My Special Guest – Jennifer Bene

She’s a USA Today bestseller. She’s a fabulous writer. She’s one adorable and gracious lady. I’m very lucky and happy to have Jennifer Bene on my blog today with her latest release – Corrupt Desires. You know she writes dark and delicious stories, which fits purr-fectly on my blog. I think you’re going to need a large fan after reading an excerpt! Let’s take a peek.

CORRUPT DESIRES

SYNOPSIS

Phee knows that girls like her don’t get the fairytale…

Falling for a man like Bryant Holbrook is just begging for heartbreak. Rich boys don’t look twice at waitresses from the fog, at least not until now. One smart-mouthed taunt and his turquoise eyes are all over her. That cocky, bad boy grin tempting her with the jennifer CorruptDesiresEbookimpossible.

It should have stayed a one-night stand.

Now, it’s too late.

Phee is pulled into a world of danger and corruption where Bryant must put everything at risk to keep her safe, or risk losing her to keep his father’s dream alive.

*This is a standalone full-length novel with an intense, heroic Dom, BDSM, drama, suspense, and a world of corrupt men that make this fairytale darker than most. How far would you go for your happy ending?

EXCERPT

“Beg me again, Phee.”

“Bryant…” Phee groaned, panting against the bedding, bent over his lap as he teased her mercilessly. His fingers curling down to brush against that bundle of nerves inside as his thumb pressed rhythmically over her clit. Continuing until she was gritting her teeth to hold back the flood of pleas that threatened to escape.

“Either beg me for what you want, or I’ll tie you up and make sure you don’t come all night.” Bryant’s threat made Phee’s mouth drop open, but before she could come up with something smart ass to say he slid a third finger inside her, pumping them in a vicious tease that had her shivering towards the edge of a glorious orgasm.

“Oh God… Bryant!” Phee bucked against his grip, but he refused to let her move, and so she finally gave in. Let go and let the tug of Bryant Holbrook’s whirlpool drag her down. “Please, Bryant, please fuck me, because I’m going to lose it if you don’t. Please, please—”

Bryant pushed her off his lap and onto her back, and then he was on top of her, his knees moving her thighs apart as she arched up against his chest. “You beg so well, Phee,” he purred, hips dropping between hers, and she was infuriated by the fabric separating them as he ground himself against her.

“Bryant! Please!” Phee reached down and tugged at the waist of his boxers, and he laughed against her skin as he kissed up her neck.

“So, you’re saying you want me?” Bryant grinned at her and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“Yes! I want you, please, Bryant,” Phee begged, the whine in her voice obvious as she rolled her hips to try and get more contact, to try and get him to give in. Damn his self-control.

“All you had to do was ask.” He kissed her hard, biting her lip and devouring her mouth in a delirious rush that finally gave her a hint that he felt the same way she did. Lifting her hips, she moaned against his lips, desperate to feel him inside her. Breaking the kiss with a groan, he twisted to grab a condom from the bedside table and she immediately reached for his boxers. Bryant went still, grinning down at her. “Did I say you could move your hands, Phee?”

Whining, she returned them above her head, and it was torture to watch as he slid two fingers into his mouth. Tasting her like he had all the time in the world as the condom hung in his other hand and his cock stayed trapped behind dark cloth. Lifting her hips into the air, she was reassured by the way Bryant’s gaze burned down her body to focus between her legs. “Please, Bryant. Please…

“You taste so good.” That cocky smile tilted his lips and he gripped himself through his boxers, stroking as he lifted the foil of the condom to his mouth and tore the edge. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, I will, I swear!” All pride out the window, she clenched the bedding in her fingers so she wouldn’t move.

“Next time I’m going to tie you up just so I can watch you writhe like this.” It was a promise she hoped he’d keep, but then none of it mattered because he was pushing his boxers down. He was long, thick, and she wanted to taste him, but didn’t dare move and tempt him to drag this out any further. He rolled the condom on slowly as he leaned over her. “Spread your legs for me,” he commanded and she did.

“Bryant,” she whispered, and then he was kissing her. One of his hands enveloped her wrists, tightening to hold them in place as she moaned against his lips, his cock brushing against her in a tortuous tease. She lifted her hips, pleading in broken murmurs, before he finallythrust inside her.

It was like hitting the ocean floor, the whirlpool an endless height above her, and she arched hard off the bed. He growled his own pleasure, hand tightening the grip on her wrists as he started to move. Each thrust pushing her closer to that tenuous edge of sharp pleasure, and an endless stream of pleas slipped from her lips as he moved his mouth to her neck and trailed kisses down to her shoulder. “That’s right, beg me for it…”

HOW TO STALK JENNIFER

Jennifer Bene is a USA Today bestselling author of dangerously sexy and deviously dark romance. BDSM, Suspense, Dark Romance, Thrillers — she writes it all. Always delivering a twisty, spine-tingling journey with the promise of a happily-ever-after.

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Thank you so much for being here! I can’t wait to grab a copy, a nice glass of wine and snuggle up for some tasty sin.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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Advice from a Dominant

I’ve been writing books since I was five – yes five years old. Of course, my books have changed quite a bit, but I remember doing research in various ways from early on. That’s what professional writers do – they research. And I’ve enjoyed the heck out of it, including learning more about D/s lifestyles. I have one particular male friend I’ll call JP. He’s only been a practicing Dominant for a few years so it’s been wonderful to see his journey.

Advice. I think we all need some on a regular basis. Some of us have mentors in our domination love sayingprofessions or perhaps while we were in school. He or she can give credence to issues or simply tell their story while offering support. Some also engage in helping with discipline, whether for the mind or body. When couples or a man or women alone decide to enter into a D/s (Domination and submission) relationship, my belief is that they certainly should have advice from someone who’s explored even for a brief period of time. For many who long to submit or dominate another, they feel out of place, alone in the world. Well of course, they certainly aren’t.

BDSM and the various aspects are growing in household between couples and singles. This isn’t simply because of the popularity of Fifty Shades. Many long for increased passion, nurturing, and yes, even discipline.

I had lunch with a couple of girlfriends the other day and we were talking openly about the D/s lifestyle. I’ve mentioned in a previous blog that one of my friends surprised me with a text one Sunday evening. She asked if I could find her a particular color of flogger. I choked, re-read the text then laughed. Why? Because not in a million years would I have anticipated she hungered to even try anything remotely kinky. She’s ultra conservative and had never really asked me any questions before.

What’s been confirmed since that sunny evening is that you never know what goes on behind closed doors – and not just in bedrooms. She has a male friend who is submissive and she decided, after many weeks of intense conversations, that she wanted to explore becoming a Domme. This can be a heady task, especially given she has zero clue what she’s getting into. She’s highly intelligent and immediately gravitated toward the realization she needs to learn everything she can before making this decision. She remembered everything I’ve shared in writing and my discussions with John Patrick and asked if she could talk with him.

I was pleased and of course initiated the call. He accepted and a week ago they talked. This wasn’t a secret conversation so both told me what was said from their point of view. As with any situation between a man and woman, the sides can be filtered in a different manner. In talking with JP, he said she was very open and honest about the fact she knew little. He felt she was looking for affirmation that what she was attempting was ‘okay’. He assured her she wasn’t alone and that entering into any phase of the lifestyle is joyous, but certainly daunting.

He went on to tell me he expressed how important it was for her to be patient with herself as well as with her male friend. He could sense there was a very tight connection between them and encouraged her to continue asking questions, as well as reading everything she could get her hands on.

I found out during lunch, my gal pal and her guy aren’t romantically involved. They are friends, but she also mentioned connection is strong. The reason is that he can be himself with her, telling her aspects of his needs as a submissive he feels uncomfortable doing so with many of the women he dates. Let’s face it, the majority of women see men as a strong being, even if they don’t want them to be dominant every day. He has basic fears as we all do of being accepted.

What I found so interesting during our lunch was that JP stressed to her constantly the word ‘communication’. He told her candidly that he and I could talk for hours more openly than he has ever been able to in his life. This is very true. There were no masks. We left ourselves wide open and vulnerable, but in doing so, learned very quickly how much trust we had for each other. And this is all for research – as well as friendship.

She was very impressed with the time he took, his caring attitude and how strongly he felt about the lifestyle in general. For many, including aspects of D/s or BDSM is about spicing up an already existing coupling. In the case of my friend, she has no desire to take the domination to any other level than time spent together – without being a full time couple. The challenge for her is that she’s not certain how far she can take their belt around throatdesires at this point. I understand very much why she’s a bit hesitant. When you dabble in D/s or BDSM, this doesn’t change the fact you have to have complete trust. You must communicate on an entirely different level than you would even as a married couple. I’ll firmly stand behind this.

You can’t delve into methods of control, pain, confinement or discipline without utter open communication and deep conversations. If you do, you’ll be setting yourself up for failure. For JP, I don’t see him as the kind of man or Dom who could enter into just playtime. I know that he would enjoy going to a kink club that was vetted out and even partaking in various play, but in totality, he needs to feel the very intrinsic connection  – even love. I understand this as well and with everything I’ve learned through these conversations with him, as well as other D/s couples, I couldn’t either. That’s just how I’m made – my very soul.

For my girlfriend, she’s not ready for a committed relationship. She was married, never shared a bit of BDSM with another, and this is very new. She’s eager, but cautious. She’s curious and now more intrigued than ever. I have no doubt she’ll continue learning. As we were talking over lunch, she said he became animated when he mentioned the use of implements for discipline. He went over everything from a hand spanking, a paddle, a flogger and his favorite, the belt. I couldn’t help chuckling when he talked about how exciting the use of a belt had been for him.

I remember detailed conversations about this very topic. He advised wisely to go slow, take her time and learn how to use a flogger before wielding.

Again, I’ve said this very thing time and time again. Learn your craft as you would any other. You can hurt the body as well as the spirit if you don’t know what you’re doing. She was absolutely adorable when she admitted how surprised she was the flogger she ordered was being hand made by a craftsman. She thought a flogger was a flogger no matter where you ordered the leather strap from. Her eyes and mind opened wide when I explained how they’re made and why. As you may remember, JP has a special bag – his collection of tools he took his time in selecting and ordering. He took plenty of time learning the craft of using them as well.

I knew in asking JP to talk with her, guide her as she takes baby steps, he would find the right way to encourage as well as caution. From what I could tell as lunch concluded, he’d done just that. Is she going to jump into the lifestyle? Of course not. She’s determined to read and talk to others. I applaud her for her time and consideration as D/s isn’t to be entered into lightly.

I have to say, I’m very proud of JP for his teaching ability as I am with her pointed questions. I’m smiling still and can’t wait to hear more from her as she takes additional steps into such an amazing journey.

Kisses and spanks…

 Piper

My Special Guest – Felicity Brandon

I have yet another fabulous guest highlighting her upcoming release from Stormy Nights Press. This is the second book in the Viking series and I must say, looks delicious. Give a warm welcome to Felicity Brandon.

THE VIKING’S POSSESSION

SYNOPSIS

After she saves the life of Prince Anders, the Viking warrior who took her as his captive and tamed both her body and her heart, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose knows that she can never return home again. She will belong to Anders forever, as his bride and his possession, destined to be used and enjoyed as thoroughly, shamefully, and often as he pleases.

Though Anders has proven many times that he is more than willing to punish her bare bottom harshly for any disobedience, with war fast approaching between her brother and her husband, Aurelie puts her own life in danger in the hopes of making peace. But Felicity Brandonwhen her reckless gamble goes wrong, can Anders rescue his headstrong young wife before any harm comes to her?

The Viking’s Possession is the sequel to The Viking’s Conquest, but can be read as a stand-alone novel. It includes spankings, and sexual scenes, including some scenes of sexual humiliation. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

EXCERPT

I land on the bed, eyelids flickering open and closed as the spasms of pleasure continue to overpower me. Anders shifts his weight on the bed over me, and as my lids fully open, I see him come into view over my face. His gaze is compelling and holds me to bed every inch as much as his body had done before.

“Roll onto your belly,” he commands me, lifting his body weight to give me enough room to spin as instructed.

Once I am in place, he lowers his hard body over my own, spreading my legs apart with his knees. I know just what he will do next, and as though it is some unspoken agreement between us, the edge of his large erection nudges at my wet, exposed sex.

“I need you,” he murmurs, his mouth whispering into my right ear.

“Take me,” I reply, twisting my head to acknowledge his words.

His lips find my own, capturing my mouth in his kiss as he plunges slowly into my empty channel. The scent of my own desire wafts over me, and the reality that his mouth has just pleasured me leaves me overwrought. Between our legs his hard length fills me right up to his testicles. The depth and intensity of the act the clearest sign of his possession of me yet. My mind whirls at the sensation, my mouth opening into a silent ‘o’ as he withdraws, and then slams back into me again.

There are no words between us now – language seemingly lacking the coherence required to elaborate such a connection. His mouth falls to my neck, nipping and kissing my nape as his groin flexes forward, penetrating me over and over, pushing me into a frenzy of desire. I want to speak, to call out, to demonstrate somehow the way his passion makes me feel, but I simply cannot find the will. His hardness pinions me there, grazing my nub into a flurry of new excitement, despite its recent satisfaction. I notice that his thrusts have become shorter, and more insistent, and I gaze back at Anders, marvelling at the look of agonised ecstasy on his handsome face.

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Piper

My Special Guest – Asha Daniels

You know how much I love having guest authors! Highlighting their sizzling work makes me smile. I have Asha Daniels today, a true southern girl with a love of fried chicken, iced tea and long walks on the beach. She has a third book coming with Blushing Books on May 17th and this one looks absolutely delicious. Let’s take a peek at…

SURRENDERING TO THE MOUNTAIN MAN

SYNOPSIS

She’s a victim of her family’s treacherous life.

When a wealthy college student is given a gift by her father, one requiring a hefty price, Surrendering to the Mountain Man_500x755she seeks solace in the mountains. Until a horrific snowstorm interferes, thrusting her into the arms of a dangerous man who will require her surrender.

He ran away from his life and those who considered him a monster, determined to live alone. Determined to erase the pain. Then he’s forced to save her life. Is there such a thing as second chances?

EXCERPT

Razer 

I am the darkness, the kind of man the majority fear.

I am a monster, my life surrounded by carriers of my disease.

I am the devil who will break you.

I am also the one you crave.

I’ve always been alone. Yeah, there were people once, and a hell of a lot of them. They wanted something from me. That was the key. They always wanted. I was the man in charge, the one who could make or break them. Their careers. Their lives. In turn, I had everything I ever desired. Women. Money. Clout. Shit, I was filthy rich. Sure, I loved lording my wealth over almost everyone I knew.

Then I lost everything that mattered to me.

One. Single. Night.

One ridiculous and uncalculated decision and my life turned to shit. I was careless with my trust and all because of a woman. The ugly fact will haunt me forever, but I burned too many bridges to be able to salvage any aspect of my former self. Too bad for them, for the fuckers who put me here. Revenge will be sweet. For now? I’m gathering my strength, biding my time so they say.

Many would say I ran away. Perhaps I did. I no longer cared what anyone else thought and I still don’t. No sense in worrying about things I couldn’t change. Snickering, I walked around the corner, heading for a round of entertainment for the evening. Taking another long drag, I held the smoke as I studied the brick façade of the various buildings lining the snow slickened street. The area was quaint, far too much so for my taste, but functional, even allowing for various levels of kink. I blew out, creating smoke ringlets before taking another puff.

I have to admit, the cigarette tasted damn good. I’d given up the habit over a year before, the very day my life plummeted into Hell. But today? I craved the taste, nasty and bitter. Inhaling, I watched the various women as they entered the club. They are all the same. In my mind, they are two-bit whores who feed off men like piranhas, eating the flesh, feasting on their blood, if only in the methods of money and sex. Disgusting.

But I was hungry and there were few places where questions were never asked, heads always turning the other way. I learned where to go the first week I stepped foot in the wretched area. I had to be protected if only from myself and the anger, the rage living inside, burrowing its way into my soul.

But my rage remained.

The frigid breeze blew against my skin and usually the cold was invigorating. Tonight, I felt nothing. My goal was simple. To find a woman and to fuck her. There was no need for romance. These kinds of women preferred dominating men, forceful to the point some would say the experience was rape. For the girls entering the darkened club, they were ready, eager to be taken.

Exactly what I needed.

After tossing the cigarette, I crossed the street, taking long strides. Even the majority of the businesses were closed. It was late, and the vacationers were all nestled snug in their beds, unaware such carnal activities were going on just a few miles away from their precious resort. The locals simply turned the other way, refusing to acknowledge the kind of sick kink occurring behind the massive steel door. I liked the name. It suited the establishment perfectly. The Torture Chamber. I couldn’t help but laugh.

The entrance was unmarked, except for a single plaque nailed onto the graphite steel door. For some reason, my mind reverted to a cross, a naked and bloodied man. Maybe my guilt was creeping in again. I didn’t hesitate after swinging it open, simply walking past the bouncers. They recognized who I was, if by no other means than reputation. I didn’t know their names and they knew better than to ask mine, but they’d heard of me. The music was loud, blaring and as my eyes swept the neon infused establishment, I could sense the stares, and not only from the women. Men knew to be afraid and so they keep their distance. But the women… Oh, yes, the women certainly didn’t seem to mind being used by a hulking man who said very little.

The bar was jam packed, the liquor flowing, but I wasn’t here for the booze. I have plenty back at the cabin. I also don’t need to push my way through the heated bodies. They simply moved out of my way. Within seconds, I’d found the one I could tolerate for the night and closed the distance. She had violet eyes, the kind no doubt most men would sink into. They were far too vibrant, even in the intense lighting. She wore her clothes like a costume, hiding the woman behind the cloak, or some would say a mask. Not that I cared. Everything was fake these days.

“My, aren’t you something to look at?” she purred and fanned her face. “What do you think, ladies?”

“I don’t think you can handle him, Raven,” the blonde cooed, her look almost condescending.

Raven shook her head, winking at the others. “I’m not certain he can handle me.”

I glanced at the other two women, both attempting to look much younger than they actually were. In their skin-tight dresses and four-inch heels, garish make-up and exuding salacious expressions like bitches in heat, they were ready for anything; however, they weren’t my type. My cock wasn’t throbbing, nor would it be until I was ready for some relief. I’d learned control several years before. “Do you crave pain?”

The question seemed to take her aback. Maybe the other men in the room had no balls.

“Pain?” Raven’s slight smile brightened. “I’m not entirely certain what you mean by pain.”

I could see her hardened nipples through the thin material. The girl called Raven wasn’t fooling anyone with her pretense. She was a true pain whore.

“Look at his eyes. Wow. You are one dark and dangerous man,” the blonde murmured, fanning her face.

“You have no idea.” The answer was succinct as well as the truth, and I could see the words only fueled Raven. “I need your answer.”

Raven’s lower lip quivered as she studied me. I’d never noticed the way women could have the innate ability to size up a man until now, but she managed to catch a glimpse of an attribute she craved.

Power.

“You go, girl,” the blonde whispered, swiveling her hips.

“I’ll do anything you ask,” Raven said under her breath, almost daring to come closer.

“Then come with me.” There were stalls inside the building, makeshift rooms allowing for carnal activities. While they might have been pristine once, the areas were now little more than tawdry reminders that kink would never be respected. However, they were useful for what I considered the business at hand. This was nothing more than a transaction, a power exchange entered into by two consenting adults. There were rules, as with every profession, but very few were followed in any manner and no one checked shit.

I didn’t take her hand, nor did I offer any method of conversation. She would soon learn that I cared only about two things. Sex and whipping. There are darker aspects of BDSM that I’d enjoyed before, even sharing certain experiences with friends, men who had no idea what they were getting involved in. Playboys simply taking what was entitled to them. What a crock of bullshit. That had been a hell of a long time ago. I was no longer into babysitting of any kind.

This was the single reason I came to this wretched place.

The pre-ordered stall was at the end of the hall. A quick flick of a switch highlighted the once vivid space. The walls were covered in thick fabric, suppressing noise both inside as well as privacy for those in other rooms. This particular stall held a single apparatus, a wooden piece especially designed for whipping and fucking. I shot a single look at the girl before dropping my keys. Her expression allowed a smile to curl on my lip.

She wasn’t certain of her place or her requirements. Her demeanor had changed, no longer the fiery creature. Even her lower lip quivered, giving her apprehension away.

What did I care? She’d agreed to a session. She’d agreed to my demands. She’d agreed to accept whatever level of anguish I doled out. “Undress.”

Ooohhh – very tasty. Don’t you think? Thank you for being my guest today and here is the link for her latest book – Surrendering to the Bodyguard. Imagine the concept.

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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 – 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.

 

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. 

 

My Special Guest – BJ Wane

I’m so excited to have BJ Wane back on my blog. She’s not only a fabulous author, but a very good friend. She also has a brand, spanking new book, a continuation of her Miami Masters Series HOT off the presses. I think you’re going to love this excerpt so without further ado…

MASTERING HER FEAR

EXCERPT

Jackson couldn’t decipher what Julie’s grimace meant or why the mention of orgasms would make her muscles tighten, but he could pull the cause out of her later.  Today was for demonstrating.  Sliding his hands around to her buttocks, he kneaded the soft flesh, keeping a close eye for her response.  “I enjoyed spanking you the other day.  You did, too, which means you’ll like this.”  He released her ass to pick up a multi-strand flogger BJ Wane Mastering Her Fearand trailed the narrow leather strips over her breasts.

“Is that what I think it is?” she questioned with a catch in her voice.

“I don’t read minds, Julie.”

“And I might be green about your sexual preferences, but I know what a flogger is,” she returned, her voice going breathless as he tickled her waist then glided the leather strips up the inside of one leg.  “But I’ve never felt one.”

“This one has twelve strands, long and thin to cover a larger area.  Spread your feet wider and leave them there.”  She complied without hesitation, another positive sign.  Jackson moved to stand at her side, teased the globes of her ass with another slow trail of the braided leather then pulled back to deliver a light snap over both cheeks, just hard enough to leave faint pink stripes behind.  “You good?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine.”  The rows of tiny stings that stroke elicited drew her nipples into tighter beads and added to the building dampness in her pussy.  Julie bit her lip again, waiting in anticipation for the next strike.  It came fast, this one a little sharper, landing below the first, the extra punch seeping deep inside her and pulling a response she never dreamed possible.  “Jackson.

SYNOPSIS

Julie Martin pulled on Jackson Davenport’s protective urges the minute he stepped outside and saw her go flying off her swing to land in a heap of gangly arms and legs then come up smiling. When he discovered how her parents pressed her into competing in beauty pageants for their own selfish gratification, he took it upon himself to provide her with the friendship the little girl craved. Years later, just when his adult feelings – and body – began to want more from the beautiful young woman she’d grown up to be, Julie moved away to take the modeling world by storm. Jackson’s first encounter with the changes in her personality broke his heart and he severed all ties with her.

Six years later, Julie returns to Jackson a broken woman, unable to cope with the nightmare that changed her life forever. When he discovers her penchant for cutting herself to deal with the fear, he shows her a new side of him she’s never seen before, and a new way to get through the darkness that continues to plague her.

Even though Julie embraces Jackson’s dominant sexuality and the way his painful ministrations work much better at calming her fears, the truth of what happened the night her two friends were murdered stands between them. Will she be able to set aside her guilt to tell him the entire truth, or will she once again lose the only person who can complete her?

CONTACT & SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS:

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3420232.B_J_Wane?from_search=true

bjwane@cox.net

http://bjwane.blogspot.com/

https://twitter.com/bj_wane

https://www.facebook.com/bj.wane

Buy Links:

https://www.amazon.com/BJ-Wane/e/B014361LC2

http://blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_list&m=480

What do you think? Sizzling, eh? Thank you so much for being here!

Kisses…

Piper

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My Special Guest – BJ Wane

I have another wonderful guest today and she’s back for a second time! So happy to share BJ’s latest new and very HOT HOT HOT series. She’s become a good friend and is a fellow Blushing Books author so please say a warm welcome to…

BJ WANE – BOUND AND SAVED

SYNOPSIS

A few weeks after witnessing her stepfather order a cold-blooded murder, Cassandra Bowlin hides aboard a luxury yacht to flee the men after her. Dashing into a closet, she trembles in fear of discovery until the owner enters the room with a woman intent on gaining his sexual favor. The scene she witnesses between the couple BJ Bound and Saved Cover Finalleaves her shaken with arousal, making her wonder what all she had been missing from her own sexual encounters.

Zachary Allen-Vancuren returns to his new, BDSM decked out yacht, eager to take her out on a maiden voyage before presenting her to his friends. After putting several miles between him and the mainland, he slips downstairs and finds he’s stuck with a stowaway with secrets she refuses to divulge and a determination to wring as much from his planned four-day excursion as possible. His refusal to engage in any sexual activities is met with her constant, teasing antics until she finally wears him down and he gives her the lesson she thinks she’s been wanting.
It took interference from a surprising source and two rescues by Zachary to free her of her stepfather’s threats and enable her to embrace a future with the one man she hadn’t been able to resist.

EXCERPT

That did it.  Zach slowed the yacht, throttled down until the large vessel decelerated enough he could cut the engine and still enjoy the slow glide on the water as they drifted.  He’d managed to stay seated while Sandie propped herself on the lounge in his direct line of vision, teasing him with shapely legs he pictured wrapped around his back as he pounded between them.  The quick strokes of her pencil made him as curious about her ability as an artist as he admitted to being about the rest of her body under that shirt.  It had taken extreme effort on his part not to give in to that curiosity and he’d been priding himself on his control before she stood and stretched.

Ignoring his command to remain unaffected, his cock hardened into a painful erection pressing against his zipper.  The final straw came when he watched her bend over the rail, just enough to tease him with a glimpse of the sweet, plump undercurve of her soft buttocks.  She’d been pushing him for a lesson, and as he strode across the deck, he decided it was high time he gave her one.

“What are you doing, Sandie?”

She turned, those green eyes conveying that indescribable ache he had no name for.  The one that pulled at him from the moment he’d startled her awake in his room.

“Taking in the awesome view from your…”  She paused, a light of mischief replacing the ache in her eyes and a small smile flirting with the corners of her mouth as she finished with, “boat.”

He narrowed his eyes, accepting the taunt as he strode forward.  “I warned you.”  Grasping her shoulders, he spun her around, placed her hands together back on the rail, and shackled them in place by wrapping his much larger hand over both hers.  Without pausing, he flipped up the shirt and swatted her silk covered ass, the thin, see-through panties providing no cushiony barrier this time.

Her soft cry resonated across the water along with the slap of the next smack.  “This is what comes when you don’t heed my warnings.”  Two more sharp smacks that bounced her round globes.  “This is just one of my favorite things to torment a woman with.”  Another two, these reddening her sit-spots.  “Sex with me is my way, whatever I demand, whenever I say, wherever I want it.”  He tormented her thighs next, two swift swats on each before caressing his way up to cup one, spank-warm, malleable buttock.

Bending down, he nipped the soft flesh between her shoulder and neck.  He felt her jump, heard her sudden, indrawn breath and could almost swear the slight breeze teased his nose with the pungent aroma of her arousal.  A lesson, he reminded himself with a swift, brutal pushback of his body’s demands.

“You’ve been parading around out here wearing nothing but a shirt and panties to get my attention, haven’t you?”

FIND BJ AT:

https://www.facebook.com/bj.wane

http://bjwane.blogspot.com/

https://www.amazon.com/BJ-Wane/e/B014361LC2

Thank you so much for being here! A fabulous new series!!

Kisses…

Piper

SPECIAL GIVEAWAY – HONOR AND OBEY

I have what I hope you’ll find an awesome giveaway and one I planned very carefully. Honor and Obey is my latest release from Blushing Books and as the title suggests, this is about three different couples and their struggles with regard to their relationship. After talking, arguing, going to counseling and almost breaking up, each couple determines domestic discipline might be the only chance at saving their relationship.

Domestic Discipline isn’t for everyone. Changing to a situation where the man is the absolute head of household is challenging and requires significant discussion as well as complete honesty shared. Methods of discipline for rules infractions are doled out and as you can imagine, this is often gut wrenching in acceptance for both the man and the woman. There’s something else that is vital – love. Without love and total commitment to each other, there is simply no way couples will flourish on what some consider to be an incredible journey.

In penning six stories for the two volumes, I hope the love shines through. Often symbols are used to signify the change. Did you happen to notice the necklace on the cover? I had my brilliant cover designer, Brenda Gonet, find just the right picture for the cover. A necklace (or what some call a collar) signifies the woman’s submission or acceptance of the man in her life as the head, the leader and the protector. I think the depiction is beautiful.

I have a wonderful friend, Sandy Leigh Davis, who is my fabulous fan page administrator and an amazing jewelry designer. So, I had her create a necklace as a give away. This is a one of a kind. Take a peek at the picture. This is the exact necklace I’m giving away. Here’s a little bit about her company, Leigh’s Creations.Give away necklace

Sandy Leigh Davis was born in Arkansas but raised in Mississippi. She’s been married for 31 years in October to the love of her life. She has two grown son’s the oldest son is a police officer with three children which she keeps during the week. The youngest son is a Calvary Scout in the Army. She has always loved different types of jewelry and enjoys creating different pieces. She has turned her love for the craft into a business called Leigh’s Creations. She makes Necklaces, Earrings, Bracelets, Key rings and Bookmarks. She’s learning new techniques for creating unique pieces. She would love to create a unique and special piece for you.

You can contact her on her Facebook page Leigh’s Creations or email her a leighscreations68@gmail.com

I can tell you that her creations are gorgeous and I have many items that will be give aways in the future – BUT – never a necklace like this one. What do you have to do in order to win?

First, you’re going to have to read the book in order to answer the question. If and when you know the answer, email me at piperstonecreations@gmail.com with the answer. Those who answer correctly will be entered into a drawing for the prize. On this coming Tuesday, I’ll select the winner. What’s the question?

In Her Silence, Chad thinks of four important words about Raven’s submission just after he asks if she’s ready for her punishment. What are they? 

Thank you so much to everyone who’s read and loved this book. Please let me know what you think! Volume two will be released in early November. Here’s the purchase link. Remember, free on KU so what’s stopping you from enjoying and taking a chance?

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0757YYM64/