My Special Guest – Kate Charlton

I have another special guest and a debut author with her HOT off the presses release from Blushing Books. This is a Victorian piece, something I don’t write, so I hope you enjoy a taste of a different life.

HER CONVICT CONSTABLE – KATE CHARLTON

Synopsis

She’s survived the mean streets of Manchester and slavery in a mill. Can she survive a brutal penal colony?

Convict Tilly Marsden has to serve four years as an unpaid maid in Australia before she Kate Her Convict Constable_anne2can get the prized Ticket of Leave.

With freedom only two months away, Tilly agrees to turn a friend’s shirt into a dress.  When she discovers it was stolen, she throws it in the river.

Watching her is Joel Agnew, a convict working as an unpaid police constable. Sensing Tilly deserves a break, he dishes out some old-fashioned discipline. They both think that’s the end of the matter.

Then a body is discovered and Tilly finds herself in danger. Can Joel help her before it’s too late?

EXCERPT

She could feel the constable’s eyes appraising her. Her cheeks burned and a million worries ran through her mind. Was he going to ask for sexual favours in exchange for letting her go? She’d have to agree if he did, even though she was scared and had no experience. She’d just have to pray she didn’t get pregnant or she’d end up back in Crime Class anyway. And they’d take the baby away from her when it was weaned, she’d never be given a chance to look after it.

Tears welled up again. Irritated, she blinked and swallowed hard, determined not to show the constable how upset she was.

“Well, by the look of you, you’re sorry about what you did,” said the constable. “And if you’ve come this close to getting your Ticket of Leave, I think maybe a different kind of lesson will do you more good than marching you back to the Female Factory.”

The relief that washed over Tilly was brief. The constable gripped her arm more firmly and pulled her closer towards him.

She steeled herself. This was it. She had to do whatever he wanted, whether that was sucking his cock or letting him take her up the arse or whatever he was into. If she wanted her Ticket of Leave she had no choice.

She gasped as he tucked her under his arm so that she was bent over, bum in the air. Oh, lawks, he was going to spank her. She hadn’t been spanked since she was fifteen and the supervisor at the mill had punished her and Sarah for being half a minute late for work. He’d put her first, then Sarah, over his knees, lifted their shifts and spanked their bare bottoms in front of everybody at the mill, including the men and boys. The spanking had left painful black bruises, but the humiliation had been worse. She hadn’t been able to meet the eyes of the other mill workers for days.

Now, Tilly kicked out at the constable in panic. “Enough!” he said firmly, gripping her harder. “Do that once more and I’ll fasten you in the stocks to do this.”

Tilly forced herself to calm down. She braced herself for the constable to bare her bottom.

But he didn’t. Instead he smoothed the shift down, making sure her bum was covered. But when his large hand descended in a scorching slap that made her squeak, Tilly realised the thin, rough material didn’t offer much protection.  Time stood still as the constable peppered her backside with slap after slap, each one as loud as it was painful. All she could do was gasp, squirm and yelp, and pray that no-one would come along to investigate the noise and see her being spanked. Desperately, she tried to move away but this only resulted in him grasping her even more firmly and smacking even harder.

 About Kate

Kate Charlton loves romance, history, mystery and the occasional dose of old-fashioned discipline. She combines all four in her books.

What do you think? I hope you’ve enjoyed and thank you for being here Kate!!

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Scorch – Missoula Smokejumpers Book Six

Well, you know I have to promote my upcoming work sometime. In case you don’t know the series, it’s about the lives and loves of seven heroes – smokejumpers from Missoula Montana. A lot of research went into the project, including about the profession and the amazing city. I’ve been thrilled to highlight seven powerful, dominating men who just might take your breath away. Coming April 20th…

SCORCH

Whoosh! Boom!

“Holy Christ. The fucker is burning hot.”

Sawyer Lincoln wiped soot from his face and panted as he turned in a full circle, studying the swaying trees. The one hundred and fifty foot tall pines were blowing in the wind as flames jumped from tree to tree, creating shooting embers. Ash rained down like graying flecks of snow, blanketing the entire area. “Boone. Get back here!” Boone Martin Scorch_500x755was his best friend and they were required to stick together, creating control lines on the right flank of the massive fire.

“We have some issues over here,” Boone called back, his voice muffled by the wind and swirling smoke.

“Call it in,” Sawyer could barely hear his voice. Growing concerned, he hopped over various limbs already cut by the other smokejumpers, trying to focus as the air became difficult to breathe. Within seconds, he could tell the reason for Boone’s mesmerizing gaze. The fire that had been thought to be contained had been ignited by a series of falling trees, flames licking up the mountainside. “Boone. Call it in!”

Boone shifted sideways and grabbed for the radio. “Giovanni. Sheffield. On the West side. Need your attention. You should set up a burnout.”

“Copy that,” Antonio Giovanni called back within seconds, the voice pattern scattered.

They were all exhausted after almost six continuous hours.

Sawyer could swear he heard a distinct sound, one unlike any aspect of controlling the fire. Turning, he glanced toward the edge of a cliff, the area leading down to a pasture. They were trying desperately to turn the fire away from the hallowed grounds, hundreds of acres of free range. While the grasses weren’t to the brittle stage yet, any firebrands could potentially set off a cataclysmic reaction, the large embers creating a fire devil, the whirlwind of fire all consuming. There were too many ranches within a few miles, let alone the wild horses.

“The Rattlesnakes had damn well better be on the East side or I am kicking their mother fuckin’ ass myself,” Boone huffed and headed in Sawyer’s direction, stopping short when they both heard a noise.

Crack! Boom!

“Shit!” Boone jumped back as two massive tree tops tumbled down, the hard thudding vibrating the ground.

Reaching out, Sawyer grabbed his arm, yanking him out of harm’s way. “What’s with you today? Trying to get yourself killed?” The Rattlesnakes. The larger smokejumping crew had also been called out, but they hadn’t seen them in any manner, including help from overhead planes. Dear God, they could use the airborne fire retardant about now.

“I’m fine.” Boone gave him a nasty look.

He was well aware Boone had been embroiled in an argument with the other smokejumping team and the Rattlesnakes weren’t the kind of firefighters to take any shit. “Right. You’re like a damn bull in a china shop today. We need to finish these control lines. I’d like to get out of here at some point.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Boone waved him off but tugged his ax from his belt, grumbling as he moved closer to the wide ditch.

After waiting until his buddy was in position, Sawyer swung his ax, the sharp blade cutting through the rocky terrain, stumps and snagging underbrush. They were being followed by Garcia Puevos and Zane Grey, using picks to cutaway the dirt. Shit. He could barely see anything in front of him. After taking another swing, he noticed four members of the team racing toward the flames. Thank God, two groups of firefighters were on the ridge, shooting lake water in an effort to squelch the embers. They had to get the damn thing contained.

They worked side by side for several minutes until the same sound drew Sawyer’s attention again. Rubbing his arm across his brow, he could swear he heard the whinnying of horses and hadn’t realized he was walking toward the craggy edge of the cliff until he heard Boone’s voice.

“Would you look at this shit?” Boone pointed just as two flares popped over their heads.

Whoosh!

Scanning the sky, he watched until the fire sticks were out of sight, cringing the moment he heard a mild explosion. Both Landen Weaver and Stoker Hansen were excellent achieving their intended target. Everyone was working in precision today. “What are you talking about?” He took long strides, realizing Boone had moved out of position once again.

“Loggers. This is a protected area. What the hell are they doing here?” Boone pointed.

After closing the distance, he studied the slash, debris left by a careless crew. Either that or one that had been discovered doing illegal activity. Damn the bastards. They had enough shit to deal with. This would only add extra hours that they didn’t need. “We need to get this out of here. More fuel.” He flicked on his radio. “Giovanni. Need a clean-up crew.” He knew that Antonio was doing his best staying in control of the eight other men on the Jackal team, but something had changed in him, as if he no longer wanted the gig.

“Washington, Frost. Head to the West side,” Giovanni instructed.

“God damn. This is going to take us hours,” Boone noted.

“We’re going to need to burn every bit of debris.”

“Yeah. Might as well get going.”

The smoke continued to swirl, creating pockets of blackness but they could both feel steam as water was pumped from the ridge. They were finally making some headway.

“What do you guys have?” Moose Washington swung around the corner, Steel Frost at his heels.

“Slash from a bunch of loggers,” Boone answered.

“Let’s get it out of the way,” Moose huffed and swung into action, using his muscular torso to grab a load of limbs and sticks.

Sawyer continued with the ax, cutting through lower limbs, making a wide berth.

Whhhaa!

The sound carried this time, somehow cutting through the foggy haze. He knew the sound damn well given his ranch and the horses he’d hand selected over the last few years. Trotting toward the edge, he peered down at the ravine. A massive group of mustangs were racing across the terrain, heading to safety, their long manes dancing in the wind, their hooves kicking up dust as they raced toward the protection of the river.

Sawyer found himself getting as close to the edge as possible. His heart was racing, his breath skipping, and it had nothing to do with the fire.

Standing just in front of the herd was a beautiful wild mustang. Almost pure white, his mane somehow glowed in the smoky late afternoon sun. From where Sawyer stood, he could swear there wasn’t a single mark on the beautiful steed. Just pure white. Yet the Mustang’s eyes were penetrating, as if looking into Sawyer’s very soul.

What do you think? He’s my gentle Dom, a kind hearted soul with a penchant for danger. 

Look for two fabulous guests in the next few days…

Have a great Sunday.

Piper

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A Dominant’s Greatest Strength

As I finish up several books, at least two of which have very dominant heroes, I was thinking about a Dom’s greatest strength and how as authors, we have a responsibility to convey this in our books.

What do you think is the Dom’s greatest strength, the most important attribute he can bring to a D/s journey? As you might imagine, there are potentially multiple answers including various combinations of what I call light and dark. I can’t convey enough how important a Dom’s responsibility is within the dynamic. While a submissive is giving a true of her body and soul, the man is offering absolute protection and care of her dominant sayingwelfare, even above his own. Imagine how daunting this can be. Now, I read an article obviously written by a man for a man and was a bit incensed by a passage regarding Dom’s heightened level of responsibility. The author of the article also mentioned the care of a submissive/slave was akin to caring for a small child. Really? I think he forgets which sex tends to act more like a bad kid in a sandbox. But I digress…

While the responsibility is indeed very important, and not to be taken lightly, I certainly know I’m not a child and refuse to be treated like one so when I convey submissives in my books, I show confidence, an inner strength. I think this is vital on several levels.

Submissives are the strongest people I know and I hope when you read about my heroines, you gather of sense of their self worth, their love of life and their joy in sharing given their heightened level of trust in their partner.

Submissives are required to take care of themselves, as they should, whether in business on in their personal life. While a Dom feels responsible for their submissive, there is a trust that she will do what is required to stay healthy, both mentally and physically. As I’ve discussed, there is so much trust involved, and the relationships seem so strong. Dominants have their own set of fears, concerns and worries. They aren’t always confident themselves. I think therein lies their greatest strength – the ability to be human.

Yes, a Dom has many sides. First and foremost he’s a man, one who has goals and desires that have nothing to do with his submissive or the lifestyle. These needs should be embraced and nurtured as aggressively as his darker side of kink does. Like anything else, a well-rounded man will make for a better Dom. Practicality comes into play here as well. Pretty much everyone in the lifestyle lives a portion of a vanilla life, often one in which they don’t want others to know their D/s persona. Men can be very powerful in business, but often D/s is very private. He can easily go out with his best buds to a sports bar or a football game and never tell a soul he owns a submissive. Some will tell a close friend, but often they prefer to keep the joy and amazing moments shared with only their submissive. Many Dom’s are private for various reasons, but they long to share our joy with others. Many excel at talking and sharing, observing and bringing various thoughts to the relationship. Time will often give couples the opportunity to share with others.

Another attribute a Dom often needs is being a friend to their submissive – her best friend. Sometimes life goes awry and all that can be done is to be supportive. The Dom is a submissive’s greatest support, the man who knows her inside and out. On certain days, he must back down and simply be there, holding her while she cries or giving her his viewpoint, bringing her back to center. Often this involves having patience, understanding and an innate knowledge of the woman he loves. The ability to back down being the Dom and allowing her fragile side to be comforted is very precious, another trust factor. Communication is so important, just talking about every day activities, joys and sadness, bring couples closer.

There is also the romantic man, the one the submissive fell in love with. I think sometimes when outsiders or vanilla couples think of D/s relationships, they honestly don’t believe there is any passion or romance built in. Perhaps certain Master/slave couples are more formal in that she is truly more of a server to him, but I can’t imagine there aren’t some aspects of basic romance encouraged and practiced. The right balance allows smiles and lust filled thoughts. Being seductive and sexy never goes out of style. wiping her mouthAfter all, submissives are women first, enjoying being a girl, showing off a new dress or delighting their Dom with a new look.

I think that’s something valuable to remember. D/s couples are men and women first, friends and companions, lovers and couples, before they are Doms and submissives. They long to be admired and wanted, needed and affirmed. Submissives want their Dom’s excited when they walk into a room. She wants him to be proud when she’s on his arm when they go out, whether attending a BDSM setting or a gathering with family and friends. The Dom can lead the way and allow the submissive the safety and openness to be herself, no matter the setting.

Being lovers. I know many D/s couples openly admit they’re lovers. Perhaps not in the traditional sense, but the way they show each other how they feel, the deep and very intense needs, can instill the tremendous respect and ability to let go. A simple touch, the sound of a voice, the stern look or one filled with raging desire, is such a breathless mind bender. Simple things…

I asked a Dom, who I became friends with, what he believed his greatest strength or attribute was and his answer was two fold. He believes his ability to observe, then draw conclusions, which in turn allow him to develop a plan if needed, is important. He also told me he believes his level of patience is an attribute he prides himself in. I have to agree. He can look outside the box – whether we’re talking with me or about the situation – and determine how to handle or what’s best. He’s also been required to have extreme patience with his submissive.

Being a Dom. The words alone are thrilling for so many, both in writing and in real life. His standards are set high, both for himself and his submissive. He values her opinion but in the end what he commands will be, whether we’re talking rules or objectives. He helps mold his submissive, but in turn himself and his behavior as well. Is he setting an example? Well of course.

A Dom’s greatest strength? Simply being himself.

What do you think?

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

PS – Don’t forget that Scorch, the sixth in the Missoula Smokejumpers series will be released on April 20th. Sawyer’s story – a gentle Dom…

A Man’s Journey Into Becoming a Dominant

I think you all know I write stories with strong alpha males – or dominants. Readers enjoy a powerful, influential man. They adore the executives and billionaires, cowboys and military men. Just human nature for women I think. In writing various pieces, I’ve had the joy of talking to many dominants and some that truly lived and explored becoming a Dom in the relationship. I’m writing a very dark piece right now (along with the last Missoula Smokejumpers book) and had some thoughts.

Do you love your Dom or your submissive? You might adore them so much you can’tb and w elequent love breathe and the joy in sharing the amazing journey becomes an incredible affirmation. I’m not certain I can place the experience into words. Love isn’t always a part of the lifestyle. One aspect is…

Trust. The single word and concept alone in a D/s or M/s relationship is vital. There is no other concept more important. In my mind, trust is the only reason any woman can fully submit to a Dom. The basic aspect isn’t achieved in a day or a week and the courage in allowing a woman to trust, to open up has to do with the man inside. What can’t be confused is trust and love. Is love and trust often intertwined? Well of course it is, however, the innate trust you have to have for the other person is ten times more extreme, more intense than what you might share in a vanilla relationship. There are degrees of trust – without a doubt. You trust your friends, the ones you grew up with, perhaps even some with your life. You certainly trust your parents or other family members to guide you, nurture or comfort you when you’ve fallen down an ugly path. You may trust your employer enough to believe in the company to complete your career with them all because of a single boss.

Trust is a word that’s thrown around a lot in every relationship. If there’s no trust, there’s no willing to work together as a team or to talk completely in an uninhibited fashion with your spouse or significant other. Think about the last time you wanted to share a very deep-seated emotion or fear. Was there one person you truly believed you could without fear of being made fun of? For a lot of women, they find this in their best girlfriends. I have one I can share anything with – good, bad or ugly – and I know she’ll be supportive. She has never judged me or condemned my way of life or the writing I do. She has no desire to be spanked or become a submissive, but she’s listened to me during times of joy as well as pain. She’s heard about the stories I write, the people I talk to, more than curious as to the different types of lifestyles.

Men have this too of course, but a lot of men tend to keep their bravado, the tightly woven mask, when talking to their best buds. They need to feel macho and perhaps at times superior, even when they’re hurting inside. Women cry frequently. The release allows a cathartic moment, a way to deal with heartache or rejection, being fired or during times of financial difficulties. What do men do? For many, they hide behind a wall. Some feel they have to be a man’s man, the kind who never shows emotion, certainly will never cry. Others will, but the men I’ve known and talk to are a bit terrified of being themselves.

Trust – there are two kinds that are so very important in D/s relationships. First and foremost is the trust of yourself. I’ve talked a lot about women learning to trust their instincts, feel their way through their very complex set of emotions. Do you think men who are finding their way as the dominant force worry about their thoughts, their inner feelings? Of course they do. They simply don’t often feel as if they have an avenue to grasp onto the man inside, turning inward initially and truly reflecting. For my guy readers, when was the last time you felt comfortable telling your gal you were afraid of something? Be honest.

This is the first step. Being honest with what you need both from the man buried deep inside to the woman who needs your guidance can be daunting. Learning to trust your gut takes times as well as self-realization. I honestly think for men the key that can I will take youunlock the man inside is at times painful, revealing. Fw men want to divulge they have a dark or sadistic side, or completely the opposite and are truly deep and emotional. Yes, there can be both. We have this ridiculous concept of what and how men should be. And for the majority of men? They follow the path, refusing to believe in their desires, needs burning within. I’ve talked to many Dom’s over the years. When the flood gates were opened up, their thoughts were ripe with so many fears and frustrations yet yearning to talk about every aspect of domination as well as sadistic tendencies. One is particular was very open to me, truly explaining the journey he and his submissive went through. I felt blessed from the first moment he was able to open up to me. After only a few weeks, I realized how much he trusted me with parts of himself he’d never been able to tell anyone before – except his submissive. My trust of him grew exponentially. I learned through our intense conversations about the man. This really gave me such a wonderful perspective about the life of a Dom.

His ability to talk to his submissive (and certainly not just me) allowed him to embrace the dark side he continues to fear today. I’ve written about fears nestled within men and women. For men, this truly gnaws at his ability to trust. Being concerned another man might want what he has is natural. Acting on jealousy without proof or provocation becomes destructive for any couple. For those in D/s – this can destroy. Jealousy is fairly primal in men. They are hunters and gatherers after all. They might not say they want you after a relationship has turned sour, but you better believe they don’t want you with another man. This breaks their confidence, tests their manhood.

Can this be avoided totally? Well, we are human first after all. The answer might be a resounding ‘no’ but you don’t have to succumb to this type of darkness. Men as dominants have the distinct responsibility to nurture and train, guide their submissives not only into the lifestyle they both agreed upon, but the very one he’s thought about perhaps his entire life. In order to do so, every man has to be as open as women tend to be. Granted, women are very good at hiding their true feelings. Often they don’t want to upset the applecart. That’s something women who are entering into a submissive lifestyle really have to think about, dig deep into their psyche. Women push hard when they aren’t getting their questions or concerns addressed. Men back away, moving into a neat little box they can place on a shelf.

This particular Dom is extremely good at this. He can compartmentalize with the best of them. The conversations were frank and enlightening. Garnering respect or trust isn’t done while being tied to a cross, flogged then fucked. This is all about communication, long talks over glasses of wine or walks in the woods.

For Dom’s, they need to embrace they have as many sides as women do, their emotions often tied to a disruptive past or difficult family. They question trust of the woman they adore or long to Dom. What they’re really doing is releasing every aspect of the man single arm shackledinside. They worry that in letting go, telling and showing who they really are, they’ll somehow seem weak. This is so very much the opposite for women in general and especially for submissives.

To garner success as a couple, you have to let go of the fears, discuss and embrace, cry or frustrate as necessary. This isn’t easy, but it’s a must. Men, you must know the man inside within quavering from who you are and what you need. Can you do this? Time will tell as you share and open up more, but you must. Trust… Do you trust you? If and only when you can, then you’ll be able to share the life you crave with the woman (or man) standing next to you.

Reflective thoughts…

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

 

My Special Guest – Bethany Leigh

I have another fabulous guest on my blog today. She’s not new to writing but did take a couple years off. She has an exciting new release, one set in 1999 when the internet dating concept was just beginning. It’s exciting and all about discipline. Let’s take a taste…

GROOMED – BETHANY LEIGH

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It’s 1999 and Charlotte and Connor have just got the internet at home. One night, Charlotte comes across an intriguing forum. It consists mostly of women posters whose husbands discipline them when they misbehave. In other words, they’re living Charlotte’s dream!

Charlotte’s marriage is in trouble. Work and family pressures have pushed her and Connor apart. The forum posters claim domestic discipline makes marriages closer, more intimate, that sex is through the roof. Charlotte wonders whether introducing the old-Bethany Groomed finalfashioned discipline she yearns for can bring her and Connor closer together too.

But Connor doesn’t take to the lifestyle and the failure frustrates Charlotte and drives them even further apart. In desperation, she seeks out a disciplinarian through the forum to satisfy her needs. He seems caring, thoughtful and is willing to take things slowly, allow time to build trust.

But there’s a missing backpacker who just might have a connection with the same disciplinarian.

Can Charlotte trust this charming man she’s met on the internet?

And how will it affect her marriage to Connor?

Will Charlotte ever get the loving discipline she craves?

EXCERPT

Thread: My worst spanking

Panda: What was the worst spanking you ever got from your husband? The worst spankings (there were several of them but they were all because of the same thing) I ever got from Hayden happened during our first Christmas after we were married. As you know, I was still struggling with bulimia when we married, and Hayden was trying to help me recover in his inimitable way!

Well, you know what Christmas and the run-up to it is like. All those work functions! Not to mention family dinners. Our calendar was chock-full of parties and dinners, and I was dreading it. The pressure to eat, having to control myself around so much tempting food, all the guilt about whether I was eating too much or too little. Of course, it would have been best to confide in Hayden, tell him I was finding it difficult. But no, of course, like always, I wasn’t very good at being sensible.

I managed the first function (his cricket club barbecue) okayish. I ate more than I was comfortable with, but I didn’t starve myself before or after and I didn’t purge. But my body felt uncomfortable and when we attended the second party (my work party) I couldn’t carry on eating that way till after Christmas. I’d blow up like a balloon!

So I skipped breakfast and lunch on the day of the work function. And fortunately it was a buffet, so I filled up my plate under Hayden’s eagle eye, then circulated, pretending to eat. But when I thought Hayden wasn’t looking, I deposited the contents of my plate in a nearby rubbish bin.

You guessed it. I’d only *thought* Hayden wasn’t looking. Turns out he’d been surreptitiously keeping an eye on me, suspecting I might be up to my old tricks.

He came over to me, touched me lightly on the arm, and said, “I think it’s going to be warmer tonight than we expected,” which is his code for, “When we get home tonight, I am going to warm your bottom.”

And, boy, did he. As soon as we got back (after midnight), he told me, “Get ready for bed and I’ll see you in my office in ten minutes.”

He looked and sounded so stern that I was showered, in my PJs, and in his office in under ten minutes. I didn’t want to risk a second spanking for disobedience!

Bethany Groomed_promo 4When I walked into the office, he was sitting in the armchair and holding a wooden ruler in his hand. My insides lurched, and I whispered, “Hayden, I’m so sorry.”

Hayden tapped his knee with the ruler. “We’ll discuss your behaviour after you’ve been punished.”

I draped myself across his lap. He yanked down my pyjama bottoms and positioned me so that my left arm was trapped against his body. He took my free hand and held it against my back, so I couldn’t try to protect my bottom and risk getting my hand struck with the ruler. Then he brought the ruler down hard across my bottom.

He smacked me over and again with the ruler, concentrating on my sit spots. It wasn’t long before I started crying, but he must have given me another twenty hard whacks before he was through.

When he’d finished, he gently lifted me up and cuddled me on his lap. “You behaved very badly at the party tonight, sweetheart,” he said, gently soothing the sore broad stripes on my bottom as he scolded me. “You didn’t eat, you threw your food in the bin, and you tried to deceive me instead of telling me you needed help.”

“I know,” I said between gulps. “I’m so sorry.”

“The thing is,” he continued, “I now feel like I can’t trust you at these functions. So I’m going to take some pre-emptive action before every single function we attend, including Christmas dinner. Before we go out I’m going to spank you. But I will only spank one cheek, and as long as you behave yourself and eat sensibly, that’ll be the end of it. But if you misbehave, we’ll come home and I’ll spank the other cheek. But I hope the one very sore buttock will be a reminder to you to behave yourself all evening.”

The tears dripped from my face as I processed the idea of being spanked almost every day between now and Boxing Night. “We have two functions on Christmas Day,” I whispered.

“And you’ll get two pre-emptive spankings,” he said firmly.

I cried myself to sleep that night, while Hayden cuddled me. I wished I’d never been so stupid at the party. I was already very sore and sorry and the thought of being spanked again in less than twenty-four hours’ time was…well, let’s say I wasn’t looking forward to it a lot.

Oh, I love this! Congratulations on your latest book release and I’m so glad you joined me.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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My Special Guest – Loki Renard

You know how I love having guests. I have a very sinful girl, and I say this in the most delightful way, on my blog today. I asked her to answer a few questions. You know how I am. She has an amazing best selling book HOT off the presses. Dark. Dangerous. And oh, so delicious – Shamefully Broken. I hear there is a follow up book already on pre-release. Join me in welcoming…

LOKI RENARD

Tell me a little about yourself.

I’m Loki Renard.

When did you first want to become an author?

When I found out that literally anybody is allowed to write books. There’s absolutely no entry requirements or restrictions. Crazy! And, you can write whatever you want inside Loki shamefully broken cover imagethe books themselves. Sometimes people will get grumpy because they don’t like the words, but that’s fine too. It’s all part of the game.

What genres of books do you write?

All the genres, but they inevitably intersect with romance and erotica.

What are your favorite books to read?

Graphic novels, because they have pictures! I mean, Dostoyevsky.

What is your favorite movie and why?

The Matrix, because Neo is ‘one’ backwards, and that’s the kind of intricate symbolism I can get down with.

Do you write for a publisher or self publish? What do you prefer and why?

Both. I like both for different reasons. It’s good to have a publishing team behind you, and it’s also good to go out on your own and experiment sometimes. I highly recommend a mix. Keeps things fresh.

Do you have a favorite time of day to write?

Early morning and late evening are the magic hours, but it’s always fun.

Do you write to music and if so – what is your go to music?

If it doesn’t sound like there should be people taking something that isn’t actually acid nearby, I’m not interested.

Where do you most often write?

In my office, where the other humans are not allowed to be.

What is the best method of marketing that you’ve found?

Passing out flyers at church. Or maybe that’s the worst. It’s hard to say. I’d say just being present socially is a good start. I tried sitting in my room staring at a wall for several years and that did NOT work as well as I’d hoped.

Do you have any advice for anyone longing to become an author?

Do it. Just do it. Seriously. There’s no magic to It. It’s the same as anything else in life. Do the work. It’s worth it.

How did you celebrate after your first book was published?

Statue of limitations is yet to lapse on that one.

FUN QUESTIONS – First thing that comes to mind and any commentary would be delicious

Dogs or Cats?

All of both.

Red or Black?

Black.

Leather or Lace?

Leather.

Meat or Seafood?

Meat.

Chocolate or Twizzlers?

There are no Twizzlers in the socialist utopia of NZ.

The Beach or the Mountains?

Both.

Champagne or Beer?

Champagne.

Sunshine or Snow?

Snow.

Dancing or Dinner and a Movie In?

Gaming 🙂

Please add a synopsis of your latest work, purchase links and your cover.

Shamefully Broken

 

 

She needs his protection. He demands her surrender.

Since the arrogant, infuriatingly sexy brute spanked her like a little girl on her eighteenth birthday seven years ago, Ellie has done her best to avoid Mason Malone, and he is the absolute last person she wants to come crawling to asking for a favor. But with her brother deep in debt to the wrong people and her life in danger, Ellie knows Mason is the only one who can help her.

Mason agrees to intervene, but the rough, battle-hardened former Marine turned millionaire owner of a private security agency is no knight in shining armor, and his assistance will come at a high price. In return for his protection, Ellie will be made to surrender her body to him utterly and completely, to be used anywhere, anytime, and in any way he pleases.

He will not be patient. He will not be gentle. He is going make her pay for all the years she spent looking down her nose, pretending she was too good for a guy like him. She will moan, plead, and cry out with pain, humiliation, and helpless, desperate need as he strips her bare, punishes her harshly, and then takes her over and over, each time harder than the last.

He is going to break her in the most shameful way imaginable, and she is going to beg him for it.

Publisher’s Note: Shamefully Broken includes spankings, sexual scenes, intense and humiliating punishments, and strong D/s themes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

Spanking Implements – Part Two

Yes, more about spanking implements. I must admit, the various reactions are priceless. I think everyone who is a spanker or spankee has a favorite piece. They are more comfortable using a belt perhaps or a favorite wooden brush they’ve had with them for years. Then, of course, there is the correct implement for the punishment. And still, convenience plays an important role. Imagine carrying various spanking implements in your carry on as you’re standing at the airport. Um… Can you imagine the faces of the security folks? What is this, Mr. Smith?

Oh, I work with carpets and always carry my favorite carpet beater wherever I go. You never know when you’re going to need one.

Right… I would love to be the next person in line. I’ve talked with many disciplinarians table of spanking implementswho travel with a suitcase especially designed to hold various implements in a just so position. From straps to paddles, quirts to floggers, they might have thirty or so – for the perfect session. I was a speaker at a conference once and of course the seminar? BDSM and the correct implements to use. Now, given I’m an author and was partnered with an actual paid disciplinarian, well, you can imagine the discord. I had a blast watching as they unloaded the very large bag, presenting their prized collection. Do you think I was a little bit out of my element?

But I must admit, the various implements are exciting. In writing my books, I’ve already told you that I try and select something different each time. But… My characters don’t necessarily have a full entourage of spanking devices in their closets. Well, a few do LOL. Let’s take a look at a few other favorites.

THE WOODEN SPOON

We all have at least one in our kitchens. They’re placed along side spatulas, measuring cups and knives, waiting to cook the perfect meal. However, think about the other well intended use. A hard spanking. For me, there’s something very seductive about the concept of receiving a spanking in the kitchen. Perhaps you’re both together one afternoon, making dinner. The wine is poured, the music playing and pasta ready to slide into scalding water. Then an argument ensues and you lose your cool.

wooden spoons“Don’t give me any crap, Mark. I only purchased two dresses,” Mindy snapped and took a gulp of wine, rolling her eyes.

Mark exhaled, the act allowing his anger to release. He thought about the way she’d been acting, the nasty words and over spending that had been going on for two weeks. Enough was enough. Turning off the water, he eyed the wooden spoon on the counter and realized what had to be done. “There are rules that you must follow, ones you’ve agreed to. You’ve broken several of them over the last few weeks and I’ve allowed you to get away with it. No longer, Mindy.”

“What does that mean?”

“That means, it’s time for a spanking.”

“We’re making dinner!” Mindy scoffed.

“Dinner can wait. Take off your panties.” He turned to face her, the spoon in his hand.

“Are you kidding me?”

He shook his head. “Remove your panties and lie down on the kitchen table. We are doing this now!”

After a slight hesitation, Mindy eased her wine glass onto the counter, her face pinched, her breathing heavy. “Fine.”

“Fine?” Mark asked as he lifted a single eyebrow.

“Yes, sir.” Mindy eased her hands under her dress and wiggled. When she slipped out of her thong, she did as required, handing Mark her panties. After giving him a heated look, she slowly walked to the kitchen table.

He kept his eyes on her, the look stern, as she laid down, her legs dangling. “I’m going to give you thirty strikes and if you don’t behave through dinner, the punishment will continue. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Suddenly her voice was very small, the tone full of regret.

He took long strides to the table, lifting her legs. “Hold them straight for me.” When her legs were in the appropriate position, he rubbed her ass cheeks. “I know you don’t like to receive spankings, but this time, it’s well deserved.”

Crack! Smack!

Well, can you imagine the humiliation, the pain coursing through your ass as he spanks you diaper style on the very kitchen table that you’re going to share a delicious dinner? My guess is that you will reconsider your next purchase.

THE SWITCH

Oh, the switch. Just thinking about it should give you the heebie-jeebies. There is nothing quite as mind bending at least to me. Why? Because it’s so simple yet so cathartic. Switches are found anywhere. Of course there are bushes better served than others. The selection is based on flexibility and the ability to withstand those swings. Dominants or rattan switchesHeads of Household often use them as a deterrent, adding that heightened level of humiliation. Think about the scenario.

You’re at home and your husband or lover has stated in no uncertain terms that you are going to receive a spanking. This time, he’s going to cut the perfect switch from your own yard. He grabs the cutter out of the kitchen drawer and leads you outside, heading for the bank of shrubs that might have been planted with discipline in mind. He directs you to the back of the yard, only fifty yards from your neighbor.  You stand by his side, watching as he touches various stems, your thoughts drifting to the spanking that will come only moments later.

After cutting two or three, he tests them out, swinging, using that perfect snap of his wrist. Every time you hear the whooshing sound, you quiver, trembling because you know that soon the switch will be sliced against your naked ass and legs. You remember the sting, the burning sensations and know that this spanking will remain with you for some time. When he’s satisfied, he takes the time, outside and right there in front of your neighbors who are enjoying a barbecue, to slice portions of bark from the outer edges, revealing the tender green portion inside. After swinging one last time, he leads you back inside, directing you to remove your clothes.

Whoosh!

Are you quivering yet?

THE QUIRT

I have a friend, a very dominating male, who absolutely loves the quirt. He took his time ordering the perfect one after doing hours of research. He had a special case and told me stories about how he uses the implement on his wife. Yes, he reserved the use for times when rules infractions were egregious. I will never forget the first time I held the leather in my hand, rubbing my fingers across the strand. You might remember that the quirt is quirtoften used in horse training, although I doubt in the same use of power or strength of the hard smack.

Whew, I still shiver thinking about the way he swung the implement, snapping his wrist as he demonstrated how he used the quirt. He practiced, learning his craft – as he told me. I can only imagine being naked, perhaps tied to a spanking bench or ‘X’ cross and having this used. The anticipation, the anxiety as he reminds you about why this is being used and just how many strikes you’re going to receive.

An amazing tool in my opinion.

Just a few thoughts this morning. There are dozens of types of spoons, paddles, straps and the picture above shows you how a collection can be built. So the questions. How many implements do you have in your house? Are there specific ones used for different levels of infractions? Who finds the implements and where do you go to look for them? There are plenty of sites on the Internet, but I’ve heard many couples say they prefer to look in unusual places, like flea markets and yard sales. Oh, the delicious thoughts I have this morning.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

My Special Guest – Stella Moore

You know how I love to highlight authors! I have a delicious book and author for you today and I decided to ask her some enticing questions before we had a chance to read a snippet of her HOT off the presses release.

STELLA MOORE

What inspired you to write the book?

It was kind of a rabbit hole. It started with thinking about genies and how they deliberately play tricks on people with their wishes. The book actually started out that way and eventually morphed into Cassandra’s Curse.

Favorite Color

Purple, though I’m having an affair with teal. Don’t tell purple, though.

Favorite writing habit

Whatever gets it done – haha. I love the weekends I don’t have anyone else in the house and I can curl up on my couch in complete silence and just write. Sometimes I’ll just sit and write all day and not even remember to eat (which is a pretty BFD for me hahaha)

Favorite movie and why

Jurassic Park. I’ve been in love with dinosaurs since I was a little girl.

Favorite spanking implement and why

Leather belts. I love the rawness of them. That anticipation when you see him reach for the buckle, the sound of it leaving the loops, the way he looks when he pulls his arm back and lets that first stroke fly. Everything about being whipped with a belt puts me in the right headspace and turns me on.

CASSANDRA’S CURSE

SYNOPSIS

Seven hundred years ago, Cassandra was bound to an amulet and cursed to a life of servitude. By the time she is released by the handsome Wyatt Hartnett, she no longer believes that the curse can be lifted.

Wyatt proves to be far different than her previous masters. Kind and caring, he refusesCassandas_Curse_v1.1 to use magic to force her to obey. His methods of ensuring her obedience are more—human. Before long, her heart begins to warm and she dares to dream that this stern but decent man may indeed be her last master. The man who will set her free.

But the one who imprisoned her has only grown more powerful over the last seven centuries, and she will do whatever it takes to see that the curse remains unbroken. Is the magic of Wyatt’s love stronger enough to break the ancient curse? Or will one of them pay the ultimate price for Cassandra’s freedom?

EXCERPT ONE

“Wyatt? What are you doing?” she asked, her heart thundering in her chest.

“We have a conversation to finish,” Wyatt replied casually, but she caught the flash of fire in his eyes. “I don’t want you using your powers on other people, unless you’re in danger. I won’t use the amulet to bend your will to mine, but I do have other ways of, shall we say, encouraging better behavior.”

She could feel the desire burning between her thighs at his threat. Damn her body for responding to his high-handed ways. She was an enchantress, immortal and powerful, despite the curse. This man should be trembling at her feet, not making demands of her. “And what ways do you have that you think can sway me?”

His voice dropped to a low, seductive growl. “I’ll put you over my knee and spank your admittedly fantastic ass until you won’t even think of disobeying me again. Now, are you going to do as I’ve asked?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

He chuckled. “Oh, sweetheart. Yes, I would. I can give you a demonstration when we get home if you’d like. After we’ve done what we came to do, I can take you over my knees and spank you until you’re all pink and squirming under my hand. And then, I’ve got this little paddle that would have you sobbing and promising to be a good girl in about thirty seconds. You won’t sit comfortably for a couple of days, so let me ask you again. Are you going to do as I asked?

EXCERPT TWO

“You can’t break it!” She whirled to face him. She could feel the power vibrating within her, but she forced it back. “Nobody will ever be able to break it. That is the true curse, that I must live out eternity knowing that I am nothing more than a slave, a vessel for man’s pleasure.”

“Cassie, I don’t see you that way.”

“Don’t you?” She wanted to feel rage. Wanted the hot, burning, cleansing fire of it. But all she felt was the weight of the unbearable sadness she’d carried for centuries. “You won’t touch me, but I am not free to be my own person. If I leave, the amulet will pull me back. I am bound to you. And I am bound by your rules, as you proved to me tonight. I am not free. And I never will be.” With that, she turned and fled to her room.
What tasty treats for a beautiful Sunday! Thank you for being here, Stella! Love the book.

PURCHASE LINK

 

Spanking Implements – Part One

Oh, the word spanking. What kind of emotions does it bring to the table? Or the lap. Yes, I’m teasing on this gloomy Saturday morning. I write spanking stories mixed with suspense, danger, love, laughter, extortion and yes, murder. BUT… What does spanking add? We’ve already discussed that spanking is a genre that is here to stay. Spanking stories have been around for a long time. Readers can’t seem to get enough. I don’t care who your alpha male is – cowboy, alien, corporate CEO, attorney, doctor, outlaw or in the case of my series – smokejumpers. Powerful, dominating and sexy men rule. Literally.

What I think authors sometimes have quandaries about is what implement to use. Don’t spanking sayinglaugh. There is an art to using every single one of them. Practice is needed, skills for using certain floggers, canes, whips, etc. and some are considered far too harsh, especially for the situation. Also, there’s the logistics problem. What am I talking about? Well, think about being at the in-laws and that pretty but mouthy wife needs a hard spanking. How in the world are you going to excuse yourself to get the job done? Do you go out for a drive? How about go into the guest bedroom and close the door, hoping that the music coming from your iPhone is enough to mask the sound? Then there are the woods…

Do I have your mouth watering yet?

Think about being at a restaurant with friends and she disrespects her husband in an egregious fashion. Are you going to allow the disregard for rules, and perhaps decency, to go unchecked? Hmmm… What do you do? Take the truck to the back of the crowded parking lot and hope that no one can see, or maybe instead hope they do, adding to the humiliation level? What implement are you going to use?

In both cases, I doubt you’re going to have a duffel bag with you, filled with various spanking tools. And there are dozens. The imagination sometimes is the only hindrance. From belts and floggers, quirts and whips, canes, paddles, spoons, carpet beaters, switches, and the good old fashioned hand, what is the handiest tool in the toolbox? Snicker….

When writing various scenes, I get BORED to death with the same ole, same ole. I just do. I’ve spanked so many women with hands, belts, paddles, etc. that I roll my eyes at times. Of course, in books. And so, I try and be creative, but the implement must fit the spanking in order for the reader to believe in the level of punishment. I highly doubt that any husband is going to have a handy, dandy whip around, or in the car. Let alone, this type of implement is considered severe, only sometimes used in BDSM, and should NOT be taken lightly. This is where the training comes in. But does he always need to use his hand and nothing else?

So, let’s look a few implements that are typical.

THE HAND

Yeah, I need to start here first. There is nothing more personal than the use of the hand. Think about the scenario… A nice dinner, a lively conversation that turns into an argument. He says something that you don’t like, you follow with a nasty retort, accusing him of forgetting all about you, he counters with another comment and the situation gets ugly. At some point, you’ve raised your voice, now screaming obscenities in a very colorful stream. Imagine his face, stoic, allowing you to vent and when you’re finally through, finally, he eases his fork to the table and looks at you. THE LOOK. The one that he only uses when you’re in trouble.

You begin to perspire, beads trickling down from your forehead. You know you’ve crossed the line. When he calmly says, “I don’t appreciate your behavior and we’re going to deal with this right now. Right here.” Well…  You squirm in your seat, swallowing several times and fan your face as heat rises, creeping up from the swell of your breasts. Yes, you deserve a hard spanking for insolence. Yes, you know what you did was wrong, but you don’t want a spanking. Not now. Not in the middle of dinner.

No such luck.

He pushes back his hardback chair and pats his lap. There are no other need for words at this point. You hesitate then drop your head as you take that LONG walk to the other side of the table. Once there, he takes your hands, rubbing them with his fingers, and explains exactly what you did wrong and that he’s disappointed in you. As he guides you over his lap, lifting your skirt and lowering your panties, you long to be able to take back everything, every horrible word you muttered.

Smack! Crack!

The pain rushes into your legs and ass and you wiggle, ready to apologize for everything you’ve ever done wrong.

Pop! Slap!

Hmmm… I think you get the point. I think, and just my opinion, that a hand spanking is so very personal and can be used in various locations. What else?

THE WOODEN BRUSH

Now, I personally think that for most spankees, the brush is dreaded. This delicious implement is very portable, perfect to place in a glove compartment or a suitcase without drawing any extra attention. A beach trip, a business trip, a drive to the store or to see family – perfect. The handle, being short, is perfect for him to wrap his hand wooden hairbrusharound. Excellent control and can be used in confined spaces. PLUS, the thudding pain, which is VERY different than stinging such as a cane or switch, delivers a highly painful whack in a short burst. Do you have one in every glove compartment or center console of your vehicles? Hmm… You should.

What if you don’t have anything that works with you while you’re out on a normal Saturday, doing those dreaded errands? You’ve both had LONG weeks and are exhausted and you’re particularly cranky. The snapping begins the moment you slide into the passenger seat. You had difficult employees, long days and the weekend seems to be nothing but chores. The ride to Target begins the snapping. You can’t help but jab at him for not doing the laundry or cutting the grass. You remind him that he promised a discussion about your upcoming vacation and – nope. He didn’t follow through.

What’s a girl to do? Act like a prima donna. Okay, so that might be extreme, but you get the point. We’ve all been there as women. Tired of doing the lion’s share of the household chores, even though this is considered our responsibility. What does you man think? What can he do? Wait until you are safely secured behind closed doors of course, but…

Target – you walk inside together. Only a few items to pick up and one last stop before going home. You continue to nag. Nag. Push. Biting words. Nasty innuendoes. What can your man do? Have you select the perfect brush for a hard spanking smack in the middle of the parking lot and all on a crowded shopping day.

This time, he says nothing and doesn’t even bother to give you the infamous – you’re in trouble – look. He simply goes to the brush aisle. As you stand there, gripping the handle of the cart, he goes down the LONG row of brushes until he notices the various wooden handled selection. He begins to pull them off one by one, feeling the grip, swinging the brush as you stand mortified. Soon, shoppers all around you are watching, gawking at the act. He feels the bristles then holds the third choice into the light, twisting and turning.

Smack!

He slaps the back against his hand and nods, obviously satisfied. That’s when he gives you the look. You finish your shopping trip and when everything is placed in the trunk, he calmly tells you that you’re going to receive a spanking right here. In the middle of the parking lot. On the busiest shopping day of the week. Can you imagine your thoughts as he drives to the back of the lot – at least away from the heavy majority of other vehicles. He parks and calmly gets out, moving to the passenger side, opening the door. He takes your hand, easing you out then says in no uncertain terms that he’s going to sit down, push back the seat and you’re going to lie over his lap.

You can see the brush, fresh and new, ready to spank your naked ass. You wiggle down your panties before lying across his lap. Of course, the door is open and you know anyone can come by.

Smack! Slap!

Ooohhh… The spanking itself is painful, but what about the concept of humiliation? Whew…

THE BELT

The tried and true leather belt. The very one he wears the majority of the time. The brown, well-worn inch wide belt is the one you purchased over a year before. You overspent, creating an overdraft on the bank card and there is no excuse. You know it.coiled belt He knows it and there is no choice but to provide a punishment spanking. This one is going to hurt. I think the belt has been used since spankings began, often considered the go-to for many Heads of Household. The belt will leave marks, often welts and you dread this type of spanking more than any other.

But you deserve…

Saturday morning. He’s waited all night given his anger and decides to start the weekend off with a spanking, a round of heated discipline. You knew this was coming. Don’t tell me that you didn’t. When he commands you to go into the bedroom, undress and place two pillows on the bed, then wait in the corner until he comes in, thinking about the rules you broke, the basic infractions, you sniffle but refuse to cry. Yet you obey. As you’re standing in the corner, thinking about why you had to have yet another shirt that will hang in the closet, you try and think of how to apologize. You wait.

And wait.

And what seems like an hour later, he enters the room, telling you to lie across the pillows. You’re shaking, anxiety kicking your ass, but you’re resigned to the hard spanking and do as you’re told. Arms over your head, legs together, face pressed against the comforter. He explains the rules again. AGAIN. Then he tells you in no uncertain terms that you’re going to receive thirty smacks. THIRTY? You’re going to die!

Crack! Slap!

The leather strap hits you in the perfect sit spot and you wince, determined to keep your position.

Smack! Thwack!

The pain is excruciating and you’ll begin to beg for forgiveness. He reminds you to keep quiet as he rubs your back.

Pop! Crack!

When the spanking is over, he gathers you into his arms, comforting you and the words are there. Forever in his heart.

I love you…

Well, I hope you’ve gathered a sense of just a few examples. In writing stories, the actions and spankings need to seem real, personal and perfect for the setting. What do you think? What is the implement of choice in your house? What do you like to read about in spanking books? Is there a go to implement in your car or truck?

My naughty mind working overtime.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

Highlighting New and Enticing Authors

I wanted to take today and highlight three new authors to Blushing Books. Well, Bethany Leigh wrote several books then took some time off, but she’s back with an upcoming and very exciting book. I think it’s important to make certain we support new authors. Writing is hard work, much more so than I think readers understand. It’s not just about sitting back, typing several thousand words, but creating a world of pleasure, mystery, angst. As authors, we love what we do, but… When a book is finished, there’s so much more that’s involved. Editing, book covers, blurbs and marketing. Lordy the marketing.

I hope you enjoy just a little taste of three authors.

BETHANY LEIGH – GROOMED – COMING SOON

It’s 1999 and Charlotte and Connor have just got the internet at home. One night, Charlotte comes across an intriguing forum. It consists mostly of women posters whose husbands discipline them when they misbehave. In other words, they’re living Groomed finalCharlotte’s dream!

Charlotte’s marriage is in trouble. Work and family pressures have pushed her and Connor apart. The forum posters claim domestic discipline makes marriages closer, more intimate, that sex is through the roof. Charlotte wonders whether introducing the old-fashioned discipline she yearns for can bring her and Connor closer together too.

But Connor doesn’t take to the lifestyle and the failure frustrates Charlotte and drives them even further apart. In desperation, she seeks out a disciplinarian through the forum to satisfy her needs. He seems caring, thoughtful and is willing to take things slowly, allow time to build trust.

But there’s a missing backpacker who just might have a connection with the same disciplinarian.

Can Charlotte trust this charming man she’s met on the internet?

And how will it affect her marriage to Connor?

Will Charlotte ever get the loving discipline she craves?

ASHA DANIELS – HER RUGGED COWBOY – AVAILABLE NOW

I am a cowboy. I ride hard and play harder, refusing to deny any desires, no matter the cost.

Trust? There is no trust left, not after the hand I’ve been dealt.

Her Rugged Cowboys_200x300When she walks into my life, a spitfire and all woman, I will take what I want.

That is, if my brother doesn’t capture her heart…

Cowboy – synonymous with sexy as hell, the kind of rugged and dominating man every woman craves.

When there are three of them, the hunger becomes intoxicating.

For one woman, a caustic relationship requires a change of venue. Little did she know what the Pensive Steed Ranch would offer.

WILLA BRADLEY – HARVEST MOON RIDE – AVAILABLE NOW

Multiple word champion equestrienne, Etta Ross, has a dilemma.  How does she rescue the small band of mustangs from the rustlers who want to smuggle them to Mexico for slaughter while avoiding a run in with the legendary Texas Rangers?  If all she had to do was save the mustangs, her mission would be easy.  But she runs afoul of sexy Texas Ranger, Brody Jensen, when she’s wounded and stranded on foot in the middle of Willa Bradley Harvest Moon Ride -- Covernowhere.

Not buying her explanation that she was out for a walk, Brody is bound and determined to protect Etta who is adamant that she can save herself.  Brody is convinced that a few trips over his knee for a bare bottom spanking followed by his dominant lovemaking is just the remedy to Etta’s headstrong cowgirl ways.

Pretty tasty – eh? I hope you’ll take a chance and grab a copy.

Enjoy your day

Kisses 

Piper

What’s coming soon on my blog? Spanking Implements.