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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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

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/

My Special Guest – Sandra Havro

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

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

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

SANDRA HAVRO – EDITOR FOR BLUSHING BOOKS PUBLICATIONS

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

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

What do you love best and worst?

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

What is your editing schedule like?

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

Do you have a favorite location to edit?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What are your favorite kinds of books to read?

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

Who are your favorite authors?

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

Now, some juicy questions…

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

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

Why do you love the larger breed dogs?

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

What other kinds of furry creatures do you love?

Horses, I adore them.

What hobbies or other activities do you enjoy?

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

How does your family feel about your editing career?

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

The ocean or the mountains?

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

Chocolate or Twizzlers – why or why not?

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

Wine or Margaritas?

Whiskey lol

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

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

What’s your concept of the perfect vacation?

A nice long cruise

What are two items on your bucket list?

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

Leather or lace?

Lace

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

I started getting tattoos after the age of 40

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

Kisses…

Piper

So What’s With All This Spanking?

Crack!

Mmm… The feel of leather as it strikes your naked skin. The anticipation beforehand, knowing you’re going to receive a hard spanking for some infraction. The way in which he looks at you before he pats his lap or tells you to crawl across the pillows, the ones strategically positioned to place your buttocks front and center.

Whoosh! Crack!

The intensity of your emotions, so raw and fresh, as they rush to the surface. You Spanking womanknow you’ve been a very bad girl and deserve your punishment. When he tells you there’s going to be thirty more you cringe, your pussy clenching. Yet you’re wet and hot, every part of your body trembling.

Pop! Slap!

The sensations rocketing through you as you try not to cry, but tears trickle past your lashes. The longing to be told you’re a good girl and he’s proud of you, even though his voice drips of disappointment.

Crack! Smack!

The moment he tells you your spanking is done, your infraction abolished and you suck in your breath as the tears continue to call. The feel of his hand rubbing you gently then pulling you into his strong arms, telling you he is indeed very proud of you. The love in your heart as you cling to him, the man who knows you best, the one you’ll always honor and obey.

Does the make believe moment give you tingles? Didn’t you see yourself there just for a second or two, your heart thumping, your breath short? I know you did because in truth, all women need to be refocused from time to time and there’s no better way than an intense spanking doled out by someone who knows you best.

How many blogs have I written about spanking and still, the subject never grows old, either for me or my readers. I chuckle at times given the rather torrid conversations about this very subject I’ve had with fellow authors. Readers gravitate toward spanking stories. They hunger to imagine the crack of a belt, the whoosh of a paddle. Hey, what better way to get a girl’s attention?

I couldn’t resist the title. Of course, I have a new book release coming out next week and you bet, spanking has a place smack in the middle. Everyone seems to be very interested in either reading about, talking about or receiving a spanking. Spanking books fly off the shelves so someone is interested in the either receiving or giving one. For couples, a little bedroom spanking certainly has been a topic of agenda at some point. What I’ve found fascinating lately is talking with men, some of which are well over fifty, who suddenly have a fascination for all things spanking and submission.

When some men read my blog or my books, I really don’t think they have any idea how to respond or what questions to ask. What I can tell you – from my point of view – is that they’re hungering to try something, anything different than what they’ve experienced pretty much the last twenty or so years. Men who looked at me initially like I was nuts suddenly have the need to spank me. Why? That may be a bit too complex to answer or there may be a very simple explanation. I had lunch with a friend and he and I got onto the subject of the kind of woman who intimidated men. Yes, he said flat out I fall into that category because of my height, the way I dress, the rather assertive – borderline aggressive personality. His words were, “most men have balls the size of peanuts” and his “clanged together”. Now, his comments were said half tongue in cheek. He’s not the kind of guy to be intimidated by a bear or gator, so a little ole filly isn’t a challenge – or so he thinks. Snicker…

He winked, leaned over the table and told me flat out that he was worth a shot in my book. (no pun intended). I adored his candor and one day, there will be his character in a book. After a deep chuckle he said something to the effect of that if a man put me over his knee and whooped my ass until it was on fire, he was a keeper. After giving him ‘that’ look, I had to think about his words Pretty much every woman wants to be taken by a man. Don’t fight me on this, ladies. You know you do. That’s where all the heroes in the romance novels come from and why they all look and act the same. They even drink the same damn liquor for God’s sake. They are men of wealth and exude power and domination in all things they do. Spanking a woman? That’s just after coffee in the morning. Wait until dinner time. The ones we vie for, hoping they’re get the girl in the end against all those stubborn odds, is the gentle, intelligent and commanding dominant force. He will take her but she’ll always be safe by his side. I know, you’re panting right now. Aren’t you?

While I’m not suggesting that spanking relationships are the wave of the future, they are making a comeback. In doing research, I’ve talked to many domestic discipline couples who were completely candid. Their relationships improved when they His Judgement 500x755entered the lifestyle. Still, every relationship takes work, commitment, love and trust so nothing is easy. But… A spanking can take the edge off so to speak.

That’s why many authors write spanking books, to provide delicious information and vivid images. Have you considered? Close your eyes and imagine.

Crack!

Have a sizzling day!

Piper

Don’t forget His Judgment is releasing from Blushing Books on August 1st!

a taste of… His Judgment

I think we all have a fascination of the law. I’m saddened by the ugly stories of cops being shot. Policemen and women should be our heroes – at least the majority of them. Just like with any breed, color, size, shape or gender – there are good people and bad people. Sadly, we concentrate on the bad, yet we celebrate the notoriety politicians and celebrities seem to mandate JUST because they think they’re all that and a bag of chips. We all have something to hide. Every. Single. One. Of. Us.His Judgement 500x755

Don’t lie. you know you do.

Sometimes good people are caught up in the political arena. They fight for what’s right as well as try to live their life as they wish. Often, they’re unable because we love to pry. We crave seeing the worst in people. Sometimes there are legitimate reasons for poking at the candidate, actor, judge, etc. Sometimes those reasons are contrived. His Judgment is just this kind of story. Two people do indeed have something to hide, but not what many believe to be so horrible. Sometimes they are simply trying to find another to care about them. Hmmm…  Coming on August 1st from Blushing Books.

HIS JUDGMENT

Buried inside all of us are dark desires, some we refuse to acknowledge. But we crave…

I hunger for a powerful man, one strong enough to tame the woman inside. For highly respected attorney, Joelle Parker, the words had unleashed a hunger she could no longer control. Her days are filled with prosecuting monsters, vile men and women content on vanquishing the sanctity of innocent lives. Her nights are something else entirely. Fantasies of finding a dominating man, one who could yank away the tight confines of her conservative life, finally filter into her waking hours. Tasked with prosecuting a brutal and very political murder case, her needs are placed on hold—until a chance meeting changes everything.

Randolph ‘Craze’ Mitchell is a loner, preferring long rides on his Harley to human companionship. A man of the law, he has a difficult decision to make; whether or not to run for a seat in the State Senate. Every aspect of his life is well planned, organized and exactly what he doesn’t want. His dark desires, sexual needs encompassing kink and domination, are kept locked away. No woman can withstand his requirements. No one knows the real man or the secrets he holds. Painting is his only solace, he’s come to terms with remaining very much alone—until a vivacious woman crosses his path, daring to push aside his tightly woven shield of armor.

The two enter into a passionate and intense journey, the question of consent never far from the surface. Both crave what the other offers, as well as concern about discovery, but they can’t stay away. Every act shared pushes their respective boundaries, fulfilling their carnal needs, until reality thrusts them into the light of day—a blackmailer has surfaced. Craze is faced with a horrific choice, one that could end both of their careers. Can he use his best judgment or will he succumb to his personal demons?

Can Joelle and Craze trust each other enough to explore their needs together? Their chemistry is off the chain, is it real or just a chance encounter? Can they join together to protect each other from public scrutiny?

EXCERPT

“Murderer!”

“Kill the bastard!”

“He should fry in hell for what he did!”

“He’s an innocent man!”

The screams and chanting from both sides came fast and furious. Joelle Parker took the courthouse steps two at a time, avoiding the bank of reporters, family, friends and co-workers of both the accused murderer and his victims. The mob was growing in number, the case an ugly reminder of the increasing horrific crimes in Baltimore. They were all judging her on her performance or lack thereof. Even her boss had threatened to take over, stating she wasn’t qualified to handle such a high priority black and white Domcase. To hell with all of them. She was damn good.

When she was safely inside, she breathed out and wiped a single bead of sweat from her forehead. She refused to be on the news, fader for some buxom blonde who would use the fifteen minutes of fame to parlay a career on National television. Not her style.

She hurried through the checkpoints and entered the courtroom, her head held high. She was early and few people were inside. Sliding into the seat, she almost laughed as her skirt rode up her thighs from friction, exposing the tops of her thigh-highs.

She fingered the thin lace and bit her lower lip. What if everyone in the courtroom knew she was wearing a silk thong and stockings? Closing her eyes, she allowed her mind to wander to the events of the night before. The BDSM club was new in town, considered hot and very exclusive. The invitation had been a scintillating surprise, a gift from one of her previous clients. She’d tossed the gilded envelope in a drawer, rejecting the offer for almost two weeks.

Joelle was the good girl, the one who had made straight ‘A’s’ in high school and all through college and law school. She was the best friend, tutor, mentor and big sister. She was the one who followed every rule. Everyone thought of her as the girl next door, who never, ever had kinky thoughts. She’d stymied the vixen most of her life. Only two years before had she succumbed to her burning desires, frequenting several clubs in the seediest part of downtown Baltimore.

Experimentation had turned into dark cravings until the nights became days and she’d made a choice – her career or BDSM. The need for money, clothes, an expensive car and a condominium won out in the end. A girl had to eat. What a shame.

No one had any idea about the woman inside. The search for the perfect man had gone nowhere. What man could handle such complexity? She licked her ruby stained lips as she thought about the last date she’d been on. How long had it been? Oh yes, almost three years. No man held the muster, a perfect specimen of masculinity and dominance.

When the invitation had arrived, she knew she’d received a sign. However, accepting the sign had taken courage. The memory held mixed feelings. She’d gulped down a full glass of wine, held her breath and ripped open the envelope with flair. What she couldn’t understand is how had her client, a woman who fashioned herself a Domme, see through her thick layers of bullshit to the girl locked inside a cage? On that very night and after two additional glasses of wine, she’d accepted the invite, happy as could be. After second guessing herself, she’d cowered in front of the television watching a documentary on The History Channel. Yeah, she had balls of mush.

The night at the club had been cathartic. Freeing. She couldn’t wait to return, even considering paying the one thousand dollar joining free. She could afford a little luxury. She could even learn to be more careful in her methods of playtime, remaining in the shadows.

Why the hell did she care? What occurred in her private life was nobody else’s business. She was an adult, a very hungry adult and allowed to play. Then again, no one, not even her best friend knew about her penchant for pain, her desire to submit to a dominant man.

Meticulously she laid out her things, preferring an iPad to traditional pen and paper. This case wasn’t going to be easy, but she was prepared, well almost. The night before had been delicious, the event going well into the night. She snickered as she envisioned the neon lights, the pulsing music and the elongated bar. The dark and foreboding club was designed for anonymity as well as security. Anyone could be exactly who they desired to be.

She checked her watch – ten minutes to spare. After court she was going to dinner with friends, then back to the club. Whether or not she’d decide to join depended on the events of the night. A bit of show and tell was in order, complete with aspects of flogging. She tingled at the thought. Perhaps she’d run into Marco again. The stud muffin had shown her the ropes, literally. She giggled and eased her hand into her shirt, fingering the top of her push-up bra, remembering the delicious details.

“Welcome to Club Noir,” the man whispered, his face hidden behind a mask. “I’m Marco, very much at your service.”

Joelle eyed the tall drink of water and nodded. “Thank you. I’m Jewel.” She certainly wasn’t going to give him her real name.

“Jewel. A beautiful gem to be kept precious. I’m honored. I know that you’re new to our club. If you’d like, I’d be happy to show you around.”

As he held out his arm, she inhaled. His exotic scent was unrecognizable, the fragrance intoxicating just like the man. Tall and broad shouldered, his muscles were carved, his body long and lean. “I’d enjoy that.” Accepting his gesture, she clung to him as he walked her through the crowded space.

“Club Noir specializes in all aspects of BDSM. We cater to our customers, indulging them in their greatest fantasy. Tell me, sweet Jewel, do you have a particular desire, a bold hunger for aspects of kink?”

A Dom’s Control

I’m often asked why I write spanking, D/s and DD books. I can tell you that given the popularity, there is quite a bit of interest. I thought you’d like to read about the concept of a Dom’s control. Research is the key and the best way to do that is talking with someone who practices one of the lifestyles.

After several recent and very intense conversations about the sadism within a D/s relationship, I’ve reflected on something JP said. He’s an old friend and great man, exploring the lifestyle while trying to maintain his vanilla life. He always talks about his concern whether he is Domly enough. I have a new twitter follower, a Master, who seems to believe that being a gentlemanly Dom is the truest form of embracing the concept. One of his tweets, and I think originating from his submissive, was the if a Dom doesn’t allow his submissive to tease or to seduce him at times, then the man doesn’t understand being a true Dom. I’ve learned many aspects of the lifestyle from talking to others, which allows me to write stories with a more knowledgeable mind.

Sharing and talking, laughing about the stupidity of people, drinking, opening upwoman in blue ribbon about fears, listening to music – these are the basic elements within every couple. Why would they be any different within a D/s relationship? Why should a man hunger any less to be desired, which is exactly what happens when any women flirts, teases and leads her man down a sensuous path. This is all about the fact she desires him, and as she moves through her various phases of seduction, she’s showing him in no uncertain terms she’s famished. In need.

While I don’t practice the lifestyle, I have asked myself basic questions. If I were in a D/s relationship, how would I react? Do you think I’m any different? Well, of course not. I would readily accept, embrace and love the submissive role; however, I would want to make certain he knew he was wanted as a man. Some aspects of letting him know are all about being sexy. From Victoria’s Secret so I can match my undies to a flaming red or vibrant “stripper” fuchsia pink dress, to massages and washing his back, candles and his favorite cigar – these are all methods of seduction. They also reiterate the desire, love and devotion. Remember, Dom’s are men first, manly always. And girls, we know men need affirmation more than they care to admit.

When men feel wanted and loved, they are much more self-assured and for Dom’s, I believe they are much more likely to enjoy fully their role as Dom. They love and crave the power, the feeling of being dominant over another, while still being seen as a sexy beast. Within every D/s relationship, both the Dom and the submissive grow both independently as well as together as a couple. The Dom accepts more control, the submissive letting more go. The power exchange morphs, the two roles becoming easier to identify. My experience is that when you add in discipline, punishment and aspects of playtime, some Dom’s begin to see their level and longing for control in a different manner. Why? Garnering a taste of how amazing euphoria can be on both sides, can push the emotional state to another plane altogether.

JP always experienced a “high” after using the belt or the quirt. In talking with other submissives, they describe the experience as being magical. I realize this is somewhat difficult to explain to those who’ve never gone down this road, but pain and pleasure are a fine line. This is similar to love and hate. Whether you want to use the expressions you’ve most likely heard before – reaching subspace, or the release of endorphins, that’s what occurs. The tingling effect is left for days in our case. Raw emotions are dazzling. When you go to this incredible plateau, it’s reasonable to think both the Dom and the sub might want more.

When does this “high” move from playtime and discipline to something more extreme? When does the Dom’s need for control become compromised? These are good questions and should be addressed.

With anyone accepting the dominating role within a relationship, they have various responsibilities. They are bound by respect and a code of honor, as well as their devotion, to keep their submissive safe from harm, whether from others or within the realm of their personal training. There were very important words told to me by another Master a couple of years ago. “I will hurt you. I will not harm you.” Those words couldn’t be a truer statement if certain aspects of sadistic acts become important to the Dom. JP always called this his dark side.

His gentlemanly ways were there from day one. He’s a kind, gentle soul with a dominating force that he was never allowed to experience until recently. When you’re given the acceptance to free your soul, share the deep-seeded hungers you’ve been terrified to express your entire life, you’ll experience true freedom. This is also where the two sides mesh together so well. Deep love enables you to delve into fears and needs, desires about the darker side of kink. I think without complete love, respect and trust, no two people could be so honest to admit sadistic or masochistic needs. Why would you consider?

silver handcuffsSo many people balk, laugh at or shun with prejudice anything they don’t understand or fear. People love to admonish others, their tastes and choices. No one in their right mind would open up about something so intimate, yet a trait many see as abusive. The conversations with JP? Enlightening. Amazing. Terrifying. Powerful. Life changing. His honestly allowed me to see needs within myself. His sadistic desires aren’t extreme, merely pushing past comfort levels, tasting something completely different. Do I think his tendencies can grow, his needs increase? Of course. If you find something you enjoy, you’re going to want more. Control is vital.

I’m not just talking about controlling the amount of pain inflicted, the number of whip strikes. I’m also talking about bridging what are now three aspects of a life together. There’s the vanilla side every D/s couple will share to a degree. There’s the D/s portion involving guidance, training, following various basic rules such as how to greet the Dom, or behavioral controls. Then there’s the more sadistic side of playtime. Does this mean every aspect of his guidance within his dominating role will have a sadistic flavor?

That’s a very daunting question. I think this is what I’ve been reflecting on. He mentioned that he’s changed and his partner changed as well. Again, his frank conversations allowed me to look inside myself. Could I do this? Maybe. Perhaps writing about D/s relationships means I have a bit of submissive needs buried inside. Embracing my submissive tendencies opened my eyes to so many things, helping mold a well-rounded person.

However, I am still the ballsy, willful and very take-life-by-the-balls kind of chick, plus I’m very passionate and romantic in all those girly ways. I love candles and romantic dinners. I love sitting by a fire, reading to each other. I adore taking a shower together and giving long massages. I would want this side as well, wouldn’t you? I would also want to know my rules clearly and have a gentle Dom who administers them, knowing I’d fuck up every once in a while. While punishment is supposed to hurt, I believe everyone needs to feel safe in his measured control. Trust is vital. In other words, I would need the complete package – a passionate and thoughtful Dom who respects all sides of me so his nurturing and guidance is effective as well as controlled. Does this kind of man exist in real life? I honestly believe his does.

What do you think? Can the three sides co-exist within a D/s relationship?

I hope you enjoyed.

Kisses, spanks and happy reading

Piper

 

A Taste for Red – Hero Undercover

I’m very proud to be involved with a compilation coming from Blushing Books. Hero Undercover has 25 amazing stories from talented authors, including me. When I was putting together my piece, I’d seen a story about a mastermind behind wine fraud. Since this girl adores red wine, a story was born. Take a taste… Coming officially on June 27th, but you can pre-order now!

SYNOPSIS

Private Investigator Shanna Jacobs has no issue chasing scumbag criminals down on her Harley. Blackmailed into working with the local police department, the case involving wine fraud utilizes one of her many talents. However, going undercover correct hero undercover coveralongside a sexy cowboy cop may destroy her mask of steel. Detective Cody Walker is estranged from his ranch in Montana, taking the only job offered after his involvement in a horrific incident. Working alongside, Shanna and Cody realize the case isn’t what it seems. As they delve into the clues, sparks fly, but both refuse to accept their growing need. Can he save the woman he’s fallen in love with before it’s too late?

EXCERPT

“All right asshole. Let’s see what you have.” Shanna Jacobs shoved the Glock in the pocket of her jacket, threw her leg over the Harley and buckled her helmet. She kicked the stand into the up position and revved the engine. Mr. Jerkoff thought he could get away. Well, he had another thing coming. She eased the bike out from the alley and waited, watching as he slid into the corvette. He had no idea she was on his tail. The elusive Stoker Wilde, the perp she’d been following for a solid week, didn’t have his entourage with him. Mistake. Bad mistake.

Chuckling, she idled as he started the engine, then she rolled out to the curb. No matter where he went, she would follow.

He roared out of the parking lot, flooring the engine within seconds. She hunkered down and followed closely behind, weaving her way through the darkened city streets. How many nights had she staked out the man who her client believed was responsible for at least two deaths? How many times had he alluded her? Too many. Not tonight. She’d learned all about his weaknesses for wine and women. On this sizzling summer evening, she’d take him down singlehandedly.

Stoker picked up speed, running several red lights as he made his way out of the city. She knew his destination, had learned everything about a man believing himself to be the King. As wind whipped through her hair, she lowered her body toward the handlebars. She had one last chance to catch Stoker in illegal activities before her client walked, securing another investigator. That shit wasn’t going to happen on her watch. She was the best at what she did.

Accelerating out of the city limits he picked up speed, racing past the last of the titty bars and massage parlors, his bread and butter in criminal activity. All she had to do to complete the lucrative assignment was confirm his relationship with the most powerful man in the city. Pictures were worth a thousand words and in her case, ten thousand dollars, money she desperately needed. The prize was worth the danger.

Shanna was careful, remaining behind two cars and a van. After losing him for a few seconds, she craned her neck as he made a sharp turn. No way you’re getting away from me. Ten seconds later she made the same turn and gasped. Flashing blue lights blinded her and she skidded, the bike shifting in a perpendicular manner. She noticed the Bronco crisscrossing the road just seconds before she slammed on her breaks. Where the hell did Stoker go? “Fuck!”

Wham!

man on harleyStars floated in front of her eyes as she rolled across the pavement. She was cognizant enough to hear her beloved Harley crash into an immovable object, the crunch matching her high-pitched scream. The mother fucker had figured out he was being tailed. Then what were the blue lights about? She landed with a hard thud. Every muscle ached like a son of a bitch. There was no way she could pass out. She’d never be seen again. Struggling to move, she managed to turn over, and dug her fingers into the dirt as she opened her eyes. She could vaguely make out a set of cowboy boots and long legs closing the distance.

“Well, well. What do we have here?”

The flashlight beam cut her vision to scattered streams of light. Shanna groaned as she pushed up from the ground. Woozy, she blinked, trying to focus and as unable to see any details of his face. “What in the hell are you doing?”

“I should ask you the same question. You’re lucky to be alive.”

The voice, the husky and sensuous tone was melodic, alluring. She panted as she struggled to figure out what the hell was going on. There was no way she could have lost Stoker. No way. She was a damn good tail. “Who are you?”

The man with the sexy voice crouched down, moving the flashlight out of her eyes. “I think the real question is who are you?”

Mr. Sexy Voice had a chiseled face, hair down to his shoulders and the cutest set of dimples she’d ever seen. She also knew instinctively he was a cop. “You almost killed me.”

“But I didn’t. Your bike might need some adjustments though.”

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