Two new hot releases from Jaye Peaches.

I'm in the process of editing two books. One will be published in June, the other July.
The first is a historical romance set in the late Victorian period and has a little mystery to solve - Viola's Heart Strings. Innocent Viola marries a wealthy baronet in Monaco before returning to England to live with him by the coast in grand house. What she doesn't realise is how much her husband, Sir Anton, thrives upon discipline. She expects dominance, after all she's an obedient woman in a society where women still have little say over their lives, but does that include his desire to spank her? This story is the kind which dwells initially on the fantasy of spanking: does she or doesn't she want to be taken across his knee? What she discover about herself? While in the meantime, her husband battles his own demons and past, wondering if he can hold off the inevitable and succumb to thrill of disciplining his new wife.

Sometimes writing is a gamble. Shifting tense and perspective to first person was something new for me. Leaping right into the head of my heroine - Megan - and letting her lead me through her story. A happy-go-lucky girl, who loves being spanked, as long as it doesn't become too serious. Then, she meets Jeremy. A Dominant and disciplinarian, Jeremy awakens something else in Meg and she must decide whether to follow his lead, or remain in her comfort zone. Will he master her naughtiness or does she play safe and stick to her old ways?
This book begins in a dental practice and ends up somewhere quite different. Why the dentists? Imagine what you can do with the chair...

Jeremy is fast. He slips out of me, levering his weight off my compressed body and I take a deep breath.
“Okay?”
I nod.
“Megan.” The stern voice slips over the caring one.
“Yes, sir,” I pant.
“I’ve had to correct you several times for that, haven’t I?”
I swivel, twisting around to look at him. He greets me with dark eyes and they gleam in the light. He’s holding his cock, keeping it energised. The man has stamina; I can’t deny he’s impressive in the fucking department.
My clit reignites at the sound of his voice and my body, no longer contorted, relaxes. My trepidation swells as Jeremy straightens his shoulders. Will he take it up a notch and am I up to the challenge?
I shrug. Another irritating non-verbal gesture. A dismissive smirk crosses my face and in reply his eyebrows furrow, deepening. The brat is back, she sneaks in when I’m not paying attention. But, perhaps, I’m about to dig my hole a little too deep.
“Very well. You’ve earned another spanking for disrespectful behaviour. I’m disappointed.”
I swing my legs off the chair. Now, I’m in a dither because I do want the spanking—I’m a glutton for disciplining and the effect it has on my body—but I don’t like the thought of really letting him down and losing his respect. It’s not me. I’m a player of games, an eager girl for spanking fun, but I struggle with true submission.
I’ve watched others at Alan’s parties. All manner of relationships on display. The collared slave crawling behind her master, the leather-clad dominatrix and her kneeling pet, and the subtler, smartly clad dominants with their submissive girls, ready to please. I’m none of these, at least that is what I tell myself. I’m a party animal who likes to be spanked and taken home for a good fucking. I might submit in my body, but my mind? Is it me?
He’s cocked his head to one side. “Tell me.”
I stare at my toes. “I don’t want to be naughty, not if it means I’m not good enough for you.”
He lowers his voice. “Good enough? Megan, I said before, I’m hot for you. We’re together on this, aren’t we?”
I go to nod. “Yes,” I whisper.
He tips my face up and I see a smile on his face. “Then, let me decide what’s best. I am going to spank you over my lap.”
The dentist chair pivots, moves, rearranges itself into an upright position with the legs down. It’s a seat once again. I slide off as the mechanism whirrs and Jeremy takes the seat, patting his lap.
I’m over in a blink of an eye, all my doubts washed away by wanton thoughts. I love this position—bum up, head down, and his hand tucking me against his belly and hard cock. My warm bottom takes the initial smacks with little difficulty and I lie still, but then he ramps it up and I’m jerking with each firm slap of his palm.

Life in a small town's dental clinic is less about teeth and more about bare bottoms....

When Megan is rude to a troublesome patient at the dental clinic where she works, the man who catches her in the act is none other than the tall, dark, and handsome Dr. Jeremy Rawlings. After informing Megan that it is clear from her behaviour that she is in desperate need of discipline, Jeremy instructs her to remain at the office after work for a sound spanking.

Despite her embarrassment at the prospect of such a humiliating punishment, Megan finds herself doing as she is told. Once her panties are down and her bottom is properly bared, her spanking turns out to be firm, unyielding, and painfully thorough. But Jeremy’s manner during her chastisement is sincere and kind, and before she knows it she has promised to apologize sincerely for her rudeness.

Though his standards for her are exacting, Megan finds herself more aroused by Jeremy than she has been by any man before, and she doesn’t hesitate to agree when he asks her to be his submissive. But will her penchant for mischief and defiance mean that she spends most of her time with a red bottom?

Publisher’s Note: Mastering Meg is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Sublime Trust Vol. 3

It's been a long time in the making, but the final part of Sublime Trust is here. Editing took longer than I anticipated, but only because I wanted the end product to be more than good. With marriage the bedrock of Jason and Gemma's relationship, layering dominance and submission over the top has been a long process for the couple. No relationship is perfect and things crack apart, words are said in haste or not at all. What comes out more in this book is the people around Jason, his family, and how they perceive his lifestyle. There are his kinky friends, who draw out his playful nature and to whom he demonstrates his loyalties. Jason introduces another dominant to Gemma, not a novice, but a younger man whom Jason wishes to nurture. However, Gemma struggles to accommodate the newcomer and the expectation she will maintain her submission regardless of others, pushes her limits.
Here's an excerpt where Jason and Gemma are visiting his parents and they risk a little play time.....

That Sunday morning in the conservatory, his parents had volunteered to take Joshua out in the garden. While they clowned about with their grandson, Jason lounged on the cane sofa and watched through the slatted window blinds. No sunshine, but the late spring morning was warm and pleasant. The room possessed the wonderful ambient temperature conservatories rarely attained: neither too hot nor too cold.
Just as we would in our own conservatory, I parked my butt on a big soft cushion on the wooden floor and read.
“What are you reading?” asked Jason.
“Poetry.”
“Not T.S. Eliot?”
“No. Something different. I have varied tastes.” I waved the book above my head and poked my finger at the title. “See?”
“Read a poem to me. Your favourite.” He stroked my hair, and my scalp tingled.
I thumbed through the paperback and found the one I liked best. “Valentine” by John Fuller. I read aloud a romantic poem with lots of rhyming couplets. The more I read the hypnotic poem, the more I appreciated its style.
“Sweet. Memorise it for me,” he said.
“Why?” I turned to face him.
His head rested on the back of the seat, eyes staring up at the ceiling fan. “Babe, the next time you say it aloud, I’m going to be spanking you super hard. It’s time you had new poetry in your head.”
Boy, did he look sexy, and I’d knots in my belly. I placed the book on the floor and laid my head on his lap. He was hard, surprisingly rigid, and it made me even more pathetically needy. My little internal motor hummed, revving up the nerves in my loins.
Outside, our son screamed in delight at something. Jason had a good view of the garden and his parents. He pulled me up onto the sofa, and I flopped next to him, my mind a puddle of poetic erotic thoughts.
“Ask.”
“Please may I service your beloved cock with my mouth?” I’d devotional begging off to a fine art by now.
“Sure,” he murmured.
Gentle words but rough hands. He dragged my head onto his lap, using my previously caressed locks of hair, and unzipped his flies. His erection sprang up into my face, and I sank my mouth right over it, all the way down to the balls.
“Suck.”
Not the voice, please! In his parents’ house, too. I sucked, gagged, and tried to come off him.
The weight of his hand crowned the back of my head. “No. Stay. Don’t lose it. Keep your mouth right there, sucking.”
My face glued to his penis, I couldn’t see anything but the fabric of his trousers. Suddenly, it was pitch black. He’d placed a folded fleecy throw over my head and pressed it down. Underneath, hidden from view, I sucked harder.
Enveloped by the layers of fabric, I suffocated as I attempted to bob up and down. He lifted the throw a fraction.
“Breathe,” he whispered, reminding me not to panic. With a groan, I devoured his cock, and the throw pressed down again.
The pattern of movements—breathe and suck—continued for several minutes. I buzzed all over with sexual excitement, a prickling sensation cruised about my skin, spiralling around my clitoris. His hand drifted down under the waistband of my jeggings, over my bare bottom, and he slid between my wet folds, fingering me while I trembled with delight.
He came with a muted groan and a judder. I swallowed under my protective covering then cleaned him from balls to tip with my salty tongue. With his other hand, he reached under and tucked his weakening erection back in his pants.
“Good girl.” He patted my head under the throw. “You’ll have to be quick.” He meant my orgasm. His fingers plunged inside, forcing me to squirm.
I bit my lip and made it bleed slightly with the intensity of my orgasm. Doing the deed in his parents’ house was so erotic and on the edge of what we could do. He held me tight, forced his fingers deeper inside me, creating a protracted orgasm.
He slipped his juicy fingers under the throw for me to lick clean. I slurped on them.
He chuckled. “You are a glutton.”
My covering removed, the bright light of the outside world dazzled me. I licked off the blood on my bottom lip. If he noticed, he said nothing. I curled up in a stupefied position as if I were a cat, my head still nestled in his warm lap. I could have purred with contentment, too.
A few minutes later, Jason’s parents came in with a tearful Joshua. The little chap had fallen into a flowerbed and was crying. I sighed. Our little trance of post-sex indulgence was over, and I hoped I hadn’t made a damp patch for all to see.
Clive and Audrey seemed oblivious to what had transpired a few metres from them on the other side of several pane-glass windows. Forcing my body out of its submissive state of nothingness was tough. I rearranged my trampled hairstyle, savoured the taste of pure Jason in my mouth, and felt the dampness between my thighs.
I leapt up, as my in-laws glanced at each other with raised eyebrows, aware of my dishevelled state and the heat in my face. “Sorry, need the bathroom.” I abandoned the bawling Joshua to his father.
When I returned feeling clean and respectable, my parents-in-law were in the kitchen preparing Sunday lunch, and Joshua sat on Jason’s knee playing with his shirt buttons. I hovered by the double doors, listening to him whisper to his dry-eyed son.
“Your mummy’s gob is one amazing asset. Whatever comes out of it is just as good as what can fit in it.” His eyes flickered in my direction. He knew I was there. “Bottomless pit of a gob.”
“Mumum,” babbled Joshua. “A-gain,” his little voice piped up. One of his few discernible words, usually when asking for more food.
“I think she would if I asked her, but there is this small matter of your grandparents. She’ll have to wait until later. Then I will explore her wibbly-wobbly bits, too. Lovely Mummy.”
I smiled and came over to kiss my two boys: the little one and the big one.

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Works in Progress

Sublime Trust Vol. 1

Mastering Meg - New Release

Cherished by Him is out!