Do you Believe in Maintenance Spankings? What about a Disciplinarian?

I think the weekend blog truly showed how much the topic of spankings in a household is on the minds of readers and authors alike. There are thousands of spanking books, hundreds of blogs/tumblrs devoted to the subject, so obviously this is a phenomenon that’s here to stay. AND it’s a lifestyle that is practiced more than some might think. Domestic Discipline lifestyles can work, saving a relationship or keeping an even keel in the household. But every couple is different and the experience is special to them, rules carefully selected for their needs.

I was writing a scene yesterday from my other pseudo – Dakota Black from the last Texas Oil book. My heroine was angry, enraged by something happening on her ranch and in order to maintain a calm demeanor while dealing with a difficult situation, she went to a man who provided her with regular relief. While they’d been lovers of sorts, their true relationship involved the fact he was her disciplinarian. She was given a sense of relief and re-centering. So, given certain comments regarding the recent spanking blog, I developed additional questions. Writers are always trying to find sexier or differentspankopoly methods to write a love scene or in certain cases, spanking. The how, when, with what, and how often has to be determined as well as believable.

Authors are also enjoy finding sexy pictures. Whether we enjoy providing sizzling images of men who fit our alpha characters to spanking scenes that can be shown on basic social media, we often search the internet. You have to remember, authors are responsible for the majority of their marketing. I came on this little jpg and had to smile. Then, my wicked mind took over. I once wrote a piece called Spankdown and it had everything to do with a little game. While the piece was so much fun to write, spankings and the lifestyle isn’t something to take frivolously.

Maintenance discipline – I can’t tell you how many times I’ve made certain my heroine is told in no uncertain terms that she’s going to receive a spanking often, if not every day, in order to provide stability, create a difference in the relationship. Now, we’re not talking thirty minutes of hard belting. Sometimes a maintenance spanking means no more than being taken over his knee the first thing in the morning or right before bed and given twenty or so smacks on the bottom. That can truly help a woman understand her place and provide a sense of protection, love and adoration.

Readers chomp at the bit for reading more than one spanking scene in a book. They want to know the hero has full control and doesn’t mind spanking his lady when necessary. That might create all kinds of swirling thoughts. Can she tolerate a spanking every day or every other day? What kinds of implements are used? Does the Dominant need any special training in order to do this? Should he spank in anger?

My answers – and I’m no expert so don’t quote me here. Anger – NEVER should a punishment of any kind be given in anger. The Dominant or Head of Household needs to be in full control before providing any type of discipline. He (or she) needs to be calm in order to provide what is necessary while tempering and controlling his actions.

Training – there are methods that work better, whether the HOH is using his hand, a belt, a paddle or a switch. Serious harm can be done to the spankee. You can’t whip along the small of the back – kidneys. That’s a single example. So, yes, I believe that every Dominant needs to learn and understand how an implement should be used before ever trying it.

Can a woman handle a spanking every day? Yes, but again, it’s all about the severity. Practiced and trained HOH’s know when enough is enough. They realize there can be bruising, welts and I’ve seen pictures of blood being drawn. REALLY? This isn’t about harming the love of your life. Spankings are another tool, not a threat for bodily injury. I can’t emphasize that enough.

From the couples involved in domestic discipline, maintenance spankings are used to keep the lines between the couple and honestly, to draw them closer together. The centering effect for a woman can be important, even vital or simply another aspect of their loving relationship. LOVE, TRUST, and RESPECT are very important to any relationship, including and maybe especially if domestic discipline is included.

Punishment spankings are something else. That’s for another blog.

What about using a disciplinarian? Yes, there are services or single individuals who provide this for people who don’t have a significant other. You’re not going to go into a bar and go, hey dude, want to spank me tonight? Uh, NO! Like every other kind of service, and often one found on the internet, you have to check them out. There are no spanking cartoonlicenses for this kind of thing, but word of mouth, recommendations, experience etc. All apply here if you’re inclined to find such a person.

What about a close friend? Would you have a conversation with him regarding your needs, discussing your anger issues or another bad behavior that you want to control? Would you actually alter that relationship so that every once in a while you go to him for a spanking?

Imagine…

You make a phone call to your friend or the service hired (after a thorough check) and make an appointment. You go to his house or office and undress or wait. He listens to why you need a spanking then perhaps provides advice, a soothing conversation but one full of a controlling attitude. Then he tells you to lean over the back of the couch or over his lap.

Crack! Slap!

He gives you a hard spanking, already pre-determined then you go on your merry way. Perhaps in the case of a friend, you plan dinner with friends for the upcoming Friday. Hmmm… I don’t know. My personal thought is that spankings, no matter for passion or discipline, are very intimate. I don’t think I could allow a stranger to provide discipline no matter how much I crave.

What are your thoughts? If you’re single, do you have a special person on your life that you would trust enough to provide this type of service? Then again, are you ready to talk to your significant other about your desire to make changes in your relationship? I think these are tough questions for the majority and should be thought about and considered for a period of time.

Let me know what you think. I love your comments.

Kisses and spanks on a rainy day…

Piper

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Do All Women Need a Hard Spanking?

Yes, I asked the question on this lovely Saturday. Why? Because the phenomenon still fascinates the heck out of me. And I’d love for my readers to weigh in. Yes, I’ve written dozens of spanking stories/books over the past few years. Even my beloved Missoula Smokejumpers series has a special club the jumpers belong to called Burnout. They get together and discuss their love of dominating women, including domestic discipline – i.e. spankings. And you can bet there are several sizzling and often passionate spanking scenes throughout.

My lovely editor, the ultra talented Sandra Havro from Blushing Books, has said more OTK sayingthan once – I think you need to add another spanking scene. Really? Isn’t the danger, suspense, love, fun and basic story enough? Evidently not given the desires of so many readers. So, the added question is – do we as readers simply enjoy reading about women being taken over the knee or pushed across a fluffy set of pillows, OR, do we believe that men (in the case of my books) should be in charge – Head of Household? I know, you’re not quite certain if you can respond truthfully. Right?

Let’s talk about domestic discipline. The man is in charge of the house and home. He (usually along with some comments and suggestions from his loved one) creates a set of rules. These requirements can be everything from keeping the house clean, what amount of money can be spent, what social media is allowed to the basics of keeping healthy. Every household is different. Once these rules are agreed to, they are expected to be followed. To. The. Letter. What happens if these rules are broken?

Often – a hard spanking. Now, imagine coming home and your husband tells you in no uncertain terms that you’re going to receive a spanking because you forgot to pay a bill or he noticed the purchase at Victoria’s Secret. He’s loving but firm and has you either The belt sayingremove your clothes or lower your panties. He might pull the hardback kitchen chair out from the table and tug you across his lap.

Crack!

His hand stings, burning almost instantly.

Smack! Crack!

You squirm, wiggle given the pain and your arm flails back. He firmly wraps his fingers around your wrist, reminding you that if you don’t stay in position, he’ll start the process, the spanking all over again.

Pop! Slap!

What if the infraction was even worse? Perhaps you received a speeding ticket or made a fool of yourself at his company Christmas party. Hmmmm… This calls for a harsher punishment.

The belt…

He gives you that look at the party. That’s all you need and you know you’re in serious trouble. All the way home in the dark in the car, you’re anticipating your punishment, wringing your hands while you try to calm your nerves. He says nothing as he calms down, placing his thoughts in the right mindset. Once inside, he calmly tells you to take off all your clothes and stand in the corner while he prepares. Imagine your visions, your heart racing, your blood pumping as your obey, standing with your nose pressed against the corner, trying not to cry. You’re trying to figure out if he will use the belt, the one he wears every day or will he choose the dreaded paddle or wooden brush.

When the time comes, he takes both of your hands and says in no uncertain terms that you disrespected him, embarrassed him in front of his colleagues. He explains that the behavior will not be tolerated and asks if you understand why you’re going to receive a spanking. After an apology, you can’t deny your wretched actions. And so… He takes you to your bedroom, the place of comfort and passion, and places you over two pillows, your naked ass in the air. And it begins.

Crack!

The belt hits you across your sit spot and you yelp, unable to hold back the cry.

Smack! Crack!

The pain is intense and you jerk up. He rubs his hand on the small of your back, waiting for a few seconds.

Pop! Slap!

The sting brings tears to your eyes and you bury your face into the pillows.

Whack! Crack!

Another series of hard smacks hits both ass cheeks and your upper thighs. Every strike is controlled but necessary. He continues, giving you several more.

Slap! Pop!

When it’s over, he gathers you into his arms, cradling you in his lap as he allows you to cry, to weep and absolve you of your sins.

Has this happened to you before and if so, do you feel better after promising never to embarrass him again? I think about the type of spankings, the method and implement used and the severity of the punishment itself. There are controlled and practiced methods and anyone who enters into this lifestyle MUST learn to be careful, never disciplining in anger. There are various implements that can be used. The over the knee with a hand is so intimate and used on the spur of the moment. The brush, especially spanking implementwooden is a hard snap, a burning that is centered in a single spot. The paddle provides a thudding sound and is certainly harsh, but very effective. There’s the cane, the flogger, the carpet beater, the switch.

Think about being told to select the perfect switch from in your very yard. Imagine your thoughts as you go out into the garden, selecting the vine. Perhaps he tests various switches right there, in front of your neighbors. Often the bark is cut away, revealing the fresh green inside. Oh, the burn a switch can provide on the ass or legs. Whew.

There are so many other types of implements and various ways in which to inflict. There are couples where a brush or strap is kept in the glove compartment, in case a spanking is needed outside the home. Would your man spank you in the back parking lot of Target? You start arguing over nothing in particular and the nasty words coming out of your mouth are biting, caustic. That same look is given with simple words that you’re getting a spanking when you leave the store.

He drives to the back of the parking lot, away from the majority of customers, pulls out the brush hidden in the glove compartment, yanks you over his lap and gives you a hard spanking. Right there. Yes, someone could walk by. Yes, they might watch. Yes, you’re humiliated but my guess is that you’ll think twice about arguing in the middle of a store ever again.

Crack!

I’ve given you several scenarios so now the questions. Do you believe women deserve a hard spanking every once in awhile? Do you believe that domestic discipline relationships are an excellent method of keeping peace in the home? Do you think couples who practice are closer, even more passionate? Would you consider entering into this kind of lifestyle or do you simply enjoy reading about the scenario?

Inquiring minds want to know. I find it fascinating just how many books are sold and while Blushing Books is known for offering spanking titles, they certainly sell basic romance, suspense and even thrillers. Are we simply hungry as a society for the darker side of relationships?

Let me know and I hope you’ve enjoyed.

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

Blaze – Missoula Smokejumpers Book Five

Happy Valentine’s Day. I thought as a little treat I’d give you a taste of Blaze – the fifth book in the Missoula Smokejumper’s Series. Boone is my cowboy, having spent years on the rodeo circuit. Now, what’s better on the day of love than a sexy, strong, muscular and dominating cowboy? Delicious… I hope you enjoying. Releasing in early March. Don’t forget, all the books are exclusive on Amazon so you can read on KU for FREE AND, the first book in the series, Ignite, is only $.99.

Enjoy…

BLAZE – (unedited)

“Damn good idea you had, my friend.”

Boone Martin glanced over at his buddy and fellow smokejumper and grinned. “Every once in a while, I have them.” Sawyer Lincoln professed to be a true cowboy but hadn’t been out riding with him since Boone had moved to Missoula. “I thought I’d never get you on a horse.”

Sawyer stretched out on the blanket and closed his eyes, but not before shooting his friend the finger. “Shut your ass up and relax. It’s our day off, remember? I’m Blazeexhausted.”

“That means you’re very old.” He couldn’t help but tease. The entire team of smokejumpers had been training almost every day in preparation of what experts called a dangerous upcoming season.

As if these so-called experts had any idea how to predict the weather patterns. Hell, the winter season had been ferocious with several out of control forest fires, including one in West Virginia. The entire team had been flown out in order to provide assistance. They were lucky to be alive.

“This old man is gonna kick your ass if you don’t shut the fuck up,” Sawyer growled.

“Bring it!” Laughing, Boone settled just a few feet away, cradling his knees and studying the water. The river was rough, much more so given the recent early summer storms. Still, the grassy knoll was tranquil, allowing him to process the upcoming event in the morning. What had he gotten himself into? He’d been away from Texas as well as training for years.

“You’re really going through with it?” Sawyer asked, as if reading his mind.

“Hell, yeah. I can’t back out now. Besides, I’m really looking forward to getting in there. Blaze will have a good time.”

“Should be interesting,” Sawyer teased. “A smokejumper snagging a cow.”

Boone laughed. “Roping steer my friend and there’s a lot of money to be made on the rodeo circuit.” The glory days had been the best of his life.

“Whatever you say.”

“Since you’re such a cowboy, we might be able to get you into that ring. Course your ass will be tossed, kicked, trampled and we’ll have to call the paramedics.”

Sawyer lifted his head, giving him the evil eye. “You’re buckin’ to get your ass beat today.”

“Callin’ it as I see-“

“Help!”

“What the hell?” The cry was faint, the wind carrying the strangled voice away almost immediately. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

Boone craned his neck and searched the water as well as the shoreline, listening for any additional sounds. “I could have sworn I heard a cry for help.”

“You’re dreaming, dude. Why don’t you grab a beer? Get me one too.”

Boone knew what he’d heard. A single shiver slithered down his spine. Jerking to his feet, he walked closer to the water, shading his eyes from the sun. He could see a few people on the other side of the river, but he doubted no one close enough to hear the distinct word. “I swear I-“

“Help!”

The cry came again, the sound closer.

“Okay, I know I heard that,” Boone walked closer, stepping over rocks.

“Yeah, I did too.” Scrambling to his feet, Sawyer followed him to the edge of the water, scanning the horizon. “Sounded like a girl.”

“No doubt.” His entire body tense, he walked to the right several feet, steadying himself on the few flat rocks. The water was spitting over the jagged edges, lapping against the shoreline. From this vantage point, he could hear the pounding of the waves as they cowboy with lassocrashed down from the waterfall. This wasn’t a designated swimming area during any time of the year. Squinting, he could swear he noticed a blip of red, but the powerful stream was rolling so fast. “Come on. Come on. Where are you?”

“Aahhh!”

“Shit. What the fuck?” Sawyer walked into the water, almost slipping. “Damn it. Who would be foolish enough to get in the river here?”

“Could be a kayaker or canoer caught in the rapids.”

“Then they don’t have a freakin’ chance,” Sawyer stated, his voice shaking.

They both remained quiet, searching.

After a few seconds, Boone could see the same hint of color, a garish and very bright red. The blob in the water was bobbing up and down, going completely under the raging swirl. Hair. He could just make out blonde hair. “Shit. There’s someone in the water. I can see her and she’s headed straight for the falls.”

“What?” Sawyer raced to his side, turning his head from left to right. “Oh, Jesus. You’re right. There’s no way we can swim out there. None. The fire department can’t get here in time.”

“No, they can’t. Grab my rope off of Blaze.” Boone directed.

“Your rope?”

“Just fuckin’ do it!” There was little time given how fast the stream was moving. If the girl reached the falls, pitched down over one hundred feet would certainly kill her. “Do it!”

“Okay! Okay.”

He heard Sawyer racing away and tried to keep his eyes on the girl. The rapids were drawing her closer to this side. She was maybe two hundred yards out. Still too far. He took several long strides into the river, trying to get a better look. The force of the water pummeled him and he slipped, falling into the frigid water. “Shit.” Jerking up, he wiped water out of his eyes as he steadied his feet.

“Here. What in the hell do you think you’re going to do with this?” Sawyer tossed him the rope.

“Try and save her. Call 9-1-1.” He held the rope in his hand and refused to allow fear to enter his system. He could do this. The girl was closer, flailing as she screamed for help. His fingers wrapped around the rope, pulling the thick strand into position. He’d have one shot at this. One. After that, there was nothing else he could do. As he waited he counted, studying the rapids and the distance her body was carried. This wasn’t like wrestling a steer to the ground.

“What are you doing?” Sawyer called from behind. “You don’t actually think you can grab her with the rope?”

“Call them.” Boone gulped as he fingered the twisted strands. This was a new rope, barely broken in and damn, it had better be strong. You can do this. He was no longer certain of his skills, but at this point, there was no self-doubt allowed. None. Concentrate. Concentrate.

“Grabbing my phone.”

“Hey. Look over here!” Boone’s voice boomed over the rustling water and he held his breath as the girl jerked her head in his direction. She began to paddle, as if that would make any difference. “Catch this when I throw it to you.” Whether or not she heard, he couldn’t be certain but he had to try. If he managed to snag her, he’d have only a few seconds to reel her in or the rapids could take both of them. Today was not a good day to die.

Swinging the rope over his head, he thought of nothing but all the weeks of practice, the years of training. He could do this. No, he would do this.

“Goddamn you are. You’re never going to be able to do this,” Sawyer moaned.

I hope you enjoyed!

Kisses and licks on this special day…

Piper

Sexee Reads Valentine’s Day Giveaway

Happy Sunday. Who doesn’t like free books? About about a few dozen? Sexee Reads has a fabulous giveaway through February 17th with dozens of your favorite authors involved. Including MUAH. What do you have to do? Well, you might have to sign up for an author’s newsletter but in my case – NOTHING. Download a free copy. Now, what’s simpler than that?

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Writing is such a joy and I’m thrilled to be able to do this everyday. When I started the Missoula Smokejumpers series, which had been on my mind for years, I wanted to bring readers the truth and reality behind what they do. They work in dangerous situations, fighting fires with their training and brawn – but no water. They often burn trees and underbrush to eradicate fuel for an ongoing fire. They use axes and chainsaws, dig trenches and do everything to change the direction of a fire. Sadly, think about the horrific fires in California recently. You can bet there were several teams on hand, along with hundreds of firefighters.

Burn is the second book in the series. While all four books, the two prequels and the Christmas story (three more planned in the series) can be read as a stand alone, as readers/reviewers have pointed out, you’re missing so much if you don’t read them all. burn_sj2_cover_bigWhy? Because it entails the lives of seven smokejumpers and the women they love – as well as discipline. They live to the extreme as true alpha men, but have hearts of gold and would die for their team, their friends and family and even the amazing town of Missoula.

If you enjoy Burn, then pick up a copy of Ignite, the first in the series and at only $.99, I think you’ll enjoy the long book setting the tone. Blaze is due out in early March with the last two following closely thereafter. You’re going to get the real deal – fire, danger, mystery, suspense, arson, love, spankings, domination, joy and heartache.

BURN – Landen’s Story

9/11. Too many memories. A burning pain.

Scarred body and soul. Damaged beyond comprehension.

Fighting fires to save lives, unable to combat the devil inside, but I need more. More…

I need her. She’s my salvation and I will have her. No compromises.

Danger. Domination. Destruction.

The Jackals

An elite core of smokejumpers nestled in the heard of Missoula, Montana.

By day they indulge in their penchant for danger.

By night they exude passion.

Are you ready for their brand of domination?

Prevent. Protect. Preserve. This is their motto.

IGNITE – Stoker’s Story

Danger. It’s all I’ve ever known. All I’ve ever wanted.


Fighting fires soothes the raging beast that war created.

Allowing me to live

The rest? Maybe she can understand my hunger. For her. Dominating her. Owning her.

Maybe…

I hope you enjoy all the free books – happy reading. The Missoula Smokejumpers Series is exclusive to Amazon, which means you can read on KU for FREE!

 

My Special Guest – Dakota Black

I have a special guest today and she writes everything from campy erotic books to serious suspense – Dakota Black. Her new series – Texas Oil – promises to bring you tempting stories of alpha men – billionaires to roughnecks in the powerful world of Oil. Now, if you don’t know what a roughneck is, they are the men (and yes some women) who work in the field, producing oil. Many work offshore and you’ve seen the rigs or perhaps you watched the movie Armageddon many years ago. The work is brutal, dirty and the worker must be in the best shape. The first book coming November 14th from Blushing Books, I think you might find the first hero, the CEO of the company, quite tasty.

TEXAS OIL – A SHADOW OF DOUBT

Excerpt

Mitchell rolled over in bed and groaned as he buried his face into his pillow. He’d tossed and turned all night, berating himself for his ridiculous behavior. He’d accosted a woman he didn’t know, who’d just moved into town, on the dance floor of Shadow of Doubt_500x755a popular bar. What in God’s name was he thinking? Granted, he’d had a couple of beers and a shot of tequila, but he’d never lost control before, not to this degree anyway.

He closed his eyes, envisioning the dazzling raven haired beauty, his cock swelling. His actions had been unusual to say the least. He kept to himself, in his professional life as well as with pleasure, preferring no one know his business. Dani had managed in five seconds after meeting him to peel away the mask he’d been wearing for years. How and why? Perhaps he’d never know. At least he doubted he’d ever see the woman again, especially after she slapped him silly.

Easing onto his back, he grinned as he rubbed his cheek. Her aim had been perfect and with enough strength, he had to wonder whether he was going to develop a bruise. If so, he’d wear the discolored skin like a badge of honor. Hell, dishonor. He raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the tented sheet. Yeah, the woman had an effect on him, enough so his balls were almost blue.

Sliding his hand under the sheet, he fondled his testicles, squeezing the swollen sac until pain jetted up the back of his legs. If only she was lying next to him, her head on his chest, her hand wrapped around his dick. A perfect way to wake up. Exhaling, he stroked his shaft and closed his eyes, longing to have some relief.

She was beautiful in an unassuming way, her eyes full of sadness as well as a desire to learn. She hungered for her own release and he had no doubt she’d allow him to spank her. He groaned and twisted his balls. Spank? No, Dani didn’t understand her needs just yet. Now, he’d never get another chance to open Pandora’s Box. He remained surprised he’d been as attracted to her, his sixth sense kicking in. He certainly hadn’t gone looking for a woman in a hell of a long time.

Mitchell shifted and lifted his legs, opening them wide as he continued to stroke, his hand creating painful friction. All he had to do was think of her.

“Spank me. I’ve been a bad girl.” Dani shifted from foot to foot, her eyes full of apprehension.

“Yes, you have. Come lie over my knees. Take your punishment like the good girl I know you can be,” he commanded as he patted his lap.

“Yes, sir.” Obeying like the dutiful submissive, she walked toward him, easing her naked body across his lap.

After caressing her back, he began.

Crack! Pop!

Shuddering given the wayward vision, Mitchell pumped harder and faster until masturbating created a slice of raw agony. He envisioned her porcelain skin and full lips, her hour glass figure and long legs. Grunting, he jerked up from the bed as cum spewed out over his hand. “Fuck!” He panted as sweat beaded across his upper lip. The vision remaining clear, he imagined her reddened ass after a hard whipping. Nothing could be so delicious.

As he lay spent, he tried to figure out a way to contact her. Unfortunately, he knew nothing about her. Zippo. He’d simply mauled her on the dance floor without asking any questions. He was a moron. A lunatic. No, he was much worse.

A knock on his door dragged him out of his pensive state. He glanced over at the clock. Hell, it was after eleven. He eased out of bed, throwing on a pair of shorts, and headed for the door. Only two people dared stop by his house and those two knew better, especially on a weekend. The moment he threw open the door, he shook his head.

“What?” The man held a mischievous look on his face. “You look like you partied all night long.”

“Good morning to you, Zach, and not exactly.” Mitchell left the door open as he padded into the kitchen. Copious amounts of coffee were in order. Zach Goodman was one of his oldest and closest friends. He was trustworthy and had been his corporate attorney since the creation of the floundering oil business, long before the merge creating Rush Enterprises. They’d grown up together, sharing everything, and along with the VP of his company, the three completely different men were like the 2017 musketeers. He jerked the coffee pot out of the holder, pouring the remnants of yesterday’s coffee down the sink.

“A cup of coffee would be perfect. I thought you went home with that little filly from the bar last night,” Zach stated as he placed his briefcase on the kitchen table.

“You mean right after she slapped the shit out of me?”

“Ouch! Guess you’ve lost your touch, buddy. Did you tell Camden yet?” Zach asked, his eyes twinkling.

Mitchell gave him a look before filling the canister with heaping scoops of ground coffee. He needed a dark and stout brew to keep him on his toes. “No, I haven’t said a word to Camden. He doesn’t need to know all my dirty little secrets.”

“He and I are having a drink later. The subject might just come up.”

“You do and you die, buddy of mine. Why are you here on a Sunday with your briefcase?”

“My work never ends. I have a slave driver for a boss. Contracts to sign.” Zach flipped open the top, pulling out a thick file folder. He held it in his hands and exhaled, eyeing Mitchell.

He raised an eyebrow and while he didn’t need to ask what his buddy was thinking, he did anyway. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you certain you want to do this?”

“I’ve told you a half dozen times. This is important to me. I don’t expect you to understand, not completely. Hell, I’m not certain I do myself, but this is absolutely something I want and will do. Do I make myself clear enough?”

Shrugging, Zach nodded. “I get it. I’ll do what the boss says without questioning.”

Mitchell hesitated before answering. “I’m not your boss, merely a client.”

“My only real client.” Zach winked.

“Oh yeah. Then you should do as I say,” he teased.

Zach moved closer, the folder still in his hand. “I’m serious, Mitchell. This purchase could be a noose around your neck if anything goes wrong with oil production.”

Mitchell shot him a look. This was indeed something he had to do, a true representation of the man buried deep inside. “Nothing is going to go wrong. The new fields are producing as anticipated. At this rate, we’ll double the company wide production in four months. That’s a significant growth. In other words, stop worrying.”

“My red flags are raised. I’m not certain why, but they are.”

“Indian karma?” Zach was what the reservation called a half-breed. Only his twinkling blue eyes gave away that his mother was a blue-eyed blond.

“Don’t fuck with the spirits.” Zach’s tone was dark and dangerous. Then he laughed. “Half joking. I do have a bad feeling so think carefully. You’re making impulsive decisions latterly, including purchasing that property in El Paso.”

SYNOPSIS

I wear my scars like a badge of honor, intense cravings eating intensely at my soul

Few men can tolerate my power… My influence

Exacting revenge is the only way to survive

Only one woman understands my dark desires…

And I will have her…

Meet the men of the lucrative world of Texas Oil. From billionaires to roughnecks, they are destined to capture your soul with their dominating brand of passion. They also have secrets…

Delicious and thank you for being here!

Don’t forget – two special treats. First, Fire Devil – Three Rivers Run Deep is on pre-order for a very special price – $2.99. This begins the saga of smokejumpers/firefighters in Missoula Montana. Also, the FREE prequel – Standing at  the River’s Edge is coming out on Monday. You get a taste of three of the men in the series!

Also – I have the first in the Rescue Me series – Maverick for FREE this weekend only. Get a taste of a suspense filled romance series.

Kisses and have a great weekend

Piper

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Fire Devil – Three Rivers Run Deep

SQUEE! The pre-order for the very first book comes out later today (or tomorrow depending on Amazon) and I’m so excited! This is the first in 7 books with 2 free prequels regarding an amazing group of smokejumpers. They delve into danger in order to save lives, fighting the worst fires imaginable. Sadly, think of California and the devastating fires. Several groups of smokejumpers from several states are there, working long and exhausting hours, days, weeks in order to put out the horrific flames. They are our true heroes. 

There are also other unsung heroes – the women they love, the families and friends THree Rivers 500x755who rally around them every day. I’m proud to bring you a group of stories based in Missoula, Montana. Here is a taste of our first heroine. I hope you’ll consider pre-ordering at a very special price of $2.99 for the pre-order sale only. Thank you readers for loving my saga.

THREE RIVERS RUN DEEP

Fire Devil: Windfall of fire

Zulies: Missoula smokejumpers

Blowup: Catastrophic fire behavior, rapid spread, mass ignition of large areas 

I remember when I was a little girl. I believed in fantasies. Handsome knights on large steeds, protecting everyone around them. I used to believe in heroes. I no longer do.

You’re nothing and deserve to die alone…

“Everyone. Welcome to the stage, Jessica Dunn and Fringe!”

Jessica Dunn exhaled and clenched the neck of her guitar. Words. They were just ugly words. The vibrant lights from the stage ceiling danced across the band’s instruments, swirling in a random yet controlled fashion, neon flashes creating sensual images. She’d been through this before, now thousands of times. Once excited at the prospect of facing an audience, she was exhausted and no longer able to convey her once vivacious personality.

“Go on. You act like you’re heading for your funeral, girl.”

She gave the drummer, and the man she spent most of her time with, the finger. Cody Falcon grinned. Damn, if she didn’t shiver. His dimples and shaggy raven hair always made her swoon. “Do you see anyone that gives a shit out there?”

“What are you talking about?” Cody leaned down, licking her earlobe. “The crowd loves ya.”

“Right. You mean all two dozen or so scattered in the theatre?” She darted a glance out into the audience, shading her eyes from the intense lighting. She and the band once filled massive stadiums. Now they were lucky to get five or six hundred people to attend their performances. They were once considered ‘the’ up and coming rock band, their first single going platinum. The second was heralded as the album of the decade. Now? They were left to play gigs at fairs and two-bit concert halls.

“Stop bellowing like a damn kitten. Get to work.”

After debating her ability to run far away, she adjusted the strap holding the guitar in place and took a step toward the slender opening of the curtain. This wasn’t what she’d hungered for fifteen years before. Act like a professional. Entertain. She brushed her hand through her long red hair and tossed her head back. “You mean tigress don’t you, big boy?”

“That’s my sexy gal.”

Taking long strides, she walked out on stage, waving to the crowd. Temporarily blinded, she whistled and laughed as she found her way toward the microphone. The band members were settling in behind her, taking their usual place, something they’d done countless times during their tenure together. “Anybody ready to rock the house?”

Those attending clapped, their whistles giving her a boost.

“Come on. Let’s get this party rollin’!” Her sultry voice reverberated across the shadows.

She shot Wally, the base player a look, winking and giving a short bow. They were a frisky group and their audiences loved their style. ‘Loved’ as in past tense. Times were different. “We are so ready to have a good time tonight. Are y’all ready?” A sickening feeling remained in her gut. She’d fought her nerves for a solid year. Tonight, she was ready to pass out from terror. Hands on the guitar. Start strumming. Everything will be okay. She forced back a single tear as the music began to play in the background. She knew the words by heart. She’d written every damn song after all. But that was a long time ago.

Jessica blinked several times as she shifted from foot to foot. “We are…” The words were lost. She gulped for air and fingered the strings, playing a chord that made no sense.

The crowd cheered, clapping as several people moved toward the edge of the stage.

She froze, unable to take a step or remember the words. Her heart raced as she attempted to focus on anything in front of her. “We are the ones who will…” Goddamn it! Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Wally walking toward her, his smile plastic. He didn’t give a shit about the band or anything to do with their recording career. He wanted money and fame, something they’d tried so hard to achieve. She resisted lashing out, scratching his face.

“We are the ones who will rock you, rock you,” Wally sang as he pumped the bass and strutted closer. He gave her an encouraging nod, mouthing ‘you can do it’.

Shimmers of light pulsated around her, mixing with echoes of the music. This was their signature song, the one that rocked the house. She swayed back and forth as she tried to grasp onto what she was supposed to do. A thumping boom of the drums behind her jolted her back to reality. She stamped her foot and gave Wally a hateful look. He wasn’t supposed to be singing. Anger shoved her past an unseen threshold. “We are the ones who will rock you, rock you. We are the ones who fight.”

Wally nodded and grinned, singing alongside her.

All she could think about for the next three songs was kicking his motherfucking ass.

SYNOPSIS

Danger. It’s all I’ve ever known. All I’ve ever wanted.

Fighting fires soothes the raging beast that war created.

Allowing me to live

The rest? Maybe she can understand my hunger. For her. Dominating her. Owning her.

Maybe…

Danger. Domination. Destruction.

The Jackals

An elite team of smokejumpers nestled in the heart of Missoula, Montana.

By day they indulge in their penchant for danger.

By night they exude passion.

Are you ready for their brand of domination?

Prevent. Protect. Preserve. This is their motto.

I hope you’ve enjoyed!

Kisses…

Piper

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My Special Guest – Stella Moore

Happy Sunday and Labor Day weekend to everyone in America. I hope you’re able to do something wonderful and amazing. A special note – Blushing Books is supporting the hurricane victims in Texas by donating all their profits this weekend. Please help in this important endeavor by purchasing at least one sexy book. Onto my special guest. She and I have become recent friends and you only have to see a Facebook post or two to know this girl has a bit of a naughty mind. Love it! Please give a warm welcome to

STELLA MOORE – HEALING HURTS

SYNOPSIS

Penelope Frost can take care of herself. A popular, successful photographer with a smart mouth and a hot temper, she’s learned the hard way not to rely on a man. Her ex, a man she though she could trust with her innermost desires, abused more than her trust. But she puts that behind her and begins dating again, focusing her attention on safer, less controlling men. But even if she won’t admit it to herself, sheStella HealingHurts still craves the attention of a dominant man.

When her friend Elisa finally convinces her to go on a blind date, she meets Eric Calloway and, despite the promises she’s made to herself, she can’t ignore the desire he brings to the surface. The ultimate stereotype of tall, dark and handsome, Eric is also the perfect balance of dominant and understanding. She reluctantly gives in to his advances, and they start slow, with Eric letting her set the boundaries. He is determined to help her embrace who she really is. Deep down.

When her dangerous ex realizes he has no power over her any more, that she has finally moved on he is not happy. To what lengths will he go to reassert his hold over her?

To heal, Penny must first learn to trust again, but it won’t be easy. Can Eric’s patience hold while Penny finds her way back to her true self?

EXCERPTS

EXCERPT ONE

“So. How did you realize you enjoy turning women over your knee and paddling their backsides?” she asked.

If Eric was taken aback by the question, he did a good job of hiding it. “I think it was something I always knew. I’ve had an itchy palm since I decided I wanted to get my hands on Susie Palmer in sixth grade,” he grinned. “I didn’t really do much about it until high school, when the same Susie Palmer placed herself over my lap in the back of my pickup truck when we were sixteen. And you?”

Penny shrugged. “The usual. Watching Ricky turn Lucy over his knee while watching late night reruns set me off, even before I really knew what it meant. I experimented some in high school and then a lot in college. I’d like you to spank me tonight,” she added, taking a casual sip of her wine.

EXCERPT TWO

It was nearly an hour before Eric returned. He felt guilty for walking out on her, but he also knew he’d been on the verge of bending her over the sofa and paddling her raw. Which he would never do without her consent, so the best option for everyone had been for him to take some time to cool off. The logic of it didn’t make him feel less horrible about it, though.

Steeling himself for another confrontation, Eric opened the door to the apartment, but Penny was nowhere to be seen. Frowning, he closed the door and called out for her.

“I’m in the bedroom. Could you come here, please?” she answered from the back of the apartment.

When he walked into the bedroom, the sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks. Penny was facing the only empty corner in her room, wearing a short t-shirt with her panties pulled down to her knees. The intent was clear: punish me.

EXCERPT THREE

Several long, tortuous minutes later, she had her answer. By the time he returned his attentions to her backside, she was trembling with need. The light sting of the crop against her bottom nearly made her knees buckle. Yes, more, yes, she begged silently. Again, with just the tip, he swatted her. She caught herself just before she moaned. Then again. And again. He continued, switching between swatting her with the crop and running it over her body, until she thought she would explode. Then, finally, “I want you naked. Keep the shoes. Then get back in position.”

She rushed to obey, trembling with need. Then she stood, naked and blindfolded.

“Remember, don’t move or make a noise.” Now his voice seemed to come from in front of her. What was he—Oh. He dipped a finger inside her, drawing out her arousal to circle her clit. He teased the sensitive bud, keeping her just at the edge but not pushing her over. Then he pressed and her world exploded. She screamed when she came, pleasure unlike anything she’d felt before erupting inside of her. When she finally came back to earth, she realized that she’d broken both of his rules as she was gripping his shoulders tightly. She trembled slightly, wondering how he was going to punish her disobedience.
JUST WHO IS STELLA?

Nestled somewhere in the Southeastern United a States you can usually find Stella curled up on her couch with her tablet, a blanket (because even during a southern summer, she’s freezing) and a glass of wine. If she isn’t writing or tweaking her newest work, she’s glued to a book. Romance, suspense, thrillers, Stella loves a little bit of everything.

Other than reading, she spends her time listening to her husband play his guitar and throwing spontaneous dance parties with her two teenage daughters in the living room. When she can convince everyone else to venture outside, she loves hiking and swimming. Her husband is fairly certain she’s secretly a mermaid, as she’d live in the water if she could.

Stella has been writing spanking fiction off and on for years, but she’s just recently taken the plunge into writing full on novels. She is from the school of “write what you know”, and her husband is always willing (sometimes too willing!) to assist with any research she needs.

WHERE TO FIND HER

 stellamoore@gmail.com 

On Facebook at facebook.com/author.stellamoore

Twitter @authorstellam!

Thank you so much for being here! The book sounds fabulous!

Kisses…

Piper

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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/

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.

Kisses…

Piper

HONOR AND OBEY SYNOPSIS – COMING AUGUST 30th

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?

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…

Kisses…

Piper