Reviews
“This is a quick, hot read. Very well written and so so naughty. Highly recommend for lovers of erotica. Loved it!” — Amazon Reviews
…and be on the look out for Book 3!
Brackford Hall: Books One & Two Value Bundle: Includes Brackford Hall and Return to Brackford. Just $3.99! Buy Link: Amazon (this bundle is Amazon exclusive until Book One’s KDP exclusivity period expires).
Praise for Return to Brackford: “If you like stories of public upper class society with secrets behind closed doors, you’ll love this. Lady in the streets / slut in the sheets is this story to a tee.” — Amazon Reviews
A New Re-Telling!
If you’ve never read Meet the Jansens and you like your erotica with a bit more diversity, you might just enjoy Meet the Johnsons, an interracial re-telling of my very first release. Meet the Johnsons is available to borrow for FREE through the Kindle Unlimited program.
Meet the Jansens (the original, also available to borrow on KU!)
A New Original Fairy Tale Adaptation!
Based on the turn-of-the-century fairy tale The Necklace of Princess Fiorimonde by Mary de Morgan, Fiorimonde’s Necklace (Book One) is a NAUGHTY adaptation available exclusively on Amazon for $2.99 or FREE through Kindle Unlimited.
What’s more, at midnight on November 10th, Fiorimonde’s Necklace will be available for just 99 cents! On the 13th, the price will hike up to $1.99, and on November 17th, the price will go back to $2.99. Don’t miss your chance to save when you meet the evil Princess Fiorimonde!
Upcoming Originals!
Week of November 10th: The Family Business: Book Two — In which Uncle Don bends Kelly over the hood of his hot rod. Watch this space for a cover reveal and preview! (Read book one: Amazon | Nook | Smashwords | AllRomance | Google Play )
Thanks for reading!
Love,
Lianah
An Excerpt From Stacy’s Room, the latest from Lianah Morgan
From my latest release, Stacy’s Room:
Stacy nodded again. The buzzing sound came back. Without even unbuttoning her shorts, Mr. McCormick slipped the vibrator down into her panties, positioning it precisely against her clit. The tight shorts kept the vibrator snugly in place and Stacy flailed, unable to handle the sensation mixed with Mr. McCormick actually being in her room, inches away.
Without warning, he took Stacy roughly by the wrist and bent her arm behind her back.
“Give me the other one, you naughty slut,” Mr. McCormick ordered. Obediently, Stacy placed her other hand behind her back. Silk rubbed against silk again as he bound her hands behind her with what Stacy assumed was another piece of black fabric identical to the one covering her eyes. With both hands tied behind her back, her eyes blindfolded, and the little vibrator buzzing snugly against her clit, Stacy could barely contain the orgasm she felt was finally near. Her body trembled and shook, and remaining upright became an arduous task. Mr. McCormick loomed over her.
“Don’t you dare come, little girl. Show Daddy that you have some self-control.”
Stacy tried hard to comply, but her body was hungry for release and she couldn’t stop herself from quaking. The vibrator buzzed against her silken folds and her panties became soaked with the wetness gushing forth from her throbbing pussy. Stacy gritted her teeth and did her best to stave off her climax, but it was impossible. Waves of pleasure wracked her body. Unable to take it anymore, she cried out and doubled over in pleasure, feeling guilty all the while. Her arms struggled against their bonds as Stacy tried in vain to reach around and remove the vibrator from her panties before it drove her insane.
At last, Mr. McCormick wrapped his arms around Stacy’s waist and stood her upright. He slid his hand down into her shorts and removed the vibrator, clicking it off as he did so. Stacy kept trembling, out of anticipation or guilt—she wasn’t sure.
“What did Daddy tell you, Stacy?”
“Not to come. I’m so sorry Daddy, I tried—”
“No excuses. I’m afraid I’m going to have to discipline you. Self-control is going to be very important for you in the coming years, Stacy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered.
She heard him plunk down on a cardboard box behind her. Unable to see or move her hands, Stacy wasn’t entirely sure what to do next. She stood where she was, awkwardly wobbling to keep her balance, until Mr. McCormick grabbed her by the bonds that held her wrists together and pulled her toward him. He reached around to unfasten her shorts and then tugged them down around her thighs.
“Bend over Daddy’s lap, little girl,” he commanded.
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An Excerpt from ‘Return to Brackford’
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Welcome to Sample Sunday! Thanks for coming by. Here’s a selection from Return to Brackford (Brackford Hall Book 2):
When Charles reached the door to Lady Charlotte’s bedroom, he didn’t bother to knock, or even to peep through the keyhole. He shoved the key into the lock and burst into the room. It took Andrew a moment to realize what was happening before he shoved himself off of Lady Charlotte, sputtering.
“This…isn’t what it looks like!”
Lady Charlotte examined her fingernails.
“Don’t be stupid, darling. It’s exactly what it looks like.”
The dark-haired woman’s droll tone and lack of remorse took Charles by surprise. Unthinking, he whirled on her and opened his mouth to scold, or perhaps to shout, but the words died in his throat as he caught sight of his sister’s cousin-by-marriage.
Raven hair fell against creamy skin which stood in stark contrast to the deep red bedspread. Lady Charlotte’s peach-colored silk undergarments were pulled partly down, stretched taut between her thighs, looking as though they might rip in two. Charles curled his lip in disgust and he tore his eyes away from Charlotte to glare at his brother-in-law.
“Couldn’t even wait to get her knickers down, could you?” he leered.
Andrew huffed even as he clumsily donned his pajama shirt and started to fumble with the buttons.
“How dare you!” Andrew spat.
“How dare I? Are you honestly standing in judgment of me? When your wife is down the hall, alone, while you carry on with your slut of a cousin?”
Charlotte looked up.
“I’m not a slut.”
“You could have fooled me. And Harry Beaumont as well.” Charlotte gasped. “Oh yes. I know all about that. Does he?”
Charles jabbed his thumb towards Andrew as he raked his eyes over Charlotte’s nearly naked body, making her squirm under his appraisal. Andrew, having tugged on his pants and dressing gown, made for the door.
“Where are you going?”
“I—I thought I had better leave.”
“You’re going to duck out of the room and leave me alone, naked, in a room with a man I barely know? Honestly, Andrew.”
“Yes. Honestly, Andrew,” Charles mocked them.
“You needn’t be so horrid,” Charlotte snapped.
“I’m sorry. Exactly how should I treat my sister’s knave of a husband and his mistress?”
Charlotte sighed and reached for the coverlet. As she dragged it up to her breasts, Charles fisted the other end of it and yanked it away.
“No. Stay as you are.”
“What?”
“I said stay as you are.”
“You must be mad.”
“Not at all.”
Charlotte chanced a glance at Charles’s midsection. His pants were straining against his very obvious erection. Charlotte smirked.
“I see.” she cooed. “Perhaps you ought to dismount your high horse. Haven’t you got a fiancé in London?”
Charles gulped. He couldn’t think for the tightness in his pants. Andrew hovered awkwardly by the door with his hand on the knob, but not turning it. He watched in shock as Charlotte crawled to where Charles stood menacingly at the foot of the bed.
“So what is your plan, exactly?” she asked, rising up in front of Charles, her knickers still stretched taut between her thighs. “Are you going to run down the hall and get her right now? Are you going to bring a photographer next time? Are you going to be responsible for rubbing your dear sister’s face in this?”
Charles fiddled his thumb and fingers together. Andrew held his breath. Charlotte, bold and wonderful, knelt proudly at the end of the bed, eye-to-eye with Olivia’s indignant brother.
“No. I’ve suddenly got a better idea.” Charles kept his eyes locked on Charlotte as he motioned to Andrew.
“Brother, why don’t you stop being ridiculous and get back on the bed?”
“Wh-what?” Andrew stuttered.
“I think it looks rather comfortable, don’t you? Take your clothes off and lie down.”
Andrew’s feet began to move before he thought much of where Charles was leading them. He reached the bed, stripped, and then laid down upon it, his legs dangling off the edge. Charles wiggled his eyebrows at Charlotte.
“Go on then.”
“What?”
He reached out and tugged her knickers to her knees.
“Go on, then. Go to him. Straddle him.”
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Throwback Taboo Tuesday
From my debut release:
Guy noted with pleasure that Chrissy was the perfect height to be taken over the counter. Suddenly afraid that she would run away after his forceful outburst, Guy reached for his boxers. Before he could get his hands on them, Chrissy spun around. Guy froze. They were standing so close to one another that her perky nipples grazed him through her t-shirt. She touched the tip of her tongue to the top of her lip, and as she slowly began to kneel down before Guy in the small space between his body and the counter she said,
“No. Let me.”
Chrissy tugged Guy’s boxers down to his knees and freed his aching cock while he looked down at her in complete shock. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips again as she wrapped her hand around the base of his erection.
While Guy gripped her shoulders for balance, Chrissy slid her mouth over the veins and ridges of his cock, moving tantalizingly slowly. Guy placed his trembling hand upon the nape of Chrissy’s neck and pushed her ever so slightly, encouraging her to take more and more of him in her mouth—but not so much that she might choke. Guy didn’t want to do anything to break the strange spell that had taken hold in his kitchen. He glanced at their reflection in the sliding glass patio doors and groaned with pleasure at the sight of Chrissy on her knees before him, taking him eagerly in her mouth as the blue water of the pool’s lights cast an eerie glow on the entire tableau.
As Chrissy sucked and licked and preened for him, Guy felt himself losing control. He wanted to slam his cock into Chrissy’s face, to debase her, but he held back. He’d probably never get another chance to fuck anyone as young and hot and maybe tight as she was sure to be, and he didn’t want to ruin it. Chrissy peered up at him with her mouth full of his cock and smiled. She swirled her tongue wantonly around his sensitive tip, rising up and down on her knees as she pleasured him. Guy nearly came at the sight, but he continued to restrain himself. With one hand still placed gently on the back of Chrissy’s bobbing head, Guy gripped the counter for balance with the other. He gasped at the sensation when Chrissy slowly drew his entire penis into her mouth without gagging at all. He grabbed her head with both hands and held her there for a moment; his entire cock sheathed in her mouth, feeling more powerful than he had in years.
Overcome, Guy shut his eyes, wondering if he could will himself to come down her throat. She deserved it.
Chrissy grunted and squirmed, drawing him out of his reverie. Guy opened his eyes and yanked his hands away, mortified. Her mouth began to slip away from his throbbing erection.
“I’m sorry–I…” he sputtered.
“Shh,” she cooed, smiling up at him as he sprang free of her mouth.
Guy felt panic rising in his throat. Surely this was some kind of a trick—a test of some sort—and now he would surely have to pay for violating his stepson’s girlfriend. He wondered if she would scream.
Instead, she slid her wet, pink lips back over his cock. She moved faster now, sucking harder and harder, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat as Guy’s body tightened. He felt a knot of heat in his loins and knew that he only had a few seconds before he found his release.
“Oh, god damn,” he gasped. Guy grabbed Chrissy’s head roughly and shoved himself fully back into her throat, thrusting gently. He heard her gag a little. Power coursed through Guy’s body then; and raw energy pulsed through his veins as he began to climax. His cock spasmed inside Chrissy’s mouth and throat. Somehow, Guy still managed to be shocked when Chrissy gulped and swallowed without so much as a cough. She deserved a reward.
Guy released his grip on Chrissy’s head, and she eagerly ran her tongue up and down the length of him, looking up for approval as she did so. He waited until she lapped up every last drop of his seed before finally saying,
“Good girl.”
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#SatSpanks – June 14th
Excerpt from ‘Stacy’s Room,’ the upcoming sequel to ‘Stacy and the Father of the Bride:’
“Unable to see or move her hands, Stacy wasn’t entirely sure what to do next until Mr. McCormick grabbed her by the bonds that held her wrists together and pulled her toward him. He reached around to unfasten her shorts and then tugged them down around her thighs.
“Bend over Daddy’s lap, little girl,” he commanded.
Stacy moved one bare foot to feel out exactly where he was and then bent over Mr. McCormick’s lap. She was wearing the same black lace panties she’d worn to Amber’s wedding, which seemed fitting. With no way to know what Mr. McCormick was doing, Stacy couldn’t help but brace herself for impact. She clenched her buttocks—mostly involuntarily—and waited. Just as she began to relax, Mr. McCormick’s hand struck her bottom with a loud smack. ”
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“I’m sorry sweetie, but you need to be a taught a lesson. I don’t know what’s gotten into you.”
Before she could say anything else, Don raised his hand and brought it back down upon her bottom with a loud, hard smack. Kelly clenched her muscles instinctively. It worked, somewhat, but her ass still stung and tingled in the place where Don had spanked it. To Kelly’s surprise, she found that the sensation was not entirely unpleasant. In fact, she almost enjoyed it, but Don had noticed the tightening of her muscles as his hand connected with Kelly’s bottom, and he wasn’t happy.
“Don’t you dare try to make your punishment hurt less, Kel-Kel. How are you going to learn your lesson if you can’t feel the consequences?”
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Thanks for swinging by for #SatSpanks! The above is an excerpt from my latest release, The Family Business. A longer sample can be found here.
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An Excerpt from ‘The Family Business’
(Author’s Note: Don is not actually Kelly’s uncle. He’s her father’s childhood best friend.)
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“I’m not a bad girl, Uncle Don. I’m a very good girl.” She rolled her body ever so slightly, making him shudder. The pounding of her heart and the sheer terror of getting caught gave her a thrill that made her shiver with desire. Don fiddled with the stocking ribbons again as he admonished her.
“Are you really? Do good girls come into their Daddy’s offices dressed up like sluts?”
Kelly bit her lip briefly and then looked down at him with a “who me?” expression.
“You’re not my Daddy,” she pouted.
“I’m not?” he asked, sliding one hand just under the edge of Kelly’s little skirt. His thumb played against the edge of Kelly’s panties and she fought to stop herself from trembling. She draped her arms loosely around Don’s neck and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
“No. But I know that you really want to be.”
His body stiffened all over and his eyebrows knit together while he regarded her warily.
“Is that so?”
“I think it is. Am I really a bad girl, Daddy?” she cooed as she sat back up, trailing a finger over the arm of his crisp, white shirt, nearly swooning at the muscles underneath.
Uncle Don took a series of deep, ragged breaths before pulling her head towards his to whisper huskily in her ear.
“I think you know what a bad girl you are, Kel-Kel.” He began to nibble at her earlobe. The sensation of his teeth and tongue in such a sensitive spot made Kelly tingle all over, and she felt a gush of wetness in her panties as she arched her back and undulated her body ever so slightly against his.
“Oh no, Daddy. I’m a good girl, I promise. I’d never do anything bad.”
“Then why are you sitting in my lap dressed like a slut and rubbing yourself against my cock like a cat in heat, hm?”
He raised his eyebrows at her.
“I—I don’t know, Daddy. I’m not trying to be bad.”
“Kel-Kel, good girls don’t act like this.”
“They don’t?”
“No. They don’t.”
“Oh.”
Uncle Don began to rub his hands up and down Kelly’s sides, making her squirm with pleasure whenever they coursed over bare skin.
“What should we do with you, Kel-Kel?” he asked.
“I don’t know Daddy,” she replied, really getting into it now, “have I really been a bad girl?”
“Not nearly as bad as you’re going to be.”
As he spoke, he slid his hands along Kelly’s arms to take her by the wrists. His grip was so hard that Kelly feared he would leave bruises as he yanked her arms down and pinned them to her sides. Everything about his demeanor had changed. Moments ago, he’d been light and teasing, but now there was a hardness in his eyes that scared Kelly. She remained astride him for the moment, unable to take back control of the situation, feeling both terrified and exhilarated as she waited to see what he would do.
At last, Don made up his mind. Still gripping Kelly’s wrists, he pushed her from his lap without warning. She nearly crumbled to the floor at his sudden movement, her fall broken only by the strength with which he held her up. Don was on his feet too, and in one fluid movement he let go of one of Kelly’s wrists and yanked her other arm, spinning her around. He loomed behind her, his warm breath tickling Kelly’s neck.
“Bend over,” he ordered at last.
She’d expected this. Kelly complied, putting her free hand on the desk and bending slightly over it.
“All the way, slut!”
Kelly jumped, more surprised by the slur than she ought to have been considering the contents of Don’s browser history. When she failed to immediately follow his order, Uncle Don let go of her other wrist, wound a fistful of her long blonde hair around his hand and tugged downward, forcing Kelly to bend over the desk at nearly a ninety degree angle. The little plaid skirt rode up to the point where it only covered about half of her ass, and Kelly could feel the way it fell just shy of the edge of her boy-cut black lace panties. She wanted to turn around and look at Don, but his hand was still fisted in her hair so tightly that she couldn’t turn her head at all.
Don lifted what little of Kelly’s skirt kept her covered, gently pushing the fabric so that it draped over her waist. Her ass was completely exposed now but for her black lace panties, and Kelly flexed the muscles of her bottom, hardening her ass cheeks in anticipation of the blow she was sure to receive at any moment. The sound of her own pounding heart filled Kelly’s ears, and she wondered just how much a spanking was going to hurt. She’d never gotten one before.
Kelly was pleasantly surprised when, instead of hitting her, Uncle Don gently squeezed each side of her bottom in turn and then rubbed his hand appreciatively across it. In his reverie, Don’s grip on Kelly’s hair loosened somewhat, so she craned her neck to get a look at him. His mouth was twisted into a predatory smile and his eyes were locked on Kelly’s ass for the most part, though he also took a moment to trail his gaze appreciatively down her shapely legs. When he noticed Kelly looking at him, Uncle Don’s expression turned to stone and Kelly began to quake with the strangest combination of fear and titillation as he scolded her.
“Did I say you could look at me, you naughty little brat?” he growled.
“N—no.”
“No, what?”
“No sir?”
“Try again.”
“No Daddy. No you didn’t say I could look. I’m sorry Daddy.”
“It’s clear to me that you’re a filthy little slut, Kel-Kel. Do you know what happens to filthy little sluts?”
“I’m not a slut Daddy, I promise. Please don’t punish me!” she begged. Kelly could no longer tell whether she was playing a part or playing along, all she knew was that she wanted Don to do whatever he wanted with her. Or to her. She absolutely ached to please him.
“I’m sorry sweetie, but you need to be a taught a lesson. I don’t know what’s gotten into you.”
Before she could say anything else, Don raised his hand and brought it back down upon her bottom with a loud, hard smack. Kelly clenched her muscles instinctively. It worked, somewhat, but her ass still stung and tingled in the place where Uncle Don had spanked it. To Kelly’s surprise, she found that the sensation was not entirely unpleasant. In fact, she almost enjoyed it, but Uncle Don had noticed the tightening of her muscles as his hand connected with Kelly’s bottom, and he wasn’t happy.
“Don’t you dare try to make your punishment hurt less, Kel-Kel. How are you going to learn your lesson if you can’t feel the consequences?”
She winced, anticipating another blow presently. But nothing came.
“Answer me, slut.”
“I don’t know, Daddy.”
“You don’t know what?”
“I don’t know how I’ll learn. I’ve been terribly naughty. Maybe you had better try again?”
He yanked her hair and pulled Kelly backward until she was nearly standing.
“Don’t tell me what I should do, slut,” he growled in her ear as his hand connected with Kelly’s ass again. There was no time to tense up, and Kelly’s ass jiggled in the wake of the blow. Don pushed her back down and she squirmed against the desk, wincing in pain as another blow connected with her tingling cheeks, and then another, and another. Kelly lost count of how many times Don spanked her as the throbbing sensation between her thighs slowly eclipsed the sting of the hard smacks against her ass. To Kelly’s great surprise, she found herself moaning with pleasure as Uncle Don punished her again and again…
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Boing! Blog Hop: My Writing Process
ML Steinbrunn tagged me in this hop.
What am I working on?
Right now my major project is a trio of similarly themed series. They’re all centered around the older man/younger woman dynamic and involve elements of Daddy Dom role play, but the characters are different from series to series. Two out of three of my female protagonists are clearly strong, clever young women who know what they want and go for it, even though this particular kink involves giving up a lot of power on the woman’s part during sex itself. Chrissy from the ‘Jansen’ series is a more of a cipher, but that might be because I wrote her first and that story is male POV whereas the others are female POV.
I’m also working on a Masterpiece Theater-inspired historical series. It’s very obviously derivative of a few different period dramas, but with an X-rating.
How does my work differ from others of its genre?
I’d like to think that my stories feature strong characterization and sense of place; that they’re not just stories about random bodies inserting tab A into slot B in some nondescript bedroom. My goal is to be a high quality writer in a genre which has more than its fair share of hucksters, but that’s up to the readers to decide.
Why do I write what I do?
If I’m being honest, it’s partly for the money (although I don’t really make all that much), but it’s also because I’ve been making up stories like these in my head since puberty. I’d lie in bed and listen to music, making up R-rated story lines for imaginary music videos. That’s not exactly the kind of thing you can tell all your friends. The niche I’m working in right now wasn’t a part of my adolescent daydreaming, but I’ve been making up sexy stories for much longer than I’ve been putting them on paper.
How does my writing process work?
For a short, I usually come up with an idea and then go butt-in-chair with it until I hit anywhere between 7,000 to 10,000 words. From there, I just keep molding it until I feel like it’s not a piece of crap, which can take anywhere from a few days to a few weeks depending on the story. Sometimes it takes three days from conception to publish, sometimes it’s months. I don’t adhere to any kind of a workflow or schedule. My process is that there is no process!
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Lianah Morgan 