My Special Guest – Dakota Black

I have another guest on my blog. Well, for many of you – you know that this is another one of my pseudos. I write in several genres including romantic suspense, thrillers – in which I love killing people in creative methods, spanking and forms of Domination and submission. Sometimes readers only identify with one type of book. A product of the times. Hence the second name. Texas Oil is a product of my adoration for very strong and gritty careers, hence men and women who don’t mind getting dirt under their fingernails.

Texas Oil is about an oil production company and the men involved, from the CEO (who has a dark past) to the roughnecks in the field. They are all full of passion, drive and each man carries a terrible secret. Their stories are sometimes brutal, always dominating and Shadow of Doubt_500x755you bet sexy. At least I think so. Book one begins the story. Three men run Rush Enterprises but there are others involved in their lives that provide the juice, the verve keeping them on their toes. Releasing tomorrow from Blushing Books.

TEXAS OIL – A SHADOW OF DOUBT

EXCERPT

“I beg your pardon? Who are you again?” Dani narrowed her eyes and studied the man standing in front of her desk. The unknown employee had barged into her office, saying in no uncertain terms she was leaving on a plane in thirty minutes. This had to be a joke.

“Camden Dane, the Vice President of this rather oversized boy’s club.” His eyes flashing, he held out his hand. “I see you got the dog office. We’ll have to do something about that.”

She kept her stance as she shook his hand. The man was unassuming, sexy in a soft sell kind of way. Dancing lavender eyes, tall with long legs, and a firm handshake suited the obvious cowboy. Vice President. She would have assumed a more studious appearance then faded blue jeans and a white, collarless shirt. “Interesting analogy and the office is just dandy.”

“I’m never wrong,” Camden stated as he looked around her office. “Sparse. We need to do something about that. At least we can certainly find some art around here somewhere.”

“Thanks, but I can take care of my own art. I have very peculiar styles.” She folded her arms. “I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch what you were saying to me earlier.”

“I apologize. I shouldn’t have been so abrupt but time is of the essence, Ms. Montgomery.” Camden closed the door.

“Call me Dani, please. Time. Okay. What do you need me to do?”

He moved closer to her desk. “Your expertise is sorely needed for a situation that has arisen in some newly purchased oil fields just outside of El Paso. We need you to visit the site, check through the tests and determine if there is any truth and if so, what can be done to repair the problem.”

Everything was vague, his words clipped. “Mr. Dane, I may have studied oil and its various components, but I’m not certain I’m the best person for this job given I’ve never seen an oil field.”

“You won’t be alone, I assure you.”

“You must have an entire department of engineers that are much more familiar with this type of problem.” Dani could tell he was holding back information.

Camden kept his smile as he inched even closer. “May I be frank with you?”

“Please do.”

“These particular fields were purchased recently, leveraged with our investors based on the multitude of tests taken prior to the purchase. They are supposed to be some of the top producing fields in the state. That would place Rush Enterprises on top, crushing our competition. If—”

“If you were sold a false bill of goods, the entire company could lose millions, let alone be fresh bait for your competition?” Dani asked, interrupting.

Camden’s eyes glimmered. “Hiring you was an excellent decision. I can tell you understand the dire situation. I’ve called a driver to take you to the private airstrip, which isn’t far from here. From there you’ll catch a plane and you can purchase whatever you need on the company card while you’re there.”

“Wait,” Dani said as she walked around the desk. “How long am I going to be there?”

“Just overnight but there’s no time to pack anything so we’re happy to accommodate.”

If she had to admit the truth, she was excited about the possibilities. First day on the job and she’s called on to see if she can help with an issue? “What exactly is wrong with the oil?”

cowboy with lasso“You’ll be given the remaining details once you’re on the plane.”

“In other words, this is top secret.”

Camden nodded. “Yep. You’re good. The car will be here in five minutes.” He turned and headed for her door.

“Hold on. Who am I going with?”

As he opened her door, he gave her a sideways glance. “Just another engineer, but he’s well versed in the work. You’ll learn a lot.”

“Okay. Thanks.” Dani jumped when the door was closed and she wasn’t entirely certain why. She wrung her hands and walked toward the floor to ceiling window. This could actually make or break her career. El Paso? That was hours away. So, the company owned their own plane. She bit her lower lip to keep from squealing with glee. This was amazing.

She grabbed her purse and was standing in wait until Mrs. Fletcher whisked into her office to let her know the car had arrived. Dani practically floated on her way to the elevator, whistling as she walked outside.

“Ms. Montgomery? My name is Mark. I’m here to take you to the airport. Just make yourself comfortable. We’ll be there in less than ten minutes.”

The young man was well dressed, pleasant and was cute to boot. What could be better? She settled in the small limo, stifling a giggle when she was alone. Wouldn’t this be a fantastic story over a round of margaritas?

Given she had no idea where she was going, she enjoyed the ride, taking in the scenery. The ride was smooth and took just a few minutes. When she stepped outside, she wasn’t certain what she’d expected to see. The airport was small by New York or DC standards, but the bustling scene was far removed from private. She was escorted to a small building.

“There you go,” Mark said as he gave her a respectful nod. “Enjoy the trip.”

“Thank you, Mark.” She watched him drive away before going inside. The space was modern and bright, windows encompassing three quarters of the area. There was a ticket counter as well as a cozy seating area. Clutching her purse, she walked toward the counter.

The woman behind the desk immediately smiled. “You must be Danielle Montgomery.”

“Yes.” This was impressive.

“We’ve been expecting you. The plane is just finishing fueling so you should leave close to expected time.”

“Which is?” Dani glanced out the window at the plane. “Shit.” What had she anticipated? A beat up DC9? The sleek jet was black with red lettering, the writing indicating the owner. Rush Enterprises. She suddenly felt very insignificant.

“Twelve minutes. You can wait right over there. The pilot will let me know when you can board.”

Dani nodded, thanked the girl and did everything she could not to hurl. Retching on the marble floor would be bad manners indeed. She held her breath as she walked to the window, palming the glass. This had to be a fairytale or at minimum a fantasy gone wild. They’d hired the wrong person. She wasn’t this good of an engineer. Not by a long shot.

Shivering, she issued a single moan. How was she going to be able to pull this off?

“Afraid of flying?”

His voice, husky and sensual, permeated her mind, cutting through her conundrum of fears. With a shift of her eyes she could see the reflection of his face, still shadowed by the glistening sun. However, she knew who was standing behind her, a man she desired more than anyone she had before. “I’m not afraid of anything.”

Mitchell flanked her side, keeping his eyes pinned on the runway. “That’s good to hear, very good in fact.”

“And why is that?” As a few seconds ticked into minutes, she resisted wiping a bead of perspiration from her forehead. No way in hell was her boss, and the man she’d fondled on the dance floor, going to see her sweat.

Leaning against the window, he turned toward her, the look on his face commanding. “Because one day, you’re going to be mine.”

SYNOPSIS

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

Few men can tolerate my power… My influence

Exacting revenge

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. They also have secrets…

I hope you enjoyed…

Purr baby…

Piper

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A Dominant Man

Up early this morning, cleaning and keeping the dogs from climbing all over me. Ah, the life of an author. When the Golden Retrievers want to be lap dogs, at the same time – well…  I’m writing the second in my upcoming Fire Devil series. This one is all about dominant men – in and out of the bedroom. They’re smokejumpers. Smokejumpers are elite men and women who are hand selected for one of the most dangerous jobs around. They often jump from perfectly good planes in remote locations in an effort to reduce or put out raging fires altogether. Now, you can b and w elequent loveimagine men in this career are particularly dominating.

I adore my guys in the series. They’re strong, rugged, very masculine and you bet – dominating. They have to be. There’s no time for second guessing or questioning their abilities. They, or a member of their team, could die. I admit, I was thinking this morning about all the reasons we adore dominating or alpha men. Let’s take a peek at some various reasons.

They’re physically strong, both in brawn and in their minds. They tend to take no shit and refuse to be second on anything. They eat competition for breakfast and find almost every aspect of their lives a challenge. They adore women, but want control. They are usually fit, taking pride in the fact they have honed their bodies and muscles, making certain they control their own desires. This takes as much mind control as anything else.

They’re sexy, passion exuding from every cell in their body. They can walk into a room and no matter who might be considered the center of attention, they steal the show without saying a word. From their eyes and the way they say what they’re thinking to how they fit in a tight pair of blue jeans, every man and women will take notice. Some might wear the most expensive suits, complete with jeweled cuff-links while others, true down to the earth working men, look sexy in nothing but flannel and cowboy boots. From a billionaire to a cowboy, they take our breath away. And the way they hunger? Off the charts. You know what I mean, ladies. They refuse to take no for an answer but by golly, they will make their woman the center of attention.

They’re dangerous in all elements. Some are what we consider daredevils, taking a chance or five every day. Whether fighting fires or protecting us in a war, skydiving or rock climbing, they go to every extreme for work and for pleasure. They may command a boardroom and every decision they make is exactly what they know smokejumperstheir company needs, while others in their group are fearful of the outcome. They don’t care. They will do what is necessary in every moment of their lives.

They are often loners, keeping dark secrets from everyone but perhaps their best friend or lover. Few can handle the way they live or their brazen attitudes, so they tend to remain aloof, listening and observing what’s around them. They will never indulge in frivolous conversation, growing bored, but they hear every word you’re saying. It’s important to remain on top and the only way to do this is to stay one step ahead of the competition. The dark secrets lurking in their souls bring out even more  passion or power. If discovered, this is the very key to unlocking the man hiding behind the mask.

They will dominate a woman. Period. When they set their sites on someone special, for whatever reason, the decision becomes vital to their everyday being. While they tend to gravitate toward strong women, they will be the lead, become the alpha. There is no choice. They prefer a woman to submit in every manner and in return, will give their heart and every scrap of love. While true alphas are never abusive, they have a way of usurping their authority in a single look, a touch of their index finger.

Are you shivering yet?

For women, why do we crave this kind of man? For me, I’m bold and brassy, strong and pushy and I also take command in life – but in love? I want a man who refuses to take shit, has patience to handle my missteps and sassy mouth. That’s the way of the majority of women who gravitate toward an alpha male. If truth be told, they long to be dominated. They want to submit, giving their man everything they have. Now, come on, you know you do. Don’t hide behind that false bravado. If a dominating man wanted you, made no bones about the fact he wanted to own you, what would you say or do? Would you run away or would you dream every night, longing for his touch, his kiss, his body?

I know your answer. That’s why so many women read about dominating men. This is exactly what they desire.

The best dominating men in fiction and in real life are also kind souls. They take care of their parents and friends, lost puppy dogs and those broken down on the side of the road. They fight for what’s right in all things and don’t mind sharing their beliefs, no matter the cost. They’d also very good at discipline. From employees to the love of their life, they protect and provide while making certain those closest stay in line.

Is this your kind of hero? Hmmm… I know it’s mine.

I’ll have excerpts of the first in the series – Three Rivers Run Deep soon. There will be a prequel – Standing at the River’s Edge just before the release in early November. I think you’ll love my alpha men. They’re rugged, intelligent, dangerous, dominating and full of passion. What’s not to love.

I hope I have you a little hot and bothered. Have a fabulous day.

Kisses…

Piper

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

Confessions of a Sinful Submissive

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hope you’ve enjoyed.

Kisses and spanks…

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

Piper

 

My Special Guest – Alyssa Bailey

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

ALYSSA BAILEY – KEEPING KELLI

SYNOPSIS

“The spice of life is a sassy wife.”

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

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

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

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

EXCERPTS

Excerpt 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lean over the table.”

“What?”

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

Sea… sea siór.”

“Yes, sir is very appropriate today.”

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

“You need maintenance I think.”

“What? No, I don’t.”

“Are you talking little girl?”

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

Excerpt 2

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

He snagged her hand. “What?”

She yanked her hand back.

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

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

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

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

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

Kelli cuddled and sniffled.

Thank you so much for being here! You can find Alyssa on Facebook, Twitter and just about everywhere. Here’s the purchase link – grab a copy!

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My Special Guest – Jamie Phillips

I have another fabulous guest on my blog today and another Blushing Books author. I absolutely love the title of this book. I can so imagine, especially given today is a rainy day, the kinds of sizzling events that might occur. She’s a very lovely lady and a new friend. Please give a warm welcome!

JAMIE PHILLIPS – MORE STORIES FOR RAINY DAYS

Life, love and loving punishment captured in nine more short stories to warm the heart and soul when warmth is in short supply

SYNOPSIS

In this second volume of rainy day stories, Jamie Phillips takes the reader on a Jamie Phillips More Stories for a Rainy Dayjourney through a rainier, slightly darker day. You will experience a bit of the supernatural as you get into the ‘head’ of an old house that knows sensual secrets spanning decades of its inhabitants. You’ll learn of the unexpected joy that may come from the simple act of clicking the wrong link in an email. If you’ve ever wondered exactly how close a connection identical twins can have, you may just find your answer in this volume of More Stories for Rainy Days. You will also be carried away to a deserted island, and take a journey that starts in the world of BDSM dungeons, ending in the light of happy domestic discipline.

EXCERPTS 

If Only Houses Could Talk

The house observed the new young woman standing so straight and tall in the corner. Why did they never learn? She seemed an intelligent girl, pretty too with her raven hair, green eyes and slim figure. Yet here she was, not a week after they’d moved in, standing, waiting, as all the previous naughty girls had. Some of the others you could understand, that young madam back in 1955 for instance. She led her parents a merry dance with her Beatnik boyfriends and their rock and roll parties. She spent half her young life in that corner and the other half over her Mum or Dad’s knee getting her backside walloped with a wooden spoon. How she howled! Remembering the sound of her cries, the house shivered, dislodging dust from the picture rail high up near the ceiling. But the brat never learned. Every Sunday morning before church, whack, whack, whack… and then she’d miss her curfew again the very next Saturday night. They were all just memories now, and the house had so many locked up inside its solid brick walls.

Teasing Twins

The outer door closed. Zoe looked over her shoulder at me silently begging to be released before her sister entered the room and found her displayed in the corner. I shook my head as Amy bounced into the room, eyes sparkling with excitement and mischief.

“Well?” I asked.

“W-e-ll,” she drawled. Zoe glared angrily at her.

“You’re supposed to have your nose in the corner,” I reminded her. “However, you can join us now and hear Amy’s findings in the experiment.”

When Zoe joined us, I said, “Carry on, Amy.”

“I’m tempted to lie,” she replied, bouncing with excitement, “but I can’t. It was awesome. Almost as good as the real thing but without the sting.”

“You have to tell us the time you felt the events, Amy,” I said. “This was a serious scientific experiment, not a voyeur’s night out.”

“Oh. I’ve forgotten,” she said, momentarily crushed.

“How could you forget? It was only in the last hour.”

“I looked at the time but then got caught up in it all. Now I can’t remember,” Amy replied anxiously. She could tell I wasn’t pleased.

“I asked you to do this for a good reason. We’d have real proof of the bond between twins – if you’d done as you were asked.”

“I’m sorry…”

“You will be. Now we must run the experiment again,” Zoe’s mouth dropped open until I continued, “only this time Zoe will note the time and you will provide the excitement.”

A Very Nineties Couple

Alex brushed her hair from her face and looked in the closet mirror. She was surprised how pretty the scene was. It felt clumsy and uncomfortable resting her weight on her hand on the floor with her body and legs jackknifed over his crossed legs but in the mirror, it looked sexy. Her tanned legs and buttocks made a nice contrast to her white sundress that draped itself in folds down her back. Even her golden hair, nuisance though it was, hung elegantly down to the floor exposing her slim neck seductively.

Another fiery swat seared her cheeks and Alex was too busy yelling and struggling to see more. When she wasn’t yelling, she was babbling, pleading, begging. Nothing stopped him till she finally burst into tears and lay still. He didn’t stop right away. He obviously wanted to be sure she was truly penitent.  But now that she was quiet, Alex felt new feelings. The fiery heat in her bottom was matched by an achy heat in her clitoris. Each slap brought her nearer to an orgasm.

Doggie-style had always been one of her favorite positions because the penetration seemed so much deeper and here, in the same sort of position, a swirling throbbing pain-pleasure in her hips was being regularly slapped into new life by his hand – or was it his stomach? What started as hell, now felt like heaven. With coitus interruptus when it stopped! But stop it did and Alex lay twitching and sobbing across his knee. After a while Jay helped her up and sent her to stand in the corner with her hands on her head and her skirt tucked up.

LEARN ABOUT JAMIE

As long as I can remember I’ve been interested in reading and spanking, particularly romantic spanking (I still think Mr. Knightley’s verbal spanking of Emma in Jane Austen’s book of the same name is the best there is anywhere). I’m showing my age when I say that in those long-ago days it was easy to have both interests met in a large number of regular books (and even movies). Eventually, my interest in reading became an interest in writing and that naturally led to writing spanking romances.

I’m married with two grown kids and live in central Canada when I’m not traveling, which I very often am. If I’m not reading or writing, I can usually be found outdoors with a camera looking to capture perfect images of landscapes and wildlife.

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Thank you so much for being here! Can’t wait to read your book.

Kisses…

Piper

Don’t forget, I have the awesome guests coming including Sheri Lynn, Paige Parsons and Vanessa Brooks!

 

My Special Guest – Juliette Banks

I feel so blessed to be working with such fabulous authors as well as the rest of the team at Blushing Books. They are truly fabulous and helpful in every way. I’m also lucky to have an incredible guest on my blog today. She has an upcoming release on August 16th. Please take a moment to read, enjoy and comment. Welcome!

JULIETTE BANKS – OUT OF THE DARKNESS

“I can’t keep traipsing three miles every time I want to spank that delectable little behind of yours.”

As a beautiful and famous model, she has the life many young girls dream of.

Yet the missing father; the predatory stepfather; the abusive lover; they all let her Out of the Darkness Juliette Banksdown, and damaged her judgement about the men she meets.

She thought she had met the man of her dreams, yet fate was cruel.

Until one day, at an airport, she meets the strong, yet kind, dominant man she had longed to meet.

Is he the man she has sought her whole life? Will he show her the way out of the darkness and into the loving, submissive relationship she has always craved?

“Oh I work hard, but I play hard, too. Do you play hard, Marianne?”


EXCERPT

He took off my dress and my bra, and I sat before him, head lowered, ready to submit. “Stand up. Place your hands flat on the cushion of the other chair, and spread your legs, and wait for me to attend to you.”
I did as instructed and heard William get up and walk away, either to his bedroom or bathroom. I trembled, partly with nerves and partly with sexual expectation. One minute passed, then two. I remembered what he had said about anticipation. This was my time to anticipate what lay ahead, and the sexual need within me doubled in strength. I needed what this man was about to give me. I needed him like I needed air to breathe and water to drink. I lifted my bottom just a little higher and waited to be taken to heaven.

William returned. He had changed into his black jogging pants and t-shirt. He placed something down on to the arm of the chair, but I daren’t look around. I remained absolutely still and silent. He bent over and kissed my back and ran his hand over my bottom.

“A man could go to war in defence of a body like yours, you know. You hold most men in the palm of your hand, even strict Doms such as me, and you have no idea of the power you have, do you? I don’t think I have ever met another beautiful woman who has less awareness of her beauty as you have.”

I didn’t reply. I don’t think he expected a reply. I’d heard this before, and perhaps he was right. From childhood I had never been told I was pretty and grew up with the idea that I was quite ordinary. Even after I was discovered by the modelling agency, and became one of the world’s top models, I never really believed that I was beautiful. I always thought my success was the result of a fluke, and that one day I out of the darkness banner juliette bankswould be found out and exposed as a fake. Perhaps the messages I’d heard over the years from men were at last starting to get through the barrier that I had erected around my fragile psyche.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp slap on my bottom by William’s hand. I snapped my attention back to the present. Then came another stroke. I breathed deep. I was back in the zone where I wanted to be. All I could think of was this powerful, masculine man standing behind me, raising his arm and bringing his hand sharply and crisply down, warming my flesh and lifting us both to the joyful place of sexual excitement and passion.

William gave me about twenty strokes with his hand, before stopping and reaching between my legs. He plunged two fingers into my sex. I gave a deep groan in response to the sudden intrusion. A sexual tremor went from my pussy to my brain, and back again. God, I wanted this man so badly.

“Yes, Marianne, you want me as much as I want you, don’t you?”
”I want you so badly. Please fuck me, Sir.”
He didn’t reply, but pushed me down on to the chair, so that I was kneeling on the cushion and leaning over the chair back. I felt his hard body press up behind me and he pulled down his jogging pants. He leaned over me and I could feel his breath against my neck. He took the lobe of my ear into his mouth and gently bit on it, before kissing it.

There was nothing I wanted more than to wake up every morning next to him, even if I was tied to the bedpost.

ABOUT JULIETTE

I write erotic romance as both Juliette Banks and Rachel de Vine, and love to write about sensual, romantic and erotic characters who lead interesting lives, and who often have to overcome challenges along the way. I prefer to write erotic romance, rather than straight erotica, because I am essentially a romantic person, but I also like to involve my characters in an exciting life of Dominance and submission at different levels.

I am British, love the rural life and live in a beautiful home in the middle of the rolling English countryside. I also like to travel around the world from time to time, and have visited some beautiful and exciting places on the way. I am forever grateful that I was born in a place and at a time to take advantage of the freedoms and pleasures that are still denied to many people of the world. We must never take such freedom for granted.

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Thank you so much for being here! The books sounds hot, Hot, HOT!

Kisses…

Piper