Monday, June 19, 2017

Meredith's Monday Musings: Donating Blood






Hi Everyone!


Happy Monday! How’s everyone’s week going so far? Can you guys believe that we’re in the middle of June already? I feel like it should still be March. Time really has flown by.

Today’s Meredith’s Monday Musing post is all about: Donating blood!



I’ve donated blood twice in my life, hopefully a third time soon! When I tell people I donate blood, I get asked two questions most frequently: why do you donate blood and does it hurt?

To answer the first question, I donate blood because of my Grandmother. When my Grandma was dying from cancer, she had to have a couple of blood transfusions to help her. I got to see firsthand just how much getting that donated blood eased her pain and even put a pep back in her step. After seeing that, I wanted to donate some of my own blood to give people the same gift that my Grandma had received.

The answer to the second question is shorter. No, donating blood doesn’t hurt. Honestly, what hurts the most is when they have to poke your fingertip to check if you have the correct amount of iron in your blood in order to donate. Otherwise, it truly is pretty painless.



Obviously, it’s everyone’s individual choice to decide whether or not they want to donate blood, however, if you’re on the fence about it, I’d urge you to do it. Donating blood is simple, fast, and easy. Besides that, one pint of your blood could save up to three lives. I love the idea of being able to save another person’s, let alone three’s, so that’s why I donate blood.

The only suggestions I’d have for someone if they decide to donate blood is 1) Fill out the RapidPass before you go. You’ll save yourself like fifteen minutes. 2) Make sure to eat some foods rich in iron a few days before going. That way, you can know that when they check your iron level, you’ll be good to go.

That’s all I’ve got for today. Happy Monday, everyone!


Thursday, June 15, 2017

In Memorium: Rollin Hand/Jordan St. John




Hi Everyone.

It's with a heavy heart that I write this post. Beloved erotic author, Rollin Hand/Jordan St. Cloud has passed away. He passed on June-1st to the surprise of the entire author community.

Renee Rose and Celeste Jones were kind enough to put together a little tribute for him. Anyone who wanted to participate could write a blog post and post it in a thread starting in the Spanking Romance group. When I heard about this, I knew I had to participate in it.

I got the honor of meeting Rollin when my publisher, Stormy Night Publications had a retreat for authors back in the summer of 2015. I won't forget the first time I met him. Victoria Rouch, Sue Lyndon, Adaline Raine, and myself were hanging out in the lounge of the Holiday Inn we were staying at. Rollin came strolling in with his luggage, approached us without having met any of us before, and joked, "Is this the erotic authors meeting group?" He didn't miss a beat and was soon introducing himself to us. I'm still not sure how he knew that we were kinky authors. We weren't wearing labels or anything. I guess we'll never know how he knew.

Besides having an apparent sixth sense of knowing who's an erotic author, Rollin was a very kind man. During the retreat, I was extremely nervous. I'm an anxious person to begin with and being at my very first ever kinky event, meeting real life kinky people, I was a basket case of nerves. I remember waking up at like 5:00 AM on the Saturday of the retreat, after only getting like three hours of sleep. After not being able to fall back asleep, I got up and headed down to the breakfast room at 7:00.



I got a little food, sat down, and tried to eat, but wasn't having the best luck. I wasn't expecting to meet any other authors down there that early, but to my utter surprise, Rollin showed up. He got his food and he took a seat next to me. This upped my anxiety even more, at the time I was in my early 20s and he was in his mid 60s, I had no idea what we were going to talk about. There were a few people around, so I was scared that Rollin would start talking about kinky stuff. I didn't want to out myself to a room full of people.

To my surprise, Rollin asked me about my schooling. I was a bit shocked because no one really liked talking about what I was learning at school. But he sat there, eating his breakfast and we chatted about what I was learning. When I felt we had talked enough about me, I asked about his job. He explained what he did, answering all of my questions, not making me feel dumb about asking any. We then discussed his near future plans to retire. He was so excited about getting to stay at home and write.

By the time other authors showed up and joined us, I had shockingly eaten all the food off of my plate, the biggest meal I had eaten during the entire retreat. It was all because of Rollin. He was so kind and talking to him was like talking with an old friend, despite the rather large age difference between us. My nerves fell away for a bit and my appetite returned.

Later during the day, he led a discussion group, answering legal questions when it came to writing. I loved the passion he had while giving the discussion and how he took the time to answer everyone's questions with detail and no judgement of the questions. At the end of his discussion, he offered to answer anyone's legal questions, whenever they came up. That was one offer I took him up on several times.



Thinking over these memories makes me heartbroken that I won't get to see Rollin in person ever again. He truly was a kind, intelligent man and one that is going to be missed incredibly in this author community. But I know that he's up in Heaven looking down at all of us, encouraging us to be the best authors we can be.

Rest In Peace, Rollin Hand/Jordan St. John. You may be gone from this Earth, but your voice will live on forever in your stories. <3

Monday, June 12, 2017

Meredith's Monday Musings: A Year of Posts







Hi Guys and Gals!


Happy Monday! How’s your day back to work going so far? Mine is going great, especially because I’m currently not working. So, I still feel like I’m on the weekend. Today’s post is an interesting one and frankly, one I can’t believe I’m writing about. 😉 

The topic for Meredith’s Monday Musing today is: ONE YEAR of Meredith’s Monday Musings.


Can any of you believe this? A year ago, I decided to start writing weekly posts about some of the things I think about during the week. I can’t believe I’ve been able to keep going this long. When I first started, I thought I’d run out of things to talk about after a month or two. Yet, here we are a year later and I feel like I haven’t even scratched tip of the ice burg in things to talk about. 




I’d like to take a moment and thank all of you who read and comment on my posts. I know they aren’t always the most interesting things to read, but I appreciate y’all taking the time to do so.


Even though it’s been a little frustrating and time consuming writing these posts, I don’t regret doing them at all. I enjoy being able to fill my blog with at least one blog post a week. I still stand by my opinion that I don’t like blogs that essentially have nothing posted on them. What’s the point of having a blog if you aren’t going to use it to write? That’s just my opinion, though.



Again, I wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone who has supported me through this year’s journey. Here’s to another year filled with posts from yours truly. 😉


Happy Monday, Everyone!

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

"All you have to do is behave, Jenny." Sara Fields visits Today!




Hi Everyone!

Today, I have the amazing Sara Fields over on my blog to share a naughty snippet with us about her latest book, Her Alien Doctors. Enjoy!



“I was hoping we wouldn’t have to start out on the wrong foot, but I can see you’re going to need a firmer hand than most of our patients here. Now, where could you have hidden the rest of the implements?” His gaze focused back on her.



She shrugged and turned away, refusing to meet his questioning eyes. Feeling his presence move closer, she shivered and held her breath. His hand reached out and gently, yet firmly, grasped her upper forearm, forcing her to stand. With his other arm, he lifted the mattress, revealing the rest of the implements she had hidden there. Swallowing nervously, she peeked up to see his expression and quickly looked away when she saw his stern disappointment.



“Now, that’s awfully naughty for a young lady like you to do, hmmm?” He picked up each one up and returned them to the drawer, each one making a loud and awful sound as it dropped down onto the wooden bottom. Chewing at her lip, she nervously waited for whatever was to happen next.



She watched anxiously as he righted the mattress and put it back into place. His hands reached back into the drawer and pulled out the brown leather paddle and tossed it on the bed. In a whirlwind of movement, he sat down on the bed and threw her over his lap. In a fraction of a second, her nightgown was pushed up to the small of her back and her panty-clad bottom was in his full view.



“No! You can’t do this,” she exclaimed, growing angrier with each passing moment. She reached back and tried to cover herself with her hand, but that only resulted in him capturing her wrist within his broad fingers. “No! Stop it! You can’t spank me, you… you asshole!”



“Such language. Sean isn’t going to like that. I suggest you learn to curb your tongue unless you want to be punished frequently.”



She jumped when his warm fingers caressed the curve of her lower backside, almost like an unspoken promise that they were about to cause pain to the sensitive skin back there.



“Your file indicates that you’ve been spanked quite a few times since your arrival, isn’t that right, Jenny?”



“Whatever, just get it over with,” she huffed with false bravado. She glared at the floor as her annoyance grew to higher levels. As usual, she could feel her traitorous body responding to the idea of discipline, something she had noticed the very first time she’d been punished by one of the guards.



Her breathing deepened as she pressed her thighs closer together, sensing the wetness that was already gathering there. The first time that happened, she thought it had been just a fluke, but when it happened a second and third time, she knew that something was wrong with her. Spankings were supposed to deter her from behaving badly, but instead her body seemed to desire them, even crave them. She felt so ashamed of herself.



As his fingers lay calmly against her skin, she couldn’t help but moan softly in anticipation. Her bottom cheeks tingled, knowing that her pale white skin was soon to turn a cherry red. His palm patted gently a few times on each side and she stiffened, held tight against his thighs. She was distinctly aware of just how large his hand was as it cupped her ass, noting that it seemed to cover one entire side all by itself.



“Please don’t,” she begged, her voice much softer than before.



“All you have to do is behave, Jenny, and you’ll be able to avoid punishments such as the one you are about to receive. A spanking will be good for your attitude and your well-being. You must accept that you are no longer in charge. Now, no more arguing. It’s time for your first punishment under my care.”



Her whole body tensed when his warm palm left her skin. The first spank seemed to echo loudly off the walls and by the time the second one sounded, she felt the sting hit her at last and she shrieked.



“Ouch!” she cried out. “I’ll be good, I promise!”


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Her Alien Doctors Blurb

After nineteen-year-old Jenny Monroe is caught stealing from the home of a powerful politician, she is sent to a special prison in deep space to be trained for her future role as an alien’s bride.

Despite the public bare-bottom spanking she receives upon her arrival at the detention center, Jenny remains defiant, and before long she earns herself a trip to the notorious medical wing of the facility. Once there, Jenny quickly discovers that a sore bottom will now be the least of her worries, and soon enough she is naked, restrained, and shamefully on display as three stern, handsome alien doctors examine and correct her in the most humiliating ways imaginable.

The doctors are experts in the treatment of naughty young women, and as Jenny is brought ever closer to the edge of a shattering climax only to be denied again and again, she finds herself begging to be taken in any way they please. But will her captors be content to give Jenny up once her punishment is over, or will they decide to make her their own and master her completely?

Publisher’s Note: Her Alien Doctors is the second book in the Captive Brides series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


Have a great day, everyone!