Shadow – Rescue Me

I’m very excited to have Shadow – Rescue Me releasing later today. This book is the second in the Rescue Me Series, but in truth can be a stand alone read. I love writing romantic suspense and this one will take you further into the lives and loves in Goochland, Virginia – a small town near Richmond and a place so many call horse country. Between the mighty James River threading through the entire countryside, the beautiful rolling hills of greenery and the small town feel, I believe you’re going to love a taste of paradise. However, there’s always a dark side, now isn’t there?

Just who is Shadow? A beautiful Newfoundland puppy rescued from the arms of a group of horrific men, but even dogs have secrets. I hope you enjoy a taste and will consider purchasing.

SYNOPSIS

When a horrific accident awakens Sienna Duncan in the middle of the night, the wretched event drags personal nightmares into the light. Then she’s in the wrong place at the right time, and saves an innocent puppy from a gunshot wound while the perpetrators race away. But she was seen…

Deputy Kane Logan, a transplant from Wyoming, is hopeful of finding salvation in a Shadow_bigsmall town in Virginia. He’s running from tragedies he can no longer tolerate while working on a horrific crime involving the local teenagers. A chance meeting with the stunning beauty awakens his soul and they begin a new and guarded relationship. But someone wants her dead…

As threats continue and Kane fights to save innocent lives from a powerful drug, Sienna is pulled into a game of cat and mouse. Until they’re both forced to face their personal demons. The truth will be told, but at what cost? Is someone from her past threatening her new life? Can she find safety in the arms of the man she loves? Will Kane find the strength to become her protector?

EXCERPT

Screech! Bam!

“No. No!” Fighting, she shoved hard, pushing against the entity preventing her from moving. “Fuck you!” Sienna Duncan roared. Blinking, she thrust her arms to the side and panted, shifting as the unknown being continued to press hard against her body.

“Come to me. Come on, baby. You can do it.” She rushed toward the shore, reaching out. Wading into the water, she shivered as the rain pelted her face. She blinked furiously, trying to see him in the roaring waves. She heard a whimper and moaned. “Where are you?”

Turning sharply, she dove into the waves, kicking out as she attempted to move forward. With each arm stroke, every move forward, she was shoved back. Gulping water, she coughed and continued to struggle, doing her best to keep her eyes on the only creature she loved more than life itself. She watched in horror as the little head bobbed up and down, in and out of the water until he no longer resurfaced.

She swam harder, her adrenaline kicking in. “Baby! No!”

“No!” Sienna panted as she jerked awake. Images lingered, a wretched vision of a forgotten time, a man she thought she cared about turning into a monster. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she gulped for air, coughing and choking as if drowning in a pool of blood. “No. Please God. No.” She rolled over, burying her face into her pillow, and closed her eyes. Sobbing, she beat her fist against the pillow as the memories lingered. They would never leave her, never allow her to find solace. She was alone and very much afraid. This was just a dream, a manifestation of so much pain and confusion.

Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar.

She remained in the same position until the agony passed, replaced with a dull ache, the same one she’d had for over two years. Now wide awake, she groaned. Why in the hell was she having the same dream? Tension. Worry. Extreme sadness. “Goddamn it.”

Breathing in and out, she kept her face buried in the pillow, listening and waiting. After a few seconds, she shifted and opened her eyes, glancing from right to left. A cool breeze wafted across, floating a scent of vanilla and cinnamon. Calming her nerves, she sat up, surveying the darkened room.

She was alone in her bed, in her house. There were no boogeymen waiting to drag her into Hell, at least one considered tangible. Only her nightmares could do that. She remained quiet, studying her surroundings, then shoved the covers away. Another damn dream. They were getting worse, each vision dragging her close to the end. She brushed the tears from her face and cursed under her breath. Pathetic. She was nothing but pathetic.

The wine. That’s why her dreams had been nightmares. Too much wine on an empty stomach. At this rate, she was never getting another good night’s sleep. A dull echo remained in her ears, an intense thudding sound. She’d been awakened for a reason. What had she heard?

Curious, she crawled out of bed and moved toward the window, peering out. The night was dark, moonless and in her mind, foreboding. Seeing nothing, she grabbed her robe and padded toward the kitchen, staring at the microwave clock. Two-thirty am. “Awesome,” she whispered and turned toward the refrigerator. A shimmering light drew her attention.

cowboy standing“What the hell?” Narrowing her eyes, she walked toward the picture window, palming the glass as she attempted to see past the murky haze. There was definitely a light coming from her front yard. A car? Who would come visit at this hour of the morning? Wait. Now she remembered the noise, the metallic sounds and solid slam.

Shoving her feet into her boots, she tentatively unlocked and opened the front door. Squinting, from where she stood, she could just make out a vehicle of some kind, but the angle to the headlights was all wrong. “Oh, no.” A terrible feeling sunk into the pit of her stomach. There’d been too many close calls with drivers almost missing the sharp turn, the road just inches from her driveway. But, this seemed too close. She turned on her porchlight and squinted. There was definitely a vehicle only thirty yards or so from the house, but far removed from the road. What the hell?

Apprehension crawling down her spine, she eased off her front porch, moving toward the light. As her eyes began to focus, she stared in horror at the catastrophe. Steam rolled out from under the crumpled hood of the smashed SUV. The front and passenger side of the vehicle had been sheared off by the massive oak tree. Glass and metal fragments covered the ground. Only the gleam of the one remaining headlight illuminated the horrific wreck.

Racing back inside, she rushed into the kitchen, grabbing the phone and dialing 9-1-1 while she yanked out first one then a second kitchen drawer. “Where the hell is the flashlight? Yes. I’d like to report an accident.”

She prattled off her address as she wrapped her hand around the cool cylinder. “Yes. Thank you. Please hurry.” After testing the light, she took long strides, breaking into a run when she was off the porch. A single flash told her everything she didn’t want to know. There were three occupants and zero air bags. No one could have survived this kind of crash.

Swallowing back bile, she advanced, shining the light inside. “No. God, no!” She stumbled back a few steps, moaning as she hunkered over. No, she had to find courage. What if someone was still alive? She inched closer, gripping the light and using the beam to scan the interior. Long blond hair was matted with blood covering the seat and headrest. The girl was wearing a seatbelt, but the force of the accident had pitched her forward.

Gulping air, Sienna was clearly able to see the damage done to the girl’s head and torso upon impact. She twisted to the side and dry heaved as the scent of blood and gore wafted across her nose. After a few seconds, she wiped her mouth and attempted to peer into the upper section. The boy in the passenger seat had vacant eyes, their last moment having seen sheer horror. Impaled by portions of the dash and what had to be the engine, she could only see down to his shoulders.

Sienna slapped her hand over her mouth and could take no more. Please let the police get here. Please. Shifting, she jerked back and stumbled, falling to the ground. The flashlight was pitched from her hand. She scrambled on her hands and knees in an attempt to grab it before she retched all over herself.

The second she wrapped her hand around the light, the steady beam flashed on yet another victim. This one had been thrown out the back window, tossed like a ragdoll. The light was pointed in the girl’s direction. Nothing would ever erase the vision from her mind. Nothing. Every part of her shaking, she managed to get to her feet and just as she was about to retreat to the safety of her house, she heard what sounded like a single moan.

Against her better judgment, she headed around to the front of the car, avoiding the broken glass and the damaged tree. A single flash inside allowed her to see that the driver was alive, his eyelids fluttering open and closed. The window was down and the young man had a massive gash on his forehead and cheek.

“Help… me…” he managed, his voice garbled. Coughing, he seemed to be trying to move. Her instinct kicking in, she inched closer. “Stay still. Don’t try and move. Help is on the way.” The smell of gasoline mixed with the disgusting copper stench of blood. She swung the light all around. Steam continued to ooze from the engine compartment. This wasn’t good. Not good at all. “I’m going to wait for the ambulance. Okay?”

“No. Please.”

He tried to search for her, his eyes obviously unable to focus. Struggling, he shifted then screamed out in pain.

“Okay. You’re okay. I’ll stay right here with you.” Shivering, from adrenaline as well as the cold breeze, she prayed help would arrive soon.

“Help. Help… Coming to… get her.”

Her? The boy had no idea how terrible the wreck had been. “I know. You’re going to be just fine,” Sienna softened her voice and remained talking to him until she heard sirens in the background. As the sound of roaring engines drew closer, she breathed a sigh of relief. A rumble and squeal of several tires drew her attention as a fire engine, an ambulance and a sheriff’s car rolled up her driveway. “They’re here now. Everything is going to be okay.”

She stepped away, looking at anything but the damning scene as she walked toward the vehicles. Men and women jumped out, of the fire engine, the majority headed straight for the car. A single man approached just as the door to the sheriff’s car opened.

“Ma’am. I’m Captain Frietag of the Goochland Fire Department. Can you tell me what happened?”

His voice was kind, soft and comforting. So damn similar to the one from… No, she had to concentrate. “I didn’t see the accident. I was awakened by the noise.”

Now, I wonder who might come to her rescue? My guess is a sexy cowboy deputy, but you’ll have to wait to find out…

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?

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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

My Special Guest – Dakotah Black

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

DAKOTAH BLACK – THE SCHEME

SYNOPSIS

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

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

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

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

EXCERPT

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

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

“I’m serious.”

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

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

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

“Yup. You’re cranky as hell.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello, luv.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do have to drive home.”

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

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!

 

Fire Devil – the Series

I’m so happy to announce that I have a new SIZZLING series coming to Blushing Books. This one has been in the making for months, even years. I absolutely adore smokejumpers. They are awesome, sexy and true heroes in my book. I have an amazing cover artist, Brenda Gonet, who has already created all seven covers. I thought I’d give you a taste of the first story – coming in October. But you have to wait to see the cover for a little while… Let me know what you think.

FIRE DEVIL – THREE RIVERS RUN DEEP

SYNOPSIS

Fire Devil: Whirlwind of fire

Zulies: Smokejumpers in Missoula

Jackals – the elite team of sexy smokejumpers

Secrets to tell. Love to conquer. Lives to save.

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Nestled in the heart of Missoula Montana are seven smokejumpers, exclusively trained men sworn to protect lives and the majestic land surrounding them. They are the Jackals, a name coined by their Captain. By day they indulge in their penchant for danger. By night they exude passion. While they have yet to find love, they are ready to lavish a woman with adoration, indulging their every desire. They share a bond of friendship as well as need. Burnout, an exclusive club, caters to domestic discipline. Each man has a story to tell, one of heartache, yearning and tragedy. Every smokejumper will steal your heart as they forge through fires, saving souls. Are you ready for their brand of domination?

Prevent. Protect. Preserve. This is their motto…

THREE RIVERS RUN DEEP

Rock singer Jessica Dunn is at a crossroads in her life, as well as in her music career. On a slippery downwards spiral, she’s yesterday’s news, the music no longer satisfying. Her love life is also nonexistent. She knew it was time for a change. When a friend suggests a vacation in Missoula Montana, she accepts, albeit with reservations. Cowboy country isn’t her style. While meeting a sexy rancher has delicious perks, she doesn’t like his attitude. After seeing a taste of the man inside, she’s determined to peel away his armor.

Stoker Hansen is no lady’s man. In truth, the wounded vet prefers tending to his ranch in order to soothe the personal beasts fighting to breach the surface. A fireman by trade, his cowboy behavior garners a lengthy suspension, keeping him from his beloved career. A damning secret haunts his every move. A chance meeting with a new girl in town lights his fire, but the opinionated vixen has a mouth and a bad attitude. Sparks fly, but he’d prefer to take her over his knee for a hard spanking versus develop any kind of a relationship. Still, he remains intrigued.

A series of events pushes Stoker into re-joining the smoke jumping team, if only for a single caustic event. The plane ride reminds him of the war and the sacrifice made by his best friend. Time for payback, he faces his greatest challenge in an effort to save his honor. Can the sexy singer still his aching heart as he learns to forgive? Will she leave the past behind, finding love as well as her voice?

UNEDITED EXCERPT

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 ya’ll 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 record 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.

What do you think? I hope you enjoyed and I’ll post more coming soon.

Kisses…

Piper

Don’t forget I have some fabulous upcoming guests on my blog including Paige Parsons, Sheri Lynn, Jaime Phillips and Vanessa Brooks. Tomorrow’s guest? Jaime Phillips!

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

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