My Special Guest – Cassandre Dayne

I’m continuing my serious on highlighting various authors. This particular author has written over 200 books and has worked with several publishing companies. She was also in charge of two imprints at Booktrope. While she’s written everything from BDSM to LGBT, her favorites are psychological thrillers. Her upcoming release with Blushing Books just might scare you to death. Coming tomorrow! Say hello to…



When the final draft of erotic thriller author, Carrington Winters latest book turns Ravaged_500x755up in the wrong hands, the mistake sets off a course of events, some involving a complete stranger. The manuscript detailing her darkest desires, as well as mirroring a series of real-life murders, she’s drawn to the mystery man, throwing her inhibitions aside.

Haunted by the murder of his wife, architect Jackson Devereaux finds Carrington’s manuscript and her hidden needs too tempting to resist. As they learn to trust and explore their growing desires, they begin a cat and mouse game of guarded rendezvous until a murderer seeks revenge, targeting their budding love.

As new and heinous murders rock Chicago, Carrington is forced to face a past she was determined to shelve in an ugly black box, but secrets and lies refuse to be denied. What secrets do they both hold that could tear them apart? Is their new romance strong enough to survive a murderer intent upon destroying their lives?


Do you hunger like I do?

Do you crave what only I can give you?

Come… be with me forever…

Carrington Winters snapped her head up and sighed before catching a glimpse of her notepad. She’d been doodling again. As she read the words twice she grimaced and looked down at the small trashcan nestled against the corner of her desk. She’d written the same passage at least six times in the last two nights. And every time in red ink. Hell, she didn’t even know she owned a red pen. “What’s wrong with me?” The answer was far too damning to think about. Push away the ugly thought. Yeah, that’ll do it. Growling, she shook her head. She was simply exhausted from her self-imposed brutal schedule. That’s all. Time to get back to business.

Brushing a damp strand of hair from her face, Carrington fingered her teacup and sighed. “It’s almost done. Almost?” Blurry eyed, she gazed at the screen and realized all the letters were starting to melt together. Groaning, she sat back in her chair and took a sip of the lukewarm tea. What she really wanted was a tall glass of merlot, but if she didn’t hit send on her manuscript tonight there would be hell to pay. Her editor had been patient. The wine could wait until she was absolutely done. The damn errand had cost her nearly two hours. She hated traffic and traffic jams and assholes that acted like the road belonged to them.

Chuckling, she knew she would probably kill off the bastards in her next book. Probably? She was in the business of killing creatively. The thought gave her a smile. Mixing erotic and mass murder was an interesting twist but one she loved. There was no doubt she was enjoying being able to murder some of her characters and not simply have them romp in bed. Brushing the tip of her finger back and forth across the seam of her mouth, she reread the last two pages then read them again. Dear God, she was bone tired but she had to finish. “You can do it.” Giving her computer the finger, she moaned. Sleep was highly overrated. Still, she loved the book and was thrilled with the outcome.

Her Hidden Desires, Carrington’s highly anticipated second in her gritty erotic crime thriller novels, was already pre-sold to the tune of thousands at every major e-book shelf internet store and failure to deliver wasn’t an option. The remaining brick and mortar stores had surprised her with the quantity of their orders—or shocked her editor anyway. The story was headline material. Centered around an incredible real-life event in her hometown of Portsmouth, Ohio almost three years before, Carrington knew this one could be a best seller.

Climbing to her feet, she walked to the bulletin board nestled in the back corner of her office and fingered the copious newspaper clippings pinned across the four by six corkboard. She’d read every article, every internet piece to garner the feel of the dark story. The murders had shut down the small town for two months and the killer had escaped. Shivering, she held her arms and wasn’t able to go down the road of wretched memories. She’d come too far to fall into the trap again. Her story was simply a way of giving a voice to the mutilated women and to allow them retribution within the pages of her novel. While completely fictional, with every scenario totally different than the actual chain of events, the haunting piece was certain to ruffle a few feathers. Carrington only hoped the publication wouldn’t drag her into hell.

In truth, changing from being what some called a fluffy erotic romance author to an erotic crime storyteller was a calculated risk and one she welcomed with open arms, hence the name change to C.W. Wynters for the planned series. Exhausted, Carrington sauntered toward the bank of windows, allowing her a spectacular view of the great lakes, and sighed as she palmed the glass. There was no doubt she loved Chicago but she remained homesick for her small town nestled at the banks of the Ohio River. Shaking her head, she gazed out at the star filled sky and smiled.

There was something so peaceful about working from home in the wee hours of the morning. More committed than ever, she headed back to her desk determined to finish the book, grab a glass of wine and ease into a sudsy bath. Then maybe when she finally fell into bed she could sleep without the vicious nightmares jolting her every other hour or so. Shivering, she exhaled and pushed the ugly thoughts away as she glanced at her watch. Thank God, she didn’t have any early appointments.

Staring at the last paragraph for what had to be a full five minutes, she rubbed her eyes then repeated the passage out loud, unsure if anything she’d typed for the last hour made any sense. “And as Sheila glared down at the killer, knife nestled in her bloody hand, she smiled. His vacant eyes shimmering in the moonlight remained mesmerizing. After all, she’d seen his domineering expression every time they’d made love. Her body shaking, she remembered all the lies and the promises. Hell, she’d been such a fool but no longer. She was different now and one who would never allow a man to take advantage of her again. Hearing the subtle plop, plop sound she finally tilted her head, enabling her to look directly at the slickened tile floor. She brushed the back of her hand over her swollen lips and caught a glimpse of the knife, glistening in the dim lighting and couldn’t help but smile. The pool of red blood reminded her she was very much alive and the monster, her monster was dead. Dropping the knife, Sheila held her hand in front of her face and began laughing as the realization hit her hard. She’d become the monster she’d so feared.”

“Not bad.” Rubbing her arms as a cold shiver trickled down her back, Carrington nodded in respect to her work. The ending was much grittier than the one before, her editor gave her some great advice. Then again, this was a far different ending than the real story. Finally satisfied, she saved the piece and opened up her email. As she searched for her editor’s email address she laughed. A new computer, a new operating system and a new email account meant no saved email addresses. Sadly, the switch had been a necessary evil since her entire life had been hacked and certain files corrupted while she’d taken a few days off.

Hissing, she grabbed her notebook full of her contacts and flipped to the page listing her editor. Blinking furiously, she chastised herself for wearing her contacts for so many long hours. Hell, she could barely see a damn thing. Jennifer Devereau had more than one email and only the favored authors had her private one. It seemed Carrington had come up in the world. The thought giving her a mischievous grin, she typed in the address, added the attachment and couldn’t help but tease. Here you go. As requested and I think you’ll find the haunting ending much more to your liking. And no more teasing about the kinky moments being what I want.

Carrington nodded in satisfaction and hit send. The sad thing was Jennifer had no idea just how much she craved every single one of the acts portrayed in the book. From bondage and the kinky clubs to acts of domination as explored by her heroine turned killer, Carrington had always enjoyed the kinkier sides of sex—if no other place than in her dark fantasies. The few experimentations had left her breathless and hungering for more but she wasn’t sure she could ever trust anyone that much again. Then again, with one call she could have exactly what she craved. No, she wasn’t going there. Period. Sighing, she turned off the large monitor and padded into the kitchen. Now she could relax and celebrate. What a shame no one was up at almost three in the morning.

Pouring a hefty glass of wine, she stood gazing at nothing but her mind was already reeling around book number three. Halfway done, she needed to put herself in the middle of the victim’s world and that might mean a trip to the location where the horrific crimes happened. She loved doing research and this one was centered around the seediest kink clubs patronized by the upper crust of society. Murder and sex knew no age or money brackets. Even Jennifer was excited about the additional aspects of the series. If she could keep up the pace putting out four of these a year, along with her other erotic pieces, she might make a name for herself by the end of 2018. Nibbling her bottom lip, she walked past the bulletin board and stood staring at the ugly pictures, bloody photographs of the real victims. How could the woman have endured so much pain? Swallowing hard, understanding wasn’t difficult.

Do you hunger like I do?








Thank you so much for being here. Looks utterly terrifying!




Natural Order Within a Relationship

Is there such a thing? Well, the words can mean many different things to each one of us. Perhaps the word ‘order’ is akin to organization or to keeping your life in a particular place. I have a wonderful book coming out next week highlighting three different couples going through significant enough difficulties in their relationships that divorce in imminent. Each one tries domestic discipline almost as a last resort. dominant sayingHow do they handle their need to change? I hope you’ll check out Honor and Obey volume one.

I love having lively discussions about alternative lifestyles and while researching over the years, have talked to many men and women both D/s (Dominant/submissive) and DD (Domestic Discipline lifestyles. Recently, a male friend who every so often reads one of my books asked whether I believed BDSM and its various sister relationships such as D/s, M/s and DD could coexist with religious individuals. I think he means living in, working in and perhaps in a sense playing in the same space. Hmm… That does leave one to a big pause. My beliefs may be a bit jaded. Many of you may have read that domestic discipline has roots in Christianity. I mentioned that in a recent blog. If you Google the words you’re going to find many a site embracing the concept with a heavy dose of religion. The faith seems to be there along with the understanding, and my guess from taking passages from the Bible, that men were created to be the head of the household. All throughout the various passages within the sacred book, there are references to the man being in control.

Even if you follow the way of evolution, male apes were hunters and gatherers. They protected the women and the children of the clan. They were the ones who fought to the death if necessary. Through every century, every period of time there were certain punishments issued for wrong doings.

In the medieval days, punishment was doled out for misbehaving women who fought against their required duties. Spanking was regularly used. Even art work derived from eighteenth and nineteenth centuries depict wives over their husband’s knees receiving a hard spanking. There were other methods of punishment clearly seen and written about as well. If you’ve read anything about the period of time, you know there were torture chambers that would kick the butt of anything today. However if you look at the pictures, truly see what methods of discipline were being used, well… Are those the early beginnings of BDSM? Perhaps. From stockades to whipping stations, whips crafted from the hide of a cow to the invention of a cane, the methods were primitive but highly effective.

In other words since the very beginning of time until fairly recently there seemed to be that “natural order” and the concept wasn’t challenged, rarely pushed against. There was no question of women obeying their fathers then their husbands. They simply did as they were told.

Perhaps somewhere around the industrial age the thought of equality came into the forefront. Women’s rights took ahold and we know the world as it is today. Don’t get me wrong. I completely believe in women’s rights and they can be much better suited to run a corporation, should hold office, and serve in the military. However… if you’re spiritual at all you might embrace the concept that the natural order of things has been disturbed. Women began to take on more of the workload, both in and out of the home. As they began to earn money they of course spent more time out of the house and equality for women was born. I’m not here to negate the facts or to take sides, other that you’ve heard me say before I believe men have been rather emasculated by equal rights. Men feel it every day even though they might not want to say anything.

I don’t know exactly when the word “obey” was taken out of the marriage vows, but pretty much the culture was the deciding factor. Households became very equal and both the man and the woman shared everything, including stress. Arguments about money, family, friends and life became a mainstay and depending on how close or how far apart you grew as a couple seemed to depend on the rate of divorce.

No one wins these arguments either and you know the type I mean. We’ve all had a screaming battle with our spouse over what turned out to be n-o-t-h-i-n-g. The incident left a bad taste in our mouths and we usually raced away in anger, seething. Often times we went to bed enraged. Sometimes the wretched event started all over again. Who wins in this situation? No one. I can tell you that many of these kinds of arguments have left a bitter taste that lingers into months, even years later. What if you could do away with that level of angst? What if you both knew the rules and realized what would happen if they were broken? Sounds simplistic but…

My male friend has grown curious, especially since he’s read some of my stories. He’s been exploring more on sites such as Fet Life and has been reading Tied in chair 2articles and blogs, talking to Dom’s as well as searching the Internet in his quest to learn more. He realized, just like I have, the many couples are again turning toward more of a domestic discipline type relationship. Why? Probably because marriages aren’t working. We don’t have to look at a book of statistics to realize how high the divorce rate is. Even I’ve mentioned marriages should be like a lease on a car. Every five or ten years the lease is up, then you re-evaluate to determine if changes are needed or you simply terminate.

What if the relationship was based on the set of rules and the wife obeyed the husband period? There was no question, no wishy washy. Hmm… Let’s ponder the modern day version. She’d probably have an outside life including work and friends, a budget to spend and the opportunity to do what she wants within limits. What would be the major changes? She’d be required to tell her husband where she was going and have permission. She couldn’t spend the credit cards to the hilt. She’d have to do whatever chores were assigned to her and yes, she’d please him in methods of sexual pleasure as well. None of these are set in stone. Of course every couple has a choice to make their relationship what they want it to be, including every rule imposed. Couples talk about the rules together and determine which work. Then the husband often makes the final decisions. But if she broke the rules she would be punished.

There is some difference in a D/s (Dominant/submissive couple) but they have the same basic structure. The word is ‘structure’ and for many women, they truly embrace the love and devotion, the attention and care the husband/Dom has. They feel adored and cared about, safe and protected. They know they can go to him and ask for help and when they feel stressed even a spanking might make them feel less tense. If you really stop and think about the dynamics, doesn’t this seem natural? He’s the caretaker, the hunter and gatherer in the modern day sense, and he has your best interest at heart. What could be wrong with this? Just some thoughts.




Honor and Obey—cherished words from the past and ones that can be difficult to live by. Relationships are difficult at times and arguments or bitter feelings can often Honor and Obey_500x755result in the destruction of love. What if an alternative lifestyle can change everything? What if love and trust can be reborn, wrapped in a blanket of obedience? Will the couples take the chance in the hope of saving their love?

Her Gift

Her Request

Her Silence

Three couples. Three stories of heartache. Three reasons to learn to honor and obey.

Do they have what it takes?

My Special Guest – Sandra Havro

Well, this lady might not be a household name, but many of us know her and her fabulous work. I think for many readers, you have no idea what happens behind the scenes. Once an author writes a book, submits and is accepted – then the real work begins. What do I mean by that? When there’s a publishing company, an entire team surrounds each book, various preparations done prior to the concept of release. This includes a full edit of the book and that can take time.

For authors, no matter how many times we read over a story, there are going to be mistakes. Nature of the beast. We know what we meant to say so we can glean ride over a misspelled word like nobody’s business. We also can’t see flaws in our plot line because we’re too close. While an editor’s job isn’t the change a story, he or she polishes every page. Depending on the skill level of the author as well as the length, this could take hours or days. I think many new authors are so concerned an editor is going to “change” their work. No so, but the editor will or should point out flaws. He or she thinks like a reader. An editor must have a firm grasp on correct grammar and yes, there are true styles with regard to fiction books.

I’ve seen careers of authors derailed with a single poor edit on a book. How many times have you read a book and found so many errors that you were jarred out of enjoying? You and I know the answer. I think you can see just how important an editor’s job truly is. As an author, finding one that learns and understands your style, your voice and nurtures you as you continue in your writing career, this is like finding gold. I have this with Sandra. She is by far the best editor I’ve ever worked with in seven years. I’m thankful for her honesty, impeccable business ethics and her sense of humor. This lady is also an animal lover and has the same taste in music as I do – metal. Enough of me talking. Let’s find out more about this incredible person.


I have to ask you first, how did you get into editing?

I have always been an avid reader and always read and reviewed, SH is my review name, and long before I started to read ARC’s. I didn’t even know what an ARC was, ZuesandZoeylol. But then, for years, I read ARC’s for Blushing Books and SNP when it came about. Whenever I read one, and I usually read at least one every day, if I found any mistakes, I would always email that information to them. Blushing Books approached me with the opportunity to edit for them and I happily agreed.

What do you love best and worst?

The best part is the excitement of helping an author fine tune their creation, making it the best it can be. The worst part is my time to read for pleasure has decreased, although I still squeeze it in, because I simply must read.

What is your editing schedule like?

I edit whenever I can find the time, no set schedule. So, I may be editing during the day, or late into the evening and then again, at the crack of dawn. I love having that freedom.

Do you have a favorite location to edit?

I edit at my desktop computer right off my kitchen and family room. I can concentrate and still be aware of my surroundings.

Can you tell me some of the authors you work with?

I work with some wonderful authors! Lexie Clark, Chula Stone, Olivia Starke, Ruby Caine, Shanna Handel, Cassandre Dayne, Viola Morne and you, just to name a few. I also beta read for a couple of authors, as well.

What is some advice that you would give to writers from your point of view?

In general, I would suggest to always do a final read through and run spell check before submitting. I know most authors already do this, but as authors make changes they should always check one more time.

There has to be one funny story…  Please let us know!

I was editing a book and I was stunned by the number of mistakes, and I kept wondering what in the world was happening. About halfway through the book, I approached the author and asked about it.  Come to find out, I wasn’t working off the final draft. The author had some weather related electrical problems and the final draft never saved. It’s funny now…

What are your favorite kinds of books to read?

I love mystery/suspense and I love romance with some spice!

Who are your favorite authors?

The following list does not include the authors I edit for, their books hold a special place in my heart. How could they not? This is difficult, lol, I may need a separate page for this! Ha ha! I read everything that my favorite authors write, that being said, let me apologize in advance because I’m sure I’m going to miss someone, but here goes: David Baldacci, Jonathan Kellerman, Michael Connelly, Lee Child, Carolyn Faulkner, Maggie Ryan, Maddie Taylor, Maren Smith, Alta Hensley, Jennifer Bene, Natasha Knight, Mariella Starr, Zoe Blake, Laylah Roberts…

Now, some juicy questions…

I know you have some fabulous creatures who rock your world. Tell us about them.

Do you mean my husband, children and grandchildren?  Just kidding… kinda   I have Zoey and Zuesalways loved animals, my entire life. In fact, I was going to be a veterinarian until I realized that blood and I don’t get along that well. I currently own, or I should say am owned by, two English mastiff puppies, a 13-pound mini-schnauzer mix, a 12-pound mini-pinscher mix, and a 17-year-old cat.

Why do you love the larger breed dogs?

I had an English mastiff, that I lost ten years ago. I discovered my love for the giant breed with her. There is something so special about a dog that grows to weigh more than most people.

What other kinds of furry creatures do you love?

Horses, I adore them.

What hobbies or other activities do you enjoy?

Reading, movies, family time, traveling, collecting LuLaRoe leggings – I own over 40 pair lol

How does your family feel about your editing career?

They know how much I love it and are happy for me, they think it’s pretty cool too and right up my alley. I’m the one everyone comes to when they need help with English homework or writing something.

The ocean or the mountains?

The sound of the ocean and the smell of the mountain airTattoo1

Chocolate or Twizzlers – why or why not?

Yes, to both! York Peppermint patties are my favorite and I like Twizzlers better than regular licorice.

Wine or Margaritas?

Whiskey lol

Do you edit to music? If so, what kind?

I love music, but can’t edit to it because I want to sing, badly, and I can’t concentrate on my editing. I like lots of different music, depends on what I’m doing at the time

What’s your concept of the perfect vacation?

A nice long cruise

What are two items on your bucket list?

I must see a real-life castle in Scotland that people lived in, must. To breed my English mastiffs at least once.

Leather or lace?


What is one thing people would be surprised to find out about you?

I started getting tattoos after the age of 40

Is this lady incredible or what? Don’t you love the pictures of her babies, Zues and Zoey? Thank you so much for being here. You’re fascinating as well as awesome to work with. I hope you guys enjoyed!




My Special Guest – Vanessa Brooks

I’m happy to present yet another amazing Blushing Books authors. She’s also become a very good friend and the very first person to help retweet and market Piper so she’ll always have a special place in my heart. She has a fabulous book and one you are destined to read time and time again. Not only do we get a taste, but I have a sexy interview with the lady as well. Grab a cold drink and enjoy!




 A woman is made up of many aspects of personality and Elspeth Merryweather is Vanessa bookno exception. She is a young Victorian woman whose character has been formed out of necessity. Lifted from despair she is given hope, but a cruel twist of fate changes everything. A simple courageous act on her part leaves her with total amnesia. Remembering nothing of her previous life she awakens with no memories of the cruelties she has previously suffered or the love she has recently found. Can Elspeth, a lost waif, survive the rigours of poverty in the harshness of Victorian London?

Turning to mudlarking as a way of survival, can she create enough strength to sustain her through desperate times?  Can a strict professor make her feel alive? Using loving discipline he brings safety to Elspeth’s troubled life but will she have the courage to become her own person and rekindle the passion she once felt for her lost love, even though she cannot remember his name? Can an emerald, the mystical Shiromani, help bring these star crossed lovers back together to form the bonds that they have lost?

Vanessa Brooks brings us her new sensual Victorian melodrama, one that will enthral you and carry you on a journey spanning the distance from India all the way to Victorian England during the 1870s. This is an epic tale that encompasses betrayal and a lasting love that knows no bounds.


“Open your eyes Elspeth, watch yourself come. Watch yourself as I control your pleasure.” She stared into the mirror, a young woman, naked, flushed with arousal stared back at her, wide eyed, pupils dilated with lust, nipples puckered like raspberries. Pale coppery hair that escaped her coiffure, hung in curls about her shoulders. Her legs divided either side of her handsome husband’s lap. His knees, set with neat creases in his trousers, looked wickedly incongruous between her immodestly splayed thighs. Even more inappropriate to her eye, was the sight of his white cuffed wrists as his hands fervently delved into her pinkly exposed loins, tormenting her quim to the point where she would very soon orgasm. It was an overwhelmingly erotic sight, her body hummed with impending culmination.


Hi Vanessa, so tell me, where do you live, you’re not an American are you?

No, I’m English, I live in a county called Sussex, in England, which is area rich in history. I have a number of castles that date back to around the 10-1300’s nearby to where I live. Including Lewes Castle, originally called Bray Castle, which was built in 1069. Living near to and visiting such amazing ancient buildings soon engendered a desire to know more about the people that lived there and about their daily lives.

So you like writing stories mainly set in the past?

Yes, I enjoy writing books set in past times. I’m interested in American history too; I mean who doesn’t love a hot sexy cowboy? I’ve written three westerns, one was for the popular Red Petticoat series.

Why do you prefer historical writing?

Well, I do enjoy the research and I guess growing up I became hooked on films of swashbuckling heroes and stoical cowboys, men of a bygone era. These alpha males vanessa portraitthought nothing of turning a spitfire heroine across their thigh to deliver a well deserved spanking before kissing the lady passionately until she melted into his arms, these red-bloodied heroes thrilled me!

Ah, but then what about consensual spanking?

Yes, I totally agree that permission is necessary in the world we live in today. I would be the first to say equal rights for men and women.  However, in the past when a husband had the right to spank his wife, despite her objections, well, I have to tell you that just pushes all my buttons!

Ha, ha your secret’s out now!

Groan, but surely I am not alone in this? I’m guessing that some of my readers must feel the same way.

So tell me Vanessa, what is it about history that gets your creative juices flowing?

Hmm, well once I realised that these people from the past were simply men and women just like you and me, full of hopes and dreams; love and sexual desire, lived through disasters and suffered abject grief and misery. These things touched them, just as they do us today; I wanted to find out more about them.

I want to bring the era’s in which I write to life for my readers, to help them feel that they are actually there, experiencing that particular time in history.

I began to read in earnest in my later years of school. Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, Wilkie Collins, and Thomas Hardy, Dickens of course. I couldn’t read fast enough! These authors brought history alive for me and I devoured them all. Then I discovered a different kind of author. Writers that drew me into a deeper world of passion, romantic historical authors, such as Anya Seaton, Kathleen Woodiwiss, Rosemary Rogers, Barbara Erskine and Diana Gabldon. These creative writers awoke a desire within me to write a story for myself.

So what was your first novel and when was it published?

The Adventures of Linnett Wainwright, came out in 2014 with Blushing Books. I was absolutely thrilled to have my manuscript accepted by them and the rest as they say is…history!

So now your new Victorian Melodramas are out soon. Can you tell us a bit about the plot of book one?

Yes, Elspeth is about an intrepid young English woman who is forced to leave her home in India to return to Victorian England, this is at a time when British rule in India was at its imperial peak but the story itself is set in Victorian London. She meets the love of her life aboard ship, Professor Adam Beresford and they have a torrid affair. On returning to London she attempts to rescue an elderly man, Arthur Brown, who is set upon by brigands. Elspeth is knocked to the ground and bangs her head so hard on the pavement that when she awakes she has no memory of what happened or who she is. Remaining with Arthur and living as his niece, she learns how to survive poverty by mudlarking along the Thames.

Sorry to interrupt Vanessa but what on earth is mudlarking? 

I am glad you asked that. It is where people dig along the shore line of the Thames River for items to sell. Nowadays, people dig for antiques and still find amazing artefacts even today. There were many shipwrecks out at sea over the years and the strong tides that run inland to the Thames carried all sorts of objects that lodged in the mud just waiting to be found. In Victorian England it was a way for the poor who were not tempted by a life of crime to survive.

Wow, well hey you learn something new every day!

So let’s get down and dirty…and I don’t mean in the mud! Where does the hot sex and spanking come into this tale?

Ha! Obviously Adam has been searching for his lost love but after a couple of months they simply meet again quite by chance. There is a mystical Emerald in the story. The jewel weaves a thread throughout the book and plays a part in how they re connect. Elspeth has no recollection of Adam and so to keep her safe beside him, Adam tells her that he is her husband. Elspeth is not good at obeying her new found husband and soon discovers that he has the perfect deterrent for her wilful behaviour, a trip across his knee! Between getting to know one another all over again and learning to trust, Elspeth tests Adam at every turn. They do marry but there is a twist in the book but I’d rather everyone took the voyage of discovery by reading this epic tale than disclose the plot.

So when will Elspeth be released?

On August 25th and it will be offered free for a short while – a big thank you to all my loyal readers and it will be available free on Amazon Unlimited.

Now that is a bargain – free! And book two, when is that due to be released?

Amanda, book two, comes out on September 1st – although the characters cross over from the previous book one it is a stand-alone read. Both books have a very dark side, just as Victorian England did, but they also both have good doses of humour. I honestly don’t believe anyone who reads either of these two Victorian Melodrama books will be disappointed!

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Thank you so much for being here! I am very excited for you. Good luck on the release!!





Domestic Discipline – My Thoughts

I have a wonderful compilation of stories coming out in two volumes in the next couple of months called Honor and Obey from Blushing Books. They are all about couples who’ve had difficult relationships and are heading for divorce or an end to their romance. They’ve tried every traditional method of repair from counselors to talking, being more romantic and sharing fears and worries with friends and family. Nothing works. Through various methods, they each happened upon the concept of biting her lipdomestic discipline. First of all, what does this mean?

Domestic discipline is a lifestyle where the man (yes, this can be a same sex couple but in my stories, they are all men and women) is the Head of Household. The man rules so to speak and the woman obeys, given rules to follow and parameters. When they disobey, they are disciplined or punished. This can mean a removal of privileges, washing the woman’s mouth out with soap and yes, spankings. Before you gasp, there are many documents written that this is based in some form of Christianity. Now, I’m not a practicing Christian, although I do believe there must be a higher deity, but I find it quite interesting that many very religious people scoff that this couldn’t be Christian in any manner. Well, why not?

From as long ago in recorded documents, you see that the man was in charge of the household. Only in recent history – we’re talking in the past hundred years – has the woman been given more equality. Today, at least in modern societies such as the United States, Canada and other western style countries, the woman has full equality. They make their own decisions and often there is a push pull in relationships as to who is the actual leader in the relationship. I think we all know that having two leaders can be difficult whether in times of war or peace, in a corporation or in a family setting. You can’t deny this.

So, what happens with two very strong heads butt together? Well, there is going to be some kind of war. We see this every day. Do you honestly think this is any different in marriages or living together situations? Uh, no. Think about your own relationship. Do you have times where you’re trying to make a decision and you are both polar opposites? Whether this is about purchasing a car or what location to take a vacation, we all have opinions and I don’t know about you, but I have no problem whatsoever expressing mine. You bet I’m bold and often aggressive. Forget the assertive part. When I want you to know something, you bet you’re going to hear. Does that bode well for harmony in the household? Not usually. We all try and get along, give and take. Right? How is it working for you?

Have any of you been close enough to divorce that you’ve questioned the very reason you got together with your significant other in the first place? You can’t lie. For the majority of us, this has happened at least once. What if you could take away a significant portion of the strife? What if there is one leader and ultimately what he says goes? I know. This takes some thought process, doesn’t it? In a time where divorce rates remain very high, the notion at least should be given some thought. That’s why I’ve written many stories and books about domestic discipline. I’ve also talked to many couples who live this lifestyle, even spent time on forums and in discussion rooms talking to men and women. They’ve been very frank and honest about their personal difficulties. And yes, you bet their candid representation has given me more than one question in my mind. Could this work?

First of all, not to be taken lightly by any means. There must be many discussions, a lot of personal reflection time and total honesty – not something everyone can do. Oh, and so you know, this lifestyle does not necessarily mean aspects of BDSM – which so many think it does. Can there be elements? Yes, including various sexual concepts, but for the most part, men and women living this are similar to you and I in almost every regard – except – she follows his rules. And there’s something else that’s tremendous in what I’ve learned. Couples who practice are much closer. They are honest to a fault, the love is amazing and yes, their belt in his handspassion increases.

Imagine a scenario. The wife is given a spending allowance and overspends by a couple hundred dollars, making paying the mortgage difficult that month. She knows better. She’s right there in understanding their needs, but decides the dress and shoes for herself or the kids is much more important. This is a very basic example but go with it. Should she be punished?

Hmmm… In domestic discipline, the husband will sit down and talk with her about her reasons why. Hopefully she’ll explain that she’s been down lately and needed a pick me up. They’ll come to an agreement about what to do next time, then he’ll establish her punishment. Perhaps he’ll issue a severe spanking followed by corner time. Then the issue will go away, no need to discuss further. She’s absolved and hopefully has learned that this kind of behavior isn’t in her best interest. Sound too simplistic?

I was talking with a friend the other day about these kinds of books and she totally disagrees that this is based in Christianity, although she flat out stated that the Bible teaches that men should be in charge and the woman should obey. O-kay. Don’t you think there are consequences in every aspect of what we do in our lives? If you break the rules and speed, a cop stops you. What do you think happens? Have a nice day and don’t do that again. No. You receive a ticket and pay for your sins. Why should there be any difference in a relationship? Again, this is pretty simplistic, but I think you get the point.

We are all different in what we want, need, require in our relationships and quite frankly, the total honesty shared goes out the window at some point. I don’t know a single couple that’s really happy. They’ll lie and have that huge smile on their faces when you come over, but what goes on behind closed doors is often ugly, even disgusting. There’s little or no respect left. Then why bother? Get that divorce. Move on your merry way and sink into another relationship. Repeat. You can argue and be unhappy or change. What if you could have enough courage to try something off the chain?

I don’t know. I’m so mouthy I think I’d be in trouble all the time, but if I knew there were consequences regarding my decisions, I might change my behavior after some time. I could also see that talking very frankly could lead to a closer relationship. How could it not? Passion is another thing. When you are so open with another, you are naturally drawn to that person. I can only imagine what this would do for a sexual relationship.

While these are just my thoughts, I try and bring the joy, the sorrow and the fear into my books, to try and honor those who’ve taken that huge step. They are just like you and me with worry about money, the kids, health issues, family disagreements and what’s for dinner tonight. They simply took a leap of faith.

Something to think about on this beautiful day…




My Special Guest – Dakotah Black

Happy Saturday. I have another wonderful author to share with you today. Do you love romantic comedy? I’m usually not the light and fluffy kind of gal, but there are times you want to sit back and read or watch something lighter. Dakotah’s books are meant to give you a smile, a heated flush and a sarcastic laugh. She’s the author of a series set in a gated community association called PINKED – a campy murder mystery series – and is trying her hand at something a bit… saucier in style. Oh, these are the same characters…  Welcome:



Nicky French is successful in a job she hates. She’s also hungry for one sexy man, Mick St. Simons, the owner of the Flamingo Rustler—only the hottest club in Richmond, Virginia. Between his six-foot-five-inch body, his sultry Australian accent and his long golden locks, she’s hooked. Too bad she was hurt by her ex so badly, The Scheme_500x755she’s unable to trust another man. But Mick is nothing but a playboy, so she keeps him at arms-length anyway.

Mick St. Simons may come across as a playboy, but things are not what they seem. He’s been hurt in the past and guards his heart. When his bar has some financial difficulties and the need for increased customers, Nicky agrees to help her best friend, Veronica, plan a fund-raising event. The only snag is that Mick wants nothing to do with an event the size they are planning. Nicky is their only hope of convincing him to try. Her method? One hot moment inside a storage room when their chemistry sparks.

What no one realizes is that Veronica holds a secret, if discovered, could destroy her friendship with Mick. The only solution is to convince Mick and Nicky that they belong together before the truth is unveiled. Secrets and lies weave a tangled web and friends become embroiled in a heated battle of push and shove, one in which burning desires are revealed.

Can Nicky put the past behind her, trusting the one man she could love again? Is Mick able to fight the demons he keeps buried deep inside? Or are they both too stubborn to acknowledge what is right in front of them?


“Why the long face, lovely lady?” Leaning over the bar, the rugged blond gave her a saucy grin, his eyes twinkling. “I think you need a good fuck and I have the perfect guy in mind.”

Nicky French sighed as she shook her head. “Very funny, Froggy.” She loved coming to the Flamingo Rustler, the location a perfect stop on her way home from work.

“I’m serious.”

While she should be shocked at his brazen comment, he was dead on. She hadn’t had sex in over a year and she was as horny as she’d ever been. “Don’t say his name to me. After the day I’ve had, I don’t want any additional shit.” The entire day had indeed been wretched, the horrors included three full-blown arguments with homeowners, the usual threat against her safety for being a ‘bitch’ and one massive water leak in her own townhouse.

“I stand by my comment.” Winking, Froggy gave her a heated look. “And an intense round of spanking would do you some good. Over the knee, bare-assed spanking.”

“What?” Nicky had to admit the thought sounded delicious.

“Yup. You’re cranky as hell.”

“If you must know, I hate my job.” She eyed the handsome bartender who’d become a good friend over the past few months and swirled her drink as she thought about her career. Nicky French, Community Association Manager of the very prestigious gated community association, Leopard’s Pointe, was nothing but a punching bag for a group of bedraggled owners who truly believed they were better than everyone else.

Froggy chuckled and grabbed the bottle of merlot, filling her glass to the rim. “Here, sunshine, I think you need another. I haven’t seen you this antsy in a month. I still think I know exactly what, or who, you need to get you out of your mood.”

Grabbing the glass, she raised her eyebrow before taking a large gulp. “Why don’t you tell me then.” Every other night she was stopping by The Flamingo Rustler restaurant and bar for a nightcap. Alcohol definitely soothed her savage beast in trying to deal with the nutcases that disguised themselves as upstanding citizens. Liquor had become her friend. Wasn’t that a freaking pain in the ass?

Slowly he turned his head toward the kitchen door, grinning mischievously. “Why don’t you take the boss up on his offer of unbridled lust? Think about the possibilities. One night of uninhibited raunchy sex is just what the doctor ordered. I think if you ask him right now, he’ll be happy to ride you like a wild pony. Here he comes now.”

Coughing, Nicky couldn’t help but turn her gaze toward the hottest male she’d ever seen in her life. Mick St. Simons was all beefy brawn at six-foot-five with sun-kissed shoulder length hair and the most dashing cerulean blue eyes she’d ever seen. Without a doubt, his all male swagger and delicious Aussie accent were the very reasons a series of tremors shimmied deep into her pussy every time the man opened his mouth. Shivering, she blinked furiously as she watched him saunter through the crowd of adoring patrons, greeting the long-time customers with a sensuous flair. “Whew.”

“Uh-huh, you’re drooling love,” Froggy murmured as he wiped a single bead of wine from her chin. “You two adore the hell out of each other. Why don’t you go fuck like bunnies and soothe the hunger furrowing inside of you?”

“That’s an interesting way to put it. Why don’t you announce that over the loud speaker so the entire restaurant can hear your shameless thoughts?” But damn, if she didn’t hunger for the rough-hewn man like no other. The thump, thump, thump of her heart matched her scattered breaths as he inched closer. Squeezing her cunt muscles, Nicky knew damn good and well she craved the man who’d toyed with her for six long months. Gulping another large taste of wine, she closed her eyes and tried to control her ridiculous reactions.

Froggy leaned close and sent a pulse of hot breath dancing across her skin. “Yep, you’re hooked and horny. Mick!”

Her eyes flew open and she grabbed his wrist. “Stop it! You know Mick and I wouldn’t be good together.”

He shook his head, wrenched his arm away from her and eased back from the bar. “Quite the contrary. I think the two of you will be sinfully tasty together.” Tipping his head, he sauntered down toward the end of the bar, swaying his hips back and forth to taunt her.

Nicky hissed and stole another lust-filled gaze at Mick. Goddamn, he looked hot as shit. Whew baby! The skin-tight black jeans showed every curve of his delicious round butt and the giant bulge in between his legs. Dear God, Mother Nature had given the man more than his share of testosterone. Feeling a nervous tick on the corner of her mouth, she grabbed the glass of wine and consumed half before setting the glass down onto the bar with a distinct thud. Why the hell was she so nervous around him?

“Hello, luv.”

The low timbre of his husky voice sent chills down her spine. Licking her lips, Nicky fought the quivers that threatened to expose her raging, naughty minx desire and turned slowly to face him. “Hey Mick, good crowd tonight.”

Mick tossed his hair back and eyed the dining room. “Sadly, business is off. I need to do something to kick up the heat.” Grinning, he took her hand and slowly brought her fingers to his mouth, kissing her palm then darting his tongue out to trace a long line down from her wrist to the end of her middle finger. As he took just the tip inside, sucking while he flashed his eyes down to her breasts, he hummed.

So, this was what they meant by full-court press. Nicky fought the hungry beast that lived within her, the one that wanted to throw herself over one of the pool tables in the back room, meant for men only. They wouldn’t be making love. They’d be fucking rough and rowdy style. Stop it! Chastising her ridiculous thoughts, she pulled her hand away and caught Froggy’s impious grin from the other side of the bar. “Well, I’m sure you’ll think of something to drum up business.”

“Mick, can Veronica and I have a word with you?” The stunning blond swayed back and forth, her grin laced with a naughty glint. “Hey, Nicky girl, nice to see you. Mick’s been asking about you.” Her smile was laced with mischief.

“Hey, Candy.” Nicky smiled and eyed Mick. Since the first day Nicky had ventured into the neon swathed restaurant, she and Candy had been friends. Had he really been asking about her?

“Sorry luv, the restaurant queen calls. Be right back,” Mick said quietly as he lowered his head and brushed his lips across Nicky’s cheek.

Nicky realized she was holding her breath, her nerves on edge and as he walked away, she homed in on his chiseled butt. “Oh my.”

“Yep, you two are going to have to fuck soon or the restaurant won’t be left standing, given the amount of electricity soaring.” Froggy refilled her glass.

“I do have to drive home.”

I can just see that Aussie now. Can you? This dazzling piece is coming to Blushing Books next week!




Confessions of a Sinful Submissive

Forgive me my Sir, for I have sinned. I’ve forgotten to do my chores today, received a speeding ticket for going fifteen miles over the speed limit and masturbated in the office bathroom at lunch. I know I deserve a hard spanking!

You can laugh, but I often wonder how many submissives need to confess various sins on a regular basis. In writing, I try and bring the level of angst along with the blindfolded in chairultimate love, worry and fear, understanding and forgiveness. Both the Dominant and the submissive are challenged by each other. Confessing often expedites the difficult situation. Or so a submissive would like to think. Could I or would I confess? Hmmm…

I’m a rather opinionated woman. I think any Dom would have a difficult time controlling me and admitting my sins? I’m not certain I would be good at that. I have two books coming out – volumes of stories where the women in the relationship learn that being obedient, submissive and receiving discipline for their sins creates harmony in the home. Is that really possible? Would confession actually help?

In Honor and Obey, I explore these questions and more. I absolutely loved getting into these characters, finding that moment they finally open up, share their inner soul. Tougher to do than you think.

Confessions. The word itself means so many different things. Whether you’re confessing a sin, a want or need, or a varying aspect of your personality others aren’t aware of, divulging secrets can be uncomfortable. We all have various thoughts or desires that we keep secret, but often things occur when we least expect them, requiring us to air our dirty laundry. People are very complicated, complex, as well as completely different inside and out, and that makes for interesting friends, lovers etc. I think one aspect that remains true for all of us – we long for acceptance. I’m realizing this more and more lately.

When I write stories, whether D/s, paranormal or gritty horror, there’s always an element of one or more characters who are hiding something grizzly. Readers savor peeling an onion, finding the juicy yet fallible center. We root for the bad guy in television and movies, and let’s face it, what girl doesn’t hunger for the rough-hewn biker type? While the exterior may be a little rugged around the edges, the heroes of our dreams all have a soft center. By the end of the book or movie, they’ve opened up to the woman they hunted, confessing their dark desires as well as intimate details about their past. The formula is all the same in romance novels. Boy meets girl, boy chases girl and he, she or both have a dirty little secret. He chases her. He pushes him away. Then they ride off into the sunset to live happily ever after on a ranch/mansion/magical island. Yeah, right.

My D/s stories are quite a bit different, don’t you think? Why are they? Because of the added complexity of living in a sense two completely different lives. You live one every day when you work, spend time with certain friends and around your mother in law. You live another entirely when you’re behind closed doors. Your obedience to your Master truly begins. This is very much the way of D/s couples. The vanilla world may never know who we (yes, I place myself in this category due to what I write) truly are.

The majority of women are strong willed, very opinionated and don’t mind telling the world their thoughts. I know I push hard, often raging against the machine. In talking with several Heads of Households, they love a spirited woman who speaks her mind. They simply want to be obeyed. Again, I think with a D/s relationship, the very frank and open lines of communication allow for very pointed discussions that include various uncomfortable topics. This alone pushes away the need to hold a secret.

Let me as you a couple of questions. Are you ready to confess your sins to your lover, your Dom, your family? Can you tell the most important people in your life who you really are? Can you rip off the mask and expose your underbelly? I think for a lot of us, the question remains unanswered. We’re terrified of being made fun of, ridiculed too hungry to waitfor our beliefs. I’m not a religious person in any manner, but I do appreciate the Catholic Church and the ability to confess your sins. Once the act is complete, the confessor is exonerated, free of their evil or wicked deed. The sins are stated behind closed doors, anonymity a promise of secrecy. I’ve often wondered if some very creative murderers dropped various clues simply to unload burden from their souls.

While God and the church might be forgiving and non-prejudicial, some of our loved ones just might not be as accommodating. Then there’s the other aspect, confessing your needs to yourself. Often times we can be our own worst enemy. We anguish over our dark desires, as if they’re a bad thing. There isn’t a Dom or a Head of Household, husband or boyfriend in a vanilla life that doesn’t or shouldn’t do the same thing. We all need to expunge, cleanse.

The circles surrounding D/s or DD couples are often small. The reasons are simple. We’re judged all the time as humans. Why do we want to bring additional strife into our life? While I’m a ballsy chick and could care less the majority of the time about what others think, I grow as weary of the bullshit as anyone else. So the circles of those who truly understand an alternative lifestyle are kept intimate. We’re happy with that. The joy of sharing is wonderful indeed and I’m glad we have a select few who will never judge, but the risk with others isn’t worth the prize. So we keep the dark side a secret from the overall majority.

As we all know, there isn’t a person alive who isn’t keeping some sort of a secret from someone. White lies are often told and husbands and wives have a very separate life many times than the one they live with. I’ve seen many a vanilla marriage derailed over purported secrets, ones that didn’t even exist. When they do and they’re discovered, wound and trauma tend to ensue. Granted, when one spouse confesses to another, all hell can break lose. Should he or she have opened their mouths after being confronted? That’s a question I can’t answer, but personally I believe when someone is keeping a significant secret, there’s a great deal of unhappiness in their lives.

With regard to a D/s relationship – do I believe in the lifestyle? I honestly do believe the sharing, the giving and the closeness is unequaled. I revel at the thought. Could I find peace, a portion of my soul? That is for another blog to discuss…

I hope you’ve enjoyed.

Kisses and spanks…

PS – I’ll have some excerpts for you later this week along with the cover reveal!




My Special Guest – Alyssa Bailey

Happy Sunday! I have yet another wonderful guest today. Are you ready for more hotness? She has a wonderful trilogy and this is the last in the series. Now you can find out about all those sexy men. Please give a huge welcome to:



“The spice of life is a sassy wife.”

Kelli O’Connor Jamison’s life is chaotic on the best of days. She is newly married to the strict but loving Black Bear County Sheriff, attending law school, working for her stern but fair in-laws at their law firm, and sister to the testosterone driven O’Connor men. As if that is not enough, she finds herself being drawn deeper into Alyssa Bailey Keeping kellithe world of the Investors: a group of underground criminals who are into everything from dispensing justice to murder.

When Kelli tries to help women escape the Investors’ hold, she becomes targeted by the same people. Aspen, her sister-in-law, is dating Thorne, who is up to something – but what? Kelli is frightened but she cannot step away, no matter what her menfolk tell her or how hard her husband tries to show her the error of her ways.

Parker Jamison loves his caring, intelligent wife but is under no illusions that keeping her out of trouble is no less than a full-time job on some days. He doesn’t want Kelli in any of the Investors’ business, but no matter what he does to keep her safe, she finds herself in the middle of the chaos that turns dangerous.

Parker decides it is time to take over and hold the reins firmly out of her reach, deciding he will lessen her stress by making all her big decisions. Kelli gratefully agrees, but Parker knows it sounds easier than it is to put into practice. With the help of their family and a few well-placed motivators – used often – Parker does his best to keep Kelli happy, healthy, safe, secure… and alive.


Excerpt 1

“You dropped it while you were driving? Why did you have it in your hand when you were behind the wheel?”

“I was trying to grab it from sliding off the seat, but I didn’t catch it in time. It fell off the seat onto the floorboard.”

“I see, so you weren’t holding it you were trying to catch it while driving.”

“Mmm, yes, but I didn’t take my eyes off the road, so that’s why I knocked it to the floor by accident.”

“Hmm, you weren’t holding it while you were driving, you were groping for it in the seat because it was sliding around? You didn’t take your eyes off the road, so you knocked it to the ground by mistake. How did you know your phone was on the seat or that it was sliding around if your eyes were on the road?”

“Oh for heaven’s sake, not everything is a federal offense. Besides, women have incredible peripheral vision.”

“Well, it shouldn’t be so important, but when you get your mind set on a thought track, things get messy.” He leaned over and kissed her lips. “I’ll find your phone.”

“Thanks, hon.” Kelli grabbed several bags and walked inside trying hard not to hide her smirk. She dropped the bags and turned around to go back for more when she hit a hard wall of firm manly flesh. “Oomph.” Arms went out to steady her.

“Lean over the table.”


“You heard me, lean over the table and do not dare move.”


“You answered and texted after you got my second text. You would have seen my message and so either you did and ignored it, or you were doing things while you were driving. Either way, I want you presented to me over that table. Ass up. Now.”

“You are checking up on me? Reading my phone because you don’t trust me? That’s not fair…ow!”

“Not a sound and not a movement. Something is not right here, and I don’t know which part is off, so I’m going to spank your ass a glowing cherry red and then we will try again. Do you understand me?”

Sea… sea siór.”

“Yes, sir is very appropriate today.”

Parker landed five with his hand before taking her jeans down and her panties with them.

“You need maintenance I think.”

“What? No, I don’t.”

“Are you talking little girl?”

She grunted and stamped her foot as his hand landed hard.

Excerpt 2

“You’d think you didn’t really miss me. Maybe I should just go back to Missoula and spend my off time there,” she muttered half teasing half disgruntle as she noisily stacked the notebooks and papers. The words were childish, but she didn’t care.

He snagged her hand. “What?”

She yanked her hand back.

Shaking his head, he continued. “I see I’ll have to take care of this little issue now so we can enjoy the rest of the evening because my wife is begging to have her sassy attitude addressed. You need attention, and you have no patience even though I promised to take care of things. So here you go, all the attention you could want for a night.”

Parker picked up his Celtic cutie and kissed her nose before laying her over the back of the overstuffed sofa that was her favorite place to cuddle. Before she could catch her breath, she was trying to breathe through a hard flurry of swats. As she opened her mouth to yell her displeasure, she began to feel the metamorphosis that happened when her monumental stress and overtiredness collided with an unrelenting open palm, creating a need she couldn’t quite name, but when added to her already desperate arousal, the result was combustible.

Nevertheless, she knew Parker recognized her discontent. He always did. Hot breath and tender words floated across her ear. “Your bottom is getting kind of warm, my sexy baby. Have you had enough attention so that I can shower? Do you need more?” Her breathing sounded labored, but she didn’t answer. “You do, don’t you? Too much going on to let go, I see. I can help you, Kel.”

He resumed tending to her bouncing bottom and soon, the dam broke. Fat, hot tears rolled down her face, and her sniffles grew to great sobs. Parker swooped Kelli up carrying her to the opposite side of the sofa and sat with her in his lap.

“You were missing me and looks like you were minus your control.” He kissed her swollen lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you get everything put back in its rightful place. I’ll help you pull it all together and keep it there.”

Kelli cuddled and sniffled.

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My Special Guest – Paige Parsons

I’ve had more fun being able to highlight other authors. Let’s face it – I also get to find delicious treats to read! I so hope you’re enjoying. This is another new author to me and one I’m going to read for years to come. Please take a moment to enjoy and give a warm welcome to…



What happens when the girl who runs from everything finally decides to stay put?

Harper Harrison is an accomplished, independent, and vibrant young woman. As a freelance production stage manager, she’s no stranger to being in charge. She knows how to get the impossible done, even if she has to take a few shortcuts for the sake of Paige Parsons Sharing Backstagetheatre magic. She has one fatal flaw, though. When things get complicated, uncomfortable, or she even thinks they might go wrong, especially in her personal life, she bolts.


Lucas Mason is a fellow freelancer, and when they work the same show, sparks fly. They share a love of the stage and high stakes sex. They’ve christened nearly every location backstage unashamedly, but Harper wants more. Lucas makes every effort to keep her at arm’s length. He blames it on their crazy schedules, but Harper believes something more is going on.


They reconnect after an extended break and Harper is shocked to find out that Lucas is now her boss. He has a dominant streak that he isn’t afraid to display, and she isn’t a fan. Answering to Lucas takes more than a little getting used to, and after a trip or two over his knee, she decides that maybe a relationship with him is more than she bargained for, after all.


Harper leaves town to chase her Broadway dream and to take comfort in the familiarity of her ex-boyfriend. New York isn’t home, though, and Harper has to face the truth of her situation. The easygoing man she’s with isn’t the one she wants or needs. Lucas is three thousand miles away, and he has no intention of chasing her.

To have the life she wants, Harper will need to face all of her demons, confess her transgressions, and accept her punishment. It’s the only way they’ll ever find themselves sharing backstage again.



Excerpt #1

“Hopefully the memory of this spanking will better help you control your impulses and reflexes.”

“¡Ay! Tómalo con calma. Sí, papi!”

She wasn’t even close to tears, but these spanks packed a lot more power than what she’d been getting in passing. There was no doubt he meant business. It wasn’t that she didn’t take him seriously before, but now it felt like he was drawing his own hard line. Focused in on the searing happening on her backside, Harper became acutely aware of the sound. Lucas had stopped lecturing, and now the only audio vibrating off the walls were her cries and the sound of flesh on flesh impact. Her subconscious was having its own internal dialogue now.

It was just an impulse, right? She didn’t have some sort of impaired psyche that really wanted to feel what a serious punishment would be like, did she?

Lucas tapped her hip so she would lift a little for him to get her pajama bottoms and panties down. The girl hardly kept clothes on in the house and only ever slept in tank tops and panties, but he guessed self-preservation had kicked in and motivated her to slip on his old University of Arizona flannel bottoms. If he weren’t about to redden her backside, for scaring a year off his life, he’d have appreciated the look more. She had to wear them cuffed at the top and bottom to get around in them, but she loved them and looked adorable on the rare cold Arizona night.

Harper reached back in a futile attempt at impeding his clothing removal process. That sting was pretty powerful through her clothes, and she didn’t want to gain any knowledge of how painful it might be without them.

“I promise I will start from scratch, Harper if you don’t get those hands back in front of you.”

Excerpt #2

“That is completely untrue. Every time the two of you work on a show all you do is think about what it would be like to really be together, as a full-time couple. Well, this is closer than you’ve ever been. He’s there all the time. You’re there most of the season. Maybe you can finally see what happens when you’re in the same place for longer than a few weeks. You can see what happens when you can’t run away and an easy exit isn’t possible.”

Continued silence on the other end confirmed, for Mira, that she’d hit a nerve. It wasn’t her goal to make things harder for her sister, but the girl had a stubborn streak. It didn’t matter how obvious it was to everyone else in the room, if Harper didn’t get there on her own, she wouldn’t accept it. This conversation wasn’t going to be different, but that wouldn’t keep the truth from coming out, like an erupting geyser.

“Someone has to be in charge Harper. You know that better than most. Hell, you have a job where you’re the one in charge. Your problem is you hate it when the person in charge isn’t you. We know how it goes, anyone who has the nerve to tell you no becomes the enemy. You guys have worked as partners all along. Why can’t that continue? I know you, Harper, just you remember that. I’ll let you figure out what that means on your own, but here’s some sisterly honesty for you, the real reason you’re pissed is that now he has the authority to tell you no. If you stay on, as a freelance agent, he has the power to call you to task.”

“It’s like you’re not even listening to me. Estás no ayuda en absoluto!”

Her phone had beeped a few more times since she’d been talking to her sister, but Harper refused to acknowledge it. Each time she glanced though she saw his number pop up. He certainly was determined.

“I can hear the line interruption too kiddo. Deal with it now or deal with it later.”

“I’m going with later.”

“Never the easy way with you; you’re the one that hates a scene. If I were you, I would remember that while I was ignoring all those calls. I love you little sister, but it might be time for you to put on those proverbial big-girl-panties.”


Paige Parsons is a creative Joan of all Trades, with her first love being theatre. Now living and working in Japan, Paige, a native New Yorker, has always loved the world of make believe. Whether reading, writing or performing she loves a good story.

She holds an undergraduate degree in Communications-Broadcast Journalism/English-Creative Writing, a graduate degree in Elementary Education, and is ABD for her doctorate in Education-Brain Research.

Having spent the last 25 years collecting stories around the stage as an actress, stage manager, and production manager, it is no surprise that Paige loves to tell stories, read stories, and put stories up on the stage.




My Special Guest – Sheri Lynn

Another fabulous day that I get to highlight a wonderful Blushing Books author. Her new book is dazzling and you’re going to love the cover. Please take a few minutes to sit back and enjoy a sizzling excerpt. Thank you for being here! So happy to have you. Welcome…



Frannie thought she had life all figured out. Don’t get involved. No expectations means no disappointments. And that’s exactly how she chose to live her life with her four-year-old son over the last three and a half years. Safe and quiet.

But in the span of ten days, her safe, quiet life starts to fall apart. Corey, an ex-boyfriend, moves back in next door. He apologizes for breaking her heart, and wants The Heart won't Forget Sheri Lynnanother chance. He’s as good looking as ever, and their children pick up their friendship right where they left off. But Frannie can’t forget the agony she experienced when he left her.

Adam, her ex-husband and son’s father, also comes back into her life. He was her first love, and they had remained in each other’s life for their son’s sake – as friends. Now he’s forcing her to confront the pain of her past in the hopes of ensuring a better future, one that includes him. He’s different than the young man she married just out of high school. He’s confident and commanding.

Frannie has a difficult, life-changing decision to make. Give a relationship with Corey another try, or give Adam and their failed marriage another try. Or, is she better off alone following her safe and quiet life plan? Which man will step up to win her heart? Which man is strong enough to convince Frannie she is safe with him?


She sat on the couch, staring at her packed bags. Why did she agree to this? She didn’t want to go. Since Adam returned, he had been helpful, supportive, and attentive. He climbed in the bed with her the first two nights, spooning her. The third night, he explained that with her feeling better, she needed her rest, and he felt comfortable leaving her to sleep in the guest bed.

Before he left with Zach to go North on Wednesday, he became domineering and unyielding. Of course, she had the flu when he first arrived, but once she got well and returned to work on Monday, he dictated how the week would play out. He expected her to fly up to meet him and their son on Friday.

Her phone buzzed, a text message from Adam. “If you aren’t already, you need to be in the car driving to the airport if you are going to make your flight.”

She couldn’t respond. She hadn’t talked to her family in over three years. They all took it personally when they heard Adam received his first overseas assignment, a remote one in Korea, and she wanted to stay here, not move back up there.  Six months after that when Adam returned home on leave, she got pregnant. She drove across the country to share the good news with her family. The family that greeted her was a family she didn’t know, and the distance between them became greater than just the miles between them. The disillusionment of it all scarred her. Eventually, she changed her cell number and broke all contact with them.

She never even told them when she and Adam decided to divorce. She assumed they must know though, news travelled fast in their hometown.

Lost in her thoughts, she screamed when the front door flew open and a very angry Adam burst in. “Get your ass up and get in the car!”

“What are you doing here?” Backing away from him as he reached for her, she fell to her side on the couch, attempting to scurry away. She’d never seen him like this. His palm landed hard on a portion of her rear, mostly on her outer thigh due to her position. “Ouch!” He wasn’t playing. It hurt and she crawled off the couch, running over to the bar stools before she turned around and looked at him. “What’s that about? That hurt.”

He fisted his hand and released it before running it through his short light hair. “Frannie. I’m trying really hard here, but there is going to be a lot more where that came from if you don’t get your ass in the car.”

She may not recognize this man, but she liked him. Kind of. “I told you before you bought the plane ticket that I didn’t want to go. I’ll pay you back for the damn ticket.”

A big sigh passed through his lips, and his eyes narrowed. He looked like a man struggling to maintain his calm. Nothing ever rattled Adam that she could recall. “If I come over there, you will find it an achy drive and flight sitting on a blistered ass. I don’t give a fuck about the cost of the ticket! Zach is waiting for you up there. As was I.”

The seriousness in his tone and words created conflicting emotions in her. She found this new version of him sexy, yet frustrating. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you. Gonna spank me like I’m some little girrrrrrr…” So surprised and shocked by his quick move towards her, she dashed down the hallway. She didn’t really think she had a chance. He returned from Germany in excellent physical condition, obviously taking his PT seriously.

Entering her bedroom with him on her heels, she jumped on her bed attempting to get far against the wall. Not a chance. He gripped her ankle dragging her face down over the bed. Tossing up her peasant skirt, baring just a thong covered ass, he spanked her. Over and over again. The more she struggled, the quicker and harder the smacks. He didn’t quit until she sobbed with tears rolling down her face, all the fight in her gone.

Rolling her to her back, she kept her eyes closed. She didn’t want to look at him. She didn’t want him to look at her. Wiping her tears away with his hands, he cupped her face. “As much as I want to kiss you right now, it won’t be enough, so I’m not going to start something I want to take my time with.” She sniffled, and he kissed the bridge of her nose. “Go get some tissue and meet me in the car. I’ve got your bags. Hurry though, we are hurting for time now.”

Opening her eyes, he stood in front of her holding his hand out. He helped her to her feet, adjusted her skirt, and directed her to the bathroom.

In a trance, she made it to the car. Neither spoke on the drive to the airport, and since they weren’t seated together, they didn’t speak on the flights.  During the ninety minutes in Atlanta, while they waited to catch the connecting flight, she went to the restroom, and walked around the shops. She picked up a dinosaur book to read to Zach.

Landing in Minneapolis, almost six hours from when he picked her up, they retrieved their bags and walked out to his rental car. Just like someone hitting a light switch, she snapped out of her trance. Her hands shook, and she couldn’t draw in any breaths.

Dropping his bags, Adam rushed to her side before she panicked. He pulled her tight into his chest, stroking her back. “Hey, hey. I got you. It’s going to be all right. I promise. I’m here, and I’m not leaving you.” Rubbing her head, held firmly against his chest, he calmed her. “I didn’t do this to hurt you, Frannie. I’m here with you. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

Sniffling, she lifted her head, looking into his face. “Why? Why do you want this so much?”

His blue eyes softened more. “Because we’re family. I need Zach to grow up knowing his extended family, and his mother is part of that. She needs to stop thinking it’s her against the world, and leave the past in the past.” Patting her shoulder, he stood her in front of him, rubbing his hands on her shoulders. “Don’t worry. We are crashing at my parents. Let’s just see how things go, and how we feel tomorrow.” He put his finger under her chin, lifting her eyes to meet his. “Deal?”

Looking away, she couldn’t make sense of anything. Did she enter the Twilight Zone? She knew this was Adam, but it wasn’t her Adam. “Yeah,” she replied. She supposed. Why wouldn’t she? He’s saying all the right things, and he might spank her if she doesn’t comply. Now she felt shaky for an altogether different reason. And a little flushed.

Opening the passenger door, he waited for her to get in, then put their bags in the trunk. Starting the vehicle, he grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “I wish this last part wasn’t a three-hour drive. I’m pretty beat.”

The mention of a long day for him had many questions resurface. “Yeah, how did you get back to Alabama today? And why?”

Putting the car in reverse, he backed out of the parking space. “You know why, Frannie. To make sure you got on the plane. I knew you wouldn’t come, so I got a ticket and flew down to get you.”

“You spent a lot of time and money on getting me up here for some reason.” “Yep. I sure did.” The only response he gave, no elaboration.


I grew up an Army brat, so my childhood involved moving every three years. However, truly a southern gal, I currently reside in Alabama with my husband, two golden retrievers, two chihuahuas, a mean cat, turtle, and a teenage daughter. I have two sons, who live on their own, and a stepson and stepdaughter.

Romance novels have always been my first reading choice. I’m a hopeless romantic, and that trait materializes in every aspect of my life. “Wearing your heart on your sleeve” has been a common phrase repeatedly heard throughout my life. Writing romance and happily ever afters comes naturally.

Whether a result of my childhood, or not, I love to travel. Warm weather and beautiful beaches are always my choice destination.

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