Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Coming to Terms: Spank and Run by Renee Rose


During the next few Wednesdays, I'll be spotlighting the individual stories in Coming to Terms. Why? Well, because all seven of the stories in this domestic discipline anthology are different and wonderful in their own little ways. I'm excited to begin this week with "Spank and Run" by Renee Rose:

"Spank and Run" blurb:

One moment Claire's life was perfectly normal, in a living alone, vanilla sort of way. In the next, her casita was torn apart in a burglary, her client (the mayor of her small town) discovered her spanking implements, and she was over his knee for a bare-bottomed hair brushing! But despite her overwhelming attraction to Luis Valdez, the tall, handsome politician who had taken an interest in her backside, Claire doesn't roll that way. She wants a serious, domestic discipline relationship -- not just erotic spanky fun. Can she and the mayor come to terms?

excerpt:

The mayor was staring at her with glittering eyes, flexing her leather paddle in an authoritative way that made her knees go weak. His question indicated an understanding of dominant/submissive relationships, which had derailed her embarrassment and sent her rocketing instead to confused wonderment. It appeared Mayor Luis knew his way around a paddle.
 
And she could not absorb that information and simultaneously come up with any kind of witty response to his question. “What do you think?” she managed to choke out, in attempt at flippancy.
 
“I think,” he said slowly with the same intense dark look, “that someone's going to get a long, hard, bare-bottomed spanking tonight over her personal safety lapse this evening.”
 
She swallowed and licked her lips, feeling her heart pulsing through her entire body, a loud thrumming that made her feel like she was spinning.
 
The mayor wanted to spank her.
 
The doorbell rang, saving her from answering. She literally sprinted to the door, pulling out the chair Luis had wedged under the handle and flinging it open.
 
“I got it,” Luis said, appearing behind her with his wallet out.
 
“No, I'm paying,” she insisted. He was doing her the favor here, after all.
 
“No arguments,” he said firmly and her mind shot to the image of him flexing her paddle. He had already thrust several bills in the face of the delivery girl and she was pocketing them with a wave of thanks.
 
She took the pizza from his hands and carried it to her tiny kitchen. Her belly was a mess of nerves. Reason had mastered desire and she was giving herself a stern talking to over the wisdom of getting involved with the mayor. They hardly knew each other, for one thing. For another, she was not interested in a “play partner” for her kink. She'd been in a domestic discipline relationship with her live-in boyfriend when she'd acquired those implements, and she didn't plan on using them again until she was in the same situation. She knew there were lots of people who satisfied their interest in spanking by attending parties or BDSM events, but that wasn't her. She could never bare her butt to a room full of people, or get spanked by someone who wasn't her committed partner. So just because she and the mayor shared an…unusual interest…didn't mean she needed to get involved with him.
 
She set the pizza on the table and pulled out two plates. Luis picked up a bottle of red wine on her counter. “May I open this?”
 
Oh God. He was trying to seduce her.
 
“Sure,” she said, her voice too high pitched. She would just have to tell him she didn't get involved with clients.
 
She pulled out two wine glasses and her fingers fumbled, dropping one. She jumped back as it shattered on the floor. “Oh!” she cried and crouched down to pick up the glass. Tossing the larger shards in the trash, she retrieved a broom and dustpan while the mayor calmly pulled out another wine glass and poured two glasses of wine. When she'd cleared the remaining debris, he handed her a glass.
 
“You're nervous about your spanking,” he observed in a soft, silky voice.
 
She tried to speak, but found her mouth was too dry and no words came to mind. Luis stepped closer to her and she stumbled back.
 
“You're not sure if you're going to let me or not.”
 
She could feel her heart beating in the backs of her knees. He took another step closer and she had nowhere to retreat, already backed against the kitchen counter.
 
“You want it, and you don't want it at the same time.” His husky voice was mesmerizing. He took the wine glass from her hand, set it on the counter and took one more step into her, his body now pressing against hers, his head bent close to her face. Her breath was coming in little more than pants now as she stared at him, immobilized with shock at his bold onslaught.
 
“You know the release would do you good,” he coaxed. “You can trust me, Clara.”
 
He took her hand and stepped away, tugging her gently to follow. “Come on,” he said. “Don't be afraid.”
 
The mature part of her that had planned to shut him down was overpowered by the little girl who wanted to be called naughty and made to submit. She followed him obediently to the bedroom, her hand hot and clammy in his larger palm. He sat on the bed and pulled her gently over his lap. He gave her three hard, slow slaps over her pants and then slowly peeled her leggings down, thankfully leaving her panties in place. She could feel the dampness growing between her legs and an insistent thrum in her pussy.
 
The fact was, she wanted a spanking. She was dying for a proper spanking. And there was no one on earth who seemed more perfect for the job than Mayor Valdez. He was hot, available and exuded male authority. And to top it off, he actually appeared to know what he was doing, unlike her ex-boyfriend, who she had pushed into the whole domestic discipline arrangement and who never really took to leading her.
 
Oh. The feel of his hand on her bare skin was so satisfying. He went slowly, allowing the burn to set in before delivering the next smack, connecting with the place where bottom met thigh every time.
 
Though he hadn't told her what her punishment would be, she found herself counting, sinking into the methodical rhythm he was setting. She was squirming and kicking from the pain by the time he reached one hundred and finally stopped to rub her burning backside. She moaned and was embarrassed to hear a wanton note to her voice.
 
“How long has it been since you've been spanked, Claire?” Luis asked softly.
 
“Two years,” she squeaked.
 
He continued to rub. “Two years,” he mused. “I should go easy on you. Except I think, under the stressful circumstances, tears could be beneficial.” He stroked the back of her head and then tugged her hair gently, cuing her to turn her face toward him. “What do you think?”
 
It was an impossible question to answer. Did she want him to spank her to tears? Yes. No. Absolutely not. The spasm between her legs said differently.
 
 
 
 
Be sure to return next week for an excerpt from "Tomorrow" by Anastasia Vitsky!

Friday, June 14, 2013

Saturday Spankings: Love bites...a peek at Days and Nights.



Welcome to Saturday Spankings!



Today I'm sharing a snippet from Days and Nights, a fantasy novella (with lots of spanking and other kinkiness) I'm currently writing. It's sorta kinda MFM. I'll explain that part another day. Anyway, in the following scene, Trent is about to claim Amelia as his mate, even though she's not so willing, because he's convinced she's a gift from the Goddess.


Amelia snapped, much the same way she’d snapped last night when she’d slapped him. Except this time she couldn’t slap him because her hands weren’t free. Biting him seemed like the next best thing, so she sunk her teeth into the side of his neck.

A firm hand yanked her head back, and she released her bite. His fingers tangled in her hair, tightening in a strong grip. To her surprise, a smile played across his lips, and his eyes gleamed with laughter.

“So you like it rough, eh?” he asked.


I'll be sharing a longer excerpt from Days and Nights next week as part of Spankee Doodle...so be sure to come back on Thursday for another yummy peek.

Please visit the authors below for a spanking good time!

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Book Spotlight: My Naughty Little Secret by Tara Finnegan


Today I'm spotlighting Tara Finnegan's debut spanking romance novel, My Naughty Little Secret. Tara's book has been on my to-read list since I first noticed it on Amazon a few weeks ago, and after reading the excerpt below, I'm absolutely dying to read it now!

My Naughty Little Secret blurb:

From the moment she saw him on her first day at her new job in London, there was something about Michael which annoyed Siobhan Brennan… and something else that pulled her to this stunningly handsome man and his boldly arrogant personality. In spite of her misgivings she soon finds herself out on a date with him, and she is torn between a desire to defy him as often as possible and a deeper, more disturbing need to submit to him. It certainly doesn’t help that very embarrassing thoughts keep popping into her head uninvited: images of herself bent over, bare bottom on display, waiting for Michael to chastise her firmly.

It is not long before Siobhan, in a rash moment, actually dares Michael to spank her, only to find that he is more than up to the challenge of turning her naked backside bright red. To her horror, her sore behind only fuels the fire growing within her, and she is soon on her knees before him, blushing with shame yet needing him to take her and take her hard.

It is only afterwards that the couple must come to terms with what took place, and what it means for their relationship. Was this just a one-time event, something to be tried but never repeated, or will Siobhan find herself punished like a naughty girl again in the future? As scandalized as it makes her feel, in her heart she knows what she needs, but is Michael prepared to give it to her? And when she finds out that Michael has kept something important from her about his past and who he really is, will she be able to forgive him or will the revelation tear them apart forever?


Excerpt:

He called up a site, Taken in Hand, and we spent the next twenty minutes “taking the tour” of the site. Bloody hell, the more I read, the more turned on I got. I also felt a huge sense of relief. I wasn’t that abnormal; there were others like me—educated, independent, modern women—who found this exciting. Funny thing was so many of them found the difficulty was persuading the man that it was ok, they weren’t bullies; they chose this.

“That’s exactly what I want, though I never knew it before,” I whispered excitedly.

“Now, you can do all the research you like later, but for now, I believe you are due a good spanking for your behaviour yesterday. Go across to the sofa and remove your skirt and wait for me.”

Oh, God, this was weird. Humiliating, exciting, frightening, and so incredibly arousing. I can’t begin to explain how hard it is to bare yourself, knowing a spanking is coming. The automatic instinct is to fight it, either to plead forgiveness or to flat-out refuse to cooperate, but I didn’t know him well enough at this stage to try these tactics, so I obediently complied. I wanted it, true, but that didn’t change the fact that I wanted the pleasure without the pain and the humiliation; if we could just skip straight on to the after-spanking glow and closeness, without the actual thrashing, then I would have. In spite of my trepidation, I could feel that sensation in my clit. Since Saturday night, it seemed to be a permanent fixture. As I was already panty-less, I had nothing to protect whatever little modesty I had left after Sunday. I knew I was blushing, but actually I didn’t care. He deliberately left me standing there bare-bottomed and watched me from the table as he shut down his laptop. The anticipation was building. He didn’t take his eyes off me.

Finally I heard the sound of Windows shutting down. It seemed like an eternity. But still he took his time, replacing his laptop in its case, still watching, watching. It was so fucking erotic and yet petrifying. Waiting, anticipating his order to go across his lap; that awful moment between him raising his warm hand off my buttocks and my feeling it slap down fiercely. Then the momentary relief after the slap, until he raised his hand again. And so the cycle would continue, until he decided to finish. By the time he reached the sofa, my pussy was soaking. Christ, I was one fucked-up bitch to find this such a turn-on, but I did. I really did.

He finally approached the sofa, but instead of sitting down straightaway, he grabbed my face in one of his hands and kissed me hard. His brown eyes were black coals of desire. It dawned on me that he was just as big a pervert as I was. He was equally excited. His erection was straining against the fabric of his jeans and I could see a little dark spot where it was moist from his arousal. I moaned as he kissed me.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked one last time. I nodded my agreement. “Ask me to do it,” he ordered.

“Spank me, please,” I almost whimpered.

Bastard, he was relishing this. So was I in my own way, but that wasn’t the point! He sat on the sofa and placed a cushion on the seat for my head. He didn’t speak; he just patted his lap and I knew what I was supposed to do. I stretched myself over his knee. Reading that stuff on the computer had really built up the anticipation for both of us. I felt him knead the cheeks of my bottom tenderly and then he ran his short nails across them, scratching them lightly. Then I felt his hand lift. I caught my breath and waited. And smack. I squealed.

“We’ll try thirty this time.”

Oh, dear God, I thought that twenty had been bad enough on Sunday and I was still a bit tender from that. Alternating cheek by cheek, he counted to twenty and I squealed through it all. He lectured me on swearing at him again and about losing my temper as I lay across his knee. Each smack hit its target, surely and soundly. As he spanked, I wriggled to escape his hand, but he held me fast and there was no escape. My whole buttocks were on fire he went higher and lower, ensuring the scorching was spread all over, making damn sure I’d have no comfortable spot left to sit on. I’d be thinking about him the next day at work as I sat at my desk, all right. My wriggling changed to shouts and kicks, but he grabbed my legs just above the knees so I could do no damage to him or me. He stopped and I thought he was going to show mercy.



***My Naughty Little Secret is available on Amazon US, Amazon UK, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, All Romance, and Blushing Books.***
 
 
 

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

A Strict Husband moving up in the ranks!


I never thought I'd see one of my books dip below the 2K rank on Amazon, but my little western spanking romance novella, A Strict Husband, did just that yesterday. It went as low at #1,477 Paid in Kindle Store, and it hit #28 in Western Romance. I still can't believe it! I'm thrilled, and so very thankful to all my readers.

A Strict Husband is the second book in my Wyoming Heat series. A Firm Husband was the first. And even though it's looking like readers aren't too fond of Mattie's brother, Elliot, I'm still planning on making book three Elliot's and his wife's story. Trust me, even though Elliot came off as a cold to his sister, I promise he loves her and only wanted what was best for her. I know I have my work cut out trying to redeem him, but I'm actually looking forward to it...as soon as I finish my current WIPs, that is!

On a side note, when I told my husband that A Strict Husband was selling well, he immediately started rattling off title suggestions for the third book in this series. A Really Firm Husband and The Husband Who Wanted a Sandwich were among his suggestions.


A Strict Husband blurb:

In a moment of anger, Mattie's brother, Elliot, promises to find her a strict husband who won't put up with any of her childish nonsense. Mattie is reluctant to leave the Wyoming ranch she grew up on, and she's devastated to learn Elliot wants her to marry an older man from Cheyenne.

Torn away from the only life she's ever known, she is wed to the owner of the local general store, a widower named Henry Riley who is nearly twice her age. Despite her anger over the forced marriage, Mattie strives to obey Henry in all things, especially after he threatens her with a spanking on their wedding night. Of course, it isn't long before Mattie discovers that obeying her new husband isn't so easy after all.

Henry never planned to take a second wife, but when he's offered Mattie's hand in marriage, it's a temptation he can't resist. Sweet and young, but with a wild streak he aims to tame, he's grateful for another chance at love and happiness.

But when the brother of the man who shot Henry's first wife is spotted in Cheyenne, his newfound marital bliss is threatened. As the sheriff tries to hunt down the terror known as Big Lennie, Henry strives to keep Mattie out of harms way. Will Henry and Mattie prevail over the gunslinger with a grudge? Or is history doomed to repeat itself?



    * Amazon US * Amazon UK * Blushing Books *





Monday, June 10, 2013

Rules of Command release day contest winner!


As promised, this morning I'm picking the winner of the $5 Amazon giftcard I was giving away for my Rules of Command release day contest. Logging on to Random.org as I blog...

And the winner is...

LilyElement. Congrats, Lily! You'll be receiving an email from me shortly. 

Thanks to everyone who stopped by my blog on release day! :) I had a great release day, and Rules of Command seems to be doing well in the rankings. Nothing makes me happier than knowing people are reading (and hopefully enjoying and getting all squirmy over) my books:)


Rules of Command blurb:


His prisoner...his wife...his passion.

Love is the last thing on Commander John Rousseau's mind when he claims an American woman as his wife. He's simply following orders - although he is drawn to Emma's soft skin and sweet nature, despite her outspoken reluctance to accept him as her husband. Determined to tame her, he promises to spank her for disobedience, and she soon finds out he's a man of his word.

As Emma comes to grips with her marriage to a strict Free Island soldier and struggles to obey his many rules, she finds her heart softening to him. John holds her at a distance at first, but as the passion between them flares, a deep intimacy and mutual trust takes root. An impending battle finally prompts confessions of love...but will it be too late for these unlikely lovers?

Note: Rules of Command is a companion book to Rules of War. It's the same story, completely rewritten, with some different scenes, told from John's point of view. It's an erotic romance with spanking and elements of bdsm.


* Amazon US * Amazon UK * Barnes and Noble * All Romance *

 

Friday, June 7, 2013

Saturday Spankings: Punishing her bottom hole before a spanking...


Welcome to Saturday Spankings, the weekly blog hop that specializes in spanking fiction. Visit Saturday Spankings to learn more and join in the fun.


This week I'm sharing an excerpt from my new release, Rules of Command. In the following scene, Emma has been naughty, and it's up to John to give her the punishment she deserves. Unfortunately for Emma, he thinks she deserves more than a simple spanking...


He could not get enough of her, and each time he punished her or fucked her, it felt new and meaningful. Did she feel it too? The closeness . . . the intimacy of the power dynamic between them? The growing mutual trust? He had trusted her not to run away today, and likewise, her new willingness to stay spoke of her trust for him.

John increased the pressure on her bottom hole. "By the way, this is part of your punishment." He pushed inside, past her tight ring of muscle, as her breathing became labored through her surprised gasps.


Rules of Command blurb:

His prisoner...his wife...his passion.

Love is the last thing on Commander John Rousseau's mind when he claims an American woman as his wife. He's simply following orders - although he is drawn to Emma's soft skin and sweet nature, despite her outspoken reluctance to accept him as her husband. Determined to tame her, he promises to spank her for disobedience, and she soon finds out he's a man of his word.

As Emma comes to grips with her marriage to a strict Free Island soldier and struggles to obey his many rules, she finds her heart softening to him. John holds her at a distance at first, but as the passion between them flares, a deep intimacy and mutual trust takes root. An impending battle finally prompts confessions of love...but will it be too late for these unlikely lovers?

Note: Rules of Command is a companion book to Rules of War. It's the same story, completely rewritten, with some different scenes, told from John's point of view. It's an erotic romance with spanking and elements of bdsm.
 
 
 
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Our ten year anniversary...


Ten years ago today, my husband and I got married. Happy Anniversary, Mr. Lyndon! Oh, and please don't give me that look for calling you Mr. Lyndon!


A few facts about our oh so passionate love affair:

1. I was 16 when I met my husband and he was a few years older, so my mother instantly disliked him. She told me, "Stay away from that boy. He only wants to get in your pants!"

2. At our wedding, the first song we danced to was Sleep by Melissa Etheridge. Give it a listen. It's a beautiful song with lyrics that still bring tears to my eyes.

3. We found out we were expecting baby #1 exactly six months after we got married. We were out to dinner, celebrating the six month mark, and I suddenly didn't feel so well...

4. We have matching tattoos of...snakes! I got mine years ago before we were married, and he got one to match mine for my birthday last year.

5. Even after ten years of marriage and three kids, Mr. Lyndon still wants to get in my pants!

We are celebrating in style tonight by going to see Star Trek: Into Darkness (at the fancy movie theater!) and out for some good Italian food. I'm looking forward to some alone time, and oh yes, to another ten years as well!