Saturday, January 31, 2015

PK Corey is Visiting Today!



Hi Everyone!

Today I have the wonderful, PK Corey visiting to talk about her latest Cassie book!

Meredith I appreciate you hosting me and helping me get out the word about Cassie’s latest book. I know this series a little different from many spanking stories out there, but I hope people will give one a try.

It's always a pleasure to host you on my blog PK! Let's get started.

Please tell us a little bit about your story.

The whole Cassie series follows the lives of Cassie and Tom – a couple in their sixties who have practiced domestic discipline for over thirty years. In Cassie’s Conflicts there are two big worries, a hateful woman at the club that Cassie crosses swords with once too often and a huge argument with Tom and his overprotectiveness of Cassie’s health.

What got you in to writing spanking stories in the first place?
I’m a born spanko. I remember making up spanking stories when I was a young as five. They were my daily fantasies growing up and when I found blogs about nine years ago I actually had a place to write and share my stories.



This is the fifth story in your Cassie and Tom series. As an author, how do you get readers to keep coming back? What makes each story different? Aren't you afraid that they'll think, 'Oh, it's another Cassie and Tom story...skip it.' (Sorry, two questions!)
Not everyone seems to want to read about an older couple, but from letter’s I’ve received those who read one of Cassie’s books seem to want to come back for more. There is a realistic feel to the books – I think many woman read them and think ‘I’d like to be like that some day.’ So far Cassie seems pretty good at finding new troubles to keep Tom on his toes.




Your story focuses around Cassie and Tom an older couple, but it also is starting to focus on Ryan and Allie, a younger couple. Why did you decide to add another couple to your story and do you think that Ryan and Allie will ever get a story of their own? (I know, two questions again, sorry!)
I ‘decide’ very little about the books. I just know the characters and often the rest just happens. When Cassie and Tom moved to the river, I expected Cassie to become close friends with Kate, Allie’s mother. But it was Allie and Cassie who bonded. As the overall story progresses both Ryan and Allie are as important to the stories as Sue and Annie are.

This might be a dumb question, but if you could be any character in your book, who would you want to be and why?
I think I’d probably pick Sue. I want to be Cassie, but I’d also like to hang out with Cassie. Sue is more fearless than Cassie even. She says exactly what she things and the hell with you if you don’t agree. In my real life I was never like that, although as I get older… I may have a little Sue in me yet.



What is the best piece of advice that you have ever gotten from someone about writing?
Quit waiting to get is ‘right’ before you send the book off – especially the first one. If you wait until it’s right it will be sitting in your computer when you’re on your deathbed. Take the leap.

Do you have any other books in the works right now?
There are several more Cassie books to come and I have thoughts and partial story lines for several other books. I’m hoping when retirement finally gets here I’ll be able to really spend some time on the other stories.

Five Question Game!
Who would you rather be, Velma or Daphne from Scooby Doo?
It’s been a long time, Velma I think.



Who is your favorite character from the Harry Potter series, and why?
Good question, I like so many of them. Professor McGonagall should for her overall personality and bravery. But other than the mail three I think Neville Longbottom deserves everyone respect and admiration, the ‘loss’ of his parents, his ‘nerd’ status and to come out a hero. He’s an impressive person.



Are you afraid of the dentist?
Only when he gives me the bill.

Who would you like to see win the Superbowl, The Seahawks or the Patriots?
Are these the two teams who are playing?



What is one of your biggest fears?
Biggest fear is that there will come a time in the future when I won’t be able to get up and go to the bathroom on my own. No one realized what a joy this is until you’ve helped someone who can’t.

Now it's time for a snippet!!

"He started talking about the stupid rave. ‘We’ve talk about what goes on at those, Allie. Hell, the date rape drug is practically a standard and you know it. And you go in taking beer from God knows who. They could have put anything in it and you wouldn’t have known. And,’ he went on, spanking even harder, ‘you’re not supposed to be drinking yet anyway and you know it.’ I didn’t want to reach back, Cassie, but it felt like he was killing me. I kinda did once and he stopped and said really calm, ‘You don’t want to do that.’ It almost scared me the way he said it so I stopped myself. But I was promising never to do anything so stupid again and begging him to stop. I told him it was really hurting. ‘It’s gonna hurt, all right. I don’t expect you to forget about this for a long time.’ So he kept on spanking hard while he talked about smoking pot and riding with Ashley when I knew she had been drinking. I was yelling by this time, but I wasn’t crying then. After hours, it seemed, he stopped and started rubbing. It hurt, but I was so relieved at that point I didn’t care.

He didn’t let me up though, he started asking me questions. He talked about that night you took him out and said he was being too hard on me. He asked what were the three rules we’d agree on back then, and I had to tell him: Always be honest with him, don’t put myself in danger and keep my phone with me. I’d screw up so bad, I’d broken all three in one night. But the worse was yet to come. He said this is what I’m using if you screw up like this again. Then he flipped the lid off that stupid box.”

She paused her story as if remembering.

“Cassie, in it was the meanest looking, black, wooden hair brush you’ve ever seen. It made me think of a snake coiled up in there on the tissue paper it looked so evil. He grabbed that awful thing and started spanking me with it and I thought I would come out of my skin. That’s when I started crying. Ryan had never spanked me with anything but his hand before and that brush sucks.”

My heart sank for my sweet Allie. My hatred of hairbrushes goes back nearly forty years, and to think that there was another in our midst was heartbreaking. I knew Allie was much smarter than me and surely a faster learner. Perhaps theirs wouldn’t ever see the overuse ours had.



Cassie’s Conflicts (book five) Blurb

Cassie is one busy lady. The new country club/spa has opened and the whole gang is enjoying all the amenities. That is until a new club member, Clara, begins to ride roughshod over everyone. The situation worsens until it becomes physical, but even that doesn’t stop it.

Cassie seems to find little conflicts everywhere she turns, but it’s not always her fault. Tom is over protective about her health, sending Cassie into a tantrum. In addition, a few things happen on the girl’s trip that lands Cassie, as well as the other ladies, in even more hot water. Through it all Tom is there to love and protect Cassie in his own unique way.

Buy Links
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Contact Links
PK's Blog
PK's Author Page

Thanks for visiting me today PK! :-)

Thanks for having me Meredith!




Friday, January 30, 2015

Melanie Gets the Attention She Needed!



Hey Everyone!

I have 26 minutes to write this post! YIKES!! I hope that you all had a great week and have a relaxing weekend!

My pussy clamped down on Derek's hard cock, making him let out a moan. 

He moved his right hand, making a fist and placed it on top of my swollen clit. 

"What are you doing," I asked confused.

A smirk crossed his face before he said, "You'll see."

He began to move and I quickly realized that with each of his movements, it would cause his fist to rub against my clit at the same time that he continued to hit my G-spot. 

"Oh my gosh..." I panted out, as the sensations soon became too much for me. 

"No, Derek," He grunted before he pulled himself close to me, reaching his orgasm at the same time that I screamed out mine. 

I did it AND in seven sentences...that's a first.

Have a great weekend everyone! :-)





Trent Evans is Visiting Today!


Hello Everyone!

Today, the talented Trent Evans is on my blog to talk about his latest book, Expecting Surrender!

Can you please tell us a little bit about your story?
Thank you for having me over to your blog, Meredith! Expecting Surrender follows a married couple who’ve just begun to explore a more serious D/s dynamic. Things become a lot more complicated when the heroine turns up pregnant. While both are overjoyed at the news, both also worry that they won’t be able to go deeper into what’s become – for both of them – a fascinating, exciting D/s sexual relationship. Just when they think they’ve gone as deep as they think they can go, new insights, and desires arise. But how can they make an increasingly intense D/s marriage and pregnancy work? This novel tells that story, how one couple take that journey, not really knowing how it might end…

I think that's the scariest type of journey to be on! Your main character, Kristen gets pregnant just as her husband and her are starting to explore the world of BDSM. Most authors seem to avoid pregnancy and kids. What made you write your story this way?
Because it’s a real thing people grapple withJ I think children are a blessing, and to me they give us purpose, something more important than ourselves, a reason to strive, to persevere, to never give up. Though couples may not discuss it openly, kinky couples have to tangle with a whole different set of complications and considerations – and fears – when it comes to raising a family and yet still being true to themselves. Some kinky couples may choose to put that side of themselves away, at least until the kids have moved away, but others try to balance it, and still enjoy who they are within the bounds of privacy and discretion. In this novel, this couple struggle with these complications and considerations.

I’ve always been frustrated at the way most books seem to gloss over (of avoid entirely) the closeness, the intimacy, and the eroticism that pregnancy brings to a loving relationship. Yes, for some, there’s nothing less sexy than pregnancy, but for others it’s something that brings two people closer in a way that nothing else can. I’m definitely in the latter camp!

Awww! I loved the whole concept of the Dominion Trust. How did you come up with that concept?
I know a handful of wealthy people – though I’m just about as far from wealthy as it gets – and one of the things that always fascinated me was the different sorts of lives people lead, based on socio-economic level. The super wealthy seem to live almost in a different reality from the rest of us – but deep down, we’re all the same. We all love, we all feel loss, we all need intimacy, and we all desire. The Dominion Trust is an expression of how those same drives might be exercised, channeled, harnessed by a group of powerful, like-minded individuals for … greater purposes. The question is – are those purposes benevolent or otherwise? What is the Dominion Trust – and what are its real aims?

Guess we’ll have to read to find out.



Did you have any specific woman in mind, while writing the character Kirsten?

I know some writers like to picture a real person (a celebrity, a personal acquaintance, a complete stranger) when building characters, but I’ve never done that. It gets in the way for me. I tend to leave a lot up for interpretation when it comes to my characters physically (I respect the readers’ ability to picture a character as they will), but it’s the motivations, the personalities, the desires and fears that I like to delineate more clearly. God, that was an uber blather-y way of saying “no”
 

It's okay, I understand what you mean completely. My favorite question to ask writers is what is your writing style?
I used to be a 100% pantser (no outline, not even so much as the protagonist’s name, and I’d go writing off into the night), but I’ve since become sort of a hybrid pantser-plotter. I do not do a full outline – I think it saps some of the freshness from a story for me, which makes it harder for me to complete it. What I do instead is come up with a Heroine and a Hero, devise a rough sketch of a situation and a conflict, then put together some very, very rough story beats. These beats usually hit the major milestones of the story (though not always), and then as I write, I will fill in more and more beats as I go along. I almost never know how a story ends until I’m nearly done with it though. It would be soo much easier if I did…



Are you working on any other stories right now?

GAH. Too many. Next up is a paranormal erotic romance that might actually turn into urban fantasy. We shall see. This may end up a serial or a series, but I’m not sure yet.

I’m planning on writing a sequel to The Fall of Lady Westwood sometime Q2 or Q3 of this year, and another entry in the Dominion Trust series will be in the offing either Q3 or Q4.

The sequel to What She’s Looking For has had beats done for it, but I haven’t had a chance to sit down and start writing that one yet. Maybe end of 2015?

I’ve got probably 5 or 6 percolating at any one time though, so who knows – might publish a couple others too.

When you aren't writing, what does a normal day look like to you?
When I’m not writing?? What does… this does not compute… (LOL!) Seriously, I’m a regular dude. I occasionally try new things in order to expand my frame of reference and deepen the well of life-experience to draw upon (a good thing for writers), but really I’m pretty boring. I spend most of my non-writing time with my family, and I’ll leave it at that!

I'm sure that you aren't a boring person! Five Question Game!
What was the last book that you read?

Owned and Owner by Anneke Jacob (reread this one – incredible book)



What is your favorite color?

I don’t think I’ve thought about this since I was a little boy. I do like blue…such a boy answer.

Blue is a cool color! The Superbowl is this Sunday! Are you cheering for the Patroits or for the Seahawks?
Since I’ve lived in the Pacific Northwest most of my life, unsurprisingly I’m a lifelong (and long-suffering, until last year) Seahawks fan. Seahawks by 10.

Go ‘Hawks;)



If you could time travel to any year, what would it be and why?
Damn, this is a tough one. I think that – despite all the horror, and sorrow, and injustice in the world -- there’s never, ever been a better time to be alive than right now. I’m optimistic about the future. Perhaps 50-60 years from now (I’m young enough that I might, theoretically, still be alive then, but let’s assume I’m not). I’d get to see the world my sons inherited. It won’t be perfect, but I’m positive it’ll be even better than the world we inhabit now.



I'm sure that you'll be around then Trent! Who knows, maybe we'll both own cars like the one above. Who do you view as a writing role model and why?
Hmm, I’m not sure I’ve got one writing role model, per se. There are writers I’m in awe of:
Anneke Jacob – Easily the most literate, fearless and uncompromising writer in erotic fiction. If forced to pick a single writer as my favorite, she’d be it.

Joey W. Hill – Nobody in fiction conveys emotion as effectively as Joey does. Her characters are just so real. Stunning facility with characterization. Oh, and she writes hot as hell.

Jacqueline Carey – I’ve never encountered another writer – in any genre – with the command of the English language that this woman has. Anyone who wants to learn how prose is really done, need only read one of Ms. Carey’s books. Phedre is still one of the most fascinating heroines I’ve read yet. If you haven’t read either of her Kushiel trilogies, my God, you need to. Now;)

Chelsea Cain – Her thrillers are as ghastly as they’re unputdownable. Sure, yeah, that’s a word. I wish I had one tenth this woman’s talent for description, mood, and economy of prose. If any writers want to learn how to write tight, compelling, page-turner fiction, read Chelsea’s stuff. She’s good;)

I think Max Hastings and Stephen Ambrose are simply incredible writers. They’re both non-fiction history authors but their writing is so gripping, so immediate, I feel like I’m right there.

I’ll stop here as I could go on forever ;)

Now it's time for a sexy snippet...
She moved her hands to his head, running her fingers through the thick, dark hair.
“Put them at your side,” he said, between soft kisses to the flesh around her navel. “I didn’t tell you could do that.”
Holy shit. 
“Um, why not?” She wanted to reel the words back in before her lips were done forming them.
His gaze snapped up. “This is what you wanted, right?”
She nodded, nibbling her lower lip again. The combination of his piercing dark eyes and his roving hands was getting her hot, and she wondered if he could smell her arousal.
“Then the first thing you’re going to need to do is listen to me, and do as I say. Right?”
She nodded, the hated blushing back at her cheeks.
“Good.” He reached around under the fabric of the robe and clasped both of her vulnerable buttocks in his hard hands. He looked up at her, his expression stony, almost cold.
She dropped her hands to her side with a tiny sound of protest.
“Watch yourself, Kirsten.”
Her pussy clenched at the words; so stern, just as she’d always fantasized about. She wondered how many other women secretly reveled in the menacing rumble of an angry man’s voice. Perhaps she was one of kind?
“Do you think you’ll be saved just because you’re waddling around, carrying our child? Hmm?”
Her blood ran cold, even as her cunt spasmed. “Saved from what?”
He smacked her bottom, the lush flesh wobbling under his hands. “That.”
“No — I don’t know.”
I don’t want to be saved. I want more, so much more.
“Turn around. Pull up your robe and show me your ass.”
She obeyed immediately, feeling the slick lips of her cunt slipping together as she moved. She hoisted the fabric of the brief robe, ensuring it was held well above her buttocks. His fingers traced random patterns over the smooth flesh.
“So pale.” He laid a still hand against the curve of one cheek. “But I guarantee you, they won’t be this way very often from here on out.”
“Thank God,” she whispered, daring to push back against his hand ever so slightly.
He gave her ass another crisp slap, and she yelped more in surprise than pain.
“I guess we need to go over the rules now.”
She looked back at him. “Rules? Keihl, I—”
“Be quiet. Face forward.”
Oh dear God.
He kneaded the flesh of her buttocks in his strong hands, his grip harsh. It hurt, and she instinctively pulled forward.
He spanked each cheek twice, hard. The slaps rang out in the quiet, dimly lit dining room, the sharp pain shocking her into momentary stillness. He was serious after all.
She could feel her cunt dripping fluid down the inside of one thigh.
“Rule Number One: Do what you’re told. Do you understand?”
She held her tongue, as much in shock as in stunned, bone-deep arousal.
“I’m waiting, Kirsten. I expect you to answer me when I ask you a question. That’s not one of the rules, but you’d better remember it too.”
“Okay — yes, I understand. Jesus, Keihl, can we talk about—”
“No.” His hand clenched a buttock threateningly, and she tensed. “Be quiet, for now.”
After a moment, he continued. “Rule Number Two: Be honest with me, and yourself. Tell me the truth even if you think I’ll be angry.”
“Yes, of course.”
That one would be easy. Right?
“Lay over the table.”
Hesitating, she glanced pointedly at the centerpieces with their still burning candles. He followed her gaze, then chuckled. “No, I suppose that won’t quite work, will it?”
She watched him quench both flickering candle flames between his fingertips, marveling that the searing pain seemed to faze him not one bit. In mere moments, he’d removed the centerpiece, the scent of the wispy smoke from the blackened wicks lingering in the air. Then she felt his hand on her shoulder, urging her over.
Bending forward, she laid her hands on the cool wood.
“Did I tell you to do that?”
“Do what? You said bend over the table.”
He gave her bottom three quick smacks. “I said ‘lay’ over the table. Do what you’re told, remember? Now put your hands back where they were — holding up that robe. I want to be able to see that ass.”
She obeyed, the heat starting to build in her buttocks. He’d never smacked her more than a few times during sex. She wasn’t at all sure she’d like much more pain than she’d already had, but her pussy was embarrassingly wet at the possibility. The view she was exposing to him made her shiver with an embarrassed arousal as she pressed her cheek to the dark cherry wood of the dining room table.
His hands stroked over her bottom, then down her taut hamstrings, the long fingers caressing the vulnerable flesh of her inner thighs. Her swollen cunt pulsed as the edges of his fingers just brushed the fine hair covering the plump labia. It was maddening, this perusal of her prostrate form at his leisure.
“Any more rules?” She tried to keep the snark out of her tone, but wasn’t completely successful.
“That’s it for now,” he said. She could hear the smile in his voice, and it relaxed her a little.
His warm, inviting smile always did.
Fingers slipped between her sodden labia, stroking lazily through the soft folds. Then two long fingers plunged deep, exploring the depth of her cunt, eliciting an ascending moan of pleasure from her. He stroked in and out of her several times, the wetness of her cunt easing the way with an embarrassing swiftness.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “Nice and hot.”
She wanted to hide her face in her hands, but she knew he wouldn’t approve.
Be careful what you ask for, Kirsten.
But this was exactly what she wanted. This and whatever else he wanted to do to her. That was the point. She didn’t want to call the shots anymore. The idea of giving herself to her husband, being controlled by him, held a dark seductive power for her. Just the idea made her cunt gush and her clit positively sing.
Wet fingers eased along the edges of her inner labia, the sensation making her shiver. Then they found her clit, and she moaned as he touched it.
“Ah, God,” she whispered, her hips rotating ever so slightly.
He palmed the plump purse of her cunt, the tips of his fingers pressed to her hardening clit. But rather than stroke her he just held them there. Maddeningly still.
“Rub that cunt on my hand, girl. If you get to come at all, you’re going to work for it.”
She moaned and thrust her hips up and down, over and over. He lessened the pressure of those fingertips just enough to keep her climax just out of reach, but her pussy was awash in wetness, and the pleasure of her labia sliding along his warm palm as his devilish fingers tormented her poor clit was almost enough in itself. She could feel the wave building, her thighs trembling.
But he must have seen it, for he pulled his hand away just before the wave could crest. She let go a frustrated groan, the pleased rumble of his laughter both arousing and embarrassing to her.
He had her acting like a bitch in heat.
“Please, Keihl!”
“Please what?” His hand rested on the curve of her hip, his slick fingers wet against her skin.
“I need to come! God, please.”
“We’ll see, Kirsten. Be good now.”




Blurb for Expecting Surrender (Dominion Trust 3)

They’d called it The Game. An intriguing truth or dare, a little spice to an already hot sexual chemistry between two married professionals. But what started as a mere game evolved into something so much more, a dark, exciting adventure into serious power exchange. It soon became the center of their lives, the beating, lust-fueled heart of their sexual relationship.

It was an exploration of pleasure, of pain, of elemental desire. A married couple diving deep into the waters of Dominance and submission. Like forbidden fruit, The Game had opened their eyes to the primal drives, the animal lusts lurking within each of them — and they knew they’d never be the same again.

Then came the day she’d received the surprise news… in the form of a positive pregnancy test.

Now Keihl and Kirsten, deeply in love, facing a profound, joyful change in their lives, must contemplate the prospect of putting aside The Game, just when things are really heating up. After all, pregnancy and BDSM are utterly incompatible. Right?

Or was there a way to have both? Perhaps Kirsten’s pregnancy might open up an entirely new world to them within the alluring, lust-drenched context of a loving, yet strict, Dominance and submission dynamic? Perhaps the pregnancy might change them both in ways neither of them yet understand?

Two lovers will discover if Dominance and submission, if pain and pleasure, and finding the real people they are inside is indeed still possible, now that a baby is on the way…

Publisher's Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!
This is a contemporary MF BDSM erotic romance. The novel contains the following themes: explicit sexuality, pervasive D/s, exhibitionism, spanking, bondage, and other BDSM activities. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Word count: 134,520 words.
Page Count: 470 pages

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Thank you for visiting today Trent! :-)

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Danielle Logan is Visiting Today!

Greetings Everyone!

Today, Danielle Logan is visiting my blog today to talk about her first book, Taming the Preacher's Daughter. 



Can you please tell us a little bit about your story?
My book is coming of age Christian Domestic Discipline story. The heroine, Savi, is a preacher’s daughter who is coming into her own and wants her own identity. She figures the best way to do that is to turn away from her father’s church and what it teaches. Then she finds out the man of her dreams attends the church, and it turns her life into turmoil.

I thought that it was very interesting that the plot started with the church advocating domestic Discipline relationships. What made you write it that way?
I came to learn about Domestic Discipline trough a friend who is also an author. I read her books, then I began to read blogs. The blogs at first were just DD, then I found blogs about Christian Domestic Discipline, I fell in love with the Christian Domestic Discipline lifestyle. It really called to me, I felt as though I needed to write about it.

You might be surprised to hear this, but this was my first ever book that I read with the focus of Christian Domestic Discipline. There was the constant theme in your story that Savi had to go out and find herself. Do you think that she finally did or else will we be hearing back from her in another story?
You will definitely be hearing from Savi again. She hasn’t got this whole submissive thing down yet.



Haha! I'm sure that Eric will have fun teaching her the "submissive thing". I love the character of Josalyn! She reminded me so much of my best friend and how we tell each other pretty much everything. Do you have a best friend like Josalyn too?
Actually Josalyn is based on my sister. Let me tell you a little secret, they actually share the same name!

Awww! That's so sweet! Now, my favorite question to ask new authors who come on my blog...What is your writing style?
Well, I never would have described myself as this before I heard the term, but I am a pantser. I never have a storyline, I just fly by the seat of my pants.



Hmmm...another fellow pantster! :-) Are you working on any stories?
I currently have four books in my head, three have to do with Savi and her family and one is still just a thought.

When you aren't writing, what does a normal day look like for you?
I am a wife and mother of four. My oldest is 12 while my youngest is 1 so they keep me extremely busy. I am also a full time college student, so I don’t spend a lot of time writing, its more of a hobby.



Full time college student AND a mother to four children AND an author...*jaw drops* You're a Super Mom! Now my absolute favorite game to play...Five Question Game!
What's your favorite color?
Orange

That's a unique favorite color. :-) Which Harry Potter novel is your favorite and why?
None, let’s talk Twilight, Divergent or The Hunger Games.

If you could time travel, what year would you chose to go back to and why?
1950’s, and the music I’d love to meet Richie Valens, the Big Bopper and Buddy Holly before they passed.



My age is showing, I've never heard of any of the people you mentioned above. Who's an author role model for you?
Ms. Rayanna Jamison



Awww! Rayanna is very sweet and I do love her stories too!! What does an ideal day sound like to you?
No kids, wine and a bubble bath. I know its lame, but just some peace and quiet would be nice.

Your idea of an ideal day sounds so relaxing! Now, can we please have an excerpt from your story!

After leaving the den, Savi headed back to her room to get ready for the night. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail, and added a flower to it. She then slipped herself into a slinky cheetah print dress that fit her like a glove. She put on some red high heels, and then covered herself with a long coat.

Savi made three stops on her way to Eric’s house, Bobby’s, Josalyn’s and Danny’s. She needed to make amends with them too. At Bobby’s she stayed for a moment and they talked about how Steph had helped her to see that domestic discipline could be a good thing. She now saw that it could teach the woman accountability and let the man be the dominant one in the relationship as God had intended. Savi thanked Steph for her help and then was on her way.

Neither Josalyn nor Danny was home, so she left the letters on their doorsteps. Savi was nervous of what would come next, but she was excited to see the reaction Eric would give her. She was going to make him hers; her goal was to have her way with him, and to get him to forget the crazy way she had acted all summer.

She arrived at Eric’s place, a one-bedroom apartment above a garage that he rented from Mr. and Mrs. Bennett, a sweet elderly couple that attended the church. As Savi got out of her car, she left her coat behind, knowing that Eric would be pleased with what he saw. As she made her way up the stairs, she could feel the butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach.

Knocking on the door, she waited for Eric to open it. After a minute she noticed the door handle turning, and her anxiety rose. A man opened the door, and to her dismay it was not Eric. “Um, is Eric here?” Savi asked, her brow wrinkled in confusion. She knew that she had the right house, but she had no idea who this person was, and why he was answering Eric’s door.

“Yes, please come in.” Smiling widely, the man opened the door wider to let her in. “You must be Savannah, I am Eric’s dad, Douglas and this is my wife, Michelle and our daughter, Maya.”

“It’s so nice to meet all of you.” Savi smiled awkwardly, unsure of what else to say, as she wondered why Eric’s family was there. Self-consciously, she wished that she hadn’t left her coat in the car. “Could y’all excuse me for a moment? Do you know where Eric is?” she asked, smiling hopefully.

“He is in the kitchen finishing dinner,” Mrs. Matthews answered. Savi just nodded in reply, kicking herself mentally for already having forgotten the woman’s first name.

As she walked to the kitchen, she felt her annoyance rising, her plans for the evening were ruined, and she certainly hadn’t planned on meeting Eric’s parents tonight! As she walked up behind Eric, she put her arms around his waist and set her chin on his shoulder. “Hey,” she whispered. “Why didn’t you tell me your parents would be here?”

Eric continued to prepare dinner. “I wanted to surprise you, actually I have a few surprises for you tonight.”

“I have a few for you as well,” she stated in a sultry voice.

Smiling, Eric turned around to face her, and she was surprised to see the smile instantly leave his face. “Savi, what are you wearing?” She could see the anger and confusion in his face.

“What, you don’t like it?” she asked, sure that he was not serious. She looked great, and she knew it.

“NO!” Eric said firmly. “And that’s not what I would like my sister to see you wearing, or my parents, for that matter! Oh Savannah,” Eric groaned. “What were you thinking?”

He shook his head back and forth, his face pinched and Savi’s heart dropped. She couldn’t believe that he was angry again! Why did she always have to mess everything up?

“Please go into my room and change. There are some basketball shorts and a tee shirt in the top drawer of my dresser. We will deal with this later,” he instructed, pointing at her clothing.

“I will not go change.” Savi glared at him, stubbornly. “If you want me here then you will have to deal with my clothing choice.”

“Savi, we talked about this.”

“No, you talked about what you wanted, not what I wanted.”

Annoyed with Eric’s old-fashioned views, Savi made her way back into the living room where Eric’s family was waiting. She realized that she knew them from somewhere, but she couldn’t place them. That was when it clicked. They, too, went to Bethel Pentecostal. This made the evening even more uncomfortable for her. If Eric didn’t approve of her dress, she could just guess what his parents and sister were thinking. She never wanted to give a bad impression, especially a first one, but it was too late for that. She knew that his family could feel the tension between her and Eric.

Oh no! It sounds like Savi is going to have a very sore bottom soon! Thank you for that snippet!










Blurb for Taming the Preacher's Daughter

Savi wanted to be everything she wasn’t. Tired of being the perfect preacher's daughter, she wants to step out of her father’s shadow.

Deciding to go against everything she has been taught and wanting her first summer back from college to be a wild one, she begins to party and she sets her sights on the local lifeguard Eric.

Eric has always had a place in Savi’s heart, secretly she has always wanted to be with him.

After finding out that Eric attends her father’s church and realizing what her father’s church really practices, Savi goes on a downward spiral. Can love conquer her fears?

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Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Melanie Gets Ready to have her Bottom Paddled!



Hi Everyone!

Happy Wednesday! I hope that everyone is having a good week so far! Hopefully, anyone who lives on the Northeast coast is staying safe and warm in their houses. I can't believe how much snow you guys got!

Today, I'm picking up where I left off two weeks ago. Melanie had been doing the dishes and on accident had hit Derek in the head with a pot. When Derek proved that he was okay, he told Melanie that whoever ran to their bedroom first, would get to paddle the other's bottom. Melanie agreed and pulled down Derek's pants and took off, leaving him shocked.

I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. I knew that I had shocked Derek by pulling down his pants, but that would only last for a few seconds. Just as I reached the top of the stairs, I heard Derek start bounding up them. 

I ran down the hallway and reached my bedroom door. I grabbed the door handle and was just about to push the door open, when Derek's arms pulled me against his chest. 

"Thought you were going to beat me, didn't you?"

"I..."

"Tsk tsk, my darling. Now, I want you to enter the bedroom, strip to your panties, and lay across the bed."

I took a deep breath, before nodding my head and entering the bedroom. I walked over to the side of the bed and began to strip until I was down to my black laced panties. I climbed on to the bed and waited for Derek's next instruction. 

"Such a good girl." Derek said, as I felt him run his fingers up and down my thighs. 

Little tingles ran up from my thigh and went straight to my pussy, making my pussy let out a burst of my juices. 

"But, you did a bad thing, pulling down my pants. I think you need to be taught a lesson. What do you think?" He asked, as his fingers left my thigh and were replaced by the feeling of the hard, cool wood of the paddle. 

"Yes Sir." I moaned as the paddle was pushed up my thigh and ran over my bottom. 

"Good girl. I think that ten strokes are in order and you should count."

"Yes Sir." I said, before taking a deep breath, waiting for the first stroke to come.

That's where I'm stopping today! :-) Come back next week if you want to see how Melanie takes her paddling! Remember to go and check out the other author's blogs, because you never know what you'll find!

Happy Wednesday!


Friday, January 23, 2015

Melanie Has Derek's Attention



Good Morning Everyone!

Happy Saturday! I love the weekends! Does anyone have any fun weekend plans? This weekend here, the weather is suppose to be in the high 40s, low 50s, so I might try and go outside for a little, before I have to go indoors and start on my homework!



Today, I'm picking off where I left off from two weeks ago. Melanie has cabin fever and went to Derek for some attention. Derek made her strip and he carried her off to their bedroom...

Derek tossed me on the bed and before I could scramble up to ask him what he planned to do, he was hovering over me. 

He grabbed my hands pinning them above my head at the same time that he spread my legs with his own.

I was about to say something, but he crushed his lips to mine.

He let go of my hands to unzip his pants and I moved my hands to run them through his thick hair. 

Derek pulled back and bit my lip, harder than he normally did, causing me to freeze. 

"Did I tell you that you could move your arms from where I left them," He growled, as he lined his cock up with my drenched opening.

I shook my head no, suddenly feeling upset that I had disappointed him. 

"You made it known that you're in need of some attention, I heard you loud and clear and I'm going to call the shots until you pass out from all the attention that I'm going to give you," He said, before he slammed his hard member in to me. 

I just love Derek! He's such an alpha male. Make sure to go check out other author's posts because you never know what you'll find.

I hope that you all have happy weekend! :-)






Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Maddie Taylor is on My Blog Today to Talk about Her Latest Book, Jackson's Justice!



Hi Everyone! Today I have the amazing author, Maddie Taylor on my blog to talk about her latest #1 Amazon Ranking book, Jackson's Justice!! Let's get started, shall we...
 
How much research had to go in to writing a historical romance?

MT: Quite a bit, but fortunately, I did most of it during book one and saved my research and links, phew! These stories are set during the industrial revolution so I needed to know what kind of plumbing they had, did they have toilet paper, telephones, batteries, even mayonnaise. For the pizza scene I had to research if they had mozzarella cheese in 1878… nope! Exclusive to Europe at the time it wasn’t introduced to North America by Italian immigrants in New York at the turn of the 20th century and in Canada around 1949. So, like Janelle, I had to improvise. I wear etymology online out and research language, expressions, dialect and technology.

Wow! That sounds like a lot of work!! What made you chose the year 1878 to write your story in?

MT: Seriously? I wanted indoor plumbing and reasonable women’s skirts. I didn’t want to have to deal with an outhouse and an era before toilet paper. I also didn’t want my hero to have to deal with the dreaded hoop skirts, just the birdcages Heath called them, aka bustles. LOL Not to mention it is a very romantic era where men were men and they took care of their woman. I did choose progressive Wyoming where women had the right to vote in 1878. They were the 1st state to award them that right, by the way.



Okay okay, I can see why you chose 1878 now. I must admit, I was not a fan of Heath Jackson at the start of this book. I thought that he was being SO stupid denying his feelings for Jenny. Why did you write him that way? It was torture for me to keep reading him being a jackass and hurting Jenny's feelings.

MT: You have to remember that Heath was anti-marriage and that Jenny was 11 years younger and a friend of the family. Everything about Jenny was screaming matrimony and felt like a noose tightening around his neck. But you grew to love him, without any spoilers, that’s all I’m saying about that.

Okay, you have me there. Once he pulled his head out of his behind, Heath wasn't too bad of a guy. What inspired you to write Jenny how you did? She was such a brave, strong girl who had such a horrible situation thrust upon her.

MT: Life was hard back then and I love a story with angst. If I don’t make you both laugh and cry, I have not done my job.

Well then, you successfully did your job. You grabbed a hold of my heart when I started this book and didn't let go until I finished the last page. I saw in one of your recent blog posts that it took you a year to write Jackson's Justice. That sounds crazy to me! For most of my stories, I like to finish them once I start. How did you manage to keep writing this story without giving up?

MT: I'd work on it for a few weeks, okay, maybe days, and then take a break because I wasn't in the western mood. I’d come back later and write a bit more, then take another break and so on. I didn't start working on it seriously until after Lanie came out about Nov 1. When I put my mind to it, I had it written and submitted in about a month. Then it was about 6 weeks for publishing, which is slower than usual, but the holidays got in the way, I think.



Marshal and Heath Jackson have found their special ladies, will Luke be finding his special lady any time soon?

MT: Oh, yes! I already have the plot outline. So I promise it won’t be another year. 

Thank you! I hate having to wait for authors to write books. When you aren't writing, what does the typical day in the life of Maddie Taylor look like?

MT: Working the day job… Boring, I know, and here everyone thinks us authors have such glamorous lives. The day job sucks 40+ hours of life out of me every week, so in the evenings I spend time with my hubby, weekends are for family (and football, is it over yet?) and in between times I’m writing or blogging or doing the social media thing. No, I don’t sleep… ever. 3-4 hours/night is good for me.

You only get 3-4 hours of sleep at night?! *Gasp!* How do you stay awake? If I don't get at least seven hours, I'm dozing off all day.

Now my favorite game to play with authors...Five Question Game
What is your idea of a perfect day?

Beach, sun, sand, ocean, a cooler of lemon drops, my kindle and my husband. It begins at sunrise and ends with moonlit stroll on the beach with my man, hand in hand while the waves lick at our toes. <sigh>.



You and those lemon drops. ;-) Awww, that does sound like a really nice day!What is your favorite season and why?

Um… see answer above. Summer, definitely when I practically live in the pool.

If you could visit any place in the world, where would it be and why?

Ireland. The land of my maternal grandmother, bless her heart.

I would love to visit Ireland too. My relatives came from there too and from the pictures I've seen, it looks beautiful. If you could star in any T.V show, what would it be and why?

Easy! Justified opposite Raylan Givens as his love interest, of course. It would be a paying job, so I’d have to say to my hubby, “Sorry honey, it’s in the script on page 42 for me to kiss Raylan with tongue so I gotta do it.”



*Giggle* I would love to see how Mr. Taylor would react to you telling him that. Who do you like better, Velma or Daphne from Scooby Doo and why?

If I have to choose, I’d say Velma. Brains are sexy, however, since were playing let’s pretend, I’d put Velma’s brain into Daphne’s body and become Dalma, or Vephne and have the best of both worlds.

Hmmm...that's a good idea. I never thought about it!



Now, can you please share a sexy snippet from Jackson's Justice.  


With a sidelong look, he eyed the pretty young woman that had been on his mind so much lately. She was the embodiment of temptation, from the jaunty little hat perched atop her head, sitting slightly askew following their run-in, to the pointy tips of her impractical boots. A man would have to be made of stone not to be affected by her beauty, not the least of it her curvy hips or full rounded breasts. He shuddered every time he thought of her walking the streets alone and coming across one of the rowdy men who had come to town looking for a gal to keep him company.

As much as she was beautiful, she was na├»ve and reckless. That had become obvious tonight. She needed someone to keep her safe, to lay down the law and hold her feet to the fire if she didn’t follow the rules. If her family wasn’t going to see to her guidance and protection, she needed a man who would. Someone to give her what his pa called good old-fashioned Jackson justice in the form of a firm hand, or some other equally effective implement, applied to her misbehaving behind.
The thought of any of the beaus he’d seen lining up for a dance with her being able to meet that need was laughable. If he was honest, the thought of her as wife to any of them burned like hellfire in his gut. She needed a strong man, someone she couldn’t easily wrap around her dainty little finger and who wouldn’t break like a dry twig at the flutter of her long silky lashes or a pretty pout from her very kissable lips. She needed someone exactly like him.

Dammit.

Jackson's Justice Blurb 



Twenty-year-old Jenny Harper has been in love with Heath Jackson since the day she saw him leap from a galloping horse to save an old woman when she was eleven years old. Over the years, Jenny has watched the women swarm around Heath, but she has her heart set on him and she is not one to give up easily. One way or another, she will show Heath she is a grown woman, ready for a husband, not the child he remembers tagging along after his younger brother.

Unfortunately for Jenny, ever since he was left at the altar by a foolish girl who ran off to marry a wealthy old man, Heath Jackson has sworn off marriage, preferring instead the company of widows and saloon girls. And in any case, though he has secretly lusted after her for years, as far as Heath is concerned Jenny is too young, too much like family, and too eager to wed.

But when tragedy strikes, putting more on Jenny’s shoulders than she can bear, her only hope of saving her family home lies in marrying quickly. Can Heath sit back while other men vie for her affections? Can he bear to watch in silence as she chooses a weakling when she desperately needs a strong man like him, one who will keep her safe and give her the sound discipline she needs when her impulsive ways place her in danger? Or will he stand up and claim what should be his, even if it means risking his heart again?

Publisher’s Note: Jackson’s Justice is a largely stand-alone sequel to Marshal’s Law. It is a full-length erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

If that snippet and blurb don't have you wanting to buy this book...I don't know what will. Here are the current buy links for Jackson's Justice.







Author's Bio



An author of erotic romance, Maddie is a lifelong reader who became a romance junkie as a teen with her first romance novel, The Wolf and the Dove by Kathleen Woodiwiss. From then on, she was hooked, and gobbled up everything she could get her hands on, whether contemporary, historical, paranormal or sci-fi. If there was romance to be found between a strong alpha male, and a sassy, adventurous and oftimes defiant yet loving woman, Maddie was all over it. As an author, she stays true to those themes writing steamy erotic romance, with a side of kink, and adding elements of intrigue, danger and suspense to her plots. 

Maddie started writing as a hobby. Her stories stayed private while she raised a family and worked full time as a registered nurse. It wasn't until 2012 that she decided to take the plunge and submit her first book for publication: Captain My Captain. She went on to publish eleven novels the first year.

She's still juggling writing with her day job. You'll find her working at her laptop into the wee hours of the morning, or scribbling plot ideas into the notebook she always keeps handy, and working out the details of a scene while floating around in her pool with a lemon drop in hand. Don't be surprised if you see her pulling over on the side of the road searching frantically for pen and paper in order to capture an idea for a scene that popped into her mind, because as Maddie says, her best ideas always come when her hands are full or if there isn't a pen in a five-mile radius.

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Maddie, I'd like to say thank you for stopping by today. It was a lot of fun to have you and I can't wait to see what you have coming out next!!

Thank you!